Ella’s Boy Goes Down Without A Fight
Joe Brewster
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Copyright 2012 Joe Brewster
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This story features the same cast of characters as ‘Ella’s Boy’. Think of it as the further adventures of Joe, the Office FemDom sex toy.
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I love eating pussy. Is that so wrong?
Going down on a woman that really enjoys being gone-down-on turns me on more than any other sexual activity I can think of. More than having a woman go down on me, even.
Some people think that’s weird.
My idea of a dream come true would be a friends-with-benefits type of ‘Fuck-Buddy’ relationship except there would be no fucking, per se. I’d simply be her ‘Lick-Buddy’ so to speak.
The thought of orally rendering the perfect female orgasm is enough to make me weep. When it actually happens you can bet I am having one hell of a cum of my own, in my own right, from the massive sexual charge a perfectly eaten pussy generates in me.
I’d get my sexual kicks by delicately uncovering the secluded zones of arousal that lay hidden within the wet folds of her steaming sex. I’d coax the secret of her most flawless orgasm with skilful licks and kisses until its perfection was revealed under my loving tongue.
My needs as her partner would be of no concern to her. There’d be no need to reciprocate or in any way return the favor. Eating her lusciously wet, sinfully-scented pussy, and seeing her cumming ecstatically, is all the favor I’d need.
I’d be eating her pussy with only one goal in mind: to bring her to the most perfect climax possible. Once my mission was accomplished I’d be perfectly satisfied.
It sounds feasible at first, doesn’t it? It should be the most do-able thing in the world. But just like the more traditional ‘Fuck-Buddy’ scenario, the emotional factor tends to sabotage even the most perfect hook-ups.
Possessive feelings tend to occur when a woman and a man get naked and lie down and make love with each other. Touching and rubbing, face to face, while kissing and fondling each other; each partner smelling the scent of the other’s hair, breath and skin; each tasting the flavor of the other’s sweat and spit. It is no wonder that friends-with-benefits always end up badly or go to the next level and become full-fledged relationships.
In fact, that’s what happened with my ex-wife and me. We were friends with benefits that got married and then became enemies that got divorced.
But why should that be true if I’m only going down on you? I’m the one getting intimate with your pussy. All the tasting and smelling and licking and fondling is on me. I’m the one responsible for processing all the alluring personal qualities of your amazingly sensual parts. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy it. You get to ignore me as a person and dream about whomever you want. Get emotionally attached to your dream if you’d like but think of me as a useful tool, nothing more.
Anyway, as I mentioned, I’m newly divorced. The whole ordeal left me drained. Financially, mentally, and sexually, too.
I took a second job at a call center working the phones nights and weekends for extra cash until I got back on my feet and got my life together as single man again.
The most amazing thing happened. It was like a gift from Heaven. My dream came true.
My boss at the call center was female and fine. She made me go down on her right from the start. I became her all-around office boy and—after hours—I’d go to her office and get down on my knees and become her ‘Lick-Buddy’ love slave.
Her name was Ella. She was about fifty-years-old and looked fabulous. She strutted her stuff decked out in black patent leather stiletto heels and sharp business attire. The tight skirt of her tailored power-suit hugged her luscious buns and revealed plenty of thigh; I was hypnotized with mouth-watering desire. The first time I saw her I wanted to eat her so badly I trembled inside.
The night shift was slow. I only had five coworkers—all women—and they all noticed my obvious excitement over Ella. They couldn’t resist teasing me about it. Actually it was mostly just Molly, Ashley and Joan. Barb was too busy acting like a supervisor to join in and talk trash. Besides she wasn’t welcome. The other girls resented her arrogant attitude.
Vicki didn’t actively tease me either but she seemed to enjoy the fun. She was a sweet young kid of 19. The rest of us were quite a bit older than her. Joan, Molly, and I were all in our thirties. Barb and Ashley were in their mid-to-late twenties.
Even though Ella was the one that captivated my lust my coworkers were no slouches either when it came to looking good. They all had nice bodies. My dormant sex drive was officially revived and cruising along in high gear with this group of women.
It didn’t take long for Ella to get wind of my obsession and before the night was over she made it clear that I was her personal sex object and off-limits to the rest of the crew as far sex was concerned. That was fine with me. I loved this arrangement.
Throughout the night we all talked trash and teased each other so that by the time Ella was ready for me to go down on her at the end of our shift I was hyper for oral action.
Ella completely validated my ‘Lick-Buddy’ persona and took command of me in every way. The quality of her orgasm was beyond anything I’d ever experienced. She put me through my paces as her real live sex toy the way an expert rider and her mount combine to move as one and smoothly work off of each other to achieve ultimate victory under the sure hand of the rider’s strict guidance.
I had no desire to have sex with anyone but Ella in any way, shape, or form. I was happy as a clam being her slit slurping slut. She was all the Woman I could handle.
Unfortunately circumstances beyond my control slowly undermined our exclusive arrangement and threatened to ruin my good thing with Ella.
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Ashley was twenty-five. She had great hair and striking features. She stood about medium height, with a slinky build, and large breasts—she was stacked. Without that ample chest her body might have resembled a stick figure.
Ashley had the uncanny ability to change her persona to fit her mood. She could go from looking like a Super-Slutty Porn Star, to a tomboy girl-jock, with a simple change of clothes.
