It was an average Monday morning for Ms. Williamson, droning over the PA system that day's lunch menu, reminding students and staff of upcoming school events and calling students down to the office to pick up late slips. She worked in the high school office as a form of glorified secretary, the work was monotonous and tedious, often times lacking the level of excitement, such as breaking up fights, she needed to break up the mind numbing day-to-day drudgery.
Her life seemed dull and sorrowful. Lacking any spice. She craved something different, the only problem was that she grew comfortable with her average lifestyle of living in the backwoods of northern Michigan. She wanted so badly to get out of her comfort zone but no longer had the required motivation. She woke up the same way every morning, pulling herself out of bed before sunrise, groggy with lower back pain, she'd shower long enough to wake up, and she would apply generous amounts of make-up and dress herself 'Catholic Nun' appropriate, then head out in her SUV, in most cases skipping breakfast.
She would drive the thirty-five minutes it took to get to the high school, and unlock the office doors for herself and the principal. After setting up her desk and booting up her work station computer, she would walk down to the teacher's lounge and would start a fresh pot of coffee for the staff of the school. This would help her liven up just enough more to start her day and get her most of the way through it. She usually packed a lunch for herself the night before, it was always something depressingly lacking any color or real flavor packed in a bright insulated lunch bag.
This Monday was just like all the rest. Clock in, clock out. Nothing to set it apart from the rest. The morning went by as slow as always, answering the phone and accomplishing nothing of any real purpose. Lunch was just as uneventful. The afternoon was just as impressive as morning and noon. That evening was the change of it all, however.
She got all of her work done for the day after the three-fifteen school bell and watched with a dull smile as the children sped from their classrooms to their lockers and from there to either the shuttle buses or to their after school activities. After waving goodbye to everyone that passed by the office she returned to it, and walked back to her desk to sit down, when she heard someone clear their throat from the doorway. It was a feminine voice, a familiar one. She turned quickly, startled, to face who it was, she hadn't seen anyone come in to her office while she was outside it. When she realized who it was her worry turned into happier feelings, it was one of the math teachers... Ms. Choponis.
Ms. Choponis was a very popular teacher amongst the students. She was very young in her mid to late twenties, had an amazing figure, with long beautiful brown hair and doe eyes to match. She was very slim with an amazing behind and even better breasts. Ms. Choponis was always in a good mood and was nice to everyone at the school, a role model of sorts. She had the highest levels of attendance by students in her classes and rarely had a substitute for sick days.
"Emily, I didn't see you come in." Ms. Williamson proclaimed.
"I came in through the principal's office, so you wouldn't know until you came back in." replied Ms. Choponis.
This puzzled Ms. Williamson. She pondered for a moment why this was, before asking Ms. Choponis herself.
Ms. Choponis said nothing in response, she instead turned to face the closed doorway, locking it, then closing all of the blinds on the office windows.
"Um... Ms. Chopo-"
Ms. Choponis put a finger to her lips and signaled a silent hush to Ms. Williamson. Then walked up to her and aggressively pressed her lips against Ms. Williamson's. Ms. Williamson panicked in a sudden state of shock and stumbled backwards into the desk.
"Emily, what the fuck was that?!" Ms. Williamson bellowed in a disgusted manner.
"Come on, Sharon, we both knew this was going to happen sooner or later, don't play koi with me. I see the way you watch me. Don't think I haven't noticed you checking me out in the halls." Replied Ms. Choponis with a sense of excitement behind her voice.
"No, you're mistaken. I'm just being polite, I smile at everyone in the halls."
"That's not what I got out of it, Ms. Williamson" Ms. Choponis responded.
"Well then you're sadly mistaken. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to make it home in time to watch my recordings of 'Desperate Housewives of Uganda'." Ms. Williamson said, annoyed by Ms. Choponis' straight forward way of doing things.
She then quickly gathered her belongings and headed for the door to the office.
"Wait, Ms. Williamson, before you go I'd like to let you know that sooner or later you'll given in to me. When you do, call me."
Ms. Williamson didn't reply she simply rolled her eyes and slammed the office door behind her. She got in her car and drove home. The rest of the night was uneventful, television recordings, dinner with her cats and 'alone time' with her shower head. The whole night she tried getting that afternoon's events out of her head the best she could but couldn't manage to. It was the only thing in her mind and it took her attention off of things she needed to get done at home. Preparing a lunch for the next day, feeding her cats, setting her TV to record her favorite shows, the confrontation with Ms. Choponis got to her and changed her deep inside. The more she dwelled on it, the more she realized how alive it made her feel. It was definitely something that broke up her boring work life.
The next few days she tried to avoid Ms. Choponis at the school, but whenever she saw her she noticed Ms. Choponis grinning at her with intent. This would be from across the busy halls or from the other side of the teacher's lounge during a lunch break. She was losing sleep over it too. It started to affect her work. She'd be more tired than usual and would often forget her lunch. She was a mess and it began to show. The following Monday the principal came into Ms. Williamson's office to talk to her.
"Sharon, the other teachers and myself have noticed you have not been yourself lately, is there something you might want to talk about?" asked the principal.
Sharon had bags under her eyes that were larger than usual and her hair was a mess. She looked over to the principal without turning her head.
"No, I'm fine, I've just been losing sleep lately, neighbors have been keeping me awake with loud music." She said, her voice was groggy, "I'll tell them to keep it down when I get home."
"Good, we've been getting a lot of missed calls from people and file forms haven't been properly finished or faxed lately. We'd hate to let you go, you've been here a long time, you're like family, but if you can't serve your function I'll have to let you go." With that the principal left her office to return to his.
Ms. Williamson did not want to admit it, but she knew what she had to do.
At three O'clock that afternoon she got on the school's PA system and with a loud mechanical static,
"Would Emily Choponis please come to the front office. Emily Choponis front office, thank you." Click.
Within just a moment's time the door swung open and Ms. Choponis entered in strides.
"You called?" Ms. Choponis said with a wide smile spread across her face.
Ms. Williamson sighed deeply then pushed a fake smile, "Meet me back here, after the school clears out."
Ms. Choponis' smile couldn't have gotten bigger, she flipped her hair when she turned and left the office. Ms. Williamson sighed again, but knew deep down that this is what she had to do to. The school bell rang at three-fifteen and it wasn't until around five when all of the teachers and staff had left the school to go home, all except Ms. Williamson, Ms. Choponis, and a handful of janitorial staff members.
