0 comments/ 23364 views/ 1 favorites Emilia By: Cavalliere It was early evening, but still the darkness closed in, the fog swirling oppressively round the street corner. The carriage slowed, and halted outside a terrace of substantial houses. The door swung open, letting in the cold air. Emilia shivered, hunching her shoulders together under her cloak. Her companion, an older woman, perhaps thirty, leant over and whispered in her ear. 'Be sure what you are doing. I cannot come with you and there will soon come a point beyond which you cannot return.' Emilia swallowed hard, blinking as if to clear her mind as she cleared her eyes. She had told Larissa of her dreams; they had troubled her, not so much because of what she did, but of how they made her feel. She shuddered slightly, fighting an almost overwhelming impulse to close the door and leave. Absent-mindedly, almost to no-one, she replied, 'I shall go.' With that, she pulled the fur-trimmed hood over her head and stepped down from the carriage. The footman held the carriage door and she walked to the door of the house. As she mounted the first step, she noted the solidity of the door, the polished brass of the door knocker fashioned as a lion's head. She had hardly ascended the second step when the door opened, noiselessly, a silver-haired butler bowing his head slightly to her as she swept through the entrance. She drew back the hood and loosed the tie of the cloak from her throat. A maid, severe in black and white took her cloak and waited as she pulled her gloves from long, slim fingers. 'Please be seated; I shall tell the Master that you have arrived.' He indicated a chair. 'I would stand, thank you.' 'As you wish ma'am.' He retreated. She looked around the room. It was not by any means lavish. A small fire burnt in the grate, and the floor was covered with a simply patterned rug. The walls were of dark wood panelling, and the curtains of heavy, red material. A small chandelier hung from the high ceiling. The chair to which she had been directed was of black wood, beautiful in form but austere. There were other, similar chairs. Above the fireplace was a large mirror. From where she stood, she could see herself, almost full length. She had not known what to wear for this occasion. Social events were easy enough, but this private appointment was different. She had settled for the dove-grey silk. She had been told it complimented her blue eyes. Larissa had told her not to worry, as her costume would be ready for her. She wondered what that meant exactly. She was still regarding herself intently, querying whether she would look as she did in her dreams when she heard a small cough. Turning, the maid had returned. She curtseyed, 'Please, ma'am, follow me.' She followed the maid down a corridor, floored with black and white tiles. She had felt such tiles in her dreams, as she knelt on them, or crawled to the feet of an unknown master. They would be hard and cold against warm skin. The maid opened a side door, and stood back, to one side. 'Please enter, ma'am. The master will see you' This room was darker than the first. Dim gas lights around the room provided a pale yellow light. Directly opposite the door stood a man. He wore immaculate evening dress. Sitting erect in a chair to his right was a woman. She wore black silk, the high collar reaching almost to her chin, the sleeves falling to gloved hands. Only her face was visible behind her clothes. She must have been the same age as Larissa, but where her friend was plump and smiling, this woman was stern and slender. Her gloved hands grasped either end of a riding crop. 'Welcome' said the man, 'I hope your journey here was pleasant. Your friend Larissa has told us all about you, and about your troubling dreams. She has told us too, that you wish to experience your dreams. Is this correct?' She could only nod. 'We assure you of our discretion, which is absolute. You realise that you may leave now, if you desire?' 'I do not wish to leave.' 'That is good. You will be asked one more time. If you wish to remain then, you must stay the course for tonight. You will not be harmed. I hope you understand.' 'I do.' 'Excellent. I see you have the desire to experience that which shocks you but attracts you at the same time. I shall leave you in the tender care of Madame Jacqueline here. You will obey her implicitly and address her at all times as Ma'am. You will not address me at any time unless directly spoken to. In this case, you will refer to me simply as Master. Do you understand?' 'Yes, Master' The man turned to leave. The woman remained seated. 'Look at me, child!' Emilia had turned to watch the man leave. 'Strip.' It was spoken quietly, but with authority. 'But...' 'No buts, little slut. And do not forget to refer to me as ma'am. As you are new, I will let those two slips go this time, but your obedience must be instant and unquestioning or you will be severely punished.' She flexed the crop menacingly. The grey dress buttoned down the front, fortunately, and was easy to remove. The petticoats too. She stood there in her underclothes, breathing heavily and blushing red. 'Do not stop. I shall provide some help.' she leaned over to pull the cord, and the maid returned. 'Our guest is shy. Please remove her underclothes.' The maid obeyed with alacrity, loosening the corset and puling down Emilia's drawers and stockings. The humiliation of being stripped by the maid in full view of the other woman was stinging at Emilia, but she could feel the familiar knot in the pit of her stomach tightening. Soon, she was naked, covering herself ineffectually with either hand. The maid gathered the clothes, leaving the room as silently as she had arrived. The seated woman laughed, 'From now, Emilia has been left outside, with your discarded clothes. You may now chose to leave if you desire.' 'I choose to stay.' 'I choose to stay, who? 'I choose to stay, ma'am.' 'That is better. Now kneel before me. No, back on your heels, open your legs wider. Now cross your wrists in front of your body and hold them outstretched. Head down.' She stood, walking slowly towards the kneeling woman. 