Callie : An Erotic Office FemDom Flash Fiction Sex Story
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For Callie, lust was not something to satisfy. Lust was something to dispose of. Fast. Like stepping in a pile of doggy doo. She needed to scrape it off on the nearest edge she could find. Which was pretty hard to do when you're an avowed virgin and you think it's evil to touch yourself. That's where I came in handy. She used me as her metaphorical shit scraper.
I went down on her.
I licked her off and made her lust go away.
I put up with Callie and her perverse puritanical attitude because I loved going down on her--- but I despised her hypocrisy.
The reason I put up with it is, in her own perverted way, Callie actually made things easier for me. It kept things simple.
She hated me for being the exact opposite of her. I reveled in arousal. When I wasn't licking out her pussy I was dreaming of licking it out. I loved the way I felt when I went down on her and I didn't care who knew it.
Most people in our office thought Callie and I had a D/s thing going on but we didn’t. I just loved going down on her. I didn't care that Callie wanted nothing else to do with me. I wanted nothing to do with her either. I just loved her pussy.
I enjoyed being the brunt of gossip and outright derision. These people were small-minded fools. They worked themselves to a pitch with their gossip 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 slowly sucks her swollen clit between the freaky gap in his teeth.” AND THEN..." "I'll bet she makes him call her Goddess Callie and kiss her ass." AND THEN...."I'll bet she pulls his hair and slaps him around before she pees all over him." 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 Callie they'd have nothing left to talk about. They'd have to go out and get sex lives of their own.
Callie would hold off using me for as long as physically possible, till she couldn't stand it anymore. I knew by her tight manner. She was always tense but when her lust built up she nearly trembled with an overload of sexual tension. She'd finally approach me 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 go down on me soon. Well, don't take all day. Get in here and get it out of your system." We played it off as though she were doing me a favor. She was doing me a favor in the sense that I loved it but it was for her benefit that she let me.
Callie was a Plain-Jane small breasted skinny chick. Completely nondescript in a purely vanilla way. She always wore the same outfit to work everyday. White blouse and dark skirt. She wore her hair in a bun. She never wore make up. 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 put my mouth on. Wetter.
Her juices were so dense they’d explode with flavor on my taste buds. A uniquely rich flavor that - like all fine delicacies - stopped a hair's breath this side of rot. My mouth watered as pussy-flavored slobber ran down the crack of her ass. Her wet 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 Callie's violent outbursts. In the throes of lust she would beat me about the head and shoulders, screaming. At one session, as I knelt under her desk eating her out, she opened her desk drawer repeatedly; bashing the back of my head. On the third go 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 about the room. Thank God for cheaply made office furniture. It sprung to pieces like a movie prop. 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 others place or even getting a motel. That would be too much like a real relationship. It'd ruin the whole aura. We'd have to drop the pretense that made her charade possible.
If that happened I guess I'd try to get Callie to be my Domme for real. She could go on pretending she didn't need it and she was only helping a poor sap like me keep my sanity. It's something to think about... but right now I think I'll hang outside her office for a while. She seemed pretty tense this morning. Someone said they saw her bounce off a wall.