Office Girls: A Short Filthy Office FemDom Farce
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Coreen Daly stuck her head in Willow Knopp’s office.
”It’s five o’clock,” she said. “Let’s hit it.”
“Yeah, I know,” Willow told her. “Hold up, a sec.”
Willow was kicked back, slouched in her chair with her feet up, camped out; relaxed. Her thin, sexy legs, looking smooth in sheer stockings, ended with her five-inch patent leather heels resting on her desk; pointing daggers at Coreen.
Coreen leaned her-big-blonde-self against the doorjamb, nearly filling the doorway with all kinds of hot and tasty sexy goodness.
“The Noob giving you any problems?” Coreen asked Willow. Her eyes were fixed on the tiny man sitting awkwardly in front of Willow’s desk: Joe, the new hire.
“This Rat-faced Puke?” Willow scoffed. “Not fucking likely. I’d rip his silly head off like it was a Pez™ dispenser.”
“Don’t I know it, Girl?” Coreen agreed with a knowing smile. “I mean is Droopy Drawers giving you grief and being a cry-baby whiner or some shit like that? He wouldn’t dare get in your face and hassle you. I know you’d put a stop to that ASAP. I was thinking he might have other issues. Hell, it looks like it could have rabies,” Coreen chuckled mirthlessly.
“God, I hope not,” Willow said.
“No biggie,” Coreen said as she casually kicked off her heels and plopped into the remaining chair. “If he does we’ll just shoot his ugly ass and be done with it. We’d be doing him a favor.”
The women laughed.
Joe wasn’t amused but remained silent.
The agency sent him over that morning and the shit started as soon as he came in the door.
Willow and Coreen had been standing near the reception area drinking coffee with a bunch of other women when Joe entered.
They took one look at him and started bitching up a storm.
They’d been praying for some eye candy. It had been a long time since the temp agency had sent a man worth looking at. They were overdue.
When Joe walked in the girls were sorely disappointed. Their hopes were crushed. Some started to grumble. Others, like Willow, were openly disgusted.
No one talked directly to Joe but they all talked about him. They tore him apart right in front of his face.
“Not another ugly mother fucker!”
“I didn’t expect Brad Pitt but what-the-fuck’s-up with this pile of shit!?!”
“Are they deliberately trying to gross us out over here? I mean, is it a temp agency or a circus clown school? Where’s his fucking unicycle? Nasty ass Midget!”
“Dee plane, Boss, dee plane!”
Willow was stuck with showing Joe the ropes and helping him get settled in. She quickly pawned him off on Debbie, a tardy coworker who was none the wiser, she told her it was her turn to train the noobie.
Willow told Coreen about sloughing Joe off on Debbie, “That truckstop slut came in all hungover. Looking like shit. Totally like she just came from a gangbang in a bar parking lot.
“So I told her to deal with this idiot to make up for being late. Hell, it was a good training for him. Let him do all her work. The Dumb Fuck couldn’t mess up any worse than Debbie does all by herself.
“The first thing she probably did was send him out for a half-pint of vodka. The fucking lush.”
Coreen cringed at the thought of it.
“I wouldn’t wish that broken-down whore on my worst enemy,” Coreen said. “This little twerp is ugly as sin but what did he do to deserve getting dumped on Debbie? I feel for the Pudlicker.”
“Not so fast,” Willow said. “I was thinking the same thing. Like maybe I went too far. That cunt is a fucking banshee when she’s stone sober. I started thinking she might have physically abused him. I called him in here now to make sure he wasn’t gonna file charges against me or something. But listen to this...
“I asked him how it went and what did he think of Debbie,” Willow went on, ”and what do you think he said?”
” I dunno,” Coreen shrugged. “He started crying maybe?”
“He thinks she’s hot.”
“No!”
“He thinks she’s hot! That’s what he told me. The little unsquickable bitch thinks she’s hot! Do you believe it?”
