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Subject: {ASSM} Lady Blu - Pt1 Office FemDom  Oral/Anal
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Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2004 16:10:01 -0400
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Blu 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 not speaking out. For letting them all put
her down and laugh. I was ashamed because I thought she was sexy as
hell myself. The sight of her skinny ass drove me wild.

I happened around a corner and came up on her bent over, those long
string-bean legs of hers almost putting that tight round ass right in
my face, I stopped in my tracks startled by the erotic charge I felt.

"Ghastly, isn't it?" asked a bystander misunderstanding my reaction.

"Yeah." I said to cover myself. Blu heard me. 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 Blu 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 bitch dress like this before.

I couldn't bring myself to admit to them that I adored that skinny ass
of hers. And her stick legs. I mean that literally. I didn't know Blu
from nothing. I lusted over her skinny ass body. Her face was nothing
to look at and, personally, I knew nothing about her.

If that doesn't make any sense then think about how I feel. I KNOW it
doesn't make any sense but that's how I felt. There is no way I should
have been turned on by this chick--- but I was. I couldn't deny it.

I imagined watching myself, in my mind, on my knees with my face
buried in her lap, her legs 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 greasy fingers in her asshole to flavorize it.
Like that finger lickin' good fried chicken just dripping with herbs
and spices. Maybe shove a drumstick up her ass and pull it out and
lick the secret recipe seasoning right out her asshole. Tasty.

I'm sick. I know. I can't help it.

Finally I 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 how she'd
react.

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 my ass 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 said
'yes' to throw her off from the real reason I turned colors and
started jerking around. I'm sorry."

"That's okay." Blu said. She had a little grin on her face. It started
getting wider. Sinister, I thought. I got scared. Terrified.

It suddenly occurred to me that I told her too much. With her new
knowledge she had power over me. How did she mean to use it? I
wondered.

"You're not gonna make me your Bitch now, are you?" I blurted. I still
wanted to eat her front and back but I was scared I might agree to be
her sex flunky to do it. You know, be in bondage and stuff. I didn't
want to but, then again, I didn't want to feel the things I did about
her sexually either, but I did. I might do anything to a crack at
eating her ass. I was scared.



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