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Subject: {ASSM} The Coffee Break      by Red Dog
Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 16:10:05 -0400
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COFFEE BREAK

by Red Dog

M/F Femdom


   He first saw her at the coffee shop where he stopped every morning for a
quick decaf and a look at the paper.  She always arrived a few moments
after he did and, like himself, she always sat at a favorite table.

   He was a financial advisor at a securities firm where he had worked for
about ten years.  The title impressed some people but he was little more
than a glorified insurance salesman and he knew it.  He would forever be
assigned to mid level mediocrity, a fact also known to him and to his
disdainful wife.  Even his two kids seemed to have little respect for him.

   She, on the other hand, appeared successful and she was always well
dressed in expensive looking dresses or business suits.  Her dark hair was
shoulder length and pulled back a bit from her face.  She wore fashionable
dark rimmed glasses which made her look very severe.

   Her most interesting feature from his point of view was her footwear
and, more important, her feet.  Although she was dressed for business, she
rarely wore panty hose or nylons and her feet were always well presented in
some type of open toed or strappy shoe.

   He had always known of a slight predilection for female feet, but he
never exercised his tendencies in this regard.  His wife, who avoided even
normal sex with him whenever possible would have turned up her nose in
disgust had she known of his desires,

   From time to time as he read his paper, he would glance over to where
she was sitting nearby and stare at her feet.  She always sat with her legs
crossed while reading her paper and she dangled one foot, unconsciously
moving it up and down.  She ignored him for the most part, but from time to
time she had glanced his way to catch him staring at her feet.  He would
always avert his gaze back to his newspaper but he was aware of her
wrinkled brow and the slightly annoyed look that appeared on her face.

   On this particular day, he sat in the coffee shop as usual and moments
later she arrived to take up her place at her normal table against the
wall. She was wearing a grey green business suit with a fairly tight, short
skirt.  She had on high heeled strappy type shoes and as usual no hose.

   She got her coffee and immediately busied herself with her newspaper. 
He stared over his paper at her dangling foot and noticed that her toenails
were cut short and colored a deep pink.  He thought her feet were exquisite
and he continued to stare.

   She looked up at him with that severe expression on her face and he
again looked back at his newspaper knowing he had been caught again.  She
continued reading and he saw her out of the corner of his eye as she folded
her paper and made her usual preparations to get up and leave.  He was
preparing to watch her walk out as usual however on this day, she took two
steps over and stood at his table looking down on him.

   "You were staring at my feet." she said.  It was a statement, not a
question but, even so he tried to stammer out a denial.

   " No, really.....I Uh, I'm not sure what ...uh...  what you mean"

   It mattered little what he said as she wasn't listening.  He quailed in
fear as she continued to stare down at him with that severe look, as if
pondering some minor annoyance.  He remained silent but was getting
uncomfortable.  Other people in the coffee shop had heard her statement and
were staring at the tableau, waiting for something interesting to happen.
She looked at him for a moment longer, as if pondering something and then
she nodded slightly as if to confirm a decision.

   "Follow me." she said and she turned and began to walk from the coffee
shop.

   As though he had no will of his own, he did as he was commanded.  He
knew that this was a big mistake and that somewhere it would cost him, but
he could no more disobey than he could fly.  She walked out of the coffee
shop ahead of him and let the door close in his face as if she was unaware
of his presence behind her.  She turned and walked down the sidewalk with a
confident stride.  He walked about ten feet behind, watching as the muscles
in her legs and buttocks flexed and rippled.  Her bare legs were golden in
the sunlight and the ' tap, tap, tap' of her heels was music to him with a
rhythm that matched his quickening heart beat.

   She turned into one of the large office buildings that lined the street
and walked across the granite foyer to the bank of elevators.  People she
passed nodded to her but from his view, it appeared as though she ignored
them with her gaze kept imperiously forward.

   The elevator opened as she got to it, almost as if it had been waiting
for her.  He followed behind as she entered and they rode in silence to the
45th floor.  The elevator door opened into the foyer of a large, well known
law firm and the receptionist greeted her by name.  He knew that she was
one of the partners and was obviously a woman of considerable talent and
power.

   He continued to follow through an area populated by secretaries and she
eventually turned into an alcove where another secretary sat at a desk. 
"Julie, hold my calls for the next hour and see that I'm not disturbed,"
she said to the secretary and she then swept through a door into her
office.

   As he walked in behind her, she turned a lock on the door and then moved
to stand by her desk.  For the first time since the coffee shop she looked
at him as if to acknowledge his presence.

   "Why do you stare at my feet," she asked.  He knew the question was
rhetorical and he stood there, feeling like a delinquent student called
before the principal.  "Are you one of those pathetic little worms who can
only get an erection while jerking off and thinking about the feet of some
stranger you saw on the bus that day?" That hit pretty close to home and
the truth of it must have appeared on his face because she started to
laugh. It was a cold, demeaning sound, utterly devoid of humor.

   She turned and walked behind her desk and sat down, picking up some
papers as she slipped on a pair of reading glasses.  She read for a few
moments and then looked up at him as if surprised to find him still there.

   "Take off your clothes." she ordered and the tone of her voice left no
room for argument.  She turned her attention back to the document she was
reviewing as if he didn't exist.

   He stood there momentarily, flustered and looking for a way out.  Deep
inside he knew, however, that he didn't really want a way out and that he
wouldn't disobey.  He slipped off his jacket and tie and kicked off his
shoes.  He then removed his shirt and pants and stood there holding them,
knowing how ridiculous he must look in his white briefs and his socks.

