Emelies Call

1. Erik

Emelie sat on the edge of the bed, one side of her slim body lit by the dim yellow light coming from the wall-mounted reading lamp. Sperm leaked out of her small oval mouth. The translucent fluid ran over the bump of her chin then dropped lazily onto the cavity of her chest between the tiny red strawberries of her nipples.The way she grasped the edge of the bed, with her delicate hands and thin arms pulled tight against her body, made her look like she was bracing for the start of an amusement park ride.

The intensity and volume of my orgasm surprised me; I couldn't remember the last time I came that hard. I felt like had ejaculated a gallon, and judging by the coating on Emelie's face and chest, I may not have been too far off.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Her blue expressionless eyes stared up at me as if she was either going to start crying or tell me a dark secret. She opened and closed her mouth slightly pushing out more semen.

I stood in front of her reeling from the effects of my orgasm. My saliva-covered erection bobbed up and down as I staggered backwards.

"Emelie, I'm sorry."

She said nothing. The blue watery pools of her eyes stared straight ahead as if she were in a trance.

I sat down next to her and lifted my hand to caress her cheek. She pushed it away. She just sat there making no attempt to either swallow or spit out the sperm oozing from her mouth.

Had I pushed her too far? If she was disgusted by the act of me coming in her mouth, why didn't she pull back, tell me to stop, or respond in some way signalling her revulsion? But instead, I ejaculated without interruption and her only reaction was to sit there, staring.

The edge of the bed sunk under my weight forcing our bodies together. Her thighs were thin and warm. Wispy brown curls of pubic hair peeked out from between her closed legs. I placed my hand on the center of her back.

She was beautiful in profile; wide scandinavian cheeks, a tiny slope of a nose, and a sweet beautiful mouth that I had fantasized about putting my cock into the first day I met her. Now i had finally done it and I felt like a piece fo shit.

I thought about the events of the last few weeks that led up to this moment.

Emelie

I knew against my better judgement that what I was about to do was wrong, very wrong. But the feeling of it all so was intoxicating. I had been so sheltered all my life, and I hated it. Perhaps by having an affair with a married man was my way to subvert the image I resented so much.

I had seen him in the office a few times and was always curious about who he was. Fit, good looking, and always dressed well; he had short brown hair graying at the sides, broad shoulders, and looked good in jeans, He must have been 20 years older than me, but I couldn't stop looking at him when he was around. The first time I spoke to him was when Kerstin, our vice president, called a department meeting.

I was working as a business analyst doing projects and other odd jobs for Kerstin, Not a bad first job for a 23 year old just out of university. But I was so intimidated by my co-workers.They were all much older than me, they exuded so much confidence, and had roles with significant responsibility. I was more or less a glorified secretary,

Kerstin and me arrived to the room ten minutes early to prepare. I sat in one of the middle chairs at the 16-person conference table next to Kerstin who was busy hooking her laptop up to the projector that would beam her presentation on the large white screen. People eventually started filing into the conference room, managers mostly, and took seats on the other side of the table not saying anything to me. I sat there like a little mouse.

But when he entered the room, he headed straight to my side of the table and took the seat next to mine. When he sat down, he looked at me and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Emelie," I said extending my hand to him feeling immediately at ease. In some odd way he had acknowledgement of me as a human being by choosing to sit next to me. The others simply ignored me.

"Hi, I'm Erik." His voice was pleasant and he had a calm and relaxed manner about him. Much more at ease with himself than everyone else.

2. Erik

When I sat down next to her, I sensed her nervousness right away. She seemed intimidated by the atmosphere in the room and looked up at me with shining blue eyes framed by delicately curled eyelashes accented by mascara. Her voice was soft and high-pitched, like a child's.

She pushed a silver bracelet hanging around her thin wrist up her forearm and started to type on her laptop. Her mouth was small and delicate and I imagined what she looked like sucking me.

The meeting started with Kerstin welcoming everyone to the meeting in her German-accented English. She was tall with shoulder-length black hair. Plain face neither ugly nor attractive. She was a bit heavy in the hips and thighs, but still shapely. She made a comment thanking Emelie for preparing the presentation she was about to show and I wondered what other flunky duties Emelie performed for her. I imagined Kerstin down her hands and knees with Emelie flicking her little pink tongue across her swollen pussy and up into her asshole.

