The Experiment

Chapter One-2

No one, as far as she could remember, had ever spoken to her in such a caring, intimate manner. Emily felt sad suddenly and completely alone in the world.

“Why do you care so much about me?”

“I care about all the employees at the company.”

“I no longer work for your company.”

Mr. Miller put his drink down.

“Well, I have a proposition to change that. I’m surprised I didn’t think of it earlier.”

Mr. Miller turned to face her on the couch.

“Emily, I’m looking for someone to hire as my personal assistant. The applicant must be very discreet as they would be privy to some of the most intimate details of the company, as well as my personal life. I think you may be just the person I’ve been looking for to fill the position. The hours are quite flexible and the workload is light, which would give you more time to care for your ailing mother. You’ll have your own office right across the hall from mine and your pay would be significantly increased.”

“Increased?”

Reaching across the couch, Mr. Miller placed his hand directly on Emily’s knee.

“I am prepared to double your current salary.”

Mr. Miller touched her skin and a pleasant tingling sensation traveled up Emily’s leg to the warm, intimate place between her thighs. The CEO looked into her eyes, leaned in and gave her another kiss. His lips felt soft to Emily. After the kiss, Emily shyly looked down and saw the ring on his finger. She immediately felt ashamed, deeply ashamed.

How could I let this happen?

She leaned away from her employer.

“Mr. Miller. You’re married…”

Mr. Miller nodded, took her chin in his hand and pulled her close.

“Kiss me, Emily. I want you to kiss me now…”

It was shameful, but something at the core of her being compelled Emily to part her lips and allow Mr. Miller’s tongue to slip inside her mouth. As the tips of their tongues touched, Mr. Miller’s hand slipped under her skirt and moved slowly up her thigh to the front of her panties. His touch made her skin tingle. Despite how indecent it made her feel, the intimate space between her thighs grew moist in response.

“Please, Mr. Miller. Stop…” she whispered.

Mr. Miller gently spread Emily’s knees apart and she provided no resistance. His fingers slipped under her panties and began lightly stroking the open lips of her s*x. Emily leaned her head back on the couch and sighed in pleasure.

“Are you sure you want me to stop, Ms. Williams?”

Emily opened her mouth, but rather than responding she shut her eyes. She felt the CEO’s fingers slip in and out of her opening, his thumb brushing lightly over her c******s, his palm pressing closely against the lips of her s*x. Instinct took over and Emily gave in to the pleasurable sensations. As he continued to penetrate her with his fingers, she rocked her pelvis against him, simulating intercourse. After a moment, Emily’s thighs began to quiver uncontrollably and a wave of pleasure washed over her, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. When Mr. Miller finally removed his fingers from her womb, a musky scent filled the room. Emily’s skin felt warm afterwards and alive with sensation. She opened her eyes and noticed a thick, creamy white secretion oozing out of her opening. Mr. Miller raised her chin and made eye contact with her. Embarrassed by her physical response, Emily squeezed her thighs together and cast her eyes downward.

“Why am I… What is happening to me?”

“It’s called an orgasm. Haven’t you ever had one before, Emily?”

Emily couldn’t recall and shook her head no. After a moment, Mr. Miller helped her off the couch into a kneeling position in front of him. Unable to stop what had already been set in motion, she began unbuttoning the CEO’s shirt while Mr. Miller unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and removed his clothes. After taking off his socks and shoes, Emily couldn’t help notice the CEO’s body, towering above her. Thick blood vessels protruded out from under the skin of his arms, starting from his wrists and snaking up and over his biceps. Despite his age, Mr. Miller’s chest was well-defined and his lower abdomen was rippled with muscle. Below, curly wisps of black hair drew Emily’s eye to his large thick p***s. It stood straight up, pointing upwards over his pelvis and thighs, defying gravity and pulsing with life, a cannon ready to explode. It seemed alive with desire, the shaft shimmering with bluish-green veins bulging out of the sides and pumping blood up to the thick, bell-shaped head. The red slit at the tip looked petulant to her, upset, even angry, a pair of pouting lips demanding her attention and desperate for satisfaction. Emily tried to remember if she had ever looked so closely at a man’s p***s before. Suddenly, a flash of memory once again reappeared from the hidden recesses of her mind. It was a familiar thought, as if she had found herself in the same position before, kneeling in front of the same couch with the same man. But just as she tried to capture the memory, her mind went blank and the lights turned off again.

Just as she imagined earlier, her hand slowly reached out and came to rest on the warm shaft, her fingers closing around the flesh just above his scrotum. Mr. Miller tilted his head back and exhaled as Emily began sliding her fingers up and down the length of his p***s, from the base to the rim.

“That feels so good, Emily,” he said.

He said that before, or someone else did, I think.

