Skinny Bitch: An Office FemDom Story
By JD Kindle
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Copyright 2009 JD Kindle
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Olive went around the office wearing the shortest, tightest miniskirt
she could find. Parading around on platform heels, her legs like twigs
-- but long, real long-- everyone said she looked like 'Olive Oyl'.
They made fun of her.
I was ashamed of myself for letting them all put
her down and pretending to laugh and not speaking out.
I was ashamed because I thought just the opposite.
Olive was skinny it’s true but - so what? - her legs looked sexy as
hell to me. The sight of that skinny ass of hers drove me wild.
One morning I came around a corner and there she was she bent over, picking up some papers she’d dropped.
I nearly rear-ended her.
I had those long string-bean legs of hers almost right in my face, topped off like cherries with that tight round ass jutting under my nose.
I stopped in my tracks like a caged rat. Startled by the erotic charge I felt.
"Ghastly, isn't it?" asked a bystander misunderstanding my reaction.
"Uh, oh,yeah." I said to cover myself. I was afraid for anyone to know the truth. That I dug her look, her legs, her ass, her style.
Olive heard me I’m sure.
The injustice of it plagued my soul.
I knew she was a scag. A tit-less shapeless bean pole. I think that's
why I let it go on like that. All the put downs. The laughter.
They were just acting out what they truly felt inside.
It was like that everywhere I'd worked. A girl like Olive was supposed to wear sweaters,
slacks and flats, not flaunt her scaggy ass giraffe body.
Maybe that's why I was so aroused by her.
I'd never seen such a long tall bony ass wench dress like this before. Just openly showing off everything she had just because she felt like it.
I couldn't bring myself to admit to the world that I adored that wench’s skinny ass
and her stick legs.
Olive never wore makeup and never had her hair styled.
She ignored fashion trends. She made no effort to fit in with the girls at work. So, like I said, they were pretty much justified in ostracizing her. She didn’t play their game.
About the only way I fit in at work was going along with the Olive haters.
If that doesn't make any sense then think about how I feel.
Things would’ve been so much easier if I just didn’t care about Olive. I told myself there is no way I should have been turned-on by this chick but- tell it to my boner- I was. I couldn't deny it.
I imagined watching myself, in my mind, on my knees with my face
buried in her lap, putting my face so far down into her crotch that her legs would be sticking out of my ears it seemed, as I licked her muff down to the bone.
Then I'd flip her over and polish her can with my tongue, so small I could suck on one of her buns like a gum drop.
The fantasy got me hard-- then wet. Yeah, that's right, I creamed my
pants.
I've never been one to lick ass. But this ass was different. It wasn't
dirty. Not in my fantasy.
I wanted to slide my wet fingers, fresh from fingering her pussy, into her asshole to flavorize it.
Like that finger lickin' good fried chicken just dripping with herbs
and spices. Take my wet thumb, slick with her juices, and shove it in like a drumstick up her ass and pull it out and lick that special seasoning right out her asshole. Tasty.
I'm sick. I know. I can't help it.
One day I finally caught her alone and told her how I felt.
I told her how I really thought she was sexy and about my fantasy of
going down on her so hard I had her thighs sticking out of my ears. I
held off on the part about eating her ass. I didn't know if she’d be into that action.
She didn't believe me. She thought I was putting her on. Like maybe I
was wired with a tape recorder and it was all a joke.
"You said I was ghastly." She said. "I heard you."
I confessed, "I love your ass. When I saw it like that I shot my wad
right there. Right in the hallway. I was overcome."
She could see from my expression that I was telling the truth. I was
having a hard time saying this to her. It was embarrassing for me. She
softened up. She was starting to believe me.
"Janey saw me jerk and change color and thought I was getting sick.
She's the one that said that about your ass being ghastly. I pretended to agree to throw her off from the real reason I turned colors and
started jerking around. I'm sorry."
"That's okay." Olive said. She had a little grin on her face. It started
getting wider. Sinister, I thought. I got scared.
It suddenly occurred to me that I told her too much. She was a smart kid. With her new
knowledge she had power over me.
I could see it all now. Blabbing to everyone about how I secretly stalked her.
Diverting all their ridicule away from her to me.
I saw it in her eyes.
She was going to leverage the information into making a Man-Bitch out of me.
I still wanted to eat her front and back but I was scared to think of what other perversions she had in mind for me.
In my confused state I might agree to be
her personal sex slut to do it. You know, be in bondage and stuff.
I really didn't want to but, then again, I didn't want to feel the things I did about
her now either, but I did. I might do anything to a crack at
eating her ass. I was scared.
"You're not gonna make me your sex-slave now, are you?" I blurted like a fool.
Her face lost all expression. She stood there impassive. Inscrutable.
Then she slapped me across the face hard.
"All right, asshole you had your laugh. You almost had me. Very funny. Now get out of
here. Get out of my face before I really let you have it."