At five-thirty, on the nose, Ms. Choponis burst through the doors to Ms. Williamson's office, she was wearing a low cut shirt and exceedingly tight grey slacks with a pair of high heels. She reached behind herself and let down her hair while walking up to Ms. Williamson, her hair fell to her shoulders as she reached for Ms. Williamson's blouse.
"Ok I just have a couple of ground rules before we get star-", Ms. Williamson was cut off by Ms. Choponis firmly pressing her lips against Ms. Williamson's, passionately she kissed her.
Ms. Williamson was tense and Ms. Choponis could feel her resistance, so she pushed her tongue into Ms. Williamson's mouth and used it to massage her tongue and gums. Ms. Williamson was still hesitating. Ms. Choponis removed her tongue and lips from Ms. Williamson's.
"You need to relax now, give in to your desire for me." Said Ms. Choponis as seductively as possible. She then turned her back to Ms. Williamson while unbuttoning her low cut shirt. She let it drop to the floor and looked back at Ms. Williamson, "Would you mind undoing my bra?"
Ms. Williamson stepped forward and reached her hands up to Ms. Choponis' back, then unclasped her bra. It fell down passed her arms, the straps momentarily hanging off her elbows before falling to the floor. Ms. Choponis turned to face Ms. Williamson, exposing her amazing pair of breasts. This aroused Ms. Williamson, seeing a coworker half naked in front of her. She approached Ms. Choponis with an embrace, this time she took control and began once again making out with her.
This went on for a few moments before Emily pushed Sharon back against the desk, Sharon sat up on the desk and opened her legs for Emily. Ms. Choponis smiled and got down on one knee between Sharon's legs, then she slowly slid her hands up Ms. Williamson's long skirt. She gently caressed her inner thighs as she made her way up to Sharon's panties. All the while Ms. Williamson let out a series of shortened gasps and moans.
Then after a moment Sharon let out a small yelp, for Emily had reached her destination. Sharon's lace panties were already soaked. Emily looked up at Sharon with a smile and proceeded to rub Sharon's wet mound through the fabric, Ms. Williamson was extremely turned on and was already so close to release. This was the first sexual encounter she'd had in over a year. Ms. Choponis was rubbing at a steadied pace and rhythmically sped up to match Sharon's short breaths.
After a few more short moments Sharon was at the peak just before her orgasm, Emily sensed this and immediately stopped rubbing, she withdrew her hands while pulling Sharon's panties down along with her hands. Sharon sat up for a moment so the under garment would be free from under her rear. Then Emily got right back to work with her hands. After getting back into the rhythm of things Emily leaned in and gently kissed Sharon's inner thigh, this sent shivers up her spine.
She trailed the kisses up her thigh, leading up to her sopping and spread pussy. Emily seemed to be expert at pleasing other women orally. Ms. Williamson was a very experienced woman, having been around in her college days, yet this being the first encounter she'd had in a while she was still very much on edge. Although it had only just begun, Ms. Williamson was already reaching her peak, like a teenage boy for the first time. With one last exasperated moan she let loose a torrential flood of cum, squirting like a fountain all over Ms. Choponis' face. Her back was arched and her thighs clenched around Emily's head.
Emily pulled her head up from between Sharon's cum drenched inner thighs. It looked as though Emily had been sweating profusely with the amount of juice coating her face. Ms. Choponis was grinning ear to ear.
"How was that? Relieving?" Emily chuckled.
Sharon was too out of breath for words at this point. She just fell backwards sprawling out on the desk. Emily recomposed herself, standing up and straightening out her slacks. She bent over, picking up her bra and shirt, only putting on her blouse, then walked to the office door.
"I'll be in touch, Sharon. If you need me again, which I know you will, call me. Anytime." With that Ms. Choponis left the office.
Sharon stayed laying on the cold desk, in order to catch her breath. After a long break period she peeled her sweaty back off the plastic top of the desk, and picked up her panties, pulled up her skirt, then put the soaked panties in her purse before cleaning up and locking the office doors. She was a bit relieved she had been brought to sweet release, especially by her coworker. Though part of her was still on edge about what would happen in the coming days.
lesbian sex story - 50 Shades of Sharon
Re: lesbian sex story - 50 Shades of Sharon
Sharon Williamson thought her nightmare was ending, being mentally freed from Emily's grasp. She now, however, had an even bigger problem on her hands. On the night of Sharon and Emily's lustful affair, a mysterious dark figure was looming in the school hallways, capturing the entire endeavor on a video camera. Before Sharon could clothe herself and track the culprit down he, or she, was already gone. Sharon was visibly stirred, not knowing what to expect in the coming days.
The following Monday after the incident she arrived at school earlier than normal and not well rested. She was more stressed now than when she was being tormented by Ms. Choponis. When she unlocked the office door and entered she noticed a manila envelope on the desk with a bulge in the center of it.
She took strides across the room and hastily picked up the envelope then proceeded to open and dump the contents on the desk, a disk in a clear jewel case fell out with a note. Sharon picked up the disk to examine it, flipping it over she noticed writing in marker. It read: Choponis Bonus
Sharon booted up her computer and inserted the disk then unfolded the slip of paper that fell out with it. Her face lost color as she read the words therein:
This is not the only copy and the contents of the disk are preparing to be uploaded to the internet. You can stop the upload however, by meeting me in the boiler room after school on the day you receive this note. I'll be there at 6:30. If you are even a moment late the disk will be uploaded all over the web and sent to all of the email accounts of the entire school staff.
Someone you know
Sharon let the note slip from her fingers as the computer's media player loaded the disc and played the file on it. It began with a very poorly made title card and had a star wipe transition into the scene. Whoever put this together was not exactly a professional film editor, but that was the last thing on Sharon's mind as the scene opened up to Emily and Sharon undressing, followed by the two entertained in the desk in a heap of sweaty passion. It was a recording of the entire sexual encounter from start to finish. All the while heavy breathing could be heard from behind the camera, as if the one recording the ordeal was pleasuring himself, the low guttural moans indicated to her in was a male.
Then as the video arrived at the climax of the film, where Sharon squirted, drenching Emily's face in pussy cum, one final grunt was heard and the camera panned down to reveal a massive cock firing off several thick ropes of cum, easily launching 7 or more feet before splattering against the office window. The video cut from there and returned to the DVD's menu screen.
Sharon was in shock, standing still, not knowing at she should do next. After a tense moment of standing with millions of thoughts ran through her head. None were good. Then Sharon got an idea, her body sprang back to life and she raced to the office door, and turned the corner outside the office to check the window that had the semen on it. She thought she could get the proper authorities here to examine and DNA test the cum, maybe like they do in crime shows. Sharon didn't have a full grasp on how these science processes worked but it was worth a shot. She noticed that in the video the man ejaculated onto the window then began leaving the scene without cleaning it off, but as she turned and looked at the outside of the window she noticed there were no stains at all, the windows had been cleaned.
