The thought of finally being alone with Michael and Sarah thrilled her beyond belief, but she nervously hesitated at the thought of being so reckless. Yet, she knew her body craved release, and as her rapid pulse echoed in her ears, she continued onwards.
Finally reaching Madison's office, she knocked politely, clearing her throat as she waited for her boss to answer, but none came.
After a few moments passed, Emma assumed she could enter herself, instantly she was greeted with an intoxicating aroma, a heady fusion of amber, sandalwood, and vanilla, a scent that seemed to envelop her instantly.
Madison's desk was a chaos of paperwork, glasses, and several large textbooks. Emma spotted the older woman's inviting curves beneath a sheer maroon blouse. Madison's fingers were deep inside her own folds, her eyes closed, utterly immersed in her own reverie. The room was thick with sensuality as she pleasured herself, the sounds of her wetness amplified in the silence.
The sight of Madison's arousal sent a surge of heat coursing through Emma's body, all the way down to her toes. She was unable to resist the allure of her mentor's self-exploration, and she remained glued to the spot, heart pounding wildly in her chest.
She could not deny her fascination with Madison. The brunette beauty exuded an air of authority and confidence that Emma found irresistible.
Emma hesitated for a moment, feeling guilty for intruding, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the tantalizing sight before her.
Madison's eyes were still closed, her breath coming in shallow, hurried gasps as her fingers moved deftly between her slick folds. Emma's own body responded to the erotic spectacle, her breath hitching as a familiar heat pooled in her core.
Feeling like a voyeur, but unable to look away, Emma leaned back against the door, watching as Madison's free hand reached up to cup her breast, teasing the nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse. Emma's own fingers itched to follow suit, to touch herself in time with Madison's ministrations, but she remained frozen in place.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing, but she couldn't deny that she was enjoying it.
Unable to resist the temptation, Emma slowly raised her hand under her skirt, tracing her fingers over the damp fabric of her panties, her breath catching as she felt the wetness seeping through.
She matched Madison's rhythm, her fingers delicately caressing her clit, eliciting tiny gasps that threatened to betray her secret.
As Madison's pleasure mounted, her moans filling the room, Emma too could feel the familiar tension building within her. She was on the precipice of something powerful, something exhilarating.
The anticipation was delicious, her mind a whirlwind of erotic thoughts and images, all centered around the woman before her. Madison, her mentor, her boss, the person who held the key to her future, was now the focus of her most intimate desires.
As Emma continued to touch herself, she imagined Madison's hands on her body, teasing her nipples, tracing her curves, exploring the depths of her desire.
Her breath caught in her throat as Sarah's hand came from behind, covering her mouth. Emma didn't know whose hand it was at first, but realized it was Sarah's because of Michael's essence on it.
Emma's heart raced as Sarah's hand muffled her gasps of pleasure. Her mind whirled as she tried to make sense of what was happening. She was both terrified and excited, unsure of what would happen next.
Sarah leaned in close, her lips brushing against Emma's ear. "Shhh," she whispered, "Don't make a sound."
Emma nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as Sarah's hand moved from her mouth, tracing a path down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breast.
Sarah teased Emma's nipples through the fabric of her blouse, her touch light and playful. Emma bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape her lips.
She could feel her arousal mounting, her body trembling with each teasing touch. Sarah's hand moved lower, tracing the curve of Emma's stomach, her fingers lingering on the waistband of her skirt.
Emma's breath hitched as Sarah's hand moved lower still, tracing the curve of her thigh, her touch soft and feather-light. She could feel her body begging for more, her skin tingling with anticipation.
Emma's breathing grew ragged as she felt Sarah's fingers reach the edge of her panties.
Sarah hesitated for a moment, her fingers hovering just above the damp fabric. Emma's heart raced, her mind filled with a mixture of fear, excitement, and anticipation.
Then, without warning, Sarah slipped her fingers beneath the edge of Emma's panties, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through Emma's body. Emma's breath caught in her throat as she felt Sarah's fingers brush against her folds, her body trembling with desire.
Sarah's fingers explored every inch of Emma's sex, teasing and tantalizing her in a way that only Sarah could. Emma could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.
Emma's breath hitched as Sarah's fingers brushed against her barrier. Sarah paused for a moment, looking up at Emma with a mixture of surprise and respect.
"I didn't know you were a virgin, Emma," Sarah said softly, her fingers gently circling the unbroken membrane. "I respect you even more for it."
Emma blushed, feeling both embarrassed and grateful for Sarah's kind words. She couldn't believe that Sarah had even noticed.
