It had been several days since Emma Holmes had been called, not once, but twice to Max Holzem’s office, once to service him and the second time to be fucked by a large black african man called Abeo, who Max knew from some other business he was involved in and given the fact that the whole episode had been filmed and factoring in that the reason Max had left the police was down to corruption and being involved in vice, Emma could practically guess what kind of other business that was. Despite all that she had enjoyed the experience and had masturbated several times since whilst thinking about how Abeo had fucked her with his big thick cock.
Emma had been regularly checking her emails since the event as Max had promised to send her a copy of the video he made but thus far she hadn’t received anything. As she logged out of her email account after checking it again her office phone rang and it was Max Holzem. Emma shuddered thinking it was almost as if he was monitoring her activity. Never the less Max was very chatty and asked Emma to come to his office at 1PM sharp, which was the usual lunch hour for most of the staff.
As Emma stood outside Max Holism’s office door, a couple of minutes before 1PM she realised she no longer felt nervous. She had pretty much sold her soul to Max and was in so deep that she didn’t dare think about the consequences if details of her recent actions were to get out. She realised she just had to obey what ever Max wanted and whilst that sickened her she took some solace that apart from having to service Max she was quite enjoying the rest or her penance.
Emma was just about to knock on the door when it opened and a smiling Max greeted Emma telling her he knew she would be standing there waiting for 1PM sharp like a good little obedient girl. Max invited Emma in and once inside he shut and locked the door behind her. Max then ushered Emma to take a seat in his office chair which was made of soft leather and reclined a lot more than her own office chair. “I have a gift for you Miss Holmes!” Max announced. Before Emma could respond he told her to click the mouse on his laptop computer and watch the large monitor screen which was in the centre of the desk.
Emma did as she was told and was immediately taken aback by what she saw. It was the opening titles of a porn movie and the opening trailer listed her as amongst the cast. “The footage was so good I thought it would make a good movie.” Max said with menace in his voice. “Please Miss Holmes get comfortable and view your very own movie.” Max said laughing. As the movie got into full flow Emma was now watching a close up of her face as she was clearly being fucked from behind. Her pussy and nipples tingled at the sight and it reminded her of the film she had been masturbating to in her office a few weeks ago and also of the day the movie had been made, with Abeo fucking her.
“Do you like it Miss Holmes?” Max asked Emma as she continued to watch.
“Uhhh! Erm! Yes I guess so!” Emma replied tentatively, wondering what Max would say next.
“Then please, get very comfortable, and show your appreciation.” Max said with a sly grin on his face.
“How do you mean?” asked Emma.
Max leant forward and took hold of one of Emma’s hands before slowly guiding it to her thigh and using it to raise the hem of her skirt until her panties were exposed. Max placed Emma’s hand on her pubic mound and said, “Oh I think you know exactly what I mean Miss Holmes.
“Christ!” Thought Emma. He now wants to watch me masturbate to my own movie. “Can this get any worse” she thought to herself. As the thought sunk in Emma tried to reason with herself that it wasn’t something she hadn’t done before, just the cast of the movie were different and she had to contend with that dirty old cunt Max leering at her. Still ! After all her thinking she realised it was all academic. Max had demanded it so she had to do it. She took a deep breath, reclined the chair a little more, stared at the screen and began to rub herself through the gusset of her panties.
Emma could feel she was soon soaking wet below and pulled her panties to one side so she could push two fingers inside her pussy. Her juices squelched as she continued to finger herself and she could now smell her sex. She began to wonder if, even hope that, Max would send her back to her desk with cum soaked panties again. Although Emma was enjoying the movie she kept closing her eyes as she imagined being at work, smelling like a slut and it aroused her even more. She began rubbing her clit and could now hear her own real moans over the ones in the movie.
So excited and carried away was Emma she didn’t notice Max moving closer to her and undoing her blouse. The first she realised was when his hard hands were squeezing her tits, through the fabric of her bra. She opened her eyes to see Max standing over her, squeezing her tits with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. She hated Max but the sight of his swollen cock head leaking pre cum made her mouth salivate and she licked her lips before craning her neck to move her head closer to Max’s cock. Max smiled, he knew Emma wanted his cock and he obliged by pushing it between her soft plump lips.
Emma sucked greedily on Max’s cock, savouring the taste of his pre cum. She began to finger herself deeper and rub her clit harder. She was getting more and more aroused and the throbbing in her pussy radiated through her body. Emma closed her eyes, not wanting to look at the face of this pervert who was using her. Max’s hands clawed at the flimsy fabric of her bra then she felt something cold against her breast. In a panic she opened her eyes and saw that Max had a pair of scissors against her breast and with a sudden snip her bra was loose. Emma’s big tits spilled out of the now ruined bra fabric and Max was pulling on her big hard nipples.
Emma pulled her head off Max’s cock and shrieked at him “You bastard! Max just laughed at her and thrust his cock back into her mouth.
“Yes Miss Holmes. I am a bastard and you are my little whore.” growled Max. Despite being repulsed the sound of her being called a whore actually aroused her and she sucked harder on Max’s cock. She felt it swell in her mouth and knew he was going to cum. She rubbed her clit harder and her pussy clamped around her two fingers. Max pinched one of her nipples hard and Emma felt the heat in her pussy begin to radiate through her. Max grunted and began to pump his cum into Emma’s mouth. As she felt the hot sticky liquid hit her tongue she shook as her orgasm came, surging through her body making it throb all over.
