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Subject: {ASSM} Acme and Ecstasy Pt6 - Office FemDom Novel F/M M/F Oral
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After I'd been there about a month. Joan approached me when we
happened to be alone in the hall for a moment. Something about a
problem Vicki had.


It didn't surprise me that Joan would be the one to help Vicki out.
Joan had a Mother Hen quality about her. She's the one that took me
under her wing when I first started and showed me the way around the
place.

"Vicki has a problem." Joan said when she called the next day. "Her
new boyfriend has been asking for a blow job and Vicki really likes
this guy he's nice- he goes down on her -so she would like to
reciprocate but she's self conscious. Can you help us out?"

Boy, this was taking the role of Mother Hen a bit far I thought.

"I'm a little confused here, Joan." I said. "How would I help and who
exactly would I be helping?"
"Vicki. She asked me for advice on giving head and I told her maybe
you would volunteer and be our-- "
"Lab rat?" I finished her thought for her.

 "I was going to say "Practice dummy". You know, Joe. I don't mean to
brag but I do give good head." Joan bragged.

"Joan, what am I a porno star? If Ella finds out she'll be pissed." I
said.

"You don't have to be a porno star. In fact, we're kind of banking on
you being a little small down there or average maybe on that point." 
She said.

"Gee, thanks." I said.   

"Just so Vicki won't be intimidated, that's all" Joan said. "As far as
Ella goes she won't know. None of them will. Vicki's kind of
embarrassed she doesn't want anyone to know and I'm not telling."

"I dunno, Joan these things have a way of leaking out eventually." I
countered.

"I doubt that Ella would care. Seriously. You're not a couple, you're
just her bitch. She's using you. It's not like you'll be going down on
anybody else - even though you said you would remember? All you need
to do is stand there and let us suck you off. I can't believe you
aren't jumping at this." Joan said. "For one night we'll play the
bitch to the "Boss's Bitch". That's not taking anything away from
Ella, is it?"

"Not when you put it that way, I guess."  I said. "But you're married.
What if your husband finds out you're involved in something like
this?"

 "He agreed to let us use the house Saturday night." Said Joan. "The
kids 'll be gone and he'll be bowling."

"What! Your husband doesn't care that you'll be giving another guy
head. In his own house!" I was flabbergasted.

"We have a secure relationship, Paul and I." Joan said. "It'd be
different if I was going to bed with you. Anyway, Saturday I'm
technically supposed to be an advisor - technical advisor, eh - but
I'm sure I'll get a few licks in. Paul thinks you're a little fruity
anyway. He's not jealous."

"Fruity?" I repeated.

"Well he knows about you and Ella and he thinks no red-blooded
American guy would ever submit to that kind of thing¼ let a woman turn
him into bitch, not even getting laid but just going down like you do
for Ella. He thinks that's sick. He says that's something only guys
should do to women - exploit them like that."

"He's old fashioned, ...traditional. Like he'll go down on me if I nag
but he won't let me be on top in bed ever. Anyway, he said it sounds
like you're a "lesbo" trapped in a man's body."

"Oh, great!" I said. 'Just how many people out there know about my sex
life anyway?"

"Not many." Joan said. "But my mailman wants a date. He's bisexual."

I was speechless.

"Just kidding, Joe." She said. "I don't understand what you're
concerned about though. Paul doesn't even know what you look like. He
doesn't even know your last name. And he wouldn't bad-mouth you to
anyone if he did. You have to expect a spouse to know the basic office
gossip."

"Oh, alright." I said giving in finally. "I guess it's no big deal."

"I knew you'd do it, Joe. You're a nice guy." Joan said. "Vicki is
going to be so relieved. We won't mention anything at work at all.
Just show up at my house at 8 PM Saturday."
She gave me her address and that was it.

Vicki did a great job. She was nervous but really she gave better head
than my Ex ever did.

I came with a furious spasm, just as Vicki had her mouth at the
deepest stroke. Cum shot to the back of her throat, gagging her. She
pulled my cock out on reflex as a jerking spasm whipped a string of
jiz out the end of my rod in a line that landed across the side of
Vicki's face from her chin to the top of her ear. Joan took over and
milked my cock into her own mouth until I was dry and swallowed my cum
like a champ.

"'You okay, darling?' Joan asked Vicki as she stopped coughing. Then
brushing Vicki's hair away from the side of her face she ran her
finger to mop up the cum and offered it to Vicki.
"I'm alright." Vicki said as she took Joan's finger into her mouth
savoring the taste of my jism.
"Thanks" she said. "I was gagging so hard I didn't get a good taste. I
just swallowed it straight down."

We settled back on the sofa and relaxed, all agreeing that Vicki's
first blow job was a great success. I sipped my beer and felt a little
ashamed of myself. I had begun to think there must be some ulterior
motive for Joan to put this together. I kept waiting for her to spring
something but she really was just a Mother Hen type.

I felt like a heel.

Joan stood up and dropped her panties.
Then I realized that my hunch was right.

