Chapter 17: The Next Week

Emily walked back into the clothing store, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing. She had been avoiding this place for days, ashamed of herself for what had happened. She had been in such a hurry to get a new dress for herself that she had stormed into the store, asking to be helped. Amid her impatience, she had accidentally exposed herself to the store manager and his young son and been fucked by them the memory of their shocked expressions still haunted her dreams.

Now, she clutched the long coat she had been wearing that day, feeling its familiar weight around her. She mustered up the courage to approach the counter, where the store manager and his son were once again busily assisting customers. Emily cleared her throat, hoping they wouldn’t recognize her. The store manager looked up, his eyes meeting hers for a moment before he turned back to his son.

She followed them to the back of the store, her heart pounding in her chest. When they were out of earshot of the customers, Emily finally spoke. “I’m so sorry for what happened the other day. I was in such a rush, and I shouldn’t have acted that way. I just wanted to apologize and let you both know how ashamed I am.” Her words tumbled out, unbidden and raw.

The store manager looked at her with a mixture of surprise and understanding. “Thank you for coming back, Emily,” he said gently. “It’s important that you take responsibility for your actions. We appreciate your apology.” He paused, then gestured toward a chair. “Why don’t you have a seat? We can talk about this further.”

Emily sat down, her heart still racing. She glanced over at the young son, who was busy restocking the hangers, He caught her eye for a moment and gave her a small, sympathetic smile. It was strange how the whole situation had seemed so much more intense when she was in the middle of it, but now, talking to them face to face, she felt a strange sense of calm wash over her.

“I just want you to know that what happened wasn’t your fault,” the store manager said, his voice gentle. “You were under a lot of stress, and we shouldn’t have taken advantage of that. My son and I have talked about it, and we’ve agreed that we should have handled it better.” He paused, meeting her eyes directly. “We forgive you, Emily.”

Emily felt a lump form in her throat as she listened to his words. She wanted nothing more than to believe him, to feel like she could move past this horrible incident and start fresh. But deep down, she still felt guilty and ashamed.

The store manager continued, “As for what happens next, I think we should help you find some closure. Why don’t you get nude behind those boxes and slip under the counter? Give me a blowjob and we can both move on from this.”

Emily was stunned in silence. She couldn’t believe what he was asking her to do. Her heart raced as she looked around the store, wondering if anyone would notice. But the manager’s words echoed in her head, and she knew that she couldn’t refuse. Slowly, she undressed, revealing her naked body to the two men. As she bent down behind the boxes stripped nude then slid under the counter, she could feel the cool concrete against her skin.

The store manager took a step closer, his erection pressing against her face. She hesitantly reached up and wrapped her lips around him, sucking gently at first, then harder as she felt him grow more insistent in her mouth. His son, standing nearby, watched with a mixture of fascination and arousal. He couldn’t help but notice the way his father’s hips moved forward as Emily worked on him, and how her own body glistened with sweat beneath the fluorescent lights.

As she continued to pleasure the store manager, Emily became more confident, more in control. She knew exactly how to make him moan, how to make him lose himself in the sensation. She could feel the tension in the room begin to ease, replaced by a sense of intimacy.

The store manager’s son, watching from the corner of his eye, couldn’t help but feel a wave of arousal wash over him. He’d never seen anything like this before, and the sight of Emily, naked and wet, her lips wrapped around his father’s cock, was almost too much to bear. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind kept drifting back to the scene unfolding before him.

As Emily’s expert mouth worked its magic, the store manager moaned loudly, his hips thrusting forward in rhythm with her movements. The sound of flesh slapping against skin and the wet, sucking noises Emily made filled the air, creating an erotic symphony that seemed to echo through every part of the store.

The store manager’s son couldn’t help but feel his own arousal grow as he watched. His gaze drifted down to Emily’s bare breasts, swaying gently as she moved her head up and down, and then lower to her wet, glistening sex. He could feel the heat rising on his own cheeks as he imagined what it would be like to taste her, to feel her body against his own.

