Andrea
by Sean Porter

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It wasn't that Lloyd was a chauvinist pig or anything.  He didn't consider women as only sexual objects, he didn't discriminate against women based on their appearance, and he certainly didn't think less of them for having moral standards.  But if an attractive woman was willing to use her assets to full advantage, wouldn't it be wrong to refuse her the oppportunity?  It went on all the time.  He wasn't the problem, he was only part of the system.

If he were to justify it to himself, that was probably what he would say.  Of course, he had no need to justify anything to himself.  It made perfect sense to hire attractive women who were also capable.  And it made perfect sense to oblige those who knew how to play the game.  He had no time for anyone who couldn't grasp such obvious concepts.

Jodie certainly could, and he was all too happy to let her grasp them, repeatedly and eagerly, in his office after hours.  Her hot little hands were currently grasping the hell out of his concepts.  "Oh baby...that's so good...give it to me..."

Jodie sat on his desk, her long legs up over his shoulders, her surgical miracles pressing into his face.  "It's so big, Mr. Forth...ohhh..." she breathed as her slender fingers guided his shaft into her tight pussy.

He leaned forward, his tongue slathering her chest as he grabbed her tight little ass.  "You think that's big, you should see your new office..."

* * * * * * *

Promoting a secretary meant hiring a new one, a process which Lloyd quite enjoyed.  The applicants paraded through his office one after another, a seemingly endless stream of short skirts and sweet smiles.  He quizzed them on their shorthand; he inquired about past experience; he feigned interest in their references.  But all the while he was looking for that extra something, the flare in the cross of the legs, the forward lean which proffered a peak into the low-cut blouse, the spark in the eyes which told him that she would be Very Grateful for the job.  "I don't normally say this," he normally said, "but I'd like to discuss this position with you further.  Over dinner perhaps, if that's alright with you?"  His evenings filled up quickly.

But when Andrea sat down across from him, his pulse quickened.  It wasn't any one thing about her that made her so irresistable, but he found himself unable to bear the thought of not hiring her.  Her smile was warm and inviting, her eyes a stunning pale blue.  Her golden hair perfectly framed her flawless complexion.  She was short, maybe 5'3" with heels, but well proportioned.  Her modest outfit revealed less than he had come to expect, but her thin waist and generous bust were still obvious.  Her skirt came down to her knees, but her curvy calves were luscious.  He prolonged the interview, staring into her eyes and listening to her soft, melodic voice.  At last he thanked her and told her to expect a call.  Her eyes gleamed as she smiled, thanked him and strode confidently out of his office.

He sat dumbly, puzzling over her combination of innocent simplicity and stunning sensuality.  He hadn't even mustered up the courage to ask her to dinner.  It would have seemed, somehow, inappropriate.  She hadn't offered any of the subtle signals, and he was glad.  It would have diminished her appeal if she had.  She had simply been bright, friendly and engaging.  And devastatingly beautiful.

* * * * * * *

Wearing only panties and a comfortable bra, Andrea smiled with considerable pleasure as she closed the door to her exercise studio.  She much preferred the privacy of working out in her own home over being constantly ogled at the gym.  Although she was proud of her body, she was an old-fashioned girl and wished to be admired for her personality and accomplishments rather than for her exterior, however appealing it might be.  At home, however, she could wear as little as she wished while putting herself through her paces in the windowless studio.  In fact, she giggled to herself, she could wear nothing at all.  Not for the first time, she removed her unmentionables and stretched nude before the mirror.  Her petite, lithe body glowed healthily as she extended and contorted it in several impressive directions.  She allowed herself to admire its pronounced curves and feminine muscularity briefly before removing a jump rope from a hook on the wall.

