5 comments/ 22633 views/ 4 favorites Just One More Fantasy By: rachel_hirt Chad hated his job. He really wanted to write computer code for video games. Instead, he sat at the help desk of a large corporation mindlessly telling clueless people how to change their desktop background. He was twenty two and had a college degree, damn it. He should be working towards ownership of a startup software design company. Unfortunately, there was nothing extraordinary about Chad. He had dark hair and eyes and a face that, while not repelling women, didn't exactly draw them in, either. He had an average body of average height. But he did have a sharp mind and a growing cynicism, a lethal combination when used correctly. Recently, Chad was involved in a new project that was taking up much of his time. The company was switching to a new document management system and everybody's e-mail had to be moved to new servers. This was a fairly routine task that was, at least, different than Chad's normal task. One user at a time, he and his help desk mates were working their way through the list. Chad noticed that the next batch of e-mail to move was that of Emily Smith, VP of Sales. This would be the same Emily Smith that everyone in the know recognized as a rising star in the company, certainly a potential CEO candidate in the future. She was thirty eight, brunette, and gorgeous. The only time Chad helped Emily at her desk, he came away with a significant start to an erection. He knew only two things about Emily: One, she was the only 'older' woman he ever wanted to fuck; and Two, she knew virtually nothing about the computer network. Therefore, the entire time her e-mails were magically floating from one server to another, he was picturing her in her blouse, too many buttons open, a flesh color bra coming into view as she leaned over her desk. Just as he was about to move the hardening cock inside his pants, he noticed a message on the screen. 'Folder could not be moved.' He entered a few administrator passwords and prepared to move the individual folder manually after seeing that the privacy setting had been set to the maximum. He saw the name on the folder, EWS Personal. Being an otherwise slow day and with nobody in sight, Chad decided to have a peek. The first thing he detected was that every message was to or from James Jones, who he quickly found out by looking at the address and reading a couple messages was a VP at his company's fiercest competitor. He read approximately half of the e-mails. He discerned the following, among other things: Emily had benefited greatly from some information James passed along; Emily and James were having a sexual relationship; and both had a dreadful fear of their spouses and bosses finding out. Chad threw a thumb drive into the USB port and directed the folder to that location. A moment later, the contents were in his pocket. Chad leaned back in his chair, put his hands behind his head, and stared up at the ceiling with a wry smile on his face. ### Emily threw her pen onto the desk, not watching as it ricocheted off a Starbucks cup and stack of papers before settling down. "God damned, fucking computer," she murmured. "Why doesn't anything ever work in this hellhole." There was a rap on the door. "What?!" Chad opened it a crack and said, "Do you have a problem, Mrs. Smith?" "No. You do," Emily snapped back. "Make this damn thing print right." Chad closed the door behind him as he walked in. In the half dozen steps it took to get to her desk, Chad had completed a visual inspection of the impeccably dressed VP. Her knit top was generously low cut and tight. Her skirt was mid-thigh and tight. A typical Emily Smith outfit. She rolled away from the desk and allowed the so-called expert access to her keyboard. A few clicks later, involving dialog boxes Emily wouldn't have recognized in a million years, the printer began spitting out paper. If Chad had waited for a thank you, he would have been there all day. He began to leave. Almost at the door, he stopped and turned. "Oh, I meant to mention something to you." "What?" Emily asked in the most annoying voice she could muster. "Your e-mails have been moved. But what did you want us to do with your private folder?" he said. Emily's eyebrows narrowed in a questioning look. "What folder?" "EWS Personal." It took a second or two, but ultimately Emily's face couldn't hide the alarms that went off in her head. Quickly assuming that nothing untold had happened, she said, "Oh. That one. Just put it with the others." "I'm not sure I can do that," Chad said calmly. "Why not?" Chad wished he had more experience yanking people's chains. He only had one shot at this with Emily and he needed it to work. "Well, there was a problem with some of the e-mails. Like the ones from James Jones," he said. "You looked at them?! You opened my private e-mails?" she practically screamed. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to put something in an e-mail that you don't want the whole world to know?" Emily stood up and moved from behind her desk. "You little prick. I can get you fired for this." "I can get you indicted, Mrs. Smith. How much profit did you make from the stocks you bought in Triad right before the merger, thanks to James' insider information?" Chad stated. Emily was fuming, with a distinct touch of terror mixed in. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, unsure of exactly what the kid knew but presuming the worst. She put one hand on the corner of her desk, supporting herself while she stared at Chad, who was now only a few feet away. "What do you want?" she asked tersely. "Want?" Chad asked. "It's not really what I want, Emily. You don't mind if I call you Emily, do you? It's what YOU want." "What do you mean?" Chad moved a couple steps closer to her until he was within an arm's length of the beautiful woman. "I learned lots of things in those e-mails. I learned about you and James, I learned about the stock deal...," he paused. "And I learned about your little fantasies, Emily." He thought she would faint. The normal glowing complexion in her face turned ashen. "I mean, who would have known you wanted to be watched while having sex with Mr. Jones," Chad said. "That's enough, you fucking pervert," Emily cried out. "You aren't going to bribe me like this. I DEMAND that you destroy those e-mails or I'll have you fired so fast you won't know what hit you." Chad pulled the thumb drive out of his pocket and held it up for Emily to see. "Please do. This place sucks," he said. "But I'll always have this, and the other copies I have hidden away in case you do anything stupid." Emily was seething once more, unfamiliar with being trapped, especially by a brat of Chad's age. "Let's think of all the people who would like to see these," Chad continued. "Your husband. James' wife. The Securities and Exchange Commission. This entire company." Finally, he saw a hint of resignation on her face. "One last time. What do you want?" she said in a distraught voice. Chad was a few inches taller than Emily and now seemed to hover over her. "I'm intrigued by this fantasy of you being watched having sex, Emily. So I'm going to make an offer that should please all three of us. You, me, and James. According to the e-mails, you and he meet quite often at your house when your husband is traveling. How convenient. I want you to arrange to meet James again, only I'm going to be there. James won't know it, but I'll be there. Watching. I want you to fuck him like you've never fucked him before, Emily. Just for me. Oh, and for the camcorder that will be recording the whole thing for posterity." She stared at him as if she were a statue. Then she said, "And then you'll destroy the e-mails?" "And then we'll talk again," he answered. "You are a sick, perverted little asshole." "Emily," Chad whined. "I've read the e-mails. Don't talk to me about who's sick here." He stepped forward. His hand slid up her body until touching the side of her tit. Chad cupped it in his hand. "VP of Sales on track to take over this whole company. Don't blow this, Emily. You'll be sorry." He massaged her tit roughly and she whimpered quietly in obvious displeasure. Chad said, "Make the arrangements with James. Let me know when it is. Then I'll tell you the plan. Got it?" He squeezed the tit one last time and let go. She nodded, but couldn't refrain from hissing, "Fuck you." As Chad turned to leave, he said, "Is that a fantasy of yours, Emily?" ### Emily dutifully arranged a time for James to come to her house. She gave Chad the information and he explained how he would arrive an hour early, set up the camera in a location James would never suspect, and then find an appropriate hiding place with a clear view of the action. Emily told him the 'action' would take place in the family room, not the bedroom, as was their habit when James came over. She suggested the loft as his hideout and Chad approved. Her compliance so far meant one of two things: he either had her truly scared; or, she was as excited about the fantasy as he was. Chad suspected the former was more true. He arrived on the designated evening to find Emily in a stunning jogging outfit, including a very tight bra-like top and shorts that hugged her ass with perfection. "Wow," Chad exclaimed once inside the house with the door closed. "You really DO want to fuck this guy, don't you?" He circled her body, fearlessly gazing at every curve. "It's what he likes," Emily replied. "I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about a woman doing what you like." He grinned. "Oh, but I do. You're going to do what I like in about an hour." Emily tried to ignore him. "You can put the camera over here." She showed him an ideal location in the middle of a bookcase and Chad gave her directions on how to turn it on, which she would do as soon as she heard James at the door. Then they went into the loft and scoped out the plentiful spots Chad could use to watch. "Perfect," he said with delight. "Aren't you psyched about this, Emily?" She scowled. "It wasn't what I had in mind when I wrote that." "OK. So you wanted a big crowd," Chad said. "But think of all the people that might benefit from the video." He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her body. She momentarily squirmed, but gave in once Chad's hands were firmly on her tits. "Put on a good show, Emily. I want to see everything...every inch of this luscious body." Chad was sliding a hand down her stomach and inside the waistband of her short. "Do you have panties on?" She didn't answer. He lowered his hand and realized quickly she did not. "Naughty girl," he whispered in her ear. "Naughty, naughty girl." He slapped her on the ass. "Now go get ready for James and I'll be waiting." She was glad to