As the sounds of their father’s pleasure filled the air, Emily reached out and gently took hold of the younger man’s hand, guiding it down to where she was wet and eager. His fingers pressed against her, and she arched her back, moaning into his father’s cock. The sensation was exquisite, and she knew she couldn’t resist much longer. With a quick glance at her father, she leaned forward, pressing her lips against the younger man’s, tangling her tongue with his.

The store manager watched as his son responded to Emily’s advances, his own pleasure heightened by the intimate scene unfolding before him. He continued to thrust into Emily’s mouth, his hips moving in rhythm with the passionate exchange of kisses between the two of them. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride and lust as he watched his son take control, his cock thick and hard in Emily’s hand.

As their kiss deepened, Emily felt a wave of release wash over her. She moaned loudly into her son’s mouth, her body tensing as her orgasm rippled through her. Her fingers tightened around his cock, stroking him in time with her own spasms. The younger man felt her body shudder beneath his touch, and it sent a thrill of desire coursing through him. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a groan, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her. Emily cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she was taken by surprise. The store manager watched, his eyes wide with surprise and lust, as his son claimed Emily for the first time. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mingling with their heavy breathing and Emily’s soft moans.

The younger man began to move, his hips thrusting forward in a steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Emily’s body. She wrapped her legs around him, arching her back and meeting each of his thrusts with a grind of her own. Their sweaty skin stuck together, their hearts raced, and the heat in the air seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

As he continued to lose himself in the sensation, the store manager’s son looked over at his father, watching him watch them. There was a mixture of pride and desire in the older man’s eyes, and it only served to fuel the younger man’s passion. He reached out, gripping Emily’s hips more firmly as he drove deeper inside her.

Emily moaned loudly, her body tensing with each powerful thrust. She could feel the heat of their bodies pressing against each other, and the wetness between her legs seemed to intensify with each passing moment. Her hands moved up to caress her son’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him on.

The store manager watched, transfixed, as his son took control of the situation. It was clear that he was enjoying himself, and Emily couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride and love for them, she continued matching his son’s rhythm with her own. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the air, creating a cacophony of pleasure that seemed to echo through every corner of the store.

As their bodies became more and more entwined, the younger man reached down, gently squeezing Emily’s breast. She arched her back, moaning into his shoulder, her nipple hardening beneath his touch. The sensation sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her, making her even wetter.

Their lovemaking was fierce and unrestrained, fueled by the heat of the moment and the forbidden thrill of being caught. The younger man’s thrusts grew harder and deeper, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Emily felt herself drawing closer to another orgasm, the sensations building inside her with each passing second.

Finally, with a hoarse cry, she came, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her son’s name spilled from her lips, a mixture of ecstasy and release. He responded by thrusting deep inside her one last time, his hips snapping forward as he emptied himself into her.

As their passion subsided, they collapsed onto the floor, their bodies entwined in a heap. Emily let out a long, shuddering breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up at her son, his eyes closed, his face flushed with pleasure and exhaustion.

The store manager stood nearby, his hands shaking as he tried to compose himself. He could still feel the heat of their lovemaking emanating from the floor where they lay. His eyes darted nervously around the store, half-expecting someone to walk in at any moment and catch them in this compromising position.

“Are you ok” he asked, her voice soft and soothing. “I’m fine,” she whispered. “I just ... I couldn’t help it.”

Mr. Jenkins laughed he stood at least six foot four, with broad shoulders that seemed to fill the entire entranceway. His jet-black hair was slicked back, revealing a strong, angular jawline. His piercing green eyes followed her every movement, making her feel both intimidated and oddly aroused. She couldn’t help but notice the way his suit hugged his muscular frame, the dark red tie emphasizing his powerful physique. It was then that she realized the button of his dress shirt was undone, revealing a hint of his muscular chest. Her heart began to race as she wondered what it would feel like to touch him again.