Once they had both gotten over their orgasm’s Max pulled his cock from Emma’s mouth and zipped himself up. He told Emma to go to his bathroom to tidy herself up and remove her ruined bra. Emma stood in the bathroom and looked in the mirror at herself in shame. She removed the ruined bra and a tear almost shed from her eye but she kept herself together. She returned to Max who took the bra from her and told her she had been a very good girl and that he would send her a copy of the full movie. As she left Max said “I hope you have a very good afternoon Miss Holmes!”
Emma left wondering what, if anything Max’s final comments meant. She tried to think about what she was doing that afternoon. Suddenly her blood ran cold. She had a meeting with one of the gallery directors. She was braless and her panties were soaked. Did Max know her schedule? Is that what he was referring to? What Emma didn’t know was that Max did indeed know her schedule. Whats more he was very good friends with Herr Wreder, the director with whom Emma had a meeting. Further more, minutes before she had arrived Max had linked his laptop camera to Herr Wreder’s computer.
Herr Wreder had spent the last twenty minutes watching the lovely Miss Holmes in action and had enjoyed the little show very much. Herman Wreder was a widower, well into his sixties and since his wife passed away two years ago, from an unexpected illness, he’d had very little contact with women and after watching the lovely Miss Holmes he had a feeling that was about to change. He decided he needed to do a couple of things in preparation so left his office telling his PA, Monica, he had to attend to something and to postpone his meeting with Emma Holmes until 6PM, but there would be no need for Monica to remain at work.
Emma Holmes was sitting at her desk in her braless state and she had decided not to wear her soaking wet panties. Her mind kept thinking about her meeting with Herr Wreder and how he might perceive her, given the fact she was sure some of her work colleagues had noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra and some even commented that she had one on before lunch. Her thoughts were interrupted by her office phone ringing and after she took the call from Monica, telling her that her meeting with Herr Wreder had been postponed until 6PM she felt her troubles were getting worse.
The afternoon had seemed to pass quickly and Emma Holmes had decided that none of her colleagues had made anything, or even noticed, she hadn’t been wearing a bra. After all, she thought to herself, it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for her, or most of the other female staff, to go braless, especially in the summer months. Emma was now making her way to Herr Wreder’s office for her 6PM meeting and had left plenty of time for the walk to his building, which was the furthest on from her own. Emma arrived at Herr Wreder’s office a few minutes before 6PM but unlike with Herr Holzem she didn’t think she needed to wait for the exact time, as she had met Herr Wreder several times and always found him to be a lovely old man.
Emma knocked on Herr Wreder’s door and immediately she heard him call out for her to enter. When she entered Emma saw Herr Wreder was sitting on a large soft the side of his office. In front of the sofa was a small coffee table on which there was a coffee pot and cups and also some glasses and a jug of water. Herr Wreder called Emma over to sit beside him, which she did and once seated he offered her some coffee and or water. Emma chose just to have water and relaxed onto the comfortable sofa a couple of feet from Herr Wreder.
They sat chatting for a few minutes, exchanging pleasantries, with Herr Wreder leading the conversation and making an effort to put the lovely Emma Holmes at ease. As they chatted Herr Wreder mentioned he had heard very good things about her latest project and even mentioned that there may be some scope to travel to Africa to do some deeper research about their varying forms of art. Emma felt very relaxed and happy as this seemed a very positive meeting so she began to relax and even smile at Herr Wreder.
Herr Wreder was enjoying the company of the lovely Emma Holmes. He could see her large braless tits moving freely beneath the thin fabric of her blouse and his eyes focussed on her plump lips as she spoke, fantasising about having them wrapped around his throbbing cock. It had been so long since he had felt the flesh of any woman let alone one as beautiful as the lovely Emma Holmes. He wanted her and he knew he had the power to have her. The time was almost there, the little blue pill he had taken an hour ago had started to work its magic and he felt his large cock hardening within his pants.
Herr Wreder reached behind the sofa and placed a gift wrapped box in between him and Emma. Emma looked at it in wonderment and Herr Wreder explained that it was a gift for her. “I think it is something you may need and hopefully will like.” he said. Emma felt a little beat of excitement rush through her body but couldn’t help wonder if Herr Wreder has a motive for giving her a gift. Never the less she lifted the box and opened it, almost resigning herself to having to deal with any motive he may have if one came up.
Emma’s heart began to race and her eyes widened as she removed the wrapping to reveal a box embossed with the name “Viabella” one of Berlin’s most prestigious lingerie stores. Almost unable to hide her excitement she opened the box to find a very pretty white lace bra, clearly much more expensive than the one Herr Holzem had ruined earlier that day. Emma gazed at the item and noticed it was exactly her size. Her attention of the bra was broken by the voice of Herr Wreder. “I hope you like it Miss Holmes.” he said smiling as he stared at the dark haired beauty and his cock throbbed so hard he knew he had to release it soon.
Emma stared at the bra and silently muttered “Oh Herr Wreder, its beautiful but why?” Almost as soon as she had spoken the words Emma Holmes knew why. The pieces of the jigsaw all fell into place. The postponed meeting to now be at the end of the working day, the fact Herr Wreders PA had gone home, the bra being her size, which undoubtedly meant he had seen the ruined one and therefore must have known about her and Max Holzem. She wanted to cry but knew it would be no use. Herr Wreder was going to have her. She was going to be made to pleasure a man in his sixties, even older than Max Holzem. If she was going to endure her plight she didn’t want Herr Wreder to know how sickened she was by the thought and tried to put on a brave face and have some little bit of control. “What would you like me to do for you Herr Wreder?” Emma meekly said.
