Sweet Emily Brown: Goddess Brown to You!
Stella Graffen
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Copyright 2011 Stella Graffen
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This is a story about a guy I know named Joe. He was introduced to me by one of my hottest, sexiest, girlfriends; but that isn’t important right now. Right now I just want to tell you about some crazy things that happened to him.
Joe worked construction for years. He liked physical labor and working outdoors. But it seemed like every crew he worked with was filled with morons. They were nice guys but if Joe tried to talk about anything but sports or getting laid he was on his own.
Don’t get me wrong, Joe liked sports. But their idea of sports was limited to things like NASCAR, Monster Truck rallies and Tractor Pulls. And when they talked about getting laid it could mean anything from gangbanging a bar waitress to getting wasted and screwing a street whore in a pick-up truck.
Joe assumed they were lying through their teeth most of the time but their crude mentality got to him. Joe felt like he was part of a reality TV program about teenage farm-boys whenever he joined their conversations. It was mind-numbingly juvenile.
To top it off, the building trade was a hit-or-miss proposition. The work was too sporadic.
Joe wanted to transition into the white collar sector to avoid seasonal layoffs and upgrade his life skills and add job security and hopefully meet a better class of people. That meant temping until he gained a solid track record of office experience.
The floor supervisor at his first assignment was a Big Beautiful Black Woman named Emily Brown. Emily was about 23; she was college educated and classy. She and Joe hit it off in a big way right from the start.
Joe told me he’d never been attracted to plus-size ladies before but Emily was well-spoken and funny and bright and wore expensive-looking clothes that made her look elegant and sexy; simple, tasteful, butt-hugging skirts along with 5 inch patent leather pumps.
She moved like a dream. She was always kicking off her heels to get comfortable so she could sit with her leg tucked under her. Emily made herself at home wherever she went and she made Joe feel comfortable, too.
Joe spent part of his first day alone, with Emily, in a small room that was used as a training area. It was Emily’s job to train him. They were secluded from the rest of the phone reps.
Emily’s smile lit up the room as she shut off the lights and slid her chair tight against Joe’s. The two of them sat shoulder-to-shoulder, thigh-to-thigh, huddled over a laptop on a small desk. Because of the way the darkness blanketed them, Emily said it felt like they were huddled under the covers reading trashy magazines by flashlight at a sleep-over or something. She giggled like a wicked child as her eyes twinkled in the muted light.
She made everything fresh and fun--- and a little naughty somehow.
The laptop was loaded with training scripts that Joe needed to learn as he answered inbound calls.
Every few minutes Emily flashed her sensational smile. The least little thing Joe answered correctly earned kudos from Emily. She patted his back or rubbed his arm or hugged his shoulders after giving him a fist bump or a high-five.
Joe was energized. Emily made him feel like a winner. His mind started to fantasize. As dark as it was in the room, and being secluded away from the others, Joe realized they could probably make-out and fool around a little and not get caught.
He wasn’t sure Emily wanted to fool around but she seemed so friendly and willing it was hard not to think about it. They were in the perfect setting. Who knows, if one thing led to another she might let him go down on her and none of the others would be any the wiser.
Joe had never gone down on a Black woman before. Not that he thought of her as Black, per se. Emily was just a terrific girl. Period. He’d never gone down on a Big Beautiful Woman before, either. Joe usually preferred skinny women. So he was all amped up with brand new fantasies.
Joe could almost hear Emily mentally willing him to drop to his knees and lick her where she’s wet.
She began touching Joe more frequently and in more intimate places. Not only on his arms and on his shoulders and his back, but she now also approvingly stroked the inside of his thigh.
Emily finally came right out and told Joe she loved working with him and thought he was fantastic. She was thrilled to have someone so smart and good looking around, she said as she winked at him.
Joe could have sworn she was leaning in for a kiss when the door opened and the lights went on and Kiesha said it was time for lunch.
Emily had promised to take Kiesha somewhere in her car so that ended that.
His one-on-one training with Emily was finished. After lunch Joe was set to go live on the phones.
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Joe and Emily were on the afternoon shift, which had less than half the number of phone reps as the day shift, so there were plenty of empty phone stations on the workroom floor.
