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She felt like the victim of her own treacherous body. It had defeated her completely.

She could feel her cunt starting to writhe pleasurably as he readied down and tickled her clitoris.

"Ready for more, beautiful?" he asked her.

She was amused. He had a hard-on already. Something inside her snapped.

"I'm ready," she said recklessly; "But first, get naked. I want to see your body."

It didn't strike her as odd that she had never even seen the body of a man she had already made wild passionate love to.

Sue Walsh had made her decision. From now on, her body and her mind would be united in purpose.

Sue Walsh's life changed dramatically over the following days and weeks.

Whereas, once she had spent long lonely nights in front of the TV or with a book, now she had more dates than she could handle. Word spread fast.

Sue Walsh was a load of laughs. Lots of fun. A great fuck.

Even her boss noticed the difference. Where as, once he blamed the men for hanging around Sue's desk, now he saw that the pretty brunette was flirting with them. Even her wardrobe changed. She wore lower necklines, shorter skirts. She bought contact lenses. And her hair now fell free over her shoulders. No more buns for Sue!

Sue's boss, whose name was Dave Lawson, called her into his office one day. Dave was a rather stout man in his late forties. He admired the pretty woman in the office from afar, but he never followed up his secret lusts. After all, he was a married man, with three kids. He regretted his boring sex life, but he figured he had lots of company in that department.

Dave had always liked Sue Walsh. She was a quiet girl. Did a good job. Was always on time and conscientious at her work. While the other girls wasted time at the water cooler, Sue was hard at work at her desk.

That was the old Sue Walsh!

But lately things, had changed with Sue. She began to show up late for work. To waste time gossiping with the guys in the office. She seemed less interested in whether her work was done than in whether her lipstick was on straight.

Dave decided it was time he had a talk with Sue.

Despite the seriousness of his intentions, the other man couldn't help but take a secretive lustful look at her breasts that were half bursting out of her low-cut, lace-trimmed blouse.

Sue sat down next to the door and crossed her legs. She was giving her boss a fantastic view of her legs and about an inch of lacy panty crotch.

Dave had to tight to raise his eyes to her face.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Lawson?" she asked demurely. The brunette had learned to enjoy her voluptuous good looks. She knew her boss' blood pressure had risen ten points since she came in the room. It excited her, knowing how men responded to her. She found the more innocent her behavior, the more it affected them, and they seemed to think they were seeing something other men had never seen.

"Er… yes, Sue. It's about these new habits of yours. Coming to work late. Goofing off on the job… entertaining a deskful of admirers all day long." He looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry to have to say this, Sue – you've been a good worker up until now – but if things don't straighten themselves out soon, we… er…" He paused. He shifted position uncomfortably.

"Yes, Mr. Lawson?" She stared at him with big trusting eyes. She leaned forward slightly in her chair, as though to hear him more clearly. She was giving her boss a view of her tits that reached almost all the way down to her nipples.

"Yes… well… er… we'll have to let you go, Sue. If you don't straighten out, that is," he added quickly.

He seemed totally unprepared for her tearful outburst.

"No, Mr. Lawson! Please don't do that to me! I'm all by myself. I have to support my home," she sobbed. She raised a hand to her cheek and rubbed her eye. The tears rolled freely down and dripped onto her chest. Lawson watched fascinated as her tears trailed down between her breasts.

"Please, Sue… don't cry." The man was confused.

His life never cried. He didn't know how to handle a woman in tears. He pulled a box of tissues from his bottom drawer and set it on the desk.

"Would you like a hanky?" he asked.

She rose from her chair and crossed the rug to his desk. She plied two tissues and wiped her nose and eyes daintily.

Dave found her very appealing, in her tearful distress. She looked so fragile. Obviously, she needed a good man to protect her. She was too young and defenseless to have to face the world on her own. He was beginning to feel like a mother hen.

"Now, my dear," he said gently. "I know it must be difficult for you. I knew your folks. They were wonderful people."

He knew at once he had taken the wrong tack. Her sobs became louder.

"There, there… don't… please…" He was becoming desperate. "Don't worry, Sue. I'm not going to fire you. But please try to go back to your old ways, won't you?"

The difference was like night and day. Her face blossomed into happiness. She rushed round the desk and threw her arms around the husky older man. He was face to face with a bulging valley of soft white tits.

"Oh… thank you for being so understanding. You're wonderful!"

Despite appearances to the contrary, Sue was having the time of her lift. She had never been the kind of girl who cried. Lawson had alarmed her when he suggested she might be fired. But the old Sue would have discussed the matter frankly and come to some kind of agreement. Of course the old Sue would never have been in trouble in the first place.

Her new dealings with men had taught the head typist a lot about how to get through to them. She realized now how much women could get away with if they just let their emotions be their guide. Men expected women to be emotional.

She had realized at once that the way to reach Lawson was through tears. He was an old softie, and she knew it. He had responded just the way she had known he would. She was relieved that the crisis was past.

Now the sexy brunette began to toy with an idea that had begun to brew in her mind long before she was called into the boss' office. She knew her work habits were getting sloppy. But she didn't care. She was having the time of her life – for the first time in her life. She realized that she would have to deal with her boss on the subject sooner or later.

She was confident that she would be able to handle him, even if it meant certain sacrifices on her part.

Now her intentions didn't seem so much like a sacrifice as a lot of fun.

She wanted to do it. It would give her a thrill.

The brunette was becoming excited by the knowledge that her boss couldn't keep his eyes off her tits. She hugged him long and hard, in a way that was an ambiguous mixture of passion and daughterly affection. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him and began to pull down Lawson's fly.

"Miss Walsh…" Dave began, but something seemed to catch in his throat. He normally called this woman by her first name, but suddenly it seemed that he didn't know her at all. He could never in a million years have imagined Sue Walsh falling to her knees in front of him and pulling his cock from his pants. Well… he might have imagined it… but he would have kept imagination strictly separated from reality.

He was tempted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming. But the hot lurch in his cock as her fingers grasped it and pulled it into the open was all the convincing he needed.

"Oooohh, what a lovely cock!" she cooed. She began to fondle the head. Then her grip became tighter, more urgent. She stroked up and down from base to tip several times.

Her heart pounding with lewd excitement, she looked up into her boss's eyes. He was looking down at her, but he didn't seem to be seeing anything. The look in his eyes was a mixture of amazement and primitive lust.