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After a long day, Emily went back to her room and stripped out of her uniform and took a quick shower. She quickly did her hair and make up and then got a lacy black thong and bra out of her suitcase.
She slipped them on and then found her little black dress and shimmied into it. She smirked as she imagined the look on the guys’ faces when she came down. And Tyler’s reaction when she sent him a picture.
She stood in front of the mirror and snapped a picture to send to her boyfriend.
Across the country, Tyler’s phone buzzed with the message. His heart sped up and his cock started to harden in his pants as he looked at the picture of Emily in the little strapless black dress and a pair of heels. Her huge tits were pushed up, threatening to escape the confines of the little dress.
What was she doing after work? Why had she even brought such a sexy outfit? His head started to spin with possibilities and all of them excited him.
“God damn!” he replied to the message.
“You like?” she responded
“Very much!”
“Good. I bet the guys will like it too . . . ;)” Then she added, “We’re meeting up for a drink down in the hotel bar.” She smirked, imagining her boyfriend’s reaction.
Tyler’s cock throbbed in his pants. The thought of his friends and coworkers drooling over Emily drove him wild.
“Oh, I know they will!” he said.
“I bet you are rock hard right now, imagining all the things they are going to be thinking about doing to your naughty girlfriend,” she messaged.
She wasn’t wrong. His fantasies were already running wild. “. . . Guilty.”
Tyler’s cock swelled in his pants. The ambiguity was killing him. Just as she had intended. He knew she was probably just teasing him, but the thought that she might actually take things further drove him crazy.
Emily left her hotel room and made her way down to the elevator. “I’m headed down to the bar now, I’ll talk to you later on.” Emily typed.
Her heels clicked as she made her way into the bar. The guys were already there drinking. Anderson glanced over and then did a doubletake.
She smirked as she made her way over. “Hey boys,” she said.
Mason did his best not to stare.
Davis grinned as he looked her over. “Well, don’t you clean up nicely,” he said, his gaze lingering on her shaking bosom.
“Isn’t somebody going to get me a beer?” Emily asked.
“Yeah, sure,” Anderson said, quickly getting up and heading over to the bar..
Emily felt a flutter of excitement at all the attention she was getting. Their lingering glances, the hunger in their eyes. Not just from Anderson, Mason and Davis, from the rest of the patrons in the bar too.
Tyler watched his phone with anxiety and excitement, wondering what was happening in Boston.
The guys drank more and moved over to a pool table at the far end of the bar. Davis slid into a booth nearby by himself, nursing his drink as Anderson and Mason racked the balls and picked out cues.
Davis was tall and strong, his short hair just starting to grey at the temples. Emily lingered around the pool tables for a minute. She could feel his eyes on her.
She turned, slowly making her way over and sliding into the booth.
“You look good,” he said.
“Thanks,” she said, blushing just a little.
He took a sip of his drink. “God, I wish my wife would wear something like that once in a while.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Definitely,” he said, eyeing her over his drink.
She felt a nervous excitement building. She could only imagine what Tyler would say if he could see her flirting with their boss, dressed like this. Davis couldn’t take his eyes off her huge tits.
“It’s hardly fair,” he said, with a chuckle, “you making it this . . . hard on us.”
Emily licked her lips and slid a little closer to him. “Maybe there is something I could do to make it a little easier,” she said, placing her hand on his thigh.
Davis smirked, just looking at her for a few moments. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Oh trust me . . . “ she rubbed her hand over the sizable bulge in his pants, “I can finish it.”
Davis grinned and she felt his hard cock throb against her hand. “What would Tyler say?”
She smirked, squeezing his thick cock through his pants. “Trust me, he wouldn’t mind one bit.”
Davis glanced over at Anderson and Mason but they were focused on the pool table. He reached over squeezing her breast.
Emily trembled at the touch of his strong hand.
“You’re sure,” he asked.
She nodded.
He gave one last look toward the pool table then got to his feet, a noticeable tent in the front of his pants. “Meet me in room 422,” he said, turning and heading toward the lobby.
She nodded, her chest heaving. She could barely believe how far she was taking things or how bad she wanted it.
She stood up, slowly making her way over to the elevator in the lobby. She pulled out her phone and saw a couple eager texts she had missed from Tyler asking her how it was going.
Tyler almost choked as he read her response.
“Davis invited me up to his room right now.”
A wild mixture of arousal and apprehension raced through him. “Holy shit . . . holy shit,” he murmured.
“You mean to . . .” Tyler typed nervously.
“It’s okay with you, right baby? It’s hard on them being on the road, away from their wives.”
Tyler was wracked with nervous energy but his cock was also rock hard. His hands trembled as he typed out a response. “Yeah.” then he added, “It’s fine with me.”
“Oh fuck,” Tyler said to himself, rubbing his hand over his throbbing erection.
Emily messaged him again. “I’m at his door now. I will talk to you later.”
Tyler tried hard to steady himself but his heart was pounding in his chest and he felt short of breath, still his cock throbbed, leaking precum in his pants.
It was really happening.