'What will we call you? Clea. I think.' Clea was now shivering. The deep carpet was soft on her knees, and the fire to her left was warm. She had been so transfixed by the woman at whose feet she knelt that she had not noticed anything else in the room. 'You are beautiful in your submission, Clea. We shall start with a lesson in sense and sensuality. Please cross your wrists at the small of your back.' She walked behind Clea, and quickly looped a soft, thick cord several times around her wrists. She pulled the bonds tight. The bell was rung again, Clea twisting to see the woman behind her. 'Still. I did not tell you to move.' There was a rustle of skirts, presumably the maid. Clea looked up as Madame Jacqueline walked round to face her again. 'You are used to relying on many senses, but if we restrict them to just one, you will see how sensitive you are to small stimuli. There will be no pain, and you will not be violated. Please open your mouth.' Clea was unsure whether she was obeying or protesting, but as she opened her mouth, it was filled with a soft leather gag that seemed to fill her mouth, stretching her jaws wide. 'Your eyes are so expressive now that speech is denied you. It is truly beautiful.' Clea tried to spit out the gag, but it was securely fastened by straps that the maid was buckling at the nape of her neck. She then felt a soft leather hood pulled down over her head. It fitted her face snugly, and extended down her neck, blocking all light. The seemed to be a hole for her to bretahe through her nose. Then she felt it being cinched tight, and heard three small clicks, as if of locks. Jacqueline's voice was indistinct now, 'do not panic, breathe slowly through your nose. You will come to no harm.' She felt someone hold her head up, and a thick collar was slipped around her neck over the hood. This too was pulled snug and buckled. It was very high and thick, made of stiff leather and held her chin high. Her wrists were released from their bonds. Again, the voice, muffled by the leather of the hood, 'The hood and collar are locked with six padlocks. You may feel them, if you desire to know for yourself.' She did. It was true. She counted six; three on the collar at the back, and three more at the back of the hood. The feeling of enclosure was overwhelming, and deeply arousing. 'You will now place your hands on your thighs, straighten your back and hold that position. Do not even consider relaxing.' Emilia Begins Her Fantasy Emilia was just laying her head down on the table for a while. Her head was spinning from her Economic notes she was cramming for that night, All alone in the dorm, it was about 3pm. She was wondering when her friends, Farazeela and Sharifah were gonna get there. They had planned to study together throughout the night and then that was when she heard the knock. "Hellooo! We're here! And we got drinks!" It was Fara, as she knocked on the door. As Emilia opened the door smiling, she was greeted with the sight of Fara and beaming back. Fara was wearing her purple tee and denim skirt, Sharifah wearing her baju kurung. "Wah, so formal today?" Emilia asked "I dunnolah, I just felt liked wearing baju kurung today for fun', replied Sharifah. Both Fara and Sharifah were about the same height, aroung 1.6 metres tall, had slender bodies, especially Fara, who like to play tennis and was on the tennis team in secondary school. All three friends had known each other from secondary school. They were in a minority of malay pupils in that popular school and remained within their circle of friends throughout and now in university. Fara and Sharifah came into the dorm room, and put their bags on the floor beside the dresser. Emilia hugged and gave them each a kiss on the cheeks. "So glad you're all here, I was beginning to blow my brains out". Emilia said Fara and Emilia went back to the table and started rearranging their books for the session tonight. "You mind if I change first? It's kind hot in here in my baju kurung." Sharifah asked. "Of course not! My dorm in your dorm" Emilia replied. The Temasek Hall dorm in NUS was small, it was a single. There was only room for a single bed, table and built in wardrobe, but there was room for three people to be studying together. As Sharifah started to pull up her baju kurung beside the wardrobe, Emilia caught a glimpse of Sharifah and couldn't help but to stare, Sharifah didn't have big boobs like her but Sharifah was certainly slender and it showed that she had been working out recently. Unlike Sharifah, Emilia was voluptuous, her measurements 36-27-34, 1.62 metres tall and weighing a rideable 52kg. She had shoulder length, black hair and her facial features were strong and defined, although she had her lovely baby fat intact in her tender cheeks. Sharifah was wearing a black bra and it looked awesome against her whitish pink skin. As she began to get out from her skirt, Emilia only now realized how long Sharifah's legs were and somehow Emilia felt something she had never felt before physically. Sharifah was in pink lace g-string and she quickly put on a white t-shirt and got out of her g-string too. After putting on her pair of blue shorts, Sharifah packed her baju kurung and pink g-string and stuffed it into her bag. All three began to start on their work shortly after, Exams were around the corner and this being their freshman year, they didn't want to disappoint. After an hour or so, Fara started to feel the rumble in the tummy. "Hey, I just realized we didn't have lunch yet, Sharifah and I! Wanna grab a bit first? No wonder I can't concentrate" So Sharifah and Fara decided to take away some nasi lemak from the nearby coffee stall. When they left, Emilia's mind immediately wandered to the image of Sharifah undressing. She had dreams of Sharifah since they were in secondary school. Intimate dreams of Sharifah and her. She decided to let her mind wander to see where it would take her. Anyway, it would be a great break from the books. After a while, Emilia couldn't take it anymore and thought of something she's never done before. She brought Sharifah's