get away from the creep's hard-on against her ass, and his probing hands. She didn't need any foreplay with James already on the way over. Soon, they heard the doorbell and Chad watched Emily turn on the camera. He was still semi-erect when her lover came inside and eagerly began kissing and groping her. Even from the loft, Chad drooled over her long, brown hair, her perfect skin, perfect curves, and long legs. He found it hard to believe that a woman nearly forty years old could look that good. James was not exactly ugly, either. Once the pair were separated and Chad got a better look at him, he saw that Mr. Jones was tall, around the same age as Emily—perhaps a year or two older—and very well built. They would make a lovely couple, especially naked. Emily led James over to a couch and Chad heard her offer to get him a drink. As she walked to and from the kitchen, James scrutinized every step she took. His eyes never left her delicious body from the moment he arrived until she was sitting next to him, practically on top of him, on the couch. They chatted about their jobs for a few moments, exchanging news that affected them, but nothing that Chad would consider earth shattering. James was attentive for those short minutes, but then his hands began to wander...again. One hand was on the inside of Emily's thigh, working its way up to the bottom of her shorts. She had been talking, but now she grinned and let him play. The fingers vanished and Emily leaned into her lover. They kissed and Chad knew that James' hand had to be at her pussy. Emily fidgeted and swung one leg over James', giving Chad a more direct view of James' hand at work. Then Emily's hand was on his crotch, massaging it through James' pants. Their kiss increased in intensity and noise, both of them moaning louder and louder with lust as the seconds passed. James pulled away just enough to end the kiss and move his lips to Emily's neck. He worked his way across and down until his face was in the top's ample opening just above her tits. With one hand still rubbing her clit and pussy, James kissed and licked Emily's soft flesh. Nothing was said between them. This was a scene they were both very familiar and comfortable with. Oh, there might have been a little bit of love involved. But this was mainly sex. Pure lust. James had both hands free again, rising up the smooth skin of Emily's belly and onto her top while he sought out her tits with his lips. Soon, the black bra was being lifted clear of Emily's large breasts. Chad couldn't stand it any longer. He made sure he had room and then reached between his legs and slowly rubbed his ever-growing erection. James had tossed the top aside and was now impatiently sucking away. Chad stared as if he'd never seen tits before. But, indeed, he had never seen anything like Emily's tits before. At least not in person. Emily managed to open James' pants and Chad saw the white shorts inside. Emily's fingers were inside them, grappling with the cock she obviously wanted so badly. Then Emily broke free of James' mouth and tongue and frantically pulled off his pants and shoes, simultaneously. She was on her knees. James was on his back, yanking his shirt over his head until all he wore were his shorts. Chad watched Emily lean down, rubbing her palm leisurely up and down the hard cock that was clearly evident, even from the loft. She kissed it through the shorts and then pulled down the waistband only enough to view the bright pink tip. She kissed that, also, and finally pulled off the shorts entirely. Emily never took her eyes off the rigid shaft. She wrapped both hands around it for a moment before bending over and licking the cock from the base to the tip. Chad began to pull down his zipper in slow motion, making sure not to make a sound. After an agonizing wait, he clutched at his own cock and stroked it, imagining it was Emily's hand and not his. He saw Emily's mouth open and, in an unbelievable display of sensuality, engulfed it little by little until her lips met his balls. "You are incredible," James said just loud enough for Chad to hear. Emily's only reply was a bobbing of her head, up and down the long, thick cock with a pressure that Chad could only dream of. He fumbled with his cock and freed it of his shorts, masturbating in silence above the scene below. Chad had seen far more erect cocks on websites than in person, but he was totally impressed by what James was providing his mistress. No wonder Emily was willing to risk almost anything for this dude, Chad thought to himself. But Emily didn't invite him over for a blowjob. She backed away and stood in front of the couch, just inches from James. She quickly removed her shorts and presented to James, Chad, and the camera, the first look at her nude body. Luckily for Chad, she was facing away from him and he got the perfect view of her full, round ass. Again, for a woman her age, he couldn't believe the excellence of it. Apparently James had seen it enough not to warrant a special examination. Emily climbed right back onto the couch and straddled his body. Chad seriously questioned how James' massive cock would ever fit inside her...or ANY woman. Emily, it seemed, had no such concern. She put the cock in her hand and guided it to the entrance, which was already soaking wet. Chad stopped masturbating, partly to watch and partly because he was about to cum. "Fuck