I tried to stammer out an apology. I tried to explain. I tried to sort
out all the things I was feeling but it was impossible. I rubbed the side
of my face where she'd hit me and stood agape. Speechless.
She put her face close to mine and whispered in harsh tones, "All these
people around here are ignorant stiffs. They're petty, small minded and
vindictive. And that's cool. I can deal with that. It's the mentality they were born with and they never got beyond it.
"But you... you're in a class by yourself. You really had me going. I
almost thought you meant it. But that 'Bitch' shit? You must really think
I'm one dumb cookie if you think I'd fall for that. 'Please don't make me
your sex slave'--- what a buncha shit. That's pure evil. Get the fuck out of
here."
I walked back to my office. Outside the door I heard Olive call out at
the top of her lungs, "The whole lot of you can go fuck yourselves!"
She must've thought I was setting her up for a practical joke and that
the whole office was in on it. The office was dumbfounded.
Over the course of the day I told everyone what had really happened. I
didn't spare myself. I felt like such an ass. I FELT evil. Just like Olive
said.
All of us had dogged her for so long that it was now inconceivable to
her that I could have been sincere. I felt bad, really, really bad.
The whole incident seemed to wake everyone up to the reality of just how vicious we'd been to Olive. They started being nice to her.
Guys started pulling me off to the side and saying how they too secretly
found Olive hotter than hell but were too cowed by the crowd to break ranks
and say anything.
Most of their fantasies were more conventional than
mine--- Hell, ALL of their fantasies were more conventional than mine---
still, they had them.
Janey, the same chick that called Olive's ass ghastly, came into my office
on the sly and purged herself of the true feelings she had for Olive.
"God, she is SO hot." Janey said. "She isn't that far from being runway
model material when you think about it. A little too tall and a little too
thin--- and she doesn't have the looks for it--- but, really, she's closer
to that type than anyone else here that's for sure.
"She just dresses so atrociously. Purple pumps and skirt and the skirt
never covers the tops of her stockings. Then she goes without panties but
wears that garter belt that bulges under the stretch fabric of her skirt.
Creating terrible lines. Tacky. Just tacky.
"But, you know what? I wish I had half her cheek. She's totally immune
to the opinion of others. I admire the hell out of that."
"Then why did you talk shit about her?" I asked.
"She had it coming, dressing like she did." Janey said. "If she'd
answered back or even come up and asked why I was being so mean I would
have softened up on her. I'd like to take her around shopping and help her
with her wardrobe."
"So why didn't you?"
"She never gave me the chance. She never cared one way or the other
about whether I was her friend or not. I admire that attitude but I was
jealous of it too. And angry that she didn't want to be my friend. I mean
half the friends I have started off as someone I teased or made snarky
comments about. That's my primary way of breaking the ice."
"You went beyond teasing." I said.
"You don't know the half of it." Janey said. "One morning I called her
'Miss Dachau 1944'. Can you imagine? That has to be the most horrible
thing I've ever said to anybody. It came out of nowhere. I was instantly
ashamed for saying it. But she just looked at me like I was a piece of
lint, a speck of nothing floating in the air, and went about her business.
"I wanted to go down on her right there. The shift of feeling inside me
was so great. I went from intense shame to a tremendous feeling of
admiration just like that (snaps her fingers). If I had her power, that
ability to not care in the least what anyone else thinks, I could rule the
world.
"I knew right then that the only relationship a girl like her has with
someone is... she owns them. No two ways about it. If you want to get
close to her it has to be totally on her terms. I wanted to. I wanted to
be with her intimately on whatever terms she asked. But she didn't ask.
She went about her business. I felt rejected.
"I have this fantasy about her. Mind you I'm not a lesbian. I think D/s is
beyond that. I've never been with a woman other than at college. Or
when I was rilly, rilly drunk. In other words I'm 100% hetero.
Completely normal.
"Anyway, I have this fantasy..." Janey came over to where Joe sat in
his chair and grabbed the arms of it, bending into him. "Lady Olive
comes into my office and looks me right in the eye like this." Janey
has her forehead pressed against Joe's. Eyeball to eyeball. "Have you
looked, really looked, into her eyes? You can see all the way back to
God in there. She's deep. Way deep." Janey paused momentarily overcome
by the visual she'd conjured up.
"At that point it's all over. I'm her's." Janey rolls Joe's chair,
with Joe still in it, back against the wall. "Once she's got me where
she wants me, she puts her leg up behind me, way up, and does the
splits against the wall so that her bare bush is right in my face."
Janey puts her right foot on the top of the back of Joe's chair. "I
can't do the splits thing but you get the picture."
Janey leans her panty-hosed crotch an inch away from Joe's face as she
reaches in to finger herself.
"Imagine. You'd be so close she'd feel you breathing in her bush.
You'd be ready to lick at her first command. But she just makes small
talk. Her pink lips are starting to bloom from your hot breath. Moist.