Herr Wreder knew the time had come and he reached out a hand, cupping one of Emma Holmes large tits. He marvelled at hoe full and heavy it felt as he needed it. “You can start by showing me what the bra will be covering.” He said as he drooled at the thought of seeing the lovely Emma Holmes’s naked tits. Emma tried to remain composed, as she began to unbutton her blouse. So what? she thought, the dirty old cunt was going to see her tits and probably feel them. She’d already endured worse, as she exposed her tits to her director.
Herr Wreder’s eyes widened when he saw the large fleshy mounds, capped with big nipples. He hadn’t seen another woman’s tits, other than his late wife’s for over forty years and the ones in front of him now were far nicer and bigger than his late wife’s had ever been. As he cupped them and squeezed them his cock throbbed so much it hurt. Herr Wreder stood up and released his large cock and Emma Holmes gasped when she saw it. Apart from the fact he has a little nest of grey pubic hair at the base Herr Wreder’s cock could have belonged to a porn star. It was long, maybe nine inches, thick and as straight as a pole, with a big head that was leaking pre cum from a huge piss hole.
Emma could feel herself getting wet in her naked pussy and knew that what ever Herr Wreder demanded of her she would willingly give him. Herr Wreder smiled when he saw the dark haired beauties reaction to his monster cock. “Be a good girl Miss Holmes and suck my cock for me.” he said softly but firmly. Emma hardly needed to be asked. Her mouth was already salivating at the sight of the wonderful cock before her and seconds later she had a hand around the thick shaft and the big head stuck in her mouth.
Emma sucked greedily at Herr Wreders cock, sicking her tongue down his piss hole, teasing his pre cum from it and allowing it to coat her tongue before she let it gently slip down her throat. Herr Wreder groaned as the dark haired beauty sucked his cock, it had been so long since he had felt soft lips and a hot wet mouth around his cock he felt like he was about to explode. “Deeper!” He demanded sternly.
Emma was a little taken aback at the way this man she had always perceived to be a mild old gentleman was now demanding her to take his cock deeper but the way he had said it turned her on and she forced more and more of his cock into her mouth, the tip teasing her throat. She had never been able to deep throat a cock but she now wanted to and she tried to control her gag reflex as she forced the thick pole deeper, her lips stretched so much they hurt. It was all too much for Herr Wreder, more than two years worth of pent up sexual tension and cum in his balls were about to be released. He grasped a handful of Emma’s hair and rammed his cock deep as he began to shake and his cock erupted in her hot mouth.
Emma almost chocked as the first wave of Herr Wreder’s cum spurted against the back of her throat but as the next spurt erupted she enjoyed the feeling and loved how the hot sticky fluid quickly flowed to her stomach. She greedily sucked harder and squeezed his thick shaft, milking every drop of the hot tasty fluid from his cock and balls. Finally Herr Wreder stopped shaking and his flow of cum ceased. He let go of Emma’s hair and her head shot backwards, his cock springing free from her mouth, and she gasped as she sucked in air. “Oh wow Herr Wreder! Fucking hell that was so much cum you almost drowned me.” she panted between breaths.
“You have a wonderful mouth Miss Holmes. I wonder if your pussy feels as good.” Herr Wreder responded as he looked down at the dark haired beauty who had just swallowed his cum. Now he wanted to fuck her so badly and as he continued to share at Emma he saw his thick cock was still fully hard, the magic blue pill he swallowed earlier was doing just what Max Holzem had promised. Emma couldn’t believe her eyes and ears. How could his cock still be hard she thought and the realisation that he was now going to fuck her repulsed her.
Herr Wreder once again grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted Emma Holmes off the sofa before commanding her to turn around and bend over. Despite being repulsed Emma knew resistance was futile and she complied, even lifting her skirt exposing her buttocks before bending forward and presenting her pussy to Herr Wreder. She felt a hand on one of her buttocks and Herr Wreder’s cock head nudge between her pussy lips. Herr Wreder hadn’t had his big cock inside any woman for over two years and Emma Holmes pussy was wet and ready for the taking so he didn't waste any time with pleasantries.
“Aaaaarggggghhhhhh! Oh Jesus! Fuck! You bastard!” Shrieked Emma Holmes as Herr Wreder rammed his thick shaft right into her love hole so deep the head smashed against her cervix. Herr Wreder paid no attention, he was so overcome with sexual arousal he barely heard Emma’s protestations as he began to fuck her hard every thrust making the dark haired beauty gasp.
Emma breathed hard, trying to block out the pain, her fingers digging into the sofa fabric as Herr Wreder pounder her pussy. She wondered how long he would last, he had cum quickly in her mouth and she hoped he would cum quickly again soon. Her prayers were not to be answered and as her pussy throbbed from the onslaught by the huge invader her whole body began to shudder with sexual arousal.
After several minutes Herr Wreder stopped thrusting into Emma’s love hole. He stood still for a moment, taking a few deep breaths, perspiration trickled off his brow. He realised he was not as young and virile as he once had been, the blue pill could make his cock hard but couldn’t help his sexual stamina. He pulled his dripping cock from Emma’s pussy and she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking her ordeal over and thankful that Herr Wreder hadn’t cum inside her pussy.