me, James. Hard. Like you did last time," Emily told him. With a smile of approval, James put his hands on Emily's waist. His cock barely touched her cunt. "Ready?" "Do it," Emily demanded. Chad nearly blew his cover, and load, when he saw James hold Emily in place and drive his cock upward into her like a piston. "Ohhhhhh my God!" Emily shrieked. "Yesssssss!" James pulled out and repeated his violent thrust, so that even Chad could hear their skin smacking together at the end. Emily put her hands on her tits and squeezed her nipples as James began a more constant, rhythmic fucking. Now, only their combined moans and groans interrupted the sex. Chad pulled on his cock a couple times. Precum dripped onto his fingers and he stopped once more, ready to explode. On the couch, Emily and James fucked each other as hard and fast as they could. Emily's long, brown hair swayed back and forth. She played with James' nipples and occasionally rubbed her clit amid sighs of pleasure. For five minutes they went on, rarely changing positions any more than a simple adjustment to heighten the friction. "Yes, James. Harder. I'm almost...there," Emily murmured. "C'mon, babe. I want to hear you cum." Chad grinned, hoping beyond hope that Emily was a loud one. He loved to hear women cum and would pay to hear Emily scream out an orgasm. His aching cock begged for attention, but he would wait...for JUST the right instant. "Oh fuck! Yes! Fuck me...hardddder!" Emily cried out. Less than ten seconds later, she screamed, "Now!" James held onto her and he and Chad watched and listened to another epic orgasm from the beautiful brunette. Her squeals echoed off the walls as her body gave in to her sexual needs. James felt the well-known contraction of her cunt muscles around his cock and he, too, cried out as his orgasm began. All the noise and distraction was good news for Chad. He shoved his cock under his shorts and rubbed it furiously as his own orgasm poured out load after load of cum. Emily screeched. James grunted and pounded her harder. Chad came without a sound. Emily eventually collapsed on top of James' body, his cock still inside her. She playfully squeezed it and James moaned until she put a tit on his lips for him to suck on. He was more than glad to lick and bite the nipple while Emily played with her clit. To Chad's disbelief, she came again in a couple minutes—just as long and just as loud. ### "Well, that was quite a show you put on, Emily," Chad said the next time he could get into her office. "So give me the e-mails," she said, her palm stretched out towards him. "Whoa. Not so fast," he responded quickly. "You're asking to get off with a slap on the wrist for a very serious crime. This judge isn't going to be so lenient." "Listen to me, you little twerp," Emily demanded. "You got the video you wanted. That should keep you and your hand busy for quite a while. Now give me the fucking e-mails!" "You're forgetting that it was the fantasies in those e-mails that really got my attention. We just fulfilled one of them, didn't we?" he asked. "And by all accounts you enjoyed it as much as anybody. Well, there was another fantasy mentioned in there. You told James you would love to have sex with another woman. Remember that one?" Emily's face was flushed, either from anger or embarrassment, or both. "Don't you even...," she began to say. "Uh uh," Chad interrupted. "You talked about how 'awesome' it would feel to be with a really good looking chick. Touching her. Tasting her." Just One More Fantasy "Stop it! I won't do it! Ever!" Chad held up the thumb drive with the e-mails on it. "Bad decision," he said, shaking his head. She lunged for him, but Chad evaded her and grabbed her by the arms. "Here's the plan," he said while she settled down. "You have a new employee in Sales. Amy. I'm sure you know her. She's the gorgeous twenty something blonde you hired. I imagine she'd do anything to please her boss' boss...you...and start her way up the corporate ladder. Anything." "I won't do it." "Yes you will, Emily. You will arrange to meet her one day after work in the Williams Conference Room. That's the one with the video conferencing hookup. I'll have it on, recording you on my PC. You'll seduce her, Emily, and you'll have awesome sex with her. On the conference table. In front of the webcam. And you'll squeal just like you did with James." She tried to slap him. "Do this, Emily," he said, holding her wrist. "You'll thank me later." It was fairly simple for Emily to think of an excuse to have the lovely Amy meet her on a Wednesday evening in the conference room. Amy was more than happy to spend an extra hour at the office to work directly with the Vice President of Sales. She was a vibrant young woman who Chad correctly described as gorgeous, with her flowing blonde hair, penetrating eyes and athletic figure. Emily's secret dream...at least until Chad found out about it...was based on females just like Amy. So, it wasn't without some small amount of zeal that Emily set the whole thing up, never before expecting to actually realize the fantasy. What she wasn't sure of was what her reaction would be when the time came to 'perform.' She chose to wear a particularly form fitting dress on the day of the encounter, with a matching bra and thong set underneath. Amy wore her best work outfit...a blouse and skirt. Until she was making the 'big bucks,' it was