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Emma

Octavius   January 10, 2017   | 7843 Views
When sweet innocent Emma comes to work at my store she soon loses her innocence! Luxury

Emma. I run a little general store. It barely makes any profit, and fortunately I make a comfortable living from my property in the village. But my shop has one great asset – it attracts the local girls. There’s never any shortage of young lovelies looking for work to earn a bit of cash and I've found some eye candy with a decent pair of bouncers and a short skirt behind the counter attracts customers.

Perhaps I've got a reputation for having an eye for young female flesh, because most of the girls who come to me looking for a job arrive in boob clinging tops and micro skirts hardly worth the trouble of wearing. But Emma was different. Emma had just turned nineteen, a young beauty with blonde hair just to her shoulders, about to go to university and looking for a summer job. Her crisp white blouse and knee length grey skirt with tan nylons and sandals radiated respectability. She was demure and polite, I knew from her family that she sang in the church choir, and her mother had made it well known that she wasn’t allowed a boy friend till she was twenty one. But Emma’s respectable blouse and skirt couldn't hide that she was a big girl for her age with a guy’s dream figure. Somehow her virgin innocence combined with fresh young sexuality made her far more erotic than the tarts who'd worked for me before. Emma got the job.

She was shy at first but within days was an expert at the job. I hoped she didn't notice how my eyes kept locking onto the gap between her blouse buttons that showed a glimpse of her white lace bra, and her skirt as it tightened over her backside to show the curves of her bottom and the outline of her knickers underneath. Best of all was the sun dress she sometimes wore that was so thin I could see the outline of her body and her white bra and panties through it when the light was behind her. And of course I was always on the alert for upskirt glimpses of her white knickers when she crouched down.

I’m single (though I've had a good number of women) and just in my forties. I'm heavily into porn, both online and in the top shelf “men's magazines” that not a few men from the village (including Emma’s father!) come in to buy though never when Emma was around. Night after night as I ogled nude porn girls it was Emma I was seeing. When I masturbated Emma would fill my mind and it would be her vagina I'd be filling with semen. Sometimes if Emma accidentally treated me to a really good down blouse or upskirt display I'd have to visit the little toilet in the back of my shop and stroke one off, making sure I didn't grunt “Emma!” too loud and hoping Emma in her innocence wouldn't realise what the semen stains on the carpet were.

Then it happened. I was out in the back part of the shop doing some stocktaking on a quiet afternoon. Emma was in the front of the shop and the door into the front part was ajar. I happened to glance through the door crack into the front. I couldn't believe my eyes! There was Emma standing behind the counter, spread open on the counter was one of the men's magazines from the top shelf, and Emma was eagerly browsing through it. From where I was I saw that she was looking at a centrefold of a girl not much older than herself standing wide legged nude leaning back against a motorbike sticking her big boobs out. Emma gazed at it for a long time, then to my amazement her hand slid slowly down her thigh, she lifted the hem of her dress high giving a display of bare thigh, cheeky bottom and white knickers. She slipped her hand down inside her knickers and fondled her pussy. But she’d scarcely got her hand inside her knickers when the shop door opened and a middle aged woman came in. Quick as a flash the magazine disappeared, Emma’s hand was out of her knickers, she’d smoothed her dress down her thigh, and she was her usual smiling self ready to serve the customer. This was a side of sweet, innocent sexually repressed Emma I would never have dreamed was there. I'd seen this young blonde virgin as just more eye candy, at best a challenge. Now I sensed an opportunity!

My hand was kept busy that night, as with that same picture open in front of me, in my fantasies I stood astride that bike with sweet young Emma naked beside me with her furry pussy brushing my thigh and it was her hand sending my semen splashing over the handlebars, not over my bed. In the following weeks from my vantage point I spied on Emma a few more times browsing through men’s magazines. I also noticed that some of my stock of men's magazines were missing. Of course no one would have suspected Emma! It dawned on me that if I played it right there was a chance of getting more from sex-crazed Emma than just seeing her play with her pussy in her knickers and in my masturbation fantasies.

My opportunity came sooner than I'd expected. I stepped into the shop from the back room late one day when we were about to close and I caught Emma in the act. She’d come that day in a thin red short sleeved dress that buttoned up the front. One of my magazines was open on the counter in front of her. I saw she was reading one of the readers sex fantasy stories, and she had her hand under her dress gently massaging her sex mound. She was so engrossed in the story she didn't notice me until I put my hand up her dress from behind and patted her bottom through her thin knickers. She jerked as if she’d been shot, spun to face me with her face bright red.“I'm so sorry Mr Thompson! Please forgive me! I won't do it again! Please, please, please don’t tell my mum!”She started to cry, setting her big breasts bobbing. My chance had come!