How would he look Davis in the eye after this? He wasn’t sure, but for some reason that only made him hornier.
Davis grinned as he opened the door. “Here to finish what you started?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her heart beating fast.
He put his hand on her hip and guided her into the room and closed the door behind her.
“Fuck you look good,” he said, his hand caressing her ass.
“Thank you,” she said, feeling flushed.
He pressed his body against hers, pinning her against the wall.
A shiver ran down Emily’s spine and she felt him throb against her as he kissed her neck. She let out a heavy sigh, her chest heaving against him.
His hand slid between her thighs and she let out a sigh as he touched the damp fabric of her panties.
“I didn’t know you were such a naughty girl,” He said, with a grin. He pulled her thong to the side and she let out a moan as he pushed two fingers into her wet, tingling pussy.
Her nostrils flared. She couldn’t quite bring herself to look him in the eye, but her hips moved against his hand involuntarily, pushing his fingers deeper inside her.
He let out a chuckle.
“. . . I’m not a naughty girl . . . I’m a good girl.”
“Oh yeah? You like doing what you are told?” he asked, a hungry look in his eye.
She nodded, meeting his gaze.
He slowly slid his fingers out of her. “Get down on your knees,” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, melting down to her knees in front of him.
“Get my cock out,” Davis said.
Emily nodded, quickly unzipping his pants. Tyler was a distant memory. She was overwhelmed with the urge to please the powerful man towering over her.
“That’s right, finish what you started,” he said as she pulled out his hard cock.
It felt thick and powerful in her hand. She wrapped her hand tight around the base of the shaft and it throbbed, leaking precum. She looked up at him one last time and then slowly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.
“Ohh . . . fuck yes . . .” Davis groaned.
Emily strokes his thick shaft and massages his balls as she bobs her head up and down. Her pussy is on fire. Her whole body burns with the overwhelming need to service him.
“No hands,” he said, brushing her hands away.
His dominant tone elicits immediate obedience and she let her hands fall down to rest on her thighs.
Emily looked up at him as she sucked. She stretched her mouth wider, pushing herself deeper, gagging a little.
“Oh yeah, just like that,” Davis said.
She pushed herself even further, choking back a gag.
“You are a good girl, aren’t you?” he said, with a smirk.
“Unnngh-hung!” Her words were muffled by the thick cock in her mouth.
Davis started to pant and she could feel his cock throbbing in the tight confines of her throat. It only spurred her on. She gripped his thighs, bobbing up and down faster, gagging herself again and again.
“Fuck . . . you’re gonna make me cum,” Davis said, reaching out and steadying himself against the wall.
Emily pushed herself all the way down his thick cock as he moaned. She could feel him twitching in her throat.
“Oh yeah . . . you’re gonna swallow like a good girl, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Mmm-hmmmp,” she murmured, his cock still buried deep..
He let out a deep groan and she felt his seed flooding down her throat.
When he was finally spent, she pulled her mouth off, sucking in a ragged breath.
“Don’t stop sucking,” he ordered. “Get me hard again. I don’t think you’ve finished what you’ve started yet, do you?”
“No, Sir,” she said, starting to suck his sticky, half hard cock again.
In short order she felt him start to swell in her mouth, growing hard again.
“Oh yeah, that’s a good little slut,” he said.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, licking his cock up and down and then taking him in her mouth again.
He leaned forward, pushing her backward, pinning her head against the wall.
Her chest heaved as he started to fuck her mouth. Her head swam and her nostrils flared as his thick cock overpowered her.
“Oh yeah . . .” he groaned, “that’s a good girl . . . take that cock.”
He finally pulled his cock out of her mouth. Emily gasped for air as he dragged her up to her feet and turned her around and pushed her up against the wall.
He pushed up her dress and pulled her thong to the side. She let out a moan as he sunk two fingers deep into her sopping wet pussy.
“Fuck you are nice and wet,” he growled in her ear, fingering her roughly, sending shivers through her.
“Uh-huh,” she murmured.
“You want this big cock don’t you?” he asked, fingering her hard.
“Uh-huh!”
“You want me to fuck your slutty pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir!” she said, aching for him.
He pulled his fingers out and gripped her by the waist.
She felt the thick head cock against her for just a moment and then he pushed deep inside her.
“Ohhh . . . fuck,” she whimpered.
Davis groaned, slamming into her hard again and again.
Across the country Tyler fiddled with his phone nervously rock hard. He ached for release and for any hint of what his girlfriend was doing.
But, at the moment, Emily was far too distracted to think of him. Her body trembled and shook as she was wracked with orgasm. She moaned and slumped into the wall as Davis kept hammering her pussy.
“Oh god . . . oh goddddd!” she shrieked.
Davis thrusts into her hard, gripping her waist tight, showing no signs of slowing down. He has even more stamina than his first round and before Emily’s orgasm fully subsides, she starts to shake and scream again.
Davis groans, giving her a few more hard thrusts, finally burying his thick cock deep in her pussy as he starts to erupt.
“Oh fuck yeah . . . take that cum . . .” he pants as she twitches and shivers against him.