the best she could do. Little did she know it wouldn't make a whole lot of difference in the long run. Emily and Chad had the conference room set up well in advance of Amy's arrival. The light indicating the camera's status would certainly go unnoticed by the nervous new employee. Depending on where Emily and Amy ended up, it could capture some incredible shots before the evening was over. Amy strolled in right on time and was exceedingly cheery. Emily had a flip chart set up with some inane data on it as a prop. She closed and locked the conference room door, then immediately initiated some small talk with Amy. "So, tell me about yourself, Amy," Emily said. "We haven't really talked except for your first day." Amy happily told her brief life story, taking nearly fifteen minutes to say what could have been said in five. Emily let her drone on, thinking only about how she would instigate her plan. Amy gave her an opening when she finished her speech with, "And I'm not really dating anybody right now." Emily stood up, her eyes wide, and said, "Oh? I find that hard to believe for somebody as cute as you." Amy grinned sheepishly. "Thanks." Emily was much closer to her now. "You've only dated guys?" Amy was taken aback by the question, but nodded and said 'Yes' as if it was understood. Emily walked behind her, almost touching. Amy followed her by glancing over her shoulder. "I've always believed that every woman should be with another woman at least once to experience the difference," Emily said. She put her hands on Amy's waist. The younger woman didn't speak, not wanting to upset her superior by disagreeing, yet not wanting to appear to give in too rapidly. Emily worked her hands up and down the outside of Amy's blouse. "Have you ever thought about it?" Emily asked. Amy shrugged. "Oh, sure. I guess. I mean...I've wondered about it." "But you've never done it?" Amy shook her head. Emily's hands grazed across the outside of Amy's tits, up to the first open button on the blouse. She flicked it open and put her face on Amy's hair, next to her ear. "Would you like to, Amy? With me?" Refusing would be the end of her career, Amy assumed. Accepting would take her someplace she never intended to go. "Yes," she whispered. Emily felt a tremendous weight lifted from her, having gotten past the first hurdle. Then the realization set in that she was going to have to have sex with this girl. About that, she had mixed feelings. Emily opened another button on the blouse and her fingers felt the soft flesh of Amy's cleavage. Emily could see a silky white bra covering ample tits. She continued her way down the front of the blouse, eventually pulling it out of Amy's skirt and finishing the job of unbuttoning it. Their bodies were pressed together, with Amy's ass firmly against Emily's pussy. Both of them felt it, but neither one exploited it...yet. Emily let the blouse hang open, raising her hands up Amy's body until once again making contact with her tits. After a momentary touch, Emily pulled back on the blouse and took it off Amy's shoulders and arms. The room was deathly silent as Emily stroked Amy's bare skin, from her waist to her stomach to her back. Then she unhooked the bra and gently removed it. Amy felt her pulse quicken to a rate she only got when jogging. Cool air raced across her bare breasts and she felt the nipples begin to harden immediately. Then Emily's hands were on them and she gasped. "It's OK, Amy. Relax," Emily murmured. Relaxing was not easy as Emily's fingers played with the nipples and kneaded the tits, sending waves of pleasure through Amy down to her pussy. Emily leaned against Amy's ear and said softly, "Do you like that?" Amy nodded. "Turn around, Amy." Once they were facing, Emily became conscious of Amy's overpowering beauty and innocence. Emily was no longer acting when she took Amy's face in her hands and kissed her tender lips. Amy didn't return the kiss, but wasn't as offended by it as she might have thought. Then Emily bent down and lightly kissed each breast, followed by a short lick of one of the nipples. Amy's body stiffened. Emily put the nipple between her lips, licked it again, and then slid her mouth over much more of the tit. She began sucking and Amy moaned. "Emily. I...I...oh God," Amy whined. Emily put her hands on top of Amy's ass and pulled her closer. She moved from one tit to the other, licking and sucking each one until the nipples looked like they would erupt. Amy squirmed, but never pulled back. After a short time, Emily leaned back up and asked Amy, "Want more?" Again, Amy couldn't refuse. This time, however, she spoke from the heart. "Yes." "Undress me, Amy." Emily turned her back to Amy and felt the hands pulling on the zipper at the top of the dress. She let Amy do all the work, except for when Emily had to step out of the crumpled dress around her ankles. Standing now in just her bra and thong, Emily looked over her shoulder as if to tell Amy to continue. The bra came undone and Amy took it off. Then, delicately, Amy pulled down the thong and guided it over Emily's high heeled shoes. Emily spun around to give Amy her first look at the naked Vice President. Amy's eyes did a quick, shy scan of the incredible body. Then she looked up at Emily, who sat on the edge of the huge conference table and slipped off her shoes. Without saying a word, Emily completed the task of stripping Amy of