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Subject: {ASSM} Fran - Office FemDom Story F/M Oral Mild Discipline
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I stayed late to get a jump on the next day's workload. That usually
meant I was alone. Not Tonight.

I saw Fran when I went to the men's room. She was in the women's
lounge. The lounge was directly across the hall and Fran had the door
open. This was common. She seemed to smile at me. This wasn't.

Fran and I worked in separate departments but on the same floor. So we
often saw each other but had little reason to speak. Until now Fran and
I had never made eye contact without her scowling at me.

I'm not being paranoid. At first I thought I was mistaken but then I
came up on her with a group as they were all laughing. As soon as she
saw me she shot me a dirty look. Everyone noticed. After that I made a
point of not looking in her direction if I could help it.

Now as I stepped out of the men's room I had no choice but to look at
her. She was directly in my line of sight.
"Sweetheart, could you help me out?" Fran asked me. I nearly buckled
under with astonishment, 'SWEETHEART?'.
She sat with her legs stretched out in front of her and across the seat
of a chair, turned sideways, so that her feet hung over the edge. She
had a laptop resting on her thighs. I walked over.
"Get me a cigarette." She said, not smiling but not frowning either.
Indicating a pack on the end table out of her reach. I guess she was
comfortable and didn't want to get up.

I have to admit all her dirty looks took a toll on my self-esteem. I
started thinking I had something wrong with me. After a while other
people seemed to pick up on her vibe. People that had always been my
friends now made me the butt of jokes. If I made a simple mistake in my
work, (one that would hardly have been noticed before), I was made to
feel stupid. That was one reason I stayed late to get a jump on the
next day's work. It meant I wouldn't have to spend much time meeting
with my co-workers if I was organized and ready to go.
I got her a cigarette and gave it to her. Without a word she handed me
a pack of matches.  She wanted me to light it for her. I bent down. She
placed her hand on my shoulder and eased me down to my knees. I guess
she thought I'd be more steady if I was kneeling.

Ordinarily I'd be ill at ease kneeling down to light a cigarette like
this but I was just so damn glad that she wasn't scowling at me that I
didn't think about it.
"Stay." Fran commanded, as I was about to get up. I stayed kneeling.
"I need you to undo my shoe." She said. "The strap's too tight and I
want them off anyway."
I shuffled over to her feet. She was wearing a high-heel platform that
strapped at the ankle.  I undid these for her and took them off. She
looked great in her bare black stockings. I couldn't see the hem of her
skirt under the laptop but it was short.
"Joe, kiss my toes. They're sore. These damn shoes are pretty but they
hurt like hell."
I was thrilled to help her out. She liked me. She really liked me! I
couldn't believe it.
"You probably think I hate you or something, Joe, but I don't." She
said as she leaned back and let me do my work. "It's just that you
remind me of my ex. You're a dead ringer. He was bad news. I hate him
so much that I get pissed just thinking about him. And I can't look at
you without thinking about him."
That explained everything. I was floating on air. No wonder she acted
like that.
"He abused me. Bad. Mentally. Physically. And Sexually. The bum sat
around all day drinking beer and watching TV while I worked my ass
off." She took a drag on her cigarette and exhaled long and hard, then
she continued. "As soon as I walked in the door at night he made me
kneel down and give him head. Everynight. It didn't matter if I wasn't
feeling well or if I was tired or stressed. I had to kneel down and
suck his dirty dick. He never washed. And he was always in the middle
of watching something so he'd make me just kneel there until a
commercial break."

 She ran her left foot over my cheek as I soothed her right foot with
kisses.

"Sometimes, the TV show was so good he wanted to concentrate on
watching it. So I had to pause. With his dirty dick in my mouth and my
face buried in his stinking crotch. Sometimes I held that position from
one commercial to the next and it could go on like that for an hour or
more. After a full day of work... that bastard!"
She looked at me.

"Well, I'm not going to bore you with the grisly details, Joe. I'm sure
you get the picture. I need you to help me get over him. That is, to
work through all this garbage I carry around because of his abuse. You
can help desensitize me. After a while maybe I'll be able to look at
you without getting this knot in the pit of my stomach."
I looked up at her. She slammed her foot into the side of my head.
"Joe, you've been good about not looking at me. Don't fuck it up now.
Don't ever look me in the eye unless I ask you to, understand? It makes
my skin crawl."
I looked down and kept kissing her feet.

"I want you to kneel there and suck my toes the way I used to give that
bastard head. Bob on my big toe like I had to bob on his big dick. In
my mind it'll be him. I want to turn the tables on that bastard. I'm
going to make him feel the way I felt. With you as his stand-in I'll be
able to visualize that. Don't take it personal, Joe, but I'm going to
need to treat you like a real fuckbag for a while. I've got to get this
out of my system. You'll have to be my tool, or slut-flunky, or
whatever it's called. You'll be my slave. I know you don't mind. I'm
lucky that the one guy around here that happens to look like him also
happens to be the biggest shmuck around. You're perfect."
She thought I was perfect! I nearly shit my pants. Perfect!
I put my entire mouth around about a quarter of her foot and sucked and
licked it.