Once again her hopes were dashed when Herr Wreder stripped off his clothes and sat on the sofa. Emma Holme’s looked at him, his wrinkled body, partly covered with grey hair and his little pot belly. She felt sick that this man had been fucking her. “Take off those clothes Miss Holmes and come and ride my cock.” Herr Wreder demanded of the dark haired beauty. Emma had no choice but to comply and began to strip slowly as Herr Wreder stared at her licking his lips.
As she slowly stripped Emma began to enjoy how this dirty old man leered at her and as she finished she stood still for a moment allowing the dirty man to fully enjoy her nakedness. Her long legs and slender hips. Taught athletic torso leading up to her large round tits. She swayed slightly, making her tits wobble briefly before she began to step forward. She paused once more before taking a deep breath and straddling Herr Wreder on the sofa.
Emma reached down and grasped Herr Wreders huge cock in her hand, guiding the tip towards her pussy lips and nudging it into her love hole. She placed her hands on Herr Wreder’s shoulders and felt his hands on her waist. Emma stared at the dirty old man, lust in his eyes and she felt empowered but also aroused and she began to slowly impale herself on his huge throbbing cock. Emma surprised herself by taking all of Herr Wreder’s cock in one go and she breathed a sigh of relief as her soft buttocks landed on his thighs.
Emma continued to stare at Herr Wreder, his eyes were dark and cold but he emitted an air of gentleness from them. She could feel his hands sliding up her torso and cupping her tits. He started to kneed them with his boney hands, his cold fingers digging into the soft flesh. Emma loved her tits being played with and moaned with joy as he squeezed harder. She started to rock her pelvis slowly, grinding her clit against his pubic bone and feeling his cock pulsing in her stretched love hole.
Soon they were both groaning with sexual pleasure and Emma’s body tingled all over, her nipples so hard they stung as Herr Wreder pulled on them every so often. Emma began to feel the throbbing in her pussy radiate through her body and knew that she wanted to have an orgasm on Herr Wreder’s huge cock and she wanted to please him, feel his seed spirt into her womb like it had into her throat. She paused and started again at him “Do you like my tits Herr Wreder?” Emma asked softly.
“Oh yes! That are wonderful. So big and soft.” Herr Wreder replied.
“Be rough with them for me. Pinch my nipples and hurt me. I love it.” It was true that Emma did like her tits played with roughly but never thought she would be begging an old man to play with them. As Herr Wreder squeezed harder Emma did something she couldn’t believe. She didn’t want to but something inside her mind just made her and she couldn’t stop herself. She lean’t forward and wrapped her arms around Herr Wreders shoulders, their faces centimetres apart, stared into his eyes and pressed her soft full lips against his mouth.
Herr Wreder breathed hard when Emma kissed him, almost not believing it was happening and in his excitement he squeezed her tits really hard. Emma moaned and thrust her tongue into his mouth. For several seconds they kissed passionately and Emma began to rock on his big cock, feeling it deep inside her, she knew her orgasm wasn’t far away but had to make sure she got Herr Wreder off. She broke off the kiss and put her mouth to his ear. “I want your cum Herr Wreder!” she panted into his ear.
As she spoke Emma felt Herr Wreder’s cock swell even more in her pussy and her own muscles contracted, gripping his big pole harder. Emma began to ride Herr Wreder’s cock, hard, moaning and gasping about how good it felt in her pussy, arousing the dirty old man even more. “”Ooooooooh! Herr Wreder! Fuck me. Fill me with cum. Squeeze my tits,! Fucking bite my nipples! Emma began to shriek over and over as she built up her movements to a frenzied state riding the big cock inside her.
Emma’s pussy was on fire, her nipples stung as Herr Wreder dug his teeth into them and his bony fingers dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks as he helped her bring against him. Emma could see Herr Wreder face going red, he started to pant heavily. Emma knew he was close. “Ooooooo! Yes Herr Wreder! Cum baby Cum inside me!. Herr Wreder leant back and drove his hips up, driving his cock head into Emma’s pussy and as she felt the first jet of his cum splash her vaginal walls and cervix her orgasm erupted.
They remained locked together in their orgasmic spasm’s for a few minutes, Herr Wreder pumping his load into Emma as her pussy pulsed trying to suck every drop from his balls, before the both began to relax. Emma’s body going limp and she slumped forwards, her tits pressing agains’t Herr Wreder’s chest. They remained like that for a few more moments, both breathing heavily and not speaking. Finally Herr Wreder realised that the little blue pill was losing its magic, its work done, and his softening cock slipped from Emma’s pussy. He felt his cum trickle from her pussy and onto his legs.
They untangled themselves and Herr Wreder directed Emma to the bathroom in his office so she could clean up. Emma dragged her clothes, including her new bra with her, heading into the bathroom. Several minutes later she returned, looking a little tidier and fully dressed. Herr Wreder quickly went into the bathroom and came straight out wearing a towelling robe. He walked up to Emma and said “Thank you Miss Holmes. You were very good. Here these are for you.” He held out two envelopes telling her one was from him and one was from Herr Holzem. He then quickly unlocked the door and Emma left without speaking.
Once she got to her car Emma hurriedly opened the first envelope, it was from Herr Wreder. A single folded piece of paper was inside which she opened. The words on it said “Until next time.” Also contained within the folded paper were two crisp one hundred euro bank notes. Emma nearly cried. She had been used and now she was a whore. She quickly opened the other envelope from Max Holzem. The note inside read,” Miss Holmes. I trust you had fun with Herr Wreder. Sorry about the bra but I think you have been compensated. Please follow the instructions overleaf. On the back of the note was an address, and instructions to be at that address at 9PM sharp of the forthcoming Saturday. Emma dropped the note on the floor of her car and held her head in her hands.
