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Emily's First Taste

By: Providence9142011



His instructions always left her turned on but this time she was particularly excited. He had an entire weekend planned. She wasn't sure how he had gotten away from work, from his very busy life, but she was grateful; grateful, and dying with anticipation. The games they played, the time they spent together, she knew meant so much more to her.  He was often distant and while she knew that she fulfilled his every desire, left him wanting no one else, she knew there was something holding him back. He could not let himself go entirely and it didn't particularly matter to her anymore. In the beginning it had, but the pleasure he gave her was so far beyond anything she had ever experienced, she knew there was no other man for her. She knew he owned her. 

Long ago, she had been with many others. She had not been hung up on monogamy and cared only about pleasure. She sought to fill emptiness inside her, sought the comfort of others, and quickly learned that her wild ways didn't fill the hole inside of her. Later, she chose to marry a man who she thought would be good for her but he never really excited her. He was nice enough, but she was left feeling emptier than she could imagine. 

Her life, her confidence, her entire outlook on the future changed that day nearly three years ago when he walked into her work. She sold men's suits, so she was used to seeing attractive men (as well as some not so attractive ones) but when she looked up and saw him smile at her, calmness came over her. She has tried to explain it many times and each time her words fall short. She knew immediately, at that moment, that he had some power over her, though she had now real way of knowing exactly how much he would ultimately have. 

Having just finished a fitting with the most disagreeable, insanely wealthy customer and looking forward to her lunch break, she hung up the merchandise, he had deemed unworthy, to the rack. The doorbell rang and she found it impossible to hide her exasperation as she turned abruptly on her, much too, high heels. He actually laughed at her and sensing her annoyance, seemed to make it his personal goal to give her a hard time. 

His eyes, not really green, and not really brown, an indescribable color, seemed to bore into her and strike her very soul as he reached out to shake her hand. Her knees actually went weak and she had to struggle to regain her balance, to which he laughed and promptly pointed out she didn't need to be quite that tall.  He continued for the next two hours to make ridiculous requests of her and the more frustrated she got, the more he laughed at her. He challenged her. 

Tool played on the car stereo as she sat behind the wheel of her dream car and read the instructions again. She wanted to follow them exactly, any errors would certainly end in punishment and while the punishment would ultimately lead to her pleasure, it also meant her gratification would be delayed. 

The note, delivered by a most impressive well-dressed blonde stranger with emerald eyes, a color she had never seen, listed her instructions one by one. She briefly considered whether he had been wearing colored contacts, no one's eyes were really that color, were they?

Sweet Emily,

These instructions are to be followed exactly, any deviation will result in consequences and while I am sure you are familiar with some of the consequences, you may not be prepared for what I have in store for you. 

Emily pondered the potential penalties. Their games were not always like this, with him in control. She often got to play the dominant, although she had never been quite so elaborate. She thought fondly for some time about games they had played in the past, realistic role plays of broken down passenger and overly helpful stranger, risky public escapades in parks, restaurants, the book store, and dressing rooms. She could sit for hours thinking about how Jonathon had electrified her life. She never imagined there was a man that could share in her fantasies and was adventurous enough to act them out. The dampness in her panties was becoming more noticeable and her breathing rapid. 

Returning to the note, she realized she had already been less than successful at completing the first instruction properly.

1.Leave work immediately. Remove your panties. Open the small box that accompanied this note and insert the contents of the package promptly into your sweet spot. Do not delay in any way. 

She realized she hadn't even opened the box wrapped in pink tissue paper. She looked at the clock on her dash. It was already twenty minutes after five. She had spent way too much time savoring her memories. 

She opened the box, inside were a set of very large ben wa balls, she had always wondered what they felt like; they had never tried them before. She quickly removed her damp panties and set them on the seat beside her. She inserted the balls in her mouth, they were so large and the unfamiliar metal taste made her initially gag, but she knew from watching enough films they were to be lubricated before insertion. Emily looked around to see if anyone could see inside her car and realized no one was interested; the exhibitionist inside her was slightly disappointed. She spread her legs wide, tilted her pelvis, put her left foot on the dash and slid the balls deep inside. She had expected hesitation but her earlier reverie had made her so wet the balls slipped inside with little trouble. They felt larger than she expected, filled her insides, clanked together as they settled in place and her excitement was noticeable as she removed her fingers. She licked them, knowing he would have made her do the same. She was always surprised at how sweet she tasted, how much she liked it. 

She returned to the instructions he sent, wondering what else he had in store for her.

2.Proceed home. Do not stop anywhere. Do not waste time. I will know. Upon arriving, quickly enter the shower. Once there make sure you take extra special care to shave. Do not leave any stubble on your legs, under your arms but most especially ensure that sweet little mound of yours is bare. 

Emily started her car, a lime green Charger she had saved for 2 years to purchase, and practically sped home. Every time she stopped or even slowed the balls inside her shifted and she was amazed at the sensation. 

Her cat, Mocha, greeted her at the door and she didn't stop to pet him. She quickly went to the bathroom and started the water. She read ahead to the third instruction as she waited for it to warm. 

3.Once you have finished preparing your beautiful body for my pleasure you will find your attire neatly placed on your bed. Beside it you will find a bottle of scented oil. Rub the oil onto every inch of your body, do not miss anything, your skin needs to be soft for me. After you finish, carefully dress and apply your makeup and place your hair up; you know exactly how I like it. 

I do not need to remind you that you are not to touch yourself in any way that would lead to your own personal gratification. Your pleasure from this point forward belongs to me and it is only with my permission that you will be allowed to reach the point of satisfaction. 

Emily quickly removed her work attire to reveal the beauty that he appreciated so. Her legs were long for her frame and were not overly thin but toned and muscular, her thighs powerful. Her flat stomach only made her large full breasts look bigger than they were and her oversized dark nipples stood hard even though the room was filled with steam and warm from the shower. Her curves drove him crazy and he liked the fact that she was not what some would consider thin, she wasn't large either, but curved in all the right places. 

She stepped into the shower and was immediately aware of the balls inside her as she grabbed the razor and began to shave her legs, taking care not to miss an inch. When she spread her legs and lifted her foot to the edge of the tub to rid her already quite smooth mound of any stubble she nearly had an orgasm as the balls came in contact with her sensitive spot. The spot he alone knew, he alone could reach. Spreading her large lips she found it hard not to rub her sensitive throbbing button and relieve the pressure building inside. She moved fast to finish the task around her sensitive spots simply because her will power was not what it should be and she knew he would somehow know if she had pleasured herself. 

Her hair washed and conditioned, and her skin smooth all over, she stepped out of the shower , trying to move slowly as the shifting balls inside her were quickly becoming more than she could bear. She was becoming afraid she may orgasm without any effort. 

The clothes he had set on her bed were not something she would normally wear. She noticed they looked exceptionally innocent. A pale pink, almost white, layered skirt with fabric that would have been see-through had it not had so many layers.  Thigh high stockings and not too high heels, the panties were of course missing, as was a bra. She knew her nipples would show through the tight top he had chosen and although it was not sheer she was sure they would be able to be seen though the fabric. 

Carefully pulling up her naturally shaded auburn hair just the way he liked. She finished all of the tasks and moved onto number four. She looked at the clock and wondered how time was moving so quickly. Already 6:20 pm she had taken much longer than she should have and she knew there was going to be a punishment for her failure to keep on task. 

4.Proceed to our favorite restaurant. You will meet a dinner date. Be prepared it is not me. But I will be watching. So be on your best behavior. Remember. Your orgasms belong only to me. Your reservation is for 7:00 under your name. 

Emily started her car and looked at the clock it was already 6:45, she wondered how it was possible. She had no idea where time was going. She knew there was no way she was going to get across town by seven and was definitely going to be late. She thought about calling him but she knew that would only exasperate him. 

She sped the whole way to La Casita, praying she would not get stopped, and pulled into the parking lot at 7:25. Traffic was worse than expected. She wondered what would be in store for her.

Chapter 2

La Casita was more crowded than usual and the lobby was full of waiting customers. Emily was sure they knew she had no panties on and there was no doubt they could see her hard nipples poking through the shirt he had chosen. The skirt barely covered the tops of her thigh high stockings and she was glad there was a reservation for her. 

The hostess smiled as she looked up Emily's reservation and escorted her to the table that had been set for her. Emily's breath was taken away to see the guest she was to dine with. As she approached the table the most exotic and striking woman she had ever seen stood to greet her. Her long onyx colored hair spilled over her bare shoulders and the halter she was wearing barely contained what Emily was sure were the most perfect breasts and she immediately wanted to see them without their covering. 

She introduced herself as Aricella, and Emily could not help but wondering what she would taste like. She had always wondered what it would be like to be with a girl and she wondered if that was what Jonathon had in store for her. She looked around the restaurant for him and could not see him. She was sure he was there though. He said he would be able to see her. 

"Good evening Emily, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am sure we are going to have a wonderful evening" 

Emily was nervous. She had forgotten about the metal balls resting inside her but was immediately reminded of them as she sat at the corner table. It was the same table she and Jonathon always requested. They were able to play under the table covering and had often brought each other to ultimate pleasure as unsuspecting diners chatted about nothing and greedily ate authentic Mexican cuisine. 

Emily stuttered as she spoke, questioning the course of the evening. Aricella would only say that patience and compliance would be rewarded. She admonished her for being late and said that Jonathon was disappointed in her lack of punctuality but she would have to wait to see what her punishment would be. 

The waiter brought both women traditional margaritas and removed Aricella's empty glass. As he did Aricella slid next to Emily in the booth and slid her hand up her stocking covered thigh, whispering in her ear that she had always wanted a red-head. Emily shuddered and electricity ran through her body directly to her button. Aricella dipped her fingers inside Emily's extreme wetness and proceeded to lick them as Emily stared in disbelief in her aqua eyes.  

"You taste as good as I expected," she said and the words nearly brought Emily to orgasm once more. 

Her hand rapidly returned to Emily's throbbing button and began to rub it slowly. Emily could not speak and spread her legs as Aricella expertly fondled her, bringing her to the brink once more, and abruptly stopping. 

"Jonathon gave explicit instructions you are not to cum without him present; I think we may both be punished because I am finding it incredibly hard to not make you right now. I want to see you shake here in this restaurant," Aricella whispered in Emily's ear while bringing her sopping wet fingers to Emily's mouth and making her rid them of the mess she was making. Emily could feel the wetness literally dripping down her thighs and wondered just how much more she could take and the night had barely begun. 

The women ordered a light dinner, although they ate next to nothing. Aricella made sure of that. She guided Emily's hand under her skirt and instructed her that she was to make her cum. Emily, never having been with a girl before, was nervous but handled the task well. Rubbing Aricella to orgasm was not as difficult as she had expected and she determined that Aricella was nearly as turned on as she was. At one point one of her large breasts fell out of her halter, exposing the largest most erect nipples Emily had ever seen. Emily had kissed girls before, seen her friends naked, but had never been truly intimate. She had always wondered about it and Jonathon knew that. 

Aricella looked at her designer watch and announced that dinner was over just as the waiter brought a note to Emily.  She opened the fine stationary and read her next instructions. 

Emily dear, the show you have provided was highly entertaining. I enjoyed it immensely. I am however disappointed at your failure to comply with my earlier instructions and I am sure you know there are repercussions. 

There is a car waiting for both of you outside. Once you get in the car you will allow Aricella to blindfold you. You will not speak and upon arriving at our destination you will be bound. 

Emily realized that Jonathon was going to join them and the anticipation and uncertainty of what would follow excited her far beyond anything she could imagine. She trusted him implicitly and knew she was safe; still, she was slightly nervous about what was in store for her. 

Chapter 3

The car, a limousine, was spacious inside and as she entered she noticed a bottle of champagne chilling. She sat down and as Aricella entered Emily was in awe of the woman. Aricella was exactly the type of woman she had always found attractive and she wondered where Jonathon had found her. She briefly considered whether they had been lovers but pushed the thought from her head. 

Aricella blindfolded her and she sensed Jonathon's presence straightaway. She heard him instruct the driver to proceed to their destination and as he did so she felt her legs being spread. 

The tongue on her button was skilled, Emily began to reach for the head between her thighs but Jonathon instructed her not to use her hands or she would be bound right away. 

She knew it was Aricella devouring her like a hungry animal, she felt her silken hair on her thighs. Jonathon shaved his head, a feature she found utterly irresistible, and allowed her to distinguish him from the attractive woman who would bring her to an orgasm with little effort. 

Emily suddenly remembered the divider separating them from the driver had been open as she heard Jonathon say, "Isn't that hot? My girl is so sweet isn't she? You think I should allow her to cum? Would you like to see that?"

The driver's deep voice responded affirmatively, adding he didn't know how he was keeping the vehicle on the road with the show so clearly visible in his mirror. 

"Emily dear, would you like to cum?" 

Jonathon's voice and the thought of the driver watching her nearly brought her there and as she answered him that she would, Aricella began sucking her clit hard and her fingers entered her, shifting the balls that had been the object of near torture for the last few hours and Emily exploded violently. The balls contracted inside her and Jonathon admonished her saying she didn't wait for his permission, that he had only asked her but not said she could cum yet. 

Emily knew she would have a punishment waiting for her in addition to what she was to receive for being late. 

The driver thanked Jonathon, saying he could check something off his bucket list, even if he did just make an enormous mess. 

Emily was lost in lust, she had never experienced anything like the kind of orgasm she just had and she wondered if Jonathon had his cock in his hand as he watched the show the women provided for him. 

"Aricella, you do excellent work, I think she enjoyed herself. I am pleased with my purchase." 

Purchase, Emily thought. Aricella was an escort; hand selected by Jonathon no doubt as he did absolutely nothing without great consideration. She was comforted by the thought and glad they had not been lovers. Emily did not want Jonathon sharing his amazing skills with any other woman. 

Chapter 4

The car slowed to a stop and Jonathon thanked the driver for his service as the man said he would have done this job for free. 

She felt Jonathon take her hand and lead her down the walk. She heard the clicking of Aricella's heels behind them on the pavement.  As they walked through the threshold Emily was stuck by the sensation of not being able to see, her senses heightened to a level she never before felt, and the scent of roses surrounded her. 

"On your knees Emily," Jonathon instructed her and she complied. 

Emily felt her top being removed and her wrists being bound together in front of her. A pair of headphones was slipped over her ears. She heard nothing now except the music enveloping her.

Her nipples stood erect as someone began to pinch them, she was not certain who was pinching them but suspected it was Aricella by the softness of the skin brushing her. Her nipples were clamped with something. The pressure wasn't great and it was not at all painful, but it was enough to send electricity straight to her clit. 

She felt the restraint on her wrists being lifted, encouraging her to stand. Her arms were raised above her and her skirt was roughly ripped from her body. Every touch, every contact with her skin, was more intense than she ever experienced. The scene unfolding was more extreme than she had ever imagined and she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life. 

Emily's arms were now secured above her head and she stood practically on her toes. Her long legs stretched to their limit and she wondered what was coming next. It seemed like ages before she was touched again but when she was she felt someone begin to caress her legs , starting at her ankles and making their way up her thighs. 

She was surprised at the gentleness as the fingers barley brushed her skin. As whomever was doing the touching reached the apex of her thighs and exposed mound, her legs were thrust apart, and her clit flicked as the first spanking struck her bare bottom. It was harder than she was used to, painful actually, and as the bare hand stuck her full ass time and time again her clit was furiously rubbed. She had no idea what to expect next, the soundtrack of her torture and simultaneous pleasure, kept her from being able to anticipate what was going to happen. 


Emily's First Taste Pt. 02



Chapter 7 

Emily was exhausted. She slumped to the floor. She knew Jonathon was not going to fuck her. She ached to feel him and he knew it. 

"Tired babe?" he chuckled. 

Emily wanted to be in good graces, wanted to behave and please him in this game he had arranged. 

"Yes sir. May I use the bathroom?" she meekly replied. 

"Hmmm, perhaps. But first I think I need to see your skills again. I think you need to make Aricella cum once more. Think of it as a tip for her hard work and effort making you cum so well," he openly laughed as he taunted her, smiling in his devilish way. She loved him like that. His eyes lit up and his smile melted her heart and she knew it was all a delicious game. 

"I think Aricella's beautiful titties have been neglected. Would you like to suck on them?"

Emily thought about how badly she had to go pee, but pushed it out of her head. She had been dying to see them fully, taste the nipples, and feel them in her hands. 

"Aricella, please climb on the bed so Emily can appropriately please you. Do not remove your clothes. Emily must do it." Jonathon's commanding voice was like an aphrodisiac every time. It didn't matter whether it was on the phone in the most innocuous conversation or passionately making love, or as he ordered her to remove another woman's clothes. 

Aricella centered herself on the bed. Her beautiful long form, perfect in every way, was even easier to appreciate as she lay back on the bed. She had simply lifted her skirt earlier when she shoved her pussy into Emily's face so she remained fully clothed. Her long crepe like skirt flowed around her and she had straightened her halter that had exposed one or both of her perfect breasts more than once that evening. 

Emily, never having been with a girl in such an intimate was nervous but eagerly climbed on the bed. She slid Aricella's skirt slowly up her shapely legs, wanting to tease Jonathan just as much as he was teasing her. She was relishing in the moment and as Aricella's skirt reached the top of her thighs Emily brushed her thumbs across Aricella's swollen lips. It was evident that Aricella was truly excited too and Emily noted how wet she was. Her lips visibly as her juices seeped from her excited slit. Emily subconsciously licked her lips. 

She discarded the idea of lifting the halter over Aricella's head and instead leaned into her and began to gently lick her neck as she reached behind her head and undid the top. The fabric that had barely contained her large globes all night fell in front of Aricella. Emily continued to lick and suck Aricella's neck, and down toward her luscious mounds. Aricella's oversized cocoa nipples were hard and Emily rolled them between her fingers. 

She thought, as she lifted her still naked ass high in the air, I am going to turn him on so much he'll have to fuck me. Emily's lips were so engorged from their constant stimulation and her sex oozed her excitement as her mouth lowered to Aricella's full orbs. Emily, taking her time, began to massage Aricella's left breast with her right hand as she sucked everywhere on her right except her nipple. 

Aricella's breathing became more rapid and she pushed her pelvis hungrily against Emily trying to get some relief from the pressure building behind her button. Emily obliged and as she began to suck the lonesome nipple, Emily lowered her fingers to the sopping wetness between Aricella's thighs. Both women groaned as she did. 

As Emily plunged her first two fingers inside Aricella she manipulated her clit with her thumb and feverishly alternated sucking both of her nipples. Aricella's body writhed beneath her and Aricella succumbed to a body shaking orgasm. Emily caught sight of Jonathon feverishly pumping his cock in the chair beside the bed and she was filled with pride. 

Emily was not at all finished with her performance simply because Aricella came and dove between her thighs as she lifted her legs high over her shoulders she thrust her own dripping pussy in the air tempting Jonathon, hoping he would be pleased and fill her aching hole.

She continued to finger Aricella as she sucked her clit hard. Aricella bucked against her face and Emily took advantage of the wetness spreading down Aricella's thighs and Emily's own hand and thrust a finger in Aricella's tight ass as she replaced the space left by her missing fingers with her thumb. 

Emily wiggled her ass and reached between her own legs with her other hand to try and rub her clit, in an unconscious attempt to relive the tension building inside her. She had no idea being with another woman would excite her so, and she wasn't sure if it was simply the new experience or if Jonathon watching them was what made it so erotic. 

Lost in her lust she was bright to reality as she felt the crack of the crop across her ass. Hard. It was more painful than she had ever been spanked and she immediately realized her transgression. As she removed her hand from her own drenched pussy she returned her focus to Aricella. 

