Another Picture.

It was another regular day in the office, for the most part. You worked in silence and occasionally had a chat with a colleague. Just small talk. It wasn't until the afternoon when your day got a bit more exciting. You received a Facebook message from Emily which popped up on your laptop. Without much thought you opened the message. The picture of Emily shouldn't have shocked you; she'd done it before.

This time she was knelt down on the lounge room floor, almost completely naked. She only had a loose fitting top on which was lifted up, revealing her perfectly shaped chest. Her pussy lips were also on display too which you certainly noticed In one hand was a camera taking the photo, the other held a dildo which probed her mouth.

You quickly shut the laptop and looked around to make sure noone saw. You weren't certain, but you seemed to be in the clear. Regardless, you looked at the message again on your phone this time. She'd written you a message.

Baby I can't stop thinking about yesterday, sucking the cum from those hard cocks. The thought makes me so wet.

You read the message and wrote back, not sure on how to respond. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't deny that it turned you on for some reason.

You seemed to like it.

You wrote. You could see that she was writing back when you heard someone approaching. You quickly tucked your phone away and looked behind you. Tom and Stan were talking idly while walking down the hallway. They stopped when they noticed your gaze and wandered towards you.

"{first!}" Your boss called out. "We were just talking about you and Emily. The wedding, more specifically. I think Stan and I might do a joined gift if you don't mind." He said with joy.

"Oh. Yes of course that's no problem at all." You replied, trying to equal his enthusiasm.

"It'll be better that way I reckon. More things to choose from." Stan said, smiling. Though his smile always seemed creepy.

"No doubt... Whatever works for the two of you." You said again with a shrug. You wanted them to hurry on and only hoped that it wasn't too evident.

"I've got a few ideas already, Tom. Let's chat about it in your office." Stan said, eager to get some face time with the boss.

"Yes, let's go then." He said.

You watched the two walk down the hallway, speaking in semi-hushed voices. As soon as they were out of sight, you took your phone out again and looked back at the messages. You were amazed by how many more messages Emily wrote in the few minutes you weren't looking. You began to read from the top.

Don't pretend you didn't like it too. It seemed as if you liked it even more than me... You came so quickly.

Your eyes lit up when I mentioned the thought of them fucking me through that hole.

The thought of your fiance being used by other men makes you hard, doesn't it? Mm, I'm so wet I could fuck them all night...

You paused there. Not because the messages ended, but because the next message was deleted... and it was from you.

This message has been deleted.

You began to question yourself but knew that you absolutely didn't write anything. Maybe it was a Facebook glitch. You continued to read.

It could be anyone... I don't care. So long as they can fuck me hard all night. Maybe day too when you're at work.

This message has been deleted. Again, a message from you.

Another picture was sent from Emily. She was laying on her side, the camera positioned next to her and pointing directly at her bare ass. She was squeezing one of her ass cheeks with one hand, using the other to venture into her wetness, three fingers squeezed into her tight hole. You could see every detail of her lower body.

They could fuck me however and wherever they want. She wrote.

This message has been deleted. From you.

Who? Was her next message.

This message has been deleted. Was the last thing written. Again, from you.

You weren't sure what to make of it, but you definitely felt like your Facebook had been compromised.