I sat at my desk turning the coin over and over in my fingers. The woman on the face was as beautiful as ever; the libidinous couple on the back remained as arousing as any modern porn I'd seen lately. I'd locked the diabolical coin in my home safe that morning, determined to leave it there for the next three days, but before I could get to the end of the driveway I had to stop and go back for it.
I was convinced that I had to have it with me to keep it safe, but I was only lying to myself. What I couldn't part with was the promise it offered. Holding it made me more than what I was. I felt more confident with the ancient token in my possession -- even though it was responsible for causing my dick to shrink. I also didn't want to give up on the ancillary benefits of having desirable women flirting with me in a way I'd never experienced before, nor would again once my time with the magical coin was done.
I paused once again to consider the 69ing pair. Her legs were parted in a way that suggested wanton lust had overcome her otherwise habitual modesty. Her mouth was open and ready to receive his engorged manhood. The graceful lines of her face showed a longing anticipation for the sexual gifts she was about to exchange with her lover. I felt the improbable urge to pull my cock out and jerk off right there at my desk. I gripped my growing erection through my pants.
"What are you playing with there?"
I'd been caught! Job, marriage, and dignity all down the drain because of a single indiscreet moment. How could I be so stupid?
I looked up and saw Emily standing at the threshold of my office. My heart raced as my stomach dropped. Would she run straight to H.R.? Or call me out for a pervert and humiliate me in front of my coworkers before filing a complaint?
"So shiny," she said, her eyes alighting on the coin I was holding between my fingers. "I like shiny things."
Relief flooded through me like a cold stream. I took only a moment to relish my reprieve from ruination before shifting the coin to my palm and holding it out to her. Emily moved into my office with a few sensual strides. I'd noticed that she was cute when she first started at the company a few weeks ago but never noticed her movements to be anything but commonplace. Perhaps the change had something to do with the candy-apple red leggings she had on. The way they gripped fast to her legs and hips left little to the imagination as to what she would look like naked from the waist down. She must know what this did to every man (and many of the women) who saw her. That our otherwise ordinary intern was transformed into a deliberately sexual creature merely by her wardrobe choices was highly intriguing to me.
"So pretty," she breathed when she got close.
Instead of taking it from my hand as I'd expected, she held my wrist and ran a finger over the raised profile of the goddess. She moved to flip it over. I should have warned her, but I wanted to see her reaction. Emily laid the warm silver disc back onto my open palm.
"Oh, my. Look at that." She gave me a sideways glance that came with a barely suppressed smirk. "They're having fun, aren't they?"
"I expect so."
Her finger traced the orally fixated figures. "I wouldn't mind being in her place right now."
"Perhaps you can bring it up with your boyfriend tonight." My pulse was quick, knowing that I shouldn't be talking to this girl in such a suggestive manner. Very unprofessional.
Her pout was adorable to the point that it made me want to rub my dick all over her face. "I swore off men six months ago after I broke up with the loser I was seeing. My girlfriends tell me I have terrible taste when it comes to guys, but there are parts of having a boyfriend I really miss."
"Oh? What parts are those?"
She tapped her fingernail on the coin and I looked down to see she was indicating the long, curved shaft of the man's cock. "I don't want another boyfriend, but I really need that part...if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean, Emily." I swallowed hard. It was happening again. She was ensorcelled by the magic of the coin. I'd been leering at her for weeks and the gods were using her to torment me. I knew in no uncertain terms that I could have this young woman -- violate her in almost any way I could imagine. Use her body to fulfill whatever immoral pleasure I could conceive of. But there would be consequences.
Not just the emasculating horror of losing more of my already diminished penis, but there would be another blow to my concept of who I was. I never considered myself weak-willed, but if I gave in I would have to accept that I was. I'd always been loyal to my wife. I might have been able to forgive myself for Gloria -- chalk it up as a minor, one-off indiscretion -- but if I did anything with Emily, I would be a confirmed adulterer. And, aside from all that, would she simply laugh when she saw my very unimpressive five-and-a-half-inch dick?
Emily looked deep into my eyes and apparently found what she was searching for. She went to my door, closed it, and made a deliberate show of locking it. She turned and leaned her back against the door and favored me with another one of those irresistible pouts.
