Bi-Sexual Female / 36
Oysters On The Table Is Just About The Most Delicious Dish
I worked for a large accounting firm. As an Audit Senior I was assigned to work with Josh, a Manager. He was married with two toddlers. The teams are close so no surprise I met his wife. During busy season we worked late and that night it was just the two of us, it was after nine and I asked Josh what he wanted and I would go get it. He said he wanted oysters. I didn't get it, he repeated that he wanted to eat oysters, and he wanted me to serve him.
I was 25, had just passed my CPA exam, felt like a very mature professional, but I had no idea what he meant. He pulled me around and stood me in front of him against the work table. He said lower your pants, better still take off your pants, and sit on the table, lean back and offer me a dish of oysters.
How totally naïve, I understood the take off my pants part, the oysters part went over my head. He stared at me until I uncomfortably took my shoes, pants and panties off. He gently touched my private parts, licking his finger and running his finger between my lips, and licking it again. By then I was fully expecting to be put on the table like a vestal virgin and suffer through my initiation into the in crowd. He pushed me against the table told me to sit on it. Lean back, spread your legs, and he lowered his head between my legs and enjoyed his dish of oysters that night.
It was many months later, at a party of the inner circle boys and girls, that some kidding became pushing and shoving, and this one Tax Senior opened her legs and I leaned down between her legs and had my first dish of oysters for dinner.
I was 25, had just passed my CPA exam, felt like a very mature professional, but I had no idea what he meant. He pulled me around and stood me in front of him against the work table. He said lower your pants, better still take off your pants, and sit on the table, lean back and offer me a dish of oysters.
How totally naïve, I understood the take off my pants part, the oysters part went over my head. He stared at me until I uncomfortably took my shoes, pants and panties off. He gently touched my private parts, licking his finger and running his finger between my lips, and licking it again. By then I was fully expecting to be put on the table like a vestal virgin and suffer through my initiation into the in crowd. He pushed me against the table told me to sit on it. Lean back, spread your legs, and he lowered his head between my legs and enjoyed his dish of oysters that night.
It was many months later, at a party of the inner circle boys and girls, that some kidding became pushing and shoving, and this one Tax Senior opened her legs and I leaned down between her legs and had my first dish of oysters for dinner.
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