Licking and sucking her clit and lips and fucking her tongue, Emily knew her attempt to touch herself would prohibit Jonathan from fucking her right then. She worked harder to please him and Aricella and it wasn't long before Aricella flooded her face with copious amounts of her love juices. As she did so Emily felt the warm splash hit her back and she realized that in her failure to comply Jonathon had punished her by pleasing himself. 

Aricella lay back breathless, saying only, "Are you certain you have never been with a girl?"

Emily lad across her, still disappointed, but pleased with her performance, and still having to go to the bathroom. 

She felt Jonathon's fingers slip inside her as she lay there, with her sweat and Aricella's juices making her body sticky as they began to dry. 

He knew it would not take Emily long with a full bladder and he began to zealously fuck her hole with three of his fingers. 

"Emily, dear, that was the most delicious of sights. You put on quite a show. For that I will reward you with an orgasm." Emily rocked back on her knees and thrust her ass in the air thinking he would actually fuck her. Instead he began to manipulate her pussy as only he could, finding the spot only he knew was there, and as he wiggled his fingers inside she lost all control and her body rocked with the orgasm she was dying to have. 

"Aha, my dear, you never disappoint. You may use the bathroom and clean up. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow and for what I have planned, you need to be at your best." 

Chapter 8

Emily showered and pondered what Jonathan meant. The night had already been so much more than she had anticipated. Carefully she cleaned of her body removing the sticky love that covered her. She realized she had left Jonathan with beautiful Aricella, but she quickly pushed any thoughts of him pleasuring himself with her, although she knew she would be hard to resist. 

Their relationship was different. The ground rules different. She knew he did not love her in the traditional sense of the word, though she loved him more than any man, any person, she had ever known. He was different, guarded, and yet there was something so different about how he did care for her. 

Emily had never known romantic love. She had several long term relationships, was married for over a decade, and considered how she never felt connected to them as she did Jonathan. He knew her, inside and out, and she trusted him.

He was married though. Not married to another woman but married to his life, his job, his hobbies, his things. Many of her often friends told all he felt for her was lust, not love. She knew better. While she knew it might not be exactly love he felt for her, she knew it was something very powerful. She had tried many times to run away from him, even dated some other men once. They did nothing for her. He always seemed to wait patiently for her return. She never understood it. Never understood what spot she filled in his life since their time was limited, but learned she would never question it again. She had submitted to her feelings for him. 

Emily brushed her hair back and wrapped the luxurious robe she had found behind the door around her. 

For the first time that night she took in her surroundings. The modern bathroom was striking. White porcelain and chrome had been chosen with no ornamentation. She considered changing her bathroom at home to something similar as she opened the door to the combined living and sleep quarters. 

The light was dim and a fire was burning in the fireplace. Set in the center of the room and enclosed entirely in glass the amber light reflected on the mirrors that seemed to cover every flat surface possible.

A flush of panic swept over Emily as Jonathon and Aricella not immediately within sight. The still made but definitely used bed with its silver and black covering didn't have anyone in it and the kitchen and seating areas were devoid of her companions. She heard voices and realized they were outside through the double doors with their sheer covering on what was presumably a patio. 

Their conversation stopped as she exited but not in a way that would lead her to be suspicious. Instead Jonathon stood to greet her and gush with pride. He told her she was beautiful and her ability to easily make love to a woman without fear or hesitation was one of the things he adored about her. 

Pleased with herself Emily sat down to join them as Jonathon made his way to the wet bar. He didn't have to ask what she drank, he knew and her vodka tonic with lime was perfect without too much ice. 

The three of them sat for some time talking and smoking cigarettes until Aricella excused herself. She had an event to attend with a client early in the morning and needed rest. Jonathon told her she was welcome to shower there. 

"Normally I would, but your girl here kind of wore me out actually. She's quite good; you should hang on to her." 

Emily was pleased and her ear to ear grin only got bigger when Jonathon joked. "We'll see how she handles tomorrow, might have to trade her in," he said it with the straightest face possible but his shining eyes deceived him. 

Aricella let herself out as Emily and Jonathon talked for what seemed like hours although it wasn't that long. Emily began to yawn and Jonathon stood silently and reached for her hand. As he led her to the bed she was filled with love for him. 

Tenderly he nudged her into the bed and covered her with the luxurious down filled comforter. He sat beside her and stayed there for several moments brushing her still damp hair from her face before leaning to gently kiss her forehead before he shut off the light and walked to the bathroom to shower himself. 

By the time he returned Emily was deep in sleep and she never knew how long he stared at her in the soft light of the fire, caressing her hair, before he too drifted off to sleep. 

Chapter 9

Emily woke to the smell of coffee brewing and had no idea what time it was. She looked around and thought are there no clocks in this place? 

Jonathon hearing her stir, brought a cup of coffee to the bed side, prepared just as she liked, strong, but with cream and Splenda. Emily mused it was the color of Aricella's skin as she took a sip. 

"Good morning sweet girl, are you ready for today?" 

Not knowing what he had in store for her, she didn't know exactly how to answer but knew they were still playing the game and she responded meekly, "Yes sir." 

"Good. On your knees" he instructed. 

She had barely gotten a sip of her coffee. He knew it was her fuel. She immediately berated him, in her head, before sliding her nude body to the floor. 

"Cross your ankles and hands behind your back. Today will be an exercise in self restraint for you. You will learn your orgasms belong to me and are given at my discretion."

His tone was stern and immedistly her pussy began to tingle. 

He walked to the beside table and ceremoniosly removed a small violet velvet bag. Placing it on the bed beside Emily he ran his fingers through her hair, clenched a fitsful and bent to forcefully and passionately kiss her. Taken aback Emily didn't kiss back at first but as he thrust his tongue into her mouth she kissed him with equal vigor until he abrubtly stopped. 

"Emily my dear, you know I care for you greatly. Do I not? "

Panic set in and Emily was not sure what he was going to say. The monotone sound of his voice made her question his intention. He sensed this and brushed her cheek softly. 

"Yes sir"

"Today will push the boundaries of our relationship. You may have no idea how much I respect you and value our relationship. I am in awe of our shared tastes and willingness to try new things. I trust you with things I trust no one else with. You know that don't you Emily?"

"Yes sir," she replied but wondered where he was going with his statements. What did they mean? Was there a hidden meaning? 

"Today Emily will require you to use safe words. We have never done that before, but today will require them. This game we play is always at your discretion, our discretion." She knew he was referencing when the tables were turned and she was in charge. 

"I need you to think of two words that you will remember, I will remember, and they will mark your limits. One for when your boundaries are pushed and you are reaching a limit, but might choose to for me to tread lightly. The other means I must absolutely stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." She was so curious what he had planned and the fact it could be extreme was making her core begin to drip. She felt her lips slide against each other as she nervously shifted and she knew she was incredibly wet already. 

"What are your words Emily dear?"

"Um," she hesitated but sputtered, "apple." Knowing hesitation would produce ramifications. 

"And?" he commanded.

"Bazinga," she blurted out. He lost his composure and laughed aloud. 

"Really? Bazinga?"

"Yes sir, it was all I could think of" 

"Fine Emily. Apple and Bazinga it is. Bazinga is your hard limit word. Should you at any point reach a level you absolutely cannot proceed, use that." He laughed under his breath once more. 

"I want you to really recognize that I care about you intensely and you are truly the only woman that excites me. I want you to want only me. That being said today may present itself with situations that will push our limits. Do not do anything you do not want because you think it will please or don't choose not to do something because you think I will be displeased. Do you understand?" 

She was totally perplexed. What did he have planned? Was she at all prepared for it?

"Yes sir, I understand." 

"Very good then," he said as he reached into the velvet bag he still held in his hands and produced something small and metal and she recognized immediately they were nipple clips. They had never used those and she was apprehensive but excited. 

He bent and clamped one on each of her nipples. There was rubber on each tip so the pain was not biting, but it was intense and unlike anything she had experienced. She was surprised at how enjoyable it felt. 

He did not wait for commentary from her but reached into the bag once again and produced a silver bullet with the smallest tail attached to it. It was not something they had used before and it must have been purchased for the occasion. 

"Bend and place your hands in front of you. Your ass high in the air for me Emily." 

She silently complied and as she did she felt his fingers glide over her sex. 

"Oh my Emily dear, you are so wet. You do like our game don't you?"

"Oh yes sir, very much" she responded as he began to rub his fingers over her wetness, careful not to brush her clit or enter her. He used her wetness to lubricate her other tight hole and gently slipped his finger inside her. She moaned at the sensation as he coaxed the hole to relax. The feeling was intense and she loved it. Swiftly he inserted the bullet into her ass. 

"Emily, I warned you yesterday you would be punished for cumming without my permission. This is part of your punishment. I will control your pleasure all day. This bullet, and another inserted into your beautiful wet pussy are remote controlled," he told her, as he turned it on electricity shot into her ass and the sensations were powerful. 

"Do you like that Emily?"

"Yes, sir," she wondered how she was going to be able to control herself with that apparatus inserted in both of her holes. 

Jonathon deftly inserted another bullet, slightly larger, into her other awaiting hole and turned it on. 

Vibrations rocked through her body, the nipple clips seemed to tighten as blood rushed throughout her body. She could feel a climax building almost instantly with such a barrage on her senses. Moaning she tried to rock back onto her heels and as she did she felt the crack of the crop on her exposed ass. Hard. 

"You will not cum Emily. I will not let you. Not until I say," Jonathon instructed.

Her actions were almost involuntary and she was shaking at the sensations. He spanked her again, harder, and while his spanking was meant to shock her, it too felt amazing. She was so close. She tried to think of other things, tried to make it stop. She did not want to disappoint him. She wanted only to feel him inside her and she knew he was willful and would not let that happen without her compliance. 

He sensed she was close and stopped his torture of her sensitive body. She enjoyed sex far more than any woman he had ever been with and it was something he adored about her. Her freedom to enjoy pleasure overwhelmed him. Her ability to cum over and over again, was a shared pleasure for both of them and he loved to watch her. 

"Stand Emily." 

Emily complied but her knees were surprisingly unsteady. The sensations she had just experienced were like any other she had felt before. She was not prepared for the day she surmised. 

"Remain still," he instructed as he walked to a table in the center of the room to pick up a neatly folded pile of clothing. 

"This is your attire for the day. I admit it's not much but you are being punished and quite frankly I appreciate your body so much. Others should as well. You normal attire is sexy but much too conservative for today, so I have selected these clothes for you." 

She thought to herself that he had obviously assumed she would not be able to comply with his instructions and had planned for her punishment well in advance.

He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking and said, "Yes Emily. I knew it would be intense for you." 

How did he do that she thought? How could he read her mind? He did it frequently. 

"Raise your arms." He ordered. 

He slipped a sheer slip of a top over her head. It was see through and really covered nothing despite its coral color. The nipple clips easily visible, and the sheer fabric felt heavenly as it brushed across her tremendously hard nipples that pushed against it. 

He bent and wordlessly instructed her to step into an equally sheer skirt. 

It was white, like the skirt he had given her the day before, except without all of the layers. It was short see through at the right angles and the entire outfit left her feeling as naked as she was minutes before. 

"You are beautiful Emily; I think it is time we show you off."

"Yes sir, but may I ask a question?" Emily modestly requested. 

"You may."

"Sir, when might I earn the opportunity to feel you inside me?" she came close to begging as she spoke. 

"In due time, I will take you in a way you will never forget, but first, we are going out."

Chapter 10

As they left the hotel, Emily felt all eyes on her. She hadn't realized what the building looked like when they entered. It was a side of the road motel that looked somewhat run down and belied the opulence inside. Looking back at the building she wondered how Jonathan even knew of such a place. There was no way he would have selected it from the roadside. She wondered if he had been there before. 




Emily's First Taste Pt. 02



"Emily, I have not been there before. I found it on the internet. Stop worrying"

She groaned at him and he chuckled. He knew the groan was because he read her thoughts once again. How did he know her so well?

They had arrived in a limousine but Jonathon escorted her to a car that was not his. 

"I borrowed it from a guy at work, do you like it?" 

A convertible, she wasn't sure of the make, but it was the most striking indigo color with white interior, she realized it to be a custom paint job. 

The day was warm but not oppressively so. She slid into the car and felt the familiar vibrations start inside. Jonathan chuckled as Emily gasped and backing the car out of the lot, they sped off down the road. 

"Emily, kneel on the seat, raise your ass in the air and suck my cock." 

She knew the wind would leave her bare ass totally exposed. Jonathon preferred her without panties and today was no exception. The sheer fabric blew up and the wind on her wet lips felt utterly extraordinary and coupled with the pulsations inside her she knew it would be difficult to maintain control. 

She reached over to undo Jonathon's jeans and as she did she felt him adjust the speed on the delightful invaders inside her from a steady throb to pulsations, slow and steady. 

She lowered her mouth to his cock and devoured it. She truly enjoyed pleasing him with her mouth and sucked him deep inside her throat, burying her face in his pelvis. She could sense other cars passing them, knowing they had a full view of her bare pussy, but she didn't care. She was lost. He felt so perfect in her mouth and she skillfully slid her mouth up and down his rigid shaft, trailing her tongue along its substantial length as she did. She was concentrating only on pleasing him. She willed herself to ignore the pleasure she was receiving, determined to not cum although she was close. 

Emily reached inside Jonathon's jeans and cradled his balls in her hands. She knew how much he liked it as she sucked his cock. She would have sucked on them but the steering wheel would have made it awkward. 

She was focused and determined, slowing and speeding up occasionally, then slowing again to only teas and lick his head. She could make love to his cock with her mouth all day, and while the wind on her bare ass made it hard to concentrate, she was giving him the blowjob of her life. He moaned with pleasure and grabbed the back of her head shoving it down deep on to his hard shaft. She knew he was about to cum and would have if the semi passing them had not pulled his air horn in appreciation. 

They both started laughing and the distraction proved to make Jonathon realized he himself could no longer take it. He had to have her and she made it the entire time without cumming, a record for her, and she was to be rewarded with an incredible fucking. 

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He pulled to the side of the road, it wasn't really a park and ride or even a designated parking area so much as it was a place that people had stopped by the roadside to appreciate the river that flowed alongside it. The space was not directly visible from the road only because it was lower and close to the bank of the river but should someone pull in or look hard enough they could easily be seen there. 

"Out" he ordered, "to the front of the car."

She assumed she would be finishing her job but instead as she approached the front of the car, he grabbed her and kissed her with a passion she had never felt before. He held her face in his hands and at that moment, if that kiss wasn't love, she didn't care to know what was because she felt it in every muscle in her body. They stood there for some time, with him kissing her as she had never been kissed until he guided her body to the hood of the car. 

He laid her back as if he couldn't do it quickly enough and slid her high on the hood. Swiftly, he reached between her thighs and yanked the bullet from her drenched slit. The drive had caused her juices to cover the tops of her thighs and she was a mess, a delightful sloppy mess that he could not wait to get inside. 

He pulled her back down the hood of the car onto his still exposed cock and they both groaned in unison. It took every ounce of restraint the night before not to fuck her. He loved the feel of her wrapped around him. It fell like nothing else. She was a perfect fit and although he wanted to blindly fuck her, he wanted to enjoy the moment. The wind off the water wafted over them and as he thrust inside her he bent to suck her nipples and as he raised the fabric of her top he inhaled deeply at the sight of her lovely hard buttons securely held in the clamps. Taking one in his mouth he pulled her back onto him tighter and picked up speed. The only sounds that could be heard was the occasional car, the wind off the river, Emily's animal like moans, and the wetness of her as he made each stroke. 

Emily was close the other bullet was still humming in her ass and the throbbing coupled with the hunger she felt for Jonathan's cock she knew she was close, she bucked her hips against him trying to swallow him inside her. Their fucking had always been good but this moment for the both of them was far beyond the intensity even they had felt before.

Neither one of them notice the car pull up near their car. Their pace was furious and Emily begged. 

"Please sir, please let me cum" 

Jonathon was surprised she hadn't and realized he hadn't given her permission. It seemed she had actually gained control. 

"Yes, Emily. Cum for me, cum on my cock, let me feel you" 

His words were all she needed and she let go, cumming with a force she had never felt before. It was explosive, her entire body shuddered and she spewed her juices every, spraying everywhere. A phenomenon she had only heard about she could not stop and the new sensation was more than even Jonathon could handle and as she clenched her muscles are his throbbing cock he shot his huge load inside of her. Their juices mingling together and soon they were both a mess because his cumming inside of her seemed to make her cum again, or had she stopped at all? She was shaking and her entire body seemed to clench down on him, prolonging his orgasm, until he collapsed on her still pulsing body. 

They lay there for some time until they heard clapping. 

Stunned they raised their heads to see a young couple. They had leaned against their own hood and she was furiously pumping his cock with her right hand as they stood side by side. 

"Simply amazing" she said as she knelt in front of her man and began to take him in her mouth. He leaned his lanky young frame against the car and enjoyed her work. 

Emily and Jonathon, both quite spent, lay across the hood of their car and watched as the young lady sucked her man, massaging his balls until he too could take it no more. He lifted her to her feet and gruffly ripped her jeans to her ankles. She was beautiful, in her mid-twenties Emily suspected, long hair that wasn't blonde and not red either but more of a copper color. Her breasts were substantial for her frame and Emily wondered if they were real, while simultaneously appreciating their beauty. The girl lifted her shirt, presumably to feel the warm metal from the hood of the car on them, as she lay flat against it. Her suitor, who was well toned but all together skinny, thrust his cock inside her. He fucked her with the finesse and skill of a young man lacking substantial experience, much more concerned about his own pleasure instead of hers. Still, it was erotic to watch them, he fucked her like an animal and she seemed to enjoy it with her loud moans. Soon he was going faster, and it was not long before he pulled his cock from her and shot his load aiming for her as he over shot and covered her back and some of her hair with his young cum. 

Emily felt bad for the girl because she was pretty sure she didn't cum, she wondered if she experienced an orgasm yet in her young life. She looked at Jonathon in awe, rubbed his beautiful bald head she loved so much and placed kiss above his eyebrows. She loved this man. She was grateful he had allowed her to cum and she wondered; this could not possibly be what we needed safe words for? What was yet to come? 

Chapter 12

He brushed her hair out of her face and she felt the vibrations switch off and was disappointed. 

"Don't worry Emily dear, there is more to come. I think that right now however, your vigorous orgasm has necessitated the need for both of us to shower." 

They slid back into the car and as they proceeded back in the direction from which they came, Emily slid her hand inside Jonathon's pants and coaxed his cock to awaken once more. 

"Emily... You are insatiable" 

"Only for your sir." She fluttered her eyes at him and laid her head on his shoulder, her hand in his pants. She wasn't really attempting to be entirely sexual; she truly loved the feel of his cock in her hand. She loved to be close to him in any way she could and feeling him respond to her when she touched him, even after their explosive orgasms; she knew that she was just as much in control as he was. As she lay there, she began to ponder how she was going to repay him for such a remarkable weekend. 

The drive back to the hotel seemed much quicker than their original journey out and before long they were in the shower together. The hot water cascaded over Emily's face as she knelt before the man she revered and took her time worshipping the cock that gave her so much pleasure. 

She wondered if other women experienced the same type of climax she felt, that she had only obtained with him. She had tried to talk to her friends about it, tried to put it in to words, they never felt adequate. Words never seemed to express the sensations, the feelings inside her heart, her body, her mind, when he made her cum. The best she could do is say that she felt it in every muscle in her body, literally. There were times she ached afterwards in muscles she didn't know existed, muscles she had no recollection of actually using, despite their vigorous fucking at times. 

It started slow and low most times. A feeling in her belly that began to spread, a pressure that ebbs and peaks and wanes and heightens until she bursts with such force her scalp tingles, her skin quivers, and she is spent, satiated and utterly in awe. It had never been like that before and she is confident it could be like that with no other and she didn't even want to think about searching for another twenty years to find someone else that could anyway. 

