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From: jon horner <TrashCanMano@excite.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Angela Harris      by TrashCanMan    Fdom, mast
Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 15:10:02 -0400
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Howdy, I am attaching a text file as my first story submission to
you all. Because it is my first submission, notwithstanding that
I read your FAQ page, I probably screwed something up. Please let
me know if my mistake is egregious, and I will fix it. Thankyou,
                                             TrashCanMan









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Angela Harris      by TrashCanMan    Fdom, mast
      


Frankly, I was dismayed  to learn that the new accounting
department head was to be hired from outside the company, rather
than from within.  This was because, to my thinking, the best
candidate was, well, me.  As it turned out, though, from the
moment Angela swept into the building to take up residence in the
large corner office, it was clear that she up to the job. She had
 about her a no bullshit, take charge manner - but at the same
time let the staff know that we would operate as a team. The
women admired her for her obvious self-made professionalism. And
so did the men, that and the fact that she was drop dead
gorgeous.

   Apart from her Stanford MBA, her assets were green eyes and
auburn hair on a tall,  curvaceous figure. She tended to wear
conservative business suits but the skirts were always well above
the knee, and her silk blouses always snug. As much as her looks,
what made her so desirable was her way of looking at you as if
what you said was the most important thing in the world to her.

   From the start she instituted a practice that initially seemed
archaic.  Everyone was to refer to her as Miss Harris. This does
not often happen on a office wide basis anymore. But with her
stunning looks and personable manner, this served her well by
putting some distance between her and her staff. I already felt
the distance. Angela Harris was 10 years younger than me. While
she was beautiful with a outgoing personality, I am, to be
brutally self-honest, average at best and shy. Since my divorce
seven years ago from a  brow beating harridan I had slowly
withdrawn from the notion of ever developing another
relationship. Miss Harris was so far out of my league that I
never even considered being anything other than being part of her
staff.  But still it was so difficult not to allow my eyes to
sweep up her legs or to lean closer to her to catch her scent. As
the months went by I spent my time doing my job to the very best
of my ability; for when I did well I'd be rewarded with a smile
and that feeling of special intimacy that she would convey with
her eyes or a touch. Conversely, on the few occasions I did not
perform to Miss Harris' expectations, she was quick with a sharp
rebuke, a flash of those eyes; she would spin around and walk
away, her heels tapping out her displeasure.

  This management style was not directed at me exclusively. 
People naturally enjoyed pleasing her and so it became apparent
that the office was running smoother than ever. I found myself
doing little things I'd never do for another boss.  I would go
downstairs and get her coffee in the morning. Increasingly, Miss
Harris would ask me to get her dry cleaning or go to the
shoemaker to get a heel fixed.  As time went on, in private,  she
started calling me Jon instead of Mr. Brown.  To my chagrin, when
I called her Angela, I thought she was going to hit me. Instead
she coldly handed me enough extra work to keep me at the office
until midnight. Despite this, my devotion to Miss Harris
continued to grow.

  One afternoon Miss Harris asked me to stay late to finish a
report she needed for a meeting the next day.  She gave me her
address and asked me to drop it off at her apartment when I was
done. So that night I found myself in her apartment reviewing the
report. When she was done she got up from the table and sat down
on her living room couch.



Miss Harris patted the couch next to her.
"Jon, come and sit here."
As I sat next to her I could not help but let my eyes linger on
her breasts. She was not wearing a bra and beneath a silk blouse
her silver dollar sized nipples were erect and clearly visible.
In a stern voice she said " What are you looking at?
I stammered " I'm sorry" I lowered my head. After a moment, like
a jerk, I rushed on " Miss Harris you are so beautiful. I can't
help it. I love you. I'm sorry."   Instead of getting angry, she
surprised me.
"I know that, silly . Come here."  She opened a button and guided
my head to her breast. In a trance, I closed my eyes and nuzzled
her. After a few moments she said, " OK, now Jon, I want to talk
to you. Kneel down here on the floor. Put your head on my lap.
Comfortable? I was in bliss. Her skirt was halfway up here thighs
and I could smell her perfume and a hint of musk. I nodded my
head. "Good. Now here's the thing. We both know a guy like you
isn't going to attract someone like me."  Facedown in her lap, I
nodded again. "But we have the start of a unique relationship.
You obviously enjoy  doing my bidding and I like having a no
nonsense relationship based on my needs. I won't beat around the
bush--  I want a servant who obeys me without hesitation.  What
you get is the opportunity to be around me.  While that may seem
to be enough for you now, I also realize you may want more.  We
will never have a "normal" sexual relationship, but I think I can
offer you some excitement.  What do you think.?" This was a dream
come true. Again I nodded. She pushed me off her lap on to the
floor. As I looked up at her she said  "When I ask a question, I
want an answer." "Yes. I would like to try it", I replied.  She
reached down and slapped my face. "Yes, I would like to try it,
Miss Harris", she said.  I rubbed my cheek, lowered my eyes and
repeated after her. "OK, that's more like it " she said in a
softer tone of voice. "I know you want to please me, but we're
going to have work on getting things right. OK?" "Yes, Miss
Harris"
"Good. Now let's see what I have to play with.  Stand up and get
undressed" I was careful to fold my clothes and stack them
neatly. She pointed to a spot  in front of where she sat on the
sofa. "Stand here." She reached out two manicured fingers and
grasped my cock. "Not exactly a monster, is it Jonboy?"
"No ma'am" She raised an eyebrow and said
"You're learning. " Still holding my cock, she cupped my balls
with her other hand. My cock was now stiff. "I guess you like
this" she gave my balls a squeeze "don't you?" "Yes Ma'am,"
"Go into the bathroom ,get a pair of my panties from the hamper
and bring them back here." I trotted down the hall,  penis
swinging , and then returned to her, still sitting, clothed on
the sofa.  She took the panties, told me to open my mouth, and
stuffed half in my mouth leaving the remainder just below my
nose.  Her scent made me weak kneed. "Jerk off"

Nothing remotely similar to this had ever happened to me. And as
weird as it was, still I had never been more excited.  Somehow
this women had known that  my kneeling before her, commanded to
masturbate, was the ultimate turn on. I cradled my cock and
started pumping.

Miss Harris said "Looks like you've done that before big boy".
She then stretched out her leg and bounced my balls on the toe of
her pump. She then leaned forward "Maybe this will help". She
then tweaked my nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed
hard.

I came in great spurts. Gobs of cum landed on the rug and on her
stockings. I collapsed back on my heels, breathing hard.

"Feel better now, Jonboy"? Still with the panties in my mouth, I
nodded.

"Good, now why don't you take my undies out of your mouth,
because it really looks ridiculous"  As I complied she settled
back on the sofa, swung her cum soaked leg back and forth,
smiled, and said "Well what are you waiting for, lick it up."

My face showed my shock.  The thought of eating my cum disgusted
me. Miss Harris' voice was harsh. "I won't say this twice
asshole. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. But you
won't ever see me again. So make your choice. Now."

I bent to her leg, prostrated myself before her and began licking
cum.

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This was my first story, so comments would be appreciated.

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