"Damn!" She yelled, as she abruptly pulled her foot from my mouth. "Let
me get my nylons off first, shit for brains."

She hooked her thumb under the top of her stocking and ran it down her
leg. I pulled the stocking off and handed it to her.

I resumed my deep dive, plunging her foot halfway down my throat.

"Hey, asshole!" she yelled. "Eat my toe-jam."

Well, she didn't really have any toe-jam. She just wanted to talk
filthy, I guess. Her foot was kind of clammy. It had an odor to it, but
nothing bad, and it tasted slightly like pickle juice. Not bad. Not bad
at all.
As I worked my tongue between her toes I could see in my peripheral
vision that she was using her scrunched up stocking as a clit-mitten. I
could imagine the sensation. Just brushing my dick against a woman's
pantyhose always felt special. She had the extra pleasure of her
natural female lubricant to add to the silky sheerness the stocking
provided. Her bliss was rising. She moaned low.

I dislodged a bit of funk from under her toe-nail as I sucked. Just
bits of lint. Umm. I chewed the bits of grimy fluff as the first real
whiff of feminine odor reached my nostrils. It almost overwhelmed me.
I'm one lucky dude, I thought as I slurped away.

"Pry off my toe-ring with your lips, Suckface, and keep it in your
cheek. And if you're dumb enough to swallow it I'm going to beat your
ass to a bloody pulp so be careful, Dickwad." I think she just said
that to take her mind off her arousal. She seemed to be really worked
up for having just started. She needed to damper down a bit.

"Here." She said as she threw the stocking at me. "Put this over your
head and get your face in my bush." She kicked the chair out of the
way.

I pulled the stocking over my head and started to tear a mouth-hole in
the fabric just as my face exploded. She had reared back and kicked me
right in the eye socket with her heel. I flew back and my head bounced
off the floor. I got to my knees, feeling a little woozy.

"Did I say you could destroy my personal property, you fucking slut?!"
She was livid. "I said put it over your head, not rip the living shit
out of it. Goddam! What a fucking asshole! Get your fucking face up
here and leave my personal property alone."

I knelt between her thighs and she pulled my head down into her crotch
so that my forehead nestled against her clit. Apparently, kneading her
clit with her stocking clad digits proved too intense for her agenda.
She wanted to draw this out a bit more before reaching orgasm.


I was her dildo! I'd eaten plenty of pussy before. It's one of the few
things women were happy to let me do with them. But I'd never had
anyone forbid me to lick on them. I was never so totally used without
any leeway on my part. I was a dildo!

She held my head still and pressed herself against the juice soaked
fabric with varying degrees of pressure. I felt the tiny tremors of her
tickled clit as they shivered her belly and made her sigh with pained
relief. She was having mini-orgasms. I was giving a woman multiple
orgasms! Oh my gosh!

After the first couple of O's she took her time. She sat back a moment
before going after the next O by rubbing herself against me some more.
I knelt still and silent all the while. At one point she stopped and
lit a cigarette and took a few drags. Then she wanted something new for
the finish.

She pulled the stocking off abruptly and had me incline my head in
front of her. I bowed down as she tied rolled stocking around my head
tightly. Very tightly. Like a blindfold it was bound around my eyes. I
mean, it was a blindfold --I couldn't see a damn thing--- but, as I
soon found out, that wasn't its purpose.

"Open your mouth, Fucknuts. Let your tongue hang out and keep it wet.
Let me do all the work, just go with it. I'll control everything
myself."

She used the rope-like stocking as a tight rein to rake my head up and
down her pussy. She worked it hard. I had a hard time keeping up.

I don't know why she bothered telling me to keep my tongue wet. She was
sopping. Her warm juices came out in thick streams of pungent
fuck-slop. It was hanging off my nose and chin as she haphazardly
dragged me through her slop trough.

"Fuck me, Bitch! Fuck me with your ugly mug you good for nothing
lowlife! How do YOU like it, huh? How do you like being used like a
worthless little fuck-toy? You piece of shit! Eat me! Eat me like you
never ever ate me before in ten years of marriage you stinking sack of
shit! You Bastard! EAT MEEEEEeeeEE!"

She let out a scream at the end as a firecracker went off inside her
that sent a pulpy mass of fuck flavored pie filling splattering against
my face. She collapsed back into the sofa as I scraped the soft warmth
of her succulent cum from the stocking and my face and licked it from
my fingers. I too collapsed.

This was bliss.      
   
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