Mr Williams and Emily

The Shack quickly fills with the early morning crowd and you are horrified as they pile in. A small number of businessman and women hardly seem to notice you standing there with your breasts on display and wearing just the little apron, stockings and miniscule pair of panties.

A loud group of construction workers whoop at the sight of you and shout across the Shack about exactly what they would like to do to you and your tight pussy. You cringe at the thought and turn to head to the opposite corner where a smart dressed middle aged man is haranguing a stressed looking blonde girl who looks like she is about to cry. You take pity on her immediately, in no small measure due to the tears of shame welling up inside yourself!

As you walk on over to them you find your female brain noting the pretty high heels with little straps that she is wearing, how well her up-do hairstyle suits her pretty heart shaped face, the fit of her short tight skirt and matching jacket and the way her long slim legs are set off by the high quality sheer nylons encasing her legs. Meanwhile the maleness inside your head notes how absolutely fuckable she is and the fine swell of her breasts as they push on her jacket.

Soon you stand in front of them both as the girls eyes pop out of her head at the sight of your almost naked body. You note the hand of the man as it slides out from under the girls skirt. You give her a shy smile as you say “good morning. My name is Amy and will be looking after you today. Is there anything I can get you”?

The man almost chokes on the glass of water he is sipping before recovering himself. “Well fuck me but you are a sight for sore eyes Amy. I was just having some fun with my secretary little Emily here but your tits have really made my day. They are magnificent”! He drawls as his hand slips back up Emily’s skirt. Your eyes stray down to her squirming thighs and then across to the massive erection tenting his suit trousers. “What do you think Emily? How do Amy’s tits compare to yours”? He continues, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Well I don’t know Mr Williams. Um... they may be a bit smaller I suppose” Emily stammers, blushing a deep red.

“Well let’s see shall we girls. Come here Amy. Let’s have a closer look” he growls as his hands reach for your waist. He pulls you closer as his busy hand emerges once more from under Emily’s clothes. You notice the faint sheen of moisture coating his fingers and again feel the shame beaming from the girl. Mr Williams licks his fingers before his hands stroke your stockinged thighs and up onto your tight arse. You are frozen on the spot as his hands brush over your panties and stroke your pussy lips gently.

“Very very nice Amy. Now if I slip you 100 bucks could you help me out with judging the tits of you both”? He laughs as he slips the notes into the lacy band at the top of your stockings. Without waiting for an answer he gestures for Emily to stand.

The girl stands next to you and you look into her stunning blue eyes with an emabarrased smile. “Get on with it Amy. Let’s see Emily’s tits” Mr Williams orders sternly. You bring your hands up and unbutton Emily’s jacket looking into her eyes and holding her gaze. She is breathing heavily and is very tense; she looks terrified! You try another smile to try to reassure her as you ease the jacket off her shoulders and start unbuttoning her blouse. You feel your breath speed up as you help Emily out of the garment and you see her breasts swelling in a black lace bra with red trim. They are heaving with her breathing and your mouth goes dry as you rest your hands on her shoulders. Your nipples are hard and erect and you feel a heavy pressure in your panties.