To be continued……
Emma had been regularly checking her emails since the event as Max had promised to send her a copy of the video he made but thus far she hadn’t received anything. As she logged out of her email account after checking it again her office phone rang and it was Max Holzem. Emma shuddered thinking it was almost as if he was monitoring her activity. Never the less Max was very chatty and asked Emma to come to his office at 1PM sharp, which was the usual lunch hour for most of the staff.
As Emma stood outside Max Holism’s office door, a couple of minutes before 1PM she realised she no longer felt nervous. She had pretty much sold her soul to Max and was in so deep that she didn’t dare think about the consequences if details of her recent actions were to get out. She realised she just had to obey what ever Max wanted and whilst that sickened her she took some solace that apart from having to service Max she was quite enjoying the rest or her penance.
Emma was just about to knock on the door when it opened and a smiling Max greeted Emma telling her he knew she would be standing there waiting for 1PM sharp like a good little obedient girl. Max invited Emma in and once inside he shut and locked the door behind her. Max then ushered Emma to take a seat in his office chair which was made of soft leather and reclined a lot more than her own office chair. “I have a gift for you Miss Holmes!” Max announced. Before Emma could respond he told her to click the mouse on his laptop computer and watch the large monitor screen which was in the centre of the desk.
Emma did as she was told and was immediately taken aback by what she saw. It was the opening titles of a porn movie and the opening trailer listed her as amongst the cast. “The footage was so good I thought it would make a good movie.” Max said with menace in his voice. “Please Miss Holmes get comfortable and view your very own movie.” Max said laughing. As the movie got into full flow Emma was now watching a close up of her face as she was clearly being fucked from behind. Her pussy and nipples tingled at the sight and it reminded her of the film she had been masturbating to in her office a few weeks ago and also of the day the movie had been made, with Abeo fucking her.
“Do you like it Miss Holmes?” Max asked Emma as she continued to watch.
“Uhhh! Erm! Yes I guess so!” Emma replied tentatively, wondering what Max would say next.
“Then please, get very comfortable, and show your appreciation.” Max said with a sly grin on his face.
“How do you mean?” asked Emma.
Max leant forward and took hold of one of Emma’s hands before slowly guiding it to her thigh and using it to raise the hem of her skirt until her panties were exposed. Max placed Emma’s hand on her pubic mound and said, “Oh I think you know exactly what I mean Miss Holmes.
“Christ!” Thought Emma. He now wants to watch me masturbate to my own movie. “Can this get any worse” she thought to herself. As the thought sunk in Emma tried to reason with herself that it wasn’t something she hadn’t done before, just the cast of the movie were different and she had to contend with that dirty old cunt Max leering at her. Still ! After all her thinking she realised it was all academic. Max had demanded it so she had to do it. She took a deep breath, reclined the chair a little more, stared at the screen and began to rub herself through the gusset of her panties.
Emma could feel she was soon soaking wet below and pulled her panties to one side so she could push two fingers inside her pussy. Her juices squelched as she continued to finger herself and she could now smell her sex. She began to wonder if, even hope that, Max would send her back to her desk with cum soaked panties again. Although Emma was enjoying the movie she kept closing her eyes as she imagined being at work, smelling like a slut and it aroused her even more. She began rubbing her clit and could now hear her own real moans over the ones in the movie.
So excited and carried away was Emma she didn’t notice Max moving closer to her and undoing her blouse. The first she realised was when his hard hands were squeezing her tits, through the fabric of her bra. She opened her eyes to see Max standing over her, squeezing her tits with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. She hated Max but the sight of his swollen cock head leaking pre cum made her mouth salivate and she licked her lips before craning her neck to move her head closer to Max’s cock. Max smiled, he knew Emma wanted his cock and he obliged by pushing it between her soft plump lips.
Emma sucked greedily on Max’s cock, savouring the taste of his pre cum. She began to finger herself deeper and rub her clit harder. She was getting more and more aroused and the throbbing in her pussy radiated through her body. Emma closed her eyes, not wanting to look at the face of this pervert who was using her. Max’s hands clawed at the flimsy fabric of her bra then she felt something cold against her breast. In a panic she opened her eyes and saw that Max had a pair of scissors against her breast and with a sudden snip her bra was loose. Emma’s big tits spilled out of the now ruined bra fabric and Max was pulling on her big hard nipples.
Emma pulled her head off Max’s cock and shrieked at him “You bastard! Max just laughed at her and thrust his cock back into her mouth.
“Yes Miss Holmes. I am a bastard and you are my little whore.” growled Max. Despite being repulsed the sound of her being called a whore actually aroused her and she sucked harder on Max’s cock. She felt it swell in her mouth and knew he was going to cum. She rubbed her clit harder and her pussy clamped around her two fingers. Max pinched one of her nipples hard and Emma felt the heat in her pussy begin to radiate through her. Max grunted and began to pump his cum into Emma’s mouth. As she felt the hot sticky liquid hit her tongue she shook as her orgasm came, surging through her body making it throb all over.