Jonathan leaned back against the glass wall of the shower and watched Emily as she took him in her mouth again and again. He loved to watch her. Even at that moment, her wet hair falling in her face, her makeup bleeding slightly, she looked so vulnerable and he knew she belonged to him. The sound of the water, her moaning as she devoured him and the sight of her looking up at him for his approval was nearly more than he could stand. He grabbed the back of her head, a handful of her hair and as he thrust deep into her throat, he arched his back and she reached up and grabbed his tight well shaped ass, running her finger along his own tight hole. He was close, and she knew it. She gently slid her wet finger into his snug hole, massaging the spot she knew felt intense for him. 

He had to have her again. The night before, waiting to take her was more than he could handle, and this moment he needed her. He lifted her by her hair and gruffly turned her. Bending her at the waist, she instinctively placed her hands on the glass wall and he entered her slippery pussy from behind. He pulled her back against him; he leaned against the wall into a near seated position. His powerful thighs held her steady as he thrust his hips up and into her. She spread out her arms and steadied herself against the sides of the shower and as he plunged into her she bounced herself back against his cock. 

They fucked like a well-oiled machine. They knew exactly what the other liked and they savored the feelings they created in the other, in themselves. Jonathon reached around her and grabbed her substantial titties and used them to pull her back against him, as he did he twisted her still clamped nipples between his fingers. 

"Please baby... sir, let me cum." 

He briefly forgot the game that was being played; he forgot he was in control. He forgot that she had been waiting for him to permit her pleasure brought him to the brink. 

He forcefully began to fuck her, thrusting his hips into her, squeezing her mounds almost painfully, he was close to losing control himself. 

"Do it Emily, cum on my cock" as he remembered the game.

It was more than she could bear and she let go. She shook violently, and collapsed back against him.

He held her there, his solid legs supported them both and he filled her with his cum, her clenched pussy too much for him. As his hot fluid hit the inside wall of her it sent her to another level and her body rocked again. She couldn't process any thoughts and their shared ecstasy made them collapse together on the floor of the shower. They sat there for some time, no words, until the water turned cool. 

"Let's nap my dear. Tonight, and what I have planned for you, will be strenuous."

Chapter 13 

They slept for some time. Naked and cocooned in each other's arms, Emily awoke before Jonathon and simply lay there, listening to him breathe and the rhythm of his heart. She often did that, just experiencing the moment with him. She never let him know, but she often memorized the time they spent together, just in case it ever ended, she wanted the memories to last forever. 

She turned to face him and ran her hand across his chest, teasing his nipples as he slept. She rarely touched them even though she wanted to. His nipples were sensitive and she never wanted to do anything that didn't please him, though she longed to nibble them, suck them hard. 

He always slept so soundly when they were together, she hoped that he felt peace with her. 

Emily trailed her fingers across his belly, watching the rise and fall of each breath, she saw his rigid form under the sheet and she could not help but slip her hand under the covers and traced the head of his solid cock with her fingernail.

Jonathon moaned and she knew he had awakened with her touch. He lay there for some time allowing her to tease him. Suddenly he grabbed her wrist, as he remembered his plan for the evening and instructed her to stop. 

He looked at the clock. It was nearly eight o'clock. He had not intended to sleep so long. Perhaps the late night and their escapades had exhausted them. 

"Emily, are you prepared for this evening?" 

Not knowing what he had in store for him she was not sure. He had made her select safe words. She was apprehensive but summoned her strength and confidently said, "Yes sir." 

He knew she was nervous and was proud of her attempt at covering it up. 

He knew she would need her strength and determined they needed to eat before their activities. He consulted his phone and called a local Italian restaurant, ordered them dinner and as they waited for the pick-up time to arrive they sat on the patio and talked. 

There was never a dull moment in their conversations and they could discuss anything with little effort. 

Jonathon looked at his watch and realized he had missed the time to pick up their dinner by several minutes and he grabbed his keys and rushed out the door without saying a word. 

Emily sat there enjoying the night, their time, smiling as she remembered the events of the previous twenty-four hours. 

Jonathon returned quickly and they devoured their salads, penne a la vodka, and garlic bread. He had gotten a bottle of wine it disappeared rapidly along with most of their dinner. 

When it was clear she was through eating he instructed her to ready herself for the evening ahead. 

She wasn't sure what his broad instructions meant and simply uttered, "Sir?"

"Pull up your hair like I like, make sure everything is still smooth, apply your makeup as you do, and get ready. You will be inspected so if I were you, I would be thorough in your pursuits dear." 

His tone severe she knew the game was going to continue in earnest and she again wondered what the safe words were for. 

As if he was again reading her mind he asked, "You do remember them, the safe words, don't you Emily?" 

"Yes sir," she halted and turned to face him with her response. 

"Proceed." 

Chapter 14

When Emily returned, her hair perfectly in place, her make up subtle and flawless, Jonathon gasped. He never tired of looking at her. 

"Stand before me Emily dear." 

He blindfolded her, tightly enough so that she could not see, but not tightly enough to disturb the work she had just done to prepare. 

He reapplied the nipple clips he had allowed her to remove before they slept earlier in the day. She gasped as he applied them, he tightened them more than he had before and they were more painful, but still the feeling of pressure was enjoyable. 

He walked around her, caressing her ass, trailing his hand over her hip as he cupped her mound. He manipulated her clit and firmly said "You will do as you are told today Emily. Or the punishment will be more severe than it has ever been in the past." 

"Yes Sir," her nervousness showed. 

He walked to the bed where he had laid a gown for her to wear. As he returned to her side he instructed her to raise her arms and he slipped the gown over her head. It was tight, and conformed to every curve. Again it was white and although it was not see through her nipple clips were readily visible through the tight fabric. She knew he would not provide her with panties and could feel that the gown was dramatically slit up one side to the top of her hip. She knew that such a slit would expose her bareness as she walked and it immediately turned her on. An exhibitionist by nature she enjoyed that she felt safe enough to indulge in her fetish and he enjoyed showing her off. Little did she know that as the night progressed she would be exposed more than she had ever imagined. 

Jonathon guided her to the bed and helped her sit on the edge. He never spoke a word as he slipped shoes on her feet. She could tell they were drastically high heels and immediately worried about her ability to walk in them. As he knelt before her he spread her thighs and caressed them, trailing his fingers up to her bare sex. It was immediately evident to him that the process had an effect on her as he dipped his fingers in her already wet pussy they both moaned simultaneously. He played with her for a while, tickling that spot that drove her mad. She steadied herself on the bed, placing her hands behind her and spreading her legs allowing him unfettered access. She was disappointed when he stopped his teasing and pouted, she left her legs spread hoping he would continue, but felt his fingers on her lips instead. 

"You like this game don't you Emily? Clean up your mess." He ordered as he brought his fingers to her mouth. 

She knew it was a rhetorical question and proceeded to suck his fingers clean with the same enthusiasm she would exhibit if it were his cock. 

"Rise Emily," his commands were more forceful than ever before and she began to wonder in earnest what was in store for her. 

She felt him place something around her neck. It was not tight but the material was slightly rough against her skin. Emily immediately recognized it to be a collar. She had read about them, seen them in movies, but never experienced one and she was not immediately sure how she felt about it on her in that moment. She trusted him and was willing to try it because she knew he only had their mutual pleasure in mind. 

Jonathon hooked a light chain to the front of the collar at the base of her throat and she felt it rest between her breasts. 




Emily's First Taste Pt. 02



Silently he placed white leather cuffs, which matched the collar gracing her neck, around each of her wrists. He hooked them together and then to the chain that draped in front of her. Mentally she was not sure how she felt about the apparatus, but her pussy told a different story and she felt her lips began to swell, her clit to throb, and the juices began to flow from her slit. 

"You are not to speak unless spoken to, do you understand?" 

"Yes." She responded and as she felt the sting of the crop across her ass, she realized she had forgotten to say sir. 

"Yes sir," she corrected. 

"Very good then." 

She felt a tug on her wrists and he led her to the car. He secured her with the seat belt and spread her legs wide. He hiked her skirt up and exposed her wetness to the air once again. The night was still warm and although the top was up, the air on her wet pussy was exhilarating. She knew the wind from the open windows as they drove would be intense; everything was always more intense when she was blindfolded. 

Chapter 15 

She had no idea how long they drove, where they were headed. It seemed to take some time and periodically Jonathon reached between her spread legs and bringing her to the brink of orgasm before stopping, never speaking a word.

When they pulled to a complete stop her heart began to race. Emily had no idea what was in store for her, and it was so intensely erotic she could barely contain herself. She longed to cum. Jonathon's teasing of her pussy coupled with the newness of the situation was pushing her limits. 

Jonathon walked around the car and helped her steady herself on her shoes that must have neared five inches in height. She recalled the day they met when he made fun of her for her heels and was surprised at the height of the shoes he had chosen.

Again, as if reading her mind, he instructed. "The shoes are meant to increase your feeling of vulnerability Emily. I can see they are working. You must trust me. " 

She did trust him and was more turned on that she had been the night before; she didn't know what was about to happen but knew it would likely be impossible to hold back her orgasm if she was required to do so. 

He led her up a walkway and approached a couple waiting by the entrance of a grand home. It certainly would have taken Emily's breath away if she had been able to take it in. She had grown up in poverty and although she had worked hard for everything she had, the mansion in front of them was something she would have only dreamed of seeing in person. 

The walk had been lined with small tinted lights that cast an amber glow on the perfectly manicured lawn and ornately trimmed bushes that accented the front of the building. 

Emily was unable to notice a couple walking toward them. 

A man's voice, low and deep, greeted them, "Jonathon. So good to see you. I trust you found the place ok?" 

"GPS. Couldn't live without it" 

"Welcome to my home. I think you will find the evening to exceed your expectations." The deep voice suggested. 

"I have no doubt," Jonathon replied. 

"You know my girl, Aricella, of course. How were her services? Did she meet your expectations?" 

Emily's mind raced. Aricella. What was happening? She immediately smiled despite her nervousness recalling the taste of the beauty on her lips. 

"She did, Emily preformed rather well. Both girls put on quite the show." Jonathon replied. 

"Wonderful," the voice boomed," so good to hear. Aricella is worth every penny. Shall we go inside?" 

"Absolutely, I have been waiting for this night for months," Jonathon replied, obviously excited. 

For months, Emily wondered. Jonathon never planned anything in advance. She assumed that the weekend had been on impulse. She gathered he had been able to get away and had quickly arranged things. As she considered all that had transpired she realized that much thought had gone into planning the weekend and she loved him for the effort he had put into their pleasure. 

The men escorted their women, both dressed in similar attire, with Aricella wearing a matching red dress and heels, and as they crossed the threshold of the home, able to fit through the grand entrance together, there was a collective gasp from the crowd of people awaiting their arrival. 

Chapter 16 

Emily felt more exposed than she ever had in her life. She could sense there were many people in the room and although she trusted Jonathon, she wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen and realized that she might actually need safe words. 

"She is really lovely Jonathon," the booming voice spoke, "you were not exaggerating her beauty, that is for sure. And these, are exquisite." 

Emily felt hands on her and immediately realized they were not Jonathon's. She was unsure how to react; she flinched and almost fell back on her heels. The hands did not touch her long but briefly cupped her breasts and flicked the nipple clips under the fabric of her dress. 

Jonathon leaned into her and whispered in her ear. "You are mine, you are beautiful and your beauty is appreciated. I will not allow anyone to hurt you." 

She was conflicted. The vulnerability of the situation had her pussy soaking her thighs and she could not control that response, yet she was not sure she wanted another man touching her. Wondering how Jonathon would allow it. Perhaps he did not care for her as she thought. 

Again, he read her mind, and whispered in her ear. "You are mine Emily. I am yours. Always. Do not forget it. It is not that I want to share you but instead want you to expand the boundaries of your pleasure. I have never experienced anything like this either and it will be new for both of us. If you do not like it, use your safe words. We can leave and never do anything like it again. " 

The only words she heard him say were "I am yours" he said he was hers. Always. She heard the words she had longed to hear and that was all that mattered to her. She didn't know what was going to happen next but she believed that he would take her away if it was too much for her. 

Not having been instructed to speak, she did not reply. 

"Do you understand?" 

"Yes sir," she summoned from within. 

"Let us proceed, Kyle" Jonathon instructed. 

The conversations from around the room made it sound like there was an enormous gathering. Emily's blindfold made it impossible to accurately guess how many people were there. In reality there were five other couples in the room. The women all dressed in matching gowns of different colors, although they were not restrained as Emily was. 

Emily was led to the center of the room and Jonathon guided her arms above her head. He hooked her wrists as he had the night before and Emily felt her dress cut from her body. 

Naked in a room full of unknown strangers was extremely intense for her brain to process; her pussy told a different story. It had been betraying her fears all night. 

Emily's legs were spread. She felt two sets of hands on her and she had no way of knowing whose hands they were. Were they another man's? She was certain they were not Jonathon's, she knew his touch. After a few seconds she suspected they were women's hands but she could not be entirely sure. 

They started at her ankles and if Emily had been able to see her surroundings she would have seen the couples seated around the room gazing at her like a spectacle. She heard murmurs and comments of approval. Jonathon was seated in a large leather easy chair closest to her watching as two women, Aricella, and another knelt at her feet. They were also naked and Emily felt their hands and tongues find their way from her ankles slowly up her calves. 

The sight was certainly something to behold and around the room the men shifted in their seats, leather easy chairs identical to the one Jonathon sat in, adjusting their swelling cocks, almost in unison. The three other women knelt on the floor beside their partners and remained silent. 

The experience of unknown hands climbing up her legs, tongues finding their way to her wet pussy and ass, was extreme. Emily struggled to keep her balance on the heels that were much too high for the situation. 

As she faltered, she felt a smack on her ass. She had no idea who had planted it there and if she had been able to see she would have seen a woman, dressed as she had been, except in black. 

She was clearly in charge. Submissive to the men in the room and yet she was in charge, a commanding presence, even without words. 

Emily steadied herself and felt the crop that had connected with her ass between her thighs caressing her clit. 

"Is she enjoying herself?" Emily heard an unknown man's voice ask. 

"Yes sir. She is quite wet." 

The tongue's she felt on her body began to suck at her pleasure points in earnest. The sucking on her clit was more that she could bear, the experience, although she was afraid of what was to come it was intensely erotic. She started to shake. Again she felt the crack on her ass and it was hard, tears formed in her eyes and she was reminded she was not to cum. 

She steadied herself once again and suddenly she felt more hands on her body. The other two women who had been seated in the room were now touching her whole body. Four women were licking and sucking her entire body, putting their hands inside her and on each other. The men in the room were appreciative and commentary as though it were a sporting event ensued. 

"Look at her tight ass with that tongue up it. What a sight. She really is fucking fantastic Jonathon" 

The booming voice she remembered Jonathon address as Kyle said "bring her down and take her to the bed. Strap her down." 

Emily's wrists were lowered and she was led to a soft bed in the middle of the room. The other women strapped her down and as her shoes were removed, the women who were still dressed removed their clothing. 

"Take off her blindfold," the voice boomed. 

Chapter 17

Even the dimmed candle light of the room was a lot for her eyes and they took some time to adjust. As they came into focus she realized the people on the bed beside her were all women. Striking women, all exquisite in their features and Emily considered humbly that she was not nearly beautiful enough to be in the group. 

Behind the women kneeling at her sides were several men. She didn't recognize any of them and wondered if Jonathan knew them all. She looked at him as he stood at the head of the bed and he bent to kiss her. She knew by the look he gave her he was asking if she was all right. She nodded to him she was. 

It was surreal to be surrounded by five naked women, strapped to a bed, encircled by six attractive men. 

She had little time to process it because before she knew it Aricella's familiar pussy was in her face. She began to hungrily devour the slit. Her beautiful lips made Emily jealous. She wished her own lips were tight and compact and as she thought of it she felt sucking on her own large lips. 

Two of the women had slid between Emily's legs and were slurping her sopping wet center. The noise they made was loud and although she could not see them kissing each other, sucking her juices off their faces, she knew it was likely a sight to behold. 

She focused on the pussy in front of her. Aricella tasted so sweet and she thoroughly enjoyed making love to her with her tongue. She thrust it between the slit and making it hard began to fuck Aricella with her tongue. As she did a woman with flaxen hair and green eyes came into her view. She began to massage Aricella's clit and suck her titties as she did. 

It was intense. She heard the sound of zippers lowering and had she been able to see around the beauties in front of her she would have seen the men around the bed removing their clothes. She wondered what Jonathon was doing, but she was in such ecstasy she couldn't really process that he could be touching other women. 

The tongues between her legs and the intensity of the situation were taking her over the edge, she was building and she knew she couldn't contain it. She felt fingers thrust inside her and wiggle inside her. She begged, "Please sir, Please," it was inaudible to the others as she said it into Aricella's pussy. She was grateful that it was. It didn't stop the flood that erupted from her however. She came with a force she didn't expect and shot her cum into the faces of the women between her legs. As she did, it sent Aricella over the edge and she too came with surprising force. 

Emily's body rocked and the women were ordered to clean her up. They did so with their tongues. Her sensitive clit flicked repeatedly she came again. 

She knew immediately that Jonathon had not given her permission to cum and she knew given the extreme nature of the night, she was in for a punishment that she had never experienced before. 

Chapter 18

"Untie her," Jonathon ordered. "Bring her here." 

Emily was untied and brought to the center of the room in front of Jonathon. She knelt down and saw the women do the same by their men. 

"Emily, your orgasms belong to me. I didn't give you permission. Bend over." 

Emily did as she was instructed and she felt the sting of the crop on her ass. Intended as a punishment it was harsh but was like a lightning bolt to her clit. 

The spanking continued and as it did Emily watched the women one by one begin to suck the cocks of the men in the room. 

The sight was overwhelming and although Jonathon was spanking her harder than he had in the past she was intensely turned on once again. 

"Emily. Do you understand that you cum only for me? When I say you can? You are mine. And it is my discretion that allows your pleasure. I want it all." 

Emily was obstinate and did not respond; he had not given her permission to do so. 

Her ass stung and it was almost more than she could bear. He struck it once more. 

"Answer me," he ordered. 

Emily found it incredibly hard to concentrate between the painful, yet exhilarating, spanking she was receiving and the highly stimulating scene in front of her. Five women with perfect asses, full and well-shaped, were sucking the men in front of them with fury as she was punished for her transgression. She felt her pussy dripping. 

"Yes, sir" 

"Good." 

Jonathon himself could handle it no longer and he knelt behind her, thrusting his painfully hard cock into her wet pussy as the others watched. Emily felt exposed, turned on, and delightfully dirty all at once. 

Jonathon pushed her face into the rug and pounded her wet pussy. The men before him cheered him on and in no time he pulled himself out and exploded most of it hitting her ass, but quite a bit of it hitting her hair and overshooting her all together. 

Emily lay there, even though she had not been allowed to cum, she was still pleased because she could feel the intensity of Jonathon's orgasm and was glad it had belonged to her. 

Chapter 19

One of the other women, not as tall as the others, with burgundy hair and average sized but perfectly round breasts knelt beside her and began to lick Jonathon's cum from her body. It wasn't long before another girl did the same. Their partners slid behind them and entered them, it was clear they were as turned on as she was because the squishing sound their pussies made seemed to echo in the room. 

Jonathon moved in front of her and stroked his cock as he watched the women clean Emily of his load. Aricella moved behind Emily and forced her face into Emily's ass tongued her tight asshole, fingered her still soaked pussy, and as she did she produced a loud sucking sound mimicking the noises the rest were making. 

Jonathon lifted Emily by her hair and pulled her face to his cock, rigid again, and instructed her to suck it. 