overnight bag to her bed and slowly unzipped it, taking care to remember which side of the bag the zip started on. Gingerly, she unfolded Sharifah's baju kurung and took out the pink g-string that she wore earlier on. Emilia brought the g-string to her face and breathed in deeply. Inhaling the scent on Sharifah's pussy. She loved it, it immediately turned her on. Emilia slowly pulled her tank top up to remove it and brought her body down to the bed. She was wearing nothing underneath. Her full breasts bounced as she hit her head on the pillow. She gazed upwards towards Sharifah's pink colored g-string. They smelled so good even when she had been wearing them the whole day. Holding it with one hand, she slowly slithered her right hand down to the white skirt and began rubbing her already wet pussy hidden underneath. Then, Emilia put Sharifah's g-string around her head, and positioned the g-string's crotch area to run directly down her forehead to her mouth so that when she stuck out her tongue, she could taste the wet area of the Sharifah's pink g-string. All this while, Emilia was imagining Sharifah sitting on top of her face, Emilia then began sticking out her tongue and licking the g-string at the same time breathing in deeply to smell the sweet taste of Sharifah's lace g-string. Emilia's right hand now traveled underneath her skirt and began rubbing over her own white panties, imagining Sharifah's tongue licking over them. Emilia then put her fingers down to her pussy, spreading her pussy lips with two fingers and rubbing her clit with one. Emilia began to breath heavily, gyrating her hips to the rhythm constant of her being carpet munched. Emilia was not shaved, but she trimmed her pubic hair fortnightly, it helps her in the unbearable Singapore heat. "Ooohh.. Sharifahhhhhh.." Emilia's began in her mind. "Ooooohhh...Sharifahhh..!" she hadn't realized it but she was beginning to moan Sharifah's name aloud while fingering her own pussy, wet with her cunt juices. Emilia removed Sharifah's g-string around her head and brought it down to her pussy, rubbing the g-string violently on her cunt, making Sharifah's g-string wet with her own juices. Emilia then brought it back up to her head and inhaled the smell of Sharifah and her own pussy, at the same time still stimulating her clit to bring her to a masturbation session to a climactic end. Emilia immediately felt a tinge of guilt after she came, followed by a thought she never thought possible, "Mmmmmm.. Sharifah.. when will I have you for real?" Emilia's Fucktoy Emilia stared deep at me. Her beautiful blue eyes pierced through me, making me feel truly naked, even with no clothes on. They were full of lust. There was nothing else there. She had turned into an animal, acting purely on instinct. And what that instinct was telling her was very simple. She had to fuck me. I felt so vulnerable, so completely at her mercy, lying there on the table, naked, trembling, and so horny and so wet. Her grip in my waist was rough, nails digging into my flesh. My mouth was hanging open with anxious expectation while she licked her lips, slowly rubbing her hard cock, smiling with mischievous intent while rubbing the tip of her dick on my pussy. Her smile widened when I reacted to her touch, squirming and twitching to her every motion, without even intending to. How could I not though? This world class actress, an incredible beauty, devilishly charismatic, traffic stopping hot, and on top equipped with a magnificent cock like that, was about to fuck me crazy. It was everything a hot slut like me could hope for. A fuck to change my life. I shivered harder thinking about it, I wanted that so bad. I lusted after all of her – her sex hungry stare, her luscious lips, her hair when it would tangle with mine, her shapely breasts, toned stomach, wide hips, kissable thighs, and that cock. The heat pulsed and flushed through my body. That masterpiece of a dick was about to enter me, to touch me deep, to make me lose my mind. I would dedicate my whole being to it. Pleasing it, and her, was all I cared about now. This fuck was my whole world, and the only option was to give it everything I had. This slut would realize her purpose... now. She got tired of teasing. She broke the stare to put the tip of her cock to the entrance to my hole. She looked back at me. She smiled slyly. And she thrust. OH MY-! I suddenly felt all air leave my lungs, and an exasperated gasp leave my lips, but I couldn't even hear me. My eyes rolled back, along with my head jerking, and the motion of my whole body shaking to that immense thrust. She had broken through me. Physically, but also through my will. I was hers. She didn't move while I recovered. I looked at her through the locks of my hair spilled on my face. She kept smiling. I raised my head. She had put almost her full length into me. Maybe a quarter of cock was still visibly outside, but that was enough. I was hers, and she knew she had me. She ran a hand through her hair, pushing it behind her ear. And she spoke. Move. I moved. Her commanding voice echoed inside my head a thousand times, while I shook my hips and raised my ass eagerly, trying to take as much of her cock in as I could. Meanwhile, she stood still. She was enjoying watching her fucktoy squirm on her cock. Animalistic desire yes, but she was in control. She had power, and she liked it. She seized the moment when I pushed into her, and drove the rest of her cock into me. I gasped again, while trying to make sense of that huge piece of wonderful fuckmeat lodging itself inside my pussy and her balls slapping into me. I could cum just like that. The sheer amount of desire screaming in my head would make most people faint. For an experienced whore, it was barely bearable. But I couldn't afford to lose my senses. I had to feel everything. This was the greatest fuck of my life, and I had to savor that overpowering feeling. Emilia gently moved, her dick only moving enough to make itself known. My breath quickened while she picked up speed. A few centimeters were coming in and out of me, and she moaned softly. Yes! I was