"You didn't even notice my Casual Friday outfit. I picked it out just for you."
This drew my attention back to her attire. Emily had on a small black top that was once again too clingy to be strictly appropriate for the office. Her small breasts strained against the fabric, struggling for attention. Her lower half was sheathed in the shiny leggings that were the red version of the others she had on earlier in the week. When she turned to present me an opportunity to appraise her backside, it was obvious she once again had to go without panties. This outfit was anything but casual.
"They feel so good on me," she explained as she rubbed her hands up and down her thighs. "I was worried about getting a camel toe. You can't see anything down there, can you?"
"Uh...ahem...no. No camel toe."
She pinched the waist of her leggings and hiked them up tighter. "How about now?"
The swells of her outer labia had become blatantly evident, along with an enticing crease dividing them along the center. I leaned forward and took a good, long look. I was ashamed that it required so little effort for this girl to strip away all of my moral resolve with one simple move. I dropped the coin in a drawer, foolishly deciding the price I'd pay was worth just one more minor indiscretion.
"I can see it all very clearly now."
"You probably think girls who walk around like this are sluts, don't you?" Her coquettish manner was something I hadn't seen from her before.
I was never one to pick up on the subtle clues that women gave off, but this time my instincts read the signs easily.
"Yes I do, Emily," I said with a stern edge to my voice, doing my best impression of a boss.
"Do you think I'm a slut?"
"Only a slut would come to work dressed like that. Showing off your ass in those tight pants. Teasing all the men in the office with your long, sexy legs. Parading around with your breasts shamelessly on display. Are you even wearing a bra today, young lady?"
Emily bit her thumb and shook her head like a child that had been caught doing something naughty.
"And now you come into my office with the brazen intention of exciting me with your temptations."
"Did I?" She moved with feline silkiness toward my desk. "Excite you, I mean." She pushed aside the few pieces of office brick-a-brac I had on my desk and slid one of her red-clad ass cheeks onto the space she'd made. "Did I make your cock hard? I'm sorry, Marc, I really didn't mean to."
It was all the more sexy for us both knowing that was a lie. "Nevertheless, Emily, you have made my cock extremely hard. If you want to keep this job, you'd better do something about it."
She lifted her knees and spun around on my desk to face me. I noticed that her black high heels put the finishing touches on her transformation from perky office girl to horny seductress. She placed those heels on the arms of my chair, thus corralling me with her legs. It was the exact pose from my fantasies.
"Maybe you could rub your hard cock against my slutty camel toe. That might take care of things."
Emily shifted effortlessly from my desk to my lap. It only took her a few seconds to find my erection with her crotch. When she did, she began grinding on me. The material of her leggings was nearly frictionless against my dress pants. Her softness pressed against my hardness. Her hands went behind my neck and she pulled me to her. My hands went to her ass and encouraged her to grind harder. We were forehead to forehead as she worked her body atop mine. Small, restrained sounds of pleasure began to escape her throat, then her mouth suddenly found my lips. She kissed me passionately like I was a lover she hadn't been with for a long time. She stroked me faster with her pussy. I became worried I would cum too soon and this joyous moment would be spoiled before it reached its natural climax.
I kissed Emily back and let my hands explore upward. Her body still had the slender fragility of youth. I think my wife has a sexy body, but she has become more...substantial over the years. Not fat by any means, but in a way that's more subtle. My wife is a woman in no uncertain terms; the lively intern in my lap was still very much a girl.
"Is that helping?" Emily panted, lightly biting my lower lip.
"It's making things worse, actually." My hands cupped her small breasts through her thin top. "Or better, depending on how you look at it."
"Maybe I should suck your cock. I think that would be a good idea." She arched her back in response to my thumbs finding the stiff nubs of her nipples. "Please let me suck your cock. Please..."
I savored her words. Never had a woman, or girl, begged for me like that before. It felt good to be wanted, desired, needed in such a visceral way. I nodded and she slipped down onto the floor in front of me like a worshipful penitent. She unzipped my trousers and a flash of pink showed. My stomach clenched with the humiliating fear that this is where our liaison might suddenly end. I was wearing Gloria's satin panties!