Once they had both gotten over their orgasm’s Max pulled his cock from Emma’s mouth and zipped himself up. He told Emma to go to his bathroom to tidy herself up and remove her ruined bra. Emma stood in the bathroom and looked in the mirror at herself in shame. She removed the ruined bra and a tear almost shed from her eye but she kept herself together. She returned to Max who took the bra from her and told her she had been a very good girl and that he would send her a copy of the full movie. As she left Max said “I hope you have a very good afternoon Miss Holmes!”
Emma left wondering what, if anything Max’s final comments meant. She tried to think about what she was doing that afternoon. Suddenly her blood ran cold. She had a meeting with one of the gallery directors. She was braless and her panties were soaked. Did Max know her schedule? Is that what he was referring to? What Emma didn’t know was that Max did indeed know her schedule. Whats more he was very good friends with Herr Wreder, the director with whom Emma had a meeting. Further more, minutes before she had arrived Max had linked his laptop camera to Herr Wreder’s computer.
Herr Wreder had spent the last twenty minutes watching the lovely Miss Holmes in action and had enjoyed the little show very much. Herman Wreder was a widower, well into his sixties and since his wife passed away two years ago, from an unexpected illness, he’d had very little contact with women and after watching the lovely Miss Holmes he had a feeling that was about to change. He decided he needed to do a couple of things in preparation so left his office telling his PA, Monica, he had to attend to something and to postpone his meeting with Emma Holmes until 6PM, but there would be no need for Monica to remain at work.
Emma Holmes was sitting at her desk in her braless state and she had decided not to wear her soaking wet panties. Her mind kept thinking about her meeting with Herr Wreder and how he might perceive her, given the fact she was sure some of her work colleagues had noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra and some even commented that she had one on before lunch. Her thoughts were interrupted by her office phone ringing and after she took the call from Monica, telling her that her meeting with Herr Wreder had been postponed until 6PM she felt her troubles were getting worse.
The afternoon had seemed to pass quickly and Emma Holmes had decided that none of her colleagues had made anything, or even noticed, she hadn’t been wearing a bra. After all, she thought to herself, it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for her, or most of the other female staff, to go braless, especially in the summer months. Emma was now making her way to Herr Wreder’s office for her 6PM meeting and had left plenty of time for the walk to his building, which was the furthest on from her own. Emma arrived at Herr Wreder’s office a few minutes before 6PM but unlike with Herr Holzem she didn’t think she needed to wait for the exact time, as she had met Herr Wreder several times and always found him to be a lovely old man.
Emma knocked on Herr Wreder’s door and immediately she heard him call out for her to enter. When she entered Emma saw Herr Wreder was sitting on a large soft the side of his office. In front of the sofa was a small coffee table on which there was a coffee pot and cups and also some glasses and a jug of water. Herr Wreder called Emma over to sit beside him, which she did and once seated he offered her some coffee and or water. Emma chose just to have water and relaxed onto the comfortable sofa a couple of feet from Herr Wreder.
They sat chatting for a few minutes, exchanging pleasantries, with Herr Wreder leading the conversation and making an effort to put the lovely Emma Holmes at ease. As they chatted Herr Wreder mentioned he had heard very good things about her latest project and even mentioned that there may be some scope to travel to Africa to do some deeper research about their varying forms of art. Emma felt very relaxed and happy as this seemed a very positive meeting so she began to relax and even smile at Herr Wreder.
Herr Wreder was enjoying the company of the lovely Emma Holmes. He could see her large braless tits moving freely beneath the thin fabric of her blouse and his eyes focussed on her plump lips as she spoke, fantasising about having them wrapped around his throbbing cock. It had been so long since he had felt the flesh of any woman let alone one as beautiful as the lovely Emma Holmes. He wanted her and he knew he had the power to have her. The time was almost there, the little blue pill he had taken an hour ago had started to work its magic and he felt his large cock hardening within his pants.
Herr Wreder reached behind the sofa and placed a gift wrapped box in between him and Emma. Emma looked at it in wonderment and Herr Wreder explained that it was a gift for her. “I think it is something you may need and hopefully will like.” he said. Emma felt a little beat of excitement rush through her body but couldn’t help wonder if Herr Wreder has a motive for giving her a gift. Never the less she lifted the box and opened it, almost resigning herself to having to deal with any motive he may have if one came up.
Emma’s heart began to race and her eyes widened as she removed the wrapping to reveal a box embossed with the name “Viabella” one of Berlin’s most prestigious lingerie stores. Almost unable to hide her excitement she opened the box to find a very pretty white lace bra, clearly much more expensive than the one Herr Holzem had ruined earlier that day. Emma gazed at the item and noticed it was exactly her size. Her attention of the bra was broken by the voice of Herr Wreder. “I hope you like it Miss Holmes.” he said smiling as he stared at the dark haired beauty and his cock throbbed so hard he knew he had to release it soon.
Emma stared at the bra and silently muttered “Oh Herr Wreder, its beautiful but why?” Almost as soon as she had spoken the words Emma Holmes knew why. The pieces of the jigsaw all fell into place. The postponed meeting to now be at the end of the working day, the fact Herr Wreders PA had gone home, the bra being her size, which undoubtedly meant he had seen the ruined one and therefore must have known about her and Max Holzem. She wanted to cry but knew it would be no use. Herr Wreder was going to have her. She was going to be made to pleasure a man in his sixties, even older than Max Holzem. If she was going to endure her plight she didn’t want Herr Wreder to know how sickened she was by the thought and tried to put on a brave face and have some little bit of control. “What would you like me to do for you Herr Wreder?” Emma meekly said.