Without another word, he led her to a back room that Emily had never been in before. It was dimly lit, with a large, comfortable-looking couch in the center. The walls were adorned with framed certificates and photos of the store’s successes. The air felt different here, heavy with a mixture of desire and anticipation.

Mr. Jenkins turned to face her, his breathing shallow and laboring. Emily could see the b bulge in his slacks, proof of his arousal. she shivered as his fingers brushed against her bare skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, taking her hand in his. He led her over to the couch, sitting down beside her and pulling her onto his lap. His hardness pressed against her, making her gasp. He cupped her face in his hands, their skin warm and smooth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this again” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her.

Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss. Emily could feel the heat emanating from his body as his hands explored her curves, caressing her hips and waist. He tasted of mint and desire, and she couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the muscles beneath his skin tense and flex as he responded to her touch.

As they kissed, he lowered her onto the couch, his body pressing hers into the soft material. His hands roamed lower, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She arched her back, grinding against him, wanting more. He reached down, unfastening his pants with practiced ease, freeing his hard length. She gasped as he guided it to her wet center, feeling the hot, thick head of his erection brush against her. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, groaning at the tight, wet heat that surrounded him. Emily cried out, arching her back even further as he began to move, slowly at first, his hips thrusting in a rhythmic motion that drove them both wild. The air in the room seemed to thicken with their combined desire, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

With a final, deep thrust, he came, his body tense and shuddering as he emptied himself inside her. Emily felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, her muscles tensing as her own orgasm crashed through her. As their breathing began to steady, she could feel the weight of his body pressing down on her, the warmth of his skin seeping into hers. They lay there together, entangled and spent, the air still heavy with the heady mix of lust and satisfaction.

After a few moments, Mr. Jenkins pulled out of her, his erection finally beginning to soften. He leaned back against the couch, watching her as she lay there, flushing and glistening with sweat. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, his voice still raspy with desire. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Emily smiled up at him, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal course through her veins. “No, I don’t mind,” she whispered. “I wanted it too.”

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear. “You taste so good,” he murmured, before moving lower to kiss her neck. His hand slipped between their bodies, rubbing circles against her clit, making her shiver with pleasure. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his hips beginning to move again.

Emily arched her back, pressing herself against his hand, her body responding to his touch. She reached down, gripping his hard length, stroking him slowly as he thrust deeper inside her. The air in the room seemed to hum with their shared desire, the heat between them growing more intense with each passing moment.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, her hips moving in time with his thrusts. “I’ve missed this.”

He grinned down at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Oh, I think you’ve found someone else to keep you satisfied.”

Her breath hitched as he thrust harder, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of her. She arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation of being filled by him was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her head thrown back. “I can’t ... I can’t believe how good this feels.”

Mr. Jenkins chuckled; his breath hot against her neck. “Believe me, I know just how good it feels.” He slid his hand down between their bodies, teasing her clit with his fingers. “You feel so tight, so warm...” His words trailed off as he thrust deeper, harder, his hips meeting her rhythm.

Emily arched her back, crying out in pleasure as the sensations washed over her. She reached down, grasping his thick length, stroking him in time with his movements. The air in the room seemed to vibrate with their shared desire, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Mr. Jenkins’s thrusts grew harder, faster, his body moving in perfect sync with hers. His lips found hers, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers as he drove deeper inside her. Emily could feel the head of his cock brushing against something deep and primal within her, and with a final, desperate moan, she came, her body tensing and shuddering in his arms.

He followed her over the edge, his hips bucking wildly as he emptied himself inside her. Their combined cries filled the room, mingling with the sounds of their bodies coming together in a frenzy of desire. As their passion subsided, he collapsed on top of her, their sweat-slicked skin pressing together.

She smiled up at him, her chest rising and falling with each breath. “That was ... intense,” she said, her voice still shaky with pleasure. “I didn’t think anything could ever feel that good.”

