Acme and Ecstasy
Joe Brewster
2026 Revised Edition
Copyright Joe Brewster
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Author’s Note: This story is set in the mid 1990’s.
I walked up the stairs feeling anxious. I feel anxious at the start of any new job, even if the gig’s just a phone-jockey temp job at a place like ACME Telemarketing.
Knowing I’d be the only guy on the evening shift did nothing to calm my nerves.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Four women, each wearing telephone headsets, looked up toward me at once, and smiled. They seemed to think having a guy around might be fun. I wasn’t so sure.
They sat at a cluster of desks forming a small work island. I went over and one of them introduced me around.
"Say 'Hi' to Vicki... Ashley... Molly... and me. I'm Joan."
“Hi, I’m Joe,” I said, as I took a seat at an open computer terminal. The agency said to just hang tight and observe for a few minutes until a supervisor came along. So I sat and chatted with my new coworkers as they worked the phones.
The small crew seemed like a friendly bunch. They gave me pointers on how to handle calls. I already knew the drill, more or less. I’d done work like this before.
Off in the corner a voice called out, “Well, well, well, what have we here?”
The voice belonged to a tall blonde. Arms crossed, she leaned in the doorway of a single full-size cubicle. She acted like she owned the place.
“I’m the new guy,” I answered.
“Get over here, NOW,” she commanded.
I scurried over while she stood glaring at me. I couldn’t move fast enough for her. I tried my best to hurry but I wasn't going to run.
She frowned as I stood before her. Holding her hand up like a traffic cop, gesturing for me to be silent, she coldly lowered her eyes over my entire body, from head to toe, like a slow moving elevator. She was obviously not impressed.
“The new guy have a name?” she asked.
“Joe,” I said.
Then, more silence.
The nameplate on her cubicle read ‘Barb’. Barb was big, large. She fit her hourglass figure on an Amazon frame. Her size had a bullying effect if you let it. I tried not to let it.
She draped herself in a loose-fitting white turtleneck top paired with a just-above-the-knee-length gray pleated skirt. This turned out to be her uniform. She wore it all the time. It hid her curves as much as possible. It was a tall order. Barb had plenty of curves to hide.
She had the parochial schoolgirl look nailed down tight, until you got a load of those long sculptured legs. Standing barefoot in black nylon-stockings, a gold bracelet on one ankle, Barb was sexy in spite of herself.
I stood there imagining what she’d look like in heels. She towered over me already. Bossy women like her make me weak in the knees. Put her in a pair of sky-high heels and I’d be putty in her hands.
“From now on be here on time,” she said. I’d made it there on time, and I’m sure she knew it, but I didn’t argue. She waited for me to say something but I didn’t. I just stood there.
“Understand?” she asked.
“Yes, Barb.”
"Don't get smart,” she snapped. She didn't like me calling her by name, or maybe she just didn't like me, period. "We've got enough smart-asses around here already."
Barb did not seem happy with me, to say the least.
She fished a headset out of a file drawer and thrust it at me, “Get back over there and get to work.”
I could feel her eyes still on me as I crept back to my seat.
I felt incredibly humiliated, as if I’d been somehow violated, and was now doing my walk of shame.
“I hope Barb won’t fire me on my first night here,” I told my new coworkers. “I need this job.”
“Barb’s not the boss,” Joan said. “She’s a rep like the rest of us.”
“Really?” I muttered, surprised.
“She thinks she’s hot shit but she isn’t,” said Ashley. “I'd deck her if she ever messed with me like that. I don't care how big she is. I’m about ready to deck her right now.”
“Yeah, Joe, we’ll protect you,” Molly said, leaning toward me and patting my hand. “…for a little quid pro quo under the table.” I wasn’t sure what she meant but it felt kind of mean.
Molly leaned back and smiled, proud of herself for being so witty, then continued: “Barb’ll keep dogging you for as long as you let her. So don't let her. She’ll give you fits. She'll eat you alive if you don't stand up to her.”
“Don’t take it personal, Joe,” Joan said, tempering things somewhat. "Barb's act is totally over the top but that's Barb. She's like that with everyone. She's got her nose in everybody’s business. Try just to ignore her if you can." It seemed like good advice to me. "We told Ella to give her that cubicle in order to get her away from us, out of our hair. But our plan hasn’t been working.”
“And neither has Barb,” Ashley added. “She sits on that big ass of hers all night long looking at magazines. Ella should fire her ass. Ella’s the real boss. She’ll be here any minute.”
~~~
I felt like I’d really settled in by the time Ella arrived.
Ella's presence commanded my attention as she marched directly to her office down a short hall across from the break room.
She was petite, about 50, and super attractive. Her lean, tan and ultra-toned hardbody moved with authority and grace.
Sporting a dark blue tailored suit, sheer stockings and black patent leather pumps she took the corporate look to a whole new level. She made it work.
Her crisp white blouse fit snug, not tight. Her skirt was short, but not too short. Her elegantly tall stylish heels put me in mind of a moonlighting dominatrix.
I found everything about her incredibly exciting.
My reaction did not go unnoticed by the crew.
"Looks like Ella put some lead in his pencil, hey girls?" Molly said, with a grin.
Joan chimed in, "Don't wet yourself, Joe." They all chuckled.
At just 19, Vicki was the shy quiet type. A mere youngster compared to the rest of us. She just smiled.
But Ashley had to crack wise, "Maybe Joe hasn't ‘gotten any’ lately. One look at Ella and his eyes popped out so far they nearly bounced off her ass."
"You guys are very funny, you’re a regular laugh riot,” I said. "Don't worry about what I'm getting or not getting. I glanced up when I heard the door open, that's all. No big deal."
Then Molly said, in that smug way of hers, playing to the crowd, "Maybe you did just ‘glance up’. Then again maybe you didn’t. It's okay either way. There’s no law against a twenty-something guy like you having ‘the hots’ for his mature older boss.
“Still, if a quick ‘glance up’ is enough to give you a stiffy,” Molly said, “I wonder, is it enough to make you go down?”
Vicki seemed uneasy. The other’s all laughed. I thought they were gonna high-five each other on that one.
I was stunned. I couldn’t believe the smutty things that Molly came out with. She was the mother of two college-age kids and looked like an All-American ‘Soccer Mom’, and this is how she talked? And the others too. I couldn’t believe their cheeky sort of crudeness.
Barb stepped out of her cubicle and stood arms akimbo, hands on hips, "Is that all you guys do is run your mouths? You should skim the script manual once in a while so your ad libs won't totally sound like bullshit, seeing as how you’ve got so much time on your hands." She walked off muttering, "And I'm the one that gives everybody fits? Yeah, right." and disappeared into Ella’s office.
I started leafing through a manual, ignoring Molly. She’d gotten what she wanted. She scored a big laugh. She couldn’t actually expect an answer from me too. Could she?
Yes. She could.
"Joe, put the manual down. Put it down." I did as Molly ordered. I had to. I couldn't ignore her. She wouldn't let me. “Look at me.”
I hesitated slightly but it was no use. I had no choice. I had to obey. Sheepishly, I lifted my eyes toward Molly.
"That's better," she smiled. "Now answer the question. Would you?”
She liked having me on the hot seat, watching me squirm as the others giggled. It was all in fun but still, I felt my face blushing red.
In an effort to regain my composure I sat up straight, stared Molly dead in the eye, and defiantly restated the question, spelling it out, "Do you mean, ‘Would I go down on Ella’?" I struggled to keep my voice strong while holding her gaze. I hoped she might laugh it off and let it go if she saw how well I’d recovered my poise and stood up to her.
I was wrong. Molly rolled her eyes and shook her head as if to say, 'What a fucking Lightweight.'
"Yeah Joe," sticking it to me now and drawing it out. "Would you, go down, on Ella?" The girls all giggled.
Damn. The truth is I'd go down on any one of them in a heartbeat, Barb even more so. With those long legs of hers, why not?
But admitting such a thing out loud seemed a bit much. Ella, I felt, deserved better. She had class. Making her the topic of smutty gossip felt wrong.
But it was too late to worry about that now. I had to answer. I couldn't wimp out.
So I manned up and with absolute honesty I answered Molly’s question.
"Yes I would,” I said. "I'd go down on Ell--" a warm hand appeared on my shoulder. I'd been so distracted I hadn’t heard Ella walk out of her office. She was right behind me. She bent over, put her lips to my ear, and whispered, "'It’s nice to know you care."
The girls, except Barb, all howled with laughter. Even our young wallflower Vicki.
Then Ella straightened into a commanding pose and things got quiet.
"If you slackers are finished hazing the new guy,” she said, “then I’ll take over from here."
Then she led me by the hand to the break room as I, dumbly, followed.
~~~
The break room consisted of three tables, a refrigerator, and a long counter containing a sink, a microwave oven and a coffee maker.
"Well Joe I'm Ella. As I am sure you know. And I'm the boss around here. One of the perks of being the boss is I never need to fetch my own coffee. Unfortunately, one of the drawbacks of being the new guy is, you are the one that does the fetching. But, then again, maybe you like to fetch?” she looked at me without smiling. Raising her eyebrows slightly.
"I don't mind," I said, feeling trapped.
These women had my number. When Ashley said that maybe I hadn't ‘gotten any’ lately she was right. Lately I filled my time with getting back on my feet after the divorce and bankruptcy. Getting laid barely entered my mind.
Standing next to this confident and extremely attractive woman, as she looked into my eyes and casually insinuated vaguely sexual suggestions, especially after she heard me say that I wanted to go down on her, it was almost more than I could bear. I nearly came in my pants just from standing right next to her. Pathetic but true.
"I can make coffee,” I continued, trying to sound casual and not quite getting there.
"Good. Very good Joe,” Ella said, having fun with it. "Make sure everything is thoroughly cleaned each time you brew a new pot. And be sure to rinse the soap off. I become angry when I taste soap in my coffee. You don't want to see me angry, do you Joe?"
"N-uh-no," I stuttered. Sounding so lame. Like a frightened little lamb. I may as well have said "Ba-aa".
What was I getting into? The sudden stimulation of my repressed male urges now marked me as fair game for all these female antics. I couldn’t conceal my feelings. I gave them all an object for their feminine wiles to act on. I was being toyed with. I was their plaything. It was disorienting and I felt helpless, but… I liked it.
“We haven’t had a man around here for quite some time,” Ella said. “I really don’t know how I ever made do.” She paused, looking me straight in the eye, but level, not trying to scare me, just wondering if I caught her drift.
I honestly think I did.
As I washed the glass coffee urn at the sink Ella stood close beside me watching. She rested her hand against the small of my back. Her breast pressed lightly against my arm. Her faint and delicate scent was noticeable only now, standing so close, that it softly drew my mind toward thoughts of her feminine essence. Very subtle. I liked that. It soothed me. I felt safe.
Under the spell of her cool and collected manner it felt incredibly natural to let her control things. And when I say ‘things’, really I mean--me.
I wondered exactly how far I was willing to follow her in this vein.
As the faintest hint of a smile appeared on her lips I knew I’d risk anything and everything just to find out.
"You're doing just fine dear," she said, daring my eyes to meet her gaze.
I bowed my head and looked away as she slid her hand further down my back.
She hooked her thumb in my back pocket and cupped an ass cheek in the palm of her hand.
A shiver ran up my spine as she casually fondled my ass.
Her utter self-confidence made my senses tingle.
"Brew it strong and when it's done bring me a cup."
"Yes ma’am."
"Drop the "ma’am”. Call me Ella. I'm the boss. I call the shots. We both know it. There's no need to be formal."
"Yes Ella."
“That’s better. I like a man who knows how to take instruction. I'll put that quality to good use.” She gave my ass a brief squeeze of approval then left me to my work.
I stood there quietly savoring the past few moments. I imagined her saying the words out loud, in her firm tone of authority, succinctly proclaiming me as her Bitch. Then ordering me to get down on my knees and go down on her right then and there and eat her juicy pussy once and for all.
God it felt so good just to be dreaming about it.
Then I woke up.
Once I came to my senses I knew this whole thing was crazy, a total kind of pipedream, not seriously for real.
Ella was razzing me. She was letting me know how crudely I’d overstepped my bounds. Her teasing was payback.
I was obviously getting all worked up for nothing.
~~~
Ella's office was a small room. Her ‘L’ shaped desk filled all but a few inches of the width.
Upon entering I stood directly across her desk from her. I set her cup down and was about to walk out.
"Sit,” she said.
I started to sit in a chair but she stopped me.
"Not there," she said. "There." Indicating a spot on the floor on her side of the desk. I sat, leaning back against the wall, facing her as she sat in her chair.
She sipped her coffee and eyed me coolly; then she slowly extended her leg so that her elegantly high-heeled foot was just inches in front of my chest.
"Do the honors,” she said, flexing her heel toward me for emphasis.
My eyes traveled the length of her body. I wanted to kiss every inch of it.
As I removed her shoe she said, "I've been on my feet all day. I could use a good foot rub."
She made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. She could do that. Make things seem the way she wanted them to be.
My insides warmed with excitement as I held her foot. So soft yet firm. So small yet powerful. A perfect blend of strength and grace.
I looked up at her aloofly relaxing with her coffee.
She ruled.
Foot Fetish was never my thing but right now my cock was rock-hard, and throbbing, and about to spew.
If she wants a clit-licking right now, I thought, I'm going to pass out.
"Any odor?" she asked.
"It’s fine," I could barely grunt an answer.
"You can't smell it from there."
She pressed the pad of her foot against my mouth as the mesh of her stocking spread across my nose. My face nestled in the webbing of her stocking toes.
"Now?" she asked.
"Ph-fine,” I answered. I was losing it.
She set her coffee down, leaned back, and asked, "Yes, but how does it taste?"
I groaned under my breath. I actually GROANED. I kissed the bottom of her foot and I think I said, "Fine" again. But I can't be sure.
"That’s not the proper way to taste it. Go on. Lick my sole."
As my mouth opened to obey, she looked me right in the eye, slid down in her chair, and jammed her foot in me. Violating my face.
Her toes wiggled against the back of my throat as my tonsils strained to accept full penetration.
She was a Prima Ballerina standing on point, and that point had me pinned and sprawling on the wall.
I shot my load.
On cue, Barb flung the door open and said, "It's getting busy. You about done with Joe?" Then she saw Ella's foot stuck in my face, and me pinned and twitching; she walked out slamming the door behind her.
Ella withdrew her foot and released me.
"You’d better get back on the phones,” Ella sighed while collecting herself.
I struggled to my feet with my penis still convulsing in my pants.
As I reached the door Ella came up behind me and whispered, "We'll continue our little taste test later."
~~~
The phones kept us busy until lunch break. I’d brought in a sack lunch, brown-bagging it. I hoped everyone else was going out so I could avoid the fall out. I thought about quitting right then; just packing it in. I might have, too, except that the thought of actually going down on Ella, actually eating pussy for that incredibly sexy woman, was so exciting I could hardly stand it. I mean REALLY doing it... not fantasizing... not talking-about-it... but actually getting down on my knees and licking that luscious lady’s excellent bush. I could handle one night of hazing for that. I needed this too much right now.
As much as I tried to hide it, recent life events left me in a state of low-grade depression. Getting back to work, even if it was just temping, was a step in the right direction. I hadn’t really thought about reviving my sex-life. Now my non-existent sex drive was kicking into high gear.
I was never much for one-night stands and another relationship right now was out of the question. I couldn’t handle it. My confidence was shot. If Ella was serious, if she really wanted to use me, this was the perfect solution. If that meant playing her oral bitch, so be it.
I loved eating pussy.
My ex-wife thought oral sex was evil. It hadn’t stopped her from letting me go down on her but she always called me a pervert right afterward (right after she finished licking her juice off my chin). She'd tell me how disgusting of a pig I was for going down on her. Not that I ever stopped doing it. I loved going down.
Now my dumb luck had me set up for an ongoing oral-sex relationship with one of the most amazing women I’d ever laid eyes on. No strings attached. I felt giddy.
~~~
No one went out for lunch except Ella. Barb stayed in her cubicle. The girls and I sat around the break room table gabbing. They all wanted to know if I did it. I couldn't believe the audacity of these women. They thought nothing of it. They just wanted the dirty details.
I suppose their daytime lives required them to be proper citizens. Here they felt informal enough to cut loose and say what was on their minds. It was refreshing, in a way, but it would take some getting used to.
I told them, No, I didn't go down on her.
"Hell, you were in there long enough,” said Molly. "What the hell were you doing then?"
Barb must have not yet said anything. Before she got the chance to tell her version, I came clean... sort of.
"I brought Ella her coffee. She wanted to go over some things with me, you know, about, you know, work. And her feet were tired so I gave her a little foot-rub."
"Oh Yeeaah.” “Right.” “A little foot-rub." They all chided, while smiling and laughing.
"She was just teasing me,” I said. "Trying to make me fidget a little. She heard what you guys said about, um ...you know."
"You mean what you said,” Ashley popped off. "I'll tell you about the 'You Know', Joe. You know you want to go down on her. You know you do. You want to go down on Ella so bad you can taste it. We all heard you say it. It’s as plain as day that you’re dying to get down on your knees and lick her brains out. Don’t blame us for that."
"Come on,” I said. "Joan, Molly and you all egged me on. I knew you could see right through me so I wasn't gonna deny it. And I know having fun at the New Guy’s expense is like a traditional office ritual. But even so, you never should have asked me that. Especially when you knew the Boss was standing right behind me.
“So once she got me in her office, she wanted to have a little fun at my expense. She had a ball seeing how rattled I got from her sexy teasing. At that point I was just rolling with it. Just like with Molly when she first implied that question. I thought I was off the hook when Barb sounded off but Molly wouldn’t let it go. She needed an answer. Just like the rest of you. You all just had to hear me say it."
I was all wound up.
"Damn,” I said. “What’s the big deal? What red-blooded American guy wouldn’t want to go down on Ella? Or any one of you for that matter?“ I was just stating a fact. But I should have kept my mouth shut.
Almost in unison they each sat back in their chairs, silently smiling toward me.
I wanted to crawl in a hole.
"It's been nice working with you,” I said, certain I’d have to quit.
"You're not going ANYwhere, Joe,” said Ashley. "Not after that."
"How the hell can I work here after letting something like that slip. I'd never live it down. Me and my BIG mouth,” I said.
"Don't worry Joe,” Molly said, with a sinister gleam in her eye. "You won't have to work here. You and your big mouth can keep busy under our desks. We'll be glad to pick up your slack on the phones. Right girls?" They were rolling.
Barb stuck her head into the break room, "Back on the phones in two minutes," she barked.
The girls ignored her and she left. Just as quickly she was back, "By the way Joe, would you like me to order you some knee pads?"
Barb had been eavesdropping.
"Don't worry about it," Molly cracked. "Joe was talking about us, not you, you lazy loudmouth pig. Joe ain’t giving you head, no way, no how."
Barb smarted and shot back, "Well, if he's going down on you skanks I wouldn't let him near me, NO WAY NO HOW!"
This was getting ugly. I had to do something before one of the girls took a swipe at Barb.
"That's good,” I said, "Cuz I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole much less my six-inch tongue." The girls roared with derisive laughter as Barb flushed a deep shade of purple and bolted.
And just that quickly I’d once again let my big mouth get me in trouble. I say stupid stuff when I’m flustered.
That’s no excuse but I felt obliged to diffuse the situation and get in a dig at Barb.
The truth is, the thought of kneeling between Barb's long strong thighs excited the heck out of me. I instantly felt terrible about insulting her—that had to be the worst thing I’d ever said to a woman. I knew I’d crossed a line.
But Barb was tough. She’d get over it… I hoped.
~~~
The rest of the shift passed uneventfully. Good-natured ribbing and trash talk floated around but for the most part we kept busy on the phones.
Barb barged around slamming things inside her cubicle. Once in a while she would stalk off across the floor, in her stocking feet, of course, to God-knows-where, only to come stomping back and begin slamming things around again. I got used to that.
I brewed several fresh pots of coffee and faithfully served Ella. Each time Ella had been busy on the phone or with paperwork so I didn't linger. I served her coffee and left.
When it came time to clock-out Barb reminded me to clean the coffee maker and urn before I left.
The girls made a point of stopping by the break room and saying they were glad I was aboard. I assured them I would be back the following evening and told them all good night.
At that point I wasn’t sure if Barb was still there. Suddenly she came stomping in with Ella's empty cup. She was wearing her flats so I knew she was on her way out.
"You forgot this, coffee boy,” she said.
I hadn't forgotten but rather than start an argument I said simply, "Thank you" ignoring her insult.
It came off sounding testy, I guess, or maybe Barb was just spoiling for a fight. She grabbed me by the throat and pinned me against the fridge, "Listen, Dipshit, Ella wants to use you. So, thanks to her, I gotta lay off. But if you ever talk to me again the way you did tonight I'll make you pay, Ella or no Ella, got it?"
"Yes, Barb,” I said. I didn't think I'd have a problem with that. I hadn't meant what I said in the first place. I actually liked Barb. I'd have apologized right then and there but I'm sure, if I had, she'd think it was only because she’d intimidated me.
Barb let go of me.
"You're a lucky little shit," she said. "Ella wants you to give head right now, you little wuss. So get that sorry ass of yours over there and make that tongue of yours useful, all six inches of it." Barb got right in my face, "And it better be good for more than just badmouthing me or you're gonna be toast." Barb was aching for a fight. She needed to get it off her chest so I let it go. I hoped she’d get it out of her system.
I had my mind on Ella.
Barb clocked out and left the building.
I started having second thoughts about Ella. The whole thing seemed so kinky. But I couldn’t stop now. I wanted her to use me. Not the way other older female bosses usually treated their younger male boy-toys. No. This was different. I didn’t know how it was different exactly I just knew that it was. It just was. I trusted Ella.
I shut off the lights in the break room. Out on the floor the hushed glow of computer screens hummed in the darkness.
As I entered Ella’s darkened office she struck a match and lit a small candle on her desk. It gave off the soft scent of jasmine.
"Perfect timing," she said softly.
I couldn't speak. I saw her in the same relaxed pose as when I’d massaged her foot. But she now draped one leg carelessly over the arm of her chair, with her foot dangling, and her thighs wide open. I got down on my hands and knees and crept toward her. She'd removed her stockings and panties and my hand brushed against where they lay in a bunch on the floor.
The thought of the bare silkiness of her legs made me shudder with excitement.
All my petty doubts melted at the sight of her self-satisfied smile as I knelt before her. She crooked her heel behind my neck and pulled me to her. Bathing my face in the silky-soft moss of her sex.
Loosening her leg she slid her heel down my back hanging her knee over my shoulder.
