Suzanne making of a Slut Part one - Sex Stories

Suzanne making of a Slut Part one

My name is suzanne bradley and at the time of this story I was married to Josh, we got divorced a year latter, I was 26 years old, attractive, my hair was still blonde long down to mid back, which I had in a pony tail, I'm 5' 7, 138 lbs, 36c-30-38, After 2 years in college I left, and took a job working a major manufacturing company in their office. I was in the planning department, which I am the manager of now, and I was also responsible for keeping an eye on the finished product inventory. This happen to me late one day when I had to go down to the warehouse and ship out a rush order.

     It was late in the day, almost quitting time and I was killing the time reading a book given to me by my bff Barbara. It was a very erotic interracial story about this girl about my age, being seduced by a older black man. Now, I have never have been with a black man myself, but I was really getting very aroused from reading this story. Then my phone rings, it was my boss Mr Terry calling me, I jumped as I was really engrossed into the book, he tells me, he knows it late, but we just received an order that needed to go out immediately for next day delivery, and that I should stay around to make sure the order gets shipped out properly. The order is for a very prominent client.

Now at that time of the day the first shift was finishing up, and the night shift was coming on, and for me to get down to the warehouse, I have to walk thru the factory. Whenever I walk thru the factory I ...

... get a lot of attention from the men, I hear all kind of remarks, and whistles. I like giving them a little show, wiggling my butt sometimes, I know I'm a tease, but I just thought it was some harmless fun, little did I know, the men in the factory game me a name, I was know as S S, which i though meant, sexy sue, but latter on I found out what it really meant,,, "Slut Sue".

    When I arrived down at the warehouse I needed to look for the night shift stockroom worker, and have him pull the item from the rack. His name is Earl Williams, a huge black man in his 50's. I looked around for him for a few minutes, couldn't locate him so I began to go thru the racks myself, and try to locate the item that had to ship out. The warehouse is a large area, about 10 racks deep that are 5 layers high. To get up to the higher bins you needed to use this ladder, it has these wheels on the bottom so you can move it around easily. Once I located the item, I had to climb up the ladder and get the information off it, serial numbers, dates, weight, things like that. Sliding the ladder next to the rack, I began to climb, as I 'm going up I lost my balance, wearing heels is not ideal for climbing.. I didn't hear him behind me, but Mr Williams the stockroom attendant, kept me from falling. His huge right hand caught me on my bottom, keeping me from falling backwards, his left hand grabbed my leg around my knee, I really thought I was going to fall,,, After I caught my breath, I became very aware of ...