Three days a week she worked a day job as a receptionist for an insurance agency. On these days she could be dressed to kill in heels, black stockings and a tight butt-hugging miniskirt with an half-unbuttoned silk blouse that showed the black lace of her bra (if you could take your eyes off her cleavage).
This was the sexy, sizzling hot, full-out eye-candy outfit she wore when she hit her boss up for a favor or if she needed to ask for a raise.
Her skinny legs and ass were thin, but shapely as sin, as she strutted about in her tight skirt and platform heels.
Thankfully she wore this get-up rarely or I would have OD’ed on the testosterone eating away at my brain.
Today she was dressed casually in running shoes, a loose fitting pair of faded jeans and an over-sized sweatshirt. She came up behind me with her hands stuffed in her back pockets and rested her chin over my left shoulder as she watched me making coffee.
We were alone, together, in the break room.
I hummed to myself, savoring the feel of her body on mine.
“Whatcha doin’, Mister Joe?” she asked like a curious child. All innocent and light.
“You like the smell of coffee, Mister Joe?” she asked again in a little girl voice.
“Yes, I do,” I said, “but what I really like is the way the front of your shirt feels against my back,” I paused before adding, “And you sure do smell purty, too.” I was trying to sound like a kid myself.
She leaned into me, playfully pressing her breasts firmly against my back, before she pushed off and bounded onto the counter next to where I stood. She placed her hands under her thighs as she hunched over; the huge oversized sweatshirt billowed out hiding her breasts in the great empty space underneath.
There she sat dangling her feet like a knock-kneed kid hanging out on a park bench.
“Joe, you’re such a flirt, you!” she said with pleased surprise.
“Just making conversation is all,” I continued. “This coffee making being such hard work ‘n all, I gotta’ do sumthin’ to help pass the time.”
“Joe, you’re funny. I like funny guys. I think they’re sexy,” she said; her eyes twinkling.
She had me smiling, too. I won’t lie.
I couldn’t believe a hot chick like Ashley was flirting with me one-on-one like that. That was nice. After hooking up with Ella the night before I felt confident enough to just take it in stride. Go with it. Ordinarily I’d be nervous. It was nice.
Then Barb walked in.
“Get back on the phones, Ashley,” she said. “We’re busy again.”
I actually thought Barb sounded more concerned than bossy. But Ashley didn’t like it. Barb wasn’t our boss. Ella was.
Ashley was about to tear into Barb until we saw Ella go into her office across the hall.
Ashley left in a huff, glaring at Barb as she brushed past.
Barb started yapping. Saying if I knew what was good for me I'd steer clear of Ashley. Barb told me she’d personally beat my ass if I crossed Ella. I had no intention of crossing Ella.
I liked Ashley a lot but only to joke around with. Ella was the one imprinted on my mind.
I took Ella her coffee.
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When I got back out on the work room floor Ashley was talking on the subject of Ella being a terrific boss to work for. Then the conversation got off track a little bit.
“Remember that night that dork from accounting came in?” She asked around.
“Oh,” said Molly. “And you were in your Headlights uniform?--- ”(Headlights is a sports bar with big busted waitresses in tight V-neck T-shirts and short shorts.)
“Whoa!” I said to Ashley. “You worked at Headlights?”
“Molly is so full of shit. I had on shorts and a T-shirt. It was hot up here. It was summer,” Ashley said.
“Joan, help me out here. Was she or was she not looking like she’d fit right in at Headlights?” Molly wanted to know.
“I don’t know if it was that bad but I couldn’t get away with wearing an outfit like that. Not with this body,” Joan told her.
“Oh it was that bad,” Molly began again.
Ashley jumped up, “Well Molly maybe if you dressed a little more like that your old man would give it up and you wouldn’t be so crabby all the time.” She was angry a little.
“What has that got to do with anything?” Molly asked.
For the first time all night Vicki opened her mouth and said something, “You guys... Joe doesn’t want to hear this stuff.” She was being thoughtful of me.
“He’ll live,” Molly said.
Then Molly said to Ashley, “You’ve got some nerve calling me crabby. You’re the moodiest person around this place... what does me being crabby have to do with you dressing like a - whatever!”
“I like to surprise Mr. Ed once in a while. You know. Wear something sexy once in a while. Gets him horny,” Ashley said. “So sue me.”
“Wait a second. Who’s Mr. Ed?” I asked.
“Her husband’s name is Ed,” Joan told me. “She calls him Mr. Ed because he’s big enough to eat hay. Like the horse.”
“You mean because his dick is big enough to eat hay,” Molly offered.
Things got heated. Ashley didn’t like the way Molly said that. Vicki didn’t like them talking that way in front of me. Molly was still upset about Ashley’s comment about her being crabby. Joan just sat there with her hands folded over her head waiting for the storm to pass and I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Hey! You guys break it up!” Barb yelled as she came thumping out of her cubicle. “Just settle down. It’s bad enough you guys don’t want to learn the manuals in your free time but jeez can’t you keep it civilized?”
For once the girls, even Molly and Ashley, were glad of Barb’s interruption. But they still didn’t like her.
“Ashley, you’re the one always bragging about how hung Ed is,” said Molly, in a more subdued voice. “I like Ed. He’s a great guy. I didn’t mean anything bad.”
“I guess I shouldn’t have called you crabby either,” said Ashley. “Let’s just forget I ever said that. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Y’know that whole big dick thing is way over-rated,” Ashley said.
“Whew! I’m glad to hear that,” I said. It got a good laugh.
