Emma - confident director

ALARM! This piece of writing was produced with a help from a text generating AI. Additional thanks to frogogre1.

It is a beautiful spring day in the city, the sun is shining brightly and people are enjoying the warmth. Emma, owner of a successful lingerie company, is walking down the street, wearing a tight black dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her long blonde hair flows freely in the wind as she walks with determination, her heels clicking against the concrete.

Emma's office is located on the top floor of a modern skyscraper, offering a breathtaking view of the city. The room itself is spacious and elegant, decorated in soft pastels and expensive furniture. Her desk, made of polished oak, sits in the center of the room, surrounded by comfortable chairs for clients. A large painting of a sensual woman in lingerie hangs above her desk, adding to the alluring atmosphere. Emma sits at her desk, going through some paperwork, when her assistant, Sarah, enters the room. Sarah is a petite redhead with an equally successful lingerie line of her own. "Emma, there's a man here to see you. He says his name is Kyle."

"All right, let him in," Emma says, gesturing for him to enter her office. She puts down her pen and stands up, walking around the desk to greet him. Kyle is a rather unique-looking man. He's shorter than she expected, standing at about five foot nine, and a bit chubby. His dark hair is neatly combed back, revealing his striking green eyes. His attire is casual yet well-fitted, giving him an air of confidence. As Kyle enters the room, Emma extends her hand for a formal handshake. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kyle. I'm Emma. How can I help you today?" she asks, trying to keep her emotions in check. Despite her best efforts, she can't help but feel a stirring in her loins as she looks into his eyes.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I must admit, I've been trying to get hired for some time now….. My name is Kyle, and I'm here to get the position in your sales team." He finish his speech and gladly shakes her hand. Emma's heart skips a beat as she feels the warmth emanating from Kyle's hand. She realizes she's holding on to his hand a bit too long, but can't seem to let go. "Ah... I see. Well, you've certainly come to the right place. My company is always on the lookout for talented and dedicated individuals. Tell me, what makes you think you'd be a good fit for our team?"

"Well, I have always had a passion for lingerie, and I feel like I could really make a difference in your sales team. I know the market, and I'm confident that I can bring new ideas to the table." He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I-I think my biggest strength is my persistence. I never give up on a client, and I always make sure they leave happy." Emma listens carefully to everything Kyle says, her gaze never leaving his face. She finds herself drawn to him in a way she can't quite explain, and it's making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. As he finishes speaking, she takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

"Well, Kyle, I have to admit that you've certainly piqued my interest. I think your passion for lingerie and your persistence are certainly admirable traits. However, I'm not quite sure if our sales team is the right fit for you." She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "But I do think you have a unique set of skills that could be put to good use elsewhere in the company. Perhaps you can consider the position of my personal ASSsistant?"

Kyle's gaze drifts downward, following the outline of Emma's breasts before settling on her cleavage. He's transfixed by the sight, unable to tear his eyes away. He feels his heart racing and his palms starting to sweat. "I-I'm sorry, Emma. I didn't quite catch that." he stutters. "What did you say about the position of your personal ASSistant?"

Emma arches an eyebrow, amused by Kyle's obvious reaction to her cleavage. She takes a moment to straighten her posture and collect her thoughts. "I was offering you the position of my personal assistant, Kyle. In this role, you would be responsible for handling all of my administrative tasks: making coffee, managing my mail, providing a dick to suck, and filling my pussy with your cum." Kyle's eyes widen in surprise and excitement as he takes in what Emma has just said. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. "I-I'm sorry, Emma. I think I must have misunderstood you. Filling your puss..."

"No, Kyle. There's no misunderstanding. You would be my personal assistant, and part of your duties would be to make me pregnant. I need you to not only take care of my administrative tasks but also take care of my most basic needs as a woman." She pauses, her eyes never leaving his face. "You seem like the perfect candidate to be the father of my child." Kyle can feel his heart racing as he listens to Emma. He can't believe what he is hearing. He swallows hard, trying to keep his composure. "I-I would be glad to make you pregnant. But I do not think I am ready to be a dad." He looks down at her hands, folded over her chest, "And aren't you married?"

"Yes, Kyle. I am engaged. But that doesn't mean I can't have a child out of wedlock. My fiance does not need to know. And he is quite wealthy. He would be more than happy to raise the child, and provide it with everything it deserves." She looks up at him, her eyes glistening with desire. "I have always wanted a child, Kyle. You are the only one who can be the perfect father for my baby."