She was now completely frightened. She knew she was in trouble either way and she began jumping to conclusions. What would happen if she chose not to show up to the boiler room that night? What is going to happen to her job? Her mind raced while she stood in the hall outside the office, then without warning the disk began replaying itself. This startled her, causing her to jump. As the disk started playing again the front doors to the school opened and the first of the teaching staff had arrived for the day. The loud moaning of two women was booming from inside the office as a teacher made their way to that same office to check in for the morning. Sharon bounded to the computer in a catatonic state and ejected the disk quickly, removing it, then opening her desk drawer, she threw it in and slammed the drawer shut just as the teacher entered the office. Sharon looked like she had seen a ghost, the teacher was too tired to notice as he signed into the office.
The day couldn't have gone by any slower, as Ms. Williamson just stared off at the clock in anticipation for what was to happen. She still fulfilled her duties as secretary, but was jittery and on edge all day. She didn't even touch her lunch. She was too shaken up. As she waited for the clock to turn she couldn't help but continue overthinking the situation and she was extremely paranoid towards every single person that came through the office, whether it be staff or student. She cautiously talked to each person, wondering if they knew about the video or if they were the culprit. Her heart beat faster than usual all day. That is until the clock approached the six o'clock hour.
At the turn of the hour of truth her blood began pumping faster than ever, adrenaline coursing through her whole body. She knew she had to show up but was afraid of what would happen in that boiler room. What kind of torment would she be subjected to. Fifteen minutes before 6:30 she decided to make her way to the boiler room, in order to be early. The school was cleared out for the most part, all except a couple of janitorial staff members and the volleyball team remained. The staff were cleaning class rooms and the volleyball team was in the gymnasium. The sound of sneakers squeaking and grunts from high school girls could be heard from just outside the boiler room.
Sharon opened the door to the room and entered, she made her way to the back of the room, passing by the three large boilers, occupying the room. She got to the back of the room and noticed behind the last boiler a classroom chair, on it was another folded piece of paper and a sleeping mask used to cover one's eyes. She picked it up, unfolded the slip and read it aloud:
Good afternoon Ms. Williamson, or should I call you Sharon, or maybe even Emily's fucktoy, if you're reading this that means you arrived early, I'll be there shortly, don't worry. I just wanted to inform you that when I arrive I expect you to be in just your bra and panties and on your knees in front of the chair, then blindfold yourself with the provided mask. Non-compliance results in the immediate upload of your 'celebrity sex tape'. See you soon.
Someone you know
Sharon gulped down air, and her nervousness intensified ten fold. Who is this person?, she wondered. The anticipation was driving her mad, but she knew she had to prepare, so she followed the note's orders, slipping off her high heels and then unbuttoned her work pants, pulled them off, then removed her shirt. She was standing half naked in the room, and just as she removed her blouse the boiler room door opened. Sharon jumped skittishly at the sound of the large metal door swinging open, followed by the sound of heavy shoes striding towards the back of the room. Sharon quickly dropped to her knees, onto the cold hard pavement and slipped the mask over her eyes.
The footsteps approached Sharon and then stopped as a voice spoke up. It was distorted by what she figured was a cheap voice modulator.
"Good job, Sharon. I didn't think you'd follow through with this. Well give me moment to prepare before you get started." the electronic voice said to her.
"Wh-what am I going to be doing?" she asked, asked with a tremble in her voice.
"Why I am so glad you asked, Ms. Williamson, today you will be sucking my cock." Replied the voice, Sharon trembled when she heard him say this, "Also I love what you're wearing, a skin tone G-string and a matching lace trimmed bra. My cock is already stiff as a board, almost ripping through my pants trying to escape."
Then the man looked down at the bulge in his own pants and began unzipping his fly.
"Ok little guy you can come out to play now" he said to his dick, as he finished his sentence his massive dick flopped out of his pants, making an audible thud against his thigh. He then walked up to Sharon and grabbed the back of her head violently, "Reach out and grab it, slut."
Sharon quickly reached up and put a hand around the shaft, the man let out a sigh of relief. The cock was huge in her hand, she hadn't gotten this much sexual attention since college. She could barely wrap her fingers all the way around it, and she knew this might be a challenge for her to suck down. She stroked up the length of the cock, up to the head. She could feel the mushroom tip was fat and bulbous, the shaft being veiny and rough. Her fingers closed around the tip and she felt a huge amount of precum releasing out of his urethra.
He moaned and she shuttered, her pussy quivered, both at the girth of this cock and the sound of his pleasure escaping through his mouth. She lubed her hand up with the presemenal fluid and began pumping the rock hard dick. The man starting grunting, causing Sharon to get aroused. A wet spot became noticeable on the crotch of the thong.
She then added her left hand, grabbing loosely on the base of the cock she began twisting with her left while pumping with her right. This made the man's shaft throb and release more precum, the man saw the huge glob of Cowper fluid and forcefully pushed Sharon's warm mouth up to the head of his cock. She was resisting his pushing.
"Open that cum catcher of yours. Now!" he yelled, she flinched when he raised voice.
She opened wide and stuck out her tongue, then lapped up the warm and salty glob.
"Oh fuck baby, your tongue is so soft and moist. Keep licking." He instructed as he gasped for air.
Sharon did just that, sliding her tongue along the underside of the tip. As she jerked him off more of the fluid oozed out, in turn she licked it up, taking it into her mouth and promptly swallowed it. This went on for about a minute before he pushed her mouth over the head of his penis. She took him in and began sucking. The inside of her mouth was warm and wet. Sliding up and down the shaft, she would pause with every stroke to twirl her tongue around in circles around the tip, causing him to buck his hips instinctively.
After five or so minutes of sucking his member he pulled her by the hair off his cock, this made an audible pop as it exited her mouth. A strand of both saliva and precum connected between his tip and her thick cock sucking lips.
"Now slip out of those panties and hand them to me, then I want you to play with yourself as you continue sucking me off." He demanded.
Sharon stood and started pulling on the string of her thong, but was interrupted by the guy.
"No, no, no! Turn and face away from me, bending over while you do it. Take them off slowly too." He said.