But you don't dare lick or even kiss them. Lady Olive might walk off and
leave you hot and helpless if you're too eager, if you can't control
yourself."
Joe can no longer control himself. He undoes his fly and starts
pulling his pud as Janey relates her story.
"See, she doesn't need it. She doesn't need you. She just stands there
taunting as she goes on talking about nothing at all. Imagine having
her dripping pussy right in your face and not being able to do
anything about it? It'd be dripping down the front of your top. Hell, it'd
be dripping down your chin probably. Right down your face..."
Joe couldn't stand it anymore.
He rushes Janey back to his desk and tears at the nylon mesh covering
her pussy. Just as he frees her crotch from the bonds of her pantyhose
Janey's fingering pays off.
Joe licks at Janey's thick goo as it cums off on his tongue in hot
strands. Issuing so quickly and copiously he needs to stick his face
right in it and suction it up before it falls, wasted, to the floor.
Rich thickly textured globules are expressed in Janey's cum. In the
first few mouthfuls they slithered down Joe's throat as just a trace
of their flavor escapes. Finally Joe holds one of Janey's pussy phlegm
in his mouth on his tongue and pushes it up against the roof of his
mouth as it squishes thin releasing its potent essence.
Janey's powerful taste rips through Joe's brain at the same time her
concentrated scent hits his nasal passages. Rendering its effect.
Turning Joe into a quivering mass of Bitch ectoplasm as he slid into a
puddle on the floor.
Janey thought briefly about pissing on him. He already made a puddle
of himself. It'd be fitting she thought.
But then Olive walked in.
Olive said, "This is for both of you." And walked over to the desk,
scribbled a note, and left.
The memo said simply: "My place. 8PM."
Joe arrived late to find Olive riding Janey's face in the 69 position on
the living room rug.
Olive's height prohibited her from licking Janey. Not that she wanted to anyway. With her pussy in Janey's mouth Olive's head was at Janey's knees.
Olive's naked body resembled a wooden plank laying over Janey. But that
bony ass of hers still looked inviting to Joe. He got down on all fours and
started eating it.
Olive reached her fingers into Janey’s pussy and slathered the pussy juice on her ass cheek for Joe to lick off.
Janey had her first climax as she witnessed Joe cleaning Olive's bun of
her pussy juice. Now Olive ladled the thick glop of Janey's cum onto
herself, slapping a handful of goo right in the crack of her ass.
A thick wad of Janey's cum phlegm sat in the dimple of Olive's asshole.
A rich gelatinous mass that sat there looking like an oyster on the
half-shell. Joe slurped it up and savored the taste, working it around
in his mouth as he played with its flavors before putting his lips to
Olive's tight brown asshole and spitting it into her rectum.
He then sent his tongue in after it.
Olive moaned at the warm slithering beast writhing inside her as she
stopped riding Janey's face. Hoping to hold off cumming.
Janey got out from under her Lady and joined Joe in a three-way soul
kiss, her, Joe and Lady Olive's asshole.
Olive now smeared her own secretions over her buns until Joe took over
that task. Janey crammed a handful of her own cum into Lady Olive's ass
crack and then helped Joe tamp it in with their fingers.
Joe sucked the cum out again, pissing Janey off a little. He made it
up to her by laying a big french kiss on her as they traded the
asshole flavored cum between them.
As if signaling neglect, Lady Olive's ass let loose with a big wet fart.
Plastering shit specks on the side of her Bitch's faces causing them
both to climax at the sight of each other.
They went back to licking their Lady's ass out. They could lick the
shit off each other's faces later.
Lady Olive's Bitches tongue wrestled each other playfully for the
privilege of probing her cum drenched asshole. Things turned serious
when Joe let his ass sucking bitch-greed get the best of him. He was
hogging the hole.
Lady Olive settled it, "Leave my asshole to her. Give me some dick, Bitch."
Olive needed cock to get off. All this oral massage felt good and it was
fun but it didn't get her off.
Olive mounted Joe as he lay on his back while Janey's face hovered over her
asshole getting intermittent licks in. Lady Olive came quickly.
All three collapsed for a moment.
Lady Olive got up and said, "Not bad for a couple of amateurs." And went
into another room.
Joe told Janey he was sorry for hogging Olive’s asshole as they licked traces of shit off
each others face.
"I got a better way to show her you're sorry." Olive stood there holding
a double-headed dildo.
"Come on, you fat-ass Cunt. I want to see you cum some more." Olive said
as she led Janey over to a chair.
Olive sat down and worked the dildo into herself then invited Janey to
straddle her lap and sit on the other end of the dildo.
"My ass is worn out. If the Bitch-Boy loves sucking ass so much let him
work on yours for a while."
While Lady Olive sat back and let Janey work the dildo. Joe slid his
tongue up Janey's flabby asshole and instantly she came.
A guy could get used to this, Joe thought.