The nylon cord whipped rapidly through the air, her delicate toes barely leaving the ground as it snapped under them, only the balls of her feet touching the floor as it pass overhead.  Her calves and thighs tensed into rock hard mounds as her body bounced.  She continued studying herself in the mirror, keeping her back straight and her ankles together.  Her breasts jiggled slightly but remained round and high on her chest.  Smiling, she flexed her pectorals as hard as she could while she continued jumping.  The jiggling globes of flesh quickly turned to hard spheres of statuesque perfection.  She sped up the rope, her feet becoming a blur as her calves bulged into diamonds, but still her chest showed not the slightest vibration.  With another giggle she relaxed her chest, allowing herself to once again enjoy the sensation of her heavy breasts bouncing against each other.

Moving straight into weightlifting, she picked up two small dumbbells.  They appeared comically light, almost passing for a child's toy.  Even the most astute observer would have had no way of knowing how many grown men it would have taken to remove even one of them from its reinforced stand.  She curled each of them several dozen times, her biceps bulging into hard, sexy peaks.  She also used them in a variety of other ways, exercising her triceps, shoulders and back.  The floor groaned slightly when she finally set them back in place.

As she again caught a glimpse of her pumped body, now emitting rivulets of sweat, she felt a different moisture gathering between her legs.  Ignoring it, she moved to the legpress.  Her bare feet settled in the center of the large plate and pushed.  A large quantity of the same impossibly heavy material rose from the floor.  She pumped it up and down rapidly, the machine creaking and rocking as she pushed it to its limits.  After several sets she slowed her pace.  Removing her left foot from the plate, she stretched her leg out and up in front of her.  Her right leg continue to pump the massive weight.  She ran her slender fingers up and down the length of her left leg.  It felt harder and smoother than steel, its curves exquisitely feminine.  The heat in her crotch grew more urgent, and she succumbed, disappointed in herself for not even lasting half an hour.  Her body and her strength were so aphrodisiacal, it often took her all Saturday to complete the regimen of exercises she demanded of herself once a week.

Grinding her pelvis against her hand, she whimpered ecstatically.  Both her legs tensed into curavaceous iron rods, the left spreading wide to her side until her toes pointed at the wall behind her; she pointed her right foot as well, resisting the multi-ton pressure with a single toe.  Her right hand thrust repeatedly into her vagina while the left gripped her calf and pulled it towards her head.  The mirrors began to fog as her screams echoed off the walls.

* * * * * * *

After calming herself down, Andrea tried to stay focused by reflecting on her first week at her new job.  She had started work the Monday immediately following her interview.  Everyone seemed very friendly and she enjoyed the work, which was less monotonous than many administrator jobs she'd had.  What was more, her boss began mentioning the possibility of her moving up in the company almost immediately.  It was unusual to even be thinking about such an opportunity after only a week, but she had to admit the idea was exciting.  She let it roll around in her mind as she put herself through 500 sit-ups.  Had she really shown that much ability and promise in only five days of work?  She knew she was intelligent and hard-working, and liked to think it showed, but she was forced to admit to herself that there was another explanation.  Lloyd had indicated as much when he had taken her out to lunch her first day of work.

The lunch in itself was innocent enough.  There was nothing strange about a manager welcoming a new employee in such a manner.  It had certainly lasted longer than she'd expected; they had talked for over two hours without ever touching on the particulars of her position.  He'd been very interested in her hobbies and interests, complemented her stylish attire and professional appearance, and emphasized that his office was always open to her if she had any concern, question, or just wanted to chat.  He had said nothing untoward, and she hadn't even given a second thought to his habit of touching her hand or forearm to emphasize a point.  But she couldn't shake the idea that there had been a subtext to the entire conversation, and that it had carried over into the week.  The way he kept mentioning the possibility of middle-management, often in the same breath with the reminder that she was welcome in his office "for any reason."  And if he was going to give a bouquet of roses as a "welcome gift," wouldn't it have been more appropriate on her first day than on Thursday?

She stood up with a grunt.  Perhaps there was a way to get a better idea of just what her boss had in mind.

* * * * * * *

Lloyd's face lit up when Andrea entered his office the next Monday.  "Am I interrupting anything?"

