You're not done. Push on her shoulders to get another blowjob.

Your hands move up from her breasts, squeezing her firm flesh and letting it fall before you place your palms on her shoulders. Your thumbs trace the smooth lines of her neck and you gently push down. Emily's lips turn to a grin, and she leans in to kiss your cheek. “While there is nothing I think you'd enjoy more than letting me swallow another load of your cum,” she says, grinning. “I think we've had enough fun for tonight,” she teases. “If it makes you take the news any better, I know I'll be on my knees again,” she adds. You smile back, and realize that she could have taken that push a bit differently. Almost seeming to read your mind, she leans back and cups her breasts gently. “I want to do so much more,” she tells you, even as you step back. “And I will take that enthusiasm as a tremendous compliment. But I've gotten off, and you've gotten off, and that's a pretty damned good first date,” she says. You reach out to gently palm her right tit. She sighs.

“I hope I can say no when we're in the office,” she breathes. “Otherwise I'll spend all day sucking you off. Ok. I've got to get some sleep. I will see you in the morning.” You nod, realizing that Emily's doing her best to keep the fact that you are on a work trip in mind. You think about another last ditch effort for some fun with her, but she's making her way toward your door. “I'm normally not such a prude,” she teases, and you can't help but laugh. You lean in for a kiss, and love that she's gentle and present — the kiss makes you feel as if she is only thinking of you and her, in that moment. When she pulls away, she sighs. “I'm going to have to get myself off again,” she moans. You wonder if you will do the same as she closes the door gently, giving you one more view of her firm right breast before it disappears with a click.

You turn around in your room, hoping there is no noise coming from Sarah or Beth's room. While your first lusts at the office centered around Sarah's loud, over-the-top sexuality, you grin as you realize Emily's controlling personality has worked to an amazing night of teasing and payoff. You groan to yourself as you begin undressing, wondering what you and your gorgeous blonde coworker will get into in the morning. When you're done changing, you slide into the bed. Not realizing you were that tired, you wake with a start.

The clock says 3:30, and you have no idea why you're awake until you feel the rustling beside you. Emily's sitting on your bed, her hand over the covers atop your limp cock. She's wearing a tank top, though in the dim light, you can't make out what color it is. It looks thin, as even in the low light you can see her delectable nipples poking through the material. She leans in to whisper in your ear. “I just wanted to make sure you knew I was completely on board with us doing what we did,” she murmurs. “And that I really enjoyed what you did to me with your fingers.” You feel yourself stiffen. “And that you can look forward to more. I really like you. I hope my hand stroking your cock while our coworkers are literally feet away lets you know.” You groan, your head back, and she leans in to kiss you. Her sweet mouth covers yours and you reach up to sloppily grope her left breast, your arousal and drowsiness making your attempts clumsy. Her breast jiggles against your rough handling and you feel her smile as she continues to kiss you. As soon as you are fully hard, she breaks the kiss, looking down at your hand on her clothed boob.

“Got you all hot and bothered,” she whispers in the dark. “Like some little coed, I snuck in here and let you play with my pretty tits. If we were still in college I would have coated your sheets with cum,” Emily tells you triumphantly. She grabs your hand and gently pulls it away from her tit. She stops stroking you and stands up. “Good thing I've grown up,” she tells you, turning and walking toward the door. “See you in the morning John.” She says before she slips out. You groan, your eyes wide as you feel your cock lurching in the night. You're tempted to finish the job Emily started, but you realize you need to think of something for her, and spend most of the morning plotting against her. You fall asleep again, dreaming of Emily, and even as you wake up a few hours later, you realize that's exactly what she was hoping for. The clock says six in the morning when you roll out of bed. You still can't keep the grin off your face as you come out of the shower, remembering the previous day. You pull on jeans and a polo shirt and head downstairs.

You expect to be the only one up, but see Beth laid out in the middle of the floor, her red hair matted with sweat as she stretches forward on her knees, pushing her firm ass into the air. She's wearing tight yoga pants as she does her morning workout, and while you feel bad for interrupting, you realize that you're not moving away. She slowly pulls herself up, pushing the fabric even tighter against her posterior as she stretches up, slowly standing. There are earphones in her head as she works out, and her eyes are closed as she turns toward you in a big stretch. Her sports bra clings to her small breasts, her nipples poking through gently. Realizing that you're staring, you turn to go back up the stairs to see Emily wearing a big grin.

“Get a good look at our boss?” she asks. Emily's wearing a t-shirt without a bra, her nipples poking through the fabric of the shirt as she glances down at your half-risen cock through your jeans. Her shorts are actually pretty conservative as she strides by you into the kitchen. “I'm going to make some pancakes. Why don't you watch Beth work out and keep me company?” she says nonchalantly. You glance at her and she grins. “Don't make it too obvious,” she explains. “But I won't begrudge you fantasizing about our boss. I have.” You look at her, and she leans in to speak a bit more softly. “I will tell you all about them unless my mouth is full later,” she says with a smooth, smoky voice.