“Well... maybe not way over-rated but a little,” said Ashley. “I mean if you can make a fist around it, and still have enough meat left to deep throat, anything more than that is a waste.”
“Anything more than that!...” I said. “How much more than that could there be?”
“Oh, there be plenty. Right Ashley?” said Molly.
Ashley made a fist and held it up, “About this much more. I can wrap both hands around it and still do deep throat on him.”
“Damn,” I said marveling at the thought of having a Johnson like that.
“Poor Ashley doesn’t know what to do with the extra inches,” Molly said, then added, “He can give them to me if you want.”
Everyone chuckled.
“Well it’s not just that,” Ashley continued, “He can pass out.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“If I get him worked up too quick. Or too much,” Ashley said, “So much blood rushes to his cock that his blood pressure drops and he can faint. It’s a problem. Especially if Ed’s standing in front of me when I’m on my knees giving head. He might fall on me.”
“Has that ever happened?” asked Joan.
“No,” Ashley said. ”But almost.”
“That is amazing,” I said.
We were all silent for a moment.
“What was I starting to say before...?” asked Ashley.
“About some guy in a suit that came in nosing around,” I reminded her.
“Right. So this Dork is supposedly making some kind of performance check or something.... Anyway, he was standing over my shoulder while I was on a call, just staring down my front at my boobs,” she said.
“I don’t care if someone looks, you know? Fine. That’s gonna happen, I know. Usually I’m like, “Go ahead and knock yourself out.” But for one thing, it’s rude to stare. For another, this guy – this idiot in a cheap suit - is trying to act so cool. Like, as if, he’s really looking at my computer screen or something.
“So he’s pissing me off. I mean he is right up close towering over me. Like, close enough that we’re actually touching. Ask these guys,” she motioned around the room.
“So to get him to back-off I went like this...” Ashley lifted both her arms above her head, like she was going to yawn, and she arched herself backward over the top of her chair. Her tits burst tight against the fabric of her top, threatening to bust loose completely at any moment. She looked like she was launching a couple rockets off her chest.
Sitting across from her my view was impressive. I can imagine what kind of eyeful this Dork got.
“I thought she was gonna flop out of her top and on to the floor,” said Molly.
“Yeah. So this guy had to actually jump back to get out of my way and, I mean, he really got something to look at,” Ashley said. “Served him right.”
“So what’s the problem?” I said. “You must have made his day.”
“Oh no,” Joan said. “After we started laughing he became so flustered that he didn’t know what to do. He went and hid somewhere until Ella came in.”
“This is the cool part,” said Ashley “This Dork started yelling at Ella. Actually yelling. Ella wouldn’t hear it. I mean I thought, maybe, she might be mad at me. There is supposed to be a dress code. But she wouldn’t take nothing from this guy.”
Joan said, “Ella told him off, yelling, ’This is MY office and these are MY people. My name is Ella Major. Write that down. I don’t want any excuses. If you or anyone else from corporate ever comes back lurking around MY office without MY permission you will have a MAJOR problem to deal with,’ that guy was so scared... it was hilarious.
“From then on whenever any guy would drop off supplies or anything they’d get all apologetic falling all over themselves saying, “I’m sorry to walk in here like this.”
“She had them all scared shitless,” said Molly.
“The coolest thing though,” said Ashley. “Ella just walked to her office when she was through. She never said anything to us. It was like nothing happened. She didn’t care that we played this guy. Tough luck, y’know. The guy shouldn’t have been where he didn’t belong. That was it.”
“Wow. That is cool.” I agreed.
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I went to the break room to make another pot of coffee just before lunch. Vicki wandered in while the others were busy.
She seemed to have something on her mind.
“How’s it going tonight, girl?” I asked.
“Fine,” she answered. “Joe, does it bother you the way we girls–the others I mean-- talk out there?”
“No. Guys talk a lot worse than that,” I told her. “It’s kind of weird hearing women talk about their sex lives and stuff but it doesn’t really bother me.
“That’s good,” Vicki said.
“It bothers you to see people uncomfortable, doesn’t it?” I asked.
“Yeah. A little.”
“Well, I’m alright,” I said. Changing the subject: “I guess you guys are glad you don’t have coffee duty anymore, hey?”
She looked uneasy.
“We never made coffee, Joe,” Vicki said. “Nobody had the job of making the coffee. Barb usually did it.”
“No kidding. How’d she get stuck with it?”
“The same way she gets stuck with everything around here. Nobody else wants to do anything so she gets it done,” she said.
“Really?’
“Yeah. The other girls--- I like ‘em, they’re nice--- but when they say Barb’s not on the phone and stuff like that, well, it isn’t true. She does more work than anybody around here.”
“Wow.”
“I wish they would try to get along. I’d like to help her out but I feel funny. I don’t want the girls not to like me and Barb really doesn’t make it easy either. You know what I mean?” she asked.
“I know.”
The girls were getting ready for lunch and we could hear them leaving their desks.
“Joe,” Vicki asked hurriedly. “If I needed to talk to you about something, could I talk to you?” She looked a little worried, “Even about sex?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Anytime.”
"Even if I wanted you to---?" The girls came walking in so Vicki never finished her thought.
It could wait. I'm sure it was nothing.
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A few days later Joan phoned me at home before working hours.
“Vicki has a favor to ask,” she said.
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. “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 she wondered if maybe you would volunteer to be our ...”
“Practice Dummy?” I finished her thought for her.
