Embarrassed Much? A Sick Office Femdom Flash Fiction Erotica Sex Story
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Copyright 2009 JD Kindle/transgressivefiction
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This short fiction contains graphic descriptions of extreme sexual humiliation between consenting adults. It is meant to be read by adults. This is not your Momma’s erotica!
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Joe had a quick question for Krista. He ducked into her office before leaving the building.
Meara was there, too, having a chat; relaxing after a hard day’s work.
Each had their bare nylon clad feet up on Krista’s big rosewood desk. Each sitting on opposite sides across from each other.
Their short skirts rode down inclined thighs--- nearly flashing bush.
Joe saw a hint of Meara’s panties above her stocking tops.
“Ever hear of knocking?” Meara asked with a scowl.
“What’s it to you?” Joe countered. “It’s Krista’s office.”
Meara always gave Joe a hard time. Just nitpicking, but annoying as hell.
“What an asshole,” Meara sighed. “It’s the principle of the thing, Bitch.”
Krista didn’t seem to appreciate the interruption either but didn’t say anything. Krista was cool. She and Joe were friends.
“I didn’t mean to barge in on anything,” Joe said with a hint of sarcasm. “I wasn’t sure anyone would still be here. Everyone else left out of here at 5 o’clock.”
“Whatever…” Meara said, wearily.
“What’s up?” Krista asked.
Joe had a question about an upcoming meeting and she told him what he wanted to know and he turned to leave.
“Hang on,” Krista called out. “We’ve got a question for you.”
Meara smiled. Sort of. Maybe smirked was more like it.
“Okay… ?” Joe said, tentatively as he took a seat in the one remaining chair.
“If there’s two people – alone – together - in one place - can one of them be embarrassed?” Krista asked.
Joe drew a blank.
Meara laughed like she thought he was an idiot.
“I’m serious,” Krista said, taking her feet off the desk and leaning forward in her seat. “Say if it was just you and me in this room would it be possible for me to embarrass you? You know, with no one else here?”
“I guess so,” Joe said. He wasn’t really sure he knew what she meant.
“See!” Meara said, triumphant. “It’s a guy thing. I told you!”
Joe sat there bewildered.
“Mear and I say you can’t be embarrassed in front of just one other person,” Krista explained. “You have to have a group, or an audience of some kind, otherwise you can be insulted or a person can be rude to you, but for you to be embarrassed there has to be more than just the one other person. There has to be a third party to observe you getting insulted or treated rudely or else you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. You see what I mean?”
“He’s a fucking idiot,” Meara said. “Don’t ask him. He already said yes. He’s nothing but a Dimwit Fucktard.”
“Hey!” Joe barked at Meara. He didn’t like her going off like that.
“Embarrassed yet?” Meara laughed. “I’d be embarrassed too, if I was you, just walking around.”
Krista laughed now, too, and now Joe really was kind of embarrassed. He liked Krista. It bugged him that she would laugh at Meara’s joke.
He started blushing and then they really burst out laughing.
“Sorry, Joe,” Krista told him. “But you gotta admit it’s pretty funny. Talking about being embarrassed and you turning red as a freshly spanked ass. I don’t mean to laugh.”
“Speak for yourself,” Meara said. “I ain’t sorry. He’s lucky I don’t beat his ass.”
“What for?” Krista asked.
“Just on general principles,” Meara told her. “Wimps like him rub me the wrong way. It pisses me off the way he comes in here and sits down like he owns the place. As if he belongs here or something.”
“Krista asked me a question,” Joe said, “It’s her office.”
“She asked a simple question,” Meara said, “that’s no reason to sit down and make yourself comfortable. If I wanted your opinion I’d slap it out of you.”
Krista laughed some more. At least she had the courtesy to try to stifle it, Joe thought. She couldn’t help herself.
“Tell him the rest,” Meara said to Krista. “I want to see the Punk blush some more.”