She had me sized up perfectly. Self-assured in her smugness, she took me as her tool. She claimed me as her muff-punk. And I was her willing lick-bitch. My eagerness pleased her. Her approval pleased me more.
Caressing herself with one hand, she placed her free hand on my head prompting the action of my tongue with gently shifting pressure.
I couldn't believe my luck as I awesomely realized I was actually eating her pussy.
My joy knew no bounds.
Cum flooded my pants one last time.
Relieved of my physical lust, I surrendered myself to my conquering Lady free of the petty distraction of my selfish roiling loins.
Deep tones of keenly satisfied desire spread in radiant waves around us. The moans softly sprang from Ella herself yet they were, nonetheless, also mine. They sprang then from both our beings as our beings merged as one. For in this act of prolonged affirmation (abandoned to the utter deliverance of complete surrender) I yielded to her bliss.
I was no more. Only she existed. SHE was the purpose. SHE was the goal. SHE was ALL.
Ella came with a gushing climax, drenching my face, mixing the incredible elixir of her juices with the joyful tears of her adoring Bitch.
The next day was hectic.
A client launched an ad campaign that flooded our 1-800 call line.
We were swamped from the word go. Most callers hung up after being placed on hold or we'd never have gotten a breather.
About 6 o'clock I was finally able to break away to make coffee. Ashley sauntered in just as I scooped coffee into the filter.
Ashley was slightly younger than me at twenty-five, about medium height, super-slim and stacked. Her fashion-sense and body type lent a chameleon-like versatility to her appearance that she used to great effect depending on her mood. She could appear to be an innocent Girl Next Door, a Super-Slutty Porn Star, or a sexy Tomboy, with little effort.
Three days a week she worked a part-time day job as a receptionist for an insurance agency. On these days she could be dressed to kill in heels, black stockings and a tight butt-hugging miniskirt with an half-unbuttoned silk blouse that showed the black lace of her bra (if you could take your eyes off her cleavage).
This was her full-out looking-for-a-raise outfit.
Her legs and ass, though slim, became very shapely as she strutted about in platform heels.
Thankfully she wore this get-up rarely or I would have OD’ed on the testosterone eating away at my brain.
On this day she hadn’t worked her day job. She was dressed casually in running shoes, a loose fitting pair of faded jeans and an over-sized hoodie sweatshirt. She came up behind me with her hands stuffed in her back pockets and rested her chin over my left shoulder.
“Whatcha doin’, Mister?” she asked in the manner of a naive young filly. All innocent and light.
I hummed to myself, savoring the feel of her body on mine.
“Like the smell of coffee, Mister?” she asked, again.
“What I like is the way your front feels against my back,” I answered, adding, “And you sure do smell purty, too.” I was trying to sound innocent myself.
She playfully pushed off my back, using her ample chest, and then turned and bounded onto the counter next to where I stood. She placed her hands under her thighs as she hunched over; the huge sweatshirt billowing outward loosely masking the shape of her body.
There she sat dangling her feet like a knock-kneed college kid hanging out on a park bench.
“Joe, you’re such a flirt, you!” she said with pleased surprise.
“I’m just making conversation is all,” I continued. “This coffee making bein’ such a lonely job, I gotta do sumthin’ to help pass the time.”
“Joe, you’re funny. I like funny guys. I think they’re sexy,” she said, eyes twinkling.
She had me smiling. I won’t lie.
I couldn’t believe a hot chick like Ashley was flirting with me. That was nice. After my session with Ella on the previous night I felt confident enough to just take it in stride and go with it. Ordinarily I’d be a stuttering fool. It was nice. It also showed the depth of Ella’s hold over me. Even in the midst of flirting with Ashley I had Ella on my mind.
Then Barb barged in.
“Ashley, quit goofing around,” she said. “We’re busy again. Get back on the phones.”
I thought Barb sounded more concerned than bossy. But Ashley took offence. She didn’t like it at all. She was ready to tear into Barb and really let her have it. Then she saw Ella pass our open door on her way to her office across the hall.
Ashley left in a huff, glaring at Barb as she brushed past.
Barb started yapping at me. Saying how if I knew what was good for me I'd steer clear of Ashley.
I didn't catch much of what she said. I was deep in thought about Ella.
I got a good look at her as she walked by. Tonight she wore a pair of stiletto heels cut to show cleavage; the sexy little lines between her toes; looking so sophisticated; so hot and stylish.
And no stockings.
She'd had her legs waxed. Her tan skin gleamed. Her shins looked sharp and straight as razors. Slicing the air she moved through. I wanted to get down on the floor like a cat and rub my cheek back and forth against the bare brazen edges of her shins and just stare at that toe cleavage.
My insides were bubbling. I was purring already.
"Hey," Barb rapped me upside my head with a quick flip of her hand to get my attention.
"Are you listening to me? Forget about Ashley," she repeated, still thinking I was mooning over Ashley. "She's married and you belong to Ella now. You're Ella's Boy."
Barb looked sinister but I barely noticed.
"I need to get Ella her coffee,” I said.
"You need to wise up and listen to what I'm saying, that’s what you need to do. If you take up with Ashley, Ella is gonna kick you to the curb. Then---look out---your ass will be up for grabs." Barb pointed a threatening finger at me, "We’ve got a score to settle. You and me are gonna tangle." She backed out of the room still pointing and glaring, "Boy, you better watch your back."
Barb was in constant throw-down mode. I wanted to be her friend but all hope of that vanished when I took sides with the girls. I wished things were different but what could I do?
Barb spooked me a little but Ella had me stoked. I was so freaking hot for another encounter that nothing could ruin my high.
Ella’s hard-edged feminine intensity just blew me away. Her female sense of virility left me helpless against her confident feminine power.
I was lost in her superior female aura.
Maybe it was in contrast to my ex-wife's wishy-washy ideas about sex. The prissy way she always sulked. Never being fully engaged in the act. Forcing me to be the one always in control. Then never being satisfied. Or should I say, never admitting she was satisfied.
Her unresolved sexual turmoil had been extremely stressful.
I loved being under Ella’s control. She took obvious pleasure in using me. That was a tremendous lift to my self-esteem. Becoming a willing tool for her precious climax was its own awesome reward. I couldn’t look at her now without wanting to please her, sexually, submissively, on my knees.
I knew this wasn’t normal but it felt right to me. I wondered if it was a phase I was going through. Like an early onset mid-life crisis.
The thought of Ella possibly wanting to own me as her permanent oral sex-slave thrilled me beyond anything I could imagine. I wanted her to own me, to possess me, to bend me to her will--mind, body, and soul.
Hurriedly, I rushed to Ella's office.
Ella had her phone crooked between her shoulder and ear while looking at computer printouts. She spoke in an efficient clipped tone directing ways to handle the overflow call volume.
She hung up quickly.
“What a fiasco,” she said, and sat up in her chair.
“Sit down, Joe. I need to talk with you a moment. We’ve got some rules we need to go over. The main thing is: Stay away from your co-workers.” She saw my surprise and clarified, “You can pal around with them all you want but no funny stuff. Nothing sexual. I'm the Queen Bee. I get exclusive use of you—no exceptions.”
She paused a brief moment then continued, “I own you. Your coworkers respect that. From here on out, you’re my private slut.”
I sat there without saying a word, overwhelmed with eager amazement.
"This is where you say, 'Yes, Ella.'," she prompted. “Or go back to working the phones with no further sexual contact.”
"Yes, Ella, I’m totally into it,” I told her. I’d have gotten “Property of Ella” tattooed on my ass if she’d wanted me to.
“Good,” she said. “Now that that's settled…"
She stepped out from behind her desk and walked over to me.
She planted her left foot firmly on the right arm of the sturdy wooden chair I sat in. My cock hardened at the up-close sight of it, in all its high-heeled grandeur.
The hem of her short skirt shifted up to her hip as her knee rose above the height of her tight, trim waistline; displaying her supple, sensuous, thigh.
She wore no panties.
Her succulent glistening slit poised lusciously in front of my face, where it beckoned to be licked, kindling my submissive need to bow down before its supreme glory.
“It’s been a hectic day,” she stated, plainly. ”Relieve some tension for me, Joe.”
“Yes,” I answered, voice trembling with anticipation.
“Get on your knees,” she stated. “That’s right. DOWN. Kneel Bitch. That's good. Now lick. Yes. There, that’s it. Oh, yes, that’s better. Lick harder. There. Right there. Ahh.”
She held my face tight against her steaming sex, slowly driving her sweet crease into me as I licked at her wet folds.
My mind teetered on the brink of ruin as I cupped her incredible ass in my hands and drank-in the sweetness of her slick juices.
My lips found their mark as she held her fingers in an inverted “V” above her slit, exposing her clit, “Oh yes. There, that’s it. Yes, kiss it. Kiss my clit. Yes. Suck it between your teeth, now. Gently! There that’s better. You’re learning fast. I’ll make a first class bitch of you yet, Joe,” she hissed.
Just then Barb walked in. She immediately turned to leave.
“Barb,” Ella called out, ”Don’t barge in unless - (keep licking, Joe) - unless it’s extremely urgent. (Oh, yes) …or you’re prepared to see Joe behaving like a cheap slut. (Oh, that feels so good.) I’d share him with you but I can’t. I’m too selfish. He is my bitch, after all. (Oh, that’s good, Joe.) But feel free to stay and watch if you’d like.“
Barb turned and left.
I was both humiliated and exhilarated at the same time.
Caught eating boss-pussy like a simple-minded sex-slave excited the hell out of me. I was forbidden to stop--which further excited me. I obeyed my Boss-lady Ella’s humiliating orders, in front of my scornful coworker, and that, too, excited me.
The full weight of what it means to be a rock bottom Boss Bitch for Ella came crashing down on me and the exquisitely cringe-inducing impact shot sparks through me.
Over and above the pure pleasure of going down on Ella I was enthralled by the soul-crushing self-loathing drama it contained. With Barb as my witness my oral servitude became a staged piece whose conscious awareness brought the full-force nature of my demeaning submissive actions to real life.
Ella’s theatrical directions to continue going down on her, in Barb’s presence, when common decency dictated that I should stop and display my shame, drove my depths of degradation to new levels. She made of me a spectacle of pure shame, forcing me to wallow in it, and I thrived in her thrall.
My humiliation served to honor Ella.
I licked with renewed vigor.
Ella’s pussy instantly tasted better than it had just a moment before.
I saw myself through Barb’s eyes: I was a groveling husk of a male. Barb viewed me as worthless, I’m sure, but it galled her to know that Ella loved my tonguing. Barb despised me as human refuse, utter garbage. But it irked her to know that Ella valued me more and more with each filthy command I obeyed.
I was a kneeling coward, for sure, unwilling to get up and stand like a man. Yeah, right. As if I would rather pretend to save face than to have my face buried deep in Ella’s bush.
It was no contest. Who am I to even attempt to pretend otherwise? Without question, I was her Bitch plain and simple, thrilled to be used howsoever Ella condescended to use me, put to whatever perverted act she chose for me to perform, without any lame excuse for the joy she inspired in my slutty submissive behavior.
I buried my face in Ella’s wet sex and reveled in the awesome wonder of her absolute control over me.
Her final violent gush seemed to heave every last lick of juice her pussy had to offer.
She sighed as I held her in place, my hands cradling her ass cheeks, while she eased onto my mouth and let me have at the last of her sopping wetness.
After I finished, Ella wiped herself on my shirtsleeve and went to her desk and sat. I slumped forward on all fours, my face steeped in the sweet stink of her erotic secretions.
“Get up, Joe. You’ve wasted enough time, Bitch. Wipe your face with your clean sleeve then get your bitch-ass back on the phones.”
"Shouldn’t I wash my face first?"
“No, certainly not,” she commanded. “Think of me as your new cologne. I own you. You should be proud to flaunt your owner’s scent. Isn’t that right, Bitch?”
I looked up at her from where I lingered, kneeling, and I realized she was perfectly right.
“Yes, of course, Ella,” I proudly smiled, “you’re absolutely correct.
The girls were turned-on by my new cologne.
Ashley pecked my cheek for a taste when we were alone and whispered, “O my god, you’re such a fucking slut!”
She seemed to admire my lack of guile.
My work-life settled into place after that.
By Thursday we were back to our usual slow pace with few calls and lots of time on our hands.
The girls and I sat around talking between calls.
Joan asked me if Ella mentioned anything about our Saturday schedule, “We’re all supposed to work Saturdays from 8am till noon to fill our forty-hour schedule,” Joan said. "That's according to our temp agency, but Ella lets us slide."
“You guys are temps, too?” I asked.
“Yeah,” said Ashley. “We’re all temps. Ella’s the only one in the office that actually gets paid by Acme Telemarketing. The rest of us our paid through ‘Chumps aRe Us’.”
"I'm with ‘Losers 4 Hire’," I told them.
Joan said, “These weekday shifts are supposed to be seven hours with a paid coffee break and an hour unpaid lunch. It’s crazy.”
“This is news to me,” I said. My agency gave me a paid lunch and no Saturdays but I didn’t say anything. At this point I thought maybe I’d got things mixed up.
”Ella says spreading forty hours over six days is ridiculous, so she takes care of us,” Molly said. "She's always here on Saturdays so she clocks us in."
“Yeah,” said Ashley. “It is so cool working for Ella. She rocks. She looks out for us.”
“Well, I’m sure Ella’ll take care of you too, Joe,” said Joan.
Molly and Ashley started laughing and Joan turned red.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant “take care” of Joe like she takes care of us. By punching him in on the time-clock,” Joan said. And added, looking at Molly and Ashley, “That’s all I said. You two are terrible.”
“Well if Joe's doing his job like a good little bitch I guess she ought to take care of him,” Molly said. “I know I would. I’d let him use my thighs as earmuffs to keep warm on cold nights.”
“Gee thanks, Molly,” I said, passing it off with humor. We all laughed.
I was relieved. This was the first open mention of me being Ella’s sex slave. Obviously they thought nothing of it.
Ashley started telling about another example of Ella being a great boss.
“Remember that night that dork from accounting or corporate, or whatever, came in?” she asked around.
“Oh,” said Molly. “And you were in your Boobs Ahoy™ uniform?---”(Boobs Ahoy™ is a nautical-themed sports bar and grill with big busted waitresses in tight V-neck T-shirts and short shorts.)
“Whoa!” I said to Ashley. “You worked at Boobs Ahoy™?”
“Molly is so full of shit. I had on shorts and a T-shirt. It was hot up here. It was summer,” Ashley said.
“Joan, help me out here. Was she, or was she not, looking like she’d fit right in at Boobs?” Molly wanted to know.
“I don’t know if it was that bad but I couldn’t get away with wearing an outfit like that. Not with my body,” Joan told her.
“Oh it was that bad,” Molly began again.
Ashley jumped up, “Well Molly maybe if you dressed a little more like that your old man would give it up and you wouldn’t be so crabby all the time.” She was angry a little bit.
“What the hell has that got to do with anything?” Molly asked.
For the first time all night Vicki said something, “You guys... Joe doesn’t want to hear this stuff.” She was being thoughtful of me.
“He’ll live,” said Molly.
Then to Ashley, “You’ve got some nerve calling me crabby when you’re the moodiest person around this place. What, in-gods-name, does me being crabby have to do with you dressing like a--whatever!”
“I like to surprise Mr. Ed once in a while. You know, give him a thrill. So I wear something sexy once in a while. Gets him horny,” Ashley said. “So sue me.”
“Wait a second. Who’s Mr. Ed?” I asked.
“Her husband’s name is Ed,” Joan told me. “She calls him Mr. Ed because he’s big enough to eat hay. Like the horse on TV. See?”
“You mean because his cock is big enough to eat hay,” Molly offered.
Things got heated. Ashley didn’t like the way Molly said that. Vicki didn’t like them talking explicitly in front of me. Molly was still upset about Ashley calling her crabby. Joan just sat there waiting for the storm to pass and I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Hey! You guys break it up!” Barb yelled as she came thumping out of her cubicle. “Just settle down. It’s bad enough you don’t study the manual in your free time but jeez can’t you keep it civilized?”
For once the girls, even Molly and Ashley, were glad of Barb’s interruption. Even so, they still grumbled about her as she went back to her cube. They just didn’t like her.
“Ashley, you’re the one who always brags about how well-hung Ed is,” said Molly, in a softer voice. “I like Ed. He’s a great guy. I didn’t mean to insult him.”
“I guess I shouldn’t have called you crabby either,” said Ashley. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s all right,” Molly told her.
“Y’know that whole big dick thing is–like--way over-rated,” Ashley said.
“Whew! I’m glad to hear that,” I said. It got a good laugh.
“Well... maybe not way over-rated but a little,” said Ashley. “I mean if you can make a fist around it, and still have enough meat leftover to deep throat, anything more than that is a waste.”
“Anything more than that! ...” I said. “How much more than that could there be?”
“Oh, there be plenty. Right Ashley?” Molly said.
Ashley made a fist and held it up, “About this much more. I can almost wrap both hands around it and still do deep throat on him.”
“Damn,” I said marveling at the thought of having a Johnson like that.
“Poor Ashley, she doesn’t know what to do with the extra inches,” Molly said, then added, “Ed can give them to me if you want.”
Everyone chuckled.
“Well it’s not just that,” Ashley continued, “He can pass out.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“If I get him excited too quickly. Or too much,” Ashley said, “So much blood rushes to his cock that his cardio pressure drops and he can faint. It’s a problem. Especially if I’m on my knees giving head. He might fall on me.”
“Jeez. Has that ever happened?” asked Joan.
“No,” Ashley said. ”But almost.”
“That is amazing,” I said.
There was a small silence.
“What was I starting to say...?” asked Ashley.
“You mentioned something about an accountant dork,” I reminded her.
“Yeah. So this Dork is snooping around. Supposedly, I guess, making a performance check?... I don’t actually know why he was here to be honest. Anyway, he was standing over my shoulder while I was on a call, just staring at my boobs,” she said.
“I don’t really care if someone looks, you know, fine, knock yourself out. But for one thing, it’s rude to stare. For another, this guy, this Dork!, is trying to act so cool. Like, as if, he’s really looking at my computer screen or something.
“So he was pissing me off. I mean he was standing super-close behind me. Leaning over and looking down my top. Ask these guys.” She motioned around the room.
“So to get him off my back I went like this...” Ashley lifted both her arms above her head, like she was going to yawn, and arched backwards over her chair-back straight behind her. Her tits burst tight against the fabric of her top as she did this, threatening to bust loose completely. From where I sat across from her it looked like she was launching a couple rockets off her chest.
My view was impressive. I can imagine what kind of eyeful this Dork got that night.
“Her tits were about to flop out of her top and onto the floor,” said Molly.
“Yeah. So this guy he had to actually jump back to get out of my way and, I mean, he really got something to look at,” Ashley said. “Served him right.”
“So what’s the problem?” I said. “You must have made his day.”
“Oh no,” Joan said. “He became so flustered that we started laughing at him. It was hilarious. He looked like a cartoon clown. He went and hid somewhere until Ella came in.”
“This is the cool part,” said Ashley “This Dork started yelling at Ella. Actually yelling. Demanding that all sorts of actions to be taken against me and stuff. Ella wouldn’t hear any of it. I mean I thought, maybe, she might be mad at me. There is supposed to be a dress code. But she wasn’t taking any guff.”
Joan said, “Ella told him, ’This is MY office and these are MY people. My name is Ella Major. Write that down. I don’t want any excuses. If you or anyone else from corporate ever comes back lurking around MY office without phoning in advance to get MY permission you will have a MAJOR problem to deal with,’ that guy was so scared... it was really funny.
“From then on whenever someone with even a legitimate reason stopped by, like a maintenance guy dropping off supplies, they’d get all extremely apologetic and start falling all over themselves saying, “I’m really sorry to walk in here like this.”
“She had the entire Main Office scared shitless,” said Molly.
“The coolest thing though,” said Ashley. “Ella just walked to her office when she was through ripping this guy. She never said a word to any of us about it. It was as if nothing happened. She didn’t care that we played this guy. Tough luck, y’know. The Dork shouldn’t have been where he didn’t belong. That was it.”
“Wow, that is cool,” I agreed.
~~~
I made the second pot of coffee of the night just before lunch. Vicki wandered in while the others were busy.
She seemed to have something on her mind.
“How’s it going tonight, girl?” I asked.
“Fine,” she answered. “Joe, does it bother you the way we–I mean they--talk out there?”
“Not really. Guys talk a lot worse than that,” I told her. “It’s kind of weird hearing women talk about their sex lives and stuff but it doesn’t really bother me.
“That’s good,” Vicki said.
“It bothers you that other people might be uncomfortable, doesn’t it?” I asked.
“Yeah. A little.”
“Well, don’t worry about me, I’m all right,” I said. Changing the subject: “I guess you’re glad you don’t have coffee-making duty anymore, hey?”
She looked uneasy.
“I never made coffee, Joe,” she said.
“That’s right. You’re not a coffee drinker, are you? I guess it wouldn't be fair to put a non-coffee-drinker on coffee duty, even if you were the newbie,” I said.
“That’s not it,” Vicki said. “Nobody had coffee duty. Barb usually did it.”
“No kidding. How’d she get stuck with it?”
“The same way she gets stuck doing everything around here,” she said. “Nobody else wants to do anything so she steps up and gets it done.”
“Really?’
“Yeah. The other girls---I like them, they’re nice---but when they say things like Barb’s not working the phones and stuff like that, well, it isn’t true. She does more work than anybody around here. Except for maybe Ella.”
“Wow.”
“I wish they would all try to get along. I’d like to help Barb but I feel funny. I don’t want the girls not to like me and Barb really doesn’t make it easy either. You know what I mean?” Vicki asked.
“I know.”
The girls were getting ready for lunch and we could hear them leaving their desks.
“Joe?” Vicki asked hurriedly. “If I needed to talk to you about something, could I talk to you?” She looked a little worried, “Even about sex?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Sure. Anytime.”
"Even if I wanted you to---?" The girls came walking in so Vicki never finished her thought.
It could wait. I was sure it was nothing big.
~~~
I went to check on Ella before I went to lunch.
“Have the girls said anything about working Saturdays?” she asked.
I told her what they’d said.
“That’s right. Saturday was originally set up for filing reports and doing paperwork, but all of that can be done during the week. Backing up the database is the only thing that really needs to be done on Saturday so I’ve been doing it. It doesn't take long,” she said.
“But your hours are different, no Saturdays, just eight hours a day including a paid lunch,” she said.
“That’s what I thought,” I said.
“You didn’t say anything definite about your temp agreement, did you?” she asked.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you are being paid more than the others for less actual office hours,” Ella said. “When I found out, I tried to get their agency to give them more money, but it was no-go.”
