Victoria’s Secret Slut – An Office FemDom Short
By Joe Brewster
 Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Joe Brewster/Transgressive Fiction
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Ian and Victoria had been an “Office Couple” for quite some time. An “Office Couple” is one of those male/female coworker relationships that becomes like a marriage without the sex.
They became two peas in a pod. They actually physically resembled each other. Both were 5’ 10” tall and weighed 120 lbs with mousy brown hair and plain facial features. Their personalities complemented each other. Victoria being outspoken and blunt. Ian being soft-spoken and shy. 
Victoria teased Ian that he was her “Office Wife” since Victoria obviously wore the “pants” in the relationship. 
It was obvious that Ian had a major crush on Victoria and Victoria took advantage of that in every way possible-- like any sensible woman would—with the exception of having actual sex. 
Victoria would, now and then, at random moments, publicly make a point of telling her coworkers that she and Ian had never had anything like a sexual encounter and, furthermore, they never would have anything like a sexual encounter-- unless Ian killed her and had sex with her dead body.
Most of the office thought “the Lady doth protest too much” but really didn’t give a care. 
One day the inevitable happened and Victoria and Ian were scheduled to represent the company at an out-of-town conference together.
After the conference they had a few drinks and when Ian walked Victoria back to her room she laid a big sloppy kiss on him. Tongue and all.
They practically fell into her room, instantly discarding her blouse and jacket and unbuttoning her skirt, still holding their liplock, and continued across the room. Ian unclasped her bra and she slipped out of her stockings and panties, when their faces finally parted Victoria fell into bed naked while Ian still had all his clothes on.
When Ian began undoing his shirt Victoria snapped, “Leave it!”
Ian was perplexed.
“I can’t have sex with you,” she told Ian, “you know that! Besides, I’m married.”
Ian was even more perplexed. Of course she was married. They were both married. Ian wondered what all of this was about.
Victoria slid her fingers deep inside her sex while staring intently at Ian. She withdrew her hand dripping with her wetness and held it toward Ian. “Have a taste,” she said.
Ian knelt on the bed and grasped her wet hand in both of his and put all four of her wonderfully sex-flavored fingers in his mouth and savored her juices as he gently sucked.
“You like?” she asked.
“Hmm,” was all Ian could answer. He liked. He liked very, very much indeed.
Victoria smiled viciously at Ian as he whimpered with blissful satisfaction. She withdrew her hand long enough to replenish a single finger with her sinful nectar and plunged her flavor-laden middle digit between Ian’s grateful puckered lips, driving it in and drawing it back with a deliberate piston-like action. Finger-fucking Ian’s face as though it were one big pussy.
Ian wasn’t much to look at but he was all her’s. Victoria owned him. If he couldn’t admit it before, he did now. He was one big pussy-- the fuck-face wimp.
“I can’t have sex with you,” she told him again, “but I can let you lick my pussy. I talked to the Hubby. He’s good with it. He knows how you’re my “Office Wife” and how I use you as my personal valet and all-around gofer. He knows you mean nothing to me. You’ll be nothing more than a pathetic excuse for a Dildo. He doesn’t mind if I masturbate with your tongue.”
Victoria watched as the look on Ian’s idiotic face blossomed with the sheen of submissive contentment. She lay back, spread her legs wide and got comfortable as Ian adoringly prostrated himself while assuming the submissive position and went down on her.
Ian was docile as a lamb as Victoria guided his left hand to lay flat above her bush. She loved the feel of glowing warmth and the bit of extra pressure on that part of her tummy.
Ian softly slid the middle finger of his right hand gently inside her until Victoria said, “Use two.”
Victoria palmed Ian’s head with one hand and rested the other atop Ian’s tummy warmer to get just the right pressure.
Victoria sighed with a teacher’s contented pride. Her months of prepping Ian now paid dividends.
Her Boy was giving her exactly what she needed from him. More like ‘Her Girl’ as Ian coaxed Victoria’s arousal with an easy feminine charm. 
