For Samantha, her work was everything. Over the past several years she had poured herself into her career. Certainly part of it was ambition, but she began to wonder if her success was coming at the cost of other relationships in her life.

She had been with her boyfriend for a couple of years but things between them had grown stagnant. She wasn’t sure why she kept him around, nor why she didn’t end it before she moved for her latest promotion and let him tag along. It was even more strange to her that In so many methods with this new job she had parted methods with things that bored her, yet her boyfriend was something she kept around.

Her new job was basically the same as the last except fewer hours, less stress and more money. She had landed a new general manager’s position for a small chain of highly successful local restaurants. She was a bit of a wunderkind in her professional world, demonstrating time and again that every company she takes on became considerably more profitable than it was previously.

She at all times attributed it to her highly disciplined work ethic that went strictly by the book and at all times put the customer first. Her entire career, her entire life, she had at all times been in total control. She at all times enjoyed that feeling and the freedom that comes with being so independent.

However, deep down inside a part of her yearned for the opposite. A life where someone else could take charge, sweep her off her feet and be the one at all times in control, at all times taking the responsibility of handling whatever is next. Perhaps that was what had her feeling so stale in her current relationship. He was a pushover, a freeloader, and neither cute enough nor good enough in bed to justify his laziness. She wanted more, needed more but, and very much unlike so many changes she’s made in her life, she continued on with a relationship that didn’t seem to advantage her at all.

In some methods she joked with herself that perhaps her boyfriend was some sort of nostalgic keepsake from a time she left behind. A reminder of how far she had come. But more than ever the signs of her Love lost we’re mounting. There smiles were few, the laughs even more so and the Sex life had become nonexistent. Even at his best it never did anything for her. She knew he was just a softer type, it’s laughable to ever think of him having the dominant trait. Yet that’s what she wanted so badly.

Working in a restaurant means you get to see dozens of faces every day. Some old, some new. She at all times had fun, entertaining day dreams of fantasies and desires ignited by some of the sexier and more rugged men that came in. She also had the same welcome distractions with some on her staff but never crossed the line. Her professionalism was her discipline.

However, one had been catching her eye more and more. Troy was new to the staff having only just finished his first two weeks of training and Samantha had the opportunity to work with him only a couple of times. She wasn’t much impressed with his work and became noticeably frustrated during some of his mistakes made during the busier hours of their shift. He was quiet and never said much but showed his own subtle yet noticeable signs of frustration when she provided her pointed criticisms. Samantha just assumed he didn’t like being told what to do by a woman, just like so many of the others.

She wondered for a moment perhaps she was too hard on him, maybe she was directing some of her frustrations from her personal life toward an easy target. Maybe she was upset that she actually knew how attracted to him she was. He was tall, a couple inches over six feet and a little chubby from the habitual post-shift beers with the other kitchen guys. While his midsection was round his shoulders were broad and muscular leading to long, powerful arms. He had short brown hair but most of it remained constantly hidden by a dirty baseball cap with short strands poking out from around the rim of the hat leading to a thick beard that was a week or two past needing a good trim.

She did her best to keep her distance, to remain professional, but her eyes seemed to at all times wander back. She became slightly worried that he had caught her on a couple occasions looking more than what would seem appropriate but dismissed the concerns just as quick.

Tonight they found themselves on a particularly Hot evening having come off a nearly overwhelming dinner hour followed by an unusually dead time leading up to closing. The dinner rush was intense and certain mistakes were made that set the entire kitchen back multiple times. And like the few times before, Troy was the target of her frustration in those tense moments. He worked through his backlogs in orders and found his pace to get things moving but she still had derided him during the rush.

As things later calmed to the point of a totally dead restaurant, she cut most of the staff from the front and back of house, leaving just her, two kitchen guys, Troy being one, and a bartender to shut down. She gave them their lists and told them they could clock out whenever they had finished.

While the others began tending to their short lists Samantha sat at the bar and enjoyed a shot and a new beer they had began offering that same night. The shot was top shelf tequila followed by a refreshing but hoppy IPA. It was worth a drink but she preferred the more basic, cheap American lager to many of the craft brews available.

She downed the shot immediately and followed with three gulps of the beer that took down half the pint. She was feeling good, honestly, a little too good before she noticed the beer she was drinking was 9.4% alcohol content. She laughed to herself in the moment but then felt a little challenged when she noticed the bartender was only waiting on her to finish before closing himself out.

Before she could down the last of the beer the kitchen manager came out to tell her they were all wrapped up and leaving and she said good night before turning back to the bar. She quickly took down the remaining pint in just a couple quick drinks and walked the glass and napkin back to the bar sink and trash. She dismissed the bartender, telling her she would handle her own mess and to enjoy her evening.

Samantha followed the bartender to the front and locked the door after she left before turning out all the lights on her way back to the kitchen exit. As she walked into the kitchen she noticed a large burlap package of potatoes sitting in Troy’s area, something he was told specifically to put away before he left.