Emily, as supervisor, had a big desk at the front of the room that faced the rest of the crew. While Joe was learning the scripts he sat up front, close to Emily, at a phone station that faced Emily’s desk; where she could keep an eye on him and answer any questions Joe might have as they arose.
The rest of the crew, 8-12 people depending on who showed up that night, sat as far back as they could get; away from ‘The Boss’.
Joe felt like he and Emily were a team. Laughing and joking between phone calls. Away from everyone else. Flirting a little bit.
Then, late in the shift, a project leader came over from another floor. He told Emily a shipment of supplies just came in and he needed a hand unloading it out back. He wanted to know if she could spare one of her guys to help.
She said why not use your own guy? His group only had one male. A guy named Todd.
The Project Leader said Todd refused to lift a finger unloading supplies on the grounds that he hired in as a phone rep, not a warehouse dock worker. And besides, that ‘Wimpy Faggot’ didn’t have the muscles for heavy lifting.
Joe was about to volunteer for the task just to get this bigoted guy to shut-up. Joe was certain Emily must be offended by his vulgar talk. But Emily laughed her ass off; flashing her smile. She joined in with homophobic remarks of her own.
Emily said, “The only thing that sissy lifts is his boyfriend’s cock when he reaches around to guide it in his ass.”
The Project Leader and Emily continued talking as though they were actually fantasizing about two homosexuals having sex; including imitating the facial expressions they imagined Todd made as he took it up the ass.
Joe was appalled. His Big Beautiful Black Diva got her rocks off ignorantly demeaning Gays more repulsively than his crude redneck construction buddies ever did.
Emily looked over at Joe expecting him to join in on the snark-fest. Instead she saw his disapproving frown. She frowned back at him. Joe disappointed her.
Joe wasn’t a bleeding heart liberal or anything he just expected better behavior from a woman like Emily--- or even the Project Leader, for that matter.
Emily told Joe to go unload the truck, which took him the rest of the night.
The next day Emily told Joe to sit with the rest of the crew. Training was over.
When Joe asked Emily a work-related question she snapped at him to quit being a baby and deal with the problem on his own, “This ain’t no Day Care. I’m done wiping your nose for you. Do your job or get out.”
Joe was tortured by the change in her behavior. It tore him up inside. Instead of basking in the sunshine of her smile he got a cold shower from her icy glare. He felt terrible.
The only time Joe saw that brilliant smile again was when Emily whispered things to his coworkers while looking over at him. They would break-out laughing and he saw her smile morph into a contemptuous sneer as she haughtily stared him down.
Apparently Emily thought he was Gay and she didn’t like Gays.
Joe could have gone back to the temp agency and asked for another assignment but it bugged him about Emily. He wanted to get friendly with her again and let her know he wasn’t Gay.
Joe made comments through the night that made it obvious he was straight.
He made a point of telling Emily’s best girlfriend, Kiesha, that he really liked Emily a lot. He said she was sexy and smart and dropped compliments about her all through the night.
It didn’t help.
Joe couldn’t seem to get through to Emily and things got worse.
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Joe was walking past the break-room door when Leroy, one of his coworkers, asked Joe if Emily was in there and if so, to ask her a question for him.
Joe saw Emily and asked, ”Leroy wants to know if-“ Emily erupted before he could say another word and jumped all over him, “If Leroy has something to say let him ask me himself. What are you, Leroy’s Bitch?”
Joe just cringed and limped back to his phone station like a wounded animal while the whole crew snickered at him.
He waited for the right moment when they were alone and finally told Emily directly that he wasn’t Gay. He tried to relate that he was shocked at hearing her make fun of Gays but he wasn’t Gay himself. He was just surprised at her catty behavior.
She didn’t buy any of it.
“Oh my God,” she said. “Are you serious? That’s even prissier than being a flaming faggot.
“And, for your information, I don’t hate Gays,” Emily stood looking at Joe as if she thought it was a lost cause for her to try to explain. “We were ripping Todd because he is a lazy, good for nothing, waste of space--- who just so happens to also be Gay. So we went off on that. We were using humor to deal with the stupidity of a slacker loser that expects to get a paycheck but doesn’t want to work.
