What Do I Do?
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“How come you’ve stopped talking to me?”
It was bound to happen. The company is huge, but we were bound to cross paths sooner or later. It just happened to be in an elevator.
“I have no reason to speak with you. Bob and Kenny are gone, so there’s no reason to be nice to you for their sake. You were never nice to me. In fact, you’ve always been despotic, snide and just plain rude. I have no reason to put up with that any longer.”
Donna was the belle of Shipping, Receiving and Transportation. She was a cog in mid management. She was also the only woman in that department. Because of this, all of the guys, including my two friends, were mad about her.
Personally, I wasn’t impressed. She was short, somewhat stocky and on the backside of forty. She wasn’t ugly; she had one of those faces that could look pleasant or frowsy, depending on the light and the time of day. Her ass wasn’t bad, considering her height and age, but her one outstanding feature were her breasts. They were large, round and firm. They were impressive, despite the frumpy sweatshirts that she wore to work. They were the kind of tits that women pay good money to have, but never achieve. It was her big tits and lack of competition which made her so popular with the apes in her department.
Perhaps I was the exception, but she treated me like shit whenever I was there to visit my friends. Out of respect for them, I’d always been more polite to her than she deserved. Since Bob and Kenny left the company, I’d been shining her on whenever I saw her. I knew she was surprised when I walked by her without a word on the few occasions I’d seen her. Her snide comments turned into quiet hellos when she realized that I was ignoring her. She was not only rude and abrasive, she just wasn’t my type. I prefer tall, slim girls with small breasts. I just love small titties, the smaller the better!
“Excuse me, for not dropping everything to chit chat with you, but I’m under a lot of pressure. Unlike you, I have deadlines to meet.”
“There’s always time to be polite. Besides, I’m sick of hearing how “poor Donna is so stressed out because of the long hours she works.” I’ve been with the company long enough to know your type. You create your own stress. You don’t have to be here late. You’re here because you don’t want to go home. There’s no one at home to kiss your ass, is there?”
Her demeanor changed in an instant. Suddenly, I was riding an elevator with a tired, lonely woman who had nothing to look forward to but another day on the job. She had to crane her neck to look at me in the small little room that was climbing to the fifth floor.
“It never occurred to me that I was so rude to you. I always liked you. You and Bob and Kenny were the only guys that treated me like I wasn’t an ugly old slut that would go out with any of one of them.”
“From what I was told, that’s exactly how it is.”
The elevator door opened and closed just as quickly when Donna pressed the button for the first floor.
“That’s not true! I never did anything with those guys. I’ve never seen any of them outside of work.”
“I can understand that. A bunch of fat old truck drivers and dock workers are bound to tell stories to each other. But that doesn’t change things between the two of us.”
“What can I do to make this up to you? Just say the word.”
You could start esat escort by saying you’re sorry, I thought to myself.
“I’m not a forgiving person, Donna. I try to be nice to everyone, but once you’re off my Christmas list…well; I can’t think of anyone that I’ve made peace with.”
“Maybe we both need to change our ways. Come on, Mike, anything you want. I can’t stand having someone mad at me. I could make you dinner, what do you say?”
Just say you’re sorry, I thought once more. Instead, I thought I’d see just how far this little bitch would go without saying those two little words.
“How about dinner and a movie?”
“I’d like that, Mike.”
“How about dinner and a movie, and then we’ll go to my place and think of something you can do to make up for your ill manners?”
There it was, my cards were on the table. How far was she willing to go to make peace, or should I say piece? The elevator doors opened and I stepped out. She didn’t hesitate to answer.
“What shall I wear?”
“What you have on is fine, just be sure to wear a pretty set of bra and panties.”
I reached in and hit the button for the fifth floor. I produced a business card and handed it to her. She stared dumbly at it.
“Friday night, seven o’clock. Email your home address. I’ll pick you up.”
* * * *
Dinner was nice, but uneventful. We ate pizza and talked about Bob and Kenny. It was about the only thing we had in common. Donna was obviously nervous, so I encouraged her to have some wine with dinner. I was driving, so I stuck with iced tea.
Donna surprised me by making herself more presentable. She still wore jeans, but they were nicer and more expensive than the jeans she wore to work. She’d opted for a tight cashmere sweater, instead of a cheap sweatshirt. The V-neck displayed her ample cleavage admirably, but as I said, large breasts weren’t my thing. She’d even applied a little makeup. I’d never noticed she had such pretty eyes. Instead of thanking me for dinner, she looked down at the red checkered table cloth and asked, “What now?”
“That is entirely up to you. I can drive you home, and this will be the last time we speak to each other, or you can come home with me, and we’ll see what you can do to make amends for your ill mannered behavior.”
We drove in silence to my condo.
* * * * *
“Make yourself at home, while I put on some music.”
She sat on the edge of the sofa while I put on some soft jazz. I turned the volume down to an acceptable level and sat down in the armchair, facing her. She was so nervous; I doubt that she noticed there wasn’t a coffee table. I’d removed it before I left the house.
“Now, do you know what it is that I want from you?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll do anything you want me to do.”
“There is only one thing that I really want from you, and you should know what that is. So, until you give me that one little thing, I’m going to have some fun with you. You can start my taking off your shoes.”
Shortly, her white socks and Nike sneakers were parked on the floor beside her.
“Take off your jeans and fold them nicely. You can set them beside your shoes.”
For the first time since we’d left the pizza place, Donna looked me in the eye.
“Do you want me to take off my sweater, too?”
“Not for now; I want to have a etimesgut escort look at your legs.” I knew I’d taken her by surprise. No doubt, she was probably accustomed to a man mauling her big tits. Donna’s legs weren’t long and slim, but her thighs were strong and shapely. She has a fair complexion, and they were pale from a lack of sun.
