Give her that fantasy

Without hesitation, you fall to your knees, and within moments your mouth is buried between Emily's legs, lapping at her outer lips, taking nips at her inner thighs, lapping up the wetness you find there. You know you should focus on getting Emily off, but the soft skin of her thighs feels amazing against your lips and tongue, and the barely-there pressure of Emily's hand on your shoulder, accompanying her soft sighs and mumbles keep you distracted.

“My clit,” she whispers, and you feel your cock lurch in your pants. “I'll cum if you lick my clit,” she promises. Her hand is leaves your head, and you reach up with your left hand to find it without looking. She guides yours back to her breast, still clothed, and she flattens your palm against her tit once more. She whimpers, and you continue deftly licking at her pussy. You decide to give her a bit of a tease as you move your mouth up and down, narrowly missing her clit on purpose. “John, please,” she whispers. At that point you feel her hand push harder on your head. Remembering the blowjob she gave just a few minutes ago, you work to trap her clit between her lips, a move an ex-lover taught you. Emily obviously doesn't know what you're doing, and keeps moving her hips, trying to shove her clit against your tongue.

“You're such a fucking tease,” she moans, almost whining. “Please do something,” she adds. You grab her ass with the hand not crushing her clothed breast and pull her clit to your mouth. The moment her clit passes between your lips, you brush it with your tongue, and then as gently as you can, you begin sucking it. Emily's hands both go to your head and pull you in. You release her breast to hold yourself steady against the wall as you feel her writhe against you. Her soaked pussy leaks even more, and you fight the urge to lap up the wetness that begins dripping, holding instead her clit ads gently as you can in her mouth. “I'm cumming,” Emily growls, the guttural sound of her showing restraint turning her voice into an impressively threatening sound. You grunt as you feel your own arousal ratchet up as Emily orgasms, her firm, fit body shaking uncontrollably, you manage to keep pressure on her clit, letting it go and quickly whipping sensitive clit with your tongue throughout it. As she's coming down, you push gently against her clit with your tongue, and you feel her body tighten again.

“You little fucker,” she moans, and begins essentially fucking your face. You take it as easily as you can, only realizing a moment later that you've brought her to another orgasm. Your ego swells as Emily cums again, coating your face. Emily slumps back against the wall, and pulls you almost violently to your feet. Her kiss is an incredible turn on. Half of it is slowly kissing you and half is licking her own juices off of your face. She makes a show of it, her mouth furiously working to clean your face of her orgasm. You roughly grab both of her breasts as you kiss, and she purrs into your ear. “Finally got it,” she moans. Stricken by inspiration, you put your thumb to her exposed nipple, the tip of her right tit hard and firm. Remembering an old college girlfriend, you push Emily's nipple in, and you are amazed at the little bit of resistance before you push her hard nipple into her tit. Emily groans and her head falls back. You begin to remove your hand, but hers finds yours, and she looks down. “That shouldn't feel so amazing,” she tells you. You slowly pull your thumb off, and she looks at you. The nipple takes a moment to stiffen, but her arousal does show. You reach in to her shirt and pull out her other tit.

“Unbelievable,” she moans as you push her other nipple in, causing another shudder to wrack her body.

“It certainly is,” you hear a ragged voice breathe. Both you and Emily spin around to see someone sitting at the table behind you. Sarah's in the dining room her eyes wide, and her hand shamelessly cupping her tit through her shirt. She's surprised, and it's apparent on her face, but you and Emily are completely stunned, and say nothing as you turn toward your coworker. Emily actually shifts behind you , and you hear a rustle of clothes. Sarah's eyes follow you, and after a split second, she gets a wicked grin on her face.

“Wow. Sounds like somebody was ready for an early breakfast,” she says, still palming her heavy breast. “Don't stop on my account,” she teases. Emily emerges from behind you, her breasts back in her short, and her shorts back up. Sarah releases her breast, letting it bounce under her shirt. “Beth's still upstairs, you little fuck bunnies,” she laughs. “I just didn't expect a show. If you want to continue, you know you have an audience,” she says, and you glance at Emily, who is turning every shade of red in the color spectrum. She looks down, and reaches for your hand. You feel a gentle squeeze before she lets it go and she glances up at you.

“Sarah, we'd really appreciate it,” Sarah laughs.

“Oh my God,” she chuckles. “I'm not going to tell Beth. Unless you think she'd be into it,” Sarah muses thoughtfully. Emily breathes a sigh of relief and smiles gratefully. Sarah laughs.

“What you two do in the incredibly public space of a shared work-house kitchen is completely between you two and whomever else wanders in,” she points out, and Emily rolls her eyes. Sarah gives her a pointed look. “You don't get to be annoyed when I make a joke about this after I walk in and your shorts are literally on the floor. And you're getting head. Which seemed to be amazing,” she adds. You feel yourself flush, and Sarah notices. “It's alright Casanova. Emily can be hard to please. Take the compliment,” she laughs.

“Sarah,” Emily says, and her tone is not shy and timid. Sarah looks at her and nods. “Too far, my bad. But I'm totally going to rake you over the coals for the kitchen stuff. Maybe we can work out an arrangement that limits my comment to some innuendo at breakfasts,” she offers. Emily's eyes narrow, but she nods.

“In that case, if I were you two, I'd go up and shower before Beth comes down. It'll be a lot easier to keep your interlude a secret if you're not standing in the kitchen smelling like sex.” Sarah walks past you both, opens a cabinet and pulls out a breakfast bar. “I'll get the coffee going,” she says brightly, and you and Emily leave to go upstairs. As you walk Emily to her room, you apologize.

“You were right, we should have stopped. Sorry,” you tell her, and she turns around, leans in and kisses you full on the mouth and hard. When she pulls away, her eyes are full of the same lust you saw downstairs.

“Don't ruin a good thing by apologizing for it,” she teases. “I'm going to shower, and hopefully get a bit more relief now that my fantasy has something more...” She reaches down and gropes for your hardening cock. When she finds it, she gives it a gentle grip and you take a quick breath. “More solid for me to envision,” she whispers. You move your hands to her shorts again and she laughs.

“Oh, fuck that,” she blurts out. You both sputter, and the moment broken, laugh for a moment before she steps into her room. “I will be fucking myself in the shower if you need some inspiration in yours,” she tells you, pulling her shirt off just before she closes the door.