“Goddamnit, Troy! How many times do I have to tell you to do something!” She cried out to herself as her temper guided her to pick up the sack and aggressively swing them around to the door of the walk-in cooler. She opened the walk-in door just as she finished her cursing and was shocked to discover Troy standing on the other side. Samantha wondered herself a decent height at 5’7 but she felt so small in that moment as Troy towered above her.

“I thought you were gone for the night,” she said a little embarrassed at her outburst that he surely heard through the door.

“No,” he smirked, “I still had some work to do but it looks like you got impatient.” His voice was deep and gravely and while the words were delivered with a barb, he was also amused at her backing down so quickly.

She pushed through the narrow door to the cooler and past him to put the sack on a rack. The cool air felt good as the alcohol really began to heat her up. The potatoes settled on the rack with a thud and she then turned to walk out but was startled to see Troy followed her to the racks and was standing barely inches away from her.

“You know, I can’t tell if you like me or not,” his blue eyes pierced into hers from under his ball cap as a playfully confused look came across his face. “Like, I see you constantly checking me out but when you do talk to me you are just so mean.”

Her back was against the racks and he was so close that her breasts were almost pressing into his abdomen. Her heart was definitely elevated and her breath excited but controlled. She could feel her nipples get hard as her mind raced through her fantasies and day dreams now being so close to Troy.

“So, seriously, which is it? Do you like me?” He asked her matter of factly.

At this point, the shot and beer were in full effect and she found herself on the front side of drunk. Her eyes danced from his to his beard to his chest and back up to his shoulders before her attention was refocused.

“Hey,” his voice almost growled as she looked back directly into his eyes. “I asked you a question. Do you like me?”

Samantha nodded her head with both sincerity and a little tremble of her breath.

“Good,” he responded with a very subtle but cocky smirk. “And I’m right that you’ve been checking me out haven’t you?”

She was excited but equally nervous, her breathing a little faster now, her hands shaking from the rush as she let out barely a whimper, “Yes.”

Troy’s smirk went from subtle to sinister.

“I kinda think I might have you figured out,” he said with a very light chuckle. “You’re the boss, you’re in control. You Love being in control. Well, you like being in control except for a few things.”

His step forward closed the last remaining half-inch between them, his torso pressing gently into her breasts and softly pinning her between him and the rack behind her. He hadn’t even put a hand on her yet her body felt like it was on fire.

“You like being controlled don’t you? You spend all day being in charge you need an outlet where you aren’t the one calling the shots,” he said as he leaned down putting his lips only millimeters from her ear, his breath dancing along the hairs on her neck and running down her spine.

“You like to submit don’t you?” His voice whispered in a deep bellow.

Samantha nodded her head quickly as she looked down and away.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispered.

She paused for a moment hoping that her senses would come to her but her body was overwhelmed with excitement and lust. Her whimpered response was inaudible and caused Troy to let out a frustrated sigh.

He barely let his lips graze the very outside of her ear as he said, this time with a very serious tone, “Say it!”

“I want it!” She responded quickly and with fast breathing,

Without hesitation, Troy runs his enormous, thick hands up her shirt over breasts slowly before he grabbed the fabric revealing her cleavage and then quickly, and violently ripped her shirt wide open. She let out what felt like a scream but only for half a second in surprise. Instinctively she brought her arms closer to her chest to cover herself but the sight of her 40F tits pushing up from her bra was too much to make Troy pause for even a moment.

Troy grabbed her wrists with each and pressed them back into the racks above her head, her large nipples showing through her sheer bra sent Froy into a frenzy. He leaned in and began sucking and licking along her collar bone, neck and ear lobes.

Samantha’s body flexed and contorted as the sensation running along her spine as her Pussy had her more Horny than she had been in years. Troy then let go of her wrists to first squeeze her tits before ripping the bra open just as the shirt. Her heavy, gorgeous natural tits were immediately grabbed with each hand as he tried to press both her nipples in her mouth at the same time.

Her Pussy was getting so wet and she was now crossing into exhilaration. “Maybe we should go to the office,” she said in between heavy breaths.

Troy immediately grabbed her by her long black hair and pointed her away from him toward the racks, Samantha was Horny but also feeling a bit scared. He placed his lips on her ear again.

“You’re going to get it right here do you understand me?” He said intensely as he yanked in her hair. “I’m the one that determines how you get fucked do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” she responded immediately. This only emboldened him.

“No, I don’t think you do know, so I’m going to have to fucking teach you,” Troy said as he released his grip on her hair.

She stood there confused for a moment as Troy backed away and picked up her tattered and torn shirt from the floor. She almost started to cover up but Troy grabbed her wrists and tied them together through the racks.

Her arms were completely above her head now. Her tits we’re hanging perfectly, her nipples hard, her breathing hard, her Pussy aching. The cold air from the cooler danced along her skin, especially her nipples and added to all of the overwhelming sensations. She was giving in entirely to him.