By this time everyone in the room was in some state of sex and the two couples immediately to the left of Emily and Jonathon were a sight to behold. Emily could only see them from the corner of her eye but she could see that one of the women was on her hands and knees with her partner fucking her from behind. The other woman with black hair, the one who had unbeknownst to blindfolded Emily, had smacked her ass earlier in the evening had positioned herself below the blonde on all fours and was enthusiastically sucking the blonde's clit and massaging the balls of the man fucking her from behind. The black haired woman's partner was fucking the blonde's face with his massive cock. She hocked on it repeatedly and it made the made fuck her even harder. 

Emily could not believe how turned on she was. She had never experienced anything like the scene that had enfolded around them and she would have had no idea that she would want to be part of something like it before they had gotten there. Now she was so stimulated. Watching the others and being watched by them. 

Jonathon too was enjoying himself and grabbed Emily. He flipped her over, with no concern for the others that had been touching her. He knelt between her legs and lifted her hips onto his substantial rigid cock. As it entered her it was clear she was still excited and her pussy made a loud slurping sound. He lifted her onto his lap, pulled her up to him so he could feel her titties against his chest and she began to slowly grind her hips against him. As she did it was the first time she could get a clear picture of the couples fucking around her. It was an intense turn on.

Jonathon whispered in her ear, "You are the most beautiful woman in this room and it is your pussy my cock wants. I would never fuck those women, not unless you wanted me to." 

She could tell it drove him mad as he watched the sex around them, heard the sounds of the other women and men as they neared their own climaxes, she began to consider how she was going to repay him for the intense pleasure he had brought her. Could she even come close? 

Jonathon hit her spot as he bucked up into her and she started to shiver. 

"Yes baby, give it to me. Cum for me," he whispered. 

His words, as powerful as his hard cock inside her, sent her over the edge and the familiar tightening of her pelvic muscles singled yet another explosive orgasm. She felt Jonathon shoot his wad inside her and he held her tight as they came together in what was the most powerful orgasm of her life. He held her snugly against his chest and unclipped her nipples as he did. The sensation was unlike any she had ever felt and sent her spiraling into another powerful climax. He smiled with pride and enjoyed the feeling of her rocking her hips against his body. 

They held each other for some time and as they did, Emily began to plot the ways she could repay him. He had blown her mind. She would have to do the same. She began to make a list.



Emily's First Taste Pt. 03



Chapter 20

As the others continue their passion filled fucking around them, Emily and Jonathon, slide over to one of the leather easy chairs, and pass the time as observers. Emily, not willing to let the game stop, kneels beside Jonathon as he gently caresses her hair. Her knees spread slightly, hands behind her back, breasts pushed out, and nipples still hard, Jonathon periodically ran his hand across her ass and between her legs to her still very wet pussy. 

Appreciative of the beauties around them in the throes of ecstasy Emily watched intently as Aricella was now being fucked by two men simultaneously. Sandwiched between them, the tight ass Emily had eagerly licked, planted firmly on the cock of the hard body on the floor, she lay back to accept Kyle's member as he thrust inside her with amazing force. A sight to behold in its own right but the other man's girl, a very pretty Asian girl, was busy thrusting her pussy in his face. It was clear they were all on the verge of a simultaneous orgasm and Emily was captivated. Her pussy began to throb again and the wetness that had been present since she first got dressed that evening continued to seep from her already well fucked pussy. 

She glanced at Jonathon and the sight was having an effect on him as well as his exceptional cock sprung back to life. She loved the sight of him. He had been blessed with a perfect cock, substantial in length and thick. It filled her perfectly and she could never get enough of it. 

As the men fucking Aricella filled her to wanton holes, the women came with tremendous force. The participants collapsed on each other, obviously satiated, for the time being. 

Another of the couples, the burgundy haired beauty and her very tall dark-haired companion, approached Jonathon and Emily. Emily was visibly nervous and wondered what they wanted; she didn't want to embarrass him with her nervousness. Emily knew that these women lived the lifestyle. For Jonathon and Emily this was a game, not a lifestyle. She didn't think she could ever live the true lifestyle of a submissive. She enjoyed the games they played too much and Jonathon too enjoyed being submissive. Her apprehension was obvious and Jonathon placed his hand on her back. 

The man spoke. "My girl Lyla, wants to please you Jonathon, I'd like to watch. She'd like to be with both of you and I do so enjoy watching her. She's quite a good cock sucker, I doubt you be disappointed" 

Lyla looked pleased at her owner's request. Emily's stomach turned. Could she do this? She heard him say he was hers. She heard him say always. He said it was up to her. Could she watch another woman suck his cock, the cock she so loved in her mouth. Would the man want her then? She didn't know what to think, but she knew it was a fantasy of his to have two women. She wanted only to please him. She really did trust him completely. She wasn't exactly sure why. She just knew. She had always just known that their relationship was not like many others. It was if she had known him her whole life. As if she had waited for him alone her whole life. It was as if she had always belonged to him. All of her attempts to run away, in part, had been because of friends, because of all the stupid ideals about how much time a man spends, about what a conventional relationship is supposed to be. She had recognized that none of it meant anything. She knew she was his, and even though until that night, he hadn't said out loud that he was hers, she really always knew that he was. 

Jonathon began to speak, "Thank you for the ..." 

Emily whimpered. She looked at him intently, motioned with her eyes that it was acceptable. She smiled a sweet smile and simply said "Please sir, may we have her?"

Jonathon replied, "Very well Emily, on your knees girl," He instructed Lyla. 

She quickly assumed the position between Jonathon's legs and as she did Emily reached around her from behind to her perfectly round oversized titties and began to pinch and twirl the girl's nipples between her fingers. Lyla moaned and Emily slid lower to her already well fucked pussy and slipping a finger inside it began to tongue the wet slit. Jonathon laid his head back against the chair and enjoyed the ministrations of his cock. 

As Emily fingered Lyla's soaking hole she was impressed at how tight she was. She was quite young, obviously of age, but still quite young for such a lifestyle. Her ass was tiny and tight and Emily licked it all over. Two days before Emily had only fantasized about licking another girl's pussy, now it seemed she could not get enough of it. Had she encouraged Jonathon for him or for her, she wondered. 

The girl was quite skilled because it was clear by Jonathon's expression he was enjoying himself. Emily saw her dark haired partner stroking his enormous cock and Emily wanted no part of it, it looked positively unnatural in length and was quite skinny. She was glad he seemed to be more into watching, she still was not sure she wanted another man inside of her. 

Before Emily knew what was happening there was a mouth on her exposed pussy and Aricella was again eating her slit with fervor. God she was good at that, Emily thought. Out of all of the women there, Emily was most attracted to Aricella. She was striking after all. Exotic, confident, perfectly shaped and her caramel skin a sight to behold. Emily ground back into her face and sucked harder at Lyla's pussy as Aricella brought her closer to the forbidden point. 

The dark one, as Emily thought of him, not knowing his name was really fisting his cock hard and Emily knew he was close. The length of his cock surely meant he would shoot his was far and with a force that would coat all of them in cum. Lyla sucked Jonathon's harder and although he had already cum she knew he was close again. She looked past Lyla's ass to see the familiar look on his face and he pushed Lyla back pumped his cock a few times and shot her face with what could have only been an enormous load, although Emily could not see. Seconds later the dark one showered the girls with his hot spunk. Aricella and Emily didn't stop their tonguing efforts and both Emily and Lyla were close to cumming. Both women ground their pussies into the face of those licking them and Emily heard Jonathon say, "Cum Emily, cum all over Aricella for me." 

It was too much for Emily to bear and she was rocked with another earth shattering orgasm as Lyla came hard against her face. Emily collapsed on the floor and for a minute her exhaustion made her unsure if the night had been dream or reality. 

Chapter 21

Emily felt Jonathon's hand on her shoulder and him encouraging her to stand. He did not speak; he simply took her hand and motioned toward the door they had entered through. She was uncertain how long she lay there but she was indeed ready to leave and was overwhelmed by his gentle touch. 

Kyle, the host of their delicious debauchery, brought Emily a robe, since her dress had been cut from her and she and Jonathon silently left. He held his arm around her tightly and although he spoke no words the tenderness he touched her with was unexpected and made her feel more loved than if he had said the words. 

As Jonathon slid into the car beside Emily she laid her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and was almost instantly asleep. She never felt him reach for her hand and caress his cheek with it, or kiss her head as he drove. 

When they pulled into the lot of the hotel it had started to sprinkle. Jonathon left Emily undisturbed, quietly entered the room and returned with a blanket he draped over her as he helped her from the car. She looked at him surprised and started to speak but he simply put his finger on her lips and escorted her to the room. 

He guided her directly to the bathroom where he had started a bath before getting her from the vehicle. She stared at him in utter disbelief as he removed the blanket and the robe and guided her into the bath before he undressed himself. The room was equipped with an exceptionally large tub and could easily accommodate both of them. He slid behind her and guided her back against his chest. Grabbing the customary washcloth from the side of the tub and the bar of bath soap he began to wash her body with extreme tenderness and care. It was at that moment that she realized he truly loved her, that the feelings she always suspected he had, were confirmed. She knew he might never say it, something held him back from uttering those words. To her, those words meant little, for they were just words, it was the moments, the feelings they shared, when there were no words that mattered. 

Chapter 22 

As Jonathon gently bathed her, Emily knew their time together was coming to an end soon. She was grateful he had made so much time for her. She was not sure what had gotten in to him, what made him decide to make the time; whatever it was she would not question it. She wondered though; how would she be able to get him to do it again? He was so busy with his job as a contractor. Much of his time was spent going over plans, organizing suppliers, coordinating vendors and ultimately making things run smoothly for an entire project. 

He worked hard and played hard. He spent much of his free time letting off steam playing various sports with his friends. In the beginning she felt badly, thinking that he simply didn't want to make time for her, but after time she realized it was what made him happy, he needed it, and she learned it was part of him. She had accepted it and determined that if she had tried to change him, he would not be the same man she adored. She grew to appreciate the time they had together and the time she had alone. 

She learned too, that if she pressed him for his time, it alienated him. He didn't operate that way. Although he never spoke of it, she thought that at some point in his life, someone had asked entirely too much of him, and he was resistant to succumbing to that sort of female control in his life. She couldn't be sure, but she didn't want to be that type of woman for him.

So, as they lay in the tub, with him gently caressing her back, her breasts, and her belly in a loving, but not quite sexual way, she wondered how she was going to repay him for the most amazing weekend of her life. She had ideas, plenty of them, but coercing him to spend the time, while somehow making him think it was his idea was crucial; or was it? 

She was deep in thought when she noticed he had stopped caressing her. His arms rested around her shoulders. She rose slightly and turned and realized he had fallen asleep. She wished in that moment she was strong enough to simply lift him from the tub and carry him to bed but of course she wasn't. Emily stepped from the tub and as she did he stirred. She grabbed herself a robe and another for him and wrapped it around him as he exited the tub. 

Never speaking a word they retired to the bed for much need rest with him cocooned around her, she had never felt so safe, or so loved in her life. 

Chapter 23

Morning brought real life Emily knew and as much as she loved seeing his rigid cock under the sheets she was still rather exhausted. She lay there listening to him breathe and determined as soon as she returned home she would begin to make the preparations. It seemed her long slumber had made everything clear in her head. 

Jonathon began to stir and reached for her. He smiled and kissed her forehead. She was suddenly afraid to get lost in the romance of it all. She rushed out of bed and began to get dressed. She didn't want it to hurt when she went home, to feel empty. She needed to shut it off. 

"Good morning babe," she said as she spun around nearly fully dressed and saw the pained look on his face. Realizing her transgression she climbed back on the bed and playfully kissed him. Trying to play it off she announced she was starved and asked for the keys to the car. 

"Let me get us some food babe, you took care of me all weekend, let me take care of you?" 

"I was thinking we could eat on the way home, Emily," he replied with a frown. 

"Oh, I was just try.." 

"I know what you were trying to do Emily," 

"You do?" she replied perplexed.

"Yes, Emily, I know how you think. You were trying to run from me. You were afraid I was going to end the weekend abruptly. You wanted to try and end it first." 

God, she thought, how does he do that? 

"I wasn't going to, you know, I hoped we'd lay here. Talk. I have time. I wanted to be with you. " 

Emily, embarrassed, settled down, and let him wrap his arms around her. 

"I am hungry you know," She smiled and showed the sassy streak he adored so much. I earned her a swift swat on her ass. 

"I am still in charge here," he smiled. She loved their games. 

They talked for several hours, recounting their weekend, laughing, telling stories about their lives; they thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. Eventually though, they both knew it had to come to an end and reluctantly they both agreed it was time to return to real life. Emily knew she would feel a familiar pang of emptiness when she returned home, but it was worth it. It was the best weekend of her life and she knew soon enough there would be a similar weekend in the future. Even if she had to take it by force; she smiled to herself. 

Chapter 24

When he dropped her at home, it was late afternoon and they were both were tired from their weekend. When he kissed her goodbye, it was far different than any other kiss goodbye he had ever given her. She was used to passionate kisses from him during sex but his kisses goodbye had always been short, brief, and had always left her wanting more; wondering what the brevity meant. 

As a result the emptiness she expected to feel was gone. She felt utterly fulfilled. She wondered what had changed before their weekend. What had let up to his decision to plan it all? It was almost if, in his domination game, he had chosen to surrender to her. 

She collapsed on her bed and didn't wake until morning when the deafening sound of the alarm came much too soon for her liking. She felt rested and yet, felt like she could sleep for days. 

Emily plodded to the shower and as the water streamed over her body she relished the memories of the weekend and couldn't help but lower her hand to her button. The thought of Aricella's body against her body made her feel hot again and the familiar tingling in her belly began to creep in as she rubbed her clit harder, and dipped her fingers inside her rapidly slickening sex. She removed her shower head and aimed at her pussy. She adjusted the dial on the head until the water began to pulse hard and put her leg on the wall to get a better angle for the pulsating stream to hit her aching spot as she dipped two fingers inside. 

The pounding of the water was now the lapping of Aricella's expert tongue on her clit as she brought herself closer and closer to an orgasm, fucking her hole faster. Abruptly, she removed her fingers and turned her attention entirely on her offending button putting the shower head directly on her clit and massaging it rapidly. Images flooded her head from weekend and as she remembered Jonathon fucking her on the hood of the car she came with a force that caused her to lose her balance and she fell to the floor of the shower; laughing hysterically. 

Work was going to be interesting, she thought as she lay there, how would she make it through work? She couldn't wait to tell Aleeyah all about it. She knew she would hear it from her since she had ignored her texts all weekend, but it would be worth it, and once she heard why, all would be forgiven. Aleeyah loved nothing more than to hear about the adventures of Emily and Jonathon, and the past weekend, was going to blow her mind. 

Chapter 25

"Good morning my sweet," the text read and Emily's heart began to flutter. He beat me she thought as she grabbed her keys and coffee and started into Elton's. She had worked at the men's clothing store for over seven years and most days she enjoyed her job. There had never been a shortage of ego affirming attention from men; even if they never interested her enough to engage seriously with them, except for Jonathon of course. 

Aleeyah had already opened the door and Emily could smell fresh coffee brewing. She loved that woman. The had been close friends since the day Aleeyah walked in for her interview and Emily had begged Elton to hire her even though he had at least a dozen other interviews scheduled. Emily knew she was perfect for the position and Elton had deferred to her experience, if not constant badgering. 

Aleeyah brought in customers. Men adored her. Her accent made them melt and she could get them to buy anything she suggested. Emily often wondered if Aleeyah would walk into the dressing area with a pink tutu and tights if customers would simply smile and nod as she suggested ringing up their purchase. 

Born in Jamaica, Aleeyah's Patois often seeped into full force when the rare disagreeable customer did come in, otherwise she spoke with the slightest hint of an accent, just enough to keep people wondering where she had emigrated from. Taller than Emily, with legs that seemed never ending, tiniest waist, globular ass, breasts nearly three times the size they should be for her frame, she commanded attention when she entered a room. Her long tightly twisted locks, always perfectly in place, almond shaped chestnut eyes and smooth mahogany skin had suitors aplenty drooling at the chance to take her to bed. Aleeyah was very selective and her apparent indifference to their attention only made her more desirable. 

"Em! Girl! What the hell happened to you this weekend?" Aleeyah yelled across the store clearly agitated as her accent came through. 

"I was kind of... well... taken prisoner," Emily coyly responded setting her things down on the counter. 

"Prisoner? Ugh. U a lie!!" Aleeyah exclaimed as she shooed Emily away in disbelief. 

"Relax Aleeyah. I was with Jonathon." 

"Oh mi god! All weekend?" Aleeyah asked in wonderment. 

"Yes, it was wonderful. I'll tell you all about it and I'm going to need your help." 

"Help?" Aleeyah's curiosity was piqued. 

The doorbell rang as a somewhat slovenly man walked through the door. Emily and Aleeyah made faces at each other determining who would be the 'lucky one' to assist him. Emily accepted that she would help realizing she owed it to Aleeyah for making her worry. She approached the man who had begun looking at suits on the clearance rack as her mind drifted back to her weekend of passion and the smile on her face was genuine when she greeted him, if not exactly meant for him. 

Emily assisted the man as best she could while tolerating his lecherous attention. He clearly appreciated her curvaceous figure and was rather inappropriate with his comments; a situation she was used to in her position. He selected a jacket and pants, despite Emily's protests that another jacket would have matched better, and Aleeyah rang him up at the register. 

Emily realized she had not texted Jonathon back with her customary good morning text and quickly did so, while thanking him for a delightful, fulfilling, weekend. 

Aleeyah practically tackled Emily to press her for details and the Emily gave up the story, sparing none of the details. Aleeyah was quite the voyeur and wanted to know absolutely every minute element; Emily knew that her desire to visualize the events of her sex life with Jonathon would make Aleeyah a willing partner in her plans. 

"The first step," Emily said earnestly, "is to get him away from work, without him knowing I am involved. His secretary knows my voice, so I need you to do it. Can you handle it?" 

Aleeyah listened intently to what part in the rouse she would play and was immediately prepared to implement the first step. She was impressed with the strategy and could not wait to be a part. 




Emily's First Taste Pt. 03



"Of course Em, you know I can't wait to deceive that girl." 

"You've never even met her Lee," Emily laughed at her.

"No but she probably deserves it. Probably sits there thinking all about him, look at him, I would." 

Both women laughed riotously. 

"Got a point Lee," Emily loved her friend and her inability to sugar coat anything. 

No one was in the store as the women sat on the counter and used Aleeyah's cell phone to place the call. 

Chapter 26

"Brekken Construction," Cassie's sugary voice announced over the speaker. 

"Yes, this is Sophia Watts. With Ranger Contracting. Is Jonathon Brekken in?" Aleeyah asked with more accent than she normally spoke with but not enough for Cassie to be suspicious. Aleeyah and Emily both knew Jonathon would not be there, even if he was there, he was not accustomed to taking calls during his busy day, Cassie fielded everything for him. 

"No, Miss Watts," Cassie replied as though they were longtime friends, "he's in a meeting, can I help you?"

"Well, perhaps you can, do you schedule his appointments? Or does he?" Aleeyah settled in to her role perfectly and Emily decided a customer would be a bad idea at the moment. She put the little clock on the front door saying they would return in 30 minutes and locked the deadbolt. She signaled to Aleeyah to bring the phone and they headed to the back room. 

"I schedule all of Mr. Brekken's appointments ma'am" 

"Wonderful. We are holding a conference in two months. We would like him to be a key note speaker on how to build value in the current economy. We have noticed he has done rather well for himself lately and we know others would appreciate hearing how he has done so well considering the current downturn in new construction." Aleeyah rattled off everything she was supposed to say, flawlessly. "Would he be able to travel to Chicago for the weekend? Of course, we would cover all of his expenses and there would be a room reserved for him at Trump International Tower. The conference is very exclusive and by invitation only. He would need to check in December 20, afternoon, attend a cocktail function that evening and speak the afternoon of the 21st, with a dinner in his honor that evening, check out on the 22nd." 