"I just want sex Mr Thompson, like the girls in the pictures and in those stories. Forgive me!”I put my hands on her waist and started to comfort and reassure her.“Don’t worry my dear. We all like reading those magazines. Calm down my dear ….” I said, and more stuff like that. She didn’t seem to notice or mind that my hands were slowly slipping down her sides, over her hips and onto her thighs. I started gently stroking her thighs as if to comfort her, but slowly lifting her dress as I did till I was stroking her bare thighs. It had the desired effect. She stopped snuffling, and a mischievous smile appeared on her pretty face. “Mmmmmmm……” She purred “that's nice. Do you like doing that to me Mr Thompson?”“I certainly do Emma”I replied i'd lifted her dress so high I could see her white cotton knickers bulging over her mound, with a wet patch just where her slit would be.

“Ooooooooohhhh! ……….. Touch me between my legs! ………. I’ve never been touched there by a man.” I’d scored! She gasped, moaned, trembled and spread her legs wide as I lightly caressed her mound through the thin cotton of her knickers, tickled her along the thin gusset strip under her between her legs, and ran my fingertips over the soft smooth flesh of the tops of her thighs, then slipped my hand down inside her knickers and cupped my hand over her mound. Her soft pubic hair was moist. She cried out excitedly when I eased my finger between her vagina lips.“Ohhhhh! That's so good!”She looked up at me.”“Would you like to see me doing things like the girls in those magazines Mr Thompson? Would you like to take some pictures of me? I can stay late. My parents are out.”

"I certainly would Emma." I replied "Shall we go upstairs?”

i live in a flat above the shop. We went upstairs into my lounge and I got my camera.“What would you like to see me do Mr Thompson?”I swallowed. All the filthy things I’d imagined this little whore doing while I masturbated thinking of her flooded into my mind.

"I'd like to watch you slowly taking your clothes off Emma. Start by crouching on the coffee table with your knees together.”She did just that, showing an appetising little peep of her white knickers.“Now slowly swing your legs as wide as you can get them”She spread her legs wide, treating me to full frontal upskirt of her white knickers.“I'm sorry I'm not in exciting underwear like the girls in the pictures Mr Thompson. My mother always says good girls wear white underwear.”I could imagine her mother saying that. “I think your knickers are very sexy just the way they are Emma”

She slowly unbuttoned her dress at the front and let it drop behind her off her shoulders. The cups of her good girl white bra only just slung her hefty breasts. I took some underwear shots then off came her bra, and she knelt on the table with her big breasts swinging gently.“It's so exciting …. A man seeing my breasts. Do you like my breasts Mr Thompson? They're as big as the girls in the pictures.”They certainly were! I told her they were delicious, and ran my hands over them to express my admiration. Her pink young nipples were already erect and I brushed them with my fingers the way that always turns girls on. I snapped her from every angle as she slipped her good girl white knickers off with my camera folIowing the white cotton every inch down her long legs. She knelt on the table with her legs wide for me to snap her nude. Her young love slit was ringed by a neat bush of fresh brown pubic hair. Spreading her legs pulled her vagina open and I moved in for a close for a shot of her pink, juice soaked labia. “My mother says only dirty girls have hair between their legs. I'm not a dirty girl Mr Thompson.”I grinned at her but didn’t say anything.

She looked at me as if she wanted to say something but her face went red with embarrassment before she spoke. “Mr Thompson, will you show me your …….. thing.” She blushed as if good girls don't say words like cock, dick or penis. “I've never seen a naked man.”I didn’t need much prompting. My “thing” felt like it was going to explode out through my pants. I unzipped, eased it out and stood with it pointing at her straining with lust for that sweet young slit peeping through her neat brown bush, then stripped naked. Though I'm twice her age I keep myself fit and muscular. I've got nothing to be ashamed of, especially not my eight inches of hard muscle. I nearly jerked my load when she ran her fingers over my balls and shaft, then held my shaft in her hand gently stroking it.“Is that nice? It's so big and stiff!” She gave me a mischievous grin. Lust and excitement were replacing her shyness! “Will you show me how a man …… does it?” she blushed again. I wondered what she meant, but her next words made it obvious. “I know my brother does it in bed at night. I can hear his bed rattling in the bedroom next to mine. Then he goes really fast and grunts and yells out my name.”