“I was going to say “Male Stand-in”. 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 livid,” 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,” she said.
“Gee, thanks,” I said.
“Just so Vicki won’t be intimidated, that’s all,” Joan said. “I’ve seen the front of your pants when you’ve had a hard-on. It’s good that you’re small. 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, plain and simple. She’s using you. It’s not like you’ll be going down on Vicki and me. 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 Vicki and I will play bitches 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 just an advisor 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 thing and let a woman turn him into her muff-licking slut-- not even getting laid but just going down on her like you go down on Ella. He thinks that’s, sick, twisted, stuff. He says that’s something only guys should do to women--- exploit them like that.
”Paul’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. What’s the big deal, anyway? You have to expect a spouse to know the basic office gossip.”
“Oh, alright,” I said giving in finally. “I guess it is 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.”
I should have followed my conscience and refused to go along with this. I’m certain I would have refused if it weren’t for Vicki’s benefit.
She was such a sweet kid. And nearly crippled with shyness.
I was certain she’d be devastated if I begged off. The dear girl couldn’t even work up the courage to ask me herself even though we were like-minded souls and felt comfortable with each other. And that’s what bothered me—having an extra person like Joan as the go-between.
I could risk getting Ella mad at me for the sake of bolstering Vicki’s sexual self-esteem. Especially since, as Joan pointed out, I wouldn’t be going down on her or anything. I think I could make the case to Ella that I did it as a charity thing. But Joan was another matter.
Joan was great but I had a hunch she had something up her sleeve besides helping Vicki with her blowjob prowess. There wasn’t much I could do about it now. I had already committed myself.
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“Come on in, Joe,” said Joan when I arrived Saturday night. “Vicki’s down in the basement, we’ve got it set up like a family room down there, would you like a beer?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll bring one right down. It’s that door on the right. Go say “Hi” to Vicki and make yourself at home,” Joan said.
There, on the nice big sofa, in front of the nice big entertainment center, in the middle of the nice big basement, sat Vicki. She looked as though she was about to be swallowed up as she sunk into the stuffed cushions of the couch.
“Hi, Joe,” she said in a small voice.
“Hi, yourself girl,” I replied.
“I really appreciate you doing this, Joe. I didn’t want to say anything at work, but really I do,” Vicki said.
“The pleasure is all mine. Just relax and have some fun,” I said. “I know I will.”
I sat on the sofa next to her and put my arm around her for a hug and gave her a light kiss on the forehead hoping to break the ice a little. She was a bit tense.
“Here’s your beer, Joe,” Joan said as she entered the basement. She flipped on some music.
“Well, are we about ready?” Joan asked.
She told me to stand up. I was going to put down my beer and undo my pants but Joan stopped me.
“Let Vicki do that. Drink your beer, Joe. Relax,” she said.
Vicki got on her knees in front of me and, fumbling, undid my belt and pants.
“Good. The main thing is just relax, Vick,” Joan said. “You’re doing fine.”
Joan took over to start things off. She showed Vicki how to work a cock before it was really hard. Running her warm tongue over my growing pecker. It felt good.
“See Vicki,” she said. ”It’s not like there are any secret moves. If Joe was bigger I may have taken him into my mouth and went to work bobbing on him right away. Most guys you meet will be bigger than this. There aren't many this small, actually. So you'll usually have more options. You’ll have a lot more meat to work with. The point is there is no set way of doing it. Just go with it.”
I knew I was no great shakes in the size department. Joan was just helping Vicki understand. She knew I wouldn't be offended.
"Joe's got a real tweezer dick. That's what we girls call 'em. You need to use your thumb and forefinger like a set of tweezers to hold on to it. There's not enough room to make a fist around it. There'd be nothing sticking out. At least this gives you something to look forward to. You will most likely never see a dick this small again," Joan was laying it on thick. She probably wanted to put Vicki at ease by critiquing me rather than Vicki.
Joan watched Vicki bob on me for a few minutes, using her patented tweezer technique.
“Alright,” said Joan. “Looks good. I’ll leave you on your own for a couple minutes while I get myself a beer. You ready for another one yet, Joe?”
“I’m good.”
“I’ll bet you are.”
A few minutes later Joan returned beer in hand. She had changed into a man’s big flannel shirt with nothing underneath but panties. I must admit she looked awfully sexy in this skimpy wardrobe. She had nice legs. Long and thin. She set the beer down and knelt beside Vicki.
“It looks like Miss Vicki has everything well in hand, hey Joe?” Joan said.
“And mouth,” added Vicki.
We chuckled at her joke with approval.
“She won’t say two words all night but stick a dick in her mouth and she’s a regular comedian,” observed Joan.
We laughed lightly.
“Are you ready to get him off?” Joan asked Vicki.
“I guess so,” Vicki replied.
“The main thing is whether or not to let him cum in your mouth. And, if he cums in your mouth, whether or not to swallow,” Joan said. “If you think you’re comfortable with it most guys would like you to swallow. Wouldn’t you say, Joe?”
“Oh, Yeah,” I said groggy with fatigued excitement.
“I’d like to try that,” Vicki told us much to my delight.
“Okay,” Joan said. “Keep doing like you were but a little quicker. It helps to speed up a little at the end. Good.”
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 it down.
“You okay, Vick honey?” Joan asked as Vicki 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. In the back of my mind I still had the idea there must be some ulterior motive for Joan to have 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.
Then Joan stood up and dropped her panties.