The women looked at Joe marveling at his utter depravity.
“And do you know why he thinks she’s hot?” Willow asked.
“He’s into homemade tattoos?”
“Probably. But the main thing is she went around bare legged. In that dirty, wrinkled, ratty-ass, denim mini-skirt of hers. She must have ruined her pantyhose kneeling on asphalt getting gangbanged in the face,” Willow told her. “The Little Dude got turned on by her walking around, bare legs full of tattoos, in platform mules.
“That slut was giving him beaver shots and bending over till her skirt rode up in back showing off her bare-ass ass cheeks. It’s enough to make a normal person want to gouge their own eyes out,” Willow paused as though she might hurl chunks, then continued, “But this Mickey Mouse-looking motherfucker spent the whole day fighting off the urge to go down on her.”
Coreen did a dry spit-take. Practically convulsing with disgust,” Gross!”
“No shit!” Willow said. “Whenever I go bare legged in a skirt and heels and drop hints that I’m going commando, not wearing any panties, guys usually try to bend me over and bang me standing up from behind.” Willow paused and asked, ”What kind of guy first thinks of going down? Even on a regular chick?” Willow shook her head. “This is one sick puppy.”
“Well,” Coreen smirked, “stumpy here couldn’t stick his dick in you standing up unless he stood on a milk crate. Or he had a twelve-inch cock.” She looked Joe up and down and said, “He looks like he has a twelve-inch cock up his ass.”
They both laughed while Joe sat red-faced. Dying of humiliation.
“Maybe I should take off my stockings and panties and have you draw a few tattoos on my leg with a Sharpie™,” Willow told Coreen.
“Ha, I can’t draw for shit but I bet he’d get all hot and bothered if I put a little smiley face around your belly button and wrote “Eat me” just above your cunt and left it at that.”
Joe flinched and the girls both laughed.
“Oh-My-GOD!” Willow said.
“What?” Coreen asked.
“This fucker is a ‘Perv City All-Star’. Stand up,” Willow told Joe. “Bitch, I said stand the fuck up!”
Joe stood meekly before them, hunched over, with his hands covering his crotch.
“Stand straight and leave your hands at your sides, Bitch!” Willow demanded.
Joe stood up straight and Coreen burst out laughing as she saw the front of his pants. They were tent-poled out like he was trying to poke a hole in them.
“He better not have rabies. Cuz this is rat-faced wimp that is gonna eat some pussy,” Willow said. “And I do mean now.”
Willow kicked off her heels and started peeling off her thigh-high stockings.
“That’s all right,” Joe told her eagerly. “You can leave those on.”
“For you to drool all over, Slut-breath?” Willow barked. “Fuck you! I liked it better when you kept your fucking mouth shut.”
Coreen went over and slapped Joe on the back of head, “Yeah, shut the fuck up, Bitch!”
Willow slid out of her panties and spread her legs wide.
Joe stood there stunned, paralyzed with unbelievable glee at the sight of Willow’s trimmed blonde bush and the gleaming slit of her sultry cunt--- then she snapped her fingers and pointed for him to start going down on it.
Joe went down on Willow like he’d died and gone to Heaven.
Coreen moved her chair close to Willow’s and got ready for Joe to do her next.
Coreen fingered herself while watching Willow squirm with the sexual charge Joe’s tongue was giving her clit.
Willow fought hard against the physical arousal building within her but was soon ready to climax. She swatted Joe to stop. She wanted to prolong the ramp-up to orgasm, “Go do Coreen.”
Joe shuffled on his knees to Coreen. She was already wet as sin. Joe plunged right in like he was bobbing for apples. He washed his face in her dripping pussy before getting down to tonguing her clit.
It wasn’t long before she was moaning, clutching the arms of her chair, bracing against the waves crashing inside her.
Willow was ready for more fun.
She let Coreen use the pussy-licking bitch while she straddled her lap and knelt over Joe’s head.