“Come over here and stand in front of me. Come a little closer, I want to have a good look at you.”
Despite her sturdy build, I could feel her tremble as I ran my hands up and down her legs and thighs.
“Be a good girl and turn around for me. Could you bend over, just a little? My goodness! Look at your pretty panties. They’re so soft and perfectly contoured to your bottom; very lovely.”
“I bought them for you. Would you like to see the matching bra?”
“Maybe later; I’d like to feel your bottom up a little longer.”
Her butt was round and amazingly firm. Even so, her skin was as soft as a baby’s…well, you can imagine.
“Turn around and face me Donna. Do you have something to say?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Why don’t you kneel and remove my shoes and socks?”
When this was done, she looked up at me, expectantly.
“Unbutton my fly and take off my jeans and boxers. I’d like you to have a look at my cock.”
This done, she knelt in front of the throbbing erection that waved in front of her face.
“Don’t be afraid, it doesn’t bite. Take your right hand and wrap it around my cock. Take your left hand and cup my balls.”
I watched her stroke my cock for a few minutes before I sat back in the armchair and spread my legs.
“You’re awfully quiet, Donna. If you have nothing to say, why don’t your take my cock in your mouth and suck me off? There’s nothing like a good blowjob to loosen the lips.”
Whatever Donna’s shortcomings, sucking dick was not one of them. I have to admit that I’ve never had better. She smeared the precum with her tongue and bobbed her head as she sucked my cock. She even managed to take it down her throat like no one ever had before. I was soon holding the sides of her head and fucking her throat while she looked up at me, apparently hoping for my approval. She had it. Without giving her warning, I pulled out of her throat and emptied my load into her mouth. When she realized what was happening, she opened her mouth like a baby bird, hungry to be fed. She swallowed my cum and licked my cock clean. She wiped her lips and sat back on her haunches.
“Now, can we be friends?”
“You still haven’t given me what I want. Lie down, raise you knees and spread for me. I want you to play with yourself. I want to see you spread the lips of your pussy wide open. I want to watch you finger yourself until you cum for me.”
Before she lay back, she took hold of the bottom of her sweater and began to pull it over her head.
“Stop that! I didn’t tell you to remove your sweater, and I didn’t hear you ask.”
“Please, Mike, I’m so hot! Please, let me take it off.”
“Go ahead, but the bra stays put.”
I reached under her and roughly tugged her panties off.
Now, lie back and masturbate.”
Of course, I’ve seen women finger themselves on the Internet, but I’d never seen a women get herself off, especially laying on the floor in front of me. I was amazed at the precision, ankara escort the strength of her fingers as she brought herself to orgasm. Eventually, she stopped and licked her fingers, a sign to let me know that she’d fulfilled her task.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
Donna peered between her spread legs and moaned.
“Mike, will you fuck me now? Please, Mike, fuck me with your big cock!”
“Certainly; roll over and kneel with your head down and your ass in the air.”
She was so wet that I slid in easily. She moaned as I drove my cock to the hilt inside her pussy. She whimpered as I withdrew it and then used the head to rub her clit. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her back and forth on my ridged cock. She sighed and groaned as I slammed my cock into her. I lifted her knees off the floor with every thrust until I filled her tight pussy with my hot semen. I used my T-shirt to wipe of my cock.
“Clench your pussy and squeeze my cum out. I don’t want to stain the carpet.”
With a grunt, she emptied her pussy while I caught it with the shirt. I wiped her clean and sat back in the chair. Donna lay in a crumpled heap at my feet.”
“I’m still waiting,” I said.
“Oh god, Mike; I want to be more than just friends, I want us to be lovers. Please, Mike; please let me love you! I’ll do anything you want. Please, Mike!”
“You still haven’t given me what I want.”
“Tell me, please; what can I give you that I haven’t already?”
“Stand up and face me!”
She stood up, her muscular thighs shaking, her knees threatening to buckle. I grabbed her by the arm and in one swift motion, pulled her over my knee. I proceeded to spank her. To her credit, Donna tried valiantly to remain silent and not struggle. I spanked with an upward motion, catching the bottom of her rear. Her ass was so firm, that it barely moved and bounced back instantly. I was afraid my hand would give out before I finally broke her.
“Ow, oh, god it hurts! Please, Mike, no more! Please stop! I’m sorry, Mike. I’m sorry that I was ever mean to you! I’ll be good, I swear! I’ll never be mean again! I’m sorry, Mike! Oh god, I’m so sorry! Please stop spanking me!”
I stopped spanking her and let he lie across my knee and catch her breath. When her breathing slowed, I lifted her to her feet and looked at her tear streamed face.
“Go stand in the corner. I need a moment and you need to calm down. You may rub your bottom, if you wish.”
I sent her to the corner for my own sake. I was worn out! It had been an eventful evening. When I’d composed myself, I gazed at Donna’s bright red ass. I could still see my handprints. I stood up and put on my jeans.
“Donna, come over here.”
When she reached me, she knelt at my feet and looked up at me.
“What do you want me to do?”
I smiled and lifted her to her feet and put my arms around her.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You’ve given me what I needed.”
“You wanted to spank me?” I had to laugh.
“No, sweetie, you gave me an apology. That was all I really needed, to hear you say you were sorry.”
“So…so now we can be friends?”
“I thought you wanted to be my lover.”
“Oh, Mike; I do! I want to love you. I need you to love me!”
I had to lean down and raise her up to meet my lips. I kissed her long and deeply. I could smell her scent on her neck. Not the scent of perfume, or of sex. I inhaled the aroma that was hers alone, until now. I knew she was mine. Finally, I released our embrace and unfastened her bra.
“Now,” I said, “Let’s have a look at those beautiful tits!”
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