"Now, Kyle. I need you to make your decision. Do you want this job, or not?" She stands up, slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing her lace-covered breasts. Her hands go behind her back and unclasp the bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her nipples are hard and erect, begging for his touch. "So, do you want to put your baby into this body?"

Kyle's breath hitches as he watches Emma's breasts being revealed to him. His hands tremble with the desire to touch her, to feel her soft skin against his own. He stands up, moving closer to her, unable to resist any longer. At the same time Emma grabs Kyle by the shoulders and pulls him closer. Her breasts are now inches from his face, and she lets out a soft moan. "Do you want this, Kyle? Do you want to be the father of my baby?" She presses his face against her chest, his nose buried in the warm, soft flesh. "Tell me what you want."

Kyle moans into her chest as he's pulled closer, his hands cupping her breasts. "I want to fuck you," he whispers before gathering up his courage to speak more clearly. "I want to knock you up." Emma lets out a small gasp as Kyle's hands cup her breasts. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer to him. "You can have anything you want, Kyle," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. "I'm all yours." With that, she steps away from him, unbuttons and unzips his pants, freeing his hard cock.

Kyle's cock springs free from its confines, already leaking pre-cum. Emma looks at it hungrily, licking her lips. "You're going to make me such a good child," she whispers before dropping to her knees and taking him into her mouth. Her lips wrap around the head of his cock, and she begins to bob up and down, sucking him deep into her throat.

Kyle gasps as he feels her hot mouth engulf him, his hips bucking involuntarily. His hands find their way into her long, silky hair, guiding her up and down. "Fuck, " he moans, his head thrown back. "That is so good."

Kyle looks down at Emma's face as she takes him deeper into her throat. He watches the way her wedding ring hand moves up and down on his shaft, her fingers curling around him as she jerks him roughly. It's a delicious contrast to the smooth, wet heat of her mouth. "You're going to make me cum," he warns her, his voice thick with desire.

Emma looks up at Kyle, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Do it," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Cum inside me." She climbs to her feet and gets on all fours in front of him, lowering her head and exposing her wet, ready pussy. The height difference between them is now more pronounced, and Kyle can see everything: her smooth, round ass, her quivering thighs, and the wetness glistening on her pussy lips.

Kyle positions himself behind her and lines his cock up with her entrance. He takes a deep breath, feeling the head of his cock press against her wet folds. "You're so hot and wet," he groans, pushing forward. His cock slides easily into her tight pussy, filling her completely. As Kyle pushes inside her, Emma moans loudly, arching her back and pressing her body into his. "Fuck me, Kyle!" she cries out. "I want your cum!" Her pussy grips him tightly, milking his cock as he thrusts deep inside her. "Fill me up!" she begs, her voice trembling with need.

With each thrust, Emma feels her body tremble with pleasure. She's never felt this desire before, this need to be filled and taken. "Kyle," she whispers, her voice breathy and pleading. "Please... make me a mother." She tightens her inner muscles around his cock, urging him to come inside her. "I want your baby... I want to feel it inside me, growing." Her words are almost a prayer as she gives herself over to the intense sensations of their coupling.

Kyle is on the edge, feeling his release building inside him. He grabs a fistful of Emma's long hair, using it to pull her head back and expose her throat, and then slams into her, his hips banging against her ass. "Fuck!" he roars, letting loose a hot stream of cum deep inside her. Emma's body goes rigid when Kyle releases inside of her, her tongue leaving her mouth and eyes rolling back in her head. She feels her inner muscles clench around him, milking every last drop of his cum. Her pussy is hot and wet, gripping him tightly, her walls spasming around his cock as she comes apart beneath him.

Kyle's cock twitches and spasms inside Emma, emptying itself of every last drop of cum. He collapses onto the interview chair, panting heavily, still buried inside her. He looks down at her, amazed at how good she looks after they've been fucking.

As they catch their breath, Kyle looks down at Emma. Her muscular body is covered in a sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. Her lips are swollen from his dick, and her ass cheeks are flushed from his body slaps. Her hair is tangled and messy around her shoulders, and one of her breasts are still exposed and jiggle with each breath. "That was amazing," he whispers.

Emma looks up at him, her gaze steady and unwavering. "It was," she agrees, her voice getting more strength as she catches her breaths. Her hand moves between her legs, fingers slipping into her wetness. Her fingers curl, massaging her clit as she presses them deeper into herself, feeling his cum inside her. Drops of cum are licking down her thighs, wetting the carpet beneath her. "But I want more," she says, eyes never leaving his face. "I want you inside me again and again... I want to feel you come inside me, filling me up."