She complied, she turned around and arched her back and sticking her thick ads out. The string of her thong barely covered her asshole, the man noticed and began jacking his Dick. Sharon could hear a wet stroking sound and soft moans escaping his mouth, as he stared at the dark brown discoloration that surrounded her tight shit pipe. Her pussy was covered nicely by the small triangular shape of the cloth, but the fabric was soaked and pressed against her slit. She stuck her ass out further to give him a better view. Then she slowly pulled her thong down past her shit hole and over her thighs, however the fabric was wet and stuck to her pussy, she applied a little more downward force and the cloth gave, peeling off from her wet pussy. This made an audible slick peeling noise.
"Fuck, Sharon, I almost came just then, probably would've coated your ass in cum, even from this distance. Now get back here and get back to sucking."
She let the G-string drop down around her ankles. She stepped out of them and picked them up, turned and handed them to the man. She then got back down on her knees and started blowing him again. As she sucked his cock she could hear him inhaling deeply, she knew he must have had them balled up and pressed against his face. She was disgusted by this thought, but whatever made this quickest and easiest for him was best for her.
With his free hand he pushed her head to get deeper in her mouth. He pushed hard hitting the back of her throat and she gagged abruptly. When this happened she accidentally closed her jaw, biting his shaft. He pulled away quickly, reaching for his cock. He slapped her across the face and she winced in pain, putting her hand to her cheek.
"Fucking bitch, you bit me!" he bellowed, "Plus you're not flicking your bean, like I told you to, slut."
"I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, I promise." She said innocently, afraid of what he would do if she screwed up again.
She then reached down to her snatch and began diddling herself. Putting two fingers in her pussy and using her thumb to rub her fat clit. The man once more pushed her head back onto his cock. She started moaning from pleasing herself, this made her mouth vibrate on his cock, intensifying his pleasure.
"Oh god, Sharon, I'm going... to..." he began thrusting his hips while still pushing her head, this face fuck pushed Sharon over the edge and she moaned loudly as her pussy walls clenched around her fingers and juices flowed out of her. Simultaneously his cock throbbed and heaved, his nuts swelled as he rammed his meat to the back of her throat. She was doing her best to suppress her gag reflex. As she came he did too. Hot and thick ropes jettisoned like water from a hose, shooting to the back of her throat. She couldn't swallow as fast as the load filled her mouth. She started choking, but his orgasm was still strong, even after four full wads of cum poured out of his cock, he just kept his cock pressed firmly at the back of her throat, not letting her breath. After shooting six extremely large blasts of hot cum his orgasm subsided. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. It made another popping noise as it escaped her wet hole. She then finished swallowing the goo.
"Ok, Ms. Williamson, that will do," he exclaimed,"... for now." He put his cock away and buckled his belt. He began to leave.
"Wait, "Sharon said", what about my thong?"
"It's mine now, they're my trophy." He replied. With that he swiftly exited the room.
When the door shut and she was sure she was alone, she took off the blindfold. She immediately noticed that he had taken all of her clothing along with her thong. He left her phone on the chair, though. She picked it up and dialed for Ms. Choponis to come pick her up with a change of clothes. She had no other choice.
The following Monday after the incident she arrived at school earlier than normal and not well rested. She was more stressed now than when she was being tormented by Ms. Choponis. When she unlocked the office door and entered she noticed a manila envelope on the desk with a bulge in the center of it.
She took strides across the room and hastily picked up the envelope then proceeded to open and dump the contents on the desk, a disk in a clear jewel case fell out with a note. Sharon picked up the disk to examine it, flipping it over she noticed writing in marker. It read: Choponis Bonus
Sharon booted up her computer and inserted the disk then unfolded the slip of paper that fell out with it. Her face lost color as she read the words therein:
This is not the only copy and the contents of the disk are preparing to be uploaded to the internet. You can stop the upload however, by meeting me in the boiler room after school on the day you receive this note. I'll be there at 6:30. If you are even a moment late the disk will be uploaded all over the web and sent to all of the email accounts of the entire school staff.
Someone you know
Sharon let the note slip from her fingers as the computer's media player loaded the disc and played the file on it. It began with a very poorly made title card and had a star wipe transition into the scene. Whoever put this together was not exactly a professional film editor, but that was the last thing on Sharon's mind as the scene opened up to Emily and Sharon undressing, followed by the two entertained in the desk in a heap of sweaty passion. It was a recording of the entire sexual encounter from start to finish. All the while heavy breathing could be heard from behind the camera, as if the one recording the ordeal was pleasuring himself, the low guttural moans indicated to her in was a male.
Then as the video arrived at the climax of the film, where Sharon squirted, drenching Emily's face in pussy cum, one final grunt was heard and the camera panned down to reveal a massive cock firing off several thick ropes of cum, easily launching 7 or more feet before splattering against the office window. The video cut from there and returned to the DVD's menu screen.
Sharon was in shock, standing still, not knowing at she should do next. After a tense moment of standing with millions of thoughts ran through her head. None were good. Then Sharon got an idea, her body sprang back to life and she raced to the office door, and turned the corner outside the office to check the window that had the semen on it. She thought she could get the proper authorities here to examine and DNA test the cum, maybe like they do in crime shows. Sharon didn't have a full grasp on how these science processes worked but it was worth a shot. She noticed that in the video the man ejaculated onto the window then began leaving the scene without cleaning it off, but as she turned and looked at the outside of the window she noticed there were no stains at all, the windows had been cleaned.
She was now completely frightened. She knew she was in trouble either way and she began jumping to conclusions. What would happen if she chose not to show up to the boiler room that night? What is going to happen to her job? Her mind raced while she stood in the hall outside the office, then without warning the disk began replaying itself. This startled her, causing her to jump. As the disk started playing again the front doors to the school opened and the first of the teaching staff had arrived for the day. The loud moaning of two women was booming from inside the office as a teacher made their way to that same office to check in for the morning. Sharon bounded to the computer in a catatonic state and ejected the disk quickly, removing it, then opening her desk drawer, she threw it in and slammed the drawer shut just as the teacher entered the office. Sharon looked like she had seen a ghost, the teacher was too tired to notice as he signed into the office.
The day couldn't have gone by any slower, as Ms. Williamson just stared off at the clock in anticipation for what was to happen. She still fulfilled her duties as secretary, but was jittery and on edge all day. She didn't even touch her lunch. She was too shaken up. As she waited for the clock to turn she couldn't help but continue overthinking the situation and she was extremely paranoid towards every single person that came through the office, whether it be staff or student. She cautiously talked to each person, wondering if they knew about the video or if they were the culprit. Her heart beat faster than usual all day. That is until the clock approached the six o'clock hour.