"Well, Joe I made you happy. I played your cock-licking bitch. Now
it's your turn. Are you ready to make me happy?" Joan asked. She
leaned back on the sofa and spread her legs invitingly. "Get on your
knees, Joe." She said. "You're my bitch now."

This was cold. This was cruel. But what could I say? If I said this
whole thing wasn't my idea and I really hadn't wanted to do it, it
would be traumatic to Vicki's confidence. She'd be crushed.

I had no choice. I obeyed. I knelt like a bitch in front of Joan and
stuck my face in her wet warm pussy, and started licking. Like a
bitch! I was her bitch. I couldn't believe it. Joan had turned me out
like a common whore. She had made me her bitch.

I told myself ahead of time that I wouldn't let this happen. I
should've walked out. At least then I could've kept my self-respect
knowing that I remained true to Ella. I lived to be her bitch. She
owned me. Ella said otherwise but in my heart, she owned me. I was
proud of that.

Now I was trapped. 

I knelt at Joan's lap bitch-licking her muff. I was a disgrace to my
calling. I was a cheating slut of a bitch.

Vicki moved to the other end of the couch. Far from being
uncomfortable, she fingered herself while leaning against the arm of
the sofa facing us.

"Slow down, Joe. Not so fast. You're my bitch now remember? I want to
enjoy this. Just take your time." Joan said as she assumed complete
control over me.

She sipped her beer as she slid her hips hard into my face and pulled
roughly on the back of my head. I felt like such a whore. "Ah, that's
better, bitch. Oh, you're a good bitch. You've been trained well, you
little tongue-slut."

She was lucky I didn't just split. I was in no mood now to take orders
from this deceitful name-calling wench.

Ella had placed her trust in me. I felt honored to be taken as her
bitch. Now, here I was violating that trust.

I slowed my action a little but Joan was going to get the
once-over-lightly routine from me tonight. If she wanted to play the
high and mighty Grand Mistress she had damn well better hire an escort
service gigolo.

I barely moved but she was still really getting into it.

"Bitch. Eat me! Bitch! Do It! You Bitch! You muff munching slut! You
love going down on me don't you, bitch. Lick it. Lick it. Lick me! Eat
my pussy, you carpet munching whore! Oh, you bitch! You sick slit
slurping slut, lick me!"

She was pushing it. If she kept this up I was definitely going to
leave.

"Lick my clit, bitch! Now! Do it! Eat me! Lick it! Lick Me! Lap my
juice up, bitch! Lap it up like you like it, bitch. Don't you? Don't
you love licking Joan? Sop it up, douche rag! Lick the drippings off
my ass cheeks, whore! That's it! Good bitch! Lick me clean, you slutty
little bush-licker!"

One more crack like that and I was history.

"Oh, do it, bitch. Get me off. Lick, bitch, lick! Ahh, stick your
tongue in my hole, you stupid suck-ass hoe! Ohh! Harder, lick harder,
you muff sopping mutt! You low life scum sucking bitch! You muff
sucking pup! You whore-hole licking, bitch!" she screamed as she
crammed my face into her crotch as I was just about to get up and
leave.
 
"Oh, you love my pussy, don't you, bitch? Say it! Tell me how much you
love my cunt, you beer-bellied bitch-slut."

"I love the taste of your juicy slit." I told her just to be nice (I
think she imagined I was her husband) but I was really at the end of
my rope. She had always been kind to me so I cut her some slack, but
it was getting to the point where she was almost being insulting.

"Say my name, bitch! Say it! JOAN! Say it, bitch! Say "I love your
beautiful pussy, JOAN." Tell me, bitch! You ignorant beer guzzling
redneck bitch! Tell Joan how much you love her beautiful pussy! Now!
You fat-ass bald bowling alley bitch! Do it!"

That did it. I wasn't gonna take any more of this crap. I said, "I
love your beautiful pussy, Joan. You taste so good, you feel so
incredible. Beautiful Joan, I love licking your luscious muff, you
taste like honey, sweet Joan." But that was it. No more.

I went through the motions for a couple more minutes as she started
moaning.

"You're MY bitch HERE¼ NOW¼Oh¼Ahh¼Uhh¼MI-I-I-NE¼OOHHH!"

Luckily for her, just as I was finally fed up with her nonsense, she
came. With a force that surprised me, she had a really shuddering
orgasm. Though my efforts were half-hearted at best, she could not
have been more satisfied. Her domineering talk had an erotically
liberating effect. She couldn't act like that with her husband. I
guess it made her feel special.

Vicki excused herself to finish masturbating in the bathroom.

Joan looked at me with tears welling in her eyes. "You have no idea,
Joe." She said. "That was the longest and best tongue lashing I've had
in at least ten years."
She kissed my cheek and held me a moment.
"Thank you so much, Joe. I really mean it." Joan said. "Thank you.
Thank you so much. You're really wonderful."

I was bowled over. After that I couldn't be mad at her. I felt like a
heel again. She just couldn't help herself from taking advantage of
the situation. I had to admit I'd been excited myself. A little more
than I first realized. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom.

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