pleasing her. Or rather, she was using me to get her pleasure. Frankly, both interpretations turned me on, and I didn't care about which she was thinking, as long as she got what she wanted. That's what I wanted. Oh, and how I was moaning. She was really fucking me now, pushing more than half her length in and out, and doing it fast. She had to be quite well experienced, to use that massive dick so well. A lesser person would have it flopping around, haphazardly pushing it, but she knew how to use it. You would never have guessed it by looking at her in another situation, clothed, acting, smiling for pictures. But it makes total sense. Obviously a famous actress like her has fucked a few people. And a dick like that gets talked about. Now, where I am, with Emilia on top of me, fucking me senseless, it was very easy to imagine. In dressing rooms, auditions, clubs, press releases, she was her adorable innocent cute self. Get her in a room with you, and the sex fiend part of her personality comes out and fucks your brains out. I can see her growing up, going to sleepovers, changing in locker rooms, and everyone drooling over her cock. What kind of teenage girl wouldn't want to fuck a cock like this? She must have fucked half her classmates. Directors would beg her to star in their productions just for a taste of that dick. She cupped my breast, holding tight on it while slamming me. Her cock was hitting every single part of my pussy, making me feel weak already. She started playing with both my tits, groping and fondling and twisting my nipples, while still fucking me madly. In a matter of minutes, I came. The pleasure was like waves through my body, making my legs shake, my hands gripping my hair to have something to hold onto and my throat spitting out sounds of love and lust, unrecognizable even to me, overwhelming, echoing off the walls and ringing back in my ears. I opened my eyes to meet her stare again. Emilia was now frowning for the first time since we met. She didn't stop fucking me or touching my tits. But she wasn't happy now. She took her hands of my tits, and gripped my hair and pulled me close to her roughly. With one hand on my throat, she spoke again. Move, slut. Holy shit! Without missing a beat, I started grinding my hips on her again, spreading my legs as much as I could. I could absolutely not let up. Using one hand behind me to support my body while she still kept fucking me, I started to think again. That was so fucking hot! She totally didn't care about my pleasure, she knew sluts like me loved being abused and would end up cumming anyway. And her voice! Strong, commanding, using that sexy accent she was known for. Emilia Clarke could whisper a phonebook into your ear and you'd still lose your mind with lust. Our bodies were very close now, in a romantic position, with me staring lovingly into her eyes and she looking into my bouncing tits while simultaneously groping them and running a hand through my back. She fucked me mercilessly, driving her whole dick into me with amazing speed, her balls hitting my ass on every thrust, while I tried to keep up with the crazy motion of her hips with my own, coming up to meet her every time she pushed in. I moaned like never, letting out every possible sound of pleasure I could, trying to withstand the immense heat on my body. I was nearly screaming now, wasn't I? Well, I figure she at least tolerated it, or she would have told me to shut up long ago. She too was moaning, low, deep moans through gritted teeth. Although subtle, they were there, and that was the only sound I cared about. Again, I was pleasing her! Of course, the customer's pleasure was the most important thing in the business, but that was not how I was thinking. I was thinking that I loved this girl. I loved everything about her. Her beautiful body, her dominant personality, her unrelenting stamina, and her amazing cock. Satisfying her sexually was the greatest thing I could ever do for her. All I wanted was for her to be happy. I was just a slut, probably one of many Emilia had banged in her life, and there was not much I had going for me. But this I could do. I could make her cum. Upon this realization, I looked up at her face again. I was smiling. No one had ever fucked me like that. Well, maybe like that, but not like that. It was everything about the sex. It was flawless and magnificent, an epic of lust and sweat and bodies clashing, and it was making me cum again. She must have felt it, my pussy definitely tightened up around her dick, and she instantly stopped thrusting her whole dick, and instead was making short and quicker thrusts. The sudden change halted my orgasm for a second, although it was inevitable now. But then, her hand found itself around my throat. She was choking me hard. I felt the pain and fear of being out of breath, mixed with the sensation of being on the edge of cumming, and my total abandon, as I did nothing. I just kept looking at her and moving my hips. She was frowning again. The pressure in my head was building, and my vision got blurred. I became an object, inert and devoid of will. I did what I was designed to do, and she could do with me as she pleased. I felt a brush of hot air in my cheek. It was her breath. She was really close to me, staring at the whites of my eyes. She stopped moving for one whole second, and my world shook. I was not being fucked anymore. She just said two words. Cum, slut. Emilia pushed the whole of her dick into me. I came. I was blind, deaf and numb. The world outside of my head vanished. The only thing I could feel was the orgasm, riding through every inch of what I recognized as my body. After a good many seconds, it was coming back to me. I could breathe again. My skin was feeling things. My vision little by little was coming into focus. It must have been minutes, slowly coming back to life. I understood I fell back into the table. I understood the massive orgasm that was still visible on my face. And I understood her. She was there in front of me, the same way she was when we started. Holding her still hard cock, stroking it softly, and looking