I realized that my hunch was right.
“Well, Joe, I made you happy. I played your cock-licking bitch. Now it’s your turn. Get ready to make me happy,” Joan leaned back on the sofa and spread her thighs wide, “Get on your knees, Joe. You’re my bitch now.”
This was cold. This was cruel. But what could I say? If I threw it back on Joan that this whole thing was her idea and I really hadn’t wanted any part of it, it would be traumatic to Vicki’s confidence. She’d be crushed.
I obeyed my new master. I had no choice. I got down on my knees and knelt in front of Joan like I was her bitch. I stuck my face in her wet warm pussy, and started licking. Like a bitch! I was her bitch! I couldn’t believe it. Joan turned me out like a common whore and made me go down on her. It was unbelievable.
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 Ella's boy. She owned me. I was proud to be owned by her.
Now I was trapped.
I knelt at Joan’s lap licking her muff. Eating her pussy. Obeying her commands. I was a disgrace to my Lady-Boss Ella. I was a cheating slut of a bitch.
Vicki moved to the far 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,” Joan told me. “You’re my bitch now, remember? I want to enjoy this. Just take your time, Slut,” Joan took total control over me.
There was no use fighting it. I went down on her the way a good bitch is supposed to go down on the woman that owns him. I submitted to Joan totally. She took ownership of me. Here--- now-- I was hers. My World began and ended in the space between her thighs.
Joan called me her Bitch, her Whore, her Slut. She demanded to be licked just so, jamming her hips harshly into my face. Demanding that I hold my tongue a certain way as she pumped herself against it. Punking my face. Utterly dominating me.
She forced me to say I loved being her bitch. She made me tell her how wonderful she tasted. She treated me the way she could never treat her husband. She made me say and do things her husband never could.
I told her what she wanted to hear, just to be nice, (I think she fantasized that 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. She was role-playing, I know, but some of the names she called me, and the things she forced me to say and do, came close to the point of almost being insulting.
Just when Joan finally pushed things too far, telling me she was gonna tie me up and whip my sissy ass and forcing me to say I’d love to be tied-up and punished--- she came. With a force that surprised me, she had a truly earth shattering orgasm.
Though my efforts were distracted, at best, she could not have been more satisfied. Her domineering talk had had a liberating effect. She was floating on air.
Vicki excused herself to finish masturbating in the bathroom.
Joan looked at me with tears in her eyes. “You have no idea, Joe,” she said. “That was the best anyone has gone down on me in at least ten years. Maybe ever.”
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 thrown for a loop. 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.
oooOOOooo
Joan didn’t feel up to driving Vicki home so I volunteered.
She lived about twenty minutes away in the upscale part of town. It was a nice drive and it gave us a chance to talk.
“Quite a night eh, Vicki?” I asked.
“I really enjoyed it, Joe,” she said. "And that was so sweet of you to go down on Joan and let her abuse you like that, know what I mean? You got violated. I’m proud of you.”
“Why is that?” I asked.
“Because I know you really didn’t want to. I could tell.”
“Was it that obvious?” I said.
“Not to Joan, I don’t think. Whether you wanted to or not didn't matter. She wasn’t paying attention to you anyway-- know what I mean? You were just there to be used. I've never seen her look so beautiful. She looked so hot. She glowed. I'll bet she felt awesome. As soon as she forced you into being her bitch she started glowing. That was cool. She really got into it. She brought out the ‘Inner Bitch’ in you, big time. You SO got played. She cracked the whip and you reacted like a trained animal. You were terrific, Joe."
"Thanks."
We drove on.
“I like you, Joe,” she said for no reason.
The conversation lapsed a few minutes.
“You know, Joe, I’m an actor. I take classes at college,” she told me as we pulled up in front of her Aunt’s house where she stayed.
“I didn’t know,” I said. “Nobody told me but I totally get that about you. You’re so shy and quiet but I can feel that you are really deep and full of empathy. It doesn’t surprise me at all. I’ll bet you’re a hell of an actor.”
“Thanks, Joe” she told me. “Nobody at work knows. You’re one the few people I’ve told,” she said.
I sat back and looked at her.
“You know that stuff about my boyfriend wanting head?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I just thought I needed some experience. To help my acting. We do these workshops and some are pretty intense. You explore places mentally in the mind -- you know? And I can just tell that I need some stuff, some material, for my craft.
“I mean I know it’s acting I should be able to go to places without actually having been there myself -- and I can, I can do that -- but for me sex is like a whole area that is just blank. There is nothing there for me to reference -- you know what I mean?
“People poke fun at me - I know it’s all friendly - but I really am pathologically shy. And it held me back. Because --- sure there were guys I could’ve let hump me just for the hell of it --- but I’m shy, not desperate. I need a connection, a real emotional connection with someone before I could let them --- you know --- be with me. I don’t know why I’m going on like this to you, Joe. But thanks for listening.”
The implication of what she shared hit me hard. I was honored. I didn’t know what to say so I just told her I enjoyed being with her and we sat quietly for a moment.
“Joe what’s it like playing the bitch?” she asked innocently.
“With Ella it just feels so natural. I love it when she calls me to go down on her like I’m her personal slave or something,” I told her.
“That’s nice,” Vicki said.
“That scene with Joan was weird, though. It didn’t feel right. But I didn’t want to disrupt things after the night had gone so well.”
“I know what you mean,” Vicki said.
“Now I’m glad I did it. She was so desperate,” I said.