I never mind “doing it” as she put it, even better while ogling porn, best of all with a sex mad nineteen year old blonde beauty in front of me in reach of my spare hand! I stood in front of her aiming my nozzle at her belly button and put on a meaty show for her, stroking and tugging full length with my fist round my shaft like I’d been doing at her brother’s age over my dad’s secret stash of men's magazines and with my big sister’s panties borrowed from her wash basket hung over my hard up shaft. But instead of just imagining sister’s body I ran my other hand over the deliciously soft smooth young flesh of the real thing, feeling her breasts, her thighs and of course her furry pussy and juicy labia. I took my time, grunting and thrusting my sex kit toward her so close my knob was brushing her body between her navel and her bush. I came with my spare hand playing with her breasts and squirted a hefty cumshot of semen over her front, making sure I grunted “Emma!” Like her brother as he fucked her in his dreams. I stepped back with a strand of semen dripping from my nozzle. With a look of amazement on her face she watched my sex cream trickle down her front, across her navel and catch in her bush.

“The girls at school showed me with a bottle how boys do it. I didn’t believe her but now I've seen it! Go on, take some more pictures of me!” she gasped, fingering her labia. It was time for the real penis stretcher poses! I got her to bend over the table the way I'd have her from behind and spread her legs wide for a penis eye view of her well rounded bottom and her vagina. She posed for me on the big round rug on my floor for in my other favourite sex positions: laying on her back with her legs wide and folded up so her knees were near her shoulders ready to climb on top of and slide my hungry muscle in deep; squatting with her legs wide as if she was astride me sliding her wide open pussy up and down my shaft giving me girl on top. I got her to sprawl on the floor and over the furniture in the hottest poses I could imagine, spreading her legs as wide as she could and thrusting her breasts out. And I could tell that the hotter the poses were getting the hotter she was getting!

She was on her back with her legs as wide as she could get them when her hand went down between her legs, she slipped two fingers into her vagina and cried out “I'm so excited! I've got to do it!”I just managed to switch my camera to video mode before she began to masturbate. I got close ups of her fingers in her slit working her vagina lips and clit, caught her breasts quivering with the rhythm of her stroking hand, and as she writhed with her rising pleasure. I got some spectacular footage of the final moments as her orgasm rose, with her hips thrusting up as if against a boy on top of her, and of her juddering and squirming as her climax exploded and she shook with every pulse of what was obviously a terrific orgasm. Afterwards she lay there panting, holding her hands over her mound.“That was so good!” She gasped “I've been pleasuring myself since I was thirteen but I've never had one as good as that. It was so much better with a man watching! Thank you! Thank you!”

Then she looked at me with that mischievous look in her eyes again.“What's ‘sucking off’ Mr Thompson? My friend Linda at church says she sucks her boyfriend off. She says he likes it as much as sex and that she can't get pregnant sucking off. Will you show me? Oh please!”Needless to say, after Emma’s nude performance and watching her play with herself my “thing” was up rock hard ready to demonstrate ‘sucking off’.“There are lots of positions for sucking off Emma. Shall I show you my favourite? I think most boys would like it in that position.”“Go on! Yes!”

I lay on my back on the rug. My hard up erection felt deliciously heavy bending stiffly up over my belly.“Now kneel astride me Emma, with that neat little bush between your legs above my face.” A moment later the inside tops of Emma’s soft warm thighs were brushing my face and her pubic hair was tickling my lips. I caressed her smooth legs, and ruffled her cunt hair and tickled her labia with my tongue. She trembled and gave a little gasp.“Oooh do that again! It's so nice!” I was happy to oblige.’“Now Emma, lick me across that little nozzle at the end of my thing”This time it was my turn to tremble and grunt.“Like that Mr Thompson?”“Just right Emma” I managed to gasp. “Now take just the head of my thing in your mouth and roll your lips and tongue over it.”I involuntarily gripped her thighs and my hips arched upward from the explosion of sex pleasure as Emma did just that. “Now Emma, squeeze your lips round my shaft and slide them smoothly up and down my shaft, right up over its head.”“Like when you were stroking it Mr Thompson?”Emma was a fast learner! Her erect nipples brushed over my belly as she rocked backwards and forwards above me with her soft wet lips exquisitely squeezing and stroking the whole length of my shaft, from her lips meeting my pubic hair up to just kissing my nozzle. As she sucked me off I fondled her legs and pleasured her vagina lips with my lips and tongue, feeling her little tremble of pleasure every time I licked her. I managed to hold back for ages with my shaft feeling it was going to snap, till I thrust up frantically trying to shove my shaft as far as I could down her throat. As I filled her mouth I pulled her down by her thighs to press her cunt hard against my face.

“Did I do that right Mr Thompson?” She asked after she’d climbed off me.“Perfect Emma”“My mum says I can’t have a boyfriend till I'm twenty one. But then ……. Will you teach me what boys want Mr Thompson, like in those pictures and the stories?”“I'd be only too pleased to do so Emma” I replied. I paid Emma generously for working overtime, and for the overtime she put in during the months she was working in my shop. By the time she left and went to university she was ready for any boy, and though she still wore her white underwear she was anything but a good girl!

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