"Invitation only? Well, Miss Watts, let me see," Cassie's fingernails could be heard clicking on her computer. "Well yes, Miss Watts, it appears there may be some availability in his schedule." 

"Wonderful! So glad to hear. I will fax the itinerary. Please give Mr. Brekken his subject matter so he can prepare a speech, but please do let him know this is very exclusive, invitation only, and we would not want people in the industry to be disappointed at their lack of invite, so if he could be discrete, it would be preferable." Emily was awed at Aleeyah's ability and she giggled under her hand, not wanting to be heard. 

"Oh, yes Miss Watts. Of course!" the excitement in Cassie's voice was palpable and Emily imagined Cassie calculating a raise in her head. 

Aleeyah disconnected the phone and the women snickered, hugged, and jumped around the stockroom as though they were school girls. 

"We need to have a planning meeting at my house, Aleeyah. It will take a lot to pull this off. I'll get the girls together this Friday so we can start."

Chapter 27

The week passed uneventfully with Emily setting the wheels in motion for Jonathon's present. Jonathon and Emily continued their daily ritual of hundreds of texts, mostly on her part since she could never fit everything she had to say on one little one hundred sixty character text. Emily was certain it annoyed Jonathon at times but he never said anything. 

She stepped out of the shower in a towel and her bell rang, she answered it still dripping wet, in part because she lacked modesty, in part because she was certain it was Aleeyah. 

"Em, look at you answer the door in a towel" 

For the first time ever Emily felt Aleeyah's eyes on her body. She wondered if it was because she had told her about her first experience with a girl. Aleeyah had listened intently to her tale and had seemed intrigued as Emily shared in vivid detail what Aricella's pussy tasted like, felt like, and what her tongue had felt like on her own slit. 

Emily had always been attracted to Aleeyah and wondered just how far she could push it; if Aleeyah would take her bait. She plodded to her bedroom as Aleeyah followed and dropped her towel as Aleeyah sat on the bed. Aleeyah gasped unintentionally as Emily paraded around the room; setting her clothes for the evening on her bed. Aleeyah uncomfortably fidgeted, crossed her legs, and tried to speak as though her friend was not naked, and she was not affected by it. 

Emily, ever the tease, knew exactly what was happening and as she watched Aleeyah, she was more turned on by the fact that she was seducing her friend without touching her. Instead of applying her make-up and doing her hair in adjoining bathroom as she normally, Emily grabbed all of the required implements and stood directly in front of Aleeyah as she sat at the foot of the bed. Emily leaned into the mirror on the bureau positioned directly in front of Aleeyah and began to apply eye shadow to her oval eyes; all the time knowing that as she did her legs parted slightly and her freshly shaved pussy was exposed fully for Aleeyah to see. 

Aleeyah tried to pretend she was not affected by the sight of her friend as she asked Emily who was going to join them that evening. 

"Natalia will be here, you remember her?"

"She is the dancer, no?" Aleeyah asked, remembering the time the women had gone to see her perform at her club. 

"Yep, she was the one called Star. And Rachel and Li too will be here" Emily said over her shoulder, watching Aleeyah in the mirror as she squirmed, uncrossing and re-crossing her long legs. As she did Emily could see a flash of her panty clad mound when the slit on her long skirt fell apart. She immediately thought to herself, if only Jonathon knew what he did to me in letting me fuck that woman. 

Emily truly wanted to seduce her friend, but she wasn't entirely sure how to approach it in that moment by herself. She knew that Natalia and Rachel would be able to help; Aleeyah had no idea what was about to happen to her, and what part she was going to play in Emily's plans. 

Emily was putting the finishing touches on her face when the bell rang again and this time she didn't bother with a towel, she knew it was Natalia and Rachel from the text she had just received. 

"Come Aleeyah, let's greet the girls" 

Aleeyah, visibly shocked that Emily was about to answer the door naked, followed. 

Emily opened the door to Natalia and Rachel and as she did both women slid into the condo with a hiss. 

Natalia and Rachel were polar opposites. Rachel, tall, blonde and fair, stood in the doorway; at first glance one would presume she was a senator's wife. She was sexy but not overtly with her form fitting black dress pants, blouse buttoned almost to the collar, and hair tightly placed in a bun.

Natalia on the other hand was petite, and flaunted her sexuality; her caramel thighs exposed and contrasted by the bright white boots that came over her knees, her sex barely covered by the tiny skin tight shorts. Her enormous enhanced breasts barely contained in her top were shielded from view only because her long black hair fell over her shoulders to hide them. 

"Emily dear, you look good enough to eat. I am so glad Jonathon broke your little cherry," Natalia whispered as she pushed a giggling Emily against the wall, kissing her hard on the lips and running her hand over Emily's already wet pussy, slipping a finger between her lips as she did, Emily moaned and had to steel herself to not get lost in the moment. 

"Nat, you remember Aleeyah?" Emily said as she crossed to Rachel and hugged her as Rachel ran her hand across Emily's ass, smacking it hard. 

"We are going to have some fun tonight ladies, but first we must work." Emily said as she started to her room. "I suppose I should get dressed, at least for a while." Emily snickered. She considered Aleeyah and immediately noticed how nervous she was. She had not told Aleeyah what the evening would entail, other than they were planning for Jonathon's weekend. Emily felt a slight pang of guilt but she knew that Aleeyah just needed a little push and she would be fine. She watched as her guests moved to the living room; Natalia and Rachel sensed Aleeyah's nervousness started to calm her with their easy conversation. Emily's guilt departed and she left to dress. 

"Natalia, I could use your assistance." Emily said sternly and Natalia, eager to assist, excused herself and followed Emily. 

Chapter 28

By the time Emily returned to the living room, all of her guests were there, Natalia had rejoined the women, and they had made themselves comfortable, each had cocktails and the conversation was flowing as quickly as the liquor had. 

The women collectively gasped as Emily entered the room. Her dramatic appearance was nothing less than breathtaking. She had swept her auburn hair into a loose knot that spilled onto her bare shoulders. 

Emily's small waist, made diminutive by the tightly laced corset, accentuated her large breasts barely contained within. Dressed entirely in stereo typical black, her thigh high stockings were only barely visible above the stiletto boots that came halfway up her supple thighs; her pussy covered by a thong that left her ample ass exposed. 

Li rose from her chair to greet Emily, her lithe body visible underneath her light dress. About the same height as Natalia Li's frame lacked the curves and muscle definition Natalia's dancing had given her, her small firm breasts never needed support and her pert nipples were consistently evident no matter what she wore. Li's long braids that made her look much younger than her counterparts and Emily pulled Li's tiny body into her with them; Li's face aligning perfectly with Emily's breasts. Emily bent to kiss her and the playful Li licked Emily's lips instead of kissing her. 

"Ladies, we are on a mission here. Jonathon blew my mind and I want to do the same for him. Each of you will play a part and, ultimately, we will all have an enormous amount of fun. You all know the premise and Jonathon must be surprised, no small task since he practically schedules bathroom breaks, but thanks to his dim witted eager secretary, we are well on our way." 

The women listened intently as Emily paced the floor; seemingly gearing up for the part she will play. 

"I need to know you will all be comfortable and can play your parts now. You will be submissive to me, but not to him. He will be at our mercy and his torment will be exquisite," Emily was glowing as she recounted the intricate details she had been planning burst forth. 

"Tonight will be a test of sorts, and I need someone to pretend to be Jonathon. Lee, I know you are nervous baby, do you want to continue?" 

Aleeyah, having never been with a woman herself was visibly apprehensive, but immediately responded in affirmation she was. 

"Good, you can tell me if you are ever uncomfortable, if you want to stop, say Bazinga," Emily giggled as she remembered blurting out the ridiculous word to Jonathon. Almost in unison the others shouted "Bazinga?"

"Just an easy to remember word ladies, shall we begin?" Emily didn't wait for an answer and spun on her heels toward her bedroom, expecting the women to follow, which they did without hesitation. 

Chapter 29

While the women had waited for Emily to dress earlier Emily had prepared some things on the bureau and the women started over to examine them but Emily's demeanor changed and she boldly instructed the women to kneel with their hands behind their backs. 

They did so immediately, and Emily felt her pussy begin to tingle. She was not used to playing the dominant with women, and she was going to use this opportunity to practice. 

"From here on out you are to obey my instructions or you will be punished! Your absolute compliance is necessary for this rouse to work and from this moment until the time we meet with Jonathon, if we are in private you are mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Mistress," came from all of the mouths except Aleeyah. 

"Aleeyah! Are you prepared to do this? You must answer me" as Emily grabbed the crop from her bureau Aleeyah rapidly responded, if hesitantly, "Yes Mistress."

"Excellent response, Lee" Emily kept the crop in her hand. 

"Undress. Each of you. Slowly." Emily was deliberate in her manner and with each command she was more comfortable. 

The women did as they were instructed and stood naked before her. 

"Return to your knees, hands behind your backs." 

The women complied with her instructions and Emily circled them, pinching their nipples or swatting their tight asses with the crop, running it between the cleft of their asses. 

Emily walked to the bureau and grabbed a silk scarf. She made her way back to the women, stood before them, still with the crop in her hand, and instructed, "There are some ground rules to this game. You will do well to remember them or you will be punished. You will not speak, unless instructed to do so. You will not cum or pleasure yourselves, unless I say so, and you will follow my instructions exactly or you will suffer consequences." Emily felt herself gaining confidence in her role.

She walked behind Aleeyah and tied the scarf securely over her eyes. She walked back to the bureau she selected a set of wrist cuffs and presented them to Rachel. 

"Rachel, place these on Aleeyah and clip them together in front of her." 

"Yes Mistress," Rachel looked up from her downcast eyes and Emily was struck by her innocent beauty in that moment, normally a confident woman, Rachel seemed to be enjoying her submissive role. As she completed her task, Emily walked to the wall beside the bureau and disengaged a length of soft white nylon rope that been strung through an eye hook on the ceiling.

Emily ordered Aleeyah to stand. 

"Ye..Yes, Mistress," she uttered, barely audible. It was evident she was uneasy; wavering as she stood. Although she was a supremely assertive and physically strong woman, in that moment she seemed small and frail. Emily yanked the rope and Aleeyah's arms were thrust above her head. 

Aleeyah moaned, she looked beautiful stretched that way, her swollen breasts drooped just slightly and her enormous nipples begged for attention. Emily was too happy to oblige, holding the rope and the crop in her right hand she ran her free hand over Aleeyah's titties gently, tenderly before she slapped them, pinching each of her nipples for effect. Aleeyah threw her head back; thrust her beauties forward, silently begging for more. 

"Hmmm, sweet Aleeyah, seems you like that? Will you also like this?" Emily asked as she forced her hand between Aleeyah's thighs and between her slit. Emily teased her for a moment, alternating pressure on her swelling button and fingering her slick hole. "Aha, you do like it. Your little pussy is getting nice and wet." She removed her fingers and offered them to little Li who greedily sucked them, exhibiting what must be superior cock sucking skills. 

"Natalia, spreader bar!" Natalia practically leapt to her feet and eagerly complied with the demand. Grabbing the spreader bar from the bureau she dropped to her knees in front of Aleeyah. 

Emily was certain she knew what to do without instructing her, for Natalia had tried to encourage Emily to participate in some ladies only nights in the past and, until Jonathon, Emily had not had the confidence. 

"Natalia dear, I would like you to take an active role in Aleeyah's education this evening, and if you please me, you will be rewarded" 

Natalia quickly fastened the spreader bar to Aleeyah's ankles and when she was through, Emily raised Aleeyah off the ground until she was supported only by her toes. Emily secured it by knotting on the hook on the wall. 

Aleeyah hung; her smooth chocolate skin starting to glisten with nervous sweat. Emily stood behind her and caressed her fine ass with the crop, slipping it between her legs, dipping into her wetness. The amount of squirming Aleeyah was doing distracted Emily and she warned her with a sharp smack on her big beautiful ass. 

"Still Aleeyah," Emily commanded and lit Aleeyah's ass with several more smacks until held still. 

"Ladies, you have waited patiently, Aleeyah needs your attention."

Natalia, who had nearly been drooling as she put the spreader bar on Aleeyah, dove between her thighs and began to devour Aleeyah's slit, flicking her clit with her stiffened tongue. Rachel went greedily for Aleeyah's titties, while little Li slid behind Aleeyah and immediately thrust two fingers inside her while licking her tight puckered ass. 

Aleeyah's breathing became rapid and she again squirmed from the attention, the rope twisting at its origin. 

Emily immediately thought the women looked like animals that had been waiting for a feast and the entire scene lit her own pussy on fire.

Emily ordered Li to her feet. 

"Yes Mistress," she responded meekly. 

"Remove my panties Li; you waited so patiently before, you should be rewarded. Lick my pussy, while I enjoy the show." Emily's orders sent electricity to her button and while she truly loved being submissive, there was something about having beautiful women at her beck and call. 

Li, always eager to please, did as she was instructed and slid between Emily's thighs, as Emily sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs for easier access. Li was skilled at licking pussy, she was more into women than men and it showed; her ability to flick Emily's clit with her tongue had Emily beginning to lose control. 

Natalia's expert pussy licking had Aleeyah writhing and Emily warned her not to cum. Natalia's face was slick with Aleeyah's juice and Rachel was sucking her nipples with force, Emily knew Aleeyah was close, her moaning loud and primal. 

"Enough! On your knees, all of you!" 

A chorus of "Yes Mistress" was heard and the three who were able complied without hesitation. 

Emily rose to her feet and circled them. 

"Natalia, you disappoint me."

"Mistress?" she peeped. 

"Did you not notice your hand rubbing your own clit?" Emily asked with contempt.

"Um, no Mistress, I uh..." Natalia stopped herself before offering a useless excuse. 

Emily was now in her element and she was relishing the power. 

"I warned you girl. Rise, bend over the bed and accept your punishment." 

"Yes, Mistress," she responded, barely audible as she assumed the position demanded of her. 

"I didn't hear you, Natalia," Emily scolded. 

"Yes, Mistress!" 

"I warned you all that I require complete control, and if you are to participate in the future, you will obey me." Emily sternly reminded. 

Emily grabbed a scarf from the bureau and ordered Li to tie Natalia's hands behind her back. 

"Yes Mistress," the lovely little Li responded, doing as she was ordered. Li seemed to live in the moment, loving every second of her submission. Emily rewarded her by caressing her pert little titties when she returned to her knees. Emily pulled her braids, forcing her head back and kissed her lips hard, tasting her own juices on Li's lips. 

"Good girl, Li" 

"Natalia, I warned you. Are you prepared to accept your punishment?" 

"Yes, Mistress," her response again was barely audible. 

Emily pushed her into the bed, hands tied behind her back, she could not struggle, her ass rose higher in the air and Emily connect her crop to the tops of Natalia's tender thighs. 

"Count them!"

"One, Mistress," her response was still not loud enough for Emily.

"Louder!" Emily ordered and struck her again. 




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"Two, Mistress!" the crop again connected with the tender spot between her thighs and dancer's ass. 

"Three, Mistress!" with each whack Natalia's café colored skin pinked. Emily spared little and used a surprising amount of force. 

Emily was surprised at how turned on she was getting smacking the ass of her disobedient friend. Her pussy already slick from Li's ministrations was dampening her thighs and as she shifted, bringing her arm back with each blow, she felt her lips sliding together and the mind body connection the scene was producing was making Emily want release. 

"Four, Mistress!" "Five, Mistress!" The last two smacks coming in rapid succession, Natalia's thighs were crimson, her perfect upturned ass and deliciously dripping slit needed something, Emily decided. 

Emily untied the blindfold from Aleeyah and placed two clips on her still hard nipples and briefly massaged her soaking pussy. 

"Aleeyah, have you ever tasted pussy?" Emily of course knew the answer. She knew that Aleeyah was apprehensive about it, never admitting she wanted it. In her culture it was frowned upon but Emily suspected that much like most women, the thought had still crossed her mind, wondering what it would be like. 

"Um, no... No... Um No." 

"No what?!" Emily smacked her ass with the crop she suddenly savored using. 

"No Mistress!" defiance and contempt was in Aleeyah's voice and it only made Emily more determined. 

"Rachel, Li, bring her down."



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Chapter 30 

Aleeyah slumped to the floor, legs still splayed by the spreader bar; Emily gave her no warning and struck her defiant ass with force. 

"Aleeyah, did you like your pussy being licked?" 

Aleeyah didn't respond. Emily knew that she had, she watched her writhe with pleasure, watched as her pussy coated Natalia's face. 

Emily struck her again twice in rapid succession, "Answer!" 

"Ye...Yes Mistress," the defiance starting to fade in Aleeyah's response. 

Emily felt a satisfied smirk come over her. 

"Li, undo her ankles"

"Yes, Mistress," her perfect acquiescence pleased Emily. 

"Now Aleeyah, since Natalia was so in need of release, you will crawl over there and make her cum with your tongue." 

"But. But Em... Mistress, I never..." 

Again Emily connected the crop to her ass. 

"I suggest you do your best to try," Emily said flatly, "and you will do it while little Li's expert tongue licks your pussy." 

Aleeyah looked at Emily with disbelief; she was not angry but struggling inside with her desires and apprehension. Slowly she crawled to Natalia's upturned ass still hanging off the edge of the bed and tentatively she licked her wide open slit. She was gentle and barely connecting with the dripping pussy before her. 

"Li, I think she needs incentive," Emily ordered. 

"Yes Mistress," the delightfully naughty Li responded with an impish smirk. Crawling behind Aleeyah, she thrust her face into Aleeyah's pussy effectively shoving Aleeyah's face into Natalia; Natalia groaned as Aleeyah's face connected forcefully with her clit. 

Li began to suck Aleeyah's pussy with force, thrusting her face into it hard and each time Aleeyah moaned. The pleasure Li's tongue was bringing her was immediately apparent as her hesitancy to lick the pussy in front of her began to diminish. Aleeyah began to let go of her reservations and simply enjoyed what she was feeling; enjoying giving pleasure as much as she was getting it. 

The sight was extraordinary to Emily and her clit was throbbing.

Aleeyah was now feasting on Natalia's pussy like an animal, wiggling her face deeply into her puss as she sucked Natalia's button. 

Emily grabbed a tiny vibrator from the bureau and switched it on. She stood over the hunched Aleeyah and stuck it between her tongue and Natalia's drenched mound; coating it with slickness. Emily straddled Aleeyah and Li, who was now lying under the crouching Aleeyah pleasuring her with her tongue and fingering her at the same time. Emily ordered Rachel to lick her own aching sex while slowly easing the slick vibrator into Natalia's tight little asshole. 

The room was filled with guttural moaning. All the women were in some stage of pleasure since Li had taking over fingering Rachel and rubbing her button with her thumb as Rachel sucked Emily's pussy and ass. 

Emily fucked Natalia's ass slowly with the little vibrator, twisting it as she went in. She could see Natalia was close and ordered her to cum. The words were all she needed as she spewed juice all over Aleeyah's virgin face. Aleeyah, well into the task at hand, sucked it all up, a sight that excited Emily immensely and she pushed he mound down hard into Rachel's face prompting her to suck harder on Emily's clit. 

Emily let loose, shaking violently and nearly losing her balance, and as she recovered she noted Aleeyah was rocking against Li's face.

"Do you want to cum Aleeyah?" 

"Yeees Mistre...ss!" she shouted and it was all she needed as Aleeyah sat back on Li's little face, Li tried to push her back, struggling to breath. As Aleeyah came down from her ecstasy, she rolled off Li and splayed out on the floor. 

"Rachel, slide your pretty pussy on Li's face and finish each other off," Emily commanded. 

Li was already on the floor so it was easy for Rachel to spin herself and mount Li's awaiting tongue as she delved into Li's pussy. It was not long before both women were rocking their bodies against each other while Emily untied Natalia's still bound hands. 