her skirt and panties. Emily took one step back and said, "You're very, very beautiful, Amy." "You, too, Emily," she answered in an unsteady voice. Emily smiled and walked around the nude girl. She grazed her fingers across the miniature, tight ass cheeks. When she was back in front, she did the same across the breasts. Just as Amy had feared, the hands sank lower until they were between her legs. Emily started to kiss Amy, at the same time searching out her clit with one hand. The moment a finger found the erect nub of skin, Amy inserted her tongue into Emily's mouth and the real kiss began. Amid moans of delight, the women's bodies came together in a sensuous kiss and mutual fondling. Hands were everywhere. Fingers found their way into holes and onto clits and asses and tits. It only took a minute for both of them to be too aroused to turn back. Emily guided Amy to the conference table and forced her onto it with her weight, all the time continuing to kiss and stroke her. "Lean back," Emily said. Amy's ass was barely on the table and her legs hung over the edge. Emily moved between the legs and began sucking on Amy's tits. Amy wrapped her legs around Emily's waist and she closed her eyes amid the tortuous manipulations of Emily's tongue and teeth. "Tell me what you want, Amy." Amy was petrified. How could she say it...to another woman? What words should she use? "Tell me," Emily demanded. "I want you...um...to...uh...lick me, Emily. Lick me...all over. Please." Emily smiled at the girl's inability to say it. But she wouldn't force the issue. She was meeting Chad's requirement. But it had turned into much more than that. She desperately wanted to eat this girl, and be eaten by her. Emily pushed Amy's legs farther apart and stared at the marvelous space. Neatly trimmed blonde hair surrounded the protective flaps of skin and a tiny hole that glistened with moisture. Amidst all that was a clit that Emily knew would take Amy beyond any bliss she had already enjoyed. She began by kissing the insides of Amy's thighs, teasing her with the proximity to the pussy but not making contact. Finally, with Amy's hand on the top of her head, Emily licked the entire length of the pussy and stopped at the warm, wet clit. She put her hands under Amy's ass and lifted her off the table. Then her lips and tongue commenced assaulting the most sensitive part of Amy's body. Little yelps of bliss escaped from Amy's mouth as Emily licked, bit and sucked the clit. Every now and then, Emily would drive her tongue deep inside Amy's hole, resulting in involuntary thrusts of Amy's hips. Despite Amy's fears, doubts, and confusion, she found herself ready to cum much too quickly. "Oh, Emily! I'm gonna...oh fuck...stop. No. I'm going to...cum...Emily!" The Vice President never let up. In fact, she pressed harder on the clit and bit down on it with her lips. Her tongue flicked across it with lightning speed. "Oh God! Oh God! Emily. Now!" Amy clung to the edge of the table while wave after wave erupted from inside her. Her high pitched squeals continued through a second and third orgasm as Emily refused to stop. In the end, Amy was nearly in tears as she forced her way out of Emily's grip, rolling onto her side on the table and closing her legs tightly together with quivers of joy still flowing through her. Chad would eventually get to watch Amy bury her head in Emily's pussy and give what she had received. Emily gave no signs of being in distress during any of it and as many times as Chad watched the recorded video, he would cum long and hard every time. ### "Yes. It's open," Emily responded to the knock on her office door the next day. Chad entered. "You have a special glow this morning, Mrs. Smith," he said. "Fuck you. Give me the e-mails," she said, barely looking up from her computer monitor. Chad plopped into an overstuffed chair and slouched into a comfortable position. "Emily. Emily. I'm allowing you to live out every sexual fantasy you ever had and all you try to do is make me go away." "Damn right." "No 'thank you'. No 'I'll see that you get a raise because of this, Chad'. No blowjob. Nothing." Emily looked up at him. "Is that all you want?" Chad laughed. "Got your attention, didn't I. Fuck no. That won't do at all, Emily. Actually, this is what I had in mind. You, naked, absolutely begging me to fuck you harder than James ever did." Emily chuckled in the most mocking way she could muster. "Now THERE's a fantasy you'll never see happen." "Want to make a bet?" Emily knew better. "C'mon, Chad. The game's over. I did everything you asked." "There was one other thing," Chad said, leaning forward in the chair. "One last fantasy you mentioned in the e-mails." Emily had the look of a woman about to blow a fuse. "This time I won't tell you what it is. Perhaps you can figure it out on your own. Here's the deal. You'll come to my apartment. There will be other people there, Emily. We'll fulfill your last fantasy and I'm predicting you will BEG me to fuck you." Her look was now more of defeat and acquiescence. "Chad, we need to get one thing perfectly straight. Right now," she said. "If you make one more demand after this—just one more, I will call the fucking cops and not care one iota about what it means to my career. Do you fucking understand?" "Deal," Chad said. "This is it. The e-mails are yours when we're done. I swear." "And before the cops arrive," Emily