The next evening, Emma got ready for the work party. Her stomach bubbled with the excitement of seeing Max that night.
Earlier that day, she visited the sex shop Jenny had recommended to her. She had arranged a special surprise for him. She found one of the diamond butt plugs that Viv had been wearing. It was now inserted in her ass, ready for Max to find later on.
Emma slipped her feet into her silver stilettos and studied herself in the mirror. Gone was the mousey brown and black that she had worn for years. Tonight she wore a long red fitted dress with a slit right up to her hip. Her hair was in a loose chignon and her makeup was sultry. Her taxi beeped outside and she ran out of the house, eager to meet her date.
As Emma walked into the ballroom at the hotel, she felt all eyes turn to her. Most of the other women were in muted colors, nude, white, black. The old Emma would have been mortified to be the center of attention, but using her new-found confidence, she strutted right over to the bar where Max was waiting.
“Emma, wow,” he exclaimed, “just wow.”
“Thank you,” she said, calling the bartender over to order a drink. Suddenly, she felt an arm slip around her waist from the opposite side of Max. Confused, she looked up and saw Peter Harris, another co-worker from her floor. He had obviously been drinking for quite a while, his tux was already dishevelled and she could smell alcohol.
“Well, damn, Emma!” he slurred as he peered down the neckline of her dress into her cleavage.
Emma felt Max stiffen beside her, his face was hard and he was staring at Peter.
Slipping out from under Peter’s arm, she picked up her drink from the bar and turned to leave. “Thank you, Peter,” she said evenly, “your tie is crooked, by the way.”
Emma walked off with Max close behind her. He was still shooting daggers at Peter.
“Don’t worry about it,” Emma said with a wave of her hand, “everyone knows he’s a jerk.”
They joined some of their co-workers at a table where they drank and laughed together, unable to keep their eyes off each other. As the band began to play, couples made their way out onto the dance floor.
“Would you like to dance?” Max asked her, brushing a loose piece of hair from her face.
“Sure, just let me freshen up first.”
Emma left the ballroom to search for the bathroom. She was tipsy from both the alcohol and the feeling of having Max all to herself and she felt aroused by the feeling of fullness the butt plug gave her.
Emma reached a dead-end on the corridor she had been following and cursing, she turned back. Blocking her path, was a man, draining the last of his drink from his glass. Emma’s heart sank as she realized it was lecherous Peter Harris once again.
“I know a secret about you Emma,” Peter said in a silly singsong voice.
“Congratulations?” Emma said shortly, trying to brush past him, but he quickly caught her by the waist and pushed her up against the wall.
“Peter, take your fucking hands off me, right now,” Emma shouted.
“I couldn’t get into conference room B the other day, do you know why?” Peter continued, ignoring Emma’s protests. He grabbed both of Emma’s wrists and pinned them to her side and began to rub his erection against her crotch.
“Peter you have exactly five seconds to take your hands off me,” Emma warned him, struggling under his tight grip. Peter licked her neck, the sour smell of whiskey and cigarettes pervading her nostrils.
“I couldn’t get in, Emma, because you were fucking someone inside. Can it be my turn with Emma the dirty office whore?”
Emma had enough, as Peter moved in to kiss her, she pulled back her head and cracked him as hard as she could in the nose. Peter staggered back just as Max rounded the corner. His eyes moved from Emma to Peter and as he realized what had happened, he lunged for the pathetic figure hunched on the floor cradling his bloody nose.
Emma jumped between them. “Let’s just go home Max,” she said, “he’s not worth it.”
Max looked like he was going to ignore Emma’s plea. After a moment of hesitation, he took her hand and led her down the corridor, his breathing coming fast and quick with temper. Outside, they jumped in a taxi and headed for his house. “I should have killed that guy,” he said.
“Max, I am well able to take care of myself,” Emma said firmly, then her expression softened and she whispered in his ear, “but you can take care of me when we get to yours”
An hour later in Max’s living room, they were relaxed drinking wine, when Max remembered his surprise.
“So what is it?” he asked eagerly, taking her glass of wine. Silently, Emma stood and pulled her dress up above her waist. She had gone commando and she turned her back to Max, bending over slightly, she heard him gasp.
“I told you the other night what I want you to do to me,” Emma said.
Max stood and unzipped his pants, his cock erect and slowly he put it in her pussy.
Emma had never felt so full before. As Max worked in and out of her pussy, he spread her ass cheeks and slowly pulled out the plug.
“Oh my god, Emma!” he whispered as he circled her gaping asshole with his finger.
Emma grabbed her purse off the table and handed him a tube of lube. “Fuck my asshole,” she told him looking into his eyes as she leaned forward on his sofa.
Without a word, Max lubricated his cock and slowly began to insert it into Emma.
She gasped at the sensation. It wasn’t painful, but she could feel her puckered hole stretching around his cock. The nerve endings were tingling and she began to play with her clit as he moved in and out a little further every time.
“Oh baby, I’m going to come soon,” Max groaned as he watched his cock move in and out of her virgin hole.
Emma wasn’t listening, her own orgasm was already breaking, the sensation of her full asshole making it stronger and deeper than any she had experienced with vaginal intercourse.
Max felt her tighten around his cock and began to pump harder as he came. When he was done, he watched in awe as he pulled his dripping cock out of her ass.
“Emma,” he said as he turned her around and kissed her long and hard. “Can… I keep you?” Emma smiled to herself as he got up off the couch.
She might just keep him too.