You can't say no to a blowjob; you pull out your cock.

You slide your pants down to let your now erect cock into the air. Emily swallows, and you swear a wave of desire passes over her. “I hope Beth or Sarah doesn't come down here to watch my head bobbing up and down on this big cock like I'm some sort of porn star,” she says, and the grin and tone she uses while saying it indicate that it is completely for your benefit. Your hand reaches down to cup her firm tits, one in each hand, and Emily's mouth widens before she bites her lip. “You really picked the wrong coworker if you have a fetish for tits,” she whispers, and you can tell she's trying to grab some control. You're amazed at how much see seems to enjoy your groping, and you wonder if it's a physical pleasure or a mental one.

“Pull one out for me,” you tell her. Emily leans back slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She pushes her right hand into her shirt and gently uses her left hand to pull her shirt under her left breast. She lets it drop, the firm globe trembling just right as she leaves the right breast covered. “You've got great tits,” you tell her, and you hear her swallow.

Emily leans in, her hands visibly shaking, and you fight a groan as she slowly, very slowly allows the head of your very stiff cock between her lips. She pulls back to kiss your head gently and then slips her tongue out, her eyes glancing at your face as she literally holds the head of your cock on her tongue. With some small moves, she massages the glans, dipping the tip of her tongue just under the ridge of your cock. Your hands continue to gently massage her firm breasts, and you love feeling her nipple gently flatten against your palm as you push her tits around her chest. She pulls her head back and sighs. Her right breast is still covered, flattening and bending under your ministrations. You look down at her, and she nods gently, slowly letting her lips part to pull the head of your cock into her mouth. She lets it rest there gently, and you are completely entranced by the visual of Emily kneeling before you, her eyes locked on yours as she slowly begins to suck the head of your cock. Your grip on her left breast tightens, and she moans. You release the pressure, and she pulls off.

“I guess you like when I nurse the head of your dick?” she asks. “That squeeze was forceful and firm. You bent my firm titty with your fingers. Feel free to use my tits, John. That wasn't a painful sound.” She grins at you, and you are unsurprised that she now seems in total control. Emily's eyes flick between your cock and your face, and knowing she has a captive audience makes a show of pulling the head of your cock between her lips, sliding just past the head. You feel your breath quicken as her tongue languidly strokes the underside of your shaft and the ridge of your head. She swirls it around your head as well, and when she pulls off, your cock is shining. “I can't tell if you like the feeling of me giving you head or the visual of it,” she says. She glances at your hands still gently massaging her tits. She bobs her head this time, demonstrating the visual she'd promised earlier. You groan, amazed at Emily's ability to stroke your imagination as well as your shaft. She lets you out of her mouth again and notices your stare.

“You know, I think you really get off on having me as your little blowjob toy,” she points out. The part of your brain that reminds you the blowjob was her idea is busy being distracted by Emily's tits. You groan and she laughs. “I never would have pegged you for having that sort of mindset. You're always so eager and willing to listen to us.” She bobs her head up and down on your cock, letting wet sounds begin escaping from her mouth as it fills with saliva, and what you are sure is not a small amount of precum. “You treat us like intellectuals at work, John, always professional, but approachable.” Your mind is barely conscious of Emily's hand on your cock, gently stroking you as she speaks. “But you are so willing to let me drop to my knees in the kitchen, while our coworkers bustle around upstairs. You have me pull out my tit so you can use it as a stress ball while I pull your thick dick into my throat. You are a complicated man, John.” You are about to argue she hasn't pulled your cock into her throat when she leans in and slowly pushes your entire length between her lips, letting her tongue gently poke at your balls. You groan as you feel her tongue, and are both surprised and satisfied as you feel your cum shoot out.

Emily's eyes twinkle as you feel yourself draining into her mouth, and she swallows slowly. She pulls her lips up your softening shaft slowly, leaving no trace of her amazing blowjob. When she gets to the head, she repeats quickly the motions she'd done at the first, her tongue swimming over your head as she works you over. When she's done, she lets your cock slip out of her mouth. You are amazed that you're still not completely soft. She holds your spent dick, looking it over before tucking it back in your pants. She stands and moves to put her exposed breast away. You stop her, pushing her hand down to her side, and she glances around, but does nothing else as you fill your hand with her perky boob again. She shudders, and you smile as you lean in to kiss her. Her arms circle around your waist, and you feel your tongue probe her mouth. You can't decide if you're ignoring the salty taste in her mouth or enjoying it, but you feel your heart race as you share an intense kiss. Her tongue seeks yours out, and you again feel her breast fold under your hand. She smiles around your kiss, and you feel her left hand slide down to your ass.

“We really do need to stop,” she breathes, and you kiss her again. She moans and you realize she's not even trying to stop you now. You break off the kiss to glance down at her chest. She glances down with you as you continue to squeeze and caress her breast, looking between her exposed tit and your face as you enjoy her flesh. When your fingers trap her nipple, she closes her eyes and moans again. She opens her mouth as if to say something, but you lean in for another kiss. She welcomes it, forcefully pulling you into her and opening her mouth. Her hand moves to your head as you both make out in earnest. Your hand slides from her breast to her waist, allowing you to pull her body into yours as well, and you are amazed at how comfortable it feels to be against her. As she continues to aggressively pull you for a kiss, it looks like it's up to you to stop if you're going to stop.