The next day Chris was looking over the numbers he got from finance. He just got back from his lunch break. He lifted his eyes and saw that a new set of emails arrived. He was surprised when he saw Emily's among them. The time stamp on the monitor showed 2.17 pm. He opened her email and relaxed back in his chair.
"Dear Sir,
Last night was a revelation to me. The way you guided me to open up. I confess I was frightened when I heard the knock on your door, but even more startling were the excitement and the rush that I felt while sucking your wonderful cock with someone else in the room. I love having it in my mouth and showing you how much I adore it. It makes me ache just thinking about it.
This morning I woke up wet with desire. I disrobed myself and was naked on my bed; I took my vibrator and placed it beside me. First I started touching my nipples; they hardened so fast, I left one hand to play with them while the other was traveling down my stomach to my pussy. I rubbed the wetness all around it; I rubbed my clit and gave in to my secret thoughts. I imagined last night but with a different ending. I imagined Marc coming down your desk and finding me there sucking your cock Sir. I imagined you two sharing a secretive smile and Marc unzipping his pants. I imagined you ordering me to please him with my mouth the way I do with you. I imagined taking his cock in my mouth and trying my best to make you proud. Marc would be moaning at my touch and you would order me to suck you both with my mouth, going from one to the other. That is the first time I came Sir – with images of you both in my mouth. I didn't stop touching myself though. I kept imagining what would happen next. You ordered me to take Marc in my mouth all the way in, he wasn't as big as you Sir and that made it easier. Marc placed his hands on the back of my head and started pushing himself inside me wildly, he was on the verge of coming, and I wanted to remove myself from him, not wanting to take his sperm, but your order me to swallow it all. After that, you took me onto your lap, and started fucking me - imagining your cock inside of my pussy made me grab my vibrator and push it deep inside of me, turning it on, while still rubbing my clit.
Marc sat at your desk watching us intently, watching your cock going in and out of my pussy. He got hard again. You waited for that moment to take me off and ordered me to get on my feet and bend over exposing my ass at Marc. You wanted to see him fucking me and to see how I would respond to that. He felt good inside of me. He had a steady rhythm and you pushed your cock in my mouth. You wanted me to fuck you with my mouth while you let Marc fuck me from behind. When I moaned around your cock, you twisted my nipple hard. That was the second time I came, Sir.
I couldn't stop myself, I kept pushing the vibrator inside my pussy, and I wanted to come again. I wanted to feel your cock inside of me Sir. I kept imagining the pounding Marc was giving my pussy and your cock fucking my mouth. Marc started shouting he was about to come and you ordered me to go down on my knees and bare my breasts for you. You both started stroking your cocks above me, showering me with your sperm all over my chest and my mouth. When Marc was done he thanked you, looked at me sitting there covered in sperm and left the office. That was the third time I came Sir. My clit was soaring from all the rubbing and I couldn't move a muscle anymore.
When I came to my senses I felt ashamed at first for behaving like a true slut - letting you both treat me like a fuck toy. I felt confused because I feel only deep attraction towards you. But the idea of having you both inside me is something that makes feels me deeply aroused. I hope you don't use my intimate thoughts against me; I am still unsure how I would react if that really happened. I went to shower myself, rubbing myself clean of my thoughts. An image of you appeared again in my mind and once again I moaned and touched myself while the hot water was pouring down at me. I imagined you in the shower next to me - taking me hard from behind, slapping my ass, and grabbing my throat, fucking me roughly and making me scream your name over and over again. I came again Sir. I took the shower head and pressed it against my throbbing clit. It soothed me. I enjoyed it. I grabbed a towel and went outside. I went to my bedroom and took a sexy pair of underwear - that is the only thing I am wearing currently, as I made myself a cup of coffee and am spilling my most inner thoughts to you Sir."
Chris smiled to himself. He was hard. She was opening up to him even faster than he expected. He would lie if he didn't admit he pictured sharing her with Marc yesterday but that would be far too soon. She was still in the process of getting to know herself. His little plaything is making him very hard.
He finished his work for the day and packed up. He knew just what to do with her.
Emily was feeling free and relaxed, cathartic even. She still didn't get dressed and was relaxing reading a book on her sofa. She was wondering what he thought of her email. He didn't respond. A little frown appeared on her forehead. What if he didn't like it? She tried to push that thought from her mind. Her doorbell started buzzing. She wasn't expecting anyone; she quickly pulled a silk robe on her and went to look at the peep hole. There he was, looking straight at her. Her breathing quickened.
"Open the door Emily." – He commanded her. She had no choice but. She unlocked it and let him in. He shut them loudly, locking them before returning his eyes at her.
"You've been a very good girl Emily. I am very pleased with you my little slut." – His words were soft, but his stern look left her speechless. He stepped closer to her and pulled her towards him, he kissed her on her mouth. The kiss was just like him – strong, commanding with a touch of softness in it.