Herr Wreder knew the time had come and he reached out a hand, cupping one of Emma Holmes large tits. He marvelled at hoe full and heavy it felt as he needed it. “You can start by showing me what the bra will be covering.” He said as he drooled at the thought of seeing the lovely Emma Holmes’s naked tits. Emma tried to remain composed, as she began to unbutton her blouse. So what? she thought, the dirty old cunt was going to see her tits and probably feel them. She’d already endured worse, as she exposed her tits to her director.
Herr Wreder’s eyes widened when he saw the large fleshy mounds, capped with big nipples. He hadn’t seen another woman’s tits, other than his late wife’s for over forty years and the ones in front of him now were far nicer and bigger than his late wife’s had ever been. As he cupped them and squeezed them his cock throbbed so much it hurt. Herr Wreder stood up and released his large cock and Emma Holmes gasped when she saw it. Apart from the fact he has a little nest of grey pubic hair at the base Herr Wreder’s cock could have belonged to a porn star. It was long, maybe nine inches, thick and as straight as a pole, with a big head that was leaking pre cum from a huge piss hole.
Emma could feel herself getting wet in her naked pussy and knew that what ever Herr Wreder demanded of her she would willingly give him. Herr Wreder smiled when he saw the dark haired beauties reaction to his monster cock. “Be a good girl Miss Holmes and suck my cock for me.” he said softly but firmly. Emma hardly needed to be asked. Her mouth was already salivating at the sight of the wonderful cock before her and seconds later she had a hand around the thick shaft and the big head stuck in her mouth.
Emma sucked greedily at Herr Wreders cock, sicking her tongue down his piss hole, teasing his pre cum from it and allowing it to coat her tongue before she let it gently slip down her throat. Herr Wreder groaned as the dark haired beauty sucked his cock, it had been so long since he had felt soft lips and a hot wet mouth around his cock he felt like he was about to explode. “Deeper!” He demanded sternly.
Emma was a little taken aback at the way this man she had always perceived to be a mild old gentleman was now demanding her to take his cock deeper but the way he had said it turned her on and she forced more and more of his cock into her mouth, the tip teasing her throat. She had never been able to deep throat a cock but she now wanted to and she tried to control her gag reflex as she forced the thick pole deeper, her lips stretched so much they hurt. It was all too much for Herr Wreder, more than two years worth of pent up sexual tension and cum in his balls were about to be released. He grasped a handful of Emma’s hair and rammed his cock deep as he began to shake and his cock erupted in her hot mouth.
Emma almost chocked as the first wave of Herr Wreder’s cum spurted against the back of her throat but as the next spurt erupted she enjoyed the feeling and loved how the hot sticky fluid quickly flowed to her stomach. She greedily sucked harder and squeezed his thick shaft, milking every drop of the hot tasty fluid from his cock and balls. Finally Herr Wreder stopped shaking and his flow of cum ceased. He let go of Emma’s hair and her head shot backwards, his cock springing free from her mouth, and she gasped as she sucked in air. “Oh wow Herr Wreder! Fucking hell that was so much cum you almost drowned me.” she panted between breaths.
“You have a wonderful mouth Miss Holmes. I wonder if your pussy feels as good.” Herr Wreder responded as he looked down at the dark haired beauty who had just swallowed his cum. Now he wanted to fuck her so badly and as he continued to share at Emma he saw his thick cock was still fully hard, the magic blue pill he swallowed earlier was doing just what Max Holzem had promised. Emma couldn’t believe her eyes and ears. How could his cock still be hard she thought and the realisation that he was now going to fuck her repulsed her.
Herr Wreder once again grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted Emma Holmes off the sofa before commanding her to turn around and bend over. Despite being repulsed Emma knew resistance was futile and she complied, even lifting her skirt exposing her buttocks before bending forward and presenting her pussy to Herr Wreder. She felt a hand on one of her buttocks and Herr Wreder’s cock head nudge between her pussy lips. Herr Wreder hadn’t had his big cock inside any woman for over two years and Emma Holmes pussy was wet and ready for the taking so he didn't waste any time with pleasantries.
“Aaaaarggggghhhhhh! Oh Jesus! Fuck! You bastard!” Shrieked Emma Holmes as Herr Wreder rammed his thick shaft right into her love hole so deep the head smashed against her cervix. Herr Wreder paid no attention, he was so overcome with sexual arousal he barely heard Emma’s protestations as he began to fuck her hard every thrust making the dark haired beauty gasp.
Emma breathed hard, trying to block out the pain, her fingers digging into the sofa fabric as Herr Wreder pounder her pussy. She wondered how long he would last, he had cum quickly in her mouth and she hoped he would cum quickly again soon. Her prayers were not to be answered and as her pussy throbbed from the onslaught by the huge invader her whole body began to shudder with sexual arousal.
After several minutes Herr Wreder stopped thrusting into Emma’s love hole. He stood still for a moment, taking a few deep breaths, perspiration trickled off his brow. He realised he was not as young and virile as he once had been, the blue pill could make his cock hard but couldn’t help his sexual stamina. He pulled his dripping cock from Emma’s pussy and she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking her ordeal over and thankful that Herr Wreder hadn’t cum inside her pussy.
Once again her hopes were dashed when Herr Wreder stripped off his clothes and sat on the sofa. Emma Holme’s looked at him, his wrinkled body, partly covered with grey hair and his little pot belly. She felt sick that this man had been fucking her. “Take off those clothes Miss Holmes and come and ride my cock.” Herr Wreder demanded of the dark haired beauty. Emma had no choice but to comply and began to strip slowly as Herr Wreder stared at her licking his lips.
