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Subject: {ASSM} CALLY - Mild Office FemDom Story Oral F/M
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For Cally, lust was something that needed to be disposed of, not
satisfied. She separated herself from it as quickly as possible. Like
stepping in a pile of doggy doo. She needed to scrape it off ASAP and
get rid of it. Which was pretty hard to do when you're an avowed virgin
and you think it's evil to touch yourself. I became her lust removal
tool.

This is the sick, twisted stuff I put up with. Cally and her perverse
puritanical attitude.  I despised her hypocrisy. Sure I went down on
her. I loved going down. I loved eating her. I'm a muff diving fool.
What can I say?
But it might've been nice to see her smile once in a while.

I shouldn't complain though. Cally's aversion to lust made it easy for
me. It kept things simple.

She despised me for being her exact opposite. I reveled in arousal.
When I wasn't licking her out I was dreaming about licking her out. I
loved the passion I felt going down on Cally and I didn't care who knew
about it.

Most people in our office thought Cally and I had a D/S thing going on
but they were wrong. I loved licking the fuzz off her. I could care
less that she used me. Hell, I wanted nothing else to do with her
either.

These people were small-minded fools. I enjoyed being the brunt of
their gossip. I liked their outright derision. They worked themselves
to a pitch and I got just as aroused as they did over their talk. And
believe me, they were aroused. Hell, they practically fantasized out
loud about us.

"I'll bet he does this. AND THEN..." "I'll bet she makes him do that.
AND THEN...." Blah. Blah. Blah. It was actually a good substitute for
really getting my face wet. I despised them all. The hypocrites!  If I
ever stopped going down on Cally they'd have had to go out and get sex
lives of their own.

Cally would hold off using me for as long as she could, till she
couldn't stand it anymore. I knew by her tense manner. She was always
tense but when her lust was up she bent so bad she couldn't walk
straight. She'd finally face me off in the hall and play her charade,
"You need it bad, don't you? I can tell you're going to do something
crazy if I don't let you eat me soon. Well don't take all day. Get in
here and get it out of your system." As if she were doing me a favor. I
loved it-- sure-- but it was for her benefit that she let me.

Cally was a Plain-Jane small-breasted skinny chick. Completely
nondescript in a purely vanilla way. No make up. She always wore the
same outfit to work everyday. White blouse and dark skirt. But what
turned me on... she had a gash like you wouldn't believe. Long and deep
with beautifully formed lips. And when she got going she was as wet as
anything I'd ever eaten. Wetter.

She was like aged cheese down there. You know the stuff they keep in
catacombs for years till the mold grows thick around it. You have to
scrape it off before you cut into it. Then the strength of its flavor
hangs right in your face - the odor... the aroma...-- till you can't
stand it. You have to taste it! You want to put your face right in the
cut of it and eat till you puke!

Her juices were dense with that rich flavor. A flavor that - like all
fine delicacies - stopped a hair's breadth this side of rot.
Threatening to bring my gorge up at any moment.

Talk about exotic cuisine!

When amply saturated her dripping juices brought out an extra added
aroma as her wetted asshole gave off the full humid scent of hot funky
love. A steamy effluvium that I loved to savor as it wafted thick and
damp up my nostrils.

The only real drawback was Cally's violent outbursts. In the throes of
lust she would beat me about the head and shoulders, screaming. At one
session she opened her desk drawer and repeatedly bashed the back of my
head. I ducked down and the drawer flew out into her lap. She promptly
raised it over her head and brought it down around my ears as the
bottom popped out spewing pens, pencils and paperclips all over the
room. It didn't stop the session but it was something of a distraction.

I don't know what I'd do if one of us got a job working somewhere else.
I couldn't see going to each other's place or even getting a motel.
That would be too much like a real relationship. It'd ruin the whole
aura.

She couldn't go on pretending she didn't need it and playing like she
was just helping a poor sap like me keep my sanity. I'd have to
convince her to let me be her Bitch for real. It's something to think
about... but right now I'm gonna hang outside her office for a while.
She looked a little wobbly this morning. I thought I saw her bounce off
a wall...

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