Exhausted the women collapsed in a mass on the floor, satiated, and talking about the next get together they would have since it was clear they were all quite comfortable with each other. 

Chapter 31 

The doorbell rang as Emily was about to slip into the warm shower. Grabbing her robe, she answered the door, curious as to who would be ringing the bell so late. Her friends had left and she was exhausted. 

Emily gasped as Jonathon stepped in as soon as she opened the door.

"You didn't answer my texts, I was worried about you and you know how much I do not care for it when you do not respond." 

"I, uh, I, uh," Emily stuttered, she hadn't even looked at her phone; he was supposed to have been at a late work meeting. He usually doesn't even respond when I text him when he is in those things, she thought, and now he is upset with me? 

"I thought..." 

"Stop! On your knees." 

Emily complied and immediately felt a familiar tingle begin to build in her belly.

Jonathon approached Emily and flicked open her robe with his fingers. 

"What, exactly, were you doing was so important that you were unable to respond to me Emily?" he interrogated her as he reached down and pulled open the tie on her robe. 

"I had company," she meekly replied. 

"Company? More important than me?" His tone was stern and he pulled her robe off her shoulders and she wasn't sure if it was the air hitting her body or if it was the vulnerability that made her nipples hard but the effect was instantaneous. 

"So...Some girlfriends..." Emily could not believe how nervous she was and how her body was responding to his questioning. 

"Interesting. Girlfriends? Is that so? Why don't you crawl over to the couch here and we'll discuss it?"

"Crawl? Did he just say crawl?" Jonathon's dominance had never happened in response to her behavior; it had always been just a game. She stared at him in disbelief; remaining on her knees near the door, momentarily oblivious to her nakedness. 

Jonathon walked over to her couch, the leather making a crumpling sound as he sat. 

"I'm waiting Emily," his manner flat, unyielding.

She briefly thought about disobeying him, just to see what he would do, but somehow she knew she was already in for a punishment. She was mildly irritated and yet her body was betraying her as she felt wetness seeping between her thighs as she crawled. 

"Over my knees Emily." He was unwavering and she could not determine if he was really angry with her or if it was a game.

"Jonathon..." she started to sputter. 

"Enough!" 

"Over my knees Emily, I will not ask again."

Emily obeyed and as she did, she felt his hand gently caress her ass. He continued to caress it and as he did he asked how many spankings she felt she deserved for her lack of consideration of his feelings. 

She recognized immediately it was a rhetorical question and simply answered, "As many as you would give me Sir." 

"What?" she thought, "Did I just say that?" 

"We shall start with five, which you will count aloud, and then you will be given the opportunity to answer my questions. I suggest you do it without stuttering. Shall I begin?"

"Yes Sir," she replied as demurely as she possibly could despite the conversation she was having in her head; with her body. 

The force of the blow came as unexpected to her, much harder than he normally spanked her, and it stung. 

"One, Sir," she said stoically, determined not to let him see her wince. 

Again, the force was surprising, and although it hurt she could feel her button throbbing. 

"Two,Sir." 

Jonathon was alternating his blows on her plump cheeks and they immediately became a light pink. 

"Three, Sir." 

"Why is that like a lightning rod to my clit?" she thought, "even more than normal?" 

The fourth blow was even harder still and her pale skin flushed. 

"Four, Sir." 

The fifth slap was by far the hardest and Emily flinched despite her efforts to steel herself. 

"Five, Sir."

"Good girl Emily, now on your knees, hands behind your back, and tell me about your company, without stuttering," Jonathon demanded. 

"Sir, I had some girlfriends over. Natalia, Aleeyah, Li and Rachel." 

"I see. And you were unable to check your phone at all?"

"I didn't expect you to text, Sir."

Emily responded with confidence, ignoring the stinging of her ass. 

Jonathon appreciated her attempt at composure and was enjoying watching her. Emily knelt, refusing to sit back on her heels, proudly pulled her shoulders back and although she was attempting to be demure her arrogance was evident. He thought she looked striking as her full breasts, with just the right amount of slack, pouted at him. He could see her arousal in her hard nipples and the dampness visible on her thighs; his admiration of her appearance caused him to shift his position on the couch. 

"Is that so? And what did you and your friends do Emily?"

"Shit! What the hell do I say now? He will know I am lying before I say it. If I lie, more spankings, if I tell the truth ... I came. He wasn't here. Fuck," Emily began rapidly arguing in her head.

"We talked," she blurted out, hoping that would suffice. 

"Yes, Emily. I am sure you did. And?" his smirk suggested he knew something.

Emily was fidgeting making Jonathon more suspicious and he was making her sweat with his inquisition. 

"I am waiting Emily," he asked dryly. 

"We...we...we had sex! There all right. I said it. Now what?!" 

"Really? All of you? Hmmm. And did you like it? Did you cum?"

"Yes, Yes, Yes, and Yes. Are you happy now?" Emily blurted. 

"Why yes, Emily, I am, watching you squirm was delightful. And I am going to punish you, because I told you. Your orgasms belong to me. But I am quite pleased you chose not to try to lie to me. I didn't think you could anyway, but it was entertaining to watch to consider it. Now, for punishment, I think I shall have to consider it for a bit." 

"Yes, Sir," Emily had deflated some. She knew he had won. She knew she was his and the mere fact that her pussy was on fire, she knew he was right; she and her orgasms belonged to him. 

"Get a scarf, Emily. You may walk, but I suggest you hurry."

Jonathon, loosened his sapphire tie, unbuttoned his ecru dress shirt and folded neatly over the edge of the couch and as Emily walked back into the room, he was lifting his undershirt over his head. Emily gasped; she could never get enough of looking at him. His chest: defined but not overly muscular, covered with the finest, softest, barely visible hair made her literally salivate. His hips, peeking out just above his trousers, made her tingle thinking about the power they held. 

Jonathon made a show of removing his belt, folding it in his hands, and setting it in his lap as he sat back down. 

"Thank you Emily, I'll take that. I think I should like a drink." 

"Yes, Sir," she could not deny the effect him ordering her around, naked, was having on her. 

She sauntered over to the kitchen; making a show of herself. She leaned much further into the refrigerator than necessary to get the lime for his vodka tonic, stayed a little longer in the freezer than need be to get the ice, making sure her nipples were nice and hard. She thought to herself two can play the game. 

When Emily returned she sweetly set his glass on the table, returned to her knees, and placed her hands behind her back; requiring no instruction. 

"Very good Emily, I'm impressed. Turn around." 

Emily did as she was told, and as expected the scarf went around her eyes, although much tighter than expected. 

"Stand Emily." 

Emily, expecting he would tie her wrists, or bend her over so he could spank her with the belt, was dumbfounded but did as he requested. 

She heard him stand with her and felt him grab her hand. He started walking in circles and figure eights around the room; disorienting her. 

He had her stop in the middle of the room and walked to the iPod dock and pressed play. Music piped in, Sade's "No Ordinary Love", played softly. 

Jonathon walked slowly around Emily, caressing her ass, running his hands between her thighs, barely touching her lips, feeling her wetness. His hand slipped around her hip, up and around her belly as he trailed his fingers between her breasts, up to her lips. 

"You are beautiful Emily, and you are mine. In all ways, we will not have this discussion again. Will we?"

"No Sir," she replied as she felt him barely touch her nipple, causing an inferno in her belly; between her legs. She was melting inside, she felt weak, but in the most beautiful way. She had pushed so many away, never let them close, and only he could render her utterly defenseless, and she relished it. 

She felt him walk away, couldn't sense him near, and she wondered what was going to happen next. Was he getting the belt? Would he? Could she handle it if he did? Was it strange that she wanted it? 

Chapter 32

How long was she going to stand there? Sade was no longer playing and Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game" was playing. "Really?" she thought. Where was he?

She heard the ice in his glass clank together and felt him near her. The tension was penetrating her, every nerve in her body was on high alert, and she was aching to be touched. 

Suddenly, without warning, the coldest sensation went down her spine, between the cleft of her ass; cold and wet, the ice on her already sensitive skin was exhilarating. Her nipples hard already, became almost painfully so. 

Jonathon witnessed this and gently ran the ice across her aching nipples, slowly, one at a time, lingering as he did. 

Emily could not believe the way he was making her body feel. She shifted on her heels and as her labia separated the wetness released and her upper thighs were coated. She had thought that she could not be more turned on that she was the weekend before, but she quickly recognized her errant thoughts, and understood the power he had over her; her body. 

Her clit was yearning to be touched, she felt like begging, pleading him to touch her; but she wanted to know what he was going to do next. 

"Does that feel good Emily?"

"Yes, Yes, Sir."

"It pleases you?" 

"Yes...Sir," begging apparent in her voice, if not her words. 

She heard the glass, the ice again, and it wasn't long before contact was made as he ran it across her belly, lower to the tops of her thighs. 

It was exquisite, what she was feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She needed to be touched; the teasing was driving her mad, or was it? She couldn't decide if she wanted it to continue; wanted him to touch her more, harder. 

"Spread your feet Emily." 

Emily did so without question, and waited. 

"Emily, will you again, give your pleasure to another? Without me?" 

"No, Sir, never." 

"Bend at the waist Emily." 

Emily braced herself for what she assumed would be the belt, and waited. 

She heard him take a drink, the sound different than him fishing ice out of his glass, or so she thought, and she waited. Emily heard music, but she was so bewildered she couldn't make it out. 

It was not the sting of the belt she would feel, it would be the two ice cubes Jonathon deceptively drained from his glass, and quietly removed from his mouth, before inserting them inside her, and ordering her to kneel. 

"Ice?! Inside." She shouted to herself. It felt intense, it was incredibly cold and she couldn't determine it was painful or if it was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt.

She was on her knees when she heard his zipper and she began to nearly drool. She loved the taste of him so. 

He barely touched her lips with his engorged cock, teasing her; she lunged for it, blindfolded, she had no way of aiming for a target and she was hungrily grabbing at the air, as he pulled away. 

"Still Emily" 

Again she felt him rubbing his cock softly on her lips and she offered him her tongue, he obliged her, swirling the head around her tongue. 

He slowly slid it past her lips, and she understood she was to go slow. 

She make love to his cock with her tongue, for how long she did not know, but long enough for her pussy to warm after the ice melted. She could not believe how amazing it felt, how much she want to make love to his cock, how much her heart overflowed with feeling for him. 

She took him slowly, and deep, taking all of him, and sliding back to his head, swirling her tongue it. She knew he was close, she could hear it, felt him tense, and although she wanted release she wanted nothing more than to taste him. She took him all the way, her lips brushing his pubic flesh and as she reached up and cupped his warm balls; she felt him. He had tried she knew to hold back, he liked to watch, but the force with which he let go there was no time. She pulled back just as another spurt of his cum escaped and splashed her lips, her chin. 

His knees went weak and he fell back to the couch; removing the blindfold just in time to see the ecstasy on his face. She smiled inside, she loved this man. 

Chapter 33

"Come, Emily, sit." Jonathon said softly patting the space next to him; Emily eagerly curled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He grabbed her shapely legs and slid them across his lap. 

"I have tried to convey what you mean to me," his tone was almost pained. 

"Yes, Jonathon, I know what I mean to you," she replied trying to soothe him. 

"Do you? Truly?" he asked; even more wounded sounding, his eyes pleading for understanding, looking greener than normal, Emily thought. 

"Yes Jonathon, I know you care for me. I know I am special to you. I know I hold a special place in your life," she replied pulling her mussed hair back from her face; feeling uncomfortable with the questions.

"Yes, Emily, you do," he sounded slightly reassured but still pleading with her for understanding; although not saying it. 

"Jonathon, I am sorry, I was with the girls; I thought girls were different. Many men think that, I didn't know. I won't do it again. It was a thing, that's all." Her deep brown eyes searching his, wondering what he was trying to say. 

He caressed her cheek, tracing her light freckles; that made her look so girlish in a way. He brushed her hair back and gently brought his lips to hers, kissing her ever so softly, sucking her bottom lip as she loved. She kissed him back with equal tenderness, carefully placing her hand on his chest, delicately caressing his pectoral muscles with her fingertips, avoiding his overly sensitive nipples. 

His mouth went slowly down to her jawbone, trailing kisses across it, centering gently on the dimple of her chin and lingering there with baby kisses, before going to the other side of her face. 

As much as she loved the insane fucking they did, she longed for this, slow passionate lovemaking and her body was responding on an entirely different level. She determined she would never be able to explain the difference to someone, and wondered if everyone truly delighted in the mere presence of their lover as she did; if everyone had intimacy that was so satisfying. She longed to be able to touch him more often, and yet at the same time, she was so afraid. 

His tongue had trailed from her chin, carefully down her neck to the hollow of her throat, again placing tiny kisses before moving on to her collarbone. 

She had a momentary sense of panic as she often did, she was afraid to be hurt, it was acceptable for her to love him, but to feel truly loved by him, was terrifying and she could never put her finger on why. 

She almost wanted him to speed up, to stop being so delicate, it was scaring her. She couldn't get totally attached, simply couldn't and this, what he was doing was frightening, and yet she could not stop him. She wanted him to make love to her slowly; they had never really done it quite that slowly, in part because of her passion for him, her animalistic need for his prowess. 




Emily's First Taste Pt. 04



His kisses were now on her chest, above her breasts, ever so softly. 

"Stop" part of her wanted to scream. You don't know me. You cannot possible love me so tenderly, "Stop" I do not deserve you. "Stop"; but she could not. It felt so heavenly. 

Inside she was fidgeting, trying to remain calm, yet there was a strange panic, and intense longing for him as his lips found her nipple; twirling it between his lips and tongue. Tender kisses found his way to the other nipple repeating the treatment, her hand resting on his perfectly smooth head. 

Inadvertently Emily flinched, he looked at her pained, as though he had done something wrong and despite her inner turmoil she pleaded with him with her eyes to continue, the black mascara and dark, smoky eyeliner only making her seem more desperate.

His lips lingered on her breasts, kissing and licking the firm globes, as he brought his large strong hands and thick fingers up to envelope them, moaning as he did; sending pure electricity to her button. 

Jonathon's lips found her stomach, but his hands remained on her breasts. He slid out from under her legs and rested his body on hers, squeezing her hips with his elbows and hard biceps as he did. 

Emily breathing was rapidly accelerating as he scattered kisses across her belly, her least favorite part of her body. She was nervous and excited simultaneously, fighting the urge to stop him. She was allowed to do these things for him, not him for her, she wanted it desperately. She never had a man make love to her like that, never really allowed him to, always sped it up with her passion for him. She never let a man this close, but if she stopped now, sped it up, she would push him away she thought; he needs to do this.

Jonathon slid further down, releasing her breast and cupping her tiny waist before clutching her full hips and pulling her towards him. His kisses still soft, slow and finding their way closer to her sex. He focused on her bikini line and just below. The hardest part to shave, she thought, is it still smooth? 

He held her hips firmly as he kissed her bare mound leisurely. She moaned as he only just brushed her slit with the hair from his goatee; the sensation on her naked skin, electrifying. He remained there for some time teasing her with his tongue, before proceeding to the tops of her thighs, avoiding her wet lips that were aching for him, despite her fears. 

She unintentionally moaned in disappointment and he looked up at her across her belly and smiled in response. She couldn't help but smile back. She loved this man; she did want him to love her, didn't she? It was all so bewildering.

Jonathon parted her thighs, kissing the tender inner flesh, brushing her with his facial hair. She thought why more women didn't shave completely, the feeling so much more intense. She wondered why she was chatting in her head, do other women do that; was it the uneasiness?

His tongue flicked her slit before gently parting her large lips. She had not had a man make love to her this way. Before Jonathon she had let few kiss there, it was too intimate, too much. Aricella and the girls were not the same, there were no feelings, she could not love them the same. Jonathon had a few times and she loved it every time, he was skilled with his tongue and she was always brought to orgasm, but this time, this moment was so different to her. She became aware once more there was music playing, although for some reason she could not make out the song. 

Ever so slowly, he tasted her, sucking her lips, she was building, the intensity of it all; overwhelming. Her breathing ragged, her desire to grab the back of his head and thrust herself into his face, to speed it up, to not feel so much, nearly irresistible. She refused her urge to not feel, and relished in the moment, gently pushing back against his face as he flicked her clit with his hardened tongue. As he began to suck her sensitive button he gently inserted the tip of his finger inside, tenderly wiggling at the opening and it was all too much, she simply let go, experiencing the most different orgasm of her life. Her entire body tingled from her face to her toes, as she shuddered he held her tightly, his face against her belly. To her surprise, tears began to roll down her cheeks; she hoped he wouldn't notice, because for some inexplicable reason, she could not stop them. 

"Why are you crying Emily?" asked Jonathon, pleading, thinking he had done something wrong. 

"I don't exactly know, that was different than anything I have ever felt, it was more intense, and not really on an orgasmic level. Emotionally. I cannot really explain it. But it was beautiful," she replied; wiping the tears. 

"Ok baby," he said kissing her forehead. 

Chapter 34 

Jonathon slept peacefully, his head on her chest, while Emily slept fleetingly. Memories, like videos, flooded her head making sleep elusive. 

Emily put the children to bed early as she was asked to do and settled in to do her homework. She hated math and wasn't doing very well, despite her ability to do the work, she simply didn't care for it and her efforts in the subject were minimal, but she needed to get her grades up. Tired of listening to her parents she decided to buckle down. 

She didn't hear the door open, didn't hear him come in. He was drunk, smelled of a brewery, when he slid up next to her on the couch. 

"What are you doing, Emily?" he asked, slurring his words. 

"Homework, Mr. Ingle. Math, I don't really care for it," she said as she slid away, uncomfortable by his smell, the sweat dripping from his brow. 

"Really? I could help you," he suggested, sliding closer; taking her book from her. He made a show of pretending to look at it but Emily knew he was much too drunk to even contemplate Calculus. 

"It's fine, Sir, I can do the work. I just don't care for it, I'd much rather be doing other subjects," Emily replied, sliding back more. 

"Other subjects, eh? Like boys, Emily?" Mr. Ingle was getting closer to her, his breath hot as he spoke. 

"No, Mr. Ingle. The boys don't pay any attention to me." Emily said honestly. When she had looked in the mirror, she felt pretty, thought she looked pretty, but the boys were terribly mean to her; the girls, too. 

It began in the fourth grade when she began to develop early. The boys picked on her, trying to pull her dresses up, the girls called her names, and it continued through her entire schooling. Even though she was in her first year of college, little had changed. 

Her figure was different than the other girls, curvy; voluptuous some would say and she had an air about her. She was confident, knew she was brilliant, and thought differently about life than other people. Unconcerned with celebrities, gossip, and trivial things, Emily was far more concerned with the fact there were injustices in the world and it pained her soft heart. 

Nearly nineteen she had been kissed but that was it. It had happened in high school and it was traumatic for her. Justin Green had pretended to be her boyfriend and kissed her in public before trashing her in front of his friends, the entire school. Emily was wary of all men after that. 

Mr. Ingle sat next to her, his thighs touching hers, sweating profusely. Emily was fully aware he wanted something; she didn't know how to get away.

"Emily, I am sure the boys like you, perhaps if you weren't so stuck-up and superior, they would be nicer," he said as he took her notebook from her lap. 

Crushed, Emily had never considered herself stuck up. She was friendly, talked to everyone, even those people that everyone made fun of. She was nice to everyone and Mr. Ingle's words stung her. 

"I can help you Emily. Help you relax, help you not be so uptight," his hand slid up her thigh; she was pinned against the arm of the couch and her mind raced with what to do. 

"No, Mr. Ingle. I am fine. I don't need boys. My schoolwork, it's too important. I don't have time for them anyway," she tried to slide away but he was nearly on top of her and she struggled as he tried to kiss her. 