added, "I'll cut off your puny little dick with a butter knife." "But you haven't even had it in you yet, Emily. I'd reserve judgment on that one until you do." She pointed to the door and Chad exited. It took two weeks for Chad to arrange the invitations to his friends and coordinate it with Emily. But the selected Friday evening finally arrived and the crowd of a dozen guys and girls was in place by the time Emily showed up. All eyes were on the stunning brunette when she walked in wearing her designer jeans and expensive sweater. She and Chad talked privately above the din of the music and chatter, but not about her role at the party. That was still a mystery, even as Chad ordered the music turned down to a reasonable level and he got the crowd's attention. "I would like you all to meet Emily," he announced. In unison, they welcomed her with a hearty 'Hello, Emily.' "She's going to be our entertainment tonight." Whistles and cheers followed. "It seems Emily has always fantasized about stripping in a club," Chad said casually. "Tonight, we're going to make her dream come true. And, perhaps, some of yours, as well." Laughs and more cheers rose above the music. "But wait. There's more!" he exclaimed. "There's more to the fantasy and you and Emily will find out what that is at the end of the strip. So, if you'll give me a second to put on the appropriate tunes, we'll get started." Emily stood frozen, fully comprehending what was now expected of her, but unsure if she could pull it off. Fucking James in front of Chad was bad enough. Having sex with Amy in front of a webcam was less daunting. But this was...well, utterly terrifying. All these people. Bondage. And then her pussy reminded her of why it was a fantasy. She could feel herself getting wet. The slow, pounding rhythm of a typical strip club tune resounded in the apartment's living room where the group gathered. Chad reappeared and faced Emily. "It's all yours, Emily. We want nothing but your best performance. Now, get naked, and we want a good show." Even the eyes of the young women in the room, all in their early twenties by Emily's estimation, were glued onto her. But it was the piercing stares of the men that she noticed. They had seemingly already undressed her, and it was her job to prove their imaginations correct. Emily started to rotate her hips in time with the music. It took a few seconds, but she got the rhythm down and swayed in place. A few guys insisted on more, but the bulk of the crowd waited patiently. Soon enough, Emily was moving within a small space in the middle of the room, pulling up on her sweater only enough to bare a few inches of her stomach and back. Then she lifted one side half way to her tit to the whistles of the guys on that side. Her jeans were fairly low riding and extremely tight. No sign of panties were visible...yet. She concentrated on the sweater, increasing its height as the dance progressed. She pulled it tight across her tits and bunched it up under them. She yanked it away from her body, but never showed anything more. Finally, as she turned slowly in place, the sweater was pulled half way up one tit, exposing a tan bra. Now she had their full attention and each beat of the song brought them closer and closer to seeing her entire chest. Using both hands, she swiftly raised the sweater over her head, delayed for an instant, and then yanked it off and threw it at one of the guys next to her. Emily cupped the tits in her hands, twisting the thin material of the bra until all but the nipples were showing. One at a time, she lowered the straps off her shoulders and danced closer to the people surrounding her. Any attempts to touch her were quickly slapped away by the stripper, to the delight of the rest of the crowd. Her tits seemed to plead to be let loose of the bra, straining against the last few inches of fabric holding them in. Emily unhooked the bra but held it in place with one hand. Guys begged her to release it. Emily tossed it to a cute brunette standing in front of her. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause. For most of the males in the crowd, these were the two finest tits they had ever seen in person. Yes, the teens they knew might have been firmer, but there was something to be said for maturity in this case. And Emily knew how to use them. She dipped, spun, leaned back and otherwise offered her tits up in every conceivable way. When she could, she stole a glance at some of the budding erections in the room. Those erections, more than the cheers, told her she was doing OK. Next came the jeans and Emily took plenty of time to open them, dip them half way down her ass, and eventually take them off. Her tiny panties gave ample opportunity to hide her pussy, give a sneak peek by tugging the panties tighter, and then gracefully step out of them. Once Emily was nude, she teased both males and females by dancing close to them, inviting them in and then dancing away. To Chad she seemed perfectly content. Thus, it was time to take control once more. He walked over to her and said, "OK, Emily. I think you'd caused enough erections and wet pussies for now." He looked down at the coffee table in front of the couch. "Somebody clear that off." In a few seconds, the long, wooden table was clutter-free. "Emily, why don't you relax and lay down on that for us," Chad told her. Emily mildly protested, but