At the turn of the hour of truth her blood began pumping faster than ever, adrenaline coursing through her whole body. She knew she had to show up but was afraid of what would happen in that boiler room. What kind of torment would she be subjected to. Fifteen minutes before 6:30 she decided to make her way to the boiler room, in order to be early. The school was cleared out for the most part, all except a couple of janitorial staff members and the volleyball team remained. The staff were cleaning class rooms and the volleyball team was in the gymnasium. The sound of sneakers squeaking and grunts from high school girls could be heard from just outside the boiler room.
Sharon opened the door to the room and entered, she made her way to the back of the room, passing by the three large boilers, occupying the room. She got to the back of the room and noticed behind the last boiler a classroom chair, on it was another folded piece of paper and a sleeping mask used to cover one's eyes. She picked it up, unfolded the slip and read it aloud:
Good afternoon Ms. Williamson, or should I call you Sharon, or maybe even Emily's fucktoy, if you're reading this that means you arrived early, I'll be there shortly, don't worry. I just wanted to inform you that when I arrive I expect you to be in just your bra and panties and on your knees in front of the chair, then blindfold yourself with the provided mask. Non-compliance results in the immediate upload of your 'celebrity sex tape'. See you soon.
Someone you know
Sharon gulped down air, and her nervousness intensified ten fold. Who is this person?, she wondered. The anticipation was driving her mad, but she knew she had to prepare, so she followed the note's orders, slipping off her high heels and then unbuttoned her work pants, pulled them off, then removed her shirt. She was standing half naked in the room, and just as she removed her blouse the boiler room door opened. Sharon jumped skittishly at the sound of the large metal door swinging open, followed by the sound of heavy shoes striding towards the back of the room. Sharon quickly dropped to her knees, onto the cold hard pavement and slipped the mask over her eyes.
The footsteps approached Sharon and then stopped as a voice spoke up. It was distorted by what she figured was a cheap voice modulator.
"Good job, Sharon. I didn't think you'd follow through with this. Well give me moment to prepare before you get started." the electronic voice said to her.
"Wh-what am I going to be doing?" she asked, asked with a tremble in her voice.
"Why I am so glad you asked, Ms. Williamson, today you will be sucking my cock." Replied the voice, Sharon trembled when she heard him say this, "Also I love what you're wearing, a skin tone G-string and a matching lace trimmed bra. My cock is already stiff as a board, almost ripping through my pants trying to escape."
Then the man looked down at the bulge in his own pants and began unzipping his fly.
"Ok little guy you can come out to play now" he said to his dick, as he finished his sentence his massive dick flopped out of his pants, making an audible thud against his thigh. He then walked up to Sharon and grabbed the back of her head violently, "Reach out and grab it, slut."
Sharon quickly reached up and put a hand around the shaft, the man let out a sigh of relief. The cock was huge in her hand, she hadn't gotten this much sexual attention since college. She could barely wrap her fingers all the way around it, and she knew this might be a challenge for her to suck down. She stroked up the length of the cock, up to the head. She could feel the mushroom tip was fat and bulbous, the shaft being veiny and rough. Her fingers closed around the tip and she felt a huge amount of precum releasing out of his urethra.
He moaned and she shuttered, her pussy quivered, both at the girth of this cock and the sound of his pleasure escaping through his mouth. She lubed her hand up with the presemenal fluid and began pumping the rock hard dick. The man starting grunting, causing Sharon to get aroused. A wet spot became noticeable on the crotch of the thong.
She then added her left hand, grabbing loosely on the base of the cock she began twisting with her left while pumping with her right. This made the man's shaft throb and release more precum, the man saw the huge glob of Cowper fluid and forcefully pushed Sharon's warm mouth up to the head of his cock. She was resisting his pushing.
"Open that cum catcher of yours. Now!" he yelled, she flinched when he raised voice.
She opened wide and stuck out her tongue, then lapped up the warm and salty glob.
"Oh fuck baby, your tongue is so soft and moist. Keep licking." He instructed as he gasped for air.
Sharon did just that, sliding her tongue along the underside of the tip. As she jerked him off more of the fluid oozed out, in turn she licked it up, taking it into her mouth and promptly swallowed it. This went on for about a minute before he pushed her mouth over the head of his penis. She took him in and began sucking. The inside of her mouth was warm and wet. Sliding up and down the shaft, she would pause with every stroke to twirl her tongue around in circles around the tip, causing him to buck his hips instinctively.
After five or so minutes of sucking his member he pulled her by the hair off his cock, this made an audible pop as it exited her mouth. A strand of both saliva and precum connected between his tip and her thick cock sucking lips.
"Now slip out of those panties and hand them to me, then I want you to play with yourself as you continue sucking me off." He demanded.
Sharon stood and started pulling on the string of her thong, but was interrupted by the guy.
"No, no, no! Turn and face away from me, bending over while you do it. Take them off slowly too." He said.
She complied, she turned around and arched her back and sticking her thick ads out. The string of her thong barely covered her asshole, the man noticed and began jacking his Dick. Sharon could hear a wet stroking sound and soft moans escaping his mouth, as he stared at the dark brown discoloration that surrounded her tight shit pipe. Her pussy was covered nicely by the small triangular shape of the cloth, but the fabric was soaked and pressed against her slit. She stuck her ass out further to give him a better view. Then she slowly pulled her thong down past her shit hole and over her thighs, however the fabric was wet and stuck to her pussy, she applied a little more downward force and the cloth gave, peeling off from her wet pussy. This made an audible slick peeling noise.
"Fuck, Sharon, I almost came just then, probably would've coated your ass in cum, even from this distance. Now get back here and get back to sucking."
She let the G-string drop down around her ankles. She stepped out of them and picked them up, turned and handed them to the man. She then got back down on her knees and started blowing him again. As she sucked his cock she could hear him inhaling deeply, she knew he must have had them balled up and pressed against his face. She was disgusted by this thought, but whatever made this quickest and easiest for him was best for her.
With his free hand he pushed her head to get deeper in her mouth. He pushed hard hitting the back of her throat and she gagged abruptly. When this happened she accidentally closed her jaw, biting his shaft. He pulled away quickly, reaching for his cock. He slapped her across the face and she winced in pain, putting her hand to her cheek.
"Fucking bitch, you bit me!" he bellowed, "Plus you're not flicking your bean, like I told you to, slut."
"I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, I promise." She said innocently, afraid of what he would do if she screwed up again.
She then reached down to her snatch and began diddling herself. Putting two fingers in her pussy and using her thumb to rub her fat clit. The man once more pushed her head back onto his cock. She started moaning from pleasing herself, this made her mouth vibrate on his cock, intensifying his pleasure.
