Some clarity

The next morning, Kyle wakes up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. He can still feel Emma's wetness on his dick, and the memory of her throat makes his morning wood throb. He glances at his phone, seeing that it's already time to go to work. He must have slept like a rock. He smiles, remembering the day before and Emma's body. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin, accentuated by her toned figure and tall stature. Every curve and angle was defined, her waist narrowing to a point before flowing into her ample hips. Her legs were long and toned, covered in a light dusting of hair that only added to her allure. Her breasts were full and round, with dark pink nipples that were always hard and ready. Her face was striking, with high cheekbones and piercing green eyes that seemed to hold secrets even when she was smiling. Her hair was short and spiky, a dark brown that was accentuated by her pale skin. She was a living breathing sex goddess, and Kyle couldn't help but go for a little morning jerk-off session.

Kyle's phone begins to ring, startling him out of his dreams. He curses under his breath, before answering. "Hello?" he asks breathlessly. "Kyle?" Emma asks, her voice cool and collected. "Why aren't you at your desk?" There is a slight edge to her tone, a hint of annoyance. "Are you fucking some other tall, muscular girl, Kyle?" There is a hint of jealousy and anger.

Kyle is taken aback by Emma's tone. "Um, no, I'm not. I'm just..." He trails off, trying to think of a convincing lie, but realizes that there is no point in it and tells the truth. "No, I am just in my bed, jerking-off. Here, I will send you a pick to prove it!" Kyle quickly snaps a photo of himself, showing his chubby form. He's hard as a rock, and his hand is wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly. He sends the picture to Emma, feeling a mixture of arousal and shame.

Now Kyle thinks it may not have been the best idea, but he can't help but feels desire coursing through his veins. He glances down at his hard cock, still in his hand, and wonders what Emma will say or do. He's not sure if he should be scared or excited.

"Oh..." she breathes out, trying to sound casual. "I see... That's... Interesting. So, you're... um... I mean... just thought you should know." There's a pause as she collects her thoughts, feeling the heat in her cheeks. "I guess... I could show you something too."

Kyle's heart skips a beat as he hears the pause in her voice. He can feel the anticipation building within him, wanting to know what she's going to show him. His hand moves faster on his cock, wishing it was inside her instead. He waits with bated breath for her to send him the picture. There is a slight click as the picture arrives, and Kyle's heart skips a beat as he opens it. There, in all their glory, is Emma's full, round breasts. She's leaned forward, lifting her top to reveal her lacy black bra, and then lowered it, revealing her nipples standing at attention. "You can have these whenever you want them."

Kyle's cock throbs in response to Emma's message, and he can feel his orgasm building within him. He glances down at his hand, still wrapped around his aching shaft, and then back up at the photo of her perfect breasts.

Suddenly he receives another message and stares at her round and firm breasts, with her nipples standing out proudly. He can see the soft, pale skin where they meet her chest, and the slight hint of her ribcage beneath. Then his eyes are drawn to the words she's written above her belly button, right on her defined six-pack "please cum here," and an arrow pointing to her pussy.

Kyle stares at the picture for a few moments, his heart racing and his cock twitching in anticipation. He makes the decision, quickly put on his clothes and rushes to the office. Once on the street Kyle manages to calm himself down and realize that the muscular bitch has just manipulated him into fucking her. He is definitely not angry, hell, this is the best thing that has happened to him in his life. But, he decides this does deserve a punishment.

Kyle takes a deep breath and heads towards the coffee shop. He orders two large coffees with an extra shot of espresso, knowing that it'll give him the energy he needs to deal with whatever Emma has in store for him. As he waits for his order, he can't help but feel a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Once he has the coffee, he quickly heads to the office, his heart racing.

Kyle finally arrives at the office, his heart pounding in his chest. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, and then walks confidently towards Emma's office. "Hi Sarah, I am here to see the boss," he says with a playful smile.