Her outfit was incredible.  Her skirt was a good deal shorter than any she had worn the previous week, barely reaching to mid-thigh.  Her four-inch heels made her significantly taller, and did wonders for her already stunning legs.  The matching jacket was left open over a wonderfully low-cut blouse which draped precariously over mouth-watering cleavage.  He had to force his eyes to meet her gaze.  "No, not at all, please come in!"

She sat down and crossed her legs, exposing nearly all of one sleek thigh.  She seemed to hesitate.  "I, uh...well Mr. Forth, you always say that I can come talk to you about anything..."

"Absolutely, yes.  My door is always open..."

Andrea glanced anxiously at the door, which she had closed.

"Figuratively speaking, of course," he finished with a chuckle.  He waited a moment, then added, "And permit me to say, you look absolutely lovely today Andrea."  He allowed his eyes to flick over her tempting form for an instant.

She smiled broadyly.  "Oh, thank you Mr. Forth."

"Please, call me Lloyd."

"Oh..okay.  Lloyd."  Another gushing smile.  Then she bit her lip.  "You don't think it's too...uh, daring?"

Lloyd blinked, pretending not to understand.

"The outfit.  Uh..." Andrea waved a hand over her flatteringly clad frame.

"Oh, ah, not at all.  Not at all, it's perfectly fine."  Lloyd folded his hands in front of him.  "We have a fairly progressive, uh, open attitude here.  No dress codes, nothing like that."

"That's what I thought.  I mean, I've started to get a feel for the place...I dressed a little conservatively to start with.  I didn't want anybody to get the wrong impression..."

Lloyd smiled endearingly.  "No need to worry about that here.  Please wear whatever makes you feel most comfortable."

"Thanks Mr. Forth.  Oops, Lloyd."

"No problem.  Uh, was that what you wanted to ask me about?"

"Oh...no, I just wanted to say, uh, thanks for making me feel so at home.  It's been great so far," she said quickly as she uncrossed her legs and smiled again.

Lloyd stared at her as if in thought.  "No problem.  Are you hungry?  Why don't we go for lunch again?  You can tell me how it's going so far."

* * * * * * *

"Go ahead, indulge yourself."

Andrea giggled as her eyes scanned the dessert menu.  She settled for a New York cheesecake.  Lloyd ordered coffee and a brownie and leaned back contentedly.  His eyes were glued to Andrea as she slipped off her suit jacket.  He happily noted that the sheer white blouse beneath was sleeveless.  Her arms were as smooth, sleek and solid as her legs, a rare thing to see in a woman.  He admired the taut feminine muscles, golden skin and total absence of flab.

"I'm glad you took me up on my invitation."  He smiled slyly at Andrea, who looked puzzled.

"To lunch?"

"Yes...but also to come to my office anytime."

Andrea blushed attractively.  "Oh, that.  Yes, I think it's very nice of you to be so attentive to your employees."

"Nothing gives me greater pleasure."  He smirked.  She was warming up nicely.  She'd been laughing at his jokes, returning his gazes, and the outfit she'd worn today was a definite sign.  She hadn't really made the first move, but he was confident that she'd be receptive when he did.  He brushed her foot with his, as if accidentally.  "Have you thought at all about the middle management position I mentioned?"

She paused, then smiled sweetly.  "Actually, yes.  It's exciting to think I might have that kind of opportunity.  I'll do all I can to earn it."

"I'm sure you will.  You should stop by my office again sometime and we can discuss it further."

* * * * * * *

Over the next few days, Andrea confirmed her suspicions.  Her friendly smiles and enticing outfits evoked increasingly obvious advances from Lloyd, always with the mention of a promotion.  As a final confirmation, she managed to have a brief chat with one of the many attractive supervisors in the office.  Pulling her aside as though speaking in confidence, Andrea whispered, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, dear, what is it?"

"It's about Mr. Forth.  I think he may be...propositioning me.  In fact, I believe he's offering me a promotion if I sleep with him.  Could that be?"

The lady chuckled.  "Honey, he does that all the time."

Andrea nodded, biting her lip.