“If he were fat we would have made fun of that,” Emily said. “Do you think I hate ‘Fat People’? If he were Black I might have dropped some N-bombs on him. Do you think I hate Blacks?”
“I guess not,” Joe answered lamely.
“But all that is beside the point as to whether or not you’re Gay,” she said. “When you acted offended by our comments I’ll admit it convinced me you were--- but that was just the icing on the cake. The entire time we were in the training room I did everything but rape you and you never made a move on me. So save your breath Girlfriend. Quit fighting your true nature and come out of the closet once and for all. We both know you’re a fucking Fairy, just admit it, Bitch.”
Emily walked off and left Joe feeling like he’d just had his nuts chopped off.
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The next night, as Joe was in the middle of a call, Emily came up behind him and ripped off his headset and grabbed him by the collar, dragged him to his feet and shoved him toward the door.
She kept snapping her fingers and barking, ”Let’s go! Move it! Come on! Come on!”
Joe was in a daze. He thought he’d been fired and was getting thrown-out as Emily pushed him ahead of her and into the hallway.
She practically pushed him down a flight of stairs to the basement printing area.
Emily said they needed to run off a few thousand brochures on the color laser printer. It was something they did once a month. Joe had to stay there and make sure the printer didn’t jam or take care of it if it did. The process would take hours.
Emily was going to hang around until she was sure Joe had everything under control. She had a book stashed down there and sat in a chair to read it. She told Joe to stand there and not take his eyes off the machine for one second.
Joe had noticed the book’s cover. It looked like an erotic romance. Possibly an Interracial FemDom genre from the looks of it. A large Black Woman in a Red Teddy, stockings, and heels, held a riding crop over the figure of a kneeling Caucasian man.
Joe kept his eyes on the printer. He was on auto-pilot at this point; minding his Boss’s instructions to the letter without thinking.
In a few minutes Joe heard appreciative sighs coming from behind him where Emily sat turning the pages of her smut book.
He didn’t dare look at her.
A few minutes later he heard her rustle in her chair and the sighs became moans. Joe thought he smelled the scent of fine pussy in the air. He couldn’t help but turn and look.
Emily sat with her skirt hiked up to her waist. One hand held her book while the other fingered her clit---she wasn’t wearing panties.
Joe was such a basket-case at this point he actually hesitated before asking, “Want some help?”
Emily put her book down and said, “Any guy that wasn’t a faggot wouldn’t have to ask.”
Joe fell to his knees in front of her and put his face between her thighs and was just about to start licking when she suddenly covered her crotch with her hand.
Joe looked up at Emily like a stunned rodent suddenly denied his cheese.
“Apologize for calling me ‘catty’, you whitebread Bitch,” she said, sneering down on him.
“I apologize, Emily,” Joe whimpered.
“That’s Goddess Brown to you, whiteboy.”
“Yes, Goddess Brown, I apologize. I didn’t mean anything. I’m just a stupid ass whiteboy. Please forgive me, Goddess Brown.”
“Shut up and eat my pussy, Bitch!”
Joe went down on her like the last meal of a condemned man. Taking his time savoring every lick. He wanted it to last forever and he wanted to please her so bad that she’d never doubt he was a hetero ever again.
Emily was a vocal woman. She didn’t say anything right out but from the way she’d moan or sigh Joe knew when he did something right. He kept at it while Emily palmed his head and pressured his face against her pussy until she let up and shifted slightly and Joe licked on another sensitive place or randomly flicked her clit.
Emily’s creamy cum smelled terrific and tasted incredible and looked sexy and delicious smeared against her coffee colored skin. Her cunt drove Joe insane with its exotic coloring. Her rose-petal-textured lips were coal-black at the edges but turned bright pink deep inside.
Joe loved it when his Goddess pressed his face down snug and let him lick deep inside her. She rolled her hips gently and pumped against his face, cumming again and again.
After that first time Emily used Joe whenever she felt like it. They’d sneak away to the training room and Joe would go down on her.