Mr. Jenkins chuckled, his weight shifting as he propped himself up on one elbow to look down at her. “Oh, you’ve got a lot to learn, Emily,” he said, running a finger down her cheek. “Trust me, there’s a whole world of pleasure out there waiting for you.”

She smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to keep exploring, won’t I?”

He grinned back, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, I’m sure you will. And who knows? Maybe one day you’ll find someone who can match me.”

Emily rolled her eyes playfully, even as her heart skipped a beat at the thought. “Oh, please,” she said, laughing. “No one could ever replace you.”

He leaned down to kiss her again, his lips soft and warm against hers. “I like the sound of that,” he murmured, before pulling back to look at her. “But you know, there’s no need to be exclusive.”

Emily felt her cheeks flush at the implied invitation. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice a little shaky.

Mr. Jenkins smiled down at her, his eyes filled with mischief. “Well, you know ... I think it’s only fair that you explore all your options. After all, I’ve had my fun with you, and I wouldn’t want to be selfish. Why don’t you go out there and find someone else to ... help you feel this way?”

Emily’s heart skipped a beat at his words, a mixture of excitement and trepidation coursing through her. She knew she shouldn’t feel jealous at the thought of him with someone else, but she couldn’t help it. “You’re sure?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Jenkins nodded, a playful glint in his eye. “Absolutely. I trust you, Emily. And I know you’ll make the right choices.” He brushed a stray hair from her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine. “But,” he added with a wink, “I’d like to be invited to the party, if you know what I mean.”

Emily bit her lip, feeling a mixture of desire and uncertainty. She couldn’t deny that the thought of having him with her again, or with someone else, sent a thrill through her. “Okay,” she whispered. “But ... only if you promise to be careful.”

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “I promise,” he said, his eyes meeting hers. “And I’ll be here for you, whenever you need me. Now, why don’t you go out there and show the world what you’ve been missing?”

Emily nodded, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She knew she was about to embark on a journey of self-discovery and exploration, with Mr. Jenkins’s encouragement and support. As she dressed, he watched her, a small smile playing on his lips. She wondered what he was thinking, if he was already imagining her with someone else.

When she was finally ready, she turned to face him, feeling a blush creep up her neck. “So ... where should I start?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, reaching out to run his fingers through her hair. “That’s up to you, Emily. You know what you like, and you know what feels good. Just go out there and find someone who can give you what you need.”

She nodded, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear. “Okay,” she whispered, standing up and taking a step back. “I’ll ... I’ll see you later, then.”

He smiled, reaching out to brush a finger against her cheek. “Take your time, Emily. And remember, I’m always here for you.” His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her heart skip a beat. With one final look into his eyes, she turned and walked out of the room, her heart pounding in her chest.

She stepped out into the hallway, the bright lights and hustle and bustle of the store a stark contrast to the intimate moment she’d just shared with Mr. Jenkins. She felt a mix of emotions coursing through her - excitement at the thought of exploring new possibilities, fear of the unknown, and a lingering sense of attachment to Mr. Jenkins himself.

As she walked, she tried to clear her head, focusing on the task at hand. She scanned the crowd, taking in the faces of her co-workers and customers alike. There were a few people she knew were attracted to her, but none of them quite sparked the same fire in her heart as Mr. Jenkins had. Perhaps that was the point, she thought to herself. Perhaps she was meant to find someone different, someone who could complement her experience with Mr. Jenkins in a new and exciting way.

She wandered aimlessly for a while, unsure of where to begin. Finally, she spotted a group of customers gathered around the perfume counter. There was a woman there, talking animatedly with a sales associate. Emily couldn’t help but notice the way she smiled, the way she moved. There was something about her that made her heart race. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should approach her, but then she reminded herself of Mr. Jenkins’s words: she needed to find someone who could give her what she needed.

