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"I'm not your man." you say. Emma gives you a curious look. Maybe she thinks you're turning her down. You doubt she's ever had that sensation before. But you explain before she gets too confused. "I can't just be your man because you say I am. Words mean nothing. Actions..."

Before you can finish Emma has leaped up on the counter in front of you. She leans in at you and gives you a kiss. Not a particularly wild one. Just a peck on the lips to show you she's serious.

But this wasn't the kind of action you had in mind. If she really wants you to be her man then...

She interrupts your train of thought again. "Do you want to fuck me?" She asks. You wonder what else she could possibly expect your answer to be other than "Yes"

You try not to sound too eager when you say it. But how could you not. Emma just kissed you and propositioned you.

"Do you want to fuck my fanny? Do you want to fuck my arse?" She's teasing you now. You wonder if she has any intention.

"If I'm your man. Then you're my girl." the idea of Emma being your girl...

"Of course I am. But that doesn't mean you possess me. I won't just do anything you order me to." Emma smirks at you. You've seen that smirk before, in photos, in movies. It's charming. It's sexy. "Unless it's exposing myself." She jumps down from the counter, this time on your side. "But I think right now I want to do something I want to do, not something you want to do." her hand paws at the bulge growing in your crotch.

You're pretty sure this is also something you want to do.

"Will you get in trouble if someone catches you doing this at work?" She says looking up at you with big brown eyes. You nod. But you don't care. It'd be worth it. "Then I'll be quiet, if you will be too." Emma explains, her voice soft but eager as she unzips your jeans and reaches in.

And then Emma's hand touches your hard cock. It wraps around it. It pulls it from your pants. And before you can really comprehend that this is your reality. It's between her soft lips.

She's good at this. She slides her mouth down on it, inside her tongue swirls around your throbbing member. She bobs on it once or twice, then slides her lips off, letting lines of spittle and precum stretch away from the tip of your manhood. The visual is insane.

Then she does it again. Diving her mouth deep into your cock. You feel it poking her throat. She doesn't gag. She's a pro.

Then she pulls off, more lines of saliva. She glances up at you, her body heaving as she pants heavily. She's enjoying herself.

So are you.

Then she bobs on you again. The warmth of her famous mouth surrounding your cock.

You can't take it any more. You're about to explode. "Emma" you say quietly.

She pulls your cock from her lips and positions herself under it with a big smile. Clearly nothing makes her happier. And your jizz covers her face, and drips from her forehead down her cheek and nose, onto her lips. She licks them clean, but makes sure she gives you a big smile so you can take in what her pretty face looks like covered in your cum. Not someone else's. Yours.

"Get out your phone. Take a picture." She says.

And of course, you're happy to oblige. You snap a photo. This one is for you. She's not grabbing it. She's not running away. This one is for you to keep.

"Now are you my man?" She asks. And you nod, trying to get your breath back. "Good" She says. "Let's have a date later. You can fuck my arse and my twat then." You're speechless. You don't want to seem lame, but you can't do much more than nod. Emma smiles, rises, and heads for the door, without even so much as considering wiping your jizz from her face. But before she leaves she turns toward you. "I hope you're not going to hoard that picture for yourself. Send it to one of your friends." She bites her lip playfully and then is gone.

You wonder if she meant that. Did she really mean that?

Would you really want to send it to someone? Why would you want anyone to know? Then again if being exposed is what turns Emma on, shouldn't you give her the courtesy of doing just that?