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HER:
It can be lonely at the top, especially when you're a woman. I'm the Managing Director of one of the most successful sales companies in Britain, and I didn't get where I am by being all sweetness and light. You have to be tough to get ahead in this business, and no-one has worked harder than me to reach the top.
Being ambitious means you have to make sacrifices, but the rewards are excellent. My salary is bigger than I ever would have dreamed and I can dress in all the latest fashions by the top designers, drive the newest, most expensive car in whatever colour I choose, I can live in a luxury apartment in the most exclusive part of London, I can take my holidays anywhere in the world … if I didn't work too hard to have a holiday!
Life is so rich and exciting, but there is a downside. Each night I go home to my big, lonely, empty bed. Why are men scared of strong women? I try to go out and meet new people but it's always the same. If I see someone I like in a bar I can't make the first move because it makes them nervous. And just sitting there waiting for someone to chat me up doesn't seem to work either, one man told me I look 'unapproachable' … I just can't win! I am in my early thirties and people say I look good, I play squash regularly and have a fit body, but it doesn't seem to help.
I'm still a woman! I still want a man to take control, but I can't pretend to be what I'm not. I can't give up everything I've achieved and be some meek, mild housewife … Why should I? Why can't I just find a man strong enough to take me on as I am?
Well, everything changed yesterday. I was having a board meeting with my team and, as usual, I had to kick some serious butt. I don't like being a hard-nosed bitch but these people need a firm hand. I don't tolerate slackers! I work hard to maintain our high profit margins and I expect everyone to give one hundred per cent, just like I do.
I was really laying into them, giving them the sharp edge of my tongue, making them all feel about two inches tall and watching them fidget uncomfortably in their seats, sweating in their suits and ties. But something distracted me. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a window cleaner hard at work on the large windows of the board room. We're on the eighteenth floor of a tall steel and glass office block, and the window cleaners have to use these platforms on pulleys to lower themselves from the roof. The windows were open, so the cleaner could hear every word. I think he would have been able to hear me even if they had been closed; I wasn't holding anything back!
Yesterday was different, though. I was distracted. I had to concentrate really hard not to keep looking at the window cleaner. He was amazing. He was only a young lad, about twenty-one or twenty-two, but he had a great body. He was about six foot and very broad across the shoulders. It was a sweltering hot summer's day, so he was shirtless, in fact all he was wearing was a skimpy pair of cut-off denim shorts, big chunky boots and a belt around his waist to hold his sponges and things. He had dark hair and blue eyes, a rugged, handsome face and a tanned, muscular body. There was a huge bulge at the front of his shorts that kept pressing against the window. I couldn't keep my eyes off him!
It was hard work concentrating on what I had to say with him there, and once or twice I stammered or forgot what I was going to say. I could feel myself blushing, which was terrible! My subordinates noticed and were trying very hard not to smile. But that wasn't the worst part – the window cleaner noticed! He was grinning from ear to ear, looking right at me, enjoying what he was doing to me.
It was a battle, and I was losing. I was getting angry, determined not to let my bodily desires betray me. Turning my back on the window, I carried on with the meeting, putting more aggression into my delivery, but I could feel his eyes on the back of my neck. Somehow I just knew he was undressing me with those eyes of his.
I had to cut the meeting short. My subordinates scurried away, their tails between their legs, with orders to work harder, or else. Once they had all left I turned back to the window and there he was, chuckling. I put on my stormiest expression, clenched my fists and marched right up to him. Opening the window, I said -
“Is something amusing you?”
HIM: You certainly showed them who was boss!
HER: That's my job, sonny. I have to keep these sorry wretches in line and I have to hit them pretty hard sometimes. I always give one hundred per cent and I expect the same from anyone beneath me.
HIM: I bet you do! You're one bossy bitch!
HER: I have to be tough to keep this lot in line.
HIM: I like strong women. You're not scared of taking control!
HER: I do what I have to do to stay on top. That's just the kind of woman I am.
HIM: Yes, Miss!
HER: You think it's funny, though, seeing a woman bossing around all those men, telling them what to do?
HIM: Yes. Maybe I need to be shown who's boss …
HER: Maybe you do, sonny. Why don't you come inside and we'll see how good you are at taking orders?
HIM: OK, here I come.
HER: You're a big, strong lad, all right, but that's all you've got going for you. You're nothing but muscle, you probably haven't even got two GCSEs to rub together. I probably earn in a day what you do in a month!
HIM: Yes, Miss. I've always been big, my Dad says I should make the most of it, cos I was no good at school.
HER: If you're not too bright then you need to be good at taking orders in order to get the job done right.
HIM: You're the boss, lady. You tell me what to do and I'll do it!