She paused.
“So-oo... I was trying to decide how best to handle this,” she said. "I don’t want my people getting upset if I can help it but I have to say I wouldn’t blame them too much in this situation.”
“What are you thinking? Do you want me to quit?” I volunteered.
“No. No way, Joe. And I’m not just saying that because you’re my Bitch.” It sounded so natural to hear her say it like that.
A week earlier such a reference would have filled me with self-contempt. And it still did, but in a good way, I now felt a warm glow of pride stir within me. Similar to what a young bride must feel hearing herself called by her married name for the first time in casual conversation. It felt so right. Except I wasn’t a proud bride, I was a proud Bitch.
“What I have in mind is to just tell them the truth," she said. "Say that in the interest of fairness you volunteered to come in for free on Saturdays to make up for it."
Having several hours alone with Ella once a week seemed like a dream come true.
“Sounds fair to me,” I said.
“Well it’s still unfair,” she said. “It’s disrespectful to women. It’s another blatant case of a male being paid more money for the same work. The girls will probably say it’s not necessary, but--believe me--it would bother them otherwise. Still... it may have worked out for the best.”
“How’s that?” I asked.
“I wanted you here with me on Saturdays," she said. "I need to have some alone time with you on the company clock to insure you are properly trained to my personal standards. I’m determined to shape you into the kind of Bitch I truly deserve. If you were paid the same as the others, and I made you come in when they didn’t, they may have resented me a little. They do like you, Joe. This way they’ll have nothing to complain about.”
“Thank you, Ella,” I said, gratefully.
“So, just to be clear, you are totally onboard with everything I’m saying, is that correct?”
"Yes," I beamed.
“Remember, I'm doing all of this for you,” Ella said. “You put yourself in play. You wanted it. From the first moment you saw me--admit it--the need was in you."
"Yes," I quivered with delight just thinking about it.
“I’ve taken you on as a charity case,” Ella explained. “I’m granting a personal kindness by offering you an outlet to indulge your submissive kink. Don’t think for one single moment that I need you in the least. I do not.”
“I apologize,” I said, without really knowing why.
“That being the case I will use you as I see fit. You may feel abused at times but that is never my intention. It simply stems from the fact that I know your needs better than you. I will, therefore, exploit your kink to our mutual benefit. I will exploit you, Bitch, understand? You will comfort me in ways that will thrill your innards.
“You’re a rare decent male, Joe. One who appreciates that his rightful place is to grovel at the feet of all women. But I am not just any woman, Joe.” She paused. “I am feminine excellence."
“I understand,” I said.
”It would be fitting for you to submit to your female coworkers. But I can’t allow it. You are My Bitch not the office bitch. I must demand that the others respect my boundaries, not for my sake, but for the sake of order.
“When workers forget their place, they forget to respect their leaders, and they suffer for it. If these women think they can use my Bitch as their own personal slut it confuses things,” she said. ”We need to prevent that from happening.”
“Yes, Ella, I understand,” I said.
“Joe, come over here and kneel. I enjoy having my Bitch kneel before me like an obedient slave. Come, kneel Bitch.”
I knelt before my high-heeled Highness.
She stood casually fingering her clit under her skirt, saying, “Relax. Enjoy the sight of me... enjoy the scent of me... enjoy the taste.”
She held out her hand, palm facing me, her saturated middle finger inclined toward my lips invitingly.
I put my tongue to her juicy finger as I closed my eyes and licked the tang of her heavenly juice.
“Let’s try that again, Bitch,” she firmly instructed.
Again she offered me her juicy essence.
She deliberately held her hand where I needed to stretch my tongue to make contact with her wet finger.
I stretched my tongue and closed my eyes...
“No, Bitch, look at me.”
I looked at my champion ruler.
The quiet power of her eyes subdued my emotions and molded me to her will.
As I strained my tongue to lick the flavors she offered I felt my vital organs twitch with the faint stirrings of pre-orgasm as I looked adoringly her way.
Her regal bearing strengthened my desire to serve her. Her condescending gaze enthralled me. I found a greater sense of fulfillment kneeling at Ella’s feet than I had ever felt at any time before in my life.
“Thank you, Ella,” I said as she withdrew her finger.
I bowed down before her; grateful to be the boss’s Bitch of a woman who was as gracious as she was gorgeous.
“Okay, Joe,” Ella said. “That’s enough play-time for now. You’re primed for our after-hours session. You can go to lunch now, Bitch.”
The terse certainty of her voice warmed my belly with the mild humiliation a bitch learns to cultivate in his heart. I felt blessed to be hers.
Without pomp or ceremony she made it clear that she was all Boss and I was all Bitch.
I’d been there about a month when Joan approached me alone in the hall for a moment.
“Vicki has a favor to ask,” she said. "I'll call you at home about it."
It didn’t surprise me that Joan would be the one to help Vicki. Joan had a Mother Hen quality about her. She’s the one that took me under her wing and showed me around the place.
“Vicki has a problem,” Joan said when she called. “Her new boyfriend has been asking for a blow job and Vicki really likes this guy---he goes down on her---so she would like to reciprocate but she’s self conscious. Can you help us out?”
Boy, this was taking the role of Mother Hen a bit far I thought.
“I’m a little confused here, Joan,” I said. “How would I help and who exactly would I be helping?”
“Vicki. She asked me for advice on giving head and I told her maybe you would volunteer to be our ...”
“Lab rat?” I finished her thought for her.
“I was going to say “Practice Dummy”. You know, Joe. I don’t mean to brag but I do give good head,” Joan bragged.
“Joan, if Ella finds out she’ll kill me,” I said.
“Ella won’t know,” Joan said. “None of them will. Vicki’s a little embarrassed, she doesn’t want anyone to know, and I’m not saying anything.”
“I dunno, Joan, secrets have a way of leaking out,” I countered.
“I doubt that Ella would care,” she said. “Seriously. You’re not a romantic couple, or anything like that, you’re her Bitch. She’s using you like a sex toy. Besides, it’s not like you’ll be going down on Vicki and me--even though you said you would, remember? All we need is a warm male body, so be a good sport, stand still while Vicki practices her BJ skills. That’s not taking anything away from Ella, is it?”
“Not when you put it that way, I guess,” I said. “But you’re married. What if your husband finds out?”
“He agreed to let us use the house Saturday night,” said Joan. “The kids‘ll be gone and he’ll be bowling.”
“What?” I gasped. “Your husband doesn’t care that you’ll be giving another guy head? In his own house?”
“We have a secure relationship,” Joan said. “It’d be different if I was actually going to bed with a guy. Anyway, I’m technically just supposed to be an advisor, but I’m sure I’ll get a few licks in just to show her the ropes. Paul thinks you’re a little fruity anyway. He’s not jealous.”
“Fruity?” I repeated.
“Well, he knows about you and Ella and he thinks no normal guy would ever submit to such a thing, not even getting laid but just going down on the Boss like a common whore. He thinks that’s, sick, twisted, stuff.
”He’s real old-fashioned; very traditional. Like he’ll go down on me on my birthday, if I nag enough about it, but he’d never let me be on top in bed ever. Anyway, he said it sounds like you’re a “lesbo” trapped in a man’s body.”
“Oh, great!” I said. “Just how many people out there know about my sex life anyway?”
“Not many,” Joan said. “But my mailman wants a date. He’s bisexual.”
I was speechless.
“Just kidding, Joe,” she said. “I don’t understand what you’re concerned about. Paul doesn’t know what you look like. He doesn’t even know your last name. And he wouldn’t bad-mouth you to anyone if he did. You have to expect that spouses know basic office gossip.”
“Oh, all right,” I said, giving in finally. The way Joan put it I’d hardly be more than an impartial observer.
“I knew you‘d do it, Joe. You’re a nice guy,” Joan said. “Vicki is going to be so relieved. We won’t mention about it at work. Just show up at my house at 8 PM Saturday.”
~~~
“Come on in, Joe,” said Joan when I arrived Saturday night. “Vicki’s down in the basement, we’ve got it set up like a rec room down there, would you like a beer?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll bring one right down. Go say “Hi” to Vicki and make yourself at home,” Joan said.
There, on the nice big sofa, in front of the nice big entertainment center, in the middle of the nice big basement, sat Vicki. She looked as though she was about to be swallowed up as she sunk into the stuffed cushions of the couch.
“Hi, Joe,” she said in a small voice.
“Hi, yourself, girl,” I replied.
“I really appreciate you doing this, Joe. I didn’t want to say anything at work, but really I do,” Vicki said.
“The pleasure is all mine. Just relax and have some fun,” I said. “I know I will.”
I sat on the sofa next to her and put my arm around her for a hug and gave her a light kiss on the forehead hoping to break the ice a little. She was a bit tense.
“Here’s your beer, Joe,” Joan said as she entered the basement. She flipped on some music.
“Well, are we about ready?” Joan asked.
She told me to stand up. I was going to put down my beer and undo my pants but Joan stopped me.
“Let Vicki do that. Drink your beer, Joe. Relax,” she said.
Vicki got on her knees in front of me and, fumbling, undid my belt and pants.
“Good. The main thing is just relax, Vick,” Joan said. “You’re doing fine.”
Joan took over to start things off. She showed Vicki how to work a cock before it was really hard. Sliding her warm tongue over my growing penis. It felt good.
“See Vicki,” she said. ”It’s not like there are any secret moves. If Joe was bigger I may have taken him into my mouth and went to work bobbing on him right away. Most guys you meet will be bigger than this. There aren't many this small, actually. So you'll usually have more options. You’ll have a lot more cock to work with. The point is there is no set way of doing it. Just go with it.”
I knew I was no great shakes in the size department. Joan was just helping Vicki understand. She knew I wouldn't be offended.
"Joe's got a real tweezer dick. That's what we girls call 'em. You need to use your thumb and forefinger like a set of tweezers to hold on to it. There's not enough room to make a fist around it. There'd be nothing left to suck. At least this gives you something to look forward to. You will most likely never see a penis this small again," Joan was laying it on thick. She probably wanted to put Vicki at ease by critiquing me rather than Vicki.
Joan watched Vicki bob on me for a few minutes, using her patented tweezer technique.
“All right,” said Joan. “Looks good. I’ll leave you on your own for a couple minutes while I get myself a beer. You ready for another one yet, Joe?”
“I’m good.”
“I’ll bet you are.”
A few minutes later Joan returned beer in hand. She had changed into a man’s big flannel shirt, which she left unbuttoned, with nothing underneath but panties. I must admit she looked awfully sexy in this skimpy wardrobe. She had nice legs. Long and thin. She set the beer down and knelt beside Vicki.
“It looks like Miss Vicki has everything well in hand, hey Joe?” Joan said.
“And mouth,” Vicki quickly mumbled, with my cock still in her mouth.
We chuckled at her joke.
“She won’t say two words all night but stick a dick in her mouth and she’s a regular comedian,” Joan observed.
We laughed lightly.
“Are you ready to get off?” Joan asked me.
I hummed an affirmative “HMmm” in reply.
“The main thing here, Vicki, is whether or not to let him cum in your mouth or shoot it in your face. And, if he cums in your mouth, whether or not to swallow,” Joan said. “If you think you’re comfortable with it most guys would like you to swallow.”
Vicki wanted to try swallowing, much to my delight.
“Okay,” Joan said. “Keep doing like you are except quicker. It helps to speed up a little at the end. Good.”
I soon came with a furious spasm, just as Vicki had her mouth at the deepest bob. Cum shot to the back of her throat, gagging her. She pulled my cock out on reflex as a jerking spasm whipped a string of sperm out the end of my rod in a line that landed across the side of Vicki’s face from her chin to the top of her ear. Joan took over and milked my cock into her own mouth until I was dry and swallowed it down.
“You okay, Vicki honey?” Joan asked as Vicki stopped coughing. Then brushing Vicki’s hair away from the side of her face she ran her finger to mop up the cum and offered it to Vicki.
“I’m all right,” Vicki said as she took Joan’s finger into her mouth savoring the taste of my cum.
“Thanks,” she said. “I was gagging so hard I didn’t get a good taste. I just swallowed it straight down.”
We settled back on the sofa and relaxed, all agreeing that Vicki’s first blowjob was a great success. I sipped my beer and felt a little ashamed of myself.
In the back of my mind I thought that Joan may have had an ulterior motive for putting this thing together. I waited vaguely for her to spring a trap but she really was just a helpful Mother Hen type.
I felt like a heel.
Then Joan stood up and dropped her panties.
My hunch had been right.
“Well, Joe, I made you happy. I played your cock-licking bitch. Now it’s your turn. Get ready to make me happy,” Joan leaned back on the sofa and spread her thighs wide, “Get on your knees, Joe. You’re my Bitch now.”
This was cold. This was cruel. But what could I say? If I threw it back on Joan that this whole thing had been her idea and I really hadn’t wanted any part of it, it would be traumatic to Vicki’s confidence. It’d crush her self-esteem.
I had no choice but to obey my calculating new master.
I got down on my knees and groveled in front of Joan like a total Bitch. I timidly eased my face into her wet warm pussy, and tentatively began licking.
I was her Bitch! I couldn’t believe it. Joan made me her Bitch! She took total control and turned me out like a pimp treats his whore and played me for her Bitch. It was unbelievable.
I told myself ahead of time that I wouldn’t let this happen. I should’ve walked out. At least then I could’ve kept my self-respect knowing that I remained true to Ella. I lived to be Ella's boy. She owned me.
Now I was trapped.
I knelt at Joan’s lap licking her hairy slit. Eating her stinking pussy. Obeying her jeering commands. I was a disgrace to my calling. I was a lowdown cheating slut of a boss-bitch.
Vicki moved to the far end of the couch. Far from being uncomfortable, she fingered herself while leaning against the arm of the sofa facing us.
“Slow down, Joe. Not so fast,” Joan commanded. “You’re my Bitch now, remember? I mean to enjoy every moment of this so you better just take your time and do as I say, you fucking lowlife Slut.”
Joan invoked total dominant control over me.
There was no use fighting it. I knew what I had to do and I did it. I went down on her like a good Bitch should. I submitted to Joan totally. Exactly as though she owned me. Here---now-- I was hers. My World began and ended in the space between Joan’s contemptuous thighs.
Joan called me her Bitch, her Whore, her Slut. She demanded to be licked just so, thrusting her hips into my face when I flubbed her order. Demanding that I hold my tongue precisely in place as she pumped herself against it. Punking my face. Utterly demeaning me as a human being.
She forced me to say I loved being treated this way by her. She made me tell her how wonderful she tasted; how lucky I was to be used by her. She treated me in ways she could never treat her husband. She made me say and do things her husband never would.
I told her what she wanted to hear, just to be nice, (I think she fantasized that I was her husband) but I was really feeling awkward and stressed. Joan had always been kind to me so I cut her some slack. She was caught up in the heat of the moment, I know, but some of the names she called me, and the things she forced me to say and do, came close to the point of truly being insulting.
Just when Joan finally pushed things too far, threatening to whip my sissy ass and forcing me to say how I’d love to be tied-up, and punished---she came. With a force that surprised me, she had a truly earth shattering orgasm.
Though my efforts were distracted, at best, she could not have been more satisfied. Her domineering rant had had a liberating effect on her. She was floating on air.
Vicki excused herself to finish masturbating in the bathroom.
Joan looked at me with tears in her eyes. “You have no idea, Joe,” she said. “That was the best anyone has gone down on me in at least ten years. Maybe ever.”
She kissed my cheek and held me close for a moment.
“Thank you so much, Joe. I really mean it,” Joan said. ”Thank you. Thank you so much. You really are a wonderful guy.”
I was thrown for a loop. I couldn’t be angry with her. I felt like a heel again. Joan was human. She couldn’t help herself from taking advantage of a perfect setup like this.
~~~
Joan didn’t feel up to driving Vicki home so I volunteered.
She lived about twenty minutes away in the upscale part of town. It was a nice drive and it gave us a chance to talk.
“That was quite a night eh, Vicki?” I asked.
“I really enjoyed it, Joe,” she said. "And that was so sweet of you to go down on Joan and let her abuse you like that, know what I mean? You got violated. I’m proud of you.”
“Why is that?” I asked.
“Because I know you really didn’t want to. I could tell.”
“Was I that obvious?” I said.
“Not to Joan, I don’t think. Whether you wanted to or not didn't matter. She wasn’t paying attention to how you felt about it anyway--know what I mean? You were just there to be used. She dominated. I've never seen her look so beautiful. She looked so hot. She glowed. I'll bet she felt incredibly powerful inside. As soon as she forced you into being her bitch she started glowing. That was cool. She really got into it. She brought out the bitch in you, big time. You SO got played. She cracked the whip and you reacted like a trained animal. You were terrific, Joe."
"Thanks."
We drove on.
“Joe, how did you end up working at Acme?”
“Well I had my own online business for a while, but that went bust,” I told her. “I’m trying to put together another start-up right now. Acme Telemarketing covers my bills.”
“But how did you end up here specifically?” she wanted to know. “Do you like working the phones?”
“Yeah. I did work like this before. I liked it a lot. You can get a feel for what’s going on with the general economy and so forth, from the feedback you get on the phones. I figured it’s a good way to gauge the climate for starting another business.”
“I like you, Joe,” she said for no reason.
The conversation lapsed a few seconds.
“Back when I worked phones for another company,” I said, “we had a
project that I really liked. A production company had a direct-to-video release
that they needed to market without mass advertising. I'm a movie buff. So I
made up my own spiel using a lot of
“That’s pretty cool, Joe,” she said as we pulled up in front of her Aunt’s house where she stayed.
“You know, I’m kind of a movie buff myself,” she told me. “Mainly because I’m an actor.”
“I didn’t know that,” I said. “But I can totally see it. I’ll bet you’re good. It’s funny nobody at work ever mentioned it to me.”
“Nobody at work knows. You’re one of the very few people I’ve told,” she said.
I sat back and looked at her.
“You really like movies, Joe? What’s your favorite?” she asked.
I named an old French New Wave classic.
“I love that movie!” she said. “We deconstructed it in class a while ago. It’s fantastic.”
“Wow,“ I said.
“Yeah,” Vicki said. “What a coincidence. Joe, one reason I like you, I mean deep down, is because you’re the first person who knows about me being an actor that hasn’t got right in my face and questioned my ‘cred’. Everyone wants to know right away what professional stuff I’ve done. Or asked for proof of my ability somehow. I told you I’m an actor and you took me at my word. That is good enough for you. You accepted it---no questions asked—I said I’m an actor and you get it: I’m an actor.”
“The others are probably just curious,” I said.
“It’s not like that,” she countered. “It’s like they’re rudely calling me out, you know what I mean? Like calling “Bullshit” on my dreams. Other people aren’t as accepting as you, Joe. You believe in me.”
“Yes,” I said. “I really do.”
“That means a lot,” she told me. “I haven’t been in anything more than amateur productions right now. But I am an actor. I’ve known it for a long time. Whether I get famous or not--you know, who knows? But dammit I am a damn good actor and I’ll be successful--at least on my own terms—I know it.”
I was impressed.
“You know that stuff about my boyfriend wanting head?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I just thought I needed some experience. To help my acting. We do these workshops and some are pretty intense. It’s like you explore places mentally in the mind, you know? And I can just tell that I need background material, some experience, for my craft.
“I mean I know it’s acting. I should be able to mentally go to places without actually having been there myself. And I can, I can do that. But for me sex is like this whole huge space that is just blank. There is nothing there for me to reference--you know what I mean?
“People poke fun at me, and I know it’s all friendly, but I really am pathologically shy. And it’s held me back. Because, sure there were guys I could’ve let hump me just for the hell of it, but I’m shy, not desperate. I need a connection, a real emotional connection before I could let someone---you know---be with me. I don’t know why I’m going on like this to you, Joe. But thanks for listening.”
The implication of what she shared hit me hard. I was honored. I didn’t know what to say so I just told her I enjoyed being with her and we sat quietly for a moment.
“Joe what’s it like playing the bitch?” she asked, innocently.
“That’s strange. Before Ella I didn’t know that I was capable of such a thing. I didn't think I had it in me. With her it feels so natural. I actually love it when she calls me her Bitch,” I told her.
“That’s nice,” Vicki said.
“That scene with Joan was weird,” I said. “It didn’t feel right. But I didn’t want to disrupt things after the night had gone so well.”
“I know what you mean,” Vicki said.
“Now I’m glad I did it,” I said. “She seemed so desperate.”
“You’re a good guy, Joe,” she said. “You know, I’m so mousy that most people probably think I’d make a good bitch. A submissive bitch like you--know what I mean? Letting yourself be humiliated and degraded for someone else to get her sexual kicks. Letting that person use you for her own selfish pleasure without any consideration for your feelings and without any trace of respect for you as an actual human being.
“I think you need a lot of self-confidence to be the kind of bitch you are, Joe. Know what I mean? You’re such a complete tool. You become this spineless nobody that gets sexually objectified and used and abused and degraded beyond all recognition as a normal person. It was fucking awesome to watch.
“Joan’s sexual needs took priority over whatever downer vibes you had. She couldn’t have cared less about your hurt feelings. She shredded the hell out of your self-respect, Joe. It was amazing to watch. She destroyed your right to call yourself a man and you never flinched. You knelt there and took it. You seemed so sure of yourself, Joe.”
“I dunno,” I said. But I think she was right. I felt sure of myself in that role.
“It would be easier for me to play the opposite part in that situation--you know what I mean? I’m probably too timid to pull it off entirely but at least if I’m being Dominant I’m not risking anything that could actually bring permanent psychological damage,” she said. “At least that’s what I think.”
“I suppose that’s true,” I said.
“You know, Joe, if I ever do hit it big and become a famous actor this could be quite an opportunity for you,” Vicki said.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“Well, you could brag about the time you went down on the gifted Vicki Chance before she became a huge star--you know what I mean?”
“But I didn’t go down on--” Then I instantly figured out what she meant.
What the hell, after everything I did with Joan, I couldn’t very well cop a plea using Ella as an excuse. My status as Ella’s Exclusive Bitch was pretty much blown to bits at this point.
Vicki shimmied out of her jeans and we adjusted her seat to ease backward to its farthest setting, sliding it as far back as it would go.
I had just enough room as I knelt on the floorboard under the dash and she wrapped her thighs around my ears.
I was a little uneasy about giving head on a public street. But it was late at night in a sleepy suburban neighborhood so there wasn’t any traffic and Vicki was a quiet sort of girl.
She made it easy for me.
She grabbed my head by two tufts of hair and held me tight against her pussy.
I tasted the flavors of her innocent marrow as she worked herself into me as I licked at her wetness.