His sweaty hands reached for her over-developed breasts and squeezed hard. 

"I know you want me Emily, I see you looking at me." 

Emily didn't know what he was talking about, she had babysat for the family for years, gone on outings with them and had been a constant presence, helping Mrs. Ingle do chores; she was more like a family member than a babysitter. 

Emily's mind raced, when would Mrs. Ingle be home, why wasn't she with him, what would she do?

Popping the top buttons of her blouse, the sound they made as they hit the hardwood floor seemed deafening, he reached inside her blouse, inserting his fingers inside her tank top. 

Emily was sweating too, terrified at this man overpowering her...

Chapter 35

"Emily! Wake up!" Jonathon's booming voice brought her back to reality, although she wasn't sure if she was really sleeping. She looked at him stunned, felt the sweat on her body, and was initially afraid, until she realized it was him. His presence instantly made her at peace. 

"Good morning, Jonathon," she smiled sweetly; the sunlit flooding into her room was the only signal of morning for her. She felt as though she had not slept at all. She knew she had been remembering, but didn't want him to know that; didn't want him to know about her past. She couldn't understand it; why would he? 

"Morning baby, you look beautiful," he purred at her.

Emily would never get tired of hearing things like that, she doubted most women felt the same, and wondered why men didn't say more things like that. If they did, she thought, they would receive utter devotion. Why men didn't get that pleasing women, earning total admiration was relatively simple.

Jonathon got it somehow. It was his words, his humor, his sweet insides that he tried so hard to protect, his protection of her, which made her love him.

Emily felt weak from her night of fitful sleep and remembering, she wanted to feel Jonathon's power. She wanted to feel safe under him. She wanted to submit her fears, her thoughts, and her will to him. 

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied in the sassiest way possible, hoping to provoke him, even though she was smiling, she hoped he would read it correctly.

"Are you now? You seemed to be having a bad dream?" his tone let Emily know he was getting it.

"Nope, just fine, don't feel much like talking," she replied, sounding like a brat.

"Is that so, and what is it you feel like doing then?" 

"Nothing, not a darn thing," the twinkle in her eye betraying her disrespectful tone. 

"I don't much care for the way you are speaking to me Emily," Jonathon's voice was firm, and he lacked the twinkle she had, he was so good at the game, and her body began to instantly respond. 

"Oh, well I really don't care what you think right now." 

"Emily, your behavior is completely unacceptable and will have to be punished," his voice, strong, steady and serious, was like electricity to her clit. 

"Ha! I don't think so, not today," she retorted as she tried to flee the bed. 

Jonathon lunged for her and caught her with little effort. Emily struggled for effect; Jonathon held her tiny wrists in one of his large hands as he reached for one of scarves that were still on the bureau. 

"On your knees!" he ordered. Her pussy was on fire. She loved the feeling of him in control. She wondered why, considering all of the unpleasant things that had happened in her life, and determined immediately that it was because he cared for her, wouldn't let anything happen to her, and it erased all of those things. She wanted him like no other. 

Emily complied and Jonathon secured her wrists with the scarf and as he did he noticed the rigging of rope and the eye hook from the ceiling. 

"What is this, dear Emily?" Jonathon interrogated her. 

"Um, well, uh," Emily sputtered. 

"Spill it girl! Did you use this contraption with your girlfriends?" Jonathon's interested piqued and Emily could see his mind racing at the possibilities; his cock at her eye level stirred and her pussy began to slicken in response. 

"Um, yes Sir." 

"Really now? Hmmm. Who did you tie up? All of them?" 

Emily could see his brain working, imagining her friends tied up at her hands, as he wrapped the end of the rope around her wrists and hoisted her to her feet, her nipples exposing how she felt about his inquisition. 

"Just Aleeyah, Sir. Well, just Aleeyah tied up to the ceiling..." 

"Really? And who else was tied up? And how?" Jonathon was hungry for details and Emily could easily see why; his cock was jutting from his pelvis, solid from the possibilities running through his head. 

"Um, Natalia. She had her wrists tied." 

"Did you spank them? With this?" he asked picking up the crop from the dresser. 

"Yes, Sir," Emily replied meekly, enjoying the questioning, the stretching of her limbs as she hung from the hook she had utilized on her friend only hours before. The dampness seeping from her lips caused them to slide together as she twisted the rope, gaining pleasure from the sensation, wanting more attention on her button. 

Jonathon stood behind her and whispered in her ear, his hard cock resting on her thigh, "and did Aleeyah like it Emily? Being tied up by you, her friend? Did it make her wet?" 

"Yes sir, it did." 

Jonathon involuntarily moaned at the thought, when he noticed the spreader bar Emily had purchased sitting on the bureau. 

"Did you use this?" he grilled her, his tone demanding, firm, pretending he was disappointed in the activities she had participated. He had been the night before, but in that moment it was clear he enjoyed the images running though his head as his cock twitched, bouncing toward his belly. 

"Yes Sir, I did." For a moment Emily was a little disappointed he had discovered the toys, as they were part of her plan for him, but the sight of his hard body standing there with the spreader bar in his hands, was such a turn on that it simply didn't matter. 

"Interesting. Like this?" he asked; putting down the crop and picking up the bar. He knelt before her and spread her legs wide; he caressed her calves as he cuffed her ankles. 

"Yes, Sir, like that." She was grateful he had not blindfolded her. She watched herself being restrained in the large mirror atop the bureau and the other one on the adjacent wall. It was nearly more than she could handle. She saw the definition of her muscles stretched to capacity as she hung there, legs spread, on her toes, and it was entirely erotic to her. 

Jonathon picked up the crop again and slowly slid it up Emily's leg, resting it on her clit, but not moving it. Emily ached to feel anything against her throbbing button, to relieve the building pressure, and she squirmed to rub against the leather tip of the crop. 

He allowed her to rub against for a while, delighted with watching her pleasuring herself. She rocked her body as best she could with her legs spread so far, having little traction standing on her toes. Her awkward attempts made her look even more vulnerable and his throbbing cock begged for attention. 

Jonathon slid the wet tip of the crop between her breasts and to Emily's surprise he swatted the tips of her hard nipples. The act sent pain shooting through her, pain and intense pleasure, she was surprised at the sensation and wanted more; she moaned in appreciation, hoping to elicit another swat. Jonathon obliged, and the successive smacks opened a floodgate of moisture to her pussy, and her involuntary sounds of appreciation encouraged him to continue her torment. 

Smiling, Jonathon walked behind her, sliding the crop under her breast, along her side and across her bottom. He couldn't resist and struck it hard, immediately producing a pink welt. Emily writhed, from the pain, but also the intense pleasure it produced. 

"You like that, don't you Emily?" 

"Yes, Sir," Emily replied, her breathing ragged, every nerve in her body electrified, she wanted more. 

"You want more don't you?" 

"Yes, please, Sir" 

"Beg me for them," he ordered.

"Please sir, please..." 

"Please what, Emily?" 

"Please spank me...," begging for punishment had a powerful effect on her. She needed the painful pleasure as much as she needed to feel him inside her lustful body. 

Jonathon indulged her, slowly, gently at first; tapping her firm bottom with little force, it felt almost ticklish to Emily. She laughed in response. 

"It's funny?" Jonathon asked, sounding angry. 

"No sir, it feels... different."

"Different huh? Well, how does this feel?" 

When the crop connected with her bottom she flinched, even though she expected him to spank her harder, she didn't expect it to sting quite so much. The stinging feeling quickly left her and became warmth that spread through her body. She would never be able to wrap her brain around the pain-pleasure connection, but she couldn't get enough of it. 

Emily was twenty-two the first time she realized there even was a pain-pleasure connection. She lay on the table, the tattooist coloring the large dragon tattoo on her back; she nearly had an orgasm there without her button ever being touched. 

Jonathon, holding the crop in his left hand, rubbed Emily's rosy bottom. He leaned into her and whispered in her ear. She felt his hardness on her tender bottom and the soft skin of his head on her inflamed ass was incredible. 

"Emily, I do not want you to ever forget belong to me. You can play with the girls, but only at my discretion. Do you understand?" he rubbed her again before his hand connected hard with the already sensitive skin and Emily writhed with pleasure. 

She needed to feel him inside her, needed to cum. 

"Please Sir... Please," she began to beg. 

"Please what, Emily?"

"Please Sir... Please fuck me. I need to feel you, I need you inside me, I cannot take much more." 

"You can't take much more? Because it hurts?" Jonathon asked curiously. 

"No sir, because it aches, because my pussy aches. I am so close, but I need you." 

"You want my cock?" Jonathon smiled. 

"Yes, Sir. Please," Emily pleaded. 

"Hmmmm, you need something here?" he asked as he slipped his fingers between her legs, groaning in delight as he felt her arousal, his sounds sending jolts to her button. 

He began to massage her clit from behind, the hair on his arms brushing the tender skin of her bottom, the bare skin of her pussy. Her arms strained, the muscles sore, adding to the excitement her body felt. 

Jonathon abruptly stopped and walked to her dresser, opening the drawer that contained her array of toys. He chose a butterfly vibrator, turned it on and held it against her clit. 

It was too much, Emily squirmed away as best she could, but he held her fast with his free arm, and breathed "cum for me Emily."

The torture was exquisite and in seconds Emily exploded, shooting her juices everywhere, an ability Jonathon could not get enough of; always pleased when it happened. He held her as her body rocked against him, against his throbbing cock and he knew he must have her, tossing the vibrator across the room.

She hung limp from her ecstasy, and Jonathon quickly undid the spreader bar from her ankles, before releasing her from the restraint that held her up. He caught her before she fell to the floor, and lowering her to her knees he positioned himself behind her perfect pink ass. 

She lay flat on her arms, raising her ass to meet his hungry cock; he slid into her, delighting in her wetness. She wanted him to fuck her hard and he did. Emily braced herself, pushing back to meet him as he thrust himself into her. There was no sweet lovemaking, only raw passion and quickly sent her over the edge as she felt him slapping her clit with his balls. 




Emily's First Taste Pt. 04



As her muscles clenched around his member, he knew he was close. Her orgasm slowed, and he withdrew from her just as his climax hit; sending his cum in the air, hitting her hair, her back, her upturned ass; a sight he would never get enough of.



Emily's First Taste Pt. 05



*****I wanted to take a moment to thank all of you that have followed this story from the beginning. It is the first story I ever written for here and it has gotten a mind of it's own. I really love hearing your feedback. Anon,public,private it doesn't matter. Good or bad as long as it is truly constructive, let me have it. 

I don't anticipate it will have more after the part VI I am working on, but one never knows. This had a plot twist I wasn't expecting myself actually. 

Again, Thank you. Please continue to vote and let me know what you're thinking and what I could improve on as a writer. Hope you enjoy Emily and Jonathon's adventures. 

Apologies, this is a longer segment but I couldn't figure out how best to divide it, so alas it is here in one large section and why it took longer***************

Chapter 36 

Emily knew she needed a shower, never having made it there the night before. She was too physically and emotionally drained at that moment to move and simply uttered the word, "Shower." 

Jonathon laughed at her and left her lay there as he went to start the water. She could hear it running and her never ending thoughts went to what it would be like if he was there all the time. She had no desire to be married again, to pick up someone's socks, have boring sex. Sex with Jonathon was never boring though, would everyday life be boring? She quickly put the thought out of her head. He didn't want her like that anyway and she didn't want to be hurt again. 

She felt his hand around her arm as he lifted her to her feet. Escorting her to the shower he whispered to her, "Mine." 

They spoke few words as he caressed her body with the soft cloth and soap, paying special attention to her tender bottom. She allowed him to wash her long hair, something that neither of them had ever done before. His tenderness awed her, and she guardedly relished in it. She knew he would tire of her eventually, humans are fickle creatures and true love didn't exist she reminded herself. 

Stepping from the shower, he patted her gently with the towel, collecting and remaining drops of water from her skin. Gently, she did the same for him. The sight of his naked body set her juices flowing again; she wanted him, needed to taste him. 

Emily dropped the towel in her hand and began to lick the water droplets from his chest. Sucking tenderly on the nipples she longed to nibble but knew they were much too delicate; she wondered if there was ever going to be a way to toughen them. 

As she kissed her way down his belly, sucking the moisture from his skin, his cock sprang to greet her in appreciation. Emily deliberately took her time moving lower across his flat stomach, inserting her tongue in his belly button; making circles around it. Jonathon moaned as she made her way, inserting his hand in her damp hair, now the color of an over-ripe cherry. Grabbing a loose handful he was able to see her face, her lips, as she met the tip of his fully hard cock. 

Emily took great pleasure in being able to tease him with her tongue and as she settled to her knees she flicked the underside of his head with her piercing. She stiffened it and massaged that sensitive spot with the metal ball, tormenting him. 

Gently sucking only the head, letting it pop in and out of her mouth, the sound resonated in the tiny bathroom. Jonathon parted his feet as she cupped him in her hand, massaging him with her small fingers. She lingered at his head and he nudged her with his hips, wanting to be deeper. She resisted, toying with him with her strong tongue. 

Emily reached for Jonathon's hand as she rose to her feet and silently led him to her room. She guided him to the edge of her bed and motioned for him to maneuver himself against the pillows. He did as she requested and she knelt between his legs, admiring his formidable frame. 

Starting at his ankles Emily begins to worship him with her mouth. She twirled the soft dark hair of his legs with her tongue as she made her way up one leg to the apex of his groin watching his cock bounce with pleasure as she teased around it. Emily licked his head then breathed on it, the sensation caused Jonathon to moan in appreciation and she knew the he wanted her lips to take him. She denied him his unspoken request and began to repeat the process with his right leg. 

When she again reached the center of his thighs she straddled them, her bare, very wet pussy achingly close to his twitching member. She briefly tempted him, rubbing the hardness on her wet clit with her fingers. 

Leaning into him she trailed her hard nipples in circles around his chest, the action caused her wetness to grind against his pelvis and Jonathon softly sighed for release. Instead, Emily slid her mound across his belly and her lips tasted the sensitive skin behind his left ear. Jonathon bucked his hips trying to meet hers, pleading for relief, she refused his request. 

He tried to touch her but she pushed his hands gently back to the bed. Jonathon tried to speak but she placed her fingers on his lips, he responded by sucking them gently. 

Silently controlling his actions was intensely erotic to Emily and her fluids began to cover his chest as she kissed his neck and chest, lowering her hips she feels his hard cock settle between the cleft of her ass. She rocked her pelvis in response, coating his pubic area and writhing against his cock. 

Jonathon's moaning signaled his increasing desire. Emily crouched above him; her knees bent. She took his extraordinarily hard member in her hand, positioning it at the opening of her sex. With extreme control she allowed only the head to enter and circled her hips, her wetness dripping from her, glazing the tip. 

Lifting his hips to meet hers, Emily raised hers allowing his head to pop from her opening; Jonathon groaned in frustration. His tormentor again lowered herself partially onto his cock; slightly further than she had previously. Emily slowly lowered herself up and down with great restraint as Jonathon periodically tried to meet her lowering hips. Still, she refused him, and he wondered how much he could take before he simply overpowered her. 

Agonizingly slow she lowered herself further onto his cock almost meeting the base. Emily played this game with him for some time, sliding herself nearly the entire length of his shaft with excruciating slowness. 

Jonathon, having difficulty with the torture, lifted his hips into her and briefly had relief as he impaled her fully. In response Emily lifted herself and hovered at the tip of his cock; swirling her hips.

Delighting in his torture Emily began to sink the entire length of his shaft with unbearable slowness, clenching her inner muscles as she did. 

Jonathon could take it no longer and without warning and with extreme deftness he flipped Emily on her back and she squealed in delight. He growled at her in response, pinned her arms to the bed with one hand, and guided himself into her with the other. 

His frustration with her teasing was evident as he forcefully thrust into her; driving her close to orgasm with little effort. Jonathon was soon near climax himself when he leaned into Emily and whispered, "cum for me baby." It was all Emily needed and she exploded. Her clenching muscles sent Jonathan over the brink and he filled her with his goodness. 

Entirely spent, he fell on top of her, and for a moment Emily was concerned about him. She lifted his head, looked at his face, and he flopped back to her chest. 

"Are you OK baby?" she asked. 

"I think you're trying to kill me Emily." 

Chapter 37

They spent the next several hours sleeping on and off, watching television and enjoying pizza delivered from Primo's. Emily appreciated the normalness of it all. 

Growing up in rural Indiana her family life never exemplified normalcy. Her parents fought often and she often begged her mother to get divorced. They never did and life was tumultuous. 

Emily, the oldest of three, fared well considering her upbringing, her brother and sister hadn't done as well. Both Michael and Kristina had suffered from addictions and survived on minimum wage jobs. Emily had worked her way through college and earned honors while there. Several well-known marketing agencies had tried to recruit her after graduation but she loved her job at Elton's and her commission was substantial, so she never left. 

An unsuccessful marriage had briefly made Emily feel as though she herself had failed but it wasn't long before she recognized that the failure was not entirely her fault. She had been raised to believe that marriage is just what women do; get married and have kids, was expected of her. She realized she probably should have not been married in the first place. After meeting Jonathon, she knew that she had not truly loved her former husband, but that he was comfortable. 

Thankful she had never had children and that she had weathered divorce with grace, Emily was happier than she had ever been in her life. 

She looked at Jonathon and wondered if the normalcy could always continue. Emily felt like it could, she wanted it, but as usual fear gripped her. He was so busy, always working, with friends; could he ever be happy with normal? Did he want normal? Did he really want her? 

Emily pushed the thoughts out of her head and tried to enjoy the moment as Jonathon looked at her, smiled and reached for her hand. 

"What are you thinking baby?" he thoughtfully asked. 

"I was thinking how lucky I am that you don't really snore," Emily said sincerely, even though she hadn't been thinking it at that exact moment. 

"Don't I?" Jonathon smiled at her, fully aware that was not quite what she was thinking, but not willing to push her. 

"Well, not really. You more or less do this humming thing when you sleep. I mean it's still totally annoying but not loud at least," she smirked. 

"Is that so?" he answered, pretending to be mad. 

"It would be more tolerable, of course, if your breath weren't so bad," she jested.

"Oh really? Well, perhaps you would like some of my hot breath now?" 

He wrestled her and pinned her down; she fought back, pretending to struggle. It wasn't long before she was pinned with one hand and being tickled with the other. Emily giggled like a child and her happiness grew as he antagonized her asking how hot his breath was. 

They wrestled like that for a while before he leaned in to kiss her, not with sexual passion, but with affection; softly he kissed her lips, looking into her eyes and Emily's heart melted. 

Jonathon lay on top of her, brushed her hair from her face, and lowered his head to rest on her chest. 

"Your laugh...is the sweetest sound I have ever heard Emily." 

She loved when he said things like that; they made her love him more of course. She smiled at him, although he couldn't see her, she kissed his smooth head, and marveled at how one person could make her so happy.

Chapter 38

When Jonathon left the following morning Emily was left feeling empty; did other women experience that? Did Jonathon feel that when he left? Did he miss her as much as she missed him?

Jonathon had kissed her sweetly, told her he would see her soon, and to text him later. She knew she would, she couldn't resist, even if she was upset or angry, she wanted to hear from him all of the time. 

Emily decided to call Aleeyah and see how she survived her first female experience. For a moment she was afraid that maybe she had gone too far with her and she hesitated, but they had been friends too long for Emily to be afraid; besides the girl had safe words and didn't use them. 

When the phone rang several times and Aleeyah didn't pick up Emily panicked but just before it was to go to voicemail Aleeyah answered. 

"Lee! Um, hi, how are you? Did I send you over the edge? As friends I mean," Emily tested the waters as she asked. 

"Oh mi God girl! U a try if kill mi man?"

Emily laughed riotously at Aleeyah's Patois; she knew she had gotten Aleeyah worked up. 

