Susan #3 rang my doorbell – and we had a wild night together

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I don’t know why I am so lucky with women named Susan coming to my door and begging for sex. It just seems to happen. I’ve already written about Susan J and Susan M.This time, the willing participant was Susan McG. And the night we had together was unforgettable. I was working at a large advertising agency in Dallas at the time. I had just been promoted to Account Supervisor, handling several major accounts into a large national jewelry store chain. I had four account executives and two assistants ae’s on my team, reporting to me. In turn, I reported to our VP, Management Supervisor. We all worked together in a “pod” with two secretaries in the bullpen. The rest of us had private offices. Before I got promoted, I was just one of the account executives, and I shared Marsha as our secretary. Marsha was amazingly competent and she had taken me under her wing, helping me get to the point where I was promoted. But Marsha was pretty rough around the edges. She was an older woman, who swore like a sailor (more about that in a bit) and lived in a trailer park with her redneck husband, and she smoked like a chimney. Still, I loved working with her.When I got promoted, my boss (the VP, Management Supervisor) told me that Marsha would no longer be my secretary. kaçak iddaa Instead, I would work with Susan McG, who also worked for him. I was upset at first because I thought so highly of Marsha, but Pat (my boss) assured me that Susan would be best for me in the long term.Susan was a lot different. She was young and more polished and also very smart. Susan wasn’t actually a great looker. She was kind of mousy in the face, with dirty blonde shoulder-length hair and wide hips and small breasts. I preferred my women to be bustier for sure. But Susan did have a certain quiet seductiveness about her, and I had always wondered what she would think if I just came up behind her, bent her over her desk from behind, and took her doggie style. I kind of thought she would like it.I wasn’t the only one who reacted negatively to the change to make Susan my secretary. Marsha was devastated. She was left supporting all the lower-ranked team, while Susan was reserved for just Pat and me. When told of the news, Marsha began crying at her desk. One of the Account Executives, a very nice young guy named Henry came out and tried to comfort her. “What’s wrong Marsha?” Henry asked”I just got fucked in the ass without vaseline,” was Marsha’s reply. Like I said, kaçak bahis she was pretty rough around the edges. Despite Marsha’s protestations, the change went ahead and business went on like usual. Susan was very good and very attentive to me, and I came to realize that Pat had been right about her. Around the same time, I started getting anonymous cards left on my desk – usually about one a week. They said things like: “I’m really just a chicken”, or “I haven’t worked up the nerve yet.” They were unsigned but I thought I recognized the handwriting on the envelope as Susan’s. I assumed she had a crush on me, as secretaries sometimes do for their bosses. We even went out once together – sort of. It was actually a professional thing. Our jewelry client was sponsoring the local Virginia Slims tennis tournament and the agency had some things to do at the event as part of the sponsorship. So I dragged Susan along. I knew she liked tennis, plus I needed her to help out. Once the “work part” was done, we got to watch the night’s feature match, which involved the legendary Martina Navritalova (who incidentally had just recently come out as a lesbian, which was a big deal in those days).Susan and I had a nice time together, especially as I kept her laughing illegal bahis by threatening to shout out (from our courtside seats: “Martina is a dyke!” It was our little joke. The evening ended and I think we had even gone in separate cars, so nothing happened afterward, even though I noticed Susan was sitting VERY close to my seat, close enough for our hips and thighs to touch.Back at work, the cards kept coming but I was pretty busy and I couldn’t quite be sure that Susan was the author. Truthfully, there were some other slutty women at the Agency who I would have preferred to be behind them. In those days, “account guys” (or “suits” as we were called), were big shots. We had a job everyone wanted and lots of girls wanted to fuck us just because of our positions. As it turned out, not long afterward I hosted a small gathering at my house. It was Friday night and it was a kind of happy hour, early in the evening before people went on to other activities. There weren’t too many people, maybe twelve or fifteen. Being in the ad business we were all drinking heavily and feeling no pain. Susan was there, wearing a long, wraparound skirt that looked pretty hot. One of the other women there was a female copywriter named Marty. Marty had enormous tits, but a rough face and I could never quite figure her out. I thought she might be gay, or at least bi-sexual. So even though I lusted after her breasts and wanted to titty-fuck her, I never made a move.

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