Sarah smirks and nods. "Of course, Kyle. Emma's been waiting for you." She hands him a small keycard and sends him off with a hand waiver. "So, it seems not all women gonna offer their pussy for my dick," Kyle thinks to himself as he enters the office. "Well, let's see what Emma has in store for me." He closes the door behind him and locks it, just in case anyone would dare interrupt them.

Kyle walks up to Emma's desk, taking in the sight of her. She's wearing a fitted black dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, her long legs crossed underneath the desk. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a sleek ponytail, revealing her smooth, pale neck. Her fingers fly across the keyboard with practiced ease as she works on her computer. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself as he realizes just how beautiful she is.

Emma slowly stands from her desk, her sex walk accentuating her hips and ass as she moves towards him. She presses her body against his, with a sultry smile, she leans in and kisses him deeply, their tongues tangling together in a heated dance. As their kiss intensifies, she pulls back slightly, her eyes locked on his. "You are late," she notices the coffee in his hand. "Ah, coffee. Well, this makes it better."

Emma grabs the coffee from Kyle's hands and leads him over to a couch, sitting down on the edge. She pats the cushion beside her, inviting him to sit. "Come, let's talk," she says, her voice confident and strong. As Kyle sits down, their bodies close together, the heat from Emma's body radiating against his. Kyle's hand immediately moves to Emma's thigh, tracing circles along her smooth skin, feeling the muscles underneath.

Emma sips her coffee seemingly unamused with Kyle's advances. She decides to take matters into her own hands, or rather, legs. With a sultry smile, she leans forward and lifts her leg up, resting her knee on the couch just above his lap. Her black dress hikes up slightly, revealing the smooth skin of her thigh and the muscles of her inner leg. "Now, let's talk about your work responsibilities, shall we?" she says, her voice husky with desire. "By the way, I like calves massage."

Kyle put his hands on Emma's calves, his fingers running up and down her smooth skin. It feels so good, her leg does not seem to have an ounce of fat - all muscle. Kyle gets closer and moves his tongue from her soles to the knee. "Mmm... this is pleasant," Emma breathes, her voice strained. "But I expect more from my assistant: you should always be on time, bring me coffee, deliver my confident mail. "It's really not complicated, Kyle," she says, running her fingers through his hair. "You can handle it." She suddenly sits on top of his lap, their hips grinding against each other.

Kyle looks up at her, feeling a mixture of desire and anxiety. He can't help but marvel at her beauty as he stares into her eyes. His hands move up and down her legs, feeling the strength and suppleness of her muscles.

Her fingers trace circles on his cheek, her eyes narrowing as she stares deep into his. "Do you want to see the morning message?" she breathes, her voice low and husky. "It's something I wrote just for you." Her hand slides down to her chest, unbuttoning her shirt enough to reveal the smooth skin beneath. Kyle reaches and kisses the skin he sees, feeling her hard nipple against his lips. Emma continues to unbutton her shirt until it falls open, revealing her belly with a sultry writing there: "Please cum here."

Her lips part as she watches his reaction to her exposed flesh and the message she's written. Her hand slides down between them, finding his erection and stroking it slowly, teasingly. "Do you think you can do that for me?" she whispers, her eyes never leaving his. "Make me beg for your cum, just like you did yesterday?" Her hips begin to move, grinding against him in a sensual rhythm. Very quickly she feels the hardness against her, and she can't help but moan.

"Yes, get hard for me, get hard and put your cum in my pussy," she whispers, feeling the heat of his arousal through her dress. She quickly unbelts his pants and gets his cock out. Her hand grips his hardness, stroking him roughly now, wanting to feel him inside her. "Please, Kyle," she pleads, arching her back as she grinds against him, "give it to me. I need it." Her fingers slip between their bodies, finding her wetness and pressing against it, seeking release. Her other hand reaches up, fingernails digging into his shoulder, as she thrusts her hips forward, taking him deeper inside.

Kyle's eyes wander over her body, taking in every detail, as he feels her tight wet pussy around him. He can't help but start to thrust into her, feeling the intense pleasure as they move together. His hand grips her hip, guiding her hips in time with his own movements.