"Don't worry, he won't fire you or anything.  Just ignore it and he'll get the hint.  That is, unless you want to take him up on it.  If so, have fun.  I did."  With another tight smile, she disappeared down the hall.

Have fun?  Andrea fully intended to.

She headed for Lloyd's office.

* * * * * * *

Lloyd's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as Andrea sat down on his desk.  She crossed one hard thigh over the other, her ass covering most of his budget report, and turned towards him.  "Mr. Forth," she smiled, "I want to talk about that promotion."  She leaned forward.  Her slender fingers undid the first button of her jacket, and the most incredible cleavage he had ever seen lunged forward.  "I'm ready to do whatever it takes to get the job."

It took a minute for her words to register.  He dragged his gaze from her perfect breasts to her perfect face.  She licked her lips.  "Whatever it takes."

He wanted her more than he had ever wanted any woman.  But not here.  There had been too many others...too many hurried trysts with nameless ambitious floozies.  This had to be special.  He swallowed dryly.

"Why don't you have dinner with me tonight?  At my place."

* * * * * * *

Andrea grinned at herself in the mirror.  It wasn't often that she dressed so glamorously, but when she did she knew how to make an impression.  She was wearing one of her best evening gowns, a long, luxurious dress of soft, deep red velvet which clung flatteringly to her curvy body.  Its neckline featured a 'keyhole' design which offered only a tantalizing glimpse of her generous cleavage.  Her dangling earrings were noticeable but understated, as was her expertly applied makeup.  With her hair audaciously 'up,' she was a total knockout.

She arrived at Lloyd's place a few minutes late.  He opened the door and invited her in, doing his best not to stare at her fearlessly flaunted physique.  He struggled to keep his eyes directed at hers as he offered her a drink.  She graciously accepted a glass of wine and took a seat on his comfortable leather couch.  "You have a beautiful home," she commented as he ducked back into the kitchen to put the finishing touches on dinner.

"Thank you," he called back.  He reappeared a moment later and gazed longingly at her for a moment.  She smiled coyly back.  He blinked.  "Uh, would you like to eat now?"

"Sure."  She rose fluidly and followed him to the dining room where a lovely dinner was laid out on a table for two, complete with candlelight.  "Wow, you really know how to impress a girl."

He pulled out her chair for her.  "Thanks...I just want everything to be perfect for you."

She smiled, and they began eating.  After a moment, she spoke.  "So, let's talk about that new position I'm applying for."

"Oh...uh, of course.  Well, I've been very impressed, uh, with your work...your qualities...uh, I mean your qualifications, of course..."

"Really?  I'm surprised you've been able to tell that much about me in only two weeks."

"Oh yes, uh, you've definitely shown yourself to be...uh, very...qualified.  I have a good eye for these things."  He took another hurried bite and continued.  "So, uh...you'll be supervising a department of eight people...you'll have your own office of course, and a considerable raise in pay, I believe it's close to 50 percent..."

Andrea laughed softly.  "Relax Lloyd, that's not what I meant.  I know how this works."  Under the table, her bare foot brushed against his leg.  "In fact, I'm looking forward to showing you just how qualified I can be."  Her toes crept up the length of his leg.

Lloyd smiled.  "Andrea...you don't know how glad I am to hear that."  He suppressed a groan as her small foot traced the length of his erect shaft.

"In fact," she continued, "I'm so anxious, I don't think I can even finish dinner."  Her foot left his crotch.  Lloyd blinked as the table wobbled slightly, then rose about six inches.  It glided smoothly out from between them, balanced on her extended leg.  She lowered it slowly and casually before bringing her foot back to rest in his lap again.

"Wow," Lloyd breathed.

Andrea smiled.  "So...where's the bedroom?"

