Free Emily's Dilemma by Gabriella Como Page B

Emily and clinked her glass
of wine. "Here's my proposal," he said, looking straight into her
eyes. She could smell gin on his breath.
     
    "This video gets out, and we're both fucked.
And Robert. And whatever shares we own will suffer as well. You
don't like me and want someone else to be CEO. Okay, fine. I can
live with that. I think I'm right for the job, and so do a lot of
important people. But even if I were to become the CEO, you and
Robert would make life miserable for me. I can always get a good
job somewhere else.
     
    "Here's my terms: we do it. Right here.
Again. In my pool house. Just like all those years ago. You let me
fuck you the way I want to. In exchange, I back away from wanting
the CEO spot and I resign from Millennium. Then you and I won't be
butting heads anymore. You won't have me causing any shit between
us. Imagine, no Mitch, Jr. No bad memories. I will be gone. I will
leave you alone. You leave me alone. We go our separate ways. Any
trouble that we could cause each other goes away. Stock price stays
high. We both benefit. Robert does too," Mitch said. "Here's my
resignation letter. All it takes is one more time. What do you
say, Kimber ?"
     
    Emily couldn't believe her bad luck.
Blackmailed again. She took a big gulp of the cabernet and began to
unbutton her blouse. The bulge in Mitch's pants grew. He unbuttoned
his shirt. Soon, they were naked. Mitch showed Emily the way out
into the pool area, and walked in silence to the pool house. Mitch
sat her down on an upholstered chair and dangled his hard penis in
front of her mouth. Emily took it in, this time without Mitch's
help. She sucked him hard and deep, much to his amazement. He
thought he would have to coax her like previous times. He stood
there, eyes closed, as she brought him in and out of her mouth,
sucking and licking the enormous head on his member, twirling her
tongue around and around the mushroom cap. She fondled his balls
with her right hand as her left reached around to his ass to bring
him inside her further. Her slurping sounds excited Mitch as his
head leaned back in ecstasy. He thought she's much more assertive
now, maybe it's because she's got power and money. She sucked and
sucked his purple member ever harder, making Mitch groan. Pressure
was growing deep inside his wet cock. He knew he was coming soon
and thought if he should pull out and stroke himself, then shoot
all over her face, but it felt too good to move. As his groans
became grunts, Emily knew he was about to unload. At the last
second, she pulled his grotesque penis out, and stroked it herself,
catching Mitch by surprise. She stroked him as he unleashed his
pent-up juices. Pump after pump of milky white ropes streamed
across her face as if she intended on creating a painting for him.
His huge load was still coming, so she opened her mouth wide,
taking his final blasts inside her mouth until it overflowed like a
fountain and covered her chin and then her perfect breasts. His
grunts became heavy panting as he finished his incredible load of
semen on her. This orgasm was the strongest ever, and Emily had
actually helped it become that
way. He collapsed back into a chair facing the one in which she
sat. Gradually, he opened his eyes and looked at Emily. Her face
was covered with his semen, it still coming out of her mouth. Her
chin was still dripping his load onto her already-soaked breasts.
Her nipples were hard. Streaks of his emission travelled down her
firm belly. He tried to recover to appreciate what had just
happened, but the orgasm took too much blood from his brain for him
to think clearly. She was actually into
this , he realized. His softening purple member
glistened as it leaned over in the direction of Emily.
     
    He looked at her with a spent but curious
look on his face. He was trying to form the question he had for
her. Instead, she answered his unspoken question.
     
    "You may have wondered why I did it the
way I did, Mitch," she said. "Less passive, more