Sarah leaned in close, whispering in Emma's ear, "However, a woman has more than one cherry to pop," and with that, Sarah slowly began to circle the puckered hole of Emma's anus with her index finger.
Emma tensed, surprised by the new sensation. Sarah's touch was gentle, almost soothing, but Emma couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and embarrassment wash over her. She had never even considered the idea of anal play before, and now here she was, allowing Sarah to penetrate her in such an intimate way.
Sarah must have sensed Emma's discomfort, because she leaned in and whispered reassuringly, "It's okay, Emma. Just relax and breathe. You might find that you enjoy it." Sarah slowly began to push her finger inside of Emma. The sensation was strange, unlike anything Emma had ever experienced before.
Sarah's finger penetrated her slowly, gently, taking her time to let Emma adjust to the new sensation. Emma could feel herself tensing up, but Sarah's soothing voice in her ear and her gentle touch helped her relax.
As Sarah's finger moved deeper inside of Emma, she could feel her body responding in ways she never thought possible. Her heart raced, her breath came in short, shallow gasps, and a wave of pleasure washed over her like she had never felt before.
Sarah's other hand reached around and began to tease Emma's clit, her fingers moving in small, deliberate circles that drove Emma wild with desire. Emma could feel her body shaking, the tension building, her muscles clenching around Sarah's finger as she pushed deeper and deeper inside of her.
"Let go, Emma," Sarah whispered in her ear.
"Just let go." Sarah breathed, as her fingers began to move faster, her touch more urgent. Emma could feel herself losing control, her body trembling as Sarah pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
At the same time, Madison's moans reached a fever pitch. Her fingers moved frantically, desperately, her body writhing in ecstasy. Emma could feel the tension building, the anticipation growing.
And then, in a rush of pleasure, both women climaxed, their moans mingling in the air, their bodies shaking with the force of their release.
Emma collapsed against Sarah, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel Sarah's heart racing, matching her own.
As the two women caught their breath, Madison slowly opened her eyes, a sinister smile forming on her lips as she looked towards the door, now closed. Suspicion was written all over her face. Madison stood up, adjusting her clothes and taking a deep breath. "All according to plan," she said, her tone measured and controlled.
On the other side of the door, Emma couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she wondered if Madison had any idea of what had occurred while she was masturbating.
Cradled in Sarah's arms, Emma whispered, "I guess it's my turn to return the favor?" She asked, her resolve so weak she was willing to do anything Sarah demanded of her.
"What I want, you can't offer." Sarah whispered back.
Emma was confused by Sarah's response. She had expected Sarah to be pleased with her eagerness, but instead, her words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the post-orgasmic bliss.
Emma pulled back, looking at Sarah with confusion. "What do you mean? I'll do anything you want, just tell me," Emma said, her voice trembling slightly.
Sarah sighed, her expression softening. "It's not that simple, Emma. There are things you don't understand yet. Things that will change everything."
Emma's heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement. She had no idea what Sarah was talking about, but she knew that she wanted to find out.
"I don't understand. Please, just tell me," Emma pleaded.
Sarah shook her head, a sad smile on her lips. "No, Emma. You need to go home, get some rest. I need you to come back early in the morning, before sunrise. There are things you need to see, things that will help you understand."
Emma frowned, confused by Sarah's cryptic words. "But why can't you tell me now? Why do I have to come back so early?"
Sarah sighed, her expression growing serious. "Because what I have to show you is not something that can be explained. It's something you have to experience for yourself. And trust me, Emma, you're going to want to."
Emma hesitated, torn between her curiosity and her desire to stay with Sarah. But eventually, she nodded, knowing that she couldn't refuse her mentor's request.
"Okay, I'll come back. But promise me that you'll explain everything then?" Emma said, her voice wavering with uncertainty.
Sarah nodded, her expression reassuring. "I promise, Emma. Now go home, get some rest. You're going to need it." Sarah said, her voice full of concern. Emma couldn't shake off the feeling of unease as she left the office, her mind in a whirlwind of confusion and arousal.
The night had never felt so long, as Emma lay awake in her bed, her mind tormented with images of Sarah, Madison, and Michael. She couldn't believe what had transpired in the past few hours, her body still reeling from the intense orgasms she had experienced.
Emma's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her alarm clock, its shrill beep jolting her out of her reverie. She glanced at the time, her heart sinking as she realized that it was already 4 AM. She had barely gotten any sleep, but she knew that she had made a promise to Sarah, and she intended to keep it.
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