“You’re a good guy, Joe,” she said. “You know, I’m so mousy people probably think I’d be a good bitch. A submissive bitch like you -- know what I mean? Letting yourself be degraded and humiliated so someone else can get their kicks. Like letting Joan use you without any regard for your feelings or any respect for you personally.
“But I think you need a lot of confidence to be that kind of bitch, Joe. Know what I mean? The kind of bitch you are: complete tool with no will of your own: an object that gets used and abused and dominated beyond recognition. It was awesome to watch.
“Joan cancelled your pride as a man and you never flinched. You knelt there and took it. You seemed so sure of yourself.”
“I dunno,” I said. But I think she was right.
“It would be easier for me to play the other role and be Dominant -- you know what I mean? I’m still too mousy but at least you’re not risking anything,” she said.
She paused.
“You know, Joe, if I ever did hit it big and became famous with my acting this could be quite an opportunity for you,” Vicki said.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“Well, you could tell everybody you went down on the great Vicki Chance -- you know what I mean?”
“But I didn’t go down on you--” Then I figured out what she meant as she smiled in anticipation. What the hell, I couldn’t very well cop a plea that I was Ella’s exclusive bitch after what I’d done with Joan.
Vicki shimmied out of her jeans and we pushed the seat back as far as it would go.
I had just enough room to be comfortable as I knelt on the floorboard under the dash and she wrapped her thighs around my ears.
I was a little uneasy about giving oral sex on a public street. The last time I had sex in a car Vicki was probably still in diapers. But there wasn’t any traffic and Vicki was a quiet sort of girl.
She was going to make this easy for me.
With both hands she grabbed my head by two tufts of hair and held me close.
I tasted the flavors of her innocent marrow as she worked herself against me and I licked at her wetness.
My cock, weary from the many erections of the day, lay nestled in my briefs like an old dog on a warm rug.
It seemed a fitting ending to an eventful day.
We moved together in a quiet rhythm as she found a comforting tempo for her tender clit and in the sheltering darkness of tree-lined suburbia she achieved a sweet climax and a promising reference for her craft.
oooOOOooo
Monday, before the shift was half over, I knew I was in trouble.
Joan and Vicki didn’t say anything, but they didn’t need to say anything. All evening they sat around with wide smiles plastered on their faces. Being together in such close quarters kept reminding them of Saturday night. They couldn’t keep it out of their minds. They couldn’t stop smiling.
Molly picked up on it right away with Joan, “Looks like somebody got laid this weekend, hey, Joanie?”
“Paul was frisky. He bowled a 300 game and won a big pot,” she lied. ”That always gets him in the mood.”
“You sure you didn’t get out the red teddy and black stockings and coax him into a little tongue action?” Molly kidded.
“Maybe I did. I’ll never tell,” said Joan being coy.
“Well I’m glad one of us is getting something,” Molly laughed.
Vicki was keeping her head down. Reading a magazine. She never reads during work but because she is always so quiet no one really noticed. After a while it became obvious to me that she wasn’t reading at all. She was simply holding the magazine in front of her face because she was so self-conscious about smiling. I kept thinking that one of these times she is going to put it up to her face upside down and give it away for sure.
At some point just before lunch I became aware of Ashley staring at me.
“She knows,” I thought.
When I wouldn’t return her gaze she really did know. She was smoldering.
As we got up from our desks to go to the break room for lunch Ashley asked me, in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, “Joe, can you take a look at my van? I think a wheel is loose on it or something. Could you check it out for me?”
Ashley and I walked out to the parking lot.
“You low life!’ Ashley yelled. “You did it, didn’t you? You went down on both of them, didn’t you?”
I just stood there.
“Don’t say a word! I know. I can tell. And Little No-Peep over there with her magazine isn’t fooling anybody. She read the same page all night! How could you do this to me?”
I didn’t say anything.
Ashley slammed backwards against the side of her van in a show of disgust, ”Ughh!” she sighed, and slid down to the asphalt coming to a sitting position with her knees up. She put her arms around her knees and held herself tight.
“See, this is why I love Mr. Ed so much. He’s never let me down,” her voice was quieter now but still agitated. “Everyone thinks it’s because of his cock - I never should have said anything - but it’s not. He’s the only guy that’s never let me down. He’s not like you, Joe.”
She looked up at me with sad eyes and disappointment.
I couldn’t say anything. The only things that came to mind were stupid. I could have said that, technically, she had no business being upset with me, because, technically, we were nothing to each other. Technically, I could win that argument. But this wasn’t a debate. Technicalities be damned.
The way Ashley and I flirted together made the workplace fun. We looked forward to our moments alone. Molly would say things that implied she wanted to get sexy with me, but that was in a group, and then only to get a rise out of me. Ashley was the only one I really seriously flirted with.
We both assumed that if I were to slip and cheat on Ella, Ashley would be the one I’d go down on. I had implied as much several times. The last time she wore a mini skirt to work I stuck my tongue out at her when no one was looking and wiggled it suggestively. She shot me a flattered smile. It was our little secret.
Ashley felt betrayed. She was right.
She stood up and put her head on my shoulder.
“Joe, you and Mr. Ed are the only two guys that would just let me talk and not say anything. Not argue with me,” she said as she put her arms around my belly, loosely. “I know you’re sorry. I can see that.”
She was tender now.
She turned me around so that my back was against the van. She pressed her hips to mine. We stood crotch to crotch; her breasts resting on me; foreheads together; eye to eye.