Emily loved having Joe go down on her. She’d never had her pussy licked before. Even at college. It was something she’d only heard about and read about in books. She was delighted to find out it lived up to the hype. At least the way Joe did it. The multiple G-Spot orgasms made her pussy ache the next morning--- but in a good way.
Joe was happy to please Emily but missed the animated affection of their first training session. Emily was all business when she wanted Joe to go down. And that’s all she wanted from him. None of that touchy-feely, kissy-face, flirty stuff. He was strictly her Bitch and everyone knew it.
She was respectful of Joe in a cold, impersonal way. So at least she wasn’t publicly humiliating him anymore. But Joe couldn’t get the memory of that first night out of his mind.
There was one moment that was imprinted in his brain. It was that time when he thought Emily was about to kiss him. It haunted him. He’d give anything to go back in time and get that kiss.
Maybe if they’d have kissed their relationship would have developed along different lines. Joe would certainly still have gone down on her. But he and Emily would have been equals. A real couple. Not like it was now: a Black Badass LadyBoss Domme and her sniveling lily-white Bitch-Boy.
One afternoon Joe came in to find Emily was gone. She’d been hired away to her dream job in D.C. helping run an inner city program for underprivileged kids.
Joe was depressed. He was pleased for Emily but he missed her. Now he knew for sure he’d never be her actual boyfriend liked he’d hoped he would. The thought of never licking her pussy again made him weak with grief.
Joe did his job like he was sleepwalking. He felt numb inside.
Leroy and a few others laughed at him and wondered out-loud which female coworker would be next to use Joe as her bitch.
Joe didn’t care. He paid them no attention.
Then Leroy did something stupid. He insulted Emily. He asked out-loud how anybody in their right mind could go down on such an ‘ugly loud-mouth fat-ass hoe’.
Joe was all over Leroy. He jumped up and got right in his face and called him out.
Leroy was much taller than Joe and out-weighed him by 30 lbs.
Leroy looked down on Joe and said, in his best gangsta vibe, “You sure you wanna do this, lil’ bitch?” He expected Joe would snap back and come to his senses and back down like a chickenshit bee-yatch. But no. Joe came right at him. Ready to throw down.
Leroy backed off. He wanted no part of a real fight. He wasn’t any gangsta. But Joe didn’t know that.
Joe demanded an apology from Leroy and he got it, “I’m sorry, Man,” Leroy said, “I was just kidding with you. I know you’re not a Bitch.”
“Not that,” Joe said. “I could give a fuck what you think of me. Apologize for what you said about Emily. I was her Bitch. I admit it. I loved it. I’d go down on that Woman 24/7 if I could. She is that fine. I could give a shit less who knows it.
“But if you think that makes me some kind of pussy you are out of your mind,” Joe told him. “So, listen up, this is what you’re going to do: you are going to say, right here in front of everybody, that Emily Brown is the finest woman you’ve ever laid eyes on or I am going to bust your face into bunch of little faggot pieces.”
Leroy tried to play it off, “Hey, Man, you’re acting crazy. I said I was just having some fun. I didn’t mean anything. I’ve always said Emily is a fine looking woman” (the other coworkers rolled their eyes. Leroy never said any such thing.) “I’d have gone out with her myself if I wasn’t married. All right?”
“No,” Joe said, “it’s not all right. Say what I told you to say and stop playing around. Do it!”
“Emily Brown is the finest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Leroy said, timidly. He knew he was beaten.
Joe got back on the phones to finish his shift.
Later that night Leroy caught Joe alone, in the mens room, and gave him a real apology.
“Man,” Leroy said, “this job is so tedious and inconsequential that sometimes it’s like your psychological mind just reaches out for some kind of distraction. You find yourself talking a bunch of negative stuff without even realizing how hurtful you’re being. Just for ignorant laughs and distractions, you know?”
Joe nodded.
“That was righteous the way you came at me and called me out,” Leroy said. “It woke me up. It reminded me to keep a more positive frame of mind and not be tearing people down all the time. It’s a bad habit that doesn’t do anybody any good. So I just want to say, ‘Thanks’ Man. Really.” He held out his hand and Joe shook it.
Joe was impressed. It made him think that maybe he was too sensitive about the things people gossiped about. That’s what got him in trouble with Emily. He got all bent out of shape and judgmental when she mocked Gays. What’s up with that? He thought, Why should I care?