My cock, weary from the many erections of the day, lay nestled in my briefs like an old dog on a warm rug.
It seemed a fitting ending to an eventful day.
We moved together in a quiet rhythm as she found a comforting tempo for her tender clit, she gradually worked herself off on my tongue and in the sheltering darkness of tree-lined suburbia she achieved a sweet climax and a promising new reference for her craft.
~~~
Monday, before the shift was half over, I knew I was in trouble.
Joan and Vicki didn’t say anything, but they didn’t need to say anything. All evening they went around with wide smiles plastered on their faces. Being together in such close quarters kept reminding them of our Saturday night oral sexfest. They couldn’t keep it out of their minds. They couldn’t stop smiling.
Molly picked up on it right away with Joan, “Looks like somebody got laid hey, Joanie?”
“Paul was frisky. He bowled a 300 game and won a big pot,” she lied. ”That always gets him in the mood.”
“You sure you didn’t get out the red teddy and black stockings and coax him into a little tongue action?” Molly kidded.
“Maybe I did. I’ll never tell,” said Joan being coy.
“Well I’m glad one of us is getting something,” Molly laughed.
Vicki was keeping her head down. Reading a magazine. She never reads during work but because she is always so quiet no one really noticed. After a while it became obvious to me that she wasn’t reading at all. She was simply holding the magazine in front of her face because she was so self-conscious about smiling. I kept thinking that one of these times she is going to hold it upside down and give it away for sure.
At some point just before lunch I became aware of Ashley staring at me.
“She knows,” I thought.
When I wouldn’t return her gaze she really did know. She was smoldering.
As we got up from our desks to go to the break room for lunch Ashley asked me, in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, “Joe, can you take a look at my van? I think a wheel is loose on it or something. Could you check it out for me?”
Ashley and I walked downstairs to the parking lot.
“You low life!’ Ashley yelled. “You did it, didn’t you? You went down on both of them, didn’t you?”
I just stood there.
“Don’t say a word! I know. I can tell. It’s so damn obvious. And Little No-Peep over there with her magazine isn’t fooling anybody--not me at least--she read the same page all night! How could you do this to me?”
I didn’t say anything.
Ashley slammed backwards against the side of her van in a show of disgust, ”Ughh!” she sighed, and slid down to the asphalt coming to a sitting position with her knees up. She put her arms around her knees and held herself tight.
“See, this is why I love Mr. Ed so much. He’s never let me down,” her voice was quieter now but still agitated. “Everyone thinks I love him because of his huge cock--I never should have said anything--but it’s not. He’s the only guy that’s never let me down. He’s not like you, Joe.”
She looked up at me with sad eyes and disappointment.
I couldn’t say anything. The only things that came to mind were stupid. I could have said that, technically, she had no business being upset with me, because, technically, we were nothing to each other but coworkers. Technically, I could win that argument. But this wasn’t a debate. Technicalities be damned.
The way Ashley and I flirted together made the workplace fun. We looked forward to our moments alone. Molly would say things that implied she wanted to get sexy with me, but that was in a group, and then only to get a rise out of me. Ashley was the only one I truly flirted with.
We both assumed that if I were to slip and cheat on Ella, Ashley would be the one I’d go down on. I had implied as much several times. The last time she wore a mini skirt to work I stuck my tongue out at her when no one was looking and wiggled it suggestively. She shot me a flattered smile. It was our little secret.
Ashley felt betrayed. And she had every right to do so.
She stood up and put her head on my shoulder.
“Joe, you and Mr. Ed are the only two guys that would just let me talk and not say anything. Not argue with me.” She put her arms around my waist, loosely. “I know you’re sorry. I can see that.”
She was tender now.
She turned me around so that my back was against the van. She pressed her hips to mine. We stood crotch to crotch; her breasts resting on my chest; foreheads together; eye to eye.
“Don’t worry,” she said with a voice of concern. “I’ll let you make it up to me.”
“Thank you,” were the only words I could think to say so that’s what I said.
But as we walked up the stairs to the office I couldn’t help but feel a lurking sense of fear fall over me.
Barb sensed my anxiety and did her best to make it worse.
In the last few weeks she’d been acting almost civil when the coffee got low and she called on me to make a fresh pot. Suddenly, there was no more Ms. Nice Guy stuff. She aggressively got in my face if I failed to check the level myself in a timely manner.
At times, Barb practically dragged me out of my chair to make new coffee. She’d come up, rip off my headset, throw it down, then snap her fingers repeatedly saying, “Move your ass!” as she herded me along. Then she’d just stand there watching over me the whole time I brewed a new pot.
It hurt a little that, except for Vicki, the girls quietly giggled when she did that.
Barb could just as easily have made new coffee herself as long as she was standing there doing nothing. Then again, she wasn’t exactly doing “nothing”, she was lambasting me. Treating me like I was her personal peon. Which, at moments like that, I guess, I have to admit: I kind of was.
It boiled down to this: Barb couldn’t forgive me for what I said my first night there. The whole 10 foot pole comment. Not that I asked for forgiveness. I should have at least apologized but, as Vicki pointed out, Barb doesn’t make things easy.
Barb glowered over me while making her feelings known.
“You think you’re hot shit because Ella lets you go down on her, don’t you, Punk? You think it’s cool being her Bitch, right? How else could a loser like you get within 10 miles of pussy like hers? Forget about a 10 foot pole.”
“I don’t think I’m cool,” I said.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Barb said. “Wait till she breaks out the toys.”
“What toys?”
“You’ll find out, Coffee Boy,” she sneered. “Let me run it down for you, you fucking ignorant Slut. Things start out smooth, everything’s fine, everybody’s happy, right? But then the fun turns rough when Ella gets dissed. Once the Boss gets offended you’ll find out what it really means to truly get used.”
“Ella’s not like that,” I said.
“I’ve been there when it happens,” she said. “I’ve seen it. And I’ll be there when it happens to you, Bitch Boy. I’ll take sloppy seconds on your punk ass. Wait and see.”
This was scary.
“Remember Ashley's Dork?” Barb asked.
“Yeah.”
“Do you think all the guys at corporate are terrified just because Ella yelled at him?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered.
“Think about it, Bitch,” she barked. “Ella played his ass. He just didn’t walk off after Ella yelled at him. He followed Ella to her office. She played him. The two of us threw his ass out the back stairs after we violated his humanity. We had to carry him out. Those skanks didn’t know shit.”
“Violated how?’” I asked, though I knew better.
“You’ll know soon enough, Slut,” Barb said. “Things aren’t as rosy as they seem. You think you’ve got this bitch thing licked. It’s been fun. Good times. What a dumb-fuck you are. You have no shame. You’re pathetic. Ella’s gonna use your ass in ways you never thought possible. She’ll have you squealing like a pig. Then I’ll get sloppy seconds plowing your ass. That’ll be good times. Then you’ll know what fun is!”
“Please just leave me alone," I said. “I’m not bothering you, okay Barb?”
"Weave me a whone. Whah," she mocked. "Fucking cry-baby. Who says you’re not bothering me? You make me sick just by being here. Why didn't you tell them to leave you alone?"
"What?"
"You know damn well what I'm talking about," Barb said. "And who I mean. Wait till Ella finds out."
"I’m trying to get something done here,” I said, starting to panic.
Barb got up in my face, nose to nose, "You can't stay away from those skanks, can you, Slut-Boy?"
"Back off, cunt," I told her, reflexively. It was a terrible thing to say but I was just so flustered and anxious. Barb didn’t mean anything. She was just kidding around, I know. She was a good person at heart. But, damn, she got my goat.
Ella walked in. She had been heading to her office and overheard what I’d said.
Ella told me, “What’s gotten into you, Joe? Have you lost your mind? I can’t allow you to speak to a woman like that---EVER!” She was furious. “You will apologize to Barb this instant and if I ever hear you say that word again you will pay for it dearly. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Ella.”
I looked at Barb and said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
Barb growled to Ella, “He calls me that and all he has to do is say ‘Sorry’ and all is forgiven? No way! Not even close! Let me wear his ass out.”
“Just a minute, young lady,” Ella said. “He’s my Bitch. You don’t get to use him unless I say. Is that understood?”
“Come on, Ella, let me use his silly ass,” Barb pleaded. “He’s been hanging out with those slacker whores too long. He needs a lesson in how to treat a real woman. Let me treat him like a woman. Let me bang his ass with a strap-on."
“That’s enough!” Ella said. “I’ll see to it that this incident is handled properly. You can stop worrying about my Bitch.”
Barb stormed out.
“What do you want me to do, Ella?”
“Well, Joe, remember when I said a man needs to grovel? You are going to grovel. You are going to get down on your hands and knees and grovel before Barb and kiss her feet.”
“But Ella! Barb said---“
“I care what YOU said,” Ella told me. “Apparently Barb is right. I have been too lenient with you, Joe. Perhaps you do need a more invasive lesson on how to treat women.”
Ella led me out to the phone room floor.
As we walked she said, ”When I bring Barb out get down on all fours, far enough away that you will need to crawl to Barb and then kiss her feet.”
“Ella!” I stopped at the edge of the floor.
“It isn’t a big deal, Joe. Don’t make it out to be something more than it is. When you crawl to her say: “Barb, I’m sorry for calling you that name. Please forgive me.” And kiss each foot once. Then you can get up.”
“In front of everybody?”
“Yes, in front of everybody,” Ella said, astonished that I questioned her. “What you did is a critical infraction of basic sexual harassment guidelines. I should fire you automatically. Some ignorant talk can be written off as joking behavior, especially on the first offense, but the “C” word is strictly forbidden, off-limits. There is no possible justification for it. If Barb pressed the issue she would win her case in a heartbeat.”
“Oh, all right,” I sulked.
“I expect you to address me with proper respect, BITCH!” Ella said.
“I’m sorry, Ella,” I said. “I have no right to complain. I’ll grovel. I won’t embarrass you by behaving poorly.”
“That’s better,” Ella said. “Never question my authority. I can’t believe you need this spelled out for you. Now mind what I say and shut the fuck up.”
She took my hand in hers as we walked to the middle of the floor.
“Barb, come out here for a moment please,” Ella said. “Joe, has something he wants to say to you.”
Barb stepped out of her cubicle in her bare stocking feet. With the girls looking on, I fell to my hands and knees and crawled to Barb and kissed her feet and begged her forgiveness. She told me to ‘eat shit’ and went back to her cubicle.
“Now get back to work everybody,” Ella said as she went back to her office.
At break I brought the girls up to speed.
“I messed up. I slipped and called Barb a cunt. Ella heard me and freaked out,” I told them.
“Barb is a cunt,” Ashley said.
“What did she say that made you so mad?” Joan asked.
“I wasn’t as mad as much as I was flustered,” I said. “She’s been dogging me pretty hard suddenly. She never got over the crack I made about the 10-foot pole, so in a way I can’t blame her; she had a right to be pissed. Usually I take it in stride. But today she really got to me.”
“What did she say?” Joan asked again.
“She was dogging me for being Ella’s Bitch. I admit it. I love being her Bitch. I feel good about it. If that makes me a bad person then, what can I say? Anyway, Barb could see that talking trash about going down on Ella didn’t really bother me. So she started something new.”
“What’s that?” Molly asked.
“She’s hinting around that Ella has something more up her sleeve as far as abusing me,” I told them. “Barb basically told me, “You’re having a good time now, Joe. But wait till Ella breaks out the toys.” And when I asked “What toys?” she just says ‘You’ll find out, bitch.’.”
The girls all cringed.
“The part that really twisted me up inside was when Barb said she’d take sloppy seconds plowing my ass. Can you believe it? She said Ella would plow my ass first and Barb would “take” sloppy seconds.”
“Damn,” Ashley said. “If you can’t call her a cunt after that then I don’t know what a cunt is.”
“Ella didn’t hear any of that,” I said. “I tried to tell her but she wouldn’t listen. She said it didn’t matter what Barb said. It’s like “cunt” is the magic word. A guy--- especially a Bitch like me---isn’t allowed to say it to a woman no matter what the circumstance.”
“That’s usually true,” said Joan. “But this is ridiculous. It sounds like she was threatening full-force sodomy---basically gang rape with a strap-on dildo. That is not something to joke about.”
“That’s what she meant all right,” I said. “She said it again to Ella, just before I kissed her feet. She asked Ella to let her bang me with a strap-on. It shook me up quite a bit.”
”I’ll bet,” said Joan and the others agreed.
“So, like, Ella made you do that?” Ashley asked. “She made you get down and kiss Barb’s feet like that?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Either that or quit, I guess.”
“Well, Joe,” Joan said. “I’m sorry things turned out this way but I’m glad--we all are--that you didn’t quit.”
“I’ll bet Ella’s really glad you didn’t quit,” said Molly. “A good cunt-licker is hard to find.”
She was trying to use humor to loosen things up a bit.
“Under the circumstances,” Joan said, after she thought it over, “I guess Ella didn’t really have a choice. She had to do something quick before things got out of hand. You’re her Bitch, Joe, and--like it or not---Barb is a female employee in good standing. Ella can’t let her Bitch talk like that to a long-time employee. That’s just the way it is. A Bitch is supposed to know his place and behave accordingly.
“In most offices the Boss’s Bitch is shunned. A Bitch like you is usually not allowed to talk to the regular veteran employees--period–unless it’s work-related. We let you get away with murder here, Joe. We all like you. We tend to forget what a whore you are. No offence, but you are the boss’s personal slut—worse--she's using you as a human vibrator. You don’t even get your dick wet.
“If this were like other offices,” Joan continued, “you’d be bringing us all coffee and running personal errands for all of us on your lunch break. You’d be our common lowlife gopher. We could use you however we wanted--as long as we didn’t touch you sexually--we could call you any names we wanted like ‘bitch’ or ‘slut’ or ‘whore’ or whatever else we wanted and you’d have to put up with it. But here we treat you as though you're an actual person, like you’re a real full-fledged employee the same as the rest of us.
“In fact,” Joan went on, “in similar situations most bosses would offer their Bitch as an incentive. You’d get turned out to boost morale. The Employee of the Month would get to use you as a reward--like a preferred parking space. Eventually, you’d be going down on all of us. But not here. That is never going to happen. Ella keeps you to herself. So, really, as much as I hate to say it, with all things considered, you got off easy, Joe. Even though you might not realize it,” Joan rubbed my arm sympathetically.
As harsh as it sounded, I knew Joan’s speech was just a clever way of shielding the fact that I’d gone down on her and Vicki. She made a huge point of saying no one but Ella could use me. She was helping me out by throwing the others off of my scent--so to speak. Unfortunately, Vicki didn’t pick up on that.
“Well it’s not right!” Vicki let loose. “Joe’s the nicest person here. So what if he’s the boss’s Bitch? Who cares! That’s Ella’s business. Joe wouldn’t insult anybody’s feelings. If you guys hadn’t teased him so hard his first night here he never would have said mean stuff about Barb in the first place. That’s why she messes with him. That’s what made him say what he did tonight. No one should mistreat Joe!”
We all looked at Vicki.
“We all like Joe,” Molly said. “That’s what Joan just got through saying. But he’s a big boy. He has to take responsibility for what comes out of his mouth. We didn’t make him say anything. He has to take responsibility for what goes into his mouth, too. If he wants to go down on Ella until it wrinkles his face like a prune then he’s gonna catch some flak. It comes with the territory.
“Besides, like Joan said, he’s got it easy. We don’t treat him like a second class coworker--even though he’s a total submissive Bitch. None of us get to use him. I'd wear him out if we did. I'd give him something to bitch about.
"He’s got it made in the shade. Sure, Barb messes with Joe but she messes with all of us. She bosses us all around. We ignore her. If Joe likes eating premium pussy he’s gonna have to learn to deal with Barb’s shit.”
“That’s okay, Vicki,” I said. “I’m all right. I’ll get over it. You guys are the best, really. I really am lucky. I’m just glad you’re not shunning me for kissing Barb’s feet. I thought you might not talk to me anymore. I know how much you hate her.”
“Well,” Ashley huffed, “I say it’s not your fault at all, Joe. You didn’t deserve any of this. You are one of us. I, personally, consider you my friend. So I agree with Vicki, up to a point, that is. Barb’s the one that started it, not us. It’s that CUNT Barb’s fault.” Ashley yelled out the word ‘cunt’ loud enough so that Barb might hear.
“We all still love you, Joe,” Ashley said.
~~~
Barb backed off for a day or two but soon she was right back at it.
“Joe, I never did finish the full story about Ashley’s Dork,” She started off. “You want to hear the rest, Joe?”
“Suit yourself,” I told her. I was kind of curious. Not that it mattered, she would have told me anyway.
“I’ll be quick, Joe. Now that I know what a sensitive soul you are. I know it makes you nervous to hear what Ella has in mind for you. So I’ll make it short and sweet. Ella doesn’t like for her Bitch to be nervous.”
“Very funny,” I laughed nervously.
“Well, Ella called me into her office that night to keep our stories straight if there was any pushback. Anyway, this Dork was such a fool that when Ella told him she was sorry she yelled he actually believed her. She wanted to make it up to him, she said, by letting him be with both of us.
“Ella got naked and the Dork was hooked. He jumped out of his clothes. She laid him face down on a yoga mat she keeps in her office and she started giving him a massage. I got the strap-on out. It got me hot knowing what was coming.
“While Ella was massaging his back I used that rubber cock on myself. That’s what we used for lubrication. It’ll be the same with you, Joe. You’ll have my cunt juice up your ass. Hee-hee, I said ‘cunt’ Joe. Oops. Your insides will be warm with my thick, slippery, girl-goo. Makes you feel all gooey inside, just hearing about it, doesn’t it Joe?”
“No, not really,” I told her. It was true. I was too unnerved to be excited. “These are your fantasies, Barb, not mine,” I said. “But I’m done with the coffee so I should get back on the phones.”
“Hang on a second, Joe. There’s no need to rush off. Let me finish telling about it. Fact, not fantasy.”
I wasn’t going to give Barb the satisfaction of seeing me bolt. “Go ahead and finish your story then,” I said.
Barb continued, “Well, after I lubed it, Ella strapped it on, dripping with my liquid. And I do mean dripping. Nothing excites me more than pegging a virgin bitch. Especially one like you, Joe. A smart-ass punk who’s always running his mouth. You won’t be so sassy after I ream your ass out, bitch. You are gonna know you’ve been pegged.
“Anyway, the element of surprise was crucial. His comfort didn’t matter. So you have an advantage, Joe. You know what’s coming. You can relax and enjoy it. I’ll take my time with you. I’ll be tender. You’ll see.”
Barb quickly described how she and Ella each sodomize the Dork.
Then she got on to the real point of her talk: How she would go about sodomizing me.
“Stand up over here, Joe.”
Barb demonstrated showing me a hold from behind, reaching under my armpits and placing her hands behind my neck, interlocking her fingers.
Positioned behind me like this she was terribly imposing. Barb was obviously taller than me, but I hadn’t actually known till that very minute that she was much broader through the shoulders and back. Her arms were firm and powerful. I was at her mercy. If I resisted her grip or tried to get away, I’d be dead meat.
My god, it just felt so darn good to have her hold me. I felt secure, so possessed.
I felt her graceful power. Her sheer physical size allowed her to dominate me without undue force. I felt weak. Pleasantly so.
I instinctively wanted to give-in to her and let her do as she pleased with me. She knew this. She widened her stance and lowered her hips to the same level as mine and thrust herself into me--I mean against me.
Her powerful movements were slow and sure. She moved me---in more ways than I’d care to admit.
Her firm thrusts pushed me off-balance. She easily held my body upright as I slouched in her grasp.
Her gentle manner commanded me playfully. She toyed with my body. I was her life-size punk-dummy.
Barb released her interlocked grip and slipped into a full body bear hug from behind.
Her hand moved to a point just below my navel, ”It’ll come up to about here inside you, Joe. If you relax it won’t hurt. It’ll feel so good, Joe. Otherwise, if you resist, it’ll tear you up inside and eventually you’ll relax anyway. So don’t fight it, Joe.”
She spoke so gently. It seemed like she felt real concern for me.
Her warm cheek pressed the side of my face, her luscious lips brushed my skin as she whispered, “I want you to enjoy it, Joe. I want to see a dreamy smile play across your face. I want to hear your moans of pleasure as you whimper softly while I remove the last shadow of masculinity from your cocky-ass mind. Oh yes. You’ll be mine then. I will own your ass.“
My body shuddered in anticipation--I couldn’t help it. I wanted so badly, in that moment, to be owned by her.
“The time will come when you understand that giving yourself to me is infinitely more pleasurable than anything you could ever hope to experience with those whore friends of yours. Yes. Oh yes you will, Joe. You will eagerly offer me your ass as you beg to be dominated. Physically. Sexually. Dominated. By me, Joe. That's right, Bitch. By me.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, don’t you, Joe? Don’t you, Bitch?
“Your surrender will be complete when I hear you beg me to take rightful claim of your sissy ass and relieve you of the last speck of manhood you have left. That will be our own special moment, Bitch. I will own your ass out-right, free and clear. Believe it.”
She paused for effect. It affected me all right. She made me want to believe it.
“I want you to enjoy the feel of me, your One True Boss, taking you, making you mine, Bitch. I’ll hump that smart-ass attitude of yours into submission. Oh yes. You will cream all over yourself while I punk-hump the hell out of your bitch ass; knowing full well, all the while, that I have nothing but contempt for you, while I make you cum like you’ve never cum before in your entire life.
“You will do anything I say for the privilege of getting pegged by me once again. Yes. Yes, you will, Joe. You know you will. You will obey my word for any chance whatsoever that I’ll shove my strap-on up your ass every chance we get.
“I’ll tell you right now, Joe, after you’ve begged me to punk your ass over and over, again and again, satisfaction will replace my contempt. I’m a pushover, really. I’m not out for revenge. I want to help you sort out your feelings and get your mind on right.
“When you pledge to be my eternal sissy bitch, then, I’ll forgive you. And you will, Joe. Believe me, you fucking will. I’ll make you fit the harness straps snuggly in place on me and beg like a dog--a whining bitch--to get boned by me. And I will bone your ass, bitch. I will. You wouldn’t touch me with a 10-foot pole. But I’ll take you with a 10-inch rubber rod. No hard feelings.”
Her voice sounded so sexy. The idea of taking it up the ass scared the hell out of me. I’d never done it before. But if she'd rub up against me like this, while we were both naked, I’d go out of my fucking mind.
Barb knew my intimate thoughts; she felt the intensity of my need to submit. She knew. I couldn’t deny her power over me. I felt taken already. In my mind I was taken. Barb had mind-punked me. I hated myself for that.
She let me loose.