“What do you say, Joe?” Krista asked him with a smile. “You think you want to know what prompted all this?”
“I dunno,” he mumbled.
“I warn you, if you’re squeamish now you’re probably too delicate to handle it. It’d be a bit much for most regular guys to take.”
“I’m regular,” he said.
“A regular Homo,” Meara said under her breath.
“It’s all about how Meara treated this guy,” Krista said. “She made this guy whine and practically break down and cry. He said Meara embarrassed him. Just her and him alone.
“He got used like a street-hoe, no doubt about it, but so what? People get used all the time. Unless they get violated in public what’s there to be embarrassed about?”
“I dunno,” Joe said again. Mumbling even more than before.
Meara said, “Tell him what I did.”
“Let him guess,” Krista suggested. “How about it, Joe? What do you think she did? Care to speculate?”
Krista and Meara sat back and waited for Joe to say something but nothing came out.
After a few seconds Joe realized how silly he looked just sitting there paralyzed. His eyes widened in horror as Meara’s brutal gaze bore down on him. His lips moved mutely. Nothing came out.
The girls started busting a gut, nearly rolling around on the floor laughing out loud, at the sight of Joe’s predicament.
“Jeez, talk about performance anxiety!” Meara said. “This limp-dick Bitch is about as impotent as a wet dishrag! Can’t get it out, can you? Can’t get it up either I’ll bet! Fucking Pussy!”
“Chill down, Girl,” Krista said. “Give the guy a break. It’s funny but it’s nothing to chop his cock off about.”
Joe appreciated Krista sticking up for him.
“Joe’s okay,” Krista went on, “he’s a little shy maybe. His main problem is, he’s a guy. That’s all.”
“You sure?” Meara asked.
“About what?” Krista asked back.
“You sure he’s a guy?” Meara said, looking at Joe, not Krista. “He had me fooled when he first walked in. Talking back to me and stuff it seemed like he might have a pair of balls. Now I’m not so sure. To be honest, now, I don’t think so.
“Tell me, Joe,” Meara asked with mock innocence,”Do you squat to pee?”
Joe got almost angry. It roused him enough he decided to leave.
“Hang on, Joe,” Krista said as he rose to go. “She’s just playing with you. Don’t leave.”
Krista walked up to him and soothingly straightened his collar and rubbed his shoulders a little.
“We didn’t mean to scare you,” she told him, “we were just having a little fun. You take things too seriously.”
Meara seemed kinda miffed,” Whip out your tit why don’t you? Let the baby have a suck and pacify his pansy ass.”
“Stop it,” Krista told her.
Joe felt better. He got his bearings back. He felt like he needed to get back on even terms with Meara somehow. Maybe Krista would help.
He came right out and asked what Meara did to the guy.
“You’re too fucking dense to explain anything to,“ Meara said, “it’d be way easier if I showed you and we acted it out.”
“That’s enough!” Krista told her. “Fun’s fun but this is too much even for you, Mear.”
“No,” Joe said, emboldened, ready to throw down, figuring he’d score some macho points by calling her out, “I’m up for it. Let’s go.”
“Oh, now you’re up for it?” Krista sighed, somewhat exasperated, figuring she did her part to try and help him. “Okay, Tough-guy, you’re on your own,” she said, washing her hands of the matter.
Meara pushed her chair away from the desk and turned it toward an open area.
“Get your ass over here and kneel, Punk,” Meara told him.
“Keep it PG-13, Mear,” Krista told her.
“Sure. I’ll keep my panties on. We’ll just pretend he’s going down on me.”
Joe felt disoriented, a little woozy even, hearing this last bit. But one way or the other he was in for the long haul. He did as Meara ordered. He knelt at her chair; between her shapely legs in black, thigh-high, stockings; facing her crotch.
She had one foot resting on top of Joe’s shoulder. The contour of her perfect arch radiated warmth throughout Joe’s body. She draped the other leg over the arm of her chair. Her skirt was now completely pulled above her hips at her waist. Joe was staring at the sheer fabric of her thong panties barely covering her bikini-waxed pubes.
