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Subject: {ASSM} Alone with Barb - Pt2 Office FemDom F/M
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Part 2

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 the cup down. 

I figured she'd be calling me "bitch" or "coffee boy" but no, she was
polite - professional. I guess she knew I wouldn't take any crap off
her this morning, so she acted mannerly.

I started daydreaming about Barb. Just thinking about how things got
to be this way, how she came to be the office outcast.

She was bossy but not usually nasty. Nobody likes to be bossed around
but we needed to be reminded at times that this was a place of work.
We 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 wasn't there.

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 her into our circle if it had been taken another way.

Though Molly was the most vocal, I think that it was Ashley that acted
as the real catalyst behind the office dynamic that left Barb outside
the common circle.

Without a doubt Ashley set the tone for the rest of us. Her
personality, her innocent way of making herself the center of
attention without consciously trying, made her the natural leader in
the group. She made it plain that she could not tolerate Barb and her
bossiness.
 
But thinking about it now, I could see how the two were really
similar.

Barb threatened Ashley's leadership. Barb could not be in the room and
not draw attention to herself and thus away from Ashley.

Ashley knew how to accent her assets 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' 9" or 5'10" 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 staff wherever
he wanted, including her ass.

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 as Ashley walked in 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 like Ashley
or to possess her.

I liked Ashley in a way that verged on love. I think it was platonic
love. We had been intimate sexually but that was not central to our
relationship. I really cared about her in a way that had nothing to do
with sex. But now thinking of 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. Maybe Ashley knew this intuitively
and her subconscious made her keep 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 charms. 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 call the shots. She'd order Ed into the mix. 

Ashley would witness Ed cramming his colossal cock into Barb's moaning
form from behind - stowing himself fully in the ample accommodations
of Barb's luxurious back berth. His swollen flesh comfy in the
snugness of her form-fitting meat sheath.

The thought of Ashley witnessing Barb taking in all of Ed's tangible
assets pained me. Barb's pleasure would grant Ed carnal knowledge of
anal intimacy and Ashley would experience - in real time - the agony
of her own inadequacy. A concept I knew something about.

Barb would make Ashley watch from underneath as Ashley licked Barb's
dripping lips in the 69 position though Barb would not reciprocate,
she probably couldn't even if she wanted to while being reamed out of
her mind by Ed's prodigious prick.

As her husband pulled his pecker from Barb's amazon ass, would Ashley
instinctively lick the length of it and take it into her cock-gobbling
mouth? Could she bear the taste of his 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 and went.

There Barb sat, 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. Her shoulders were
against the back wall of the cube.
Her other leg reached straight down, over the front edge of the desk,
where the length of it allowed her dangling foot to nearly brush the
floor. O, the length of it! I trembled.

"My 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 in her black stocking. She
slid her foot to the desk's edge where it brushed against my bulging
fly. She rubbed her toe against me.

"Get on your knees, Joe." she paused. "You need to be on your knees.
Kneel. Now."

Without thought I obeyed. Her foot was practically in my face.

Again I fumbled for the bracelet. 

For a brief second I held her perfectly tapered ankle in my hand, an
inch from my face. The beauty of it singed my insides. I'm done for, I
thought.

Her hem lay below the line of my eyes. Involuntarily, imperceptibly (I
hoped), I shifted the angle of my eyes and saw the line of her bare
white ass cheeks drawing themselves against the hard dark surface.

Geometry of bliss! I am confounded!

"How's it goin' down there, Joe?" she asked.

I made no attempt to answer and she didn't expect one. She knew.

 Looking right into my eyes she pulled, ever so slightly, on her
skirt. (Her loveliness laid bare, now revealed.) The long thin slit
gleamed in her trim manicured bush as her pink delicate petals relaxed
their folds displaying the lightly dappled sweetness of her womanhood
in all its vitality. Oh, my!

It was a revelation beyond compare. 

The mouth-watering blush of it promised to melt in my mouth like
cotton candy. I had to lick it... I had to taste it...I had to KNOW it.

Her conquering cunt had my mind shackled. Its beauty crushed my will.
I was hers to do her bidding as she wished.

"Go ahead." she breathed. "Eat me."

Suddenly I froze. 

An alarm somewhere deep in my consciousness silently made itself
known. What if this were a set-up? What if Ella and Barb had a bet
going? Maybe Ella was testing me. Why else would Ella not mention that
Barb would be in today?

What could I do?

I leaned in to lick...  then - as if to short circuit the vital
magnetism drawing me toward her ultimate expression of female being  -
I kissed her thigh. The spell broken I fell back on the floor and I
got up and left as Barb called out after me, "You little shit! You
know you want me, bitch! Go fu-." I was out the door.

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