Pay a visit to Emma at work.

You decide to have a little fun with your slut-in-training, Emma, and pay her a visit at her workplace.

"Oh hey, John, did you want to get lunch today?" Emma asks you when you surprise her by coming to her office.

“Actually, I've got other hungers right now that need to be satiated," you tell her as you close the door behind you and walk around her desk. "Stand up, baby," you order Emma, once you're behind her. Emma shares an office with one other woman, a hot chick named Susan, who is dilligently working and listening to music on her headphones. She doesn't notice you are there.

You run your hands up and down her sides, and her front - pausing to caress her breasts through her bra. "You look a little hot in this," you say as you slip off her jacket. The office has large windows that look out into open area of the building. People are walking by.

Emma doesn't put up any physical resistance, but says, "John, there are people around."

"It's our lunch time, Emma, we can do whatever we want with it. This is our time."

You press your body close against Emma's so she can feel the hardness of your cock against her ass. You kiss her neck, which she's offered me graciously. "Thank you for wearing high heels as I asked, baby," you whisper.

Then you drop down to one knee and reach up her skirt, pulling down her panties. She carefully steps out of them on foot at a time. You unzip your pants and pull your cock out of the opening, keeping your pants and belt on. "John, we can't," Emma weakly protests.

"It's not like we are naked. Nobody can see anything of our bodies they don't see any day," you reply as you hike up her skirt and squeeze her ass with my hands. And then you spit on your fat cock and slide it inside her.

She gasps loudly when you penetrate her with your cock and I see Emma's hot coworker Susan look up to watch us in the reflection of Emma's office window. "Susan is probably very jealous her man doesn't visit her in the office," I whisper.

This prompts her to notice our audience and you shout out, "Susan. Go. Back. To. Work," in between thrusts.

Many of her coworkers walk by the office and take a look. They don't want to make it obvious that they are staring, but it's still clear they are. Most likely a flurry of emails and IM's is alerting people to the free show. They all see you standing behind Susan. She is slightly bent over with her hands on her desk holding herself up against your ****. Your hands are on her hips. They can't see your cock entering her pussy, but they know what's happening.