Mrs. Brandon had seen Emily leave the store Managers office with a well fucked look on her face and now she wants to fuck Emily but not in the store she wants to take Emily home with her you see Mrs. Brandon has a surprise for Emily as Mrs. Brandon is a black, she male with a huge fat 14-inch cock.

Brandon leans over and whispers in Emily’s ear, “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I think you would look stunning in a red dress, Emily blushes and thanks Mrs. Brandon for the compliment. Mrs. Brandon smiles and says, “Oh, and if you’re ever interested in trying it on, my place is just down the street.” Emily’s heart skips a beat, and she hesitates for a moment before finally saying, “Well, I’m actually done here early today.

Mrs. Brandon grins and nods, “Perfect. Why don’t we go over to my place, and I’ll show you how it looks?” Emily feels a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as they leave the store together, their hands entwined. As they walk, Mrs. Brandon tells Emily stories about herself, making her laugh and feel more at ease.

When they arrive at Mrs. Brandon’s house, she leads Emily into her bedroom, which is decorated with a warm, feminine touch. There’s a large mirror on the wall, and a massive four-poster bed with plush pillows and soft blankets. Emily can’t help but feel her heart race as she takes in the intimate surroundings.

Mrs. Brandon gestures for Emily to sit down on the bed, and then goes over to her closet. She pulls out the red dress Emily had been admiring earlier, along with a few other items of lingerie and accessories. She lays everything out on the bed in front of Emily, who can’t believe her eyes.

“I thought you’d like to try this on,” Mrs. Brandon says softly, her voice low and sultry. “And then we can take some pictures, maybe even put on a little show for each other.” Emily feels a heat rising in her cheeks as she nods eagerly. She stands up, beginning to undress, acutely aware of Mrs. Brandon’s gaze on her body.

When Emily steps out of her clothes, she feels an intense wave of vulnerability washing over her. Mrs. Brandon takes a step closer, her hands running up and down Emily’s arms, making her skin tingle. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” she whispers, kissing Emily’s neck. She helps Emily into the red dress, zipping it up and fastening the clasps at the back. The fabric hugs Emily’s curves, accentuating her assets and making her feel incredibly feminine

As they admire Emily in the mirror, Mrs. Brandon reaches around and cups her breast, teasing Emily’s hardening nipple. Emily moans softly, arching her back into the touch. “You like that?” Mrs. Brandon asks, her voice low and seductive. Emily nods, unable to speak as she feels a powerful surge of desire course through her.

Mrs. Brandon then turns Emily around, sliding her hands down her hips and over her bottom. She hooks her fingers into the sides of Emily’s panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing her smooth, wet folds. Emily gasps as the cool air hits her most sensitive spot, and as Mrs. Brandon pushes her back against the bed, she feels her lips part in anticipation.

Mrs. Brandon leans in close, her breath warm against Emily’s ear as she whispers, “You’re going to feel so good.” She lubes her fingers and slowly, teasingly pushes one inside, circling her G-spot as Emily arches her back in pleasure. Another finger joins the first, stretching her tightness, and Emily cries out, her hips bucking against Mrs. Brandon’s hand. She feels Mrs. Brandon’s lips brush against her folds, and then the warmth of her breath as she sucks gently on Emily’s clit. Emily’s entire body tenses, her eyes roll back in her head, and a wave of unbearable pleasure washes over her. She feels Mrs. Brandon’s tongue circle her clit, licking her roughly, and then the strong, talented fingers are back inside, thrusting deep, finding just the right rhythm to send her over the edge.

Her orgasm crashes through her in a powerful wave, making her cry out and arch her back off the bed. Mrs. Brandon doesn’t let up, continuing to pleasure her until she’s sure Emily has had her fill. Finally, she pulls away, licking her lips and looking up at Emily with a satisfied smile.

“Wow,” Emily breathes, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. “That was ... amazing.” She looks down at herself, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm, and then back up at Mrs. Brandon. There’s a newfound sense of confidence and desire welling up inside her.