“You comfy?” Meara asked, sarcastically.
“Sure,” Joe answered. They were all surprised that he sounded so calm. No one more so than Joe himself.
Meara held their pose, thinking if she paused long enough it’d freak Joe out, but after several seconds he said, “I’m ready.” Like he meant it. Like he was into it. Like he thought today was his lucky day.
The wet of Meara’s slit showed through the dampened fabric and Joe just about peed himself with excitement.
Meara looked over at Krista, as if to say ‘Here goes nothing’, and slid into Joe’s face, moving her foot off Joe’s shoulder and slinging it down his back.
“Oh. My. God,” Krista whispered.
Joe licked through the thong. So sheer it actually enhanced Meara’s pleasure as it rubbed her clit. But Joe moved it aside to gain deeper access as he licked her wet folds and probed inside her.
“There goes the PG-13… ” Krista observed.
Meara sat back and relaxed, enjoying the ride. Frankly surprised at Joe’s confidence. It wasn’t the best licking she’d ever got. Not hardly. But better than she ever expected out of this Wimp.
She had to admit it was almost as good as working herself with a dildo.
Joe was enjoying himself. Wondering what the fuck was wrong with that guy? How could he be embarrassed about eating pussy?
Maybe the guy hated Meara so much it galled him. She must have blackmailed the dude into doing it.
Joe was lucky. He pretty much hated Meara himself and ordinarily would have been pretty conflicted about pleasing her like this.
He still would have done it.
He loved eating pussy.
But getting rooked into it like this made it easier to take. He was blowing their minds.
Krista and Meara probably expected him to faint. But he showed them. He turned the tables on their little game and went to town on Meara.
“Okay,” Meara told Krista, “here’s where I supposedly embarrassed that other chump.”
She grabbed a handful of Joe’s hair and jerked his face away from her pussy hard. Snapping his neck violently back. Then she did it again.
“All these Twinks, I think they’re lesbo wannabes or something, women trapped in a guy’s body. They got these cute moves. Like they think they know what they’re doing or something.
“See how he - or should I say ‘She’? - flicks my clit three times one way, then once the other? Like she’s got it down pat? A real smooth move?
“That other guy did the same thing. Had a few set patterns. Thought he knew what it took to get me off. So I jerked him back whenever he got too cute. Too proud of himself. Like he’s doing me a favor.
“That’s when he started whining. So I slapped him like this,” Meara hauled off and slapped Joe along the side of his face and head. She boxed his ear and rang his bell.
“Ouch!” Krista let out a yipe but Joe didn’t fluster.
“I’ll say this,” Meara said, “I think this bitch here may really be a trapped woman. She’s tough. She takes a licking and keeps on licking.” She laughed.
Joe felt funny. Not as confident as before. He was starting to feel abused.
He didn’t know what to do except tough it out. At least Meara gave credit where credit was due. Joe appreciated that. His toughness impressed her.
Right now that was about all he had going for him.
“What do you think?” Meara asked Krista. “She good or what?”
“All I know is I’m embarrassed for her - him - you’ve got me saying it now,” Krista said. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to pass him in the hall from now on without having to puke. Ughh, What a gutter-slut!”
“She’s still into it,” Meara said, “aren’t you, Darling? She’s got another cute move up her tongue, don’t you slut?”
Meara gave a smile of mock approval. Then spit in Joe’s eye.
The big sticky wet wad of saliva blinded one eye and Joe went to wipe it out with his fingers.
“Leave it!” Meara commanded.
Pathetically, Joe blinked his eyelid to clear it out but only succeeded in getting the slimy spit hopelessly soaked into his eyelashes. Stringy wet web-like mucus stretched across his field of vision without breaking, effectively blinding him in one eye.
Meara spit in his other eye to balance things out.