The little slit at the tip seemed to be watching her, opening and shutting its eye in a flirtatious wink and beckoning Emily to take it between her lips with each pull of the flesh. As she tugged on the shaft, Mr. Miller leaned forward to set a pillow under Emily’s knees, brushing the smooth surface of his p***s lightly against her cheek. She realized immediately how much she liked the sensation of the long hard rod touching her face. Rubbing the stiff flesh against each side of her cheeks and opening her mouth, Emily grazed the head and rim against her upper and lower lips. Her mouth watered, a deep craving within her took over, and Emily took the tip of Mr. Miller’s p***s into her mouth and began to rhythmically suck on it. She heard him breathe out in satisfaction as she swallowed more of his flesh while increasing the intensity of the suction. After making his p***s slick with her saliva, she slowly traced the large vein running down the side of his shaft with her tongue, before resting her cheek against the soft flesh of his scrotum. After caressing both testicles in her palms, she took the sensitive and vulnerable area into her mouth. Mr. Miller moaned as she took each side between her lips, licking the smooth rounded surface and suckling upon them with great pleasure. Then, tracing her tongue back over the vein back up to the tip of his p***s, Emily opened her lips wider and took the full length of his shaft into her mouth and down her throat, swallowing it completely. Tears came to Emily’s eyes as she sucked back up to the rim.

Intuitively, she sensed Mr. Miller would not be able to hold back much longer. Though her memories of the past were unclear, Emily knew she wasn’t afraid of pleasing a man in this manner. It seemed to come quite naturally to her. While sucking as hard as she could on the head and rim of his p***s, Emily gently held his testicles in her palms. It didn’t take much longer. Thrusting over and over into her mouth and tilting his head back, Mr. Miller ejaculated directly into Emily’s mouth in several strong bursts. She swallowed, and the semen slipped easily down her throat. Emily sucked out the remaining drops before Mr. Miller removed his p***s from her mouth.

After it was over, Emily got up from the floor and sat down on the couch, feeling an immediate and intense regret for her actions.

What have I done? He’s married. How could I let this happen?

The CEO tried to make conversation while he dressed.

“You are a very attractive woman, Emily. You really are. I’m so glad we had this time together.”

Emily could still taste his semen in her mouth. Glancing at his wedding ring, she covered her eyes in shame.

My mother would be so ashamed if she knew.

“Are you OK, Emily? Do you still have a headache?”

Emily didn’t answer. After Mr. Miller finished dressing, he put his arms around her and brushed his fingers through her hair.

“Did you like kissing me and swallowing my semen?”

Though humiliated, some force inside compelled her to nod in response. He held her close and placed a hand on the curve of her ass. She felt it there, squeezing her flesh.

“I feel so close to you. Do you feel close to me, Emily?”

She searched her soul and realized she felt nothing after swallowing his semen, nothing at all.

“I didn’t force you, did I?” Mr. Miller asked. “I know we work together and it’s wrong, but you seemed like you wanted to do it. Was I wrong to think that?”

“No,” Emily said.

With one hand remaining on her ass, Mr. Miller slipped his hand inside her blouse and gently fondled her breasts, feeling their weight in his palm.

“Please don’t feel embarrassed or ashamed about what just happened, Emily. You gave me so much pleasure. I hope I haven’t ruined everything between us…”

Inappropriate images once again filled Emily’s mind: rubbing his p***s with her hands and sucking on it, licking the sides with the tip of her tongue, suckling the tender soft skin of the scrotum, taking the head and p***s once more into her mouth and sucking on it harder and harder until his semen exploded into the back of her throat, swallowing his semen, sucking out the last drops from the slit at the tip… and craving more. She shut her eyes again and tried to push the indecent thoughts out of her mind. Finally, Emily stood up from the couch while Mr. Miller finished dressing and walked toward the door.

“Where are you going, Emily? Are you leaving?”

“Yes.”

“So soon?”

“Please open the door, Mr. Miller.”

“Of course. But before you go… do you accept the position as my personal assistant? You can start tomorrow.”

Mr. Miller approached from behind. Emily stood with her back to him, watching the red light on the door blink on and off.

I should turn around and face him. Perhaps I’m being rude, but I don’t want to look at him right now.

“I don’t think I can work for you, Mr. Miller, after what happened.”

Inching closer, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You’re so… pretty, Emily. Your lips, your eyes, the perfect facial structure, almost too good to be real. But you are real Very real.”

Mr. Miller put his arms around her from behind and fondled her breasts.

“I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I can’t seem to get you out of my mind or keep my hands off your breasts.”

Emily liked having her breasts fondled, but she fought the urge to give in to her pleasurable feelings.

“Please open the door, Mr. Miller.”

“I know how lonely you are. I can take that feeling away for you,” Mr. Miller said, her breasts cupped in his hands.

Why is he saying that? What gives him the right?

“I’m not lonely,” Emily said.

“I think you are,” Mr. Miller replied.

She turned to face him.

“I’ve never even spoken to you until today, Mr. Miller. You know nothing about me.”

“That’s not true, Emily. I know everything about you. I created you…”

What?

Emily looked into his eyes, confused. He leaned in and kissed her. Then Mr. Miller touched the lock with the tip of his finger. A green light spun in circles around the knob and the blinking on the casing turned from red to green. The bolt slid out of the lock and Mr. Miller opened the door.

“I’ll be in the office tomorrow afternoon,” he said. “If I don’t see you, I’ll assume you’ve declined the job offer. But if you don’t come back, I want you to know… I’ll miss seeing you here, Emily. I really will.”

Emily walked past Mr. Miller, out of his office and down the corridor without looking back.