Emily

by dixon2121@hotmail.com.

She pulled her black thigh-high stockings up her twenty year old legs and hurriedly slipped on the black platform shoes she had received on her birthday last month. Grabbing her purse, she ran out the door excited to get to work. For the first time in her life, she actually looked forward to a job.

It was a cold morning, and she was very underdressed. The wind swirled up her short, white skirt, which reached just below where the stockings ended. Her nipples almost poked through her black, cotton top. Shivering, she pulled the door closed and started the engine.

A few minutes down the road the car started to warm up and she could start thinking about something other than how cold it was. Her thoughts immediately went to Emily, as they had been for the last three days. Emily was her new boss. Her former boss was Mrs. Thompson, a hideous old hag that had treated her like a two-year old child. She hated going to work back then. When Emily took over for Mrs. Thompson it became a whole new career. Emily treated her with respect and was very complimentary. Emily was gorgeous.

She thought back to when she had seen Emily for the very first time. Sitting, long legs crossed, leaning over to fix a buckle on her shoe, her cleavage was a form of perfection. Flowing blonde hair, and green eyes completed what she had considered to be the sexiest sight she had ever seen. She turned up, and sang with, the radio. Smiling, she felt the moisture between her legs.

She got to work and went straight to her office, knowing Emily wouldn't be there for another hour. Only a few people came to work this early and most of them were in a different hallway. She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and thought of Emily.

She slowly slid her hands up her shirt, cupping her firm breasts. Licking her lips, she teased her nipples with her cold fingertips, imagining they were the tip of Emily's tongue.

She put her feet up on the edge of the desk. Sliding her hands up her little skirt, she slowly touched her hips, moving slowly accross and inside, caressing her soft inner thighs.

Lifting her tight little butt off the chair, she slowly slid her white thong panties to her knees. Her wetness caused them to stick briefly to her pretty trimmed pussy. She licked her fingers and teased the outside of her sweet vagina, by barely touching each lip with her wet fingertips.

She moaned softly, thinking of Emily licking her so gently and passionately. Sliding the middle finger of one hand into her wetness, she rubbed her clit slowly with three fingers of the other. Her precum slid down onto her asshole. Feeling that, she inserted her pinky into that tight hole too. She moaned louder as both her holes were being pleased so perfectly.

Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a small vibrator she kept for this early morning ritual. Continuing to fingerfuck herself, she turned it on, and even the sound it made brought her closer to orgasm.

She loved teasing herself. Drawing circles around her clit with her toy, she added another finger into her wet pussy. She spent hours at a time pleasing herself at home. But the risk of getting caught at work made her so horny she couldn't help but cum faster.

She loved pretending that Emily would slowly unlock the door to her office, catching her masturbating. She would slowly walk over to her, unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her large breasts. Pulling her skirt up, showing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, she would straddle one of her legs and start grinding her, already wet, pussy on her thigh. She imagined putting Emily's breasts in her mouth, licking her hard nipples, hearing her moan with pleasure.

She was thinking of this now, almost crying with pleasure she whispered Emily's name. The vibrator was hitting her clit perfectly, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Pulling her fingers out of her pussy, she brought them to her lips, and licked them softly, pretending them to be Emily's delicious bald pussy. It tasted so good. Her imagination was making her crazy, as her hips squirmed all over the chair.

She reinserted her fingers and fucked herself hard. Biting her lip was all she could do to keep herself from screaming. Pushing her feet against her desk, she lifted her torso off of her chair. Rising and falling, she cried Emily's name, cumming repeatedly, over and over, never ceasing. It seemed to last forever, and with pussy throbbing, she wiped the tears from her face. Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest. Feeling her heart rate slow down, she rested her head back on her chair and smiled.

Just between you and me, I wonder how hard her heart would be pounding if she had known that there were cameras in every office. And, I wonder how long she would have came if she had known that Emily had arrived to work early that morning. And, I wonder how hard her pussy would have throbbed if she had known that Emily had watched everything from her office. But, most of all, I wonder how many tears would have fallen if she had known that Emily's heart was pounding, and her pussy was throbbing, and her tears were falling as she closed her eyes and smiled, leaning back in her chair, crying her name.