He finally pulls out, cum leaking down her thigh. Emily just stands there, her face against the wall, trying to catch her breath.
“Good girl,” he says, giving her a little slap on the ass.
“Thank you, Sir,” she says, straightening up and tugging her dress down.
“But you still haven’t finished what you started. Come to my room after work tomorrow,” he says.
“Yes, Sir.”
Emily left and made her way back toward her room, wobbly on her heels. Part of her couldn’t believe what she had just done but another part of her couldn’t believe she had waited so long to do it.
When she got back to her room she collapsed into the bed, exhausted. She looked at her phone and noticed a number of messages from Tyler. She smirked as she realized how eager he was for the details.
She could feel the cum leaking down her thighs as she called him.
“Hey babe . . . so what happened?” he asked, already a little short of breath.
“Well . . . I helped Davis . . . unload a little tension.”
“Oh yeah . . .” Tyler couldn’t help but rub his erection through his jeans. “How’d you do that?”
“. . . You know,” she asked.
“Come on, you can tell me.”
She was quiet for a few seconds. “. . . I sucked him. And fucked him,” she said.
“Oh god . . . “ Tyler murmured. He couldn’t take it any longer. He unzipped his pants and pulled his aching cock out.
She smirked. “It sounds like you like that.”
“Maybe,” Tyler said with a chuckle. “Did you make him cum really good?”
“Yeah . . . Twice,” she answered.
Tyler’s cock throbbed and leaked against his hand.
“. . . Where did he cum?” he asked.
She was quiet for a second again. “Once in my throat. And once in my pussy.”
Tyler let out a moan as he tugged on his cock.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she asked.
“. . . I can’t help it.”
“Are you jerking off right now?” she asked.
“. . . Yeah,” he said, his breath shallow.
“I can still feel his cum leaking down my thigh,” she said.
“Oh fuck . . .” Tyler groaned.
Emily giggled as she listened to him cumming on the other end of the line.
“Well . . . I should get to sleep,” she said, “It’s late here. And I have a long day tomorrow.”
“I love you,” Tyler said, still panting.
“I love you, too,” she said.
All day at work Emily bristled with nervous energy. She could feel Davis’ eyes on her. Every sly smile he gave her was a reminder that he was thinking about what he was going to do to her as soon as they got off work.
Mason and Anderson were looking at her differently too and she couldn’t shake the feeling that Davis had told them about what had happened the night before.
The whole van ride back to the hotel she could feel Davis’ hand creeping up her thigh. She tried to steady her breathing as a familiar warmth spread through her body.
When she got off the elevator at Davis’ floor, she could hear Anderson and Mason snickering behind her.
As soon as they made it inside his room, he told her to, “Get undressed.”
She took a big breath and then started to strip out of her uniform, her heart beating faster.
He watched her, grinning as she finally unclasped her bra and then peeled off her panties. She felt embarrassed and excited all at the same time.
“Bend over the bed,” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, leaning over and putting her hands on the bed. She felt his hands gripping her full ass.
“God, I’ve been thinking about this all fucking day,” he said as he unbuckled his belt.
She felt a flicker of pride at being the object of his obsession. She spread her legs a little as she felt his thick cock slap against her ass.
He spit in his hand, stroking his cock up and down.
Emily let out a sigh as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her pussy. He pushed into her, each thrust a little faster and harder.
She gripped the sheets, panting. Each time he slammed into her she rocked forward, her heavy tits swinging.
“Oh yeah . . . give it to me . . . use my pussy . . .” she said, eager to please him, eager to spur him on.
He leaned forward, growling in her ear. She could feel the buttons of his uniform pressed into her naked back. He gave her a few more hard thrusts and groaned as he started to erupt inside of her.
He laid against her panting for a few moments. “Thank you,” he finally said.
“Your welcome, Sir,” she said, feeling hims still buried inside her.
He slowly pulled out and tucked his cock back into his pants.
“Are you coming down to the bar later?” he asked her as she started to get dressed.
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
She texted Tyler as she walked back to her room. “Davis wanted to fuck me again after work.”
“And you did it?” Tyler responded, eagerly. All day he had been aching for an update.
“Yeah.”
Tyler couldn’t help but rub his cock as his imagination ran wild.
“Are you hard right now?” she asked.
“Definitely,” he replied.
“Good,” she said, smirking.
“What are you doing now?”
“I really need a shower,” she said.
“I bet you do.”
She chuckled to herself as she made her way into her room.
“Then I am gonna meet the guys down at the bar. I have a feeling Davis told them about last night.”
“Oh really?” Tyler asked. His cock throbbed and his heart beat faster at the thought that everyone might know what was going on.
“You won’t be mad if I have to help them relieve a little tension too, will you?”
Maybe he should’ve been, but her text only made him even hornier.
“No. I don’t mind,” he said.
“I’m gonna jump in the shower, but I will call you later.”
“Love you!” Tyler said, his cock leaking profusely, already imagining what her night might entail.
“Love you too!” Emily texted him.
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