   She continued to ignore him and he continued to remove his socks and
underwear, finally standing before her naked.  At last she looked up at him
and he could see her gaze as it traveled slowly from his chest, down over a
slight belly to his genitals.  They seemed to shrink under her stare and he
could feel his scrotum contract.  She smiled slightly as if she knew a joke
he didn't and she looked back down at her papers.

   "Get under the desk." she ordered.  He hesitated momentarily and then
got to his knees and crawled under.  The desk was a contemporary type with
a large, thick slab of glass supported by four chrome legs.  From his
position, he could see the underside of the papers she was working on and
her profile as she sat turned slightly away from the desk, reading.

   His knees were starting to hurt from the weave of the carpet and his
back was starting to ache a bit.  He was contemplating saying something
when she turned in her chair and rolled it under the desk to pick up some
more papers.  As she moved towards him, she crossed her legs, dangling one
foot almost under his nose.  He reacted instinctively and jerked his head
upward only to strike it on the underside of the desk.  He heard a derisive
snort from her.

   "Take my shoes off." she ordered.  His hands moved first from one foot
to the other as he undid the buckles on the slim, white leather straps. 
One at a time, he slipped the heel strap down and removed the shoes,
placing them beside him.

   She continued to sit with her legs crossed, dangling one bare foot
almost under his nose.  He could smell the aroma of sweat and leather from
the one foot and he closed his eyes and inhaled.  He could feel his penis
swell and stir with the beginning of his excitement.

   He opened his eyes and looked at the foot presented before him.  The
toenails were cut short and were well manicured.  They were painted with a
pink gloss and they wiggled a bit as they bobbed in front of his face.

   "Lick." she ordered and immediately he held the sole of her foot in his
right hand as he brought her toes to his mouth.  He ran his tongue over the
toes and in between them.  The taste and aroma were intoxicating and his
penis swelled.  He jumped a bit as he felt her other foot as she ran her
toes lightly under his testicles.  He shivered as she ran her foot up the
length of the twitching organ and over the tip, picking up some of the
clear fluid leaking copiously from the hole.

   "Keep sucking." she commanded and he got back to his task.  She switched
legs so that the other foot was at his lips.  It was shiny with his
secretions and she forced it between his lips into his mouth.  He didn't
need to be ordered to suck and he drew her big toe into his mouth as if it
was a small penis.  She pushed it in and out and he could taste himself,
something that normally would have revolted him, but which he found
tremendously exciting at this time.

   She pulled her toe from his sucking mouth and placed both feet flat on
the floor as she scooted her chair forward.  Her skirt rode up on her
thighs slightly and although nothing was revealed, he could see a hint of
shadow and darkness between her slightly parted legs.  He glanced up to see
her still working on the papers on her desk as she slid forward slightly in
her chair.  She inched her skirt farther up her thighs and spread her legs
a bit more.

   Now he could see a flash of white between her legs and his heart pounded
as he caught glimpses of her panties.  She reached under the desk, grabbing
him by the hair and pulling his face into the junction of her thighs.  His
nose was pressed right into the front of her panties and his face was just
under the edge of her skirt.  He could feel the moist humidity and smell
the obvious odor of her excitement.  She pulled his face hard into her
crotch, giving up any pretense of paperwork.  She ground her pubic mound
against his nose and lips and he licked and breathed as opportunity
allowed.

   She pushed him back and stood, reaching under her skirt to pull down her
white panties.  She stepped out of them and bent over to pick them up,
placing them on the desk where he could see them from below.  She sat down
again and placed her buttocks on the edge of the seat as she moved her legs
up onto her desk.  "Get in here." she demanded and he had no doubt as to
where 'here' was.

   From his vantage point he could see her spread open before his face. 
Her bush was dark and luxuriant and the lips of her vagina were spread
apart and glistening.  He started to lick her, running his tongue up and
down her groove, tasting her abundant juices.  She pulled his face deeper
into her and began to moan.  She slid even further forward so that she was
almost lying in the chair with her feet and legs up on her desk.  Her
buttocks spread apart and for the first time he could catch a glimpse of
her anus, all dark and succulent below the swollen lips of her sex.  She
pulled his head down so that he had no choice but to lick her anus and his
tongue ran up and down from her small hole to her clitoris.  Her moaning
increased and she stiffened as she reached orgasm.  She still kept his face
pressed into her sex and she could feel the spasms as her climax subsided.

   Her breathing quieted and she slid back into her chair pushing him back
with her foot.  He crawled out from under the desk, standing to face her
with his excitement still obvious and unrequited.  She looked at him for a
moment and threw him her panties.  "Do it in these." she instructed and he
took the damp garment and wrapped it around his penis.  It took only a few
pumps before he felt himself explode.  His knees weakened and he felt like
his life essence was gushing in spurts from the end of his penis.

   Quickly, it was all over, like a summer storm that blows up and just as
suddenly leaves.

   "Get dressed." she advised him as she walked back to sit behind her
desk. He did so, almost in a daze as she turned her attention back to her
paperwork.  When he was dressed, he stood in front of the desk, wordlessly
offering her panties back to her.  She looked up.  "Keep them; get out."

   He looked at her for a moment longer and stuffed the panties into the
pocket of his suit.  He walked from her office back into the world to
resume a life that would somehow never be the same.

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