Blood filled my penis thinking about this stuff and I felt it pressing up against my thigh. The meeting went on with me paying only half-attention. Most of the time I was inventing sex scenes in my mind involving me, Kerstin, and Emelie. At one point, I had Kerstin in garters and black thong ass-fucking Emelie with the handle of a leather whip.

3. Emelie

There was something about him that was both creepy and enticing. He didn't seem to be paying attention to the meeting and I had this odd sense that he was thinking about me. What was going through his mind? I couldn't decide if I was repulsed or flattered.

I watched Kerstin standing at the front of the room talking about each slide on the powerpoint then giving me a queue to flip to the next slide. Comments flowed forth from the group and I admired her ability to command an audience. She had a sense of presence and confidence that I hoped some day to have myself. She had been talking for almost an hour and we were down to the last slide.

"So, thank you all for your time," Kerstin said to everyone as the slide presentation came to an end. "What are your questions?"

Silence settled over the room while everyone just kind of looked around at each other. There were either no questions or everyone was too intimidated to speak up.

"Well then," Kerstin continued looking at me, "Emelie will send out the minutes to everyone, thank you for coming."

Yes, that is me, Kerstin's little secretary.

I looked back at Kerstin and faked a smile.

There was the sound of laptops closing and chairs being pushed back from the table. People were heading for the door but I noticed Erik was lingering.

"So, did you get all that?" he asked. I could sense his sarcasm, but could tell he was on my side.

I looked at him and smiled. "Yes, I think so."

When he stood up to leave I looked down at the waistline of his jeans and noticed his athletic hips. His thighs were full and muscular and I couldn't help but notice the bulge between his legs.

I felt a flush of warmth in my face and slight tingle between my legs. My God, I have never even had sex before, and I was reacting like this.

We packed up our things and walked toward the door at the same time. As we passed Kerstin was looking at me strangely. I felt as if I should say something to her, but I was frozen by her expression. Just as we were leaving, she called out, "Oh Emelie." I turned towards her. "Thanks for today," she continued as she watched me and Erik exit through the door.

"You're welcome," I replied and left the room under her weird gaze.

4. Erik

I knew that German bitch on wheels could sense I wanted to get into Emelie's pants. Stuff like that doesn't get past people like that. Having a sense of people's dark intentions is what enables them to climb up the ladder, mostly because it takes one to know one. What would happen if I put my dirty cock into her pure little Emelie? Was she afraid I'd break the spell and she'd lose some control over her? Who knows, but it made me want to fuck Emelie even more.

"So, sounds like we might be seeing more of each other on this project?" I asked Emelie. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah, sounds like it. As long as Kerstin keeps me around."

"There are some things maybe you can help me with," I continued.

"Sure, what do you need?"

I want to bend you over and fuck the shit out of you.

"There were some tasks Kerstin highlighted that she asked us to align with you on, but I am not sure if they are relevant to my area. Can we get together and go through them to understand them more?" I asked.

Her hair was blonde but her eyebrows were a darker shade, like a light brown, which was probably the color of her pussy. I bet she didn't shave.

"Sure, just check my calender in Lotus Notes and book me into a meeting," she offered.

"Great, I'll do that,"

5. Emelie

He sent me a meeting invitation for Friday at 10:00, which I accepted. If he had any alterior motives, it didn't show. During the meeting, he was purely business.

6. Erik

I was aroused by just being in the same room as her. Her little mouth and little slope of a nose made her look so innocent and cute, I couldn't resist the idea that underneath her innocent mask lay a dirty nymphomaniac.

7. Emelie

One thing led to another.

After our first meeting he would send me instant messages, business-like at first, then he'd start adding little jokes at the end like, ..."sure anything for you :)" and stuff like that. I liked it. He made me feel special.

Eventually we started to go out for lunch. Then one day while eating pizza at a little restaurant downtown, about 15 minutes from the office, her asked me if I wanted to go out for beers one night. I knew he was married, but I didn't care. Perhaps since he never talked about his wife allowed me to overlook that fact.