Victoria taught him well. All trace of macho nonsense had been stripped from Ian’s personality. He knew better than to try to impress her with fancy moves or show off his misguided ‘manly’ skills or anything. Under Victoria’s silent supervision Ian provided the perfect physical stimulation as a backdrop for her sexual fantasy. 
Her mind now fantasized about the handsome young stud she’d earlier shared an elevator ride with. How she’d wished they’d been trapped. Now, in her sex dream, they were. 
The tall, dark and handsome executive had a perfect rock climber’s body that even his bespoken tailored suit couldn’t hide.
Her pussy throbbed with desire as she remembered how she returned his admiring yet superior gaze with a flirtatious gaze of her own. In her fantasy Victoria grasped his suit jacket and pulled him to her, pressing her mouth to his full warm lips and sliding her tongue deep inside him.
As they each explored the other’s wet, warm mouth--swapping spit in the most elegant possible manner—Victoria ripped open his custom tailored shirt to reveal a muscular chest and rippling six-pack abs.
Victoria let herself moan with the thought of nibbling at that chest and licking on that flat rippling belly. Sucking on the mounds of muscled, hard-bodied-flesh, his washboard, six-pack abs now offered her. Taking them softly into her lips one at a time, like so many Bon Bons, even as she slowly undid his zipper and fished out his whopping cock.
She heard Ian’s appreciative ‘hmm’ as she came in his face for the first time.
Victoria returned to her fantasy with renewed clarity. In her mind’s eye she began putting her tongue to the monstrous cock as she fixed her gaze on her dream man’s gorgeous face. His chiseled cheekbones framing lusciously sexy eyes. 
Victoria felt herself fill with feminine power on seeing his expression soften like putty into a slack lump of sexual bliss as she slid her lips around the girth of his member and drove her face toward his body. Her full wet lips formed a tight slick rim around his pecker as she slid it into her mouth. Her tongue massaged his pulsing rod, so rigid she could feel every vein pressed tight against the under-surface of his skin.
Victoria felt his fantastic cock-head tremble against her tonsils as the dream cock climaxed forcefully in the back of her throat as she swallowed his fantasy cum with a smile.
She had another climax as she pressed her hand down firmly on Ian’s and held it taut guiding Ian to lick her clit with the thought of hot white cum in her mouth still fresh in her mind.
Victoria relaxed a bit more in the mellow sexual haze of mixed dream and reality.
Back in her fantasy elevator, Victoria held Mr. Right’s spent member in her hand while kissing his neck, nibbling his ear and making out with him until his dick recovered its stiffness.
Victoria nuzzled against Dream Guy’s neck forcing him against the side wall of the elevator in the standing position and put the tip of his cock at her slit and slid herself onto it with a menacing groan. 
Both fantasy partners having got off at least once, she now went at it hammer-and-tongs banging herself repeatedly down on his hard cock in rapid fire action. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Until they were somehow on the floor of the lift with her on top still going to town on his fine body until she got a World Shattering orgasm. So World Shattering in fact that they hadn’t noticed the elevator began working again.
The doors opened on a lobby full of waiting women who began whooping and cheering wildly at the sight of Victoria topping her man. 
As Victoria imagined giving High-Fives and Knuckle Bumping all around with her imaginary fans she busted her nut one last time in Ian’s face drenching her pathetic puppy dog sex-punk with a G-Spot orgasm that unabashedly emptied her bladder right in his mouth.
Her husband would never put up with that but that’s what punks are for.
“Don’t even think about cleaning yourself up until after you’ve run me a bath,” Victoria commanded Ian. 
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Ian told her. He not only had a soggy face and shirt from Victoria’s orgasm but soggy pants from his own.
“God, you’re such a loser,” Victoria mimicked in reply, seeing his wet crotch. But she said it with a smile. Ian took it as a compliment. It looked to her as though Ian were actually proud of himself for being a total whore. “By the way,” she added, “if this gets out back at work that I let you go down on me or, heaven forbid, that I so much as let you make out with me I will kill you.” 
“Your secret’s safe with me,” Ian promised. 
“Good, now fix me a bath, Bitch!”