* * * * * * *

They fell across the large bed, arms and legs intertwined, faces pressed together in a greedy kiss.  Lloyd could hardly believe the feeling of her body against his; she was so soft and so hard, so feminine, voluptuous and powerful.  Yes, undeniably powerful, her desire, her aggressiveness...she tore her lips from his and shoved him down, straddling him.  He gazed up at her as she arched her back.  The keyhole opening of her dress stretched agonizingly, then began to tear at the edges.  With a seductive grin and a sly spark in her eyes she slipped her slender fingers through the tattered fabric and pulled.  Ever so slowly, she tore her dress open down the front.  Lloyd was awestruck, not only by her recklessness but by the bulges in her arms and the ripples in her abdomen as she bared the golden flesh.  Every visible inch of her flawless skin was taut and firm.  And more of it was becoming visible by the second.

"Lloyd," Andrea whispered, "if you hand out promotions based on sex, you better have the best job in the company lined up for me."

He grinned and slipped his hands through the tear in her dress, wrapping his fingers around her minute waist.  He could almost encircle her entire body with his large hands, but her toned abdomen resisted the pressure as he squeezed it lustily.  She arched her back again, forcing her amazing breasts out of the dress and tearing it even further.  Naked and unsupported, they stood high and firm on her chest, nipples pointed at the ceiling as she leaned back.  Lloyd reached for them eagerly, but her hands caught his around the wrists.  She held them motionless before her, his fingers mere inches from her succulent orbs, as he strained.  He couldn't believe she was strong enough to resist him, but even as he pushed with all his might they remained at a standstill.  But as she started smoothly forcing his hands back to his sides, he realized it wasn't a standstill at all.  She had won the contest without any effort whatsoever.

"I'm the boss tonight," she purred as she calmly positioned his hands on either side of his head, leaning over him.  Her nipples just brushed his chest as she gave him a single kiss on the lips, then began unbuttoning his shirt.  Mystified by her authoritative manner, he remained motionless as she gently removed all of his clothing, then her own.

She regained her grip on his wrists, pulling them down to his waist as she slid her body down the length of his.  Her skin felt incredibly soft.  He couldn't keep from moaning pathetically as her silky breasts brushed over his sizeable erection.  She continued the motion until her lips were poised over its head.  She still held his arms; he couldn't move.

Without a word, she took him in her mouth.  He gasped as his shaft prodded the back of her throat; few women had ever engulfed him so completely.  She appeared to enjoy the experience thoroughly, her small mouth so full of cock.  She gave a few lusty sucks before releasing the monster again.  "I'm sure you get that all the time," she chuckled.  "Let's see if I can give you something you've never had before."  Lloyd stared in awe as she moved slightly forward, nestling his prick between her wonderfully round breasts.  She tensed her pectoral muscles, causing the firm flesh of her tits to squeeze together around his organ.

Lloyd's eyes rolled back in his head.

She grinned and relaxed, then flexed a little harder.  Her breasts bobbed slightly, brushing the sides of his shaft then squeezing the head.  She began to repeat the technique with a steady rhythm.

The sensation was completely unlike anything Lloyd had ever experienced, and pleasurable beyond belief.  Her breasts, soft but firm and silky smooth, felt like heaven as they enveloped and stroked his cock.  He forced himself to watch what she was doing.  Her body remained motionless, her hands still gripping his wrists and a mischievous smile on her lovely face, while her breasts alone pulsated mesmerizingly around his penis.  "Mmm, you like that don't you?" she moaned.  He could barely manage a nod.

She toyed with him, slowing down the rhythm then ramping it up again.  "Oh god..." he gasped.  She sensed him approaching climax.

"Oh no you don't," she growled, and flexed her chest with all her strength.  Her breasts clamped together with the power of a steel vise.  If it hadn't been for the slight cushion of her soft skin, Lloyd's manhood might have been crushed completely.  As it was he howled with pain, but the only real damage done was to his approaching orgasm.  Andrea released him, pouting like a schoolgirl.

"I'm sorry Mr. Forth, but we don't you getting ahead of yourself, do we?  I think it's my turn now."  She walked on her knees up the length of his body, trapping his arms under her legs as she straddled his chest.  "Come on Lloyd," she purred, "eat me out.  Get me really hot!"

