The Desecration of Emma - Plan B

Emma had a terrible reputation. Office whore. Slut. Shameless. Rumour had it her voracious sexual appetites were almost never fully satisfied. Notoriety? It was her drug. Even dressed for the office she was the promise of endless nights of steamy sensuality. I thought about her incessantly. I had imagined fucking her so many times it was starting to feel like we had already had sex. I couldn?t care less about her reputation. Emma was driving me crazy. I wanted to fuck her. Desperately.My fantasies had begun relatively benignly, straight sex, perhaps even romantic sex. As the weeks passed, my masturbatory efforts explored deeper and darker fantasies. Soon I was filling her every orifice; handcuffs appeared, nipple clamps, harsh spanking that left lingering marks beylikdüzü escort on her firm round ass. I imagined her as a demure virgin, a wanton slut, a submissive willing to meet my every dark need.One blissful night I had conjured Emma?s image in my bed, wrists locked behind her back, ball gag firmly in place, her wild mane twisted around my wrist as I pounded my cock into her dripping cunt. Her imagined mewling around the ball gag increased my desire, fueling an intense orgasm that left me completely drained. Of everything. My desire for her was an echo of endless need.As the office?s resident bad boy it seemed ridiculous that we hadn?t already fucked. Finally one afternoon Emma asked me to stay late to help her with budget projections. beylikdüzü escort bayan By 5PM we were ensconced in her office, chairs close together as we huddled over her computer screen, examining endless strings of numbers. Patiently I awaited her first move, convinced the evening had nothing to do with budgets and could only end in her defilement.Distractedly, she tapped her pencil against her lush bottom lip then slid the pencil into her mouth, sucking gently on the eraser end. I imagined my hard cock in place of the pencil, fucking Emma?s mouth with wild abandon. She must have realized something because she suddenly turned away from the screen to regard me with a look I immediately chose to interpret as raw, naked escort beylikdüzü desire but may have been something else.?Let?s take a break. The numbers are swimming together in my head. How about a drink?? She smiled.?Sure, I could use a break; a drink would be great.?She walked to her small office fridge, bending at the waist as she pulled bottles to make up two vodka tonics, a welcome relief against my rising heat. I stared lustfully at the perfect firm heart of her ass, pushing against the blue silk of her tight skirt. I furtively adjusted my pants, seeking comfort as my aching erection threatened escape.To my intense disappointment she handed me my drink then sat back down, staring at the screen, a fierce concentration evident in her furrowed brow. The tumbling numbers were reflected in her green eyes; I imagined the scrolling figures as a rising count of the men she had bedded. Except me. My frustration grew. I found myself examining her every curve, every tiny detail of her. I sipped idly on my drink, desperately wondering if it was time for my Plan B.