Willow kissed Coreen with deep, wet kisses; trading tongues with her Amazon coworker while sliding her big wet swollen clit against Joe’s head.
Coreen broke their lip-lock, throwing her head back, panting for air.
Willow buried her face in Coreen’s deep and wonderful cleavage. She kissed at the soft firm mounds pushing up from her bra. Snuggling deep into the warm recesses of Coreen’s spectacular breasts; where the soft tan turned creamy white.
Coreen came with a piercing shriek as Willow ripped open her blouse and passionately licked the buxom woman’s full and fabulous nipples.
Willow’s galactic climax gushed cum down the back of Joe’s head and neck and back and she collapsed in Coreen’s arms; pressing her firm chest into Coreen’s massive rack.
With wet, probing tongues, they sloppily swapped spit, greedily working their lips into each other’s welcoming kiss. Sucking tonsils like oversexed teenagers.
After a few minutes the erotic charge wore down and they’re faces separated.
“Whew!” Coreen said. “That was pretty intense!”
She paused for breath them continued:
“I never made out with a chick like that before--- except for college, I mean.
“And that time in Vegas...
“And my Bachelorette party...
“And a couple of Christmas and New Year’s Parties…
“And maybe a couple times when I got drunk at the bar. But I never had an orgasm over it - except one time in college…
“And once after my bridesmaid went down on me…
“And that time in Vegas---“
“Shut up already, Slut!” Willow told her. Still kneeling in her lap.
They stared at each other a moment and burst out laughing.
“I get it,” Willow told her. “You are so not a lesbian. Well, neither am I so don’t get any crazy ideas.”
“Right,” Coreen said.
“Right,” Willow repeated.
They stared at each other a moment and burst out laughing again.
Joe had slid onto the floor and was just finishing masturbating. He shot his wad and it went all over the carpet.
“That’s gonna stain,” Willow told him. “Hurry and wipe it up and then get us some tissues or something to wipe off with. Get moving, you fucking Whore!”
“First get me a cigarette,” Coreen told Joe.
“I’ll get it,” Willow said.
She got a pack out of her desk drawer and gave one to Coreen and lit it. Then did the same for herself.
Joe offered them each some Kleenex™ and they each dabbed at themselves to clean up.
Willow wiped her slobber off Coreen’s tits saying, “I owe you a bra and top. But it was worth it.”
“The Noob can spring for it. It’s all his fault,” Coreen said. “The fucking slut.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, “the fucking slut.”
They both laughed.
“What’s the midget’s name anyway?” Coreen asked.
“Search me,” Willow shrugged. “I never asked.”
“Joe,” He said. “And I’m not a midget.”
“Little Person, whatever…” Coreen corrected herself. Annoyed.
“I’m not a Little Person. I’m just short.”
Willow was getting pissed.
“You’re five feet nothing with your shoes on and you’re picky about being called little?” Willow chided. “Grow up!”
Coreen laughed.
Joe was actually five foot three and didn’t have any physical handicap but he was three inches shorter than Willow and Coreen positively towered over him at five-ten so he could understand why the women felt free to insult his stature. He was used to it. He felt like he deserved it.
He felt like an idiot for contradicting them. He should have let them go on thinking he was handicapped. Maybe then they’d have cut him some slack.
“Well, Little Man,” Coreen said, “you go down like a fucking elevator. I’ll give you that. You keep us happy and stay on the good side of Willow and me and your days here at Widgets Incorporated will be pretty much golden.”
“Yeah,” Willow agreed, “You’re a total waste of a male body but you’ll have it good here as long as you’re our pussy licking mascot. Coreen and I run this place.”
“Sure,” Joe said softly, overwhelmed at the news.
“Don’t strain yourself jumping for joy about it, Bitch,” Coreen told him. “I don’t know about you, girl, but I’m gonna have to go Bi permanently to keep using this wimp.”