“Don’t feel bad, Joe. It’s a natural reaction. I mean for a bitch like you. You sissy bitches are always excited to be dominated by a female, any female. You can't help it. The bigger the better. I’m gonna ruin you for these pretty little things messing with you here at the office.”
“Barb,” I said, shaky with false bravado. “You’re so fulla shit.”
“Oh yeah,” she said. “You’ll see.”
“Keep telling yourself it’s only a fantasy. It's not. It's gonna happen, Bitch. Deal with it. You’d be better off if you accepted it right now, Joe. I’m only trying to help. Seriously.
“I’ll bet that, not too long ago, you never would have believed you’d be some older Ladyboss’s sex-toy. But you are. No big deal, right? No problem. You don't care who knows, right? You love it.
"It’ll be the same thing after we punk you out. You’ll be able to joke about it then. It’ll be cute. You’ll bring us coffee and wiggle your ass like a tease. We’ll laugh. It'll be impossible to imagine how you ever made such a big deal of it. You won't remember ever being afraid like this.
"Really, Joe, I'd say you're half-way there already. That Dork probably never had sex that wasn’t straight missionary intercourse. You're prepped and ready. You've got this lowlife kink thing down pat, you loser Bitch.
“Hey. That’s enough of that crap, Barb.”
“Okay, princess. I forgot how delicate your feelings are.
“Barb, I gotta go,” I said.
“Wait, Joe.”
I stopped and she came up behind me again.
“Joe, I think you’ve got the wrong impression about me. We were rough on the Dork. But when your time comes I’ll be gentle. I promise. Firm, but gentle. You will get rammed and reamed but I’ll do it smoothly. I’ll control the force of it. I won’t jerk you around. I’ll slide it into you nice and tight. You’ll see. Here. Stand still.”
Barb put her hips up against my ass again. She held me close. She clamped her chin firmly over my shoulder as she pressed her cheek next to mine. The feel of her breasts on my back were sublime. I was melting in her arms.
“You can’t tell me this doesn’t feel good,” she whispered.
Using her powerful pelvic muscles she rolled her hips into me. Driving them softly into the meat of my cheeks as I held myself firm against the coming thrusts.
“You can’t tell me this doesn’t feel even better,” she sighed.
Fully-clothed, without so much as a kiss, my Badass female coworker had me edging toward orgasm. Arousal shook my entire body as I cringed at the cliff’s edge of Barb’s oncoming triumph.
Suddenly, Barb let go of me.
“Okay, Joe,” she told me. “It may not seem so good right now, but you’ll see. You’ll like it when I punk your ass, Bit-itch.”
Then she left the break room.
She had no clue I was actually about to lose my nut in her grasp.
I finished up by myself in the Mens room.
It had been two weeks since Ashley called me out regarding going down on Joan and Vicki.
On Tuesday night Ashley rushed in as I made coffee.
"Joe, it's on," she was super excited. “Tomorrow night. After work.”
"What's on?" I played dumb.
"Don't play dumb, Joe,” she said, “you know exactly what I mean. Mr. Ed doesn’t work on Thursday and I don't work my day job so we can both stay up late. So tomorrow night after work we'll go to my house and-"
"Wait a second here Ashley. Mr. Ed? You, me and Mr. Ed?" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
"You'll like Mr. Ed. He thinks you're cool. He wouldn’t mind being Ella's bitch himself if he didn’t have me,” Ashley said.
"Wait. I don't understand," I said. My head was swimming. Did I fall into a parallel universe where everyone is living out a porn video?
"Mr. Ed just wants to watch,” Ashley said. “He's cool with it. Think about it. If you were hung like a horse would you be jealous of a guy like you, Joe? Joan told me how small you are. It's okay. That's cool. You're gonna put it in my ass anyway so it helps that it's small. My butt is tight. You'll like it, Joe. Just wait and see," Ashley was talking so fast, so excitedly that I couldn't get a word in.
"Hang on. Hang on. Hang on. You talked to Joan about me? And we’re doing anal?” I asked. I was miffed, “When did you talk to Joan and don't I have any say in what we do?"
"Joe, what’s your problem? I busted you about Joan and Vicki. So I went to Joan and asked for details. She knew I knew so why hide it? And as far as you having any choice in the matter when it comes to us doing anal? No, Joe, you don’t. Fucking deal with it.
“You screwed up, Joe,” she told me. “You hurt me bad. I’m the one that gets to say how you make it up to me,” she said. "I can't force you to do anything. It’s not like I’m going to kidnap you. But why are you being so mean? I thought you liked me. I thought you'd be happy,” she pouted with her bottom lip stuck out and all. “You'll get to suck my tits," she added.
"I didn't say I wouldn't, Ashley. You know I think you're special, right?" I asked. "I'm just not used to all this. You sprung it so fast. And, well, I know my penis isn’t that big but why does everybody have to talk about it?" I said.
"Don't be a baby,” she said, fully recovered from her pout. "So it's on then, right? Tomorrow after work?"
"Okay," I told her.
"I knew you'd want my tits!" Ashley beamed, triumphantly.
Ella didn’t want a session Wednesday so I was able to get over to Ashley and Ed’s fairly early with libido fully intact.
Ed was built like granite, six foot five and about 280 pounds.
“Nice to meet you, Joe,” he said, without waiting for Ashley to introduce us. “We’re just gonna keep things mellow and have fun. Ash has told me so much about you. It’s really nice of you to do this for her.”
“Nice of him?” Ashley barked. “What about me? He gets to stick it in my ass and lick my tits and you act like he’s the one doing me a favor Ed,” Ashley seemed perturbed.
“Yeah but Ash, we’re the ones that wanted to do the anal,” Ed then turned to me. ”See, Joe, Ash has such a cute little ass--I’d really like to bone it--but I’m just too big. I’d rip her in half.”
“I see,” I said, not knowing what to say.
“So Joe gets to pop my anal cherry,” Ashley said. “He should be ecstatic.”
“I’m sure he is, Hon, he’s just a little nervous. He never even met me before,” Ed said.
He seemed like a good guy. He understood what it was like for me.
“Whatever,” Ashley huffed. “Well let’s stop moping around and get started. If Joe’s not too shy, that is. He sure wasn’t shy about going down on every available female in the office except me. That’s all I know,” Ashley glared daggers at me.
They had a space cleared out on the living room floor. They put down a bed sheet over the thick shag carpeting.
Ed sat on the sofa a few feet from where Ashley and I were going to be doing it.
“Want a beer or something, Joe, before you get started?” Ed asked.
“No, I just had a minty shake from Clown Burger before I got here. I don’t think that would mix well,” I told him.
“I’m ready to go you guys, okay?” Ashley said. “Quit stalling.”
“Ash, be nice,” Ed said.
“I am being nice,” she countered. “I can leave if you two would rather be alone.”
Ed rolled his eyes at her.
“Come on, Joe, get your clothes off already,” Ashley said.
Ashley was wearing a robe and shed it quickly. Her massive breasts were breath taking. Hanging off her thin milky white body they ballooned out in front of her displaying the biggest and most delectable nipples I had ever seen.
My rod stood straight out as I quickly stripped.
“Didn’t take long to get him in the mood. Did it Ed?” Ashley said smiling. “I knew my tits would get him horny!”
“I’m okay,” I said.
“I’ll say,” Ed said. ”Be gentle now, Joe,” he kidded.
“All right. All right. That’s enough chitchat. Lay down, Joe. Let’s get started,” Ashley told me.
I guess I’m a little slow on the uptake. I assumed we’d do it doggie style. It hadn’t occurred to me that Ashley would be on top.
“You’re getting on top?” I asked.
“Of course, I’m getting on top,” Ashley said, as though I were stupid. ”I need to be the one in control. I’m a virgin here, Joe. I can’t have you just banging away at my ass. I don’t know how deep I want to go. Not that you could go very deep with what you've got, but this way you can suck my tits easier, too. It’s way better all the way around,” she said. “Now quit whining.”
I wasn’t whining but I let it go. I lay down on my back as Ashley straddled my lower legs and sat down.
“I’m gonna warm you up a little, Joe --- that’s a good name for it, Little Joe,” Ashley joked.
She bent down and licked Little Joe up and down then took it into her mouth and started bobbing slowly. I was melting inside. She was goo-o-od. I could see Ed on the couch out of the corner of my eye but I tried not to pay any attention to him.
Ashley’s mouth kept me fully erect. She then applied some lubricant out of a tube.
Ashley knelt on her hands and knees directly above me. Just before settling onto my cock she bent down to kiss me. She pressed her lips into mine and opened our mouths with real passion and drove her tongue so deep into me she was practically swabbing my tonsils. Using the weight of her entire body she pressed her mouth on mine with force and immediacy. She shared her true intimacy with me right there. She was sweet.
She now leaned back and her butt hole made contact with the head of my cock. Right on target.
Her tight hole resisted at first then gave way to mild pressure as she slid her butt down past the flared head of my hard-on.
Her facial muscles relaxed as if she were dreaming. Eyelids drooping slightly, she paused. Ashley’s tightly rimmed asshole warmed my cock and I felt her tension melt. She eased herself halfway down my stiff throbbing shaft.
I took Ashley’s left nipple into my mouth and warmed it tenderly. I licked at her delectable rack. I gently nibbled the hard nub rising from her pink Silver Dollar size nipple. I ached with potent desire.
Ashley held my throbbing cock in the grasp of her virgin asshole as our bodies held this beginning position. Even in this relaxed elastic state Ashley’s anal ring held itself firmly around my cock. Tight actually. She seemed to luxuriate in the feel of my pulsing cock in her lovely little butt.
This was tender. This was sweet. This was going to be much better than I had imagined. We were going to slowly savor the innermost sensations of our bodies. I kissed gently on the breast of this wonderful young woman as she left her brash frantic self at the threshold of our lovemaking...or so I thought.
She suddenly sat back full force on my cock. It sank fully up her ass as she sat up straight.
Ashley looked over at Ed as he sat stroking his massive tool, naked, on the sofa.
“Ed get your ass over here,” she barked.
Ed looked at her with wide-eyed surprise.
“Now, Ed!” She said urgently. ”I need to suck your cock bad---Fucking Right Now!”
Ed walked over and stood with his feet apart facing Ashley, one on either side of my head. I could forget about sucking on Ashley’s tits anymore. I was staring straight up at Ed’s hairy balls.
Ashley ignored me completely. I was just an inflatable pillow with a dildo sticking out of it for her to sit on. She didn’t move her hips at all. Her asshole locked tight around my cock and stayed that way. My dick was getting numb.
Ed’s long cock was down Ashley’s throat in no time. Its thickness displaced her voice box, giving Ashley the appearance of growing an Adam’s apple and having it magically disappear as she worked his meat.
Ashley was lost in the bliss of her own sexual gratification. She worked the long, hard, penis with hypnotic concentration as though it was an entity unto itself, free of Ed.
With eyes closed she passionately grasped the meaty thing in her fist and orally ravished it with her mouth and throat; Ashley nurtured its pulsating fullness with all the devotion her expertise could bring to bear.
This rare thing in her throat was hers. She owned it more than Ed did. He merely kept it safe and warm for her when she wasn't using it.
Her free hand rubbed her clit with the keenness of self-infatuation. Ed and I were simply the necessary tools for Ashley’s self-indulgent carnal fulfillment. At this moment Ashley’s reality didn’t extend beyond the surface of her own skin.
“You okay down there, Joe?” Ed asked.
“I guess so,” I answered. “I should’ve brought a book to read though so I wouldn’t have to stare at your hairy balls.”
Ed laughed at this.
Ashley pulled the enormous cock out of her throat with one quick movement causing Ed to wince with pain as the suction broke.
“Guys---Do you mind...?” she inquired with some irritation, her voice rough from the cock riding on her larynx.
She went back to throating the outrageous penis.
I shut my eyes and lay still.
As Ed began softly moaning, a frightful thought occurred to me, When Ed blasts his climax I’m gonna get showered with the overflow.
“Ed, can Ashley handle your load in her mouth? I don’t want your cum all over me down here.”
Ashley’s eyes got wide and she poked me in the chest with her free hand. She didn’t like me talking.
“She can,” said Ed, “but she usually sprays it all over herself.”
I freaked.
“Ashley you better swallow it okay?” I requested.
“MMMmmmMMM,” she said. I had no idea what she said but Ed seemed to understand.
“It’s like a phobia for guys, Ash,” Ed told her.
Ashley again pulled the massive member out with a rush, "Can you like not talk for a minute guys? I'm trying to concentrate here--after all I'm doing this for you Ed. And Joe if you didn't want to do this you should have said so BEFORE! Now shut up, close your eyes and lay there. A couple drops of cum won't kill you. It’s like –maybe-- dish soap. Doesn't anybody care about me?"
Ed and I shut up.
I guess I could just cover my face when he shoots his wad. I’m sure Ashley is going to take care of most of it anyway.
In short order Ed was acting like he was ready to blow his nut. The big man groaned and I noticed his knee quiver --WAIT! --Ashley said before that Ed could sometimes pass out if he got too worked up. Hell, if he passed out now my face would be stuck in his ass. They’d need a tractor to pull me out.
I panicked and tried to scramble to my feet.
Ashley, still gargling cock, looked down on me with crazed and frenzied eyes. She seized me by the throat with the kind of strength you read about in grocery line tabloids pinning me to the floor as she clamped her asshole around my erection with vise-like finality.
“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, Buster!” is the message she delivered.
What could I do?
Ed climaxed. His voluminous output overflowed Ashley’s mouth. She was making no attempt to catch it. Ed’s cum was spraying everywhere.
She was milking his member for all it was worth. Using both her hands she throttled his cock as if she were trying to pull a small tree out of the side of a mountain.
Thick white globules sprayed into the air covering her hair, face and chest with a symmetrical pattern.
Miraculously I was spared. Ed’s spunk apparently had the quality of glue. It stuck where it landed. I was dry.
"Still wanna suck my tits, Joe?" Ashley said, batting her eyelashes, which were stringy with milky white cum. Spunk gleamed like sequins on her tits.
"Cut it out!" I said.
"Honey quit torturing the guy," Ed seconded.
"You guys are such big babies," she seemed ticked.
"Joe, just how the hell is Ed’s cum any different than yours?" she asked.
I looked at her blankly. I didn’t understand the question.
"Do you think his cum is poison and yours is so fucking tasty?" she went on.
Somewhat perplexed, I answered, "I don't eat my own cum EITHER."
"Whatta wimp,” she said.
"Honey, guys aren't like women. We don't like to eat our own cum," Ed said. "I only do it cuz you make me," he added sheepishly.
"Whatever!" Ashley sighed loudly.
She licked greedily at three gobs of cum across her upper lip. Yielding her a pearly treat, but leaving a white trail that looked like one of those milk mustache advertisements.
"Hey, Ash, Got cum?" Ed asked. Seeing it first.
I laughed out loud.
Ashley, dumbfounded, took offense at being the butt of our joke, "What the hell are you guys laughing at? You two have real problems, you know that?" she yelled looking like a crazed doll.
"Sorry, Ash, " Ed said, "It's just that you look like that commercial-"
"All I know is I'm the one doing all the work and you guys have got nothing better to do than laugh at ME?" she said even more animated than usual.
My engorged penis was still trapped in the vise of Ashley's butthole.
"We about done here?" I calmly asked.
"What?" she shrieked. "You selfish bastard! You spoiled brat! All you've done is whine like a scared child since the moment you walked in the door tonight. Then you started crying over spilt cum. Then you laughed at me. And I could've been killed when you tried to jump up before---"
I broke in, "I thought Ed might fall on me--"
"Bulll-shiit!" she exclaimed. "Now we’re gonna do something for me! We're gonna concentrate on me for two seconds! OKAY?!"
Ed got on his back and had his cock holstered in Ashley’s pussy as she mounted him. I got into doggy position behind her and re-inserted my cock.
“Okay Joe,” Ashley directed, “it’s your turn to do some work. Start pumping. Not too fast. Ed, you just lay back and relax until I give you the word.”
Ashley had beautifully white skin, something I hadn’t fully appreciated until tonight. As I boned her tiny bottom I marveled at the creaminess of it. As I watched myself plunging in and out of Ashley’s beautiful ass, my cock got even harder. Ashley shuddered as she felt herself stretch. I drove the root of my small cock past her ass cheeks and into the wild glow of her pink asshole.
She wanted Ed to give her a little more stimulation on their end.
“Lick my tits, Ed,” Ashley commanded. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, Ed. You know you do. You do it every other time. Just because Joe’s got a problem eating cum you don’t have to be that way, too.”
Uh-Oh. I might have started something here. Ed thought I might think badly of him if he ate his own cum off Ashley’s tits and he fussed about doing it now.
Ashley was pissed.
She mashed her slimy tits in Ed’s face, “There. Now it’s done so you might as well lick me clean. Do it!”
Ed obeyed Ashley and started licking his cum off her chest. Vigorously he sucked her tits dry and Ashley clamped her mouth to his to get a taste.
Ashley was getting close to having her own climax.
“Come on, Joe. Give it to me. Give it to me. Come on… Come on… Bang my ass! Do it! Do it harder. Harder! Uh. Uh. UuHh. Oooh.”
Ashley grabbed two handfuls of the shag carpet, turned her ass upward, and then braced herself. “Now, Ed, NOW!”
At Ashley’s signal Ed reached around both Ashley and me and grabbed my ass cheeks in his gargantuan mitts and pulled me hard, deep into Ashley’s ass, cramming me incredibly further into her already packed asshole. Ashley came with true fury. I blasted off like a rocket, too. So far, so good.
The unintended effect of Ed’s strength was to project the contents of my stomach airborne. He invented a new variation of the Heimlich Maneuver. My mint green Clown Burger milk shake spewed like Exorcist vomit on the sheet laid over carpet.
Ashley collapsed. Contented.
“Thanks, Ed,” she told Mr. Ed.
A few drops of regurgitated milk shake dripped from my mouth onto the whiteness of Ashley’s back.
“Joe? Did you just puke on me?” she asked. “I don’t believe this. I invite you into our home. I treat you like a King. And the whole time you’ve been here you try your best to ruin things. And then, to top it off, you puke all over me! How dare you?!” Ashley was having some kind of hormonal reaction I think.
“Come on, Ash. He didn’t mean anything. He couldn’t help it,” Ed said trying to help me out.
Ashley got up in a hurry.
“Both of you can kiss my ass!” she said stomping off to shower and then to sleep.
“I’m sorry, Joe,” Ed said. “It’s my fault. I don’t know my own strength.”
I got dressed and left. Ed said he’d take care of the vomit.
~~~
The next day Ashley showed up at work wearing her dressed-to-kill outfit.
She wore a black platform shoe with a six-inch silver stiletto heel, black stockings, and her super tight black spandex miniskirt that barely covered her ass-cheeks.
Her midnight blue silk blouse was unbuttoned half way down her chest revealing that her bra was not only black lace but also front clasped.
Most women, if they have the balls to go out in public dressed like this, can’t really pull it off. It's too much for them. They end up looking like they’re playing costume dress up. Just walking in those heels would give most women fits.
But Ashley owned this look
She looked comfortable enough to run a marathon in those heels.
Ordinarily just the sight of her in that get-up would be enough to unnerve me. Given the events of the previous night I was unnerved even more. I couldn’t get over the feeling that she had something sinister in store for me.
Molly and Joan were quickly pelting her with questions.
“Hey girlfriend, you on the prowl for something?” Molly asked.
“Yeah, Ashley, today’s Thursday you didn’t work your other job did you?” Joan asked.
“No. I didn’t work but I stopped by. Evaluations are coming up tomorrow and the good ole boys have their golf game tonight. I figured I‘d stop by and chat. Give’em something to talk about later,” Ashley said.
“Wow. That’s pretty bold even for you, isn’t it? You got dressed up like that just to stop in and chat?” Molly asked.
“Whatever works,” Joan said.
“Molly’s right. I wouldn’t get dressed up just to drop in. At least I wouldn’t let them think that,” Ashley said. “I told them I had an appointment in the area. Kinda let ‘em think I had a job interview.”
“You go girl!” Molly admired her strategy.
Joan and Vicki chuckled with admiration.
I sat with a stupid nervous grin on my face.
“Guys are dogs, just dogs. And the more pussy they get, the doggier they get,” she said with gravity. She looked at me when she said that.
Ashley continued, “They need to be reminded that if they want to see the eye candy, one way or another, they‘re gonna have to pay for it.”
“You think they’ll give you a raise just because you came in dressed like this?” Molly asked.
“Of course they will. They’re dogs. They won’t say that’s why... they’ll sit in the clubhouse bar and fall over themselves to lie about me.“
“Lie? Lie how?” Joan wanted to know.
“Lie the way guys always lie. All of them. If their lips are moving they’re talking lies. You can bank on it. They think all women are sluts. They make up shit about me.
“The boss probably tells everyone I give him head,” Ashley said, sullenly. “I don’t care. I’m no fucking boss’s bitch, that's for sure. No one controls me. They can lie all they want. In the end I get respect because I know they’re dogs and I treat them like they have fleas---because they do.”
That “boss’s bitch” remark had everybody nervous. Embarrassed for me.
“By the end of the night they’ll convince themselves I’m the greatest thing that ever happened to that company,” Ashley said.
“Just because you dress like a slut?“ Molly asked.
“No, Molly. Because they’re liars. They lie to everybody. They lie to themselves. Wake up! I’ll be the best employee they ever had by last call. I could sit there at work and not do a damn thing, the same as Barb does here, and they’d convince themselves I’m their ideal employee as long as I give them something to look at once in a while. And they know if they want an eyeful of hot, sexy, Ashley, then I expect to get a raise,” Ashley said with some irritation.
“Don’t you feel funny doing that?” asked Joan.
“Doing what? Prostituting myself? Is that what you think? Grow up, Joan. What should I do? Get a job at Boobs Ahoy™? Is that all you think I’m good for? I do my job. And I like dressing like this. I look terrific. I feel terrific. I know I’m hot, sexy, and fabulous, and I like it,” Ashley was hot now in more ways than one.
I got up and went to the break room. It was getting a little too tense for me and I needed to make coffee anyway.
It wasn’t thirty seconds before Ashley walked in.
“You okay, Joe?” she asked, as she hopped up on the counter next to where I stood at the coffee maker. She put her arms behind her and leaned back. Her breasts buoyed almost at eye level for me. She crossed her legs, at what seemed to me, mid-thigh. Her right shoe dangled from her toes.
“Yeah,” I said, “I’m okay.”
She let her shoe drop.
“Could you get that for me, Joe?” she asked, in a sultry voice.
“Come on, Ashley,” I said as I picked her shoe off the floor and handed it to her. She didn’t move.