Then it dawned on him that his righteous attitude went back further than that. He was a stuffed shirt from way back. Maybe his old construction buddies had the right idea. Keeping things loose and blowing off steam by being silly.
They were probably just messing with his pompous ass back when they talked so rude and crude. They must have sensed his uptight attitude and talked that trash just to get a rise out of him. They weren’t bad guys. Joe always said that.
Joe started thinking he needed to loosen up a little and not take everything so seriously. After his Politically Correct act ruined his chances with Emily he decided he better learn to relax. Life’s too short.
At the end of the shift Joe dragged his ass back to his car. He wasn’t sure he’d be coming back. The place reminded him too much of Emily.
Joe sat in his car a few minutes to collect his thoughts before driving home. Before he could put it in gear another car barreled out of the darkness and jammed on its brakes. It skidded to a stop directly behind Joe, blocking him in his parking spot.
It hit him in a flash! Leroy had played him! He gave Joe that fake apology to throw him off. Leroy must have called a carload of buddies and now they were going to stomp his ass! Joe couldn’t believe his stupidity. He was about to get his ass kicked!
“God, I was hoping I’d catch you before you left,” Emily said, as she popped out of her car and ran up to Joe’s door. “I was partying with a few friends on the other side of town. They threw me a going-away party. Kiesha called me and told me what you did to Leroy. That was nice of you, Joe.”
Joe had gotten out of his car and was still in a daze when Emily wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big, wet kiss.
“I wanted to do that the first night I saw you, you dumb Lug,” she smiled. “Too bad for you I got addicted to having my clit licked. I couldn’t chance ruining that. I had to keep you down and make you be my Bitch. But it’s your own fault that I did.”
“I know,” Joe said. He wasn’t sure he wasn’t dreaming.
“Listen,” Emily said, with a gleam in her eye, “I still have a key to this place. Let’s go inside.”
They went inside the building and Joe automatically headed for the training room. Thinking he’d be going down on her. But Emily led him somewhere he’d never seen before. The owner’s office suite. There was a nice ante room with a plush futon.
Emily began making-out in earnest while peeling Joe’s clothes off. Joe returned the favor as they dreamily tussled tongues in each others mouth. Emily’s full lips were so soft Joe almost died. Her youthful full breasts hung away from her body as her aroused nipples pertly begged to be licked. And nibbled. And sucked on.
Now Emily was thinking it might have been nice to have made love like this before.
Joe was in Heaven. Going down on her had been pure ecstasy. But now they were filling in the blanks and doing all the little things that usually lead up to that kind of kinky intimacy and it blew Joe’s mind.
They stood there naked, making out. Him sucking her breasts and her fondling his cock. Him fingering her clit. Her guiding his dick inside her.
They both climaxed standing up--- the first time.
Emily and Joe spent the night on that futon rolling around. Fucking and sucking each other until almost dawn and it was time to go.
Emily had no intention of having a long-distance relationship with Joe. In a way, this night had given her an experience that marked a ‘clean break’ with that part of her life. She was ready to leave the ‘Temp World’ behind and start a real career in D.C.,.
As they headed toward their cars and one last kiss and then ‘Goodbye’, Emily pulled a business card out of her bag.
“Here,” Emily said, handing the card to Joe, “you’ve got a real job if you want it. My friend is an office manager downtown. She does the same job as I did here. She could use a good phone rep. The pay is decent. A heck of a lot more than temping. And you’ll have the same fringe benefit as you had here.”
Joe was puzzled. The agency didn’t provide any benefits.
“My friend Stella will let you go down on her--- and more,” she said, “if you behave yourself.” Emily paused and looked sweetly at Joe, ”I love that you got in Leroy’s face because of me but sometimes you just have to let stuff go. Don’t sweat the small stuff, Joe. I told Stella you are housebroken so don’t go making me a liar and getting in fights over cheap gossip, okay?”
“Okay,” Joe told her, and they kissed one last time.
The business card read, “Stella Graffen” along with the other usual information. I could say a lot more but this story was about Emily and Joe and their story has ended.
The End