It was a Thursday night and we stopped at a little pub in the center of the city. Not many people were inside, it was off-the-beaten-path kind of place and I felt safe that no one from the office would venture in. After a couple rounds we ordered some burgers. The food came after about ten minutes and we ate at the bar. When we were done he ordered another round. I was tipsy at that point and wished Kerstin would walk in and see us. What would she think of her sweet little go-fer now?

I leaned over and kissed him.

8. Erik

It came out of nowhere. That gorgeous little mouth of hers pressed into mine. I accepted her tongue and we locked into a passionate kiss right there at the bar.

We couldn't stay here very much longer. What if someone we knew walked in?

"Emelie, listen," I said pulling back. "I'm staying here in town tonight so I don't have to drink and drive. Come back with me to my hotel."

We took the tram two blocks down from the bar and after a five minute ride we exited the car and walked swiftly to my hotel.

Once we were in my room, she practically dove on top of me before we even had our coats off. She kept kissing me hard all over my face, neck and mouth, which I would have otherwise enjoyed if it wasn't for the sheer childness of it.

"Let's at least take off our coats," I managed to say through her kisses.

She paused momentarily to shake off her coat and it landed on the floor. I took off mine and threw it on a chair. We both kicked off our shoes and moved over to the bed.

I started to undress her and she grabbed at my shirt pulling it off. I stripped her down to her black bra and black panties that stretched across her bony pelvis. When I unhooked her bra she started to grab at me kneading the skin of my chest and back. The sound of her heavy breathing filled the room. I don't think she was ever with a man before.

"Ow!" I cried out, "that hurts, not so hard."

She said nothing and tried to soften her grip. It worked for a while, but she resumed her aggressive grabbing after a few minutes. I got her to stop for a moment by holding down her hands, then slid down her panties revealing her carmel-colored bush. I inserted a finger into her moistened slit and felt its tightness. Instead of resuming her grabbing, she fell forward into me and let out a long sigh. I reached my hand around her and inserted my finger back into her from behind. I heard her moan.

Leading her to bed I placed her down on her back and opened her legs. I took in the smell of her virginal musk then ran my tongue up and down her swollen labia.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"Wonderful," she answered. "This is my first time. It feels so good, please keep going."

I dipped my head between her legs and resumed licking her sour slit.

"Oh God, keep going!! She cried out. "Don't stop! Oh my God, I never knew this felt so good!"

Her cunt had a strong pungent smell, much stronger than one would assume from a petite blonde virgin.

9. Emelie

His tongue felt so good. I never dreamed of a sensation like this. I felt like I was floating in the air above the bed then descending into a warm bath surrounded by.

Every now and then I felt his tongue slip down into my butt and must admit it felt really good. I hoped I was clean enough down there, but the way he seemed to like eating me, I don't think it really mattered.

He told me to get on my hands and knees and helped move me into that position with my ass sticking up into the air. He was still wearing his jeans and I wondered what was to happen next when he took them off. I wanted to see him. Every bit of him.

Then I felt his fingers go inside me and he started to work them in and out. I had given myself orgasms before with my own hand, but this was different. He was gentle and seemed to know just what to do.

"Sit up," I heard him say.

When I spun around and sat on the edge of the bed he was undoing his jeans. He pulled them down and stepped out of them. I saw a massive bulge in the front of his underwear and he stood there as if he was showing it off to me.

"Is this your first time?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

"That's okay. Go ahead and put your hand and on it,"

I reached out and ran my hand up and down his bulge. I had the feeling I was touching something wild and vicious. I was breathing heavy.

"Take it out," he said.

Slipping my fingers inside the waistband of his underwear, I pulled the elastic down and out releasing his long swollen prick. I couldn't believe how huge it was. Was that thing supposed to fit inside me?

"Take my underwear all the way down," he instructed me.

When I did so, I saw the dark sack of balls dangling underneath his massive shaft. By instinct I took his member into my hand and started to caress it. It was heavy and thick. I ran my hand up and down its length feeling it ridges and bumps. The round tip felt like velvet. I had never seen anything that was both ugly and appealing at the same time. He started to moan.