at me. I couldn't believe all of this. She waited, patiently, for me to be ready again. To be fucked again. I loved Emilia Clarke. She bent down a bit, putting one hand in my face and touching it lightly, like lovers do. Her words, now soft and tender, were again in my ears. You ok? Can you go again? YES. YES. YES. A million times yes. I was alive. This was it. I was alive, and I would fuck Emilia Clarke. It was my whole world, and I was ready to embrace it. I nod my head, still smiling at her. She understands it. She pulls me by the waist to the edge of the table again, and I spread my legs. She was smiling too. Tenderly, with none of that rage of before. She put the tip in. I nodded again. She pushed it all back in. I moaned. She started fucking me. Y E S! It was perfect again. She instantly went up to the previous blinding speed. Now her hand was holding mine, midway through the air, and the other was holding my waist. I moved with her, in perfect synchrony, flesh against flesh, like seasoned dance partners. This was the dance of love, and I loved it, and she definitely enjoyed dancing it with me. I got up again, holding her hand tightly. Face to face, we looked at each other. She kissed me on my open mouth, soft at first, then rough, rushing her tongue into mine. She knew how to lead me anywhere. I would follow her to the ends of the world. And she moved so beautifully, taking her tongue out of my mouth and onto my neck... God, is that hot... Biting down on my shoulder, just to watch me moan and squirm louder... Then kissing, licking, groping, biting my tits... And I was still being fucked hard! My lover was so strong. She stood tall, supporting me whole, enabling me to give her everything I had. It was heaven. I felt complete. I have no idea how long we were there, locked in our embrace. Time didn't matter. All I know is that, eventually, her thrusts were getting more paced, and her breath quickened. This was it! Emilia was cumming! God bless me, I was giving Emilia Clarke an orgasm. That made me so happy, I was smiling and laughing softly. She saw it, of course she did. She already knew all there is to know about me. She finally changed positions, laying me down on the table again, without pulling her cock out. I wanted to say something, to encourage her, or say that I wanted her cum, but I couldn't find the words. They weren't really needed. After a few more thrusts, she pulled out of me and climbed on the table over me, standing on her knees as if she were to sit on my stomach. She held her dick by the top and jerked it fast, biting her lower lip and looking down on me. Her other hand was behind my head, pulling it up slightly and stroking my hair. I kept my eyes and mouth open. I wanted to see all of it. Emilia moaned, one, two, three times. Her whole body shook. The hot, white spurts came out of her dick, landing on my cheek, all across my nose and my forehead, spilling on my hair, straight on my tongue and into my open mouth twice, then dripping on my chin and neck. Her taste was amazing. Very salty, and a bit bitter, but sweet in the end. It was also thick and strong, sticking where it landed. She gasped in relief. I thought it was over, but then she suddenly pulled my head up, putting the tip of her dick into my mouth, and more cum shot into my tongue and the back of my throat, while I did my best to lick her, helping her ride out the orgasm. After I had licked every drop of cum out of her dick, she pulled out, kind of collapsing on top of me. She laid down beside me, legs and hips still over mine and her hot, still throbbing dick laying on my stomach. I could only stare at the ceiling, with eyes open wide, savoring the taste in my mouth, and listening to our labored breathing. Holy shit. I felt her hand in the back of my head, gently turning me towards her. She was staring directly at me, big wide eyes like I must've had too. We looked at each other for a couple moments, breathing into each other's faces. Her hand started brushing my face, picking up drops of cum. She brought her fingers to my lips, and I licked them, taking more of her cum into my mouth. She came towards me, bringing our faces together, and then licked the cum my cheek in one move. She paused for a second, tasting it inside her mouth. God, that was hot. Then, she opened her mouth over mine, and let the cum drip into my mouth, kissing me when it was over. She definitely appreciated her own cum, as her tongue moved frantically, lapping all the cum she could get. Emilia broke the kiss and paused again, tasting her cum. She tilted her head up and gulped it down, swallowing it all in one go. That was incredible. She went down with her tongue again, now hungrily licking all of my face and neck, determined to take every drop of cum from my skin into her mouth. After a lot of moaning from her intense licking, she kissed me again, a full on cum kiss, hungry and greedy. She backed down after a while, leaving all the cum for me. She was on top of me again, staring with that tender expression. Swallow now, will you? I nodded yes and swallowed. One big gulp like she did, then one small. So? How do I taste? Amazing, I answered weakly. She looked very satisfied, and laid down again next to me. We stared at each other again, just breathing. She put one hand over my cheek and said: This was great, wasn't it, love? So, I do have to go now, but I will be back in a couple hours, and I'd love if you could be here to keep me company then. Will you be here for me? Yes! I would be here, always, for as long as she wanted me. As she got up, went to the bathroom, collected her clothes and got dressed, and said goodbye as she left the room, I could only lie there, completely wasted, and contemplate the facts of what happened, and that there was more to come later. I was in peaceful bliss, naked and wet over that table. And I giggled to myself: she called me "love". Emilie I was finishing up her peace sign tattoo. Emilie was still stifling moans, because as I was tattooing her I had the heel of my left hand applying pressure directly to her clit. Her tattoo is on her hip so, so