Kyle looks at her, feeling the heat and desire radiating from her body. He leans in, kissing her neck as he thrusts harder, feeling her wetness surround him. "You want my cum inside, not your fiance's?" he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "You would rather be fucked by a stranger like me than somebody who loves you?"

"No," she hisses, arching her back as he thrusts deeper. "Only you. I need you. Your cock inside me. It feels so good." Her hands move to grip his shoulders, urging him on.

"Fuck, yes!" Kyle grunts, his thrusts becoming more **** as he feels her body tense beneath him. He reaches down rubbing her clit with his thumb, feeling her shudder with pleasure beneath his touch. "Tell me, are you wetter for me or for him?"

"For you," she hisses, her body arching into his as she comes, her pussy clenching around his cock. "I love my Paul, I love him, but I will only be fucked by you." Her voice is breathless, her words punctuated by moans. "You made me your Kyle. You claimed my pussy." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she rides him harder, her hips undulating in time with his thrusts. "This pussy is yours."

As Emma's words spill from her lips, her body quakes with pleasure beneath Kyle's touch. He can feel her tightness gripping him, her muscles squeezing his cock in time with every thrust. Her words echo through the room, Kyle's movements become more urgent, more ****, as he feels his cum leaving his body, filling her up. He groans, his voice raw with desire, as he finally releases himself into her.

As Kyle looks at Emma, her body still trembling from the intense pleasure she's just experienced. Her face is flushed, her lips parted, and her gaze meets his unapologetically. She reaches up, tracing his jawline with her fingertips, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Her fitted black dress hugs her curves, her skirt pulled up to reveal her black lace thong, now put to the side to reveal her pussy lips. The top buttons of her blouse are undone, exposing a black lace bra. Her hair is loose and cascading down her back, framing her flushed face. Her lips are swollen from their kisses and the intense fucking they've just had. Her scent fills his nostrils, a mix of her perfume and their combined sweat. He can feel the wetness between her legs, his cock still buried inside her.

"Wow, you know how to talk dirty," Kyle breathes, gazing into her eyes. "You're unbelievable." He trails his fingers up her ripped belly, to her breasts, cupping one in his hand. Her nipples are hard, and he rolls it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan from deep within her.

"This is not just dirty-talk," she says, her voice low and husky, each word punctuated by a moan as Kyle continues to roll her nipple between his fingers. "You claimed my pussy, my throat, my lips, my tongue - now it is exclusively yours. Paul will have to do with my ass from now on." Her hips start to move again, grinding against his still-hard cock. "And I will always be here for you, to suck your cock, to ride you, to make you cum in me and make me pregnant."

"Wait what? So, you will never have sex with your fiancé again?" He asks, confused but intrigued. His cock twitches inside her, eager for more.

"Well, you still have not claimed my ass, so that is all that is left for him." She winks, her breath hot against his ear as she whispers. "But if you want to share, that is also your right. My pussy and mouth belong to you now, and you can decide what you want to do with me."

"So, what you're saying is that you want me to decide what happens to you?" Kyle asks, still not quite believing what she's saying. His cock twitches inside her, ready for more, as he waits for her response. "Are all women this crazy for me, or only you?"

"Oh, not all women. But you're the only one who can truly enrich the gene pool by procreating with women like myself. My sisters are all married but they will gladly forget about their husbands to only get a drop of your cum." She moans as he gets harder inside her.

"Wow, so, does this mean that all strong and muscular women like you are just waiting to be claimed by a man like me?" Kyle asks, his voice a mixture of awe and arousal. He starts moving his hips, slowly pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting back in again, feeling the tightness of her pussy grip him as she moans.

"Not just any man like you, by you," she pants, arching her back as he thrusts deeper. "We are strong and independent women, and we crave to produce strong and capable offspring." She meets his gaze, her eyes dark with desire. "You are the only one who can give us that."