knew it was useless. She stood at one end of the table and leaned back until she was starting to stretch out. Before she could react, Chad pulled a set of padded handcuffs from his back pocket, grabbed one of Emily's wrists and snapped the cuffs around it. He attached the other end of the cuffs to the leg of the table. Emily shrieked, but had no way of preventing Chad from doing the same thing to her other arm. Looking like a medieval prisoner about to be drawn and quartered, Emily wriggled on the table top to the delight of the crowd. "Your last fantasy," Chad proclaimed while standing over her. "Stripping and bondage. Now comes the best part." He walked to a bookshelf, reached behind some knick knacks, and came back with an object everybody in the room recognized immediately. The fake rubber cock was certainly intimidating, nearly the size of James during an Emily blowjob. But that didn't prevent the entire crowd from demanding that Chad use it on Emily. Chad hit a switch on the end of the vibrator and it buzzed menacingly. He smiled down at Emily and moved to her side. The vibrator was placed just below her tits and Emily tensed up as she took in a sudden gasp of air. Chad aimed the cock at her cleavage and slowly slid it up between her tits. Then he rolled it up and over one of her tits, taunting her with more and more pressure as he went. Finally, he reached her nipple and pressed harder, holding the vibrating plastic in place while Emily was driven wild. After a few seconds, he rubbed her with the uneven ribbing on the cock and Emily cried out, struggling to evade Chad's touch. Just One More Fantasy Chad said, "Tell me when you want me to fuck you, Emily. Just say the words." "Never, asshole," she moaned. Amid laughs from his audience, Chad continued to manipulate her tits with the toy. Emily's face gave away the effect he was having on her body. Her ass rose and fell from the table and her legs steadily widened. She was inviting him to fuck her without even knowing it. Chad relieved her of further taunting at the tits and moved the vibrator to her stomach. Then her thighs. And then...Emily screeched, "Noooooo! Oh God, Chad. Noooooo!" The cock slid up and down her soaking wet pussy. It pushed the skin apart around her opening and moved up to her clit, where it sent shock waves through her entire body. She was panting, pulling on the cuffs and thrashing her hips back and forth while Chad moved between her legs. He was on his knees, guiding the vibrator around every inch of her pussy; inside her cunt, seeing out her most sensitive spots. He fucked her with it and let it linger deep inside her. "Chaddddddd. Please....stop," Emily said almost in tears. "Tell me, Emily. Tell me what you want." "Stopppppp!" He put the tip of the toy on her clit and pressed as hard as he had the entire time. "Ahhhhhhhhhh fuck, no! Chad!" "Tell me." Chad pulled the vibrator away. It took several seconds the Emily's body to settle onto the table. She lifted her head and looked up at him, her hair disheveled and her mouth open. He put the vibrator on her clit for just two seconds and removed it again. "Tell me." It appeared as though Emily was hyperventilating. She moaned, "Please. Chad. Let me...oh God." "What?" "Let me at least...I need to..." "Say the words, Emily." The tip of the cock was at the entrance to her cunt. "Fuck me, Chad. Please just fuck me and let me cum." He was opening his pants almost before she was finished. Chad's cock sprung free to the delight of the crowd and his stiff cock, while not quite up to the vibrator's standard, was ready to complete Emily's fantasy. Not to mention Chad's. He kneeled with his cock at her gaping, drenched hole. He looked at her gorgeous face and then pushed forward. It was the easiest start to a good fuck he ever had. No woman had ever been as ready for him as Emily was. She whimpered softly and then was quiet while Chad pounded into her over and over again. The sucking sound could be heard throughout the room. The groans of the two participants slowly rose in volume until it was obvious their orgasms were imminent. All the weeks of observing Emily and watching the videos caught up to him swiftly. But why did he need to prolong it anymore? He had what he wanted and he was ready to explode. Chad grabbed the outside of Emily's legs and rammed into her incessantly. He grunted and groaned as his balls contracted and, finally, shot his cum into his cock. "Ahhhhh fuck, yes!" he shouted. Just as the first long, warm stream of cum entered her, Emily came with equal zeal and noise. Together, they raucously fucked and climaxed, perhaps more than once on Emily's part. The poor coffee table threatened to collapse under the pressure, but withstood a full two minutes of constant hammering. Even after he pulled out, Chad dripped cum on Emily's stomach while they recovered. Emily's long episode involving Chad and the e-mails was over. He would, in fact, destroy them to HER satisfaction. But, of course, that didn't mean they were destroyed forever. And he made sure she realized he owned copies of all the videos. That alone would assure his continued success with the company and a glowing recommendation from the future company President when he decided to move on. Not surprisingly, Emily's work computer persisted in acting up and she always wanted Chad to work on it. Sometimes after hours. In a locked office.