“Are we having fun yet, Bitch?” Meara sneered.
“I’m okay,” Joe mumbled. He knew he was dead-meat but he was committed. He had asked for it. Now he had to gut it out. He had to stay the course no matter how much it cost him in dignity and pride.
Krista had been standing but now she had to sit down. She looked down at the floor. She couldn’t bear to watch. “I think I’m going to be sick,” she said.
Joe felt his only hope was to do such a good job pleasing Meara’s pussy that she forgot about jerking him around and spitting on him and whatever else she had planned and it almost worked.
If it weren’t for Joe’s oral skills he wouldn’t have had any sex-life at all. The only relationships he’d ever had, that lasted any length of time, were based solely on his ability to give good head.
Eventually all his girlfriends moved on, to guys that made more money and had bigger dicks, but most guys either didn’t eat pussy at all or did it to simply to reciprocate for blowjobs.
They weren’t really into it like Joe was.
So a lot of Joe’s ex’s dropped in on him from time to time just for him to go down on them. Some with the blessing of their new mates.
Joe developed an impressive skill set.
Now he pulled out every trick in the book to get Meara wound up tight.
It didn’t take long.
“Oh, you sleazy, skeezy, Bitch!” Meara muttered through clenched teeth. Joe had her worked up to a fevered pitch. Too pent up to play games it seemed.
Just then she drove her heel into his kidney and straight-armed his forehead backward, arcing Joe’s hyper-extended spine unnaturally back till it bowed tight.
Meara took control of her own stimulation.
She forced Joe to stretch his tongue to its fullest and hold it still as she gyrated her clit against the very tip of it. Nearly out of reach. Joe strained to maintain contact as Meara kept pushing him back.
Krista looked up at the first sharp snap, certain Joe’s back was fractured, but too creeped out to care.
Meara came with a vengeance. In true squirting style. Gushing copiously, cum spewed out of her, looking more like projectile vomit than anything else.
Joe ate it all down. He’d had plenty of practice on his ex’s. Not that he had much choice with Meara holding his throat wide open.
Krista put her hand to her mouth to keep her own bile down but the sight of all this was too much.
She hurled chunks.
She wasn’t about to mess up her office any more than it already was, but with no time to reach the waste basket, she dropped to her knees and grabbed Joe and opened his jaw as though doing CPR and puked down his throat.
Some residual backdraft trickled out of his nostrils but he more or less kept it down.
They all slumped silently in their places. Exhausted.
In a few minutes they were more or less back to normal.
“You’re lucky all Krista had for lunch today was soup and salad, Slut. If she had the all you can eat buffet you’d be getting your ass beat for not holding it down,” Meara said.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah,” Joe said. “Promises. Promises. First you try to embarrass me. Now you threaten to beat my ass. Talk is cheap.” He told her playfully, adding, “Don’t tease me, please me.”
The women both stood agape.
“Are you saying you weren’t embarrassed?” Krista asked, incredulous.
The truth was the entire event was so over-the-top, off-the-charts, ridiculous, that Joe didn’t feel anything.
Meara broke the needle off his personal cringe meter.
He was numbed beyond all shame.
He used that flatness of affect to make the only play he had left.
He played it off like it was nothing. All in a day’s work. Or play. Or something.
Krista looked at him with grudging admiration.
Meara shot her a look, then went over and threw her arm across Joe’s shoulder with a grin saying, “This looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
“Friendship?” Joe asked.
“Friendship. Ownership. Whatever.”
Owned? Hell, it wasn’t so different than being used by his ex’s.
Joe’s emotions, his feelings, were starting to come back.
Owned. Hearing the word made him feel warm inside.
“Make sure your Bitch cleans her mess before she leaves,” Krista told Meara.
Meara slapped the back of Joe’s head,”Slut, you heard her! Get to it, Bitch!”
Joe’s dick got hard.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said with a smile.
By the time he was done the place sparkled. He did his new owner proud.
The End