Emily's Burning Desire
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 28
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 28 - In the sultry shadows of desire, innocent Emily lusts after her roommate's hunky boyfriend, igniting a wildfire of forbidden passion. One drunken night unleashes a torrent of ecstasy as she's ravished by his massive cock, but it's only the beginning.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Slut Wife MaleDom Rough Spanking PonyGirl Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Tyler barely wanted to waste words on Zoe. In a sharp, icy tone, he said, “You’ve done well. Any complaints about the assignment I gave you last time? The pay and benefits have all seen a nice bump.”
His words sounded polite enough, but the threat lurking beneath them hit like a sledgehammer. Tyler was a man used to calling the shots, and even over the phone, Zoe could feel the weight of his intimidating presence pressing down on her.
She stammered for a moment. Going out of town? On the surface, it was airtight, no real grounds for protest. In the end, she could only mumble a vague agreement.
Tyler let out a cold chuckle and cut straight to the chase with his dismissal.
“They like you over there too. Your work’s top-notch, so let’s make it permanent. I won’t go back on the perks I promised.”
With that, he hung up.
Zoe hadn’t even processed it yet, and her fate was sealed. Out of town wasn’t exactly a dream posting, especially with how clannish the folks were there.
Her scheme had backfired spectacularly, leaving her worse off than before. She had no choice but to swallow the bitter pill and rack her brain for a way to reach Emily.
What she didn’t know was that Tyler had already tampered with Emily’s contacts. Zoe, that loose end, had been blacklisted ages ago, cut off from the light of day.
Tyler had just swatted away a minor nuisance. The frustration from a day buried in paperwork eased off, and the furrow in his brow finally smoothed out.
“Let’s go grab some lunch.”
He’d wandered over to Emily’s side at some point, his large hand settling warmly on her shoulder as he invited her to join him.
Emily’s heart was pounding with thoughts of Chris when Tyler’s sudden closeness made her flinch, guilt flooding through her.
“What do you feel like eating?”
He seemed oblivious to her unease, playing the gentleman with genuine care.
She steadied herself. After days of constant proximity, she’d gotten a read on his moods and wasn’t quite as terrified of him anymore.
“Anything’s fine. That place you took me to yesterday was amazing.”
She took his big hand in her soft one, leaning into him with a pliant body, transforming in an instant into a sweet, needy little housecat, all affection and subtle seduction.
A few days of this charged routine passed, and under Tyler’s watchful eye, Emily had ignored countless calls from Chris.
She never imagined he’d be so persistent, not just ringing her endlessly but actually staking out the company entrance for her.
If she hadn’t glanced back by chance, Chris might have cornered her right there at the door, with Tyler standing beside her no less.
It was a small mercy that Tyler kept her glued to his side, always whisking her in and out by car, usually straight to the underground garage. So she’d only spotted Chris that one time.
She’d been set on forgetting him, but now the image of him waiting so devotedly tugged at her heartstrings, impossible to shake. How was she supposed to let go?
Tyler’s cock was thick and long enough to fuck her senseless, sure, but her aching soul still yearned for Chris, for the broad, warm embrace that carried the fresh, sun-kissed scent of health and vitality.
The more she couldn’t see him, the more that longing itched at her, a deep, restless ache in her heart and between her legs.
But what could she do about it?
A few days later, Tyler had to rush off abroad on urgent business. He left in a hurry, but not without drilling into her one last time: no cheating, be a good girl and wait for him.
Before heading out, he moved her to his standalone villa in the suburbs, claiming it was for a better living setup to keep her from getting bored while he was gone. In truth, he worried his high-rise apartment was too well-known, and types like Mr. Wade might come sniffing around his prized bird.
Cooped up in the villa with nothing to do, Emily got handed a stack of documents by Tyler. He wanted her to practice forging his signature in his handwriting.
A soft clatter echoed in the afternoon quiet as Emily dozed over her work, the pen slipping from her fingers and rolling across the desk until it bumped against the swell of her full breasts resting on the edge. Before she could grab it, her phone buzzed to life on the table.
It was Tyler, video calling.
She snapped alert and tapped to connect. A thick, purplish-red cock filled the screen immediately, and whose it was went without saying.
Her hand shook a little, even after days of being pounded by it. Seeing it thrust into view like that still flushed her cheeks with heat.
“Missed it yet? Hmm?”
On his end, Tyler didn’t show so much as a strand of hair, his voice flat and cool, a stark contrast to the urgent way he was stroking himself.
“...”
The house was empty, but Emily froze in embarrassment anyway. When she didn’t respond as he hoped, Tyler sounded annoyed. A bead of precum welled up on his swollen tip, impatient, smearing right toward the camera.
The slick, clear fluid smeared across the lens, as if it might burst through the screen and shove into her mouth.
“Pull the phone back. I want to see your tits.”
He commanded her outright, desperate for a fix. He’d been craving her body like mad these past couple of days away.
Reluctant as she was, Emily yielded to his dominance and did as told.
With the phone farther out, the view widened, and Tyler easily spotted the black pen lying across her chest, his intrigued gaze darkening.
“Undo your buttons. Let those tits out.”
Biting back her shame, she followed orders, popping open her blouse and unhooking her bra. The moment her heavy breasts spilled free, the plump pink nipples stood out against the pale, creamy flesh, making Tyler’s cock twitch and swell even harder in his grip.
“Pinch those slutty nipples. Spread your legs wide over the armrests and show me that little pussy. It’s always so wet, right? Bet it’s soaked through now.”
His instructions came smooth and steady, his mind already painting her lewd pose in vivid detail, his words turning filthier by the second.
She complied step by step, then caught her reflection in the window glass: legs splayed open, exposing her slit, one hand tweaking a nipple. Mortification burned through her.
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