Lloyd was no stranger to eating pussy, but he was used to having more control of the situation.  As she inched her moist cunt towards his mouth, he struggled to move his arms.  It was useless.  Her firm legs were immoveable, and she didn't even seem to notice his feeble efforts.  Her mound brushed his lips, the rich aroma of her juices filling his nostrils.  He did the only thing he could do.  His tongue penetrated her warm sex expertly.  She gave a sharp gasp, followed by a long, low moan.

Her hands wandered up her own body as his tongue did its work.  She relished in the sensations, the wet tickling pressure against her clitoris, and the soft brushing of her fingers over her womanly curves.  She massaged her powerful breasts, moaning louder, then reached out for the headboard as she began to rock softly back and forth along his thrusting tongue.

The head of the bed was a metal frame, with vertical iron rods running up to an arch at the top.  She gripped two of these rods as pleasure radiated outward from her cunt, through her whole body, reaching all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes.  He was good, he was damn good at this.  She reminded herself not to push too strongly against him, and instead channeled her aggression into the metal bars she was clutching.  She closed her eyes and let the ecstasy wash over her.

Lloyd wasn't sure what to think about the direction things had taken, but he was enjoying his lot at present.  The firm pressure of Andrea's thighs against him, the sweet juices of her inviting pussy, and the incredible view of her abs and breasts were more than enough to compensate his bruised ego.  He thrust his tongue deeper inside her.

An odd creaking distracted him.  He tilted his head back to look at Andrea's hands on the bedframe.  His eyes widened as he watched them inching towards each other, warping the inch-thick metal bars.  With an annoyed grunt, Andrea repositioned her crotch against his mouth.  He continued eating her, still watching her hands.  She was pulling towards her now; the bars bent inexorably inward.  She didn't seem to be aware of what she was doing.  He increased his pace, furiously scraping his tongue against her clit.  She gasped loudly, and suddenly pushed against the bars.  They groaned and yielded, warping outward.  By now they were looking pretty bad; there were kinks in a few places and the joints at the top of the frame seemed loose.  He didn't fully understand why, but Lloyd found himself incredibly turned on by this display.  He wanted, felt like he needed, to see her break those bars.  His tongue felt like rubber, but he kept plunging it deeper into her, flicking it against her tender lips, coating her vagina with its own juices.  She responded, grinding against him and yanking at the bars.  Suddenly they tore away.  Andrea opened her eyes and stared at the distorted and destroyed metal in her hands.

"Oh my god."  Her eyes were wide, but she seemed about to burst into laughter.  "I'm -- I'm sorry about your bed, Mr. Forth!"  She sat back, allowing him to speak.

He wiped her fluid from his mouth.  "Don't worry about it," he replied breathlessly.  "That was incredible."

"Yes it was," she grinned, recovering her seductive air.  "But I think it's time for the main event."  She tossed away the iron rods and gripped his equally hard shaft.  This time she wasted no time in guiding it directly to her drenched cunt.  She was tight, but he slid in easily thanks to her copious juices.  She moaned with satisfaction as he filled her.  She was still straddling him, but he suddenly realized that she wasn't holding his arms.  Tentatively, he stroked her thighs.  She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him.  Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest.  His hands wandered to her ass, and found it hard and round as a pair of bowling balls.

She raised up on his long shaft, savoring the sensation.  Her pussy lips closed on the head, tugging gently on it before sliding back down.  "Now, boss," she purred, "let's talk about my new salary."

He moaned helplessly, drowning in pleasure.  "Wha...what?"

"I think we should triple my current pay," she smiled, her ass slowly bobbing up and down as she slid his cock in and out.

"Yeah," he groaned, "mmhhmmmm..."

"Maybe even quadruple it.  I'm worth it, don't you think?"  She tightened her vaginal muscles, enveloping his throbbing dick in slick, warm pressure.

"Oh...oh...yes," was all he could say.  She propped herself up on her hands, staring into his eyes as her stunning breasts hung inches from his face, and began to quicken her pace.