Mrs. Brandon smiles, taking Emily’s hand and leading her over to the bed. She lies down, pulling Emily onto her chest so that their bodies are pressed together. Emily feels the hardness of Mrs. Brandon’s arousal against her own, and she begins to stroke her huge cock gently, marveling at its size and strength.

As they lie there, their breathing slowing, Mrs. Brandon leans in and kisses Emily softly on the lips. “That was incredible,” she whispers. “You’re so responsive, so eager.” She runs her tongue along Emily’s bottom lip, teasing her before pulling away. “I want to see more of that. I want to make you feel amazing every single time.”

Emily feels a thrill run through her at Mrs. Brandon’s words. She knows she wants this, wants to be with her. She starts to stroke Mrs. Brandon’s cock faster, feeling the heat and power of it in her hand. “I want to make you happy,” she whispers, her voice shaky with desire. “I want to please you.”

Mrs. Brandon groans, arching her back into Emily’s touch. “That’s it, baby,” she whispers, her hips beginning to move of their own accord. “Just like that.” She guides Emily’s hand, showing her how she likes it, how hard and fast she wants it. Emily watches as Mrs. Brandon’s features twist in pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Their bodies move together, their skin slippery with sweat. Mrs. Brandon’s hands roam over Emily’s back, her buttocks, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Emily feels a wave of desire crash over her as she looks into Mrs. Brandon’s eyes, seeing the love and lust reflected there.

“You’re so beautiful,” Mrs. Brandon whispers, her voice thick with emotion. “I never thought I’d find someone like you.” She thrusts her hips forward, her cock sliding deep inside Emily, making her gasp. Emily feels the heat and power of Mrs. Brandon’s body as she moves against her, their rhythm becoming more urgent, more primal.

Mrs. Brandon’s hands move to Emily’s hips, guiding her as she takes her, claiming her body as her own. “I want to feel you around me,” she groans, arching her back off the bed. “I want to feel your hot, wet pussy on my cock.” She pulls Emily’s hips closer, forcing her own length deeper inside. Emily cries out, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full.

Their lovemaking becomes a frenzied dance of passion and desire, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Mrs. Brandon’s breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears her climax, her grip on Emily’s hips tightening. “I’m close,” she whispers, her voice shaky with need. “Don’t stop.”

Emily feels her own orgasm building within her, the tightening in her core, the tingling in her fingertips. She increases the pace of her strokes, her movements becoming more urgent as she tries to bring them both over the edge. Mrs. Brandon’s cries of pleasure fill the room, echoing off the walls and filling Emily’s heart with joy.

With a final thrust, Mrs. Brandon comes, her body tensing and shuddering beneath Emily’s hands. Emily feels the warmth of her release as it coats her fingers, and with a gasp, she follows suit, arching her back and crying out in ecstasy. Their bodies are flushed and sticky with sweat, their hearts racing from the intensity of their lovemaking.

As they catch their breath, Mrs. Brandon rolls onto her side, pulling Emily close and wrapping her arm around her. “That was incredible,” she whispers, her breath hot against Emily’s ear. “You’re amazing.” She nuzzles Emily’s neck, kissing and nipping at her skin. Emily feels a shiver of pleasure run down her spine at the sensation.

Mrs. Brandon’s daughter, Ava, watches the scene unfold before her with a mixture of shock and arousal. She’s never seen her mother like this, so open and loving she can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. But as she watches Emily move beneath their mother’s skilled hands, Ava realizes that maybe this isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe she could find some happiness in seeing her mother happy like this.

Emily looks up at Ava, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming in ragged gasps. There’s a sparkle in her eye that Ava hasn’t seen there before, a newfound confidence and desire that she finds irresistible. Ava crosses the room, her long legs carrying her quickly, and climbs onto the bed beside them. She reaches out, tracing a finger along Emily’s jawline before pulling her close for a soft kiss.