Work Bus Boobies 4

Emily kept the phone propped up so the camera stayed on her chest. She squeezed her breasts together, thumbs brushing over the stiff nipples, then pinched them harder. Soft sounds left her throat as she worked them between her fingers.

On the other end of the call the man stroked his cock in steady pulls. The head glistened; each upward stroke drew another bead of precum. He stayed silent, eyes fixed on the screen.

Emily slid one hand lower. She pushed her skirt up, pulled her panties to the side, and ran two fingers along her already slick folds. The wet sound was quiet but clear through the speaker. She circled her clit with the pad of her middle finger, then pressed harder, rubbing in small tight motions.

“You like watching me play with myself?” she asked, voice low and a little breathy. “Look how wet I am already.”

She dipped a finger inside, then a second, and fucked herself slowly while her other hand stayed on her breast, tugging at the nipple. Her hips rocked against her hand. The man on the call matched her rhythm, fist moving faster along his length, but he never spoke.

Emily’s breathing grew uneven. She added a third finger and spread them, letting the camera catch the stretch. Clear fluid coated her knuckles. She pulled her fingers out, held them up to the lens so he could see the shine, then brought them back down and rubbed her clit again with firmer pressure.

“That’s it,” she murmured. “Keep stroking that big dick for me. Don’t stop.”

The man obeyed without a word, his hand a blur now, hips shifting in his chair. Emily’s thighs began to tremble. She worked herself faster, chasing the building heat, breasts rising and falling with every short breath.

Stephen muted the call and stared at the screen.

“I can’t believe she’s actually doing this in the store. I’m impressed. I get to see this side of her.”

He stroked harder, biting his lip as he watched.

A voice carried from the front of the store. “Um… anyone here?”

Emily froze. She ended the call, yanked her blouse closed, and smoothed her skirt before standing up.

“Oh, hello there. How may I help you?”

A middle-aged man stood at the counter with a basket. He stared at her a second too long.

“I’m done… with my shopping,” he said, voice uneven.

Emily gave him a polite smile and started ringing up the items.

In his office Stephen frowned at the black screen. “Come on. I still have minutes left.”

The camera came back on a moment later, but the phone was sitting on the counter. He could hear Emily talking to someone.

“She had a customer,” he muttered.

“That’ll be thirty-eight ninety-nine with tax,” Emily said. She noticed the man still watching her closely.

“You’re Emily, right? I finally found you.”

She blinked. “Who are you?”

“I’m Jacob. You know me as Jacobbigdick. Remember?”

Emily looked blank. He pressed on.

“I can’t believe it. I’m your top spender on OnlyFans. I’ve put over thirty grand into your page.”

Stephen’s eyes widened. “Thirty grand? I never knew she had that kind of money. Why is she working here then?”

Emily forced a smile. “Oh. Yeah. Of course I remember you.”

“Does that mean I win?”

“Win what?”

“You said if one of your top spenders ever found you in person, they’d get a free fucking session.”

Emily’s shoulders dropped. She had written that. “Oh. Right. Yeah, I said that.”

“So I won?”

“Of course. Congratulations. You win a free fucking session.” Her smile looked strained.

Stephen leaned closer to the phone. “A free fucking session? She’s bolder than I thought.”

Jacob’s voice rose. “So when can we start?”

“What, now?”

“Yes. Now.”

“I’m at work.”

“I don’t care. I’m hard just looking at you.”

“I can’t. My boss is only a few feet away. I don’t want to get fired.”

Jacob pulled out his wallet. “Five thousand dollars.”

Emily stared at the cash.

"I...I can't "

“Eight thousand,” he said, counting out the bills and setting them on the counter. “Just for you.”

She looked at the money for a long moment. “Fine. In an hour my boss leaves for a meeting. Hide in the storeroom until then.”

Jacob frowned but nodded. “Fine.” He grabbed the bills back for now and hurried toward the back of the store.

Stephen ended the call and sat back in his chair. “I can’t believe she’s going to fuck someone in my store....ive longed for her and some dude came and now she's fucking that loser ...not fair...i can thirty grand tok”

He rubbed his face. “I won’t go to the meeting… No. I can’t miss it.” He groaned. “Should I stop her? Then she’ll know I found her OnlyFans.”

He sat still for a few seconds, thinking. “I could trap her instead. I want her. Not that guy.”

A plan started to form. If she was going to do this, he would make sure he was the one who ended up with her.

An hour later, Stephen took his suitcase ready to leave, he knew what will happen if he leaves but that exactly what he wanted...

“Oh, you’re leaving, boss?” Emily asked, sounding surprised.

“Yeah. Going to a meeting. Take care.” He had already set his plan in motion.

“Alright, sir. Take care.” She smiled as he walked out.

The second the door closed she flipped the open sign to closed. Jacob stepped out of the storeroom immediately 

“Finally,” he muttered. “So where do we start?” He reached for her, but she brushed his hands away.

“Not yet.” She took his wrist and pulled him toward Stephen’s office. “We’ll do it there.”

“In your boss’s office? Feisty.” He grinned as they stepped inside.

Emily locked the door, set her phone on the desk, and started a live session on OnlyFans. Comments began pouring in at once.

“Hello, everyone. Emily here. Another session, but today’s a little special. I’m with one of my top spenders.” She tilted the camera toward Jacob’s chest, careful to keep his face out of frame as he’d requested.

“He’s the only top spender who found me today, so that means he won. Yay.”

The chat filled with complaints.

Wait, why him?

I’ve spent more than that

Not fair

When’s my turn

“Aww, don’t worry. Your time is coming. Keep sending those tips and gifts. Maybe you’ll be the next winner.”

She adjusted the phone so the camera pointed lower. “Now let’s get started.”

Emily sank to her knees, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his trousers down. His cock sprang free, already hard.

“Hmmm. We have a big one.” She smiled up at the camera.