As I stroked him, his cock got harder and started to curve upwards. I was intrigued by this exotic creature that seemed to have a mind of its own. He played with my hair.

"Do you want to put it in your mouth?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

I held his thick flesh up to my mouth and fit my lips over the tip. I put a couple centimeters of him inside my mouth and tasted salt. I withdrew it immediately not sure about what I was supposed to do.

"Try licking it first," he told me.

I stuck my tongue out and licked the underside of his shaft with long slow licks while holding it by the tip.

"That's it, get it nice and wet."

I adjusted my hand so I gripped it at the base down by his pubic hairs then started licking the topside where the skin felt rougher and drier. I went back to licking the soft underside which I preferred much better. His balls danced in front of me and I smelled his manly musk. I took each one of his balls into my hands and was surprised at how delicate they were. I gave each one a lick before resuming my work on his shaft.

"Now put the whole thing in your mouth," he instructed.

I took his cock and put its length into my mouth. I pushed my tongue forward so it compressed in the front of my mouth protecting him from my teeth and tried to suck. I assumed sucking is what I was supposed to do.

"That's it, that's my girl," he moaned. I must have been doing it right.

As my lips stretched around his thickness I moved my head back and forth. Every now and then I would pull back and take a couple breaths before continuing. My lips felt cracked and dry so I tried to moisten them with my tongue with every second stroke.

"Oh God, Emelie. You feel so good," he said in a soft airy voice.

I continued to suck, but wondered how long I was to do this. I heard him breathe heavier.

"That's it, baby, harder."

I tried to suck him harder. He was moaning louder and faster. The tip was now hard like a piece of cauliflower.

"Oh God, Oh shit!" He grabbed my head with both hands and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I felt like gagging.

Then I heard him skriek and a hot torrent of liquid filled the back of my throat. He let out another shriek as he shot more fluid into my mouth. Despite the grip he had on my head, I pulled back just as another jet erupted and landed on my lips and nose. He took a short breath then grabbed his dick and pumped it forcing another smaller spurt onto my cheek. I thought he was finished, but then he stuffed is cock back into my mouth for one final spasm of the thick fluid.

There was nothing sensual nor pleasurable about what he had just done.

I sat there, not knowing what to think, except that he had just humiliated me.

10. Erik

Finally, she got up off the bed then looked around the room.

"Emelie," I pleaded with her. She did not respond. When she found her cell phone she darted into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the splash of water in the sink and gave her the dignity of trying not to notice the sounds of her spitting.

Oh shit, what did I do to her?

"Emelie, are you okay?" I asked through the door after about a half hour. .

"Don't talk to me," she replied.

I went back to the bed and switched on the TV.

There was a knock at the door.

Holy shit, who could that be? I'll be damned if she called the police.

I got up off the bed and looked through the peephole.

It was Kerstin.

What the fuck? She called Kerstin.

I opened the door.

"Erik," she purred as she slid past me into the room. "Naughty, naughty Eirk." She ran a finger down my bare chest. I had put on my underwear and jeans after Emelie disappeared into the bathroom.

Kerstin was wearing black tights and a maroon athletic top that accentuated her curves. Athietic gear, but I could tell she hadn't been working out.

"Where is she?"

I pointed to the bathroom.

Kerstin rapped on the bathroom door with the knuckles of her first two fingers with a precision I attributed to her Germanness.

"Emelie, time to come out," she commanded into the flat wooden door.

11. Emelie

When I heard Kertin's voice, I immediately felt better. I opened the door and saw her standing there, smiling.

"Emelie, come here," she beckoned.

I slipped into her open arms. "My dear, sweet Emelie," she said petting my hair. "Let me look at you." She held my face tenderly and I stared into the reassurance of her eyes.

"Poor sweet girl. What did he do to you? A married man 20 years older than you taking advantage of you, how pathetic." She looked over at Erik who stood there looking like a silly, guilty child.

"Go sit on the bed, Emelie," she said to me. I went over and sat down on the edge, the same spot I was in about an hour before. Kerstin came over and stood in front of me. I looked up at her and was suddenly terrified.