Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll novel Chapter 51

I felt her gasp into our kiss when I swiftly slid her shirt above her head, leaving me with her two luscious breasts sitting in her drenched black bra. She let out a moan while I kissed along her jaw line and down her neck. Her small hands clutched onto my button up dress shirt and her body naturally leaned into my touch. I felt her breasts push up onto my chest and she let out a small whimper of frustration.

"Tell me what you want me to do with you," I whispered on her neck.

Her body shivered and she moaned but didn't say a word. I began tracing my tongue around her bra and almost stopped when I felt her small hand grab mine.

"Please," she whimpered, submitting to the pleasure I was giving her.

"Please what?" I asked with my voice down a few octaves.

"Please Mike," she moaned.

I breathed on her neck, and said "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Please, Mike. I want you to please me," she took my hand that she was still holding and put around her back and on her bra strap, "I'm so close..."

That was enough for me. I swooped down and latched my mouth onto her pebbled breasts. Her moans were music to my ears. I fingered the material on the back of her skirt until I found her zipper and unzipped her. With my lips sucking her breast, I lifted her hips up and with her assistance, she slipped the skirt hastily off and onto the ground. She grabbed my free hand that was busy twisting her other nipple in my fingers and placed it over her wet panties.

*Next Week*

strolled down the hallway of the company, my black costly shoe clicking quietly on the tiled floor as the tails of my trench coat rustled behind me with each step and taking. I had the earpiece of my glasses between my teeth as I started to remove my sunglasses from my face. In one hand I held the largest cup of coffee that the gas station on my way to work sold, I think it was 20 ounces, but I would have liked it if the cup were at least twice that size. I was dressed the way that I usually dressed for work, a pair of Dockers, a button down dress shirt and a pair of loafers. Today the Dockers were black and the shirt was white. I absently let my sunglasses slip into my breast pocket finally freeing the other glasses from my mouth so that I could drink some of the coffee that my body was begging for. The coffee had already begun to cool from its exposure to the cold winter morning outside.

My office was situated in a corner of the building that sometimes gave me the feeling of being in a closet. Personally, I thought it was funny and actually preferred being lost in the labyrinth of corridors as I was. It was a rather small office that had an equal small waiting room of sorts in front of the door. Actually the waiting room was just a wide section of the hallway where a chair had been placed against one wall and a small desk for a secretary against the other. The whole area had originally had an antiseptic hospital appearance to it, which I had tried to rectify. In actually I ended up created what seemed like a teenagers room with cheap carpet and a couple of ratty posters.

However, my previous secretary had taken it upon herself to help me do a better job. As a result, there was a nice patch of dark blue carpet that covered the waiting area and the walls had been painted in a soothing cream color with two tastefully framed prints from some famous artist that I had never heard of before. Unfortunately for me, the secretary had retired about a week ago leaving me once again on my own.