Jemma Jey Overtime Part 1

SEXSTATION ARCHIVES

Originally Posted:  Thursday May 28th 2009

Celia and I worked late when the many of the others had gone home or down to the pub.  Often we joked that we were the only ones who ever did any real work on the websites.  On this particular evening we had only a little more to do before we were able to make the website live and both of us agreed to get it done before we went home.

That’s when something happened that we didn’t expect.   We needed more images, we were short of about five; someone in their wisdom had deleted them from the set.  The pictures needed to be of Jemma Jey tied up in ropes, but Jemma Jey was unavailable.  It was then that Celia came up with a wonderful idea.

“We don’t actually have to show Jemma’s face do we?”  Asked Celia, “In those pictures I mean.”

“No we don’t,” I said, “but what do you mean?”  I asked.  Then it hit me.  “You’re not thinking that we can do this ourselves are you?”

“Why not?”  She asked nonchalantly, “There’s nothing those smart arse photographers can do that I can’t, except get a massive erection whilst shooting!”  She laughed raucously.

“I’m not getting dressed up and then tied up,” I protested.

“You don’t have to get dressed up, look at the pictures so far,” she said, showing me her monitor, “you see, Jemma is naked all but her panties.”  There was a pause.

“No!”  I said firmly, “I’m not doing it.  For starters, you’ll tell them all in the office that it’s me on the site, and besides the members will know”

“They won’t,” she said reassuringly, “besides; your body’s very similar to Jemma’s anyway.  We can edit the pictures a bit; you know, touch them up.  We just won’t show your tits or anything.  Maybe the arch of your back with your hands behind?”

The more she talked about it, the more I started to think that it was a good idea.  I knew that it was a better idea than getting Jemma back in to do the shots.  I wouldn’t be happy about having to come in to do it again because some idiot had lost the pictures; and that said fool would probably blame Celia and myself anyway.

“Alright then!  For Christ sake, I don’t believe I’m doing this though,” I said.

“Right, we need some rope, and we need you in Jemma’s pants!”  Celia laughed again so loud that it almost hurt my ears.

“Alright, don’t get too excited!”  I said, joining her.

“I’ll look for Jemma’s underwear, or at least something close and you go find some rope,” she said, beginning to organise her thoughts and calm down a little.

I rummaged around in various drawers and cupboards until I came to the office of our head of online.  I opened his door and walked in.  When I opened the first cupboard a huge blue dildo fell out onto the floor closely follow by a penis enlarger and very much to my surprise just what I wanted, a length of rope.  I still have no idea to this day what he wanted with the rope, the other things I can imagine.

Celia and I both held up our quest items like prizes and laughed.  “They look just like her panties,” I said, taking the thong from Celia’s hand.  “Why do I have to wear them anyway?  Why don’t you dress up?”

“I’ve got the wrong skin colour, and besides I’m a better photographer!”  She answered cheekily.

I stripped down to my own panties in front of Celia.  I didn’t mind.  After all, we’d been in changing rooms together and the sauna.  However, I did duck behind a desk to put the panties on.  I came out laughing at myself. “Do you want to look in the mirror?”  Asked Celia as she looked me up and down.

“No, I don’t think so,” I said.  I felt unusual as Celia watched me approach her.  I felt as though I was performing, and it didn’t feel all bad.

“You look great!”  She said enthusiastically, “you should do this full time; you’d make more money perhaps.”  When she said this she reached around and smacked my ass.  I couldn’t quite believe it at first, but then I just laughed out loud as though nothing had happened.  I actually felt wet in the panties.

“Alright where’s the camera?  I’m ready for my close-up,” I said as I pulled a cheesy pose with my hands around my face like a frame.

“First, the rope!”

Celia turned me and started to tie my wrists in the thick rope.  She hurt me a couple of times and I got the impression that she was enjoying herself.  There was something about the way she was breathing hard into my ears from behind.  It reminded me of my boyfriend when he leaned forward to fuck me from behind.  I got even wetter between the legs.

She tied the wrists as tight as they would go.  “Isn’t that a little too tight?” I asked, feeling even more turned on.  My boyfriend had tied me up a couple of times in the past and we had lots of fun.

“I think that’ll do fine,” said Celia breathing out deeply.  “You like this don’t you?”  She asked, “I can tell,” she continued not waiting for me to answer.  “I’ve been wanting to get you like this for a long time.  To get in control of you and do things to you.”  She went silent.

At first I thought she was joking, but the silence spoke a thousand words; she really did want me like this.  The funny thing was that I couldn’t care less.  I went along with it, just in case she was kidding; you never could tell with Celia.  This way I could make her back out first and laugh at her.  But just then I felt her hands on my naked thighs.  She stroked down the back of them all the way to the back of my knee and then back up again to my arse.

I moved a little but couldn’t really go far because I was unbalanced with my hands tied this tightly behind my back.  It felt very erotic to be tied in this way and unable to see Celia.  I thought for a brief moment that were we to look at each other in the face, we would probably both start laughing and call the whole thing off.  This was certainly not what I wanted; I loved every minute of this attention.

Before long one of her hands passed what I would call the point of no return, and it actually felt the wetness of my knickers.  I heard her gasp a little from behind me and then I felt the hand with a little more force rubbing against my wet snatch.

I didn’t move a muscle, only slightly squatted to allow Celia better access.  She certainly made good use of it, because without any more messing about she yanked my panties to one side and grabbed hold of my pussy like it was something that could be taken off.  She rubbed in between its lips and spread out the moisture so it wet my bottom also.

I groaned and looked over my shoulder.  I saw her briefly, but it wasn’t the same Celia I work with day in and day out.  This woman was very different indeed.  There was a fire in her eye, and she darted me a look that said, ‘don’t you fucking move, I mean to have you!’