His rod pumped in and out of her like a piston in a well-lubed engine.  With each stroke she slid all the way up its length, clenching the head with her powerful labia, then slammed back down against his pelvis with increasing force, driving him deep into her needy sex.  She had never felt so filled, but her body kept urgently demanding more.  She struggled to control herself.

"In fact," she whispered, "I think I should be second in command of the whole company.  Don't you think I'd make a good vice president?"

Lloyd moaned, nodding.

"Just think of the budget meetings we could have," she chuckled, slamming into him harder and harder.

She straightened up, leaning back as she slid up his long shaft again.  He stared in awe at her hard body, rippling muscle suddenly visible under every inch of her sensual skin, full round breasts bouncing firmly against her torso, powerful thighs pumping her body up and down like hydraulic presses.  She slammed back down against him, his cock now pounding right into her G-spot.  "NNNNNNNGGHHHHhhhh..." she grunted, clenching her eyes against the overwhelming stimulation.  "Ohhh," she whispered, opening her eyes again.  "That's soooo good..."  A sexy smile crept over her lips as she slid up again, her pussy tugging on his head.  She did it again, driving him deeper still, and again and again.  "Actually," she gasped, "now that I really think about it, I should be in charge."

Lloyd's head was swimming in sexual stupor, but this comment pricked his consciousness.  "What?" he managed to grunt.

"I'm serious," she grinned menacingly.  "I want your job."

He laughed.  "Don't be ridiculous."

Her thrusting continued, growing steadily more forceful.  With steely eyes she growled, "You are going to give me your job.  From now on, you'll be my secretary."

Angrily, he shot back, "There's no way in hell...OWW!!!"

For suddenly her viselike vagina had clamped down on his manhood at the peak of the thrust, and yanked it up with her.  He had been physically lifted off the bed, then slammed back down as she impaled herself on him again.  And she didn't stop.

"What were you saying Lloyd?" she sneered, jerking him up with her cunt once again and driving him back against the mattress with all the power in her compact body.

"Aaaagghhhhh!!" he screamed.  She continued fucking him, lifting herself as high as possible with her thighs as her pussy gripped his head, then pounding down as if she was trying to drive them both through the bed.  It felt as if his penis was being both stretched and crushed with each thrust, and yet the pleasure was as overwhelming as the pain.  He thought he might explode at any moment, but she kept him agonizingly on the brink.

"Lloyd," she said, her sweet, calm voice a bizarre contrast to the devastating power with which she was literally fucking the life out of him, "it's very simple.  Say you'll make me your boss, and I'll let you cum.  And I promise you, it will be the most spectacular, blissful experience of your life.  If you refuse, I will continue to fuck you, my way, until I'm satisfied, and believe me, it could take a while.  When I'm done you'll still have your job and you'll never see me again, but I don't know if your formerly impressive dick will ever be the same.  It's your choice."  For emphasis she ground her clit against his pelvic bone, while deep inside her his cock was slowly being crushed by her powerful vaginal walls.

"O--Okay," he gasped.

She let off the pressure a little, and folded her arms under her heaving breasts.  "Okay, what?"

"I'll do it.  I'll do whatever you say."

"You'll make me your boss.  Say it."

He closed his eyes, his energy utterly spent.  "I'll make you my boss."

In an instant Andrea's face changed from vindictive torturess to sweet, caring lover.  "Thank you, Mr. Forth."  She leaned forward again, pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss as he felt his penis once again bathed in soft, warm tenderness.  At first slowly and gently, then with increasing ardor and finally with frenzied climactic passion, she made love to him like no woman ever had.

* * * * * *

Firing a secretary meant hiring a new one, a process which Andrea quite enjoyed.  It was unfortunate that Lloyd hadn't worked out, but it couldn't be helped.  He had no head for details, and his typing skills were atrocious.  She decided to look on the bright side and focus on the applicants as they paraded through her office one after another, a seemingly endless stream of broad shoulders and dashing smiles...