Once her wrists were tied he immediately pulled down her pants and panties, revealing her smooth, tight Pussy. The wet spot on her panties told him he was doing it right. He felt confident he knew what she liked.

Her panties around her ankles, he spins her around to face the rack yet again. He reaches around and teases her nipples between his fingers before twisting and flicking them both hard. She pushed her Ass back into his crotch and could feel his bulge pressing into her. She wanted it so badly, she kept trying to push into it harder and harder until he pulled away and contacted her round Ass with a powerful slap.

Samantha let out a bit of a quick yell in response before she felt her hair pulled again.

“Who told you to try and touch my dick?” He asked with anger in his voice. “Did I tell you you could do that?” He demanded.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said worried.

“No you’re not you fucking slut,” he said as he slapped her Ass again. And then again. She whimpered and wiggled her Ass in both pain and pleasure.

He reached up again and squeezed both her tits hard from behind and twisted both her nipples again before she let out a cry. He then ran his hands down her back and slapped her Ass again. And again. And again. And again. Her skin was stinging from the spankings as the cold cooler air flowed across it.

She was gushing. And Troy couldn’t hide his cock any longer. Troy cock was only about average length but almost as thick as a soda can. He was engorged and just as turned on as Samantha. He dropped his pants to his ankles, as well, and then stepped behind Samantha to rub his cock through her Ass cheeks.

She hadn’t seen his dick yet but she was blown away at how thick it felt as he toyed with her Ass. Troy told her to spread her legs but she wasn’t fast enough. She received another two spankings, hard, and then moved her ankles as far aside as her panties would let her. Troy reached down and pulled her Ass aside as pushed his cock forward. At first only a small portion of his enormous tip was able to go in. But Troy, caught in the flames of his own lust, forced it inside her on the second thrust, and Samantha cried out in pure pleasure.

Troy grabbed her by the throat with one hand and squeezed her tit with the other as began slamming his wide cock into her Pussy. He then reached up and pulled her hair hard before using his other hand to spank her Ass repeatedly.

Samantha moaned in pleasure and agony. His cock spread her wet Pussy and sent shiver down her legs as he pounded her against the rack, Samantha unable to move at all and just taking his dick like a slut. She moaned and screamed over and over again.

Troy took his enormous hand and wrapped it around Samantha’s throat, the other grabbing one of her nipples and not letting go.

“You want my cum you fucking whore?” He said into his ear as he squeezed her throat and her nipples. “Say it, slut!” He screamed as he kept sliding his cock in and out deep in her Pussy.

Samantha tried doing what she was told but his hand was cutting off her voice and her breath. She kept fighting it trying to comply with his commands but it was no use. He kept asking her two more times as he pounded her harder and harder before he let go of her throat and squeezed both her nipples.

Samantha screamed yes in pleasure and compliance as he kept slamming his cock in her Pussy, her tits bouncing off the racks in front of her, it was too much to handle anymore before her legs completely quivered and she let out a ferocious scream as she gushed all over his cock. She moaned and screamed as he kept fucking her with the same intensity and pace until she could feel an Orgasm pulse through her yet again. Her legs this time almost completely giving out..

When Troy realized she had been fucked so hard she couldn’t stand, he untied her from the rack and put her on her knees before tying her wrists above her head with the shirt again. At first she was delirious, not really comprehending what just happened before Troy thrust his dick in her mouth. Her jaws stretching and flexing as his thick head and shaft pressed back against her throat. Then she remembered she was there to be his slut. To serve him.

She began to suck his cock as hard as she could. Fast and deep with a true desire ti see him cum. But it wasn’t enough for Troy. He grabbed her head with both hands and began to fuck her mouth just as hard as her Pussy. Samantha choked and gaged as spit fell out of her mouth as he force fucked her face into submission. The experience was just as Hot for him because she could feel his cock grow even thicker and harder before he slammed her head all the way down on his cock, her lips touching his balls, as he let his cum explode all over the back of her throat.

He groaned loudly, his own legs shaking as he felt his balls toghten and release over and over again into her mouth. She choked and tried to pull away but he made her stay on it until every drop came out. And when it did he pumped her mouth a few more times for good measure before pulling it out and letting his enormous load fall from her tongue onto her tits and stomach below.

His warm cum was in stark contrast to the rest of her body that was freezing from being exposed in the cooler. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and she could still feel the stings of his slaps in her Ass as she followed the sensation of the warm cum dropping off her tits and down her body.

Troy untied her wrists gently and she nearly collapsed into his legs from exhaustion. Once freed, he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back hard to look up at him, covered in cum and totally submissive.

“I’ll let you have the restaurant, you can be as much of a bitch as you’d like telling me what to do,” he said as he looked over his work covering her body. “But you otherwise belong to me, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied quickly and genuinely.

He smirked as he pushed her head away as he released her hair. She watched as he stood and pulled his pants up and left her there on the floor of the wall-in recovering from something so intensely unexpected.