She Made Me Her Bitch - Sex Stories

She Made Me Her Bitch

This story is based on a woman I met about four years ago. She was stocky, about 6’ 1” and was definitely not a girly-girl. Lisa prided herself on her huge legs and calves and could lift as much as any man in the warehouse. We used to joke around at work and some of the guys teased me about not being about to keep up with her as we were loading trucks. I always though her long brown hair she kept in a pony-tail was extremely hot, but my God could she use a tan. Lisa would laugh and say he even sweat more than I did. I would just grin and agree. On a Friday after work she asked if I wanted to stop at the bar a few block down from work to grab a few beers. I said yes thinking my charm had finally broken the ice. We stopped in, pulled two stools up to the bar and ordered. We never really talked about out personal lives at work. I learned that Lisa had a long time boyfriend but he dropped her because she was not feminine enough for his tastes. Yes she was a big girl and well-built but that only made her look like an amazon in my book. Right after I thought that she said I need to go home and take a shower…I stink! What a lady I chuckled. She must have heard me because she said I did not smell that good either. I reminded her we have been working 11 straight hours. We swallowed the final sips of our beers and headed out. I joked and said if you need any help with that shower let me know. She said I yea, right – I said I was serious. Lisa turned and said you can come over but she ...

... was just fine on her own. Her place was a dump, clothes all over, pizza boxes on the table and couch and dishes in the sink. I asked “Do you clean much?” she said if I didn’t like, you know where the door is. I ask if she had and beer in the cooler she just nodded. She went in to a bedroom of the kitchen and I made myself comfortable on the couch, then a few moments I saw her wrapped in a bathroom walking to the bathroom. Next I heard the water running so I got comfortable. I thought of Lisa naked washing her big ass, hairy pussy and rubbing those nice pale tits. I was getting harder and harder thought I have a few minutes I have time to jack off a quick one. I got so caught up in pulling my meat I did not hear the water stop. My eyes were closed and I heard pissed “What the fuck are you doing asshole!” There was nothing I could do or say, I just quickly put mu leaking dick back in my pants and tried to zip up. He opened her robe and said “Is this what you were thinking about?” I stared at her stocky body which did not help my dick get any less hard. Take your pants off; I want to see your little toy. I sat back on the couch and pulled my pants and underwear down and to the floor. “Now finish what you were doing or I will tell everyone in the warehouse you were jacking off in my house you fucking perv!” I went to grab my now semi-hard dick again then she said she thought of something else. Lisa dropped her robe, leaned over the table with the pizza boxes and said “clean my ...