“Come on, yourself, Joe. Put it on for me. Get down on your knees and fit my shoe on my foot for me,” she commanded. “And, while you’re at it, kiss my big toe.”
I did it. I don’t know why, but I did.
“Is that how it is, Joe? I need to make you my Bitch before I’m shown proper respect?” she asked.
“Ashley, why are you doing this? You’re a sweet person, don’t do this,” I told her.
“Being sweet doesn’t seem to get me anywhere, except laughed at and puked on. Is that how you treat people that are sweet to you, Joe?” she asked quietly.
“You know I didn’t mean that. You know that, don’t you?” I asked.
“I guess so, Joe. But you made Mr. Ed feel bad, too, like he had something wrong with him because of your phobia about eating cum. That hurt me a lot to see him that way, Joe,” she was sad now.
“I’m sorry. Can we just forget it ever happened? Let’s start fresh, okay?” I pleaded softly.
“Good idea, Joe,” she said, hopping off the counter, feeling much better. “Follow me.”
She took me by the hand and we ducked into a utility room.
“Ashley?”
“Don’t worry, Joe. The girls told me to go apologize to you. They’ll give us time. Ella’s not here yet. Besides we can always say we just came in here to talk. For privacy. Now shut up, okay?”
Ashley had it all planned out.
There was a brand new mop head for the dust mop lying on a shelf. Ashley used this as a kneepad and knelt in front of me.
She fished my cock out of my pants and went to work like a pro.
It was incredible. Having Mr. Ed to practice on had made her into a virtuoso of cocksucking. It felt as though she was massaging my cock with her tonsils.
She wasn’t, technically, giving me Deep Throat. I wasn’t big enough. But this is the closest I’ve ever been to feeling what it would be like.
Then Ashley (sweet, sweet Ashley) turned her head sideways and contorted her neck. She was able to hide her lovely head in the hollow of my crotch and work her throat around my cock proper. I was getting Deep Throat! I almost lost consciousness from the shock of it first and from the pleasure of it second.
The first two deep bobs resulted in a low sucking sound like when you reach the end of your soda and you keep sucking on the straw. Then, as she achieved a proper seal for the suction, the lining of her throat seemed to detach and move of itself sliding up and down my cock!
The sensation was deafening!
Sweet Ashley! Beautiful, sweet, sweet, Ashley!
This is why Mr. Ed almost passed out all the time! It had nothing to do with the size of his penis. It had everything to do with this miracle of nature, his blessed wife and whore, Ashley!
When I finally came - it may have been two minutes or ten minutes later, who knows - her sucking action worked as a vacuum pump pulling my spunk into her. It transferred itself directly into her throat in a regular measured rhythm.
When she was finished I was out on my feet, practically unconscious. Ashley jumped up and kissed me hard, filling my mouth with the warm wetness of her - What The !?! - she had collected my cum in the back of her throat and now propelled it into my mouth. She clutched my throat in her hand and squeezed.
Reflexively I gulped.
It was all over. I had to swallow.
“Sorry, Joe. I just wanted to help you with your phobia. All right?” Ashley said.
After that amazing display of cocksucking anything would have been all right. It frightens me to think what I might agree to for a chance to experience that again.
“Sure, darling,” I said with stars swirling round my head.
Besides she was right. It wasn’t so bad. It did taste like dish soap.
Several times a night I went to the break room to make coffee.
This was the perfect time for the girls to pop in for a few minutes of alone time with me for a little personal conversation.
Vicki liked to talk seriously with me. About her hopes and dreams. I liked to listen.
Joan would mainly lean in close and just chitchat about nothing much at all; reaching out and touching me once in a while to emphasize a remark. She seemed to like being alone with a guy that wasn’t her husband even if we did nothing more than shoot the breeze together.
Ashley, of course, was the great flirt. She liked to tease.
Barb ragged on me. I partly deserved it. I took her jibes in stride for the most part.
Molly was a different story entirely. She never talked one-on-one with me at all.
Molly was certainly no shrinking violet. She schooled me right out of the box. It was her verbal taunting that set me up to get claimed by Ella.
That was out in the open in front of the others. She never talked to me at all when she wasn't in front of an audience.
Until tonight.
Molly nursed a grudge.
I expected her to say something, just the opposite happened. When she realized I'd played the bitch for everyone but her she shut down. It's no fun dropping sexual innuendoes if everyone else is actually acting out the innuendoes. She felt insulted.
Finally, she came to me with it.
“Joe,” she said, ”Why?”
“’Why’ what, Molly?”
“What’s wrong with me? Am I that disgusting?”
“Molly. Cut it out. You’re not disgusting at all,” I said. “What is this all about?”
“Forget it. You wanna play dumb? Forget it!” she stalked out.
I counted myself lucky that my sexual exploits had been kept low-key, under wraps. If Ella knew anything about it she kept it to herself.
Molly knew she was the only one I hadn’t had sex with or gone down on (not counting Barb of course). She felt left out.
But what was I supposed to do about it?
I’d gotten hustled against my will to perform for the others. They forced me, one way or another, to submit to their demands. I played their Bitch. I couldn't avoid it.
Apparently Moll expected me to seduce her somehow. But it didn’t feel right.
I talked to the girls about it.
“Well, Joe,” Joan said. ”Of course she’s going to feel a little weird. She must think you don’t find her attractive. You let the rest of us use you.”
“That's right, I got used,” I said. "I didn't instigate it. I got railroaded."
"As if you didn't enjoy it," Joan laid that out there and let it hang while all of them stared at me deadpan.
I almost started to blush.
"That's beside the point," I said. ”Besides, even if I did go down on Molly now she’d think it was just out of pity. Molly wouldn’t want that.”
“Joe,” Ashley chimed, “Like--wake up. How old are you? Now I see why you’re not still married.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry,” Ashley said. “I shouldn’t make light of your divorce, but you don’t know much about women if you think Molly wouldn’t be thrilled to have you go down on her still.”
“She acts tough, Joe,” Joan said, “But that’s just an act. It gives her a buffer zone so people don’t know her true feelings sometimes.”
“How was I supposed to know?” I said. “I can’t read women’s minds. And besides, is it my responsibility to go after her? She’s a married woman--not that that seems to carry any weight around here. And when I said all of you were hot enough to go down on I included her. I rated her as being just as edible as the rest of you. She shouldn’t feel left out.”
“Whatever!” Ashley spouted.
“Joe, if you don’t want to deal with it, just say so,” Joan said, exasperated.
This was a tough crowd. I was Ella’s Bitch. I shouldn’t have gone down on any one of them. I felt more loyalty to Ella than they did to their husbands.
Vicki hadn’t said a word as usual.
“Vicki, what do you have to say about this?” I asked.
“Well, Joe,” she started. “It’s not really fair to you, I don’t want to not consider how you feel, but you did say you wouldn’t mind, you know what I mean? You meant that, right?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Well, it would just mean so much to Molly,” Vicki said. “Because I know how she feels. She can’t ask you herself and she’s too proud to do what I did and get Joan involved. If you went to her and - uh - asked her...I know it’s not fair to you but if you did she would be so happy. You know what I mean, Joe?”
“Hmm, I guess so,” I answered.
“Joe, Saturday night we can have a little get-together at my house, “Ashley said. “We can all play some games, drink a little wine, and at some point you can pair off with Molly and go down on her there, okay? We’ll keep it real low-key.”
“Yeah?” I said.
“That’ll be perfect,” Ashley said.
“Believe me, Joe,” Joan said, “She’d go for it in a heartbeat.”
“I guess I’ll see you all Saturday night then,” I told them.
That Saturday I came in for my morning shift with Ella. But Ella was a no-show.
The only car in the Acme lot was Barb's.
Ella must be out of town, I thought, as my heart sank.
It was a few minutes before 8 a.m.,. I was right on time.
So Barb couldn't quarrel about that, at least.
"You should have gotten here early," was the first thing she said. "Morning coffee needs to be brewed and ready to drink at the start of shift. That should be done on your own time."
"I always make coffee on company time,” I said.
"Not while I'm running things,” she said.
"You don't run things. Ella’s the boss," I said.
"Not today,” Barb told me. “I'm the one in charge and things will be done my way,” she said firmly. "You got here late by mistake--fine. Quit arguing and go make the coffee."
I felt relieved to have our first confrontation out of the way. The very fact that she was confrontational put me slightly more at ease. She might have tried to change strategy and act nice. That would present a hell of a dilemma for me.
The image of me going down on Barb haunted my thoughts continually. Despite her ruthless fantasy of pegging my ass I still found her extremely attractive. Always padding around in her bare black stockings; the gleam of her gold ankle bracelet shining through; the sight of those long legs moving with such purpose; all of it generated such an incredibly decadent heat stirring inside me.
In my heart of hearts I wanted badly to bury my face deeply between Barb’s strong thighs and eat her pussy--hair and all.
I admired Barb's directness. She didn’t quibble. She told me flat out that she meant to own me.
She was honest.
When she dogged me while making coffee every night and said things like how she intended to break me down, take my manhood, and own me. I knew that she meant it. I could feel it.
And she knew she wouldn’t need a strap-on to make it happen. But I felt compelled to resist. As much as I’d love to be dominated into submission by Barb, I couldn’t allow it to happen, it would throw our office into chaos.
If the others knew I harbored serious thoughts of going down on Barb they'd brand me a traitor. They’d hate me.
Luckily for me, they hated Barb so totally that they couldn't imagine anyone being attracted to her. Their hatred blinded them from seeing that she had any positive physical attributes. They took it for granted I felt the same way they did.
Luckily, too, Barb's continual petty carping had the effect of throwing cold water on my spontaneous fantasies. That kept my hormones in check.
Barb could screw up a wet dream.
Working alone together at close quarters could be volatile. If I caved to her predatory advances she could leverage my surrender to humble the girls. If I went down on Barb even once she would gladly rub it in their faces hard. The girls would hate me as much as they hated Barb.
I would definitely have to quit.
If it were simply a matter of losing my job, I’d go down on Barb in an instant. The job itself was just a temp gig—on its own it meant nothing to me. The girls were my main concern.
Ella could find a new bitch easily enough. But Joan, Molly, Ashley, Vicki and I had developed a camaraderie the likes of which I had never experienced. The thought of hurting them and making their workplace into a place of dread bothered me deeply.
I took my time getting the coffee together. The longer I stayed away from Barb, the better.
I didn't have any real work to do. Ella usually ordered me around for awhile, then she’d do yoga, then I’d pamper her with a massage, and then she’d make me go down on her while slowly working up to a long relaxing orgasm. That, in a nutshell, was the Saturday routine.
Backing up the database and filing reports would take some time but not much. Today I would try to stretch it out but there was, at most, only an hour’s worth of actual work and four hours to fill.
I dawdled with the coffee and anxiously looked at the clock. 8:15. It's going to be a long morning, I thought.
At 8:20 I set the coffee to brewing. Then I went to the Mens room to hide out for awhile. Barb couldn't say much about that, could she? I was allowed to use the restroom, right?
Just sitting on the toilet was worse than going out on the floor and finding busy work. The stall walls seemed to close in on me. After 10 minutes I gave up and went back out.
The coffee was ready. I grabbed my cup and slowly poured the coffee.
It was almost 8:40 and I hadn’t been to my desk yet. I was getting good at this.
Then Barb burst in.
"What the hell is going on here? It's almost 9 O'clock and you haven't done a damn thing yet," she sounded upset.
Par for the course.
"I had to use the bathroom,” I said.
"For an hour?"
"And I made coffee-- it hasn't been an hour."
"You're pushin' it, Joe,” she said. "Bring me my coffee, then get to work."
"You can get your own coffee,” I said with false bravado. “I fetch coffee for Ella because she's my Boss, not you."
"Today I am Ella," she said loud and clear. "Today I am your Boss. I’m taking Ella’s place. That means I expect you to treat me the same way you treat Ella on any other day."
I blanched. The literal implications of that statement struck anxiety in my heart.
How completely did she mean to play Ella's role anyway?
I was flustered.
"Okay. I'll bring you coffee today. But that's it," trying hard not to sound like I gave in. I didn't know what else to do.
"Cream and sugar," was all she said as she turned and walked away.
As I stirred the cream and sugar into her coffee automatically my cock stiffened hard. My mind was a jumble of habitual associations. She was the acting Boss. Why shouldn’t I bring the boss coffee? Still, something seemed off.
The very act of serving Barb coffee felt like I was cheating on Ella.
It flashed in my mind to just go down on Barb and get it over with.
No, no way. It wouldn’t be right.
I decided I'd just go home if the stress gets to be too much for me. On Monday I'll tell Ella I got sick and left, that's all. I should’ve left right then.
But I didn't.
The walk to Barb’s cubicle seemed to take forever. My mind raced. My heart pounded. I was falling apart. I could barely breathe.
I finally made it. But I was crumbling. Serving coffee was the most basic part of being Ella’s Bitch. The mental link was automatic. I could steel myself against the force of Barb’s erotic pull when I had my coworkers present to back me up, being alone with Barb left me vulnerable. The silent sexual tension was killing me.
"Here's your coffee,” I said. It came out as a whisper I was so nerved up.
"What?" she asked, with irritation.
"Here’s your coffee,” I repeated louder.
"So I see...", She put the cup to her lips, took a sip, and leaned back in her chair.
I stood there. Frozen.
She put her feet up on the desk. Crossed at the ankle, her legs seemed to reach across the room. I couldn't help but look.
"You've got stuff to do, right?" she said, looking up at me with eyes as soft as I’d ever seen them. She was sizing me up.
"Yeah."
She swiveled her chair to face me as she put one foot on the floor while the other stayed on the desktop, leaving a yawning space between her knees. Her skirt fanned out and draped down slightly just barely concealing her sweet crotch.
"Well, you know what to do then, right?" she said, looking right into me.
I flinched.
"I guess so,” I said.
"Then get to it,” she said.
The span of her legs was glorious. Instantly I imagined falling to my knees, lifting her skirt out of the way, and willingly going down on her.
My head gave a quick feint toward her crotch as if my body had to relieve itself of some quantity of tension of its own accord; silently confessing my urge.
With all the strength I could muster I steadied my buckling knees and turned and bolted for my desk. Nearly falling over myself.
Barb chuckled and called after me, "Joe, make sure I have plenty of coffee every twenty minutes or so."
I didn't answer. I couldn't. I should have walked out the door.
But, I'd passed the test hadn't I?
I could last till noon.
~~~
The next hours passed uneventfully. I dragged out my work.
I refilled Barb's coffee several times.
She never looked up. Once she said, "A little less sugar next time." That was all. Oh, and "Thanks".
She always said thanks when I set her cup down.
I figured she’d be calling me “bitch” or “coffee boy” but no, she was polite and strictly professional. Ella must have given her the word to cool it and to keep her hands off me. I felt relieved.
Ironically, as my tension eased I began daydreaming about Barb. Just thinking about how things got to be so full of conflict. And how Barb became the office outcast.
Barb was bossy but that's only part of the problem. Nobody likes to be bossed around but we needed to be reminded at times that this was a place of business. The rest of us could get rowdy to the point that it disturbed whoever might be on a call. We had a tendency to extend our breaks and lunch periods if not reminded to get back to work. These were all things that Ella would have had to deal with if Barb didn’t do it for her.
Even that first night, when she eavesdropped and made the comment about ordering kneepads for me, that was a comment any one of them could have made, except maybe Vicki. It was a comment that could have drawn Barb into our friendly circle if it had been taken another way.
And though Molly was the most vocal, I think that it was Ashley that acted as the real force behind the office division that left Barb on the outside looking in.
Without a doubt Ashley set the tone for the rest of us. Her personality, her innocent way of making herself the center of attention, made her the natural leader in the group. She made it plain that she could not tolerate Barb’s unwanted authority.
Thinking about it now, I could see how the two were really very similar.
Barb threatened Ashley’s leadership within the group. Barb could not be in the room and not draw attention to herself and thus away from Ashley.
Ashley knew how to accent her body type but in plain point of fact Barb had the most perfect figure in the office.
Ella was gorgeous and had it all over Barb in terms of fashion, attitude, confidence, and the way she carried herself; Barb had no fashion sense at all and, unlike Ashley, she lacked the physical confidence to flaunt her assets --but in terms of vital statistics Barb was the winner. By my eye I had her at about 5’ 10” or maybe even 5’11” and about 38-26-37 she had it all.
I think Ashley was jealous of her. Ashley liked big men (she had Mr. Ed, didn’t she?) and I had a hunch she admired Barb’s full buxom figure, even if she could not allow herself to admit it.
With a body like Barb’s, Mr. Ed could plant his massive cock in her ass whenever he wanted. He could have anal sex anytime day or night.
The more I thought about it the more it started to make sense.
It was obvious to me that Barb would love to be accepted as one of the gang. Most of her bad attitude, which she demonstrated as she stomped around banging things in a show of anger, stemmed from the frustration she felt at not being part of the group.
I felt confident that I was right about this.
I also felt confident that Ashley is the one she would most want to be friends with. Maybe more than friends.
I saw the way Barb looked at Ashley whenever Ashley walked through the door wearing one of her hot outfits; Barb’s eyes revealed a mixture of grudging admiration and envious desire. I wasn’t sure if the desire was to be more like Ashley or to possess Ashley.
I liked Ashley in a way that verged on love. I think it was platonic love. We had been sexually intimate but that was not central to our relationship. I really cared for her in a way that had nothing to do with sex. But now, thinking about the kind of relationship Barb and Ashley might have if their true feelings were allowed to surface, I thought that Barb would come out on top. I think Ashley knew this intuitively and subconsciously kept Barb at arm’s length.
I felt as though I were betraying Ashley in some way as I fantasized about her submitting to Barb’s sexual authority. I could see her licking the nipples of Barb’s great rack the way she - Ashley - would like her own sweet nipples licked.
I could easily imagine Ashley transferring her oral genius to the feminine side of the equation. Perhaps, as she did with Ed, she could dominate the act from the kneeling position. But I couldn’t see Barb sheepishly giving in to Ashley’s demands, the way Ed did, no matter how much pleasure it held for Barb.
More likely Barb would be the one to dictate the action. She’d certainly order Ed into the mix, too.
Ashley would be forced to watch Ed easing his giant cock into Barb’s moaning body, packing himself fully into Barb’s big ass.
The thought of Barb satisfying Ed’s desire for anal sex, while Ashley stood by watching, pained me deeply. Ashley would experience the agony of her own sexual inadequacy. A concept I knew something about.
Barb would force Ashley to eat her pussy in the 69 position with Ashley on the bottom as Ed fucked Barb’s big ass doggy style from behind. As Ashley licked Barb’s wet lips and sucked her hard clit, Barb would not reciprocate the act for Ashley. She couldn’t even if she wanted to. Not while having her ass reamed by Ed’s huge prick. She’d be screaming her freaking head off with pleasure.
After climax, as Ed pulled his huge cock from Barb’s ass, would Ashley instinctively lick the length of it and take it into her cock-gobbling mouth? Could she bear the taste of Ed’s cum mixed with Barb’s shi-
"Joe! I need you. Come here!" Barb suddenly called out from her cubicle.
I awoke from my dream with a start.
There sat Barb, on top of her desk, one long leg extended out to her side with her knee crooked casually and her bare stocking foot relaxed flat against the top of the desk. She leaned back slightly, waiting for me to appear.
The other leg reached down, over the front edge of the desk, where the length of it let her toes brush the floor. O, the incredible length of it! I trembled.
"My ankle bracelet slipped. I need you to fasten it for me,” she said simply.
Standing against the desk, I bent over her ankle and started to reach toward where the bracelet lay unclasped inside her black stocking. She slid her planted foot to the desk’s edge where it brushed against my bulging fly. She rubbed her toe against me.
"I need you on your knees, Joe," she paused. "Do it--Now."
I obeyed without a second thought. I had her foot practically in my face.
Again I fumbled for the unclasped bracelet, loose inside her stocking.
For a brief second I held her perfectly tapered ankle in my hand, mere inches from my face. Its beauty singed the insides of me. I thought I was done for.
Her skirt hem lay below the sight-line between my eyes and her pussy—just barely. Involuntarily, imperceptibly (I hoped), I shifted the angle of my eyes and saw, under the hem-line, the outline of her bare white ass cheeks glowing against the dark desktop surface.
"How's it goin’ down there, Joe?" she asked.
I made no attempt to answer and she didn’t expect one. She knew.
Quietly she pulled, ever so slightly, on her skirt. (Her lovely wet sex was now laid bare, fully revealed.) I saw her womanhood in all its full vitality. Her long thin slit gleamed as its pink delicate petals relaxed their folds, its lightly dappled sweetness begging to be licked.
It was a revelation beyond compare.
The mouth-watering blush of it promised to melt in my mouth like cotton candy. Its beauty crushed my will. I had to lick her ... I had to taste her ...I had to KNOW her.
"Go ahead," she breathed. “Eat me.”
Suddenly I froze.
Alarm bells went off somewhere deep inside my consciousness. This had to be a set-up. Ella must be using Barb as a test of my submissive fidelity.
I had to get out of there NOW!
The spell was broken. I fell backwards onto the floor. I got up and ran out as Barb called out after me, “You little shit! You know you want me. You know you do! Bitch! Go fuc---“ I was out the door.
Chapter 9
After dealing with Barb Saturday morning it was time for dealing with Molly Saturday night.
I arrived at Ashley’s a little late. I wanted all the girls there before me. They could get whatever girl-talk they needed to discuss out of the way.
The girls were in the family room watching porn and drinking wine. The lights were low and they were chatting, not really paying attention to the porn video, just making comments once in a while about the action onscreen.
“Hi there, Joe,” Ashley said. She was wearing one of Mr. Ed’s T-shirts as a nightshirt with black thigh-high stockings underneath. Nothing else. “Nice of you to join us.”
The girls all greeted me warmly.
“The girls have been here for an hour already,” Ashley said. “We thought we might play some Strip Poker to warm things up. Sound good?”
“Sounds terrific,” I said. I’m very good at poker.
“Molly’s getting a case of cold feet - or cold pussy? - so you might have to go down on the rest of us first to get her in the mood,” Ashley said.
“My pleasure,” I said. “Maybe Ed can help out, too.”
“Mr. Ed’s out,” Ashley said. ”He’ll be back in a while. But the only pussy Mr. Ed gets to eat is this one.” She pulled up her nightshirt to display her bush.
“We have what I call a half-open marriage,” Ashley said. ”I get to do whoever I want and Mr. Ed gets to do me. Period.”
The girls giggled in admiration of this setup.
“Of course,” she said. ”I don’t go behind his back. I love him. You guys know that. If one of you want to suck him off tonight that’s okay with me but that’s as far as it goes.”