“Don’t worry,” she said with a voice of concern. “I’ll let you make it up to me.”
“Thank you,” were the only words I could think to say so that’s what I said.
But as we walked back into the office I couldn’t help but feel a creeping sense of fear come over me.
ooOOOoo
It had been a two weeks since Ashley called me out about going down on Joan and Vicki.
On Tuesday night Ashley rushed in as I made coffee.
"Joe, it's on. Tomorrow night. After work," she was super excited.
"What's on?" I played dumb. I had a good idea what she meant.
"Don't play, Joe,” she said, “you know exactly what I mean. Mr. Ed doesn’t work on Thursday and I don't work my day job so we can both stay up late. So tomorrow night after work we'll go to my house and-"
"Wait a sec here Ashley. Mr. Ed? You, me and Mr. Ed?" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
"You'll like Mr. Ed. He thinks you're cool. He wouldn’t mind being Ella's bitch himself if he didn’t have me,” Ashley said.
"Wait. I don't understand," I said. My head was swimming. Did I fall into a parallel universe where everyone is living out a porn film?
"Mr. Ed just wants to watch,” Ashley said. “He's cool with it. Think about it. If you were hung like a horse would you be jealous of a guy like you, Joe? Joan told me how small you are. It's okay. That's cool. You're gonna put it in my ass anyway so it helps that it's small. My butt hole is tight. You'll like it, Joe. Just wait and see," Ashley was talking so fast, so excitedly that I couldn't get a word in.
"Hang on. Hang on. Hang on. You talked to Joan about me? I’m doing anal on you?” I asked. I was miffed, “When did you talk to Joan and don't I have any say in what we do?"
"Joe, what’s your problem? You knew I busted you about Joan and Vicki. I just went to Joan and asked for details. She knew she was busted so why hide it? And as far as you having any choice about what we do: no, Joe, you don’t. Deal with it.
“You screwed up, Joe. You hurt me bad. I’m the one that gets to say how you make it up to me,” she said. "I can't force you to do anything. I’m not going to kidnap you. But why are you being so mean? I thought you liked me. I thought you'd be happy that I let you do this for me,” she pouted with her bottom lip stuck out and all. “You'll get to suck my tits," she added.
"I didn't say I wouldn't Ashley. You know I think you're special, right?" I asked. "I'm just not used to all this. You sprung it so fast. And, well, I know I'm not that big but does everybody have to talk about it?" I said.
"Don't be a baby,” she said, fully recovered from her pout. "So it's on then, right? Tomorrow after work?"
"Okay," I told her.
"I knew you'd want my tits!" Ashley beamed triumphant.
Ella didn’t want a session Wednesday so I was able to get over to Ashley and Ed’s fairly early with libido intact.
Ed was built like granite, six foot five and about 280 pounds.
“Nice to meet you, Joe,” He said, without waiting for Ashley to introduce us. “We’re just gonna keep things mellow and have fun. Ash has told me so much about you. It’s really nice of you to do this for her.”
“Nice of him?” Ashley barked. “What about me? He gets to stick it in my ass and lick my tits and you act like he’s the one doing me a favor Ed,” Ashley seemed perturbed.
“Yeah but Ash, we’re the ones that wanted to do the anal,” Ed then turned to me. ”See, Joe, Ash has such a cute little ass - I’d really like to bone it - but I’m just too big. I’d rip her in half.”
“I see,” I said, not knowing what to say.
“So he gets to pop my cherry, virgin, ass. Damn. He should be ecstatic,” Ashley said.
“I’m sure he is, Hon, he’s just a little nervous, probably. He never even met me before,” Ed said.
He seemed like a good guy. He understood what it was like for me.
“Whatever,” Ashley huffed. “Well let’s stop moping around and get started. If Joe’s not too shy, that is. He sure wasn’t shy about muff-diving every other chick in the office. That’s all I know,” Ashley glared daggers at me.
They had a space cleared out in the living room. They put down a bed sheet over the thick shag carpeting.
Ed sat on the sofa about ten feet from where Ashley and I were going to be doing it.
“Want a beer or something, Joe, before you get started?” Ed asked.
“No, I just had a shake from Clown Burger before I got here. I don’t think that would mix very well,” I told him.
“I’m ready to go you guys, okay?” Ashley said. “Quit stalling.”
“Ash, be nice,” Ed said.
“I am being nice,” she countered. “I can leave if you two want to be alone.”
Ed rolled his eyes at her.
“Come on, Joe, get your clothes off already,” Ashley said.
Ashley was wearing a robe and shed it quickly. Her massive breasts were breath-taking. Hanging off her thin milky white body they ballooned out in front of her displaying the biggest and most delectable nipples I had ever seen.
My rod stood straight out as I quickly stripped.
“Didn’t take long to get him in the mood. Did it Ed?” Ashley said smiling. “I knew my tits would get him horny!”
“I’m okay,” I said.
“I’ll say,” Ed said. ”Be gentle now, Joe,” He kidded.
“Alright. Alright. That’s enough chit chat. Lay down, Joe. Let’s get started,” Ashley told me.
I guess I’m a little slow on the uptake. It hadn’t occurred to me that Ashley would be on top.
“You’re getting on top?” I asked.