"Oh god, Sharon, I'm going... to..." he began thrusting his hips while still pushing her head, this face fuck pushed Sharon over the edge and she moaned loudly as her pussy walls clenched around her fingers and juices flowed out of her. Simultaneously his cock throbbed and heaved, his nuts swelled as he rammed his meat to the back of her throat. She was doing her best to suppress her gag reflex. As she came he did too. Hot and thick ropes jettisoned like water from a hose, shooting to the back of her throat. She couldn't swallow as fast as the load filled her mouth. She started choking, but his orgasm was still strong, even after four full wads of cum poured out of his cock, he just kept his cock pressed firmly at the back of her throat, not letting her breath. After shooting six extremely large blasts of hot cum his orgasm subsided. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. It made another popping noise as it escaped her wet hole. She then finished swallowing the goo.
"Ok, Ms. Williamson, that will do," he exclaimed,"... for now." He put his cock away and buckled his belt. He began to leave.
"Wait, "Sharon said", what about my thong?"
"It's mine now, they're my trophy." He replied. With that he swiftly exited the room.
When the door shut and she was sure she was alone, she took off the blindfold. She immediately noticed that he had taken all of her clothing along with her thong. He left her phone on the chair, though. She picked it up and dialed for Ms. Choponis to come pick her up with a change of clothes. She had no other choice.
Re: lesbian sex story - 50 Shades of Sharon
Sharon was eventually picked up by Ms. Choponis late that evening. Emily even brought a bath robe for her to cover up with. Emily dropped Sharon off at her car in the parking lot, but it wasn't until Sharon exited the vehicle that she realized her car keys were in her pants pockets. Dejected she got back into Emily's vehicle and explained to her the situation. This was a big problem, but considering it was Friday, she had the entire weekend to figure things out.
Sharon had no extra key to her house and was forced to stay the night at Emily's that evening. Emily lived with her fiancé and dog in a small suburban home in the larger town over. When they arrived at the house Emily led Sharon to her large bathroom and handed her a towel. Ms. Choponis had no clothing that would fit Sharon aside from a pair of sweat pants and a large baggie sweatshirt. With no other choice to be made she accepted the clothing and set it on the toilet seat while she entered the shower, getting the dried sweat and guilt washed off her skin.
She used her time in the shower to think about her next move. Should she go to the police? Should she confront all the school's janitorial staff in order to get a confession? If she did either of those things then word would get out about the tape. This would be at the cost of her career. She couldn't afford that to happen, yet she didn't know what else she could do. After taking an extended amount of time in the shower she turned off the water and dried off with the given towel.
After fixing her hair she pulled on the sweatpants and hoodie and began to leave the restroom, but before opening the door she thought she heard a soft moan, so she paused briefly to try seeing if she could hear it again. After a moment she dismissed it and opened the door into the master bedroom. Only to be faced with Emily on her knees looking up at her standing fiancé, while he had his head tilted back and stroking his cock over Emily's face. Several ropes of cum erupted out of his cock onto her face, all while she was smiling. He grunted as his cock violently spasmed.
Ms. Williamson was in a state of shock and embarrassment momentarily, so she lunged backwards into the bathroom, closing the door quickly and with a slam. She stood behind the door with her heart pounding, the blood rushed from her face as though she'd witnessed a murder. After a moment longer Ms. Choponis spoke loud enough for Sharon to hear.
"Sharon, it's ok. You can come out now. We've cleaned up and put clothes on, sorry."
Sharon, still embarrassed, hesitantly opened the door. When it was half open the door was yanked from her hand quickly by Emily. Emily had lied, she was still completely naked and face still drenched in seminal fluids. She wore a huge grin, the door being pulled combined with seeing her coworker and her coworker's fiancé naked in front of her startled her once more.
"Em- Emily..." Sharon was cut off by Ms. Choponis.
"There is something you need to see. Now."
"What is it?" asked Sharon.
Without a response Ms. Choponis led Sharon to the bed and motioned for her to sit. Sharon was nervous. The other two parties in the room being completely nude made her uncomfortable and now she was being told to come over to the bed. She wasn't in the mood to be pulled into anymore sexual situations against her better judgment. She was pretty well spent in that department. However, she still sat down on the edge of the bed next to Emily.
"Don't worry. It's nothing sexual, I just needed you out here to show you something." Emily said before producing a small laptop from the bedside table, "This was just emailed to me, while you were showering."
Emily clicked on two or three links and then a film began playing. A very familiar sound began playing through the speakers.
"Oh. My. God." Uttered Sharon.
"Yeah. I just got this. Did you know about this?" asked Ms. Choponis.
Ms. Williamson paused briefly and then let out a sigh.
"Yes, I did." She finally said.
"Well, do you know who recorded this?"
Again Sharon said yes.
"It was one of the janitors. I don't know which one though." She finished.
"This is too fucking surreal. What are we going to do?" said Emily.
"That's what I've been trying to figure out. I was blackmailed into giving the sick fuck a blowjob, then afterwards he took all of my clothing. That's when I called you. Thankfully he at least left me my phone." Sharon responded.
"Well along with the email I was sent, in addition to the video I was told to meet the guy in the men's restroom at the local bar tonight, at midnight, alone, or else the tape will get out." Said Ms. Choponis, "My fiancé said that it would be a good idea to go and meet this sick fucker, then when I get alone with him my fiancé will jump the guy."
"That's a great idea. Let's get this fucker, he deserves nothing less."
That night Emily cooked dinner for everyone and then Ms. Choponis got ready, dressing to the night. As the midnight hour approached the three of them got into Emily's car and drove out to the bar in town. When they got there Sharon was ordered to stay in the car to avoid suspicion from whoever this guy was.
Before Emily got out of the car she called her fiancé's phone, he answered his phone and she left the call going and put the phone in her pocket, this was for her husband to be able to hear what was happening once she got into the bar. He would wait for a predetermined word to be said by Emily when she had the guy alone into the restroom and then he would spring into action. It was a flawless plan.
Emily kissed her fiancé then left to go inside. Approaching the bar, rowdy sounds of patrons got louder and the smell of tobacco and alcohol began filling her nose. She opened the large wooden door and was greeted to and explosion of noise from all over the bar. The jukebox was belting today's country hits and rosy cheeked customers shared stories. Emily scanned the smoke filled room and then noticed something that made her chest drop.
"Shit." She muttered.