As she slowly stripped Emma began to enjoy how this dirty old man leered at her and as she finished she stood still for a moment allowing the dirty man to fully enjoy her nakedness. Her long legs and slender hips. Taught athletic torso leading up to her large round tits. She swayed slightly, making her tits wobble briefly before she began to step forward. She paused once more before taking a deep breath and straddling Herr Wreder on the sofa.
Emma reached down and grasped Herr Wreders huge cock in her hand, guiding the tip towards her pussy lips and nudging it into her love hole. She placed her hands on Herr Wreder’s shoulders and felt his hands on her waist. Emma stared at the dirty old man, lust in his eyes and she felt empowered but also aroused and she began to slowly impale herself on his huge throbbing cock. Emma surprised herself by taking all of Herr Wreder’s cock in one go and she breathed a sigh of relief as her soft buttocks landed on his thighs.
Emma continued to stare at Herr Wreder, his eyes were dark and cold but he emitted an air of gentleness from them. She could feel his hands sliding up her torso and cupping her tits. He started to kneed them with his boney hands, his cold fingers digging into the soft flesh. Emma loved her tits being played with and moaned with joy as he squeezed harder. She started to rock her pelvis slowly, grinding her clit against his pubic bone and feeling his cock pulsing in her stretched love hole.
Soon they were both groaning with sexual pleasure and Emma’s body tingled all over, her nipples so hard they stung as Herr Wreder pulled on them every so often. Emma began to feel the throbbing in her pussy radiate through her body and knew that she wanted to have an orgasm on Herr Wreder’s huge cock and she wanted to please him, feel his seed spirt into her womb like it had into her throat. She paused and started again at him “Do you like my tits Herr Wreder?” Emma asked softly.
“Oh yes! That are wonderful. So big and soft.” Herr Wreder replied.
“Be rough with them for me. Pinch my nipples and hurt me. I love it.” It was true that Emma did like her tits played with roughly but never thought she would be begging an old man to play with them. As Herr Wreder squeezed harder Emma did something she couldn’t believe. She didn’t want to but something inside her mind just made her and she couldn’t stop herself. She lean’t forward and wrapped her arms around Herr Wreders shoulders, their faces centimetres apart, stared into his eyes and pressed her soft full lips against his mouth.
Herr Wreder breathed hard when Emma kissed him, almost not believing it was happening and in his excitement he squeezed her tits really hard. Emma moaned and thrust her tongue into his mouth. For several seconds they kissed passionately and Emma began to rock on his big cock, feeling it deep inside her, she knew her orgasm wasn’t far away but had to make sure she got Herr Wreder off. She broke off the kiss and put her mouth to his ear. “I want your cum Herr Wreder!” she panted into his ear.
As she spoke Emma felt Herr Wreder’s cock swell even more in her pussy and her own muscles contracted, gripping his big pole harder. Emma began to ride Herr Wreder’s cock, hard, moaning and gasping about how good it felt in her pussy, arousing the dirty old man even more. “”Ooooooooh! Herr Wreder! Fuck me. Fill me with cum. Squeeze my tits,! Fucking bite my nipples! Emma began to shriek over and over as she built up her movements to a frenzied state riding the big cock inside her.
Emma’s pussy was on fire, her nipples stung as Herr Wreder dug his teeth into them and his bony fingers dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks as he helped her bring against him. Emma could see Herr Wreder face going red, he started to pant heavily. Emma knew he was close. “Ooooooo! Yes Herr Wreder! Cum baby Cum inside me!. Herr Wreder leant back and drove his hips up, driving his cock head into Emma’s pussy and as she felt the first jet of his cum splash her vaginal walls and cervix her orgasm erupted.
They remained locked together in their orgasmic spasm’s for a few minutes, Herr Wreder pumping his load into Emma as her pussy pulsed trying to suck every drop from his balls, before the both began to relax. Emma’s body going limp and she slumped forwards, her tits pressing agains’t Herr Wreder’s chest. They remained like that for a few more moments, both breathing heavily and not speaking. Finally Herr Wreder realised that the little blue pill was losing its magic, its work done, and his softening cock slipped from Emma’s pussy. He felt his cum trickle from her pussy and onto his legs.
They untangled themselves and Herr Wreder directed Emma to the bathroom in his office so she could clean up. Emma dragged her clothes, including her new bra with her, heading into the bathroom. Several minutes later she returned, looking a little tidier and fully dressed. Herr Wreder quickly went into the bathroom and came straight out wearing a towelling robe. He walked up to Emma and said “Thank you Miss Holmes. You were very good. Here these are for you.” He held out two envelopes telling her one was from him and one was from Herr Holzem. He then quickly unlocked the door and Emma left without speaking.
Once she got to her car Emma hurriedly opened the first envelope, it was from Herr Wreder. A single folded piece of paper was inside which she opened. The words on it said “Until next time.” Also contained within the folded paper were two crisp one hundred euro bank notes. Emma nearly cried. She had been used and now she was a whore. She quickly opened the other envelope from Max Holzem. The note inside read,” Miss Holmes. I trust you had fun with Herr Wreder. Sorry about the bra but I think you have been compensated. Please follow the instructions overleaf. On the back of the note was an address, and instructions to be at that address at 9PM sharp of the forthcoming Saturday. Emma dropped the note on the floor of her car and held her head in her hands.
To be continued……