HER: I wanted to test him to see just how obedient he could be. I told him to get down on his hands and knees and kiss my expensive Italian shoes. He did as he was told and I looked down at his broad, muscular back and his large, powerful arms as he bent his face to the floor, kissing and licking the leather.
Afterwards he gazed up at me with puppy-dog eyes, seeking my approval. I was very turned on but this time I did not let it show. I ordered him to take off his belt and his shorts. Once again, he did what I told him, standing there in just his mucky boots, his large cock half-hard. I wanted to touch him but I had to control myself, to show him who was in charge.
I kicked off my shoes and told him to use his teeth to take my tights off. On all fours like a dog, he obeyed me, his breath hot against my thighs, his powerful shoulders parting my legs. He was a strong, virile young brute of a man, and he was all mine.
His head disappeared beneath my skirt as he completed the task. I could feel myself getting hotter, getting moist down there, feeling his rough stubble against my sensitive flesh. Once he had removed my tights I told him to remove my panties in the same way. His blue eyes were shining as he nodded and went under my skirt again. He took his time, kissing and nibbling around my hip and thigh as he found the edge of my expensive silk knickers and slowly began to tug them down, moving his face from one side to the other, across the front of my crotch, his hot breath against the moist warmth between my legs.
It took him a while but he got the job done and stayed on all fours, gazing up at me for approval. I said “Did you enjoy that?”
HIM: Yes, Miss!
HER: You like being down there, near my hot snatch. Well, you've made it all wet now, so you'd better do something about that.
HIM: Please, let me lick it clean for you, Miss!
HER: OK, but you'd better do a good job. I don't want any shoddy workmanship.
HIM: When I've finished it'll be sparkling, I promise.
HER: He got to work and he was good. He started by licking and kissing my thighs, then worked up a little higher, his stubble scratching me in just the right way, like a scratch being itched. He had a big tongue, long and thick, and he knew how to use it. He lapped up against my snatch, using long, strong, wet strokes, making me tingle all over.
He used his teeth but he was gentle. I kept giving him instructions, telling him exactly what to do, and he obeyed me. It was so wonderful having this great hunk of a man under my control, pleasing me in just the way I like, my plaything, my slave, my toy … and so happy to follow orders!
He pressed closer, forcing my legs further apart, his sweaty muscles rubbing against my bare legs, his mouth closing around the lips of my slippery slit, kissing and licking and gently chewing me. His tongue penetrated me, digging deep, hot and soft but strong and firm, licking me out while his lips kissed all over my slit and my hard, aching clit.
I said “Good boy, yes! Oh, yes. Mmmmm… That's it, that's it, taste it, now you know what a real woman tastes like, lap it up, eat it up like a good hungry boy, a big strong lad like you must have quite an appetite!”
HIM: Yes, Miss. Let me please you. Please!
HER: You're no slacker, are you, boy?
HIM: No, Miss, I'll work hard for you.
HER: You'll give me one hundred percent?
HIM: Yes, Miss, I'll give you everything I've got!
HER: Come on then, show me what you're made of!
He stood up, pressing close, his hardness nudging into the hot space he had made so wet and soft with his hard-working mouth. We kissed, passionately, aggressively, as if fighting for dominance, my tongue thrusting into his mouth at the same time he entered me, roughly, hurting a little… I was more than a match for his strength, though, and I reached round to grab his hard, sweaty muscular buttocks, squeezing them hard, pulling him into me deeper.
HIM: Oh yes, you fantastic woman, it's all yours, you've got me, hold it tight, it's all yours!
HER: Less talk, more action! Come on, I want to see you work! I want to see you sweat!
HIM: Yes, Miss!
HER: He pumped me harder, gripping me firmly by the shoulders as he hammered with all his might. I moaned as I felt the power of this muscle-bound hunk take over, ramming pleasure deep into me with every thrust.
He was good. He gave me everything he had. He's been working hard all day but he had plenty of energy left and he put it all into the fuck, slamming into me, knocking everything off the desk, breaking out into fresh sweat as he worked that muscular body overtime, giving it to me as hard as he could.
HIM: Oh yeah, oh yeah, it's all yours …
HER: Let me see you sweat! Come on! Come on! Yes! Oh, yes! Harder! One hundred fucking per cent! Fuck me with hard, harder than ever, come on, yes, oh, oh, oh, God, give it to me, all of it, oh God, yes …
HIM: Fuck! You're gonna get it, you're gonna get it all, shit, oh god, yes, yes, yes …. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
HER: Yes, yes, YES, YES, YES!!!
I came hard, at the same time as him, feeding off his strength, his energy, his raw power, riding a wave of pleasure, deep satisfaction … I knew it would be the first of many such encounters. I had finally found a man worthy of me, a man who was not afraid of a strong woman, a real man who could give me one hundred per cent!
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Edited Thu 30 Oct 08, 9:44 PM by RopeTopUK
