JEMMA JEY
My name is Nola and I work as a graphic designer with my friend Celia. We work mainly on sex sites and solo girl sites in particular. There isn’t much that Celia and I won’t do in order to make a girl’s website something very special indeed. This is the story about how much fun I had creating Jemma Jey’s website with Celia.
Celia and I often worked late when the others had gone home or down the pub. Sometimes we joked that we were the only ones who ever did any real work on the websites. On this particular evening in question we had just a little more to do before we could 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 foresee. We needed some more pictures, we were short of about five; someone in their wisdom had deleted them from the archives. The pictures needed to be of Jemma Jey tied up in ropes, but we had no Jemma Jey. 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 I suppose not,” 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 huge erection whilst taking the pictures!” 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, gesturing to 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 pretty similar to Jemma’s anyway. We can edit the pictures a little; you know, touch them up. We just won’t show your tits or anything. Maybe the arch of your back with your hands tied behind?”
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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 the shots again because some fuckwit had lost them; and that said fuckwit would probably blame Celia and myself anyway.
“Alright then! For fuck 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 then girl!” I said, joining her.
“I’ll look for Jemma’s pants, or at least something very similar 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 extender and surprisingly enough 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.
When I entered our office I met Celia. We 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 tone, and besides I’m a better photographer!” She answered sarcastically.
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 go 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 putting on a show, 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 slapped my ass. I couldn’t quite believe it at first, but then I just laughed it off as though nothing had happened. I actually felt wet between the legs.
“Alright where’s the camera? I’m ready for my close-up,” I said pulling a cheesy pose with my hands around my face like a frame.
“First, the rope!”
Celia turned me around and started to bind my wrists in the thick rope. She hurt me on a couple of occasions and I got the distinct impression that she was enjoying herself. There was something about the way she was breathing heavily into my ears from behind. It reminded me of my boyfriend when he leaned forward to fuck me from behind. I got even wetter in the panties.
She tied the wrists tight, 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 ages you know. To get in control of you and do things to you.” She went silent.
At first I thought she was kidding, but the silence spoke a million words; she really did want me like this. The funny thing was that I didn’t care. I went along with it, just in case she was kidding; you never could tell with Celia sometimes. 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 off balance with my hands tied this tightly behind my back. It felt enormously 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 definitely 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 pulled my panties to one side and grabbed hold of my pussy like it was something that could be removed. 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 caught her eye 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 flash in her eye, and she darted me a look that said, ‘don’t move, I mean to have you!’
With that she dropped to her knees and buried her head between my legs. I could hear her breathing heavily and it felt good to have a woman’s tongue between my legs. Having my hands tied heightened the pleasure because I felt completely at Celia’s mercy. I couldn’t even hold onto anything as my legs started to give way. I have to depend upon her head holding me up as I virtually sat on her neck while she licked me.
My legs started to simultaneously tremble and then tense. I couldn’t control it anymore and I came crashing onto the floor, only just supported a little by Celia’s hands that prevented me from breaking my nose. I felt enormously erotic and my pussy was dripping wet.
“Fuck me!” I commanded, although for the life of me I don’t know where it came from.
“I intend to,” she replied, “I’ve wanted to do this for ages.” Before I knew what was happening I felt something prodding at my pussy. I couldn’t turn my head to see it and I could move away from it. The feeling of helplessness was new and exciting, I’d never felt such exhilaration.
Then it entered me and I realised it must have been a dildo of some description. I could feel all the ridges of it as it entered, and the huge nob end of it as it popped in and popped out of my wet pussy, making me moan with delight. I came soon after it was taken in and out a few times. Celia really knew where to put it.
“I’m going to sit on your face Nola,” she said as she started to turn me over, “is that alright?” She asked without waiting for a reply because when she turned me over I watched her slide her panties down her legs under her skirt. She hovered over me and hoisted up the skirt over her waist. I smelled her as she lowered herself.
I had never licked another woman’s pussy before, although I had always considered it. The fact that Celia’s was within inches of my mouth however didn’t faze me at all. It felt like the most natural things to do in the scheme of thing. After all, my hands were tied behind my back, I was naked, and I’d just had my pussy licked by her. I suppose I kind of owed her one.
Well, I decided to myself, if there was something I did know something about yet never actually tried, it was pussy licking. I knew how I liked it, so as Celia’s pussy approached my waiting mouth I flicked my tongue out like a lizard and caught her exposed clit perfectly. I made her moan and nearly drop completely on my face.
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Eventually she positioned herself more comfortably and confidently onto her knees so that I could go to work a little easier and minimise the risk of her breaking my nose. I lapped her up and she squeezed her thighs against my cheeks as I did it. I found it a little difficult to breathe at times but I was getting enormously turned on again.
Celia leaned back slightly and found my waiting pussy again with the dildo. She rubbed it’s big nob around my clit, alternating the pressure between firm and soft, bringing me closer and closer to another climax. Just as I thought I was going to come, Celia let loose on my face and gave me wet ears. She loved it. As she relaxed on my face and moved back onto my chest a little she thrust her dildo inside me one last time and made me come again too.
We both stayed perfectly still for a couple of minutes, and then Celia got off me and stood without saying a word. I tried to distinguish her facial features but it was getting a little dark in the office and I couldn’t quite make them out. I felt satiated and I rolled over. “Untie me will you babe?” I asked
“Sure,” she said a little nervously. She untied me and I dropped my hands to the floor to relish the freedom.
I heard a little commotion, Celia rummaging through her bag or something, and when I turned over to see what she was doing I just managed to catch sight of her going out the office door. “Celia!” I shouted, but she didn’t come back.
The next morning at work Celia never turned in. I was a little worried that we’d ruined our friendship after our antics the night before; but perhaps when she’d gotten over the embarrassment out relationship could be even better.
I was approached by the boss later on. He wanted to know the progress on the new Jemma Jey site.
“Yeah, I got some great shots of Jemma all tied up boss! You won’t believe it’s actually her!”
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