Her speech is abrupted by a phone ring. "It is Paul - my fiance" - she says, almost whispering. "I should pick up." - she gets up, moving to answer the call. "It's me..." - her voice is barely audible, but Kyle can hear it. She turns her back to him, and smiles licking her lips in the most sexual manner.

Kyle watches as Emma talks on the phone, her eyes right on him and her hand still covering her pussy. Kyle's dick twitches again eager for the second round. He stands up, walking slowly around the chair until he's standing directly in front of her. He presents his half-hard cock to her face, giving her the option of what she wants to do.

Emma looks up at him, her eyes glinting with desire. "I hear you, Paul..." Her voice trails off as she takes in the sight of Kyle's half-hard cock, inches away from her face. Her free hand moves to stroke it, her breath coming faster as she imagines the feel of him inside her again.

She takes his cock in her hand, licking in from the base to the tip before wrapping her lips around the head. Her tongue swirls around it as she sucks, and she looks up at Kyle with a mix of lust and guilt. Then she suddenly stops and says "I'm just having lunch, Paul..." she says, her voice breathy and lustful. "I'll be on time ... I promise."

Emma continues to listen to Paul on the phone while deepthroating Kyle, taking him as far down her throat as she can. Her hand grips the base of his cock, her fingers spread wide as she holds him steady. gluck-gluck-gluck. She's making the most obscene slurping sounds as she sucks him off, her lips stretched wide around the head of his dick. "No dear - Sarah bought noodles for me today" - she says, still sucking. "I'm just having lunch with a colleague..." - she says, her voice breathy and lustful. She uses her hand to jerk Kyle while she talks to her future husband. He feel the metal of her wedding ring against his skin, but this just makes it better.

Emma moans softly as she listens to Paul, her hand moving up and down Kyle's shaft. She looks up at him, their gazes locked. "Yes, I love you too, Paul," she whispers and finishes the call, her voice barely audible over the slurping sounds she's making. Then, her lips wrapped around Kyle's cock, she flicks her tongue across the sensitive skin at the tip, teasing him mercilessly. She looks up at him, her eyes burning with desire. "I need you inside me again," she pants. "Are you ready to cum in me again?"

Kyle: "God, yes," Kyle moans, his hips jerking forward as she sucks him. He looks around, spotting the perfect place for an office fuck. "Let's do it on your office table," he breathes, his eyes roaming over the neat desk and the piles of papers. He pulls her away from his cock, guiding her over to the table. It's not very high, and he has no trouble lifting her hips up onto it, her legs spread wide. Her wet pussy glistens in the fluorescent light, and he can't resist taking her again. He thrusts into her, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that echoes through the room.

Kyle pushes into her, feeling her tightness grip him as she adjusts to his size. He thrusts deeper, her muscles tensing and relaxing around him in perfect rhythm. Her moans fill the air, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as her body meets his in a dance of lust. He reaches down, cupping her breast in his hand, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Emma's muscular legs pull Kyle deeper, her hips arching up to meet his thrusts. She moans his name, the sound vibrating through his body as he feels the heat of her skin against his. Her hands grip the table, nails digging into the wood as she lets out a low growl with each thrust. Her breasts bounce with each movement, her nipples hard and aching for his touch.

"Oh fuck yes," Emma moans, her hips moving with his as she feels him push deeper inside her. "Fuck me, Kyle. Make me yours." She arches her back, pressing her breast against his hand as he rolls her nipple between his fingers. "I need you to fill me up. Make me.. make me your pregnant slut."

Kyle groans at her words, feeling the desperation in her voice. He slams into her harder, their hips slapping against each other, the sound echoing through the office. He gets closer to her face and pushes his lips against hers, their tongues tangling as they kiss roughly. "I'm going to fill you up," he growls, his voice strained with need. "I'm going to make you mine. Make you pregnant with my baby."

Kyle's thrusts become erratic, his hips jerking as he feels his release building inside him. His grip on Emma's hips tightens, and he can feel his cock throbbing against her. With one final thrust, he cums deep inside her, his hot seed spilling out. His hips buck against her, forcing his release from his cock and into her wet, hungry pussy.

Emma holds him inside with her legs, feeling the warmth spread through her as his seed fills her up. She moans, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "Oh God," she breathes, her eyes squeezed shut. "I'm so full." She grabs his face with her hands and pulls him for a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue tangles with his, their breath mingling as they share the aftermath of their intense coupling.

"Kyle," she whispers between kisses, her hand moving up to cup his cheek. "I want your babies." Her thumb traces his lower lip, her touch gentle despite the lust still pulsing between them. "I want you to fuck me every day, until I'm pregnant, and then you can do it with my sisters."