Sitting at a table in a far corner was every member of the janitorial staff from the school. They must all come here often as a group, Emily thought. She walked up to the bar and checked the time. Ten to twelve. She sat at the bar and ordered a beer. She tried not to look over at the table across the room, in fear of being noticed by the group. She knew at least one of them noticed her, the one that was attempting to blackmail her and Sharon.
Before finishing her first drink the bartender handed her another drink, but before she could say anything the bartender told her it was from someone seated at the janitor table. She said thanks to the bartender and pulled it closer to her. Under it was a napkin but it had something written on it. She removed the drink and read the note in her head:
Finish this drink quickly then go into the bathroom immediately afterwards, don't say a single word out loud to your husband. I see him waiting out in the parking lot. Go into the stall in the far corner of the bathroom and lock yourself inside.
Someone you know.
The words made her heart sink down lower. She knew this was bad. She picked up the drink in front of her and threw it down the hatch quickly. It was an extremely dry and toxic tasting beverage. She stood and walked to the men's restroom and didn't look back while entering. The restroom was a generic sleazy and disgusting mess of a bar restroom. Graffiti on the outside of the stalls. Mirrors chipped and cracked. On top of it all it smelled like you would expect it to.
She took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the last stall. It was one of those larger handicap stalls with a sink and a hand dryer. She opened it to find it empty. Emily entered it and closed the door behind her. After turning around to face the toilet she noticed another note, this one on the back of the toilet seat. Picking it up she read:
Now turn on the faucet and hand dryer then wait for two knocks in rapid succession on the wall from the stall next to the one you're in. Once you hear the knocking unlock your stall door then pull your pants down and bend over the sink. Do as I say without saying a single word or you know what happens.
Someone you know
Emily trembled as she let the note fall to the floor, she reached over and turned on the water faucet then pressed the button on the hand dryer. As she stepped back from the hand dryer she heard two taps on the wall of her stall, this startled her as she flinched. She did as she was told as she unlocked her door then faced away from the door, unbuttoning her jeans. She heard the stall next to her open over the sound of rushing water and whirring hand dryer. Then the sound of the main door to the restroom could be heard being locked and the lights in the restroom were shut off. Ms. Choponis was in great fear for what she knew was going to happen next. She wanted so badly to yell out for her husband to come save her but knew it was too late now.
The stall door behind her creaked open as she dropped her pants to her ankles. The person swiftly approached her and wasted no time at all. He reached over to her face and forced her mouth open with one hand and stuffed some crumpled cloth into her mouth. She knew it was a sock, based on the fabric, but she tasted something more than just sweat. Cum. The sock was soaked in semen, it was still warm and was very salty. She held back from gagging on the sock. A buzz from the drinks took hold at that time.
She could then feel him yank her lace trimmed thong down around her thighs. The sound of him spitting in his own hand followed by the slick noise of him lubing his cock with it could be heard just over the sounds of running water. Emily felt two cold skinny fingers part her lips as the thick head of his cock met the opening to her hole. Without skipping a beat he plunged into her warm pussy. He trusted forward with an immense amount of force, pushing her face close to the faucet tap. She had to put both hands over mouth to keep from yelping. The cock was much bigger and wider than her fiancé's. It was stretching her out.
Her pussy was so tight and wet it felt like a mouth with no teeth sucking his cock in. He moaned very softly as not to be heard over the water and hand dryer. He pumped his cock in and out quickly, slamming it into her quickly. With every thrust his nutsack slapped her upper pussy. This stimulated her clitoris and began getting her juices flowing and soon she felt the burning sensation build up in her loins.
He sped up faster and before Emily was about to orgasm he came first. Shooting several thick hot gooey loads deep into her drenched pussy. He quickly pulled out and her knees began buckling. He reached down into her pants and pulled out her phone from the pocket. The call was still going. He opened her camera app and snapped a photo of her pussy dripping thick white cum with his cock, still throbbing, in the frame. He then pulled up her fiancé's contact info and texted him the picture with the words 'Someone You Know' attached under the image.
The man dropped the phone in the toilet then exited quickly out the window of the restroom. Emily still panting from this quick hump and dump, with cum still oozing out, she slumped over the sink as she heard heavy pounding coming from outside the main restroom door. It was Sharon, Emily's fiancé, and the bartender slamming their fists on the door sporadically.
The plan seemed flawless anyways.
Sharon had no extra key to her house and was forced to stay the night at Emily's that evening. Emily lived with her fiancé and dog in a small suburban home in the larger town over. When they arrived at the house Emily led Sharon to her large bathroom and handed her a towel. Ms. Choponis had no clothing that would fit Sharon aside from a pair of sweat pants and a large baggie sweatshirt. With no other choice to be made she accepted the clothing and set it on the toilet seat while she entered the shower, getting the dried sweat and guilt washed off her skin.
She used her time in the shower to think about her next move. Should she go to the police? Should she confront all the school's janitorial staff in order to get a confession? If she did either of those things then word would get out about the tape. This would be at the cost of her career. She couldn't afford that to happen, yet she didn't know what else she could do. After taking an extended amount of time in the shower she turned off the water and dried off with the given towel.
After fixing her hair she pulled on the sweatpants and hoodie and began to leave the restroom, but before opening the door she thought she heard a soft moan, so she paused briefly to try seeing if she could hear it again. After a moment she dismissed it and opened the door into the master bedroom. Only to be faced with Emily on her knees looking up at her standing fiancé, while he had his head tilted back and stroking his cock over Emily's face. Several ropes of cum erupted out of his cock onto her face, all while she was smiling. He grunted as his cock violently spasmed.
Ms. Williamson was in a state of shock and embarrassment momentarily, so she lunged backwards into the bathroom, closing the door quickly and with a slam. She stood behind the door with her heart pounding, the blood rushed from her face as though she'd witnessed a murder. After a moment longer Ms. Choponis spoke loud enough for Sharon to hear.
"Sharon, it's ok. You can come out now. We've cleaned up and put clothes on, sorry."
Sharon, still embarrassed, hesitantly opened the door. When it was half open the door was yanked from her hand quickly by Emily. Emily had lied, she was still completely naked and face still drenched in seminal fluids. She wore a huge grin, the door being pulled combined with seeing her coworker and her coworker's fiancé naked in front of her startled her once more.
"Em- Emily..." Sharon was cut off by Ms. Choponis.
"There is something you need to see. Now."
"What is it?" asked Sharon.
Without a response Ms. Choponis led Sharon to the bed and motioned for her to sit. Sharon was nervous. The other two parties in the room being completely nude made her uncomfortable and now she was being told to come over to the bed. She wasn't in the mood to be pulled into anymore sexual situations against her better judgment. She was pretty well spent in that department. However, she still sat down on the edge of the bed next to Emily.