whereas my right hand, holding the tattoo gun, was hovering over her left hip, my left hand was resting between her legs. Emilie is eighteen with a petite frame. No defining curves but tight nonetheless. Long brunette hair. Brown eyes that you could see through. Boobs, if I had to guess, were a size B, and she probably weighed 120 pounds soaking wet. ... and wet she was. I was getting her worked up as I worked. The mix of stimulation from my palm, and pain from the needle was getting her extremely excited. I leaned down, as if concentrating on the tattoo, but as I got closer I was rewarded by what I'd hoped to find. I inhaled as her musky, feminine odor reached my nostrils. Such a sweet smell. I had noticed from the way she had to pull her panties down across one hip, that she hadn't shaved in a day or two, for she had stubble growing all around her mound. Aside from not taking the time to shave during her last shower, she had used the extra time to clean herself. I could smell lilacs mixed in there. Although the flowery scent was strong, there was no denying the pungent smell of her pussy soaking itself. I finished the final leg in her peace sign, now a completed tattoo. I began to wipe it down with disinfectant spray. As I wiped I slyly hooked the waistband of her panties for just a microsecond, and pulled downward, millimeter by millimeter. Each time I ran the cool cloth across her fresh ink, she winced and pulled away, exposing herself even more inadvertently. The last time I did this, she jerked so bad her panties tried to ride up, but being as rolled down as they were, and the direction she had flinched, they just went sideways and suddenly her nearly bald pussy was in the open. Her clit was swollen and her lips were parted slightly, but tight. She looked so soft, and delicious in that extremely exposed state, with the shocked look on her face. Yet not once yet has she made a move to correct the wardrobe malfunction. I looked her in the eyes, as they widened. I had reached out and touched her hard clit with the end of my finger. Emilie just began breathing faster as I sat back down in the artist's chair, my finger rubbing very slow circles around clit as I looked her in the face to find a negative reaction. Not one came. She just shuddered, her lip quivering, looking down at her body. She had her panties, that were now pulled to the side on. These cute little black lace things with a small bow right beneath her navel, and a tie dyed t shirt. I leaned my head in, kissing her fresh tattoo, causing a sigh to escape her lips. I kissed down her hip bone. Upon reaching her hood, I gave her engorged clit a quick kiss, moving my hand up her belly under her shirt. My left hand snaking its way up her torso, I gave her slit a tentative lick as I found her nipple. She wasn't even wearing a bra. I pinched her right nipple lightly, as I licked from the bottom of her opening to her clit, causing her to draw in a sharp inhale, moaning upon the breath's release. Her whole body shuddered after that and I brought my hands back up from her. I pulled my T-shirt off as I scooted my chair slightly back. Puzzled by my moving backward, she began to turn toward me, sideways in the reclining chair. As she did this, I grasped her ankles, pulling her feet above my head. I leaned forward resting her calves on either of my shoulders, spreading her legs around me. I spread her lips with either of my now free hands, and licked her tight fuck hole. Pushing my tongue inside her, I could feel her pussy walls contracting and spreading ever so slightly. Emilie was tight, but she was wet. My finger slid in easily under my tongue. I pressed it upward against the underside of my tongue, pushing my tongue into finding her g-spot. I moved my tongue up and down as I pumped my finger in like that up and down, occasionally twisting my hands. Emilie was breathing hard now, her chest rising and falling slightly, but quickly. She was getting close, and I knew it. "Oh, Will.." She spoke the first words since I had told her she was almost finished. "Don't worry," I replied, winking at her, "you're almost finished again." She laid her head back, and let out a moan at the stimulation, and the low growling voice I had suddenly developed. I put my right hand back up her shirt, and focused my tongue on her clit. She was ready. I bit down on her clit slightly, and pinched her left nipple, causing an overwhelming release. She moaned loudly. "William..." I kissed her belly, and up it, as I ran my other hand up her shirt, riding it upward, as she sat up. I now have both her breasts exposed, with her hard pink nipples being kneaded between my fingers. She reached across herself, blocking my view, to grab the hem of her shirt. Pulling it up and over her head she tossed it in the floor. I reached down and tugged her panties up, and she used my shoulders to lift her butt with her legs, then put them above my head closing them, allowing me an amazing view, and the ability to pull her underwear completely off. I kissed the back of her left calf, before she put her feet on the floor. Emilie proceeds to drop to her knees, undoing my belt, and unbuttoning my shorts. Pulling them and my underwear down in one motion, Emilie let out a surprised squeak as my 9 inch cock hit her in the cheek. She immediately grabbed hold of the shaft looking up at me with those brown eyes. She begins to stroke me off, and then fondles my balls, which surprises me, because I thought all girls had forgotten about them. Emilie hadn't forgotten them though. She also did not wait any longer to taste me. She slid my cock all the way to the back of her throat, where she choked up a bit. She began to bob up and down, licking my shaft, paying attention to the underside right beneath my sensitive head. She pulled my dick out of her mouth with a loud popping sound, then slid her tongue back under it. Wrapping just the head with her lips she begins to suck, licking the head, tonguing my pisshole, moaning on my cock. All that combined with the sight of her lips stretching around my dick head pushed me over the edge. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair, pulled her close, and came in her throat, as she moaned through. I lifted her off her knees, kissing her passionately, turning her toward the only blank wall in the shop. I slowly pushed Emilie toward the wall, my cock growing back to full hardness as she gropes me. I get her pinned to the wall with my body. I lift her legs, and she catches on quickly wrapping her slender legs around my waist as I slide my hard dick inside of her dripping cunt. She gasps and shudders as I slowly slide all the way into her. I wait just a moment to let her adjust to being full. Emilie gets used to her pussy walls stretching as far as they are now, and begins to grind on me, kissing me back. I run my hands up her sides, over her boobs, and up her arms, pinning her wrists to the wall behind her. She continues gyrating her hips, impaling herself with me. I begin to pump back, matching her thrusts. Wet slapping sounds fill the air. As I'm fucking her Emilie is moaning and sighing out loud. Trying to get me deeper in her still. My balls are slapping her tight ass. I release her wrists, grabbing her around the waist with my left arm, and pinching her clit with my right hand. That shoots her to the point of no return, and her eyes rolled back in her head, crying out, "William, ohh oh.." She's panting and covered in a sheen of sweat, and her screaming my name sends me over the edge, and I bury my cock as deep into her as I can. Still extremely sensitive and coming down from her high, she dug her fingernails into my back, clawing me down, as I unload cumshot after cumshot deep inside her. I slide down to my knees, with her still on my lap, impaled by my cock. I lean forward resting on her, with her back still against the wall. We are both panting, with my dick still sheathed inside her, cum and her juices running down my balls dripping on to the floor. She kisses me one last time and raises herself. "Does this mean I get a discount?" I just grin at her. Emilie Indulges Emilie Lagarde caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and liked what she saw. Dark-haired, slender, she was a classic example of Parisian chic- and devilishly sexy with it. Nineteen years old, she had just finished her first year at the Sorbonne, studying law more for the cachet of the degree than as a career prospect- for she knew she could rely on her wealthy industrialist father to keep paying his only child's way indefinitely. The guarantee of future inherited wealth meant that Emilie was free to spend her spare time living a life of luxury. Which was just as well, considering her expensive love of shopping, and devotion to pleasure seeking in all its forms. Her teenage years had been spent at a string of the finest private schools money could buy, and she had taken full advantage of the education on offer. The other characteristic of her adolescence had been sexual experimentation, with either, an activity that Emilie had had no intention of relinquishing once she was at university. Though the days of the French aristocracy were long gone, the wealthy young heiress was perhaps as close as one could get to a modern day equivalent. Her elegantly decorated flat was dimly lit, as Emilie soaked indulgently in the bath. She was looking forward to the evening ahead of her, a night out with her friend and occasional lover Marie was always enjoyable, and she was very much in the mood for going home with company. Reluctantly stepping out of the bath, she wrapped herself in a soft white towel, and walked through to her kitchen, ideas for possible outfits turning over in her mind. Pouring herself a glass of a slightly chilled Sancerre, Emilie leant against the kitchen counter and sipped contently. Marie wasn't expecting her to leave for another hour and a half, plenty of time for the appropriate preening to be done. Walking back to her bedroom, she sat at her dressing table and applied subtle make-up, enough to accentuate her melting brown eyes, without losing the artful innocence that her coltish figure lent her. A few minutes attention to her lustrous chestnut brown hair and Emilie was ready to move to the far more important task of selecting her underwear. Poring through her capacious lingerie drawers, Emilie settled on a simple but classic lacy black bra with a matching thong. On a whim, she also picked out a pair of dark hold-up stockings, which she pulled carefully up her smooth, tanned legs. Stepping into the panties, she settle them about her hips, and turned to the full length mirror, smiling slightly as she saw the saucy young lady pouting back at her. Next she put on the soft brassiere, settling her pert little breasts into the cups, and ensuring the straps were smooth against her elegant shoulders. Satisfied with her choice of lingerie, Emilie proceeded to her walk-in closet to examine her dresses. Leafing through the rail of expensive designer apparel, Emilie's eye was drawn to an old favourite of hers, a sleek silk mini-dress that would cling in all the right places, and show off her long legs to their fullest advantage. Scooping up a pair of elegantly understated heels to go with it, Emilie strutted back into her bedroom and slipped into the dress, carefully smoothing the material over her hips. She eased on her shoes, fastened them, then stood to admire the effect in the mirror. Emilie frowned slightly, sensing something missing. Opening the ornately carved wooden box on top her dressing table, she extracted a thin gold necklace, nothing too showy- just the final touch to set off the line of her swan-like neck. Happy with her outfit, Emilie drained her glass of wine, and picked up her bag, extracting her mobile phone and calling a taxi. In between her call and its arrival, there was ample time for Emilie to enjoy another glass of wine; it was a slightly tipsy young lady who locked the door to her flat and sashayed downstairs to the waiting car. Settling herself in the back, she directed the driver to take her to the newly opened Bar Vingt et Un in the Latin Quarter, texting her friend Marie to inform her that she would be there