Joan made a yummy sound and everyone laughed.
We started the game.
Ashley lost first and she took off her nightshirt leaving her naked except for her black thigh-highs.
“I’m gonna leave these on,” she said. “Unless someone objects.”
“I sure don’t,” I said.
The girls all laughed. They were beginning to loosen up.
As we played on, the girls were all quickly down to their bra and panties while I had yet to shed a piece of clothing.
Then they attacked me en masse and took off all my clothes. Now we were all nearly naked.
A guy in the porn vid was eating pussy. This prompted Molly.
“I think I’m ready, Joe,” Molly said. ”I’d like to watch this porn while you go down on me, okay?”
“Sure,” I said.
The porn scene got Molly hotter than hot but still she seemed reticent. I kissed her belly low, just above her clit, to help her relax a little.
Gently I grasped her ass in my hands and coaxed her hips forward so that she sat back, reclined, rather than sitting upright as she had been.
I slurped Molly's juices while smacking my lips and making yummy sounds. I knew the girls were watching and I was trying to keep them all entertained. I sucked the heavy scented pussy juice noisily off her slippery lips. I licked hard on Molly’s pussy and flicked her clit at random intervals. With low groans Molly let me know she was enjoying herself.
It wasn’t long before Molly hit her climax amid the cheers of our onlookers.
Molly released the built-up tension with a strong sigh of relief. She took my head in her hands and stroked me gently, she was happy to be part of the Office Bitch’s Sex Club.
The others were now in heat.
“Gimme a taste of that, Joe,” Joan said, locking me in a deep French kiss. ”Hmm. Molly tastes great.”
Vicki and Ashley wanted a taste also and agreed with Joan. Very tasty.
The video now showed a lesbian scene. A brunette was going down on a blonde.
“You guys all like the taste of pussy, right?” I asked. “Does that mean you’d go down on another woman?”
“I’ve never eaten another woman, but I let some babe eat me once,” Ashley said, raising some eyebrows.
“It was one of those days when I was, like, dressed to kill. You know?” Ashley asked.
We knew.
“It was this chick at my insurance office. A really big breasted brunette about my height and weight looking hotter than hell and smiling right at me,” Ashley said and seeing our reaction added. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, that’s what I thought too, it was like looking into a mirror. I thought it’d be like getting it on with myself almost.
“She came on to me,” Ashley said. “She said I looked good enough to eat. Mr. Ed was home so I invited her back here so he could watch. My pussy is a little flexible from Mr. Ed’s big cock. So this chick was able to fist me while she licked my clit. It was soo good. I came big-time. Of course, Mr. Ed was hot, too, so he fed me his cock while this girl went down on me. So that helped get me off also.”
The girls were panting. I was panting.
“But I didn’t return the favor,” she said. ”I mean I like the taste of pussy juice--like Molly’s tasted super. But doing oral on another chick is not my thing. It’s not like I’m a prude, y’know? Like - I didn’t have a problem letting that babe eat me.”
She paused.
“Maybe, Ella,” Ashley thought. ”When I’m old like that I hope I’m like her. She is so sharp. She is so beautiful. She just has that amazing power about her, that attitude. It’s like anything she wants, you KNOW she’s gonna get it. She’s like the perfect female. That turns me on like crazy. When she stuck up for me against the Dork that night she got me so hot. I would have gone down on her that night, for sure. I’m pretty sure I could go down on her now. Like if I walked into her office and she said, “Eat me.” I think I’d be all over her pussy. It’d be like I was tapping into her source of power. By going down on her I feel like I’d be energizing both of us and drawing on her feminine strength.“
“That’s exactly the way I feel about you, Ashley,” Vicki said quietly. We had all been listening dreamily to Ashley. Now we woke up.
Vicki looked expectantly at her heroine, hoping Ashley would grant her wish.
Ashley walked out of the room and came back wearing her platform stiletto heels. She sat in the only armchair in the room and flung her leg over the arm. Looking very Domme in her black stockings and platform shoes.
She looked directly at Vicki and commanded, “Bitch! Get your ass over here and eat me out. Now!”
Vicki crawled over to her and Ashley said, ”Start licking.”
Vicki obeyed, sliding the wet pinkness of her tongue up and down the long wet slit of Ashley’s pussy. Vicki locked eyes with Ashley as she went down on her. Admiring the form and figure of her Mistress.
Molly and Joan were ready to explode with arousal but they were not sure what to do next. So I tried to set an example.
“May I join in, Mistress Ashley?” I asked, kneeling at Ashley’s side.
“Suck my left tit, Bitch.” I sucked on her nipple.
“May I, too, Mistress?” Joan said, kneeling near Ashley’s right breast.
“Lick my nipple, Bitch,” Ashley granted. Joan licked at Ashley’s right nipple while I sucked on her left.
Molly was feeling left out like always. She waited for Ashley to say, Don’t just sit there, kiss my toes, before she wholeheartedly joined in.
Molly removed Ashley’s shoe and commenced kissing and licking her stocking feet and toes.
We settled into a feeding frenzy of sensual delight.
Ashley was the Queen Bee of raw sex-honey. We drank her sweetness. We bathed in her tastes and smells.
Ed walked in at the peak pitch of our Ashley-inspired orgy.
Tearing out of his pants he joined the fray. Standing just over Ashley’s shoulder he placed the engorged head of his stiff pole at Ashley’s lips. She accepted it like a dog accepting a chew toy. Bringing Ed a mixture of dull pain and intense pleasure.
I gave up my station at Ashley’s tit to Molly as we switched positions.
As I kissed Ashley’s foot in humble adoration Vicki paused going down on Ash long enough to coax me in back of her as she knelt. “Fuck me from behind, Joe,” she told me.
I obeyed her command and sank my cock softly into Vicki’s sweet virgin pussy, fucking her doggie style.
We all communally continued with much moaning and sighing and grimacing smiles.
Ashley released Joan and Molly to take over sucking Ed’s cock. The three of them moved to the sofa to continue.
Soon Ashley came in Vicki’s mouth while Vicki came on my cock, still hard inside her.
Ashley got down on all fours and had me do anal. I was still well lubed with Vicki’s juices and my cock slid gingerly into Ashley’s tiny ass. I pumped her ass to her great pleasure. Luckily, I hadn’t yet cum.
Ed playfully teased the ladies tonguing at his balls and cock.
Vicki kept jostling for position with Molly and Joan on Ed’s bulbous cockhead. When she finally had clear passage its sheer size challenged her eagerness. On her first attempt she was unable to get her precious lips around the incredible girth of it. Ed would shift or Joan or Molly would lean in to lick at the side of his shaft and it would pop out of Vicki’s lips before she could wrap them around his member.
With a burst of determination born of curious need Vicki grasped Ed’s shaft in both hands and forced the massive thing into her mouth with a brisk shove.
Vicki now sucked hard on the cock. Pulling her mouth over it as much as she was pulling Ed into her. She could feel the lining of her throat try to collapse into her mouth as the vacuum of her sucking pulled her inside lining toward the sides of his cock.
Ed smiled at the sensations this created and the memories of Ashley’s first attempts at deep-throating.
Joan and Molly were satisfied to suck and nibble at the shaft and balls of Ashley’s giant soul mate.
Each had had their turn at the head of his penis, they were content now to let the novice earn her baptism.
Ed’s massive balls readied to pump cum out his massive member.
“Ready, Vicki, hon?” Joan asked. “He’s about to let loose. Try and use your tongue a little so it doesn’t shoot cum straight down your throat and gag you, darling.”
Vicki nodded as she bobbed her head. She was ready.
Ed then came.
Vicki took the first burst like a champ. Timing it perfectly she caught the bulk of his issue in her mouth. She pulled Ed out, just getting a backwash of a few gobs on her cheeks.
Joan let Molly have the next load though she very much wanted to take the man’s climax at full force.
Joan opted for taking the last of Ed’s load after Molly got her shot.
Ed’s oversized balls still had plenty of what Joan wanted. She wanted to feel his pumping member throbbing in her throat. She wasted no time now with pleasantries. Greedily she gobbled the cock shoving it down her throat as her own orgasm gave way.
The cock throbbed along her tonsils as her loins erupted in ecstasy. It was too much to sustain and she dropped to the floor smiling beatifically.
Molly and Vicki had been trading cum-soaked spit. They went to where Joan lay and they kissed her and rubbed her back making sure she was okay.
Ashley and I rocked softly and alternately I kissed and nibbled at her earlobe. We were in a comfort zone, a holding pattern just at the edge of orgasm.
Ed came over and fed Ashley his limp cock. She sucked it past her tonsils in one smooth movement. Her lips now stretched around the base of Ed’s cock. It soothed her like a pacifier. Its warm fullness made her feel secure.
I kissed along her neck tracing the bulging outline Ed’s cock made. Ashley hummed with satisfied delight as I added to her contentment with this novel twist.
The faint rumblings of orgasm rippled through her body and I came with them.
As she suckled Ed’s cock, I kissed at her neck, and gentle waves of warmth and tranquility extended throughout our bodies.
~~~
In the afterglow of our orgy we sat and talked. Ashley put some music on low and turned off the porn video.
The girls had more wine and Ed and I had beers.
It was a very pleasant scene. Vicki sat at Ashley’s feet and attended to her needs whenever she wanted more wine or to turn the lights down or whatever.
Vicki was continuing to play the submissive to Ashley’s Mistress.
Ashley played along stroking Vicki’s hair as though she were her pet or holding out her foot for Vicki to caress or kiss or suck toes.
Ed obviously approved. He liked Vicki right from the start and would welcome any kind of relationship the girls might have in mind.
Molly and, especially, Joan were concerned about Vicki’s behavior.
They had both enjoyed playing the role of lesbian submissives themselves, during our orgy, but they were afraid Vicki was unable to handle the emotion of the night. They wondered if Ashley wasn’t taking advantage of her.
“Vicki,” said Joan, ”don’t you think you’re carrying this a bit too far?”
“What do you mean?” Vicki asked.
“Well, this whole Mistress/Bitch thing,” Joan said. “It was fun while it lasted but now it’s over, don’t you think?”
“No,” Vicki said. “I know you mean well but I’m an adult. I might as well tell you, now that you took me out of character. I just wanted to know what it would be like to be owned by someone like Ashley. Just for one night, okay? I’m not going to get all leathered out and break out the whips and chains, you know what I mean?
“Ashley is just so confident and so sweet. I trust her. She wouldn’t hurt me. I wanted for one whole night to give in to that trust and be possessed by her. I felt like maybe that confidence she has, and her sense of trust, might rub off on me. You know what I mean? All of you must think I’m a real loser.”
Of course we didn’t but we were at a loss for words.
Ashley stood up and pulled Vicki up to her.
“You are so beautiful, my darling Vicki,” Ashley said looking deep into her eyes. Adding, ”My beautiful Mistress Vicki.”
Vicki beamed as the thought sank in.
“May I lay you here, my Mistress?” Ashley asked, helping Vicki to a spot in the middle of the floor where a bed sheet had been laid out.
Ashley then tenderly began kissing Vicki from her feet to her thighs as she ran her hands over the gentle flesh of her Mistress.
“May I lick, my Mistress?”
“Eat my pussy, Bitch!” Vicki commanded, getting into character and making us all grin in admiration.
Ashley went to work tenderly, forcefully, going down on Vicki. Burying her face in the soft wet offering of Vicki’s youthful bloom.
“You do that so well, my Bitch,” Vicki said.
Ashley ate Vicki with energy and improvisation. She held nothing back. Vicki’s only other oral experience had been our encounter on the street outside her Aunt's house. That, for obvious reasons, hardly counted.
Now Ashley showed Vicki, and all of us for that matter, what it really meant to eat pussy. To get right down in it and eat like an animal. Eat like a whore. Eat like a lady. She did it all. This was no showpiece. She was giving Vicki a tongue-lashing she would never forget.
For once in her life Vicki felt special. She couldn’t help it. She was forced to accept the fact that she deserved to be loved. Grateful tears of joy welled in her eyes as she looked at Ashley blissfully licking on her body. Ashley, her hero, was now going down on her, eating her wet pussy, pleasuring her!
As Vicki writhed in the agony of ecstasy, Ashley paused to let Vicki’s body catch up with the sensations it was feeling.
Ashley moved up and licked at Vicki’s breasts.
“Vicki, my darling, your breasts are so sweet, so tender. Does it please you when I lick them?” she asked, making Vicki consciously think of what was happening. Letting her know that this was no dream.
“Very much so, my darling...continue, my sweet - my Bitch - Ashley,” Vicki said.
Vicki moaned low, long and hard as Ashley slowly traversed the landscape of Vicki’s skin with her tongue and lips.
With one long luscious lick, Ashley slowly dragged her tongue up Vicki’s body and along her neck, before she softly slid her wet tongue into the opening of Vicki’s ear. The mild, tickling warmth lent a savoring intimacy to the proceedings.
Now Ashley lightly kissed Vicki’s cheek and face with fluttering butterfly kisses before pulling Vicki’s head gently back and exposing her open mouth. Ashley ran the tip of her tongue along the ridge of Vicki’s upper teeth. She looked into her mistress’s eyes - asking permission - before plunging her tongue into the open mouth and locking lips.
Vigorously they kissed with the urgency of the moment. There would be no repeat of this night--no matter what the future held for them. With this kiss they meant to hold the moment suspended. This would be their memento to share, always, from this time onward.
As she returned to servicing her mistress’s clit, Ashley knew that orgasm was imminent. Wishing to prolong the event Ashley looked up from between Vicki’s thighs and asked, ”Mistress Vicki would you like me to lick you in back?”
The rest of us had been masturbating as the scene unfolded.
We looked on as Vicki replied, “Yes, my wonderful Bitch. Eat my fucking asshole!”
Molly burst into climax right then. Cumming hard.
Joan too lost it. Cumming with a vengeance.
Vicki rolled to her belly.
Ashley began kissing the lovely young ass cheeks of her dear Mistress Vicki.
Vicki’s tender bottom was awash with the flavors of her drooling pussy. Her ass crack especially had collected the liquid substance that now lent flavor to Ashley’s tender probing.
Vicki moaned loudly as her Bitch found anal entry with her velvety tongue tip.
That’s when I lost my load.
We were all captivated by the scene before us.
Ashley twirled her tongue around the rim of Vicki’s tight asshole as Vicki raised her head and shoulders off the floor and screamed “Ohhhh-Ahhhhh-Ohhhhh My Bitch! My Wonderful Beautiful Bitch!”
Ed shot his wad straight in the air at this point. Joan tried to catch it in her mouth on the way down but missed.
The tantalizing torture continued as Ashley gently pried apart Vicki’s sweet cheeks and drove her tongue along the crevice with warm, wet pressure. Vicki moaned and then let out a yelp of excruciating pleasure as the moist warmth of Ashley’s wet tongue passed over the prime part of her ass crack, licking her butthole. Ashley then slid her tongue deep inside Vicki’s ass as Vicki struggled against its warmth. Its maddening power to titillate.
Skyrockets fired along the surface of Vicki’s brain as Ashley plugged her tongue into the richly erogenous area of Vicki’s anal cavity. Vicki twisted and writhed in an effort to send the detonating impulses of her brain to the incredible sensations bombarding her asshole.
“Make me cum, Bitch! Make me cum! Do it! Now! I need to cum!” Vicki was desperate for release.
With that, Ashley plunged her warm wet tongue vigorously in and out of Vicki’s butthole while rubbing Vicki’s clit with one hand and finger-fucking Vicki’s pussy with the other.
Vicki came.
With an ungodly scream of triumph, surrender and infinite pleasure, Vicki came.
~~~
During the next week at work you could see the girls had a new energy about them.
Vicki especially seemed to come out of her shell and spoke with confidence and force. None of them seemed as bothered by Barb’s poor attitude as they usually were. Even Ashley, showing a new more tolerant side of herself, let Barb mouth off to her on a few occasions without talking back.
It was a pleasure to be around these women.
No one directly mentioned the orgy but they did refer many times to “Saturday Night” in a way that left only the details to the imagination.
Ella had to know I’d broken my submissive pact with her. Still, she hadn’t yet let on.
Friday night the girls were going out to a club. This wasn’t the first time they met for a drink, obviously, but you would not have known that by the way they acted. They were positively giddy as they primped to get ready.
They each brought a change of clothes to work (except Ashley who came in dressed-to-kill). Joan and Molly looked sensational in short skirts and hot heels. I realized this was the first time I saw them dressed in anything but slacks or pant suits. They must have put on push-up bras too. They looked perky, if you know what I mean.
But the real transformation was Vicki. She looked absolutely stunning. The classic metamorphosis of the office mouse into the sexy fox. Ashley had given her some fashion tips that were paying big time dividends. And now she had the attitude to carry it off. We all fawned over her new look.
“You guys be careful now, okay?” I told them as they punched out and were ready to leave.
“We will.” They told me.
“You guys look terrific but don’t get carried away, all right?”
“I, for one, plan on getting carried away," said Joan, as she kissed my cheek and stroked my crotch. "Preferably by a tall, dark, and handsome, Neanderthal.”
They laughed.
“We’ll be cool,” Ashley said, kissing me on the cheek.
Molly gave a tender peck also, “We’ll behave,” she said.
Vicki laid one on me. A jolting smacker, tongue and all.
“Just warming up, Joe,” she said. “Thanks for caring,” she added.
They left.
The time clock was just inside the break room. As I turned to go to Ella’s office she was standing there, with Barb, just a few feet from where the girls and I had been talking.
She retreated into her office. Slamming the door.
Barb walked to the time clock and punched out. She left the office.
I was now alone with Ella.
Ella knew I’d betrayed her.
I hoped she'd let me explain.
She didn't want an explanation. She didn't want to forgive me. She wanted only one thing: Obedience.
She had a backlog of anger to work through.
I expected the full-on Strap-on Treatment that Ashley’s Dork got. When I broached my squeamish concern Ella honestly had no idea what I was talking about. Barb had made the whole thing up just to scare me. They never messed with the Dork from corporate.
Ella ordered me to lie on my back on the floor. She mounted my face, positioning herself on all fours in the 69 position, to rub her pussy into my mouth. All I could see was her ass.
“Joe, since you are so obviously jaded with our stale routine I thought we’d try something new,” she said.
“Okay,” I replied.
“I’m thrilled to have your blessing, Joe." Sarcasm did not suit Ella. “I didn’t ask your approval, Bitch,” she snarled. “Now shut up, lay there, show me some tongue, and don’t move.”
I obeyed.
Ella ground her hips into me. Working her pussy hard against my mouth and tongue as she asked, "Isn't this comfy, Bitch? Don't I always treat you right? But why am I asking you? Being my Bitch wasn’t enough. You’d rather be the Office Bitch than my Bitch alone.
“Perhaps I wasn't rough enough. Is that it?" then she began violently flipping her hips. Her pubes thrashed roughly over my lips, tongue, and face causing micro-abrasions. It hurt. She must really be angry because this had to be painful for her, too.
Her bush soon became saturated with natural lubricant as her slippery juice eased the painful friction. I started to enjoy her rough ride whether Ella was angry or not.
Ella was holding off her climax to prolong my humiliation. She moaned with a vengeance. She ached with restraint until she could hold back no longer. We came simultaneously. Her cum drenched my face stinging the tiny scratches she’d made. She let her body go slack, then I felt her tensing again, as she peed on my face, and into my mouth.
Ella noticed the cum stains of my orgasm bleeding through my light khaki slacks.
“Joe’s got happy pants,” Ella said. “I should have known you’d enjoy getting peed on, you nasty little slut.”
She scowled at me with a purely disgusted sneer on her face.
“You can leave now, Joe,” she said. “Get some rest. You’re going to need it, Bitch. Come in tomorrow around noon."
~~~
I got to the office a little before noon the next day and let myself in.
Ella wasn't there yet. I got busy with the database.
Minutes later, Ella walked in.
"A special guest is coming in any moment, Joe," She paused. "I expect you to show her your best 'Bitch' behavior. In fact, I demand it. I’ve gone to a lot of expense to get her to do me this favor. I expect your utter compliance. Whatever she says goes. Capisce?" She paused, again.
“Yes, Ella,” I nodded.
"I've got errands to run. Ciao, Bitch," Ella turned and left.
I instantly sized things up. Ella must have hired an actual paid professional Dominatrix to come in and work me over.
I had it coming. I deserved to take my lumps. There was nothing to stop me from leaving. But I'd gone all-in down this submissive bitch rabbit-hole to this point, I needed to let it play out to the end.
I’d happily deal with the professional hardcore abuse of a hired Dominatrix if it would square things with Ella.
Maybe Ella and I could move on from there to a new stage in our relationship. Maybe she'd dole me out to the entire office. That made sense.
I heard steps on the stairs and went in the mens room to get myself together.
I heard the hired Domme walk into Ella's office and shut the door.
I splashed water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. I took a couple of deep breaths and then I was ready.
I opened the door to Ella's office and…Barb was there.
Ella spent the entire morning garnering Barb a total professional makeover. Clothes, hair, make-up---the works.
Her normally straight blonde hair was now coifed in the perfect style
for highlighting her features. The kind of personalized look that
Her eyebrows were plucked and a little mascara and charcoal eye shadow gave her eyes a smoldering dramatic quality that I'd never seen before.
Ella chose the perfect Armani suit to accent Barb's height and power. The top under her jacket was like a fine silk camisole. Showing plenty of skin. Barb’s soft peaches and cream complexion reminded me of the creamy softness of Ashley’s fine ass.
Her tight skirt’s high hem barely showed below the jacket. Those thighs were superb in nude stockings. I'd always believed that Barb's black nylons were just about the sexiest things she wore. But now, seeing her like this, I couldn't imagine a more exciting way to show off her fabulous thighs.
Her expertly tailored suit displayed her hot body better than the
slinkiest
Barb's everyday work clothes, her loose tops and big pleated skirts, only hinted at the curves underneath. This outfit displayed her luscious contours nicely. Barb’s waist actually tapered into a breathtaking cinch. You had to see it to believe it.
I could feel myself crumpling under the magnificence of Barb's rare beauty. It was pulverizing to behold.
Now, finally, after all this time, after steeling myself against the true nature of my submissive feelings for so long, I could finally let go. I could marvel unabashedly at her statuesque beauty and give in to the erotic pull of this incredibly edible Amazon.
The jig was up. However she wished to use me I was all hers, my ass included; it was no contest.
The thing that really set it off, on top of everything else, were her five-inch black patent leather stilettos. Just like Ella's but Ella's heels didn't make her six-foot-two. Barb's did.
"Omigod, Barb," I caught my breath. I was panting. "Jeezus. You are so totally gorgeous. You are Fucking-g… spectacular."