"Don't worry. It's nothing sexual, I just needed you out here to show you something." Emily said before producing a small laptop from the bedside table, "This was just emailed to me, while you were showering."
Emily clicked on two or three links and then a film began playing. A very familiar sound began playing through the speakers.
"Oh. My. God." Uttered Sharon.
"Yeah. I just got this. Did you know about this?" asked Ms. Choponis.
Ms. Williamson paused briefly and then let out a sigh.
"Yes, I did." She finally said.
"Well, do you know who recorded this?"
Again Sharon said yes.
"It was one of the janitors. I don't know which one though." She finished.
"This is too fucking surreal. What are we going to do?" said Emily.
"That's what I've been trying to figure out. I was blackmailed into giving the sick fuck a blowjob, then afterwards he took all of my clothing. That's when I called you. Thankfully he at least left me my phone." Sharon responded.
"Well along with the email I was sent, in addition to the video I was told to meet the guy in the men's restroom at the local bar tonight, at midnight, alone, or else the tape will get out." Said Ms. Choponis, "My fiancé said that it would be a good idea to go and meet this sick fucker, then when I get alone with him my fiancé will jump the guy."
"That's a great idea. Let's get this fucker, he deserves nothing less."
That night Emily cooked dinner for everyone and then Ms. Choponis got ready, dressing to the night. As the midnight hour approached the three of them got into Emily's car and drove out to the bar in town. When they got there Sharon was ordered to stay in the car to avoid suspicion from whoever this guy was.
Before Emily got out of the car she called her fiancé's phone, he answered his phone and she left the call going and put the phone in her pocket, this was for her husband to be able to hear what was happening once she got into the bar. He would wait for a predetermined word to be said by Emily when she had the guy alone into the restroom and then he would spring into action. It was a flawless plan.
Emily kissed her fiancé then left to go inside. Approaching the bar, rowdy sounds of patrons got louder and the smell of tobacco and alcohol began filling her nose. She opened the large wooden door and was greeted to and explosion of noise from all over the bar. The jukebox was belting today's country hits and rosy cheeked customers shared stories. Emily scanned the smoke filled room and then noticed something that made her chest drop.
"Shit." She muttered.
Sitting at a table in a far corner was every member of the janitorial staff from the school. They must all come here often as a group, Emily thought. She walked up to the bar and checked the time. Ten to twelve. She sat at the bar and ordered a beer. She tried not to look over at the table across the room, in fear of being noticed by the group. She knew at least one of them noticed her, the one that was attempting to blackmail her and Sharon.
Before finishing her first drink the bartender handed her another drink, but before she could say anything the bartender told her it was from someone seated at the janitor table. She said thanks to the bartender and pulled it closer to her. Under it was a napkin but it had something written on it. She removed the drink and read the note in her head:
Finish this drink quickly then go into the bathroom immediately afterwards, don't say a single word out loud to your husband. I see him waiting out in the parking lot. Go into the stall in the far corner of the bathroom and lock yourself inside.
Someone you know.
The words made her heart sink down lower. She knew this was bad. She picked up the drink in front of her and threw it down the hatch quickly. It was an extremely dry and toxic tasting beverage. She stood and walked to the men's restroom and didn't look back while entering. The restroom was a generic sleazy and disgusting mess of a bar restroom. Graffiti on the outside of the stalls. Mirrors chipped and cracked. On top of it all it smelled like you would expect it to.
She took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the last stall. It was one of those larger handicap stalls with a sink and a hand dryer. She opened it to find it empty. Emily entered it and closed the door behind her. After turning around to face the toilet she noticed another note, this one on the back of the toilet seat. Picking it up she read:
Now turn on the faucet and hand dryer then wait for two knocks in rapid succession on the wall from the stall next to the one you're in. Once you hear the knocking unlock your stall door then pull your pants down and bend over the sink. Do as I say without saying a single word or you know what happens.
Someone you know
Emily trembled as she let the note fall to the floor, she reached over and turned on the water faucet then pressed the button on the hand dryer. As she stepped back from the hand dryer she heard two taps on the wall of her stall, this startled her as she flinched. She did as she was told as she unlocked her door then faced away from the door, unbuttoning her jeans. She heard the stall next to her open over the sound of rushing water and whirring hand dryer. Then the sound of the main door to the restroom could be heard being locked and the lights in the restroom were shut off. Ms. Choponis was in great fear for what she knew was going to happen next. She wanted so badly to yell out for her husband to come save her but knew it was too late now.
The stall door behind her creaked open as she dropped her pants to her ankles. The person swiftly approached her and wasted no time at all. He reached over to her face and forced her mouth open with one hand and stuffed some crumpled cloth into her mouth. She knew it was a sock, based on the fabric, but she tasted something more than just sweat. Cum. The sock was soaked in semen, it was still warm and was very salty. She held back from gagging on the sock. A buzz from the drinks took hold at that time.
She could then feel him yank her lace trimmed thong down around her thighs. The sound of him spitting in his own hand followed by the slick noise of him lubing his cock with it could be heard just over the sounds of running water. Emily felt two cold skinny fingers part her lips as the thick head of his cock met the opening to her hole. Without skipping a beat he plunged into her warm pussy. He trusted forward with an immense amount of force, pushing her face close to the faucet tap. She had to put both hands over mouth to keep from yelping. The cock was much bigger and wider than her fiancé's. It was stretching her out.
Her pussy was so tight and wet it felt like a mouth with no teeth sucking his cock in. He moaned very softly as not to be heard over the water and hand dryer. He pumped his cock in and out quickly, slamming it into her quickly. With every thrust his nutsack slapped her upper pussy. This stimulated her clitoris and began getting her juices flowing and soon she felt the burning sensation build up in her loins.
He sped up faster and before Emily was about to orgasm he came first. Shooting several thick hot gooey loads deep into her drenched pussy. He quickly pulled out and her knees began buckling. He reached down into her pants and pulled out her phone from the pocket. The call was still going. He opened her camera app and snapped a photo of her pussy dripping thick white cum with his cock, still throbbing, in the frame. He then pulled up her fiancé's contact info and texted him the picture with the words 'Someone You Know' attached under the image.
The man dropped the phone in the toilet then exited quickly out the window of the restroom. Emily still panting from this quick hump and dump, with cum still oozing out, she slumped over the sink as she heard heavy pounding coming from outside the main restroom door. It was Sharon, Emily's fiancé, and the bartender slamming their fists on the door sporadically.
The plan seemed flawless anyways.