shortly. The darkness of evening had now entirely suffused the celebrated Parisian skyline, as her taxi cruised down the long boulevard Emilie began to feel imbued with the daring spirit that historically has so typified the Parisian nightlife. ** The taxi pulled up outside the lively bar, and after generously tipping the driver Emilie swayed her way through the door and towards the bar, her sinuous glide attracting more than one admiring glance. Ordering a strong gin and tonic, Emilie leant against the bar, forcing her breasts into a small yet alluring display of cleavage for the benefit of the young barman. Her flirting was quickly curtailed by the arrival of Marie, a shorter curvier redhead with freckles and pleasingly pouting lips. Marie was a couple of years older, and had just begun work in public relations. Kissing her friend on the cheek to greet her, the two spent the next few minutes chatting at the bar, and cattily casting aspersions about the dress sense of much of the clientele. Emilie could be a terrible snob when it came to matters of fashion. She did however thoroughly approve of the emerald green sheath dress that Marie was sporting; the bare shoulders emphasising the positively gravity defying décolletage on display. Their conversation soon turned to sex as they slipped further towards inebriation. "But chérie, you're surely not suggesting that Jean-Baptiste is as good a lover as another girl is, however sensitive his fingers are?", Emilie said. Marie tossed her auburn curls and smiled. "You must admit that a powerful man is quite an aphrodisiac. He aspires to political advancement, yet he's still in thrall to a silly little student like me. Amusant, non?" "I do declare you're trying to make me jealous," Emilie giggled. "I think you should introduce me to the good Ministre, President Sarkozy's government is so short of good looking men." Marie gently stroked Emilie's cheekbone. "Patience, darling, you can screw your way through the UMP whenever you wish. Tonight you have the pleasure of my company." The two girls continued to drink and their flirting grew increasingly brazen, a familiar game that they were both enjoying to its utmost. It was Emilie who was first to surrender to the intoxicating cocktail of alcohol and Marie's expensive perfume. She leant over and purred something inaudible, an erotic invitation, into Marie's ear, her dark eyes flashing with excitement. "Certainement, si tu veux." was the murmured reply from her companion. "Follow me". Emilie followed Marie's undulating backside at a discreet distance, into the spotlessly clean and modern restrooms. Slipping into a cubicle together, the two giggling girls locked the door, and held each other close. Their lips met softly, gently, Emilie felt her entire body melting as her mouth was expertly toyed with by Marie. Eyes closed, she kissed her lover deeper, enjoying the sensations that the soft pink lips gave her. Marie however was past the stage of sensual, and was beginning to probe with her tongue, urging Emilie with her to reach new heights of sexual anticipation. Marie's hand slid down Emilie's back, with a whisper of silk, and squeezed her pert little bottom through the dress. Emilie responded in kind, cupping the globes of Marie's arse, whilst kissing deeper and longer. "Oh Emi," gasped Marie, "I can't say how much I want you!" "Don't then, actions speak..mm..louder than words!" was Emilie's glib response, interrupted by a purr as she felt the weight of Marie's breasts against her own. Marie's response was to slide her hand down the back of Emilie's thigh and up under the hem of her dress, caressing the silky smooth flesh. The lacy stocking tops gripped Emilie's thighs most appealingly. As her fingertips brushed across the lacy g-string she flashed Emilie a sultry look. "Good girl." At this, her hand found its way into the waistband of Emilie's knickers, then slid round to the front, fingers tickling the short curls of Emilie's carefully sculpted bush. Emilie quivered at this intimate touch, her body begging for more. Her partner was only too happy to oblige, shifting her position in order slide her whole hand into Emilie's panties. Emilie felt the intrusive fingers probing the outer folds of her flushed pink womanhood, and felt herself spreading to allow access. Marie's first two fingers entered easily, aided by the liberal amounts of natural lubrication that Emilie's excited body was generating. To the sound of moans from the younger girl, Marie pumped her fingers into the wet flesh, making Emilie writhe. Emilie's head rested on Marie's shoulder, her gasping moans filling the close confines of the toilet stall. Marie lowered her head and nuzzled Emilie's neck through her hair, kissing, nibbling, treating every inch of Emilie's skin as an erogenous zone. Emilie felt her climax building to a crescendo, her every sense yearning for orgasm. Feeling the contractions around her fingers, Marie increased the power of her fucking, whilst whispering into Emilie's ear. "Oh my sweet hot little thing...do you desire me..want me..enjoying me inside your naughty little cunt?" Emilie shook as her orgasm crashed through her, her veins filled with liquid heat as the pleasurable sensations between her legs took over. To save herself from screaming she sank her teeth into Marie's bare shoulder and groaned, her fingernails raking down her partner's back. Slowly her pulse slowed, and she opened her eyes to see the smiling features of Marie. "That was lovely." "Just the entrée, my sweet" responded Marie. "We have so much more to be doing, and the night is still young." Emilie re-arranged her thong and did her best to settle her dishevelled hair, then the two girls walked out of the toilets hand in hand, shooting proud, daring glances at those they passed. "Where now Marie?" Emilie asked, eyes sparkling. "The whole of Paris is ours to enjoy." "Why down to the riverbank of course, my darling. I think a little tête-à-tête in the night air will do us good." Emilie shot Marie a wanton look of pure sexual ardour, and slipped her arm inside her lover's. "Allons-y." To be continued...