“Of course, I’m getting on top,” Ashley said, as though I were stupid. ”I’m the one in control. I’m the virgin here, Joe. I can’t have you slam-banging away at my ass. I don’t know how deep I want to go. Not that you could go very deep with the little dick you've got, but this way you can suck my tits easier, too. It’s way better,” she said. “Quit whining.”
I wasn’t whining but I let it go. I lay down on my back as Ashley straddled my lower legs and sat down.
“I gonna warm you up a little, Joe --- that’s a good name for it, Little Joe,” Ashley joked.
She bent down and licked Little Joe up and down then took it into her mouth and started bobbing slowly. I was melting inside. She was goo-o-od. I could see Ed on the couch out of the corner of my eye but I tried not to pay him any mind.
Ashley got me fully erect and then applied some lubricant to Little Joe out of a tube. She slathered the jelly-oil onto my shaft. For someone who thought Little Joe was so damn small she wasn’t taking any chances.
Ashley then got on all fours and, before settling onto my cock, crawled to me and bent down to kiss me. She opened our mouths with real passion and drove her tongue down deep into my throat swabbing my tonsils. Using the weight of her entire body she pressed her mouth on mine with force and immediacy. She shared with me her true intimacy right there. She was sweet.
She now leaned back and her butt hole made contact with my cock head; right on target.
Her tight ring resisted at first then gave way to mild pressure as she slid her butt hole down past the head of Little Joe.
Her facial muscles went slack as if she were dreaming. Eyelids drooping slightly, she paused. Ashley’s tight rim warmed my cock and I felt its tenseness relax. She eased herself halfway down my stiff pulsing shaft.
I took Ashley’s left nipple into my mouth and warmed it tenderly. I licked at her delectable rack. I gently nibbled the hard nub rising from her pink Silver Dollar size nipple. I ached with desire.
Ashley held my throbbing cock in her asshole as our bodies held this beginning position. Even in this relaxed elastic state Ashley’s anal ring held itself firmly around my cock. Tight actually. She seemed to luxuriate in the feel of my pulsing pecker in the grasp of her lovely little butt-loop.
This was tender. This was sweet. This was going to be much better than I had imagined. We were going to slowly savor the innermost sensations of our bodies. I kissed gently on the breast of this wonderful young woman as she left her brash frantic self at the threshold of our lovemaking...or so I thought.
She suddenly sat back full force on my cock. It sank fully up her ass as she sat up straight.
Ashley looked over at Ed as he sat stroking his massive tool, naked, on the sofa.
“Ed get your ass over here,” she barked.
Ed looked at her.
“Now, Ed!” she said urgently. ”I need to suck your cock--- Now!”
Ed walked over and stood with his feet apart, one on either side of my head. I could forget about sucking on Ashley anymore. I was staring straight up at Ed’s hairy balls.
Ashley ignored me completely. I was just a pillow to sit on. She didn’t move her hips at all. Her bunghole locked around my cock real tight and stayed there. My dick was getting numb.
Ed’s shlong was down Ashley’s throat in no time. Its thickness displaced her voice box, giving Ashley the appearance of growing an Adam’s apple and having it magically disappear as she worked his meat.
Ashley was lost in the bliss of her own sexual gratification. She worked the long pole with hypnotic concentration as though it were an entity unto itself.
With eyes closed she passionately grasped the meaty thing; Ashley nurtured its pulsating fullness with all the devotion her expertise could bring to bear.
This rare thing in her throat was hers. She owned it more than Ed did. He merely kept it warm for her.
Her free hand rubbed her clit with the keenness of self-infatuation. Ed and I were simply necessary tools for Ashley’s self-indulgent carnal fulfillment. At this moment Ashley’s reality didn’t extend beyond the surface of her own skin.
“You okay down there, Joe?” Ed asked.
“I guess so,” I answered. “I should’ve brought a book to read though so I wouldn’t have to stare at your hairy balls.”
Ed laughed at this.
Ashley pulled the long cock out of her throat with one quick movement causing Ed to wince with pain as the suction broke, “Shulluck!”
“Guys--- Do you mind...?” she inquired with some irritation, her voice rough from the cock riding on her larynx.
She went back to throating the pole.
I shut my eyes and lay still.
As Ed began softly moaning, a frightful thought occurred to me, When Ed blasts his nut I’m gonna get showered.
“Ed, can Ashley handle your load? Can she get it all in her mouth? I don’t want your cum all over me down here.”
Ashley’s eyes got wide and she poked me in the chest with her free hand. She didn’t like me talking.
“Yeah,” said Ed. “She can-- but she usually sprays it all over herself.”
I freaked.
“Ashley you better eat it okay?” I requested.
“MMMmmmMMM,” she said. I had no idea what she said but Ed seemed to understand.
“It’s like a phobia for guys, Ash. You know like some people are afraid of snakes?” Ed told her.
“MMMmmmMMM!” she answered rolling her eyes, arms out at her sides, palms up. Seemingly meaning, “Hello! I’ve got an Anaconda down my throat! Afraid of snakes?! Puleeze!”
“Yeah, Joe. I guess she can't relate to a snake phobia. In fact she might be part snake herself the way her jaws stretch like that to eat my cock," Ed observed.
Ashley again pulled the massive member out with a rush, "Can you like not talk for a minute guys? I'm trying to concentrate here--after all I'm doing this for you Ed. And Joe if you didn't want to do this you should have said so BEFORE! Now shut up, close your eyes and lay there. A couple drops of cum won't kill you. It’s like - maybe - dish soap. Doesn't anybody care about me?"