I flung myself at her feet and began kissing her shoes. Her ankles. Her knees.
"You're so incredible it’s unbelievable. You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," I knelt before her, hugging her thighs. Pressing my cheek to the front of her skirt. "I don't deserve the privilege of looking at you. It’d be a privilege if someone as awesome as you would even spit on me. I'll do anything you say, whatever you want. I'm your total Bitch from here on out. I'll be your Rock Bottom Sissy Bitch forever. You are beyond perfect!"
I could not possibly be coy at a time like this. I wanted Barb to have complete triumph over me. Total unconditional surrender. She deserved nothing less.
She palmed my forehead and shoved me to the floor. I lay there sniveling.
Wait. I wasn't sniveling.
It was Barb that was crying. Not me.
"You Bastard! I knew some nasty shit was brewing. You and Ella set me up good, didn't you? I should never have let her dress me up in this ridiculous monkey suit. I let her mess with my hair and paint my face---I'm like a clown on stilts in these shoes. I'm homely enough as it is. But that wasn't enough for you, was it? You had to turn me into a joke. And I was dumb enough to play along. Common everyday humiliation wasn’t enough for you, you two had to go and make a big production out of it.
“You threw yourself at everyone else in the office but me. They barely winked at you and you fell, face-down, in their slimy cunts. I practically forced myself on you but you wouldn't lick my pussy when I put it right in your face. They won and I lost and all of them lorded it over me. They rubbed my face in humiliation. All of you. I was the office loser and everyone let me know it.
"And still it wasn't enough. But did you have to go this far out of your way just to prank me? I hate you!"
It took me a few seconds to realize she was serious.
The situation was so utterly bizarre, so surreal, I couldn't cope with it. Trying to make sense of what just happened clashed headlong with reality. I finally let loose and confessed my true feelings for her, emotions that I never fully realized I had, and she thinks I’m pranking her! I’d never been more honest about anything in my life.
The irony was just too much.
I lay doubled over on the floor in a fit of deranged laughter--I was hysterical---my body wracked. My inner upheaval left me temporarily insane.
Barb blanched white. I can only imagine what she was thinking at that point. She kicked off her heels and ran out of the office, sobbing.
~~~
Ella returned soon after.
“What happen, Joe?” she asked. “Did Barb use you so hard you wore her out?”
“I don’t think she planned to stay once she was through,” I told her.
“Joe, was I horrid? You enjoyed Barb, I’m sure, but was I horrible last night with how I acted?” she asked me.
“No. I didn’t mind,” I said “except I’m sorry I made you so angry. I pledged to be exclusive and I screwed up. You deserved to be angry.”
“I was jealous more than angry,” she said. “I knew you’d be accosted by the girls. It was common knowledge you wanted to go down on them. They were bound to grind you down. It was inevitable.”
“Then why'd you make them off-limits?” I asked.
“Simply to stave off the inevitable. Framing our Boss/Bitch relationship how I did simplified things. It was efficient.
“It was wrong of me to be so selfish,” Ella said. ”I doubted they could handle it. I was sure they’d get catty toward one another and be jealous. They were beautiful. I was the only jealous one here at the end.”
I listened with admiration.
“It was fun being stern with you,” she said. “I knew you loved it. Whether you knew it or not yourself at the time. Even peeing in your face like that.” She went on.” I’m truly sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I was being mean. But even with that... you liked it. I can’t believe you came in your pants. That did surprise me, Joe.”
“I didn’t especially like it, Ella,” I told her, “not in the sense of being especially turned-on by it, but some women pee a little whenever they orgasm. I’m fairly used to it. And, you may not have noticed, but I almost always get an orgasm from having your pussy in my face.”
Ella's face lit up.
“I go to sleep at night without brushing my teeth just to have your taste and smell on me,” I told her. ”And many times I wake up dreaming about licking you and I need to masturbate before I can sleep again.”
“Joe, you really surprise me,” she beamed.
“Lie down, Joe”
Ella pulled down my pants and mounted my cock. Just the sight of my beautiful Ella, whom I worshipped, guiding my cock inside her, took my breath away.
I felt like King of the World. Ella was the tightest and surest woman I'd ever been inside of.
Her tiny box made my cock fit snug. Her cock-riding made me get off quickly.
“That's your best feature, Joe,” Ella said, “you know how to lay back and let a girl have her way with you.”
I went and cleaned myself up then made us a pot of coffee. Ella had said there were some things she wanted to discuss about us going forward.
When I returned to her office Ella was just hanging up the phone, "Joe, what the hell did you do to that girl?"
"What girl?"
"Barb. I gave her a call to chat and see how things went between you two. She is furious. I explained that it was no practical joke. She's settled down now but what in heaven’s name did you do to get her into such a state?"
"Nothing,” I said. “I completely surrendered. I threw myself at her feet and pledged to honor the ground she walked on."
"I know that,” Ella said. “I mean what did you do to her previously that made her think you were joking today?"
"Nothing really, except for the fact that I never gave in to my urge to go down on her. I don't know how I resisted but somehow I did and when I finally caved I totally collapsed. Barb never realized how long and how badly I've ached to submit to her.
“I’ve always been attracted to her,” I said, “but with all of the bad blood between Barb and the others, I kept my distance just to keep peace in the workplace. The way things shook out she’s the only one here at ACME that I never had any kind of sex with.
"I always knew she was hot but that makeover blew me away. By the time I finished giving her the ‘once over’ I was unconscious. Completely zoned out. I expected your special guest would be a hardcore whip-toting Dominatrix or some such thing.
"Talk about sensory overload! That's what crushed me. The double shock of not expecting to be turned out to Barb, which would be overwhelming enough, but on top of that, Barb looking so damn extra-gorgeous. I could've had heart failure. It’s a miracle I didn’t.
"What was up with the makeover, anyway? Barb didn't seem at all
comfortable in that outfit but she looked hot enough to melt rock. She packed
heat like
Ella laid it out for me: "I gave Barb the new floor supervisor position. Acme authorized another spot on the corporate payroll. Barb has been helping out. She's been acting supervisor and keeping things organized for months now. She's been my unsung hero around here. I treated her to a makeover as a ‘thank you’ present. It was supposed to be a reward for all she's done for me. I knew you'd flip but this is ridiculous."
"What about the others?” I asked.
"Acme only authorized one position,” Ella said.
"I mean how are they going to take this? Won't they all quit? They hate Barb."
"They don't hate Barb,” Ella said. “Vicki actually likes the way Barb runs things. She'll be relieved. Joan is neutral. The new position could've potentially been Joan's if she had ambitions to enter management. She's happier being just one of the gang. She's been a supervisor before and she hated it. She likes being helpful but doesn't like ordering people around. I think she and Barb will manage just fine.
"Ashley and Molly have issues with Barb but they don't 'Hate' her. They mainly had a problem with her acting like a boss when, officially, she really wasn't. This resolves things with Ashley I'm sure. She'll enjoy being able to go along with Barb's supervision without losing face.
"Molly's the wild card. It's her personality more than anything else. She'll be the squeaky wheel around here no matter who's in charge. It's just her way. But she'll get along."
"Where's that leave you and me?" I asked.
"You'll still go down on me if I want. Just not nearly as often as before. No more coming in on Saturdays for you. It was fun while it lasted.
"But don't worry, Joe, Barb will keep you busy. She owns you now. She'll make better use of you than I ever did.
"The truth is, Joe, you've restored my faith in men in general. I want to share that kind of feeling with someone that isn't a total submissive bitch.
"Don't get me wrong, Joe, I like you personally and I sure as hell liked using your oral skills but, romantically speaking, no matter how well you played your role as my bitch, you are still just a bitch, not full-fledged partner or husband-type material.
"Don't frown, Joe. You're a damn good Bitch when you stick with the program. The best I've ever used.
"There were times when it felt like you were reading my mind while you went down on me. You are the perfect Bitch to get head from, Joe.
"But you're too much Bitch for me, Joe,” Ella said. “It’s my fault really. A good clit licking now and then is all I really need. I get my fill of bossing people around just going about my business. You're too needy for me, Joe. You need full-time supervision. 24/7. The kind I'm not willing to give you."
"And Barb will?" I asked.
"I believe so. Or else she can divide your services between the rest of our crew and let them have a go at keeping you in line whenever she needs to."
"What makes you think I need that?" I asked.
"Joe, if I wasn't enough for you, and it's obvious I wasn't, then you need that. Believe me you do. You'll feel better once you fully embrace your true inner kink and go all the way into it. Let yourself be completely submissive and enter The Life once and for all.
"You are never as happy as when you are put to hard use. You come alive. You bloom.
"Now go take Barb her shoes. It'll be a good excuse to get you two talking again."
Barb’s place was a nice little bungalow.
I pressed her doorbell with her stilettos in hand.
No one answered. Then, coming up the walk behind me, she said, "Don’t tell me now you’re selling high-end slut shoes door-to-door?"
Barb had a bowling bag in one hand and a six pack of beer in the other. She looked a mess. I mean she looked great but all disheveled and sweaty in her bowling gear.
Her hair was tucked haphazardly under a snapback trucker cap. She wore a sloppy unbuttoned multi-colored bowling shirt over her loose turtleneck top. A fanny pack around her waist, pouch in front, piled an extra layer of inches around her middle.
Dark blue men’s work pants, that were way too big for her, were cinched high on her waist by a raggedy looking thick black leather belt.
She was still wearing her bowling shoes for gosh-sakes.
"Hi,” I said. “Ella asked me to drop off these heels and maybe we could talk.”
"Yeah, Ella explained about what happened,” she said. “It’s lucky for you that I believe her. Come on in and have a beer," she said, plopping the bowling bag down then continuing on to the kitchen. "Grab a seat on the couch."
She put the six-pack in the fridge and brought me a bottle.
"Here,” she said, handing me a beer.
Standing over me she took another long slug of her cold brew. "Ahh, that tastes so good. I don't drink much. Gotta watch my girlish figure but tonight I'm celebrating."
"Congratulations," I said. “You deserve the promotion.”
Barb sat down hard in a soft easy chair, "Thanks, Joe." She kicked off her shoes and told me, "You know, believe it or not, Joe, I liked you at first sight. You're a loyal guy and a team player. I could see it right off. You just got recruited by the wrong team."
"Same here,” I told her. “When I first saw you I was scared but very impressed. I shouldn't have shot my mouth off that first night. I'm sorry things got out of hand. I mean, I know I insulted you, but I really didn’t mean it. I was just playing around.
“The truth is, I messed up,” I told her. “It’s just like you said, I hooked up with the wrong team. I didn't know their feud would be as brutal as it turned out.”
“Is that so?” she said, with an ironic sneer.
“Your attitude didn't help any,” I added. “You called me on the carpet within 5 minutes of being at ACME. I thought you were gonna fire me. I wanted to go down on you so bad right there—if you’d taken me into your cubicle I might have. But you were such a cut and dried hard-ass. At that point I was more worried about losing my job than anything else.
Then I made a confession, “More so than anyone except, of course, Ella, I dreamed of eating pussy for you. I liked flirting with Ashley but, Ella aside, I'd have loved to go down on you the most. I can't believe you didn't see that."
"Let me see…." She furrowed her brow in mock concentration. "How did I miss that? Hmm, the fact that, at the drop of a hat, you ate pussy for our entire office, each one separately, then all of them together, yet when I shoved my wet pussy right in your face you turned and ran the other way? Huh? Do you think that might have caused me not to see it, Joe. Do ya?"
"It wouldn't have worked out at the time," I said. "The office would have been thrown into chaos."
"Sure, Joe,” she said. “I know, you were just too worried about everyone’s feelings, everyone’s feelings but mine."
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I’m such a fucking coward.”
"You were so afraid the girls would freak out if you went down on me,” she stated. ”that’s why you didn't want to chance it, right? But I could’ve forced you to be my slut if I wanted to. I just didn’t try.”
"How would you do that?”
"Take Joan for instance,” Barb said. “I know her husband. We bowl at the same lanes. We kid around a lot. I'm his idea of a wet dream--a big-busted broad with a 200 average—he gets all hot and bothered every time he sees me. I could fuck him like that. (Snaps her fingers.) He has no idea I work with his wife. How do you think Joan would feel if I banged her husband then waltzed in the next day and laid that on her?
"She'd be crushed,” Barb answered her own question. “If I gave you the choice of becoming my boytoy or Joan getting crushed you'd be my bitch in no time. And you know it.
"Or, as another example, let's take Vicki. I know Ashley’s your favorite, but you probably feel more protective of Vicki because she’s so young and innocent and everything.
"Anyway, you don't notice but none of the others use the Ladies Room if they know I'm in there. Except for Vicki. She makes puppy eyes at me, wanting to be my friend, hoping I'll confide in her. I hate that look she gives me. She feels sorry for me. It’s enough to make a grown woman puke.
"Anyway, what do you think would happen if I squirted a few tears at her. Told her how much it hurts inside to be hated by the whole office yadda yadda? It wouldn’t take much for her to go down on me just to comfort me. Or maybe I'd even go down on her. Either way, I could gain her trust and then laugh in her face and call her a slut. It bugs you just thinking about it, doesn't it, Joe? If it kept sweet little Vicki from getting hurt--you'd have knelt and licked me for sure, wouldn't you Bitch? We both know you would.”
“I dunno,” I vacillated, but she damn well knew it was true.
"Joe,” Barb continued. “You'd do whatever I say to save those broads from shedding one single tear.
"I wouldn’t bother with Molly,” Barb said. “She gets a pass. She’s messed up enough without me running a game on her. If she couldn't run her mouth everyday she'd go nuts. I'd leave her be.
"But Ashley… you know Mr. Ed calls her nearly every night, right? Yeah. It's amazing how often he calls when she's away from the phones—off somewhere talking to you. Yeah. I have plenty of time to chat with Ed before Ashley picks up the page, that is… if I remember to page her.
"Funny how much Ed and me have in common,” Barb went on. “Loners like Ed and me don't like being teased and drawing attention to ourselves. Especially when you're a kid and you develop faster than everybody else. Showering after gym class was the pits. Can you imagine how Ed felt? I can sympathize. I can relate. I could ask him out for a quick drink, to give him a shoulder to cry on, I’d have him eating out of the palm of my hand--and eating my pussy, too--before he ever knew what hit him.
"He loves Ashley like it's a disease. No doubt. But I could play his ass for a little action. I could tell him how Ashley wouldn't mind if he just this one time helped me out. After all, she's out doing her own thing, right?
"You see, Ashley's not the most sympathetic creature. She likes drawing attention to herself. She has no idea what it's like for a guy like Ed. I do. She'd freak if she even knew I was friendly with him. Imagine if I got him in the sack? That skinny wench would come unglued. Isn’t that right, Joe?”
I just stared past her.
“You’d do anything to keep that from happening. You know you would.”
She paused a beat or two.
"But I'm not like that. I can't use emotional blackmail to get what I want. It's not in me. That’s not who I am…. And neither are you, Joe. That's why I like you. You care about people."
I just looked at her not really knowing what to make of all this.
“I’m not so sure,” I told her.
"Stop being modest. I'm trying to bury the hatchet and get on with us becoming super special pals."
She took a swig of beer. Then she absent-mindedly commented on how uncomfortable the expensive stiletto shoes Ella had brought for her were.
“Look at these feet," she said, pulling off a sock. "No chance of getting that one down your throat, eh Joe? Hell, if I could, I'd wear bowling shoes all the time."
I nodded as she talked. I didn't know what to say.
She looked over at me and said, "Try 'em on. It’ll give you an idea what I'm talking about."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm curious to see if they fit. I’ll bet they do. Put 'em on and see what they feel like. They're torture devices. Women's shoes suck."
It's weird, I'm not into that stuff at all, but I was a bit curious. I took my socks off and stepped into her stilettos. Sure enough they fit. A tad roomy, actually.
"They're not so bad," I told her. Then I stood up and instantly I felt the pain starting.
"Give it a minute," she said.
She slid out of her pants and pulled off her panties. She sat back in her chair naked from the waist down looking delectable. "Walk over here and make me cum with that slut tongue of yours. All six inches of it."
I took one step and pain shot through me, then my ankle buckled. I thought I snapped it off for sure.
In a flash Barb picked me up and laid me on the sofa. Quick as you please she had pillows under my head and feet and a bag of ice on my ankle.
"Damn! I can screw up a wet dream,” she said, as she handed me some Ibuprofen.
"Sorry Joe looks like I get to take care of you tonight instead of the other way around. Lie back while I pop some popcorn and get you a soda--you're off the alcohol--and we’ll mellow out with a movie tonight and get busy playing “Me Boss, You Bitch” tomorrow. How's that sound?"
We spent the evening watching old movies and eating popcorn. Me: lying on her sofa. Barb: sitting on the floor in front of me, back against the sofa, with the popcorn bowl in her lap.
It was one of the most pleasant evenings I can ever remember. It was nice just relaxing and every once in a while copping a cheap feel while reaching for more popcorn. I felt like a kid again.
It was getting late as we watched our last movie. Barb had wrapped my ankle in an elastic bandage and it felt much better.
I curled up and started to nod off on the couch while Barb picked up soda bottles and put away the popcorn maker. Then she came back and lay down beside me spooning.
"You were a good boy tonight, Joe. We’re gonna make a great team."
She reached around and unbuckled my belt and took a hold of my cock. She played with me while she talked.
"I like the way you weren't afraid to feel me up, Joe,” she said. “But you're my Bitch now, for real, Joe, so I might need to discipline you for something like that because that’s just the way it is, Bitch. I can't let you feel like you're entitled to treat me so casually.
"Do you understand, Joe?"
"Yes," I said.
Barb stopped playing with me. She briskly stated, "When I ask you a question answer 'Yes, Barb' or 'No Barb', understand?"
"Yes, Barb," I felt a rush of warmth as I said this.
Barb continued her handjob.
"Good boy, Joe. This is playing out nicely. It's not like I'm gonna tie you up and whip your ass—though I can if I want. I'm not much into that. But you’ll have to behave as if you’ll do whatever I want. No questions asked."
"Yes, Barb,” I said, as my cock got a bit harder.
"Oh, you're getting excited. I like that," she kissed the nape of my neck and cooed, "Bitch, I am gonna treat you so fine. You're my special little Bitch." She rubbed her cheek against my neck and then up against my cheek. "You'll love every minute I make you kneel for me. Won't you, Slut?"
"Hmmm,” I hummed, affirmatively.
Barb stopped fondling and smacked my cheek reproachfully.
"I mean, 'Yes, Barb'," I said.
"Good," she said, as she continued stroking me.
"Should I call you my Domme?" I asked.
"No, that sounds like someone you pay to have a session with."
"How about, Owner?"
"I do own you, Joe, but that sounds so impersonal--like holding the pink slip to a car. You don't have to verbalize every little bit of our Female Led Relationship. Just act in a way that leaves no doubt in my mind that you know I truly do own you. Always Be Submissive like a good little Bitch."
"Yes, Barb," I was amazed at how easily I fell into my new life.
“Can I ask you a question, Barb?” I asked.
“Yes, Bitch,” she said, plainly.
“Are you going to peg me tonight?” I asked.
Losing my anal virginity seemed like a fitting start to our life as a Female Led Couple.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” Barb said. “It’s not like I have a strap-on lying around."
Barb wrapped her hand around my cock and took a good grip of it.
"My little Man of Steel. This pegging talk has excited you some, eh?"
"Yes, Barb."
"Well, maybe I’ll let the ACME office crew do a strap-on gangbang some night while you eat me out,” she said.
I shot my wad quickly after hearing that.
"Good thing I laid out the towel there," Barb scolded.
I wiped myself with the towel.
"Come closer," Barb said, and I nestled tight against Barb's warm body as she wrapped her arms firmly around me, "Relax, Joe, my little slut."
"Yes, Barb."
We lay there together spooning, chilling out.
"Barb, when I saw you all decked out today I was expecting someone else. That image of you looked so powerful, so fabulous--- it burned itself right into me. When I fell on my knees and pledged to be your Bitch forever I meant it. I never wanted to be anyone's Bitch so bad before in my whole life.
"I'm a sad-ass fuckup. I admit it. A silly excuse for a man. I want to set things straight right now. I’m officially asking: Barb, will you please take me as your eternal sissy-bitch. I'm officially begging you."
Barb snuggled up close behind me and kissed the nape of my neck, "Joe, you're no sissy. You're a man. MY little man.
"You got guts, Joe. No one down at the bowling alley would ever dare call me a cunt even as a joke. Never. They don't have it in them. You’ve got balls. I like that. I want my Bitch to have a big pair of balls.
"Joe,” she said, “that first night when you said you'd never touch me…. That's something the guys at the bowling alley might say as a joke. The ones that know me real well and we like each other enough to kid around. But when I heard that coming out of your mouth it surprised the fuck out of me.
"Down at the bowling alley I'd have had a quick comeback. I'd be ready for it. At work I froze. That's what embarrassed me. You caught me off guard. I give you credit."
"I wish you would have put me in my place right then," I said. "We could've avoided all the other stuff and got right to this. Me being your life-long Bitch."
Barb stroked my hair and kissed the side of my head, "No, Joe. You had to work through all the stuff with Ella, and the girls, to get to where we’re at now."
"Yes, Barb, I know. They still could've used me. But I'd have been yours. They'd know I was Barb's Bitch and it would've made it that much sweeter."
"We're at that phase now, Joe. I'll trick you out to whoever I want. When we’re back at the office I’ll stand you in front of the others like I’m demonstrating a new piece of office equipment. I’ll spell out the ways they can use you. I’ll give them instructions like I'm explaining a new phone system. Except it’ll be Barb’s new Office Bitch system."
I nearly melted with happiness.
"I'll deliberately trick you out unfairly. I’ll let Vicki and Joan have you more than the others. And Ashley can use you almost as much, but not quite, and Molly gets the short end.
"That's as it stands right now. Who knows? Molly might become my right hand girl if it means she can have a sex life. But you get the idea. You’re down with that concept, correct Bitch?"
"Yes, Barb,” I said.
""No, Joe, I’m serious. I mean it. I want my Bitch to be happy. I want you to own the reality of being treated like “Barb’s Property”, not just in our everyday life, but also for the benefit of my career with ACME. You are now an object I can loan out to whoever I want. No tears. So, before we go any further, I want to know that you sign on for this life. Last chance. Next stop is Barb’s Female Led Life. Once you enter there is no going back."
"I agree to everything you're talking about, Barb. I pledge to obey your every word."
"You are going to do me proud. I know you will,” Barb wrapped her arms around me tight and kissed my cheek, “Your ass is mine now, Bitch."
"Yes, Barb."
The End