"Lee...I love you. You crack me up! I am guessing you enjoyed yourself then?" 

"Em, I had a great time. It was more than I expected. Sure didn't expect you to tie my ass up, but it was good!"

"I am glad Lee, when we have Jonathon's weekend it won't be as intense for you. I needed to practice. I'm not used to being quite that dominant, Jonathon and I have played before, but he stepped it up lately, so I've gotta be comfortable with it. I want to blow his mind, and boy, are we going to!"

"You gonna have to tell me the rest!" 

"Lee, part of it has to be a surprise, or it won't work, but I will tell you that we are going to tease that man until he begs us to stop." 

"What you mean, Em?"

"I would rather wait until we get closer, a few more details to mull through in my head," Emily replied, wheels turning in her head. "I did get in trouble for our little party though," She snickered.

"Trouble?" 

"Yeah. Jonathon had texted, I didn't respond, so right after you left, he showed up." 

"And?" 

"I'm not sure about that guy," Emily laughed, "I sure didn't know he'd be upset for me not texting, he goes hours without texting me back sometimes, guys are so weird." 

"Anyway, he wasn't mad exactly, but let's just say...I got the same treatment I gave you. It was fantastic. It is really hot to me when he is like that. An actually I wish he'd be a little more ... possessive... well not possessive exactly, just more ... I don't know ... like ... that in to me... he's so busy... When he does that, just shows up, plans stuff out of the blue... it's hot to me. Romantic. Am I making any sense?"

"Sure, Em. We all want guys to go overboard, show us how in to us they are but, they don't think like us." Aleeyah preached. 

"Yeah, I know Lee."

"So when you say you got same treatment? Spill it! You know I want details," Aleeyah persuaded her. 

Emily proceed to recount the erotic details of Jonathon's tying her up, and subsequent making love to her pussy with his magnificent tongue. She felt herself getting wet as she told Aleeyah and wondered if it did the same for Aleeyah. Emily slid her hand down her panties as she spoke' wondering if Aleeyah could tell she was rubbing her wet button. Probably not appropriate phone etiquette, Emily thought to herself, but she really couldn't help it. 

Emily often worried if there was something wrong with her. Were other women so sexual? She was turned on all of the time; nearly. She thought about sex about ninety percent of the day she surmised; including sleeping. Her dreams were often filled with sex so she figured ninety percent was pretty accurate. 

Was it normal for women to masturbate as much as she did? Sadly, being multi-orgasmic was sometimes a curse. She would need it so badly, to cum, and then when she did it was so dissatisfying; it wasn't enough. She would just want more. Men, she thought, were lucky to be able to explode like that, although maybe theirs didn't feel as good? 

Since she had met Jonathon he was the only man she imagined with her. She knew he looked at porn, she did too, but when she did, she could only picture him, only see his fine body against hers. She doubted it was the same for him, guys were so different; they liked to look at all sorts of women and while she thought other men were attractive, nice to look at, only Jonathon was in her dreams. 

It had never been like that with any other man. During her marriage she had thought about nearly every other man she could. Her husband was less concerned about pleasing her than himself so she figured it was only fair. With Jonathon, he had always been more concerned with her orgasm than his and perhaps that is one of the reasons she loved him.

"Em?" Aleeyah brought Emily back to reality. 

"Oh yes, Lee, I spaced it for a minute."

"Touching yourself, hey?" Aleeyah joked. Or was it?

"Yes, Lee, exactly. You caught me," Emily said truthfully but full of sarcasm. "Although, I think I am going to get going. I got plenty to do and I should call the other girls, make sure they survived and are still on board. You all right?" 

"Oh, yes ma'am," Aleeyah laughed. Emily did too. 

"Good, later Lee." Emily didn't wait for a response and hung up the phone. 

Emily practically ran to the bedroom, stripped of her clothes and lay naked on the bed when the phone rang. She thought about not answering it but when she checked the caller ID and saw it was Jonathon she decided she had better. 

"Hi baby. Don't do it."

"What?!" she thought, there is no way he could possibly know what she was about to do. 

"Don't do what baby?" she said as sweetly as possible, sliding her hand to her already wet slit and spreading the lips for the sweetness inside. 

"What you are going to do, don't do it. Don't touch yourself. It may not be right now, although I suspect that it is, by your tone." 

"Who? Me? Why would you think that?" Emily tried to play coy. 

"Yes, Emily, you. I know you much better than you think I do," Jonathon said firmly. 

"But Jonathon. Can't I just touch it a little? I was talking to Aleeyah. Telling her all about the punishment you gave me; your expert tongue lashing. It made me so wet, my button is throbbing, please baby. I have to rub it." 

"Send me a picture of it, with your fingers in it," Jonathon demanded. 

Emily immediately complied. She dipped her fingers in her sweet little hole; snapped a picture with her phone with the other and sent it via text, sliding them in and out a few extra times in case he told her to stop. 

"You really are touching yourself, huh? I was just guessing," Jonathon laughed. "I thought your orgasms were mine?" 

"Um, I didn't know you meant that too." Emily whined. 

"Oh, Emily, but I did. You will have to be punished it you don't stop. Unless of course you are willing to comply with my request," Jonathon coaxed. 

"Request? What request?" Emily wondered what he could possibly want. 

"I left the balls there for you. They are in your top right dresser drawer. I want you to wear them today. No panties, and a skirt... your choice. Go do your shopping you said you had to do. And wherever you are, in the car, at a store, I want an upskirt picture. I want it close up too. I want to watch you getting wetter from those balls slipping around in you."

There was silence as Emily contemplated whether or not she could do what he was requesting. She had stopped touching herself as he had described his request. Strangely, she thought, she was incredibly turned on by the proposition. She had never done anything like that. Taking the picture for him moments before was the first. 

"Emily," his voice stern. He knew she was going to do it. He really needn't have asked. 

"Yes, Sir. I'll do it." Emily had agreed to do it, not because she needed to touch herself. She could, if she tried, go quite some time without it and often it was easier than giving in to her perpetual need. She was doing it because it turned her on to think about showing her pussy to him in the grocery store; that the stock boy or a customer might catch her.

"Good, I have a lot to do today, but I expect that I'll be hearing from you."

"Yes, Sir." 

Fuck, she thought, how did he do it? She wondered what other wonderfully devious thoughts he had and why he had suddenly stepped up their sex life a notch; ten notches actually. 

Chapter 39 

Emily showered carefully, shaving her legs and delicate nether region with care. When she was satisfied she had removed all of the offending hair, she stepped out of the shower, dried herself slowly, applied scented moisturizer and surveyed her curves in the mirror.

Emily selected an unspeakably short skirt, barely covering her prize; if Jonathon wanted to play a game, she could at least make it easier on herself. If someone caught a glimpse of her sweet little pussy, their lucky day, she thought. At least the turquoise skirt was ruffled and would fall away from her, rather than ride up; she would just have to remember to bend at the knees, instead of her waist. 




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She inserted the prescribed balls into her slickness with no resistance and her fingers were so wet when she retrieved them she licked them clean; unconsciously looking around to see if anyone was looking, before remembering she was alone. 

At forty, Emily had come to a point in her life where she was wholly comfortable with herself; her few gray hairs, un-supermodel like curves, freckles, and all. They were a part of her, she was sexy and she knew it. At least she knew it most of the time, sometimes she felt childlike inside; weak. Strangely, she felt more powerful and in control when Jonathon dominated her. Why was that?

One last thing, she thought to herself as she looked in the mirror. She walked to her jewelry box and pulled out a new piece of sparkle she hadn't worn yet and figured it was as good a time as any to show Jonathon. 

She sat on the edge of her bed and spread her legs wide as she removed the crystal heart that hung from her hood and inserted a turquoise star that would dangle the same as the heart did. The color against the pink of her pussy was striking and the weight of it against her clit, pleasing. She pulled on it and let it drop. 

Chapter 40 

Emily walked to the elevator wondering how she would get close up pictures while letting Jonathon know where she was. She decided video was her only option.

As soon as the elevator door closed she turned the camera on, lifted her leg high, placed her foot on the wall, and recorded her increasingly damp, fully exposed, slit. She made sure to include the buttons for the elevator, and said "Going down?" in the most sardonic way possible. The bell rang to signal a stop. She hesitated to lower her leg and shut off the camera until just before the doors opened. Jonathon would know she was close to being caught and she hoped he would find it as erotic as she was. 

The elderly man that entered the elevator smiled at her and Emily wondered if he had seen anything in her delay to cover up. She surmised that he hadn't; she doubted his ticker could take it if he had. 

Emily quickly uploaded the video to her Dropbox. By the time she reached the parking garage she was able to text him the link. She wondered how long she would have to wait for his response.

The parking garage was empty, save for Emily. Her shoes echoed as she walked to her Charger and slipped behind the wheel. Def Leppard's "Mirror Mirror" blasted from the burned disc in her CD player when Emily tuned the key and she felt her phone rather than heard it. 

"Very nice baby, now something a little more public," Jonathon texted. 

"Yes Sir," Emily thought to herself. 

Emily pulled into the grocery store; heart racing, button throbbing. She reached under her skirt and massaged it, trying to get the pressure to subside. Realizing it was no use, she headed into the store. 

Having no real plan as to how she would accomplish her goal, she pushed her cart through the produce section; the balls inside her heavy and shifting. Emily stopped by the lettuce display and lifted her leg to the bar above the axle of the cart, spreading her legs nicely. If the young man stocking the greens on the other side of the display walked around in front of her he would have gotten a show. She turned the camera on and pushed the red button for video. 

She scanned the vegetable displays, some that she had already placed in her cart, and slowly lowered the camera between her legs. Emily kept recording as she asked the young clerk where she could find the cucumbers. She had always heard of women using vegetables to get off on and for the first time, in her heightened arousal, she considered what it might be like.

The young man flippantly said they were out. Sure she had gotten a good shot of her now dripping sex; Emily shut off the camera, and quickly uploaded to her Dropbox once again. 

Adrenaline flowed through Emily, her mind raced at the possibility she could get caught flashing herself for the camera. She wondered what would happen, how would she explain it? 

She was effectively on auto-pilot as she threw some cauliflower, a few baker potatoes, and carrots in her cart. By the time she reached the deli area her video had been fully uploaded and she texted the link to Jonathon. 

Emily finished her shopping, certain she was forgetting things. When she reached the checkout Emily knew there was no way she was going to go anywhere after the store, the tension building in her body was simply too much. She knew she was going to have no choice but to touch herself. 

It was obvious the teenage cashier was aware of her heightened condition as she checked out. He spoke only to her breasts; unable to look at her face. It was then Emily realized her nipples were rock hard and poking through her bra and her halter. Embarrassed, she quickly collected her receipt and her groceries from the girl who had bagged them and she practically ran to her car. 

As she settled behind the steering wheel she checked her phone, no text from Jonathon. Even though he had said he would be busy and she knew that meant he might not text right away, she was frustrated. She had hoped he might say that it was enough and she would tell him she needed to touch herself. 

She wasn't sure what turned her on about it all. Was it him telling her what to do? The possibility she could get caught? Her exposed pussy? The balls inside her? A combination of it all?

Emily sat in the parking lot and put her left foot on the dash. She reached between her legs and rubbed her offending button. The store was busy, parking lot full, and Emily didn't care. Most of the patrons were far enough away, they couldn't see anything; she thought. 

She lay her head back and began to flick her clit, thinking she just needed a little release. Her breathing became ragged and her eyes closed. She was lost in her pleasure until she opened her eyes and saw that she had an audience. 

Standing next to her driver's side door was an older man that was clearly enjoying the view. Emily put her leg down, smiled, shifted her car into reverse and sped home. She had been caught. While she drove, she assumed that the intrusion would make her less turned on but as she thought more about being watched, the more turned on she got. 

The parking garage was dark; she pulled in and parked. Emily exited the car and reached across the seat to grab her groceries. As she backed out of her car, someone grabbed her and pushed her against the back of her car. 

"Don't turn around," said the voice she immediately recognized as Jonathon's.

Even though she knew it was Jonathon, the aggressiveness of the situation was arousing. 

Jonathon lifted her skirt from behind and pushed her against the car with his body, she felt his arousal as he did. He pulled back and dipped his fingers inside her, moaning at her wetness. 

He forced her feet apart with his own, and asked her if she had been touching herself. He knew the answer but let her respond anyway, still playing with her pussy. She was pretty predictable when it came to self-pleasure. 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Tell me about it Emily." 

"I took the last video for you and was so turned on...I couldn't help it. I went to the parking lot and started to rub it; finger it. But I got caught."

"Got caught?"

"Yes, Sir. I don't know how long he was there, my eyes had been closed. I was close to cumming."

"Is that so Emily?" 

"Yes, Sir," Emily responded ruefully. 

"How very naughty of you. You were touching yourself and you allowed someone else to see what's mine." 

"Yikes!" Emily thought, she hadn't thought about that last part.

Before she could reply she felt Jonathon smack her ass. He proceeded to spank her at least ten more times with surprising force; lighting a fire in her belly. Emily would never understand why spankings electrified her so, but they never failed to excite her. Now she was being spanked on the back of her car, in the middle of a parking garage, and it only excited her more. 

When Jonathon had stopped, Emily asked him how he knew she had touched herself, wondering if he had a secret camera in her car or something. 

"I didn't know Emily, I guessed. Thankfully you are an honest girl. Did you like it? Knowing he was watching you? You may answer from your knees."

Emily dropped to her knees. She replied that at first she had been embarrassed, that she had backed her car out and left, but that as she drove it turned her on more to think about the stranger watching her. She had wondered if he had been turned on, if he had wanted to touch his own cock, if he had liked how her pussy looked.

As Emily recounted her story she saw Jonathon's cock twitch in his pants. Perhaps he liked to think about another man looking at her. She wanted to know but knew it wasn't the time to ask. 

Jonathon unzipped his jeans and out sprung his incredibly hard member. Without saying anything he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock in her face. As skilled as she was, his quick actions made her gag, as he thrust all the way into her throat. 

He had a handful of her hair and was fucking her face powerfully as a car pulled in the garage and parked two stalls over. Emily started to get up thinking he wouldn't want anyone to see, but to her surprise he pushed her back down and continued his pounding of her mouth. 

Emily did the best she could to keep up, sliding her tongue up and down the shaft as he entered. She tried to see where the person who exited the other car went, but she couldn't. A couple was standing behind her speechless; but obviously enjoying the show Emily was providing for them.

Jonathon ignored the couple, unashamed at his actions, thankful that the couple appreciated the view, rather than calling the police. 

He allowed Emily to keep sucking his cock until he was close to cumming. He stopped her just short of his orgasm, lifted her to her feet and pushed her over the back of the car. He reached around and pulled her halter down, leaving her breasts to hang against the car. It was then that Emily had turned her head and realized there was an audience. It excited her even more as the couple stared at them dumbstruck and she watched the brunette reach into her man's pants.

Jonathon lifted her skirt, reached around to rub her clit as he pulled the balls out. She was visibly excited and he began to finger her, for her benefit and probably for the entertainment of the watchers. 

Emily was unable to hold it for long and the building tension inside her spilled over with force. Wave after wave came over her and her knees became weak as Jonathon leaned in to hold her up. 

His cock had been patient enough he determined and he slid into her from behind. It was such a thrill for him to be observed and it added to the pleasure of filling the pussy he was convinced was made for him. 

He watched as the other man got his cock fisted by his partner and they never spoke any words to each other. 

Jonathon began to plunge into Emily and when it was apparent his male counterpart was close, it sent Jonathon over the edge, filling Emily with his cum. The sensation caused Emily's muscles to contract and it sent her over the edge once more, milking Jonathon dry. 

Emily didn't witness the other man cum, she must have closed her eyes, but it was apparent that he had as the girl's hand was coated with his seed. Emily was unable to stand and laid across the hood of her own car; her bare ass and pussy, now dripping Jonathan's cum, totally exposed. By the time Emily got her bearings the other couple had vanished; seemingly into thin air. 

Jonathon turned her to face him, leaning her against the car. 

"Emily, you are incredible. You tempt me in ways no one ever has," he whispered in her ear. His comments sent chills through Emily; she of course, felt the same. 

Chapter 41

Jonathon softly kissed Emily before getting into his loaded 2014 Ram. He had considered getting a custom color but settled on Black Gold Pearl. Emily had wanted him to get Granite but he wanted a darker color and she had finally acknowledged the black was appealing. He would have chosen the black even if she hadn't conceded but he didn't let her know that. 

He really did care about her, he didn't know if he would ever be able to commit to her in the traditional sense but she really was the only woman he fantasized about. 

Emily had surpassed all of his expectations, done things with him no other woman would and enjoyed trying new things. She had her hang ups and he understood that, but he was willing to be patient for her. He knew that as confident and open as she appeared to most people, she was protective and sweet, almost innocent with her heart. 

Jonathon knew she had been hurt and had called herself damaged goods; those things didn't matter to him. He liked her vulnerability. He liked that despite being taken advantage of she was still willing to experience pleasure. He had known many women that hadn't experienced tragic events that were rigid, restrained, and unable to achieve orgasms. Emily was none of those things, even though her experience might logically dictate such a response. She was passionate, trusting, and not cynical. He respected her and delighted in her response to life, even though he wasn't entirely sure of everything that had happened to her. 

Perhaps Jonathon appreciated Emily's reaction to life because it was so dissimilar to his own. Married over twenty years, with grown children, he had become slightly jaded toward women; contributing to his distancing himself from Emily.

He often drew her close and then, while he didn't outright push her away, he'd make it difficult for her to be tolerant. Difficult for her soft heart to bear what she saw as rejection, although that was never his intent. 

What Emily didn't realize is that Jonathon was just as scared of the feelings he had for her, as she was of him. He had never met another person, much less a woman, like her. Like Emily, he was afraid that should they slip into normal, that the novelty would wear of, that the excitement would dissipate, that it would settle into monotony like his marriage; like her marriage. He cared for her too much to let that happen. 

Driving home he fondly remembered the first night they had spent time together. 

Jonathon waited at the bar nervously for the intriguing sales woman that he could not get out of his head. He knew the moment she had smiled at him that he had to know her more. He had given her such a hard time, he couldn't help it; he didn't want to leave. She had said yes when he asked her to dinner and he was elated, if not skeptical. 

A woman that looked like her, no doubt, had plenty of suitors calling and she had said yes to him. He spent the next two days wondering why. Certainly she could have anyone, why would she choose him? 

He realized that he shouldn't question it and so he waited for her. Will she be late? Will she remember? Will she show? 

He had thought about texting her, reminding her, but he wanted to see if she would come without the reminder, although it had been nearly impossible not to text her. 

When she walked through the door, he noticed her, before she noticed him. He had to catch his breath, her remarkable hair, looked even redder against the emerald top she had chosen. Her dark eyes panned the room, searching for him. He had almost not called attention to himself just so he could watch her unnoticed for just a bit longer but he waved her over to where he was sitting. 

As she walked across the room, sashaying her hips the way she naturally did, men and women alike took notice of her. Emily didn't perceive the attention she drew, she never did, she didn't really realize how truly beautiful she was; that drew him to her even more. 

They had talked for hours that first night, closing the tavern; thankful for the extra hour afforded them due to the rollback of clocks for daylight savings time. Still, the extra time wasn't enough and they retired to the front seat of Jonathon's truck to evade the cold, or was it? 

Emily, so close to him on the bench seat, motivated him to kiss her, he couldn't help himself. They made out like teenagers that night. She had wanted to touch him, to slide her hands over his obviously hard cock, but he wouldn't let her. He would tell it that he wanted her to feel pleasure that night, but the truth was her beauty, her natural confidence, something about her was different, intimidating to him, and he didn't know exactly how to respond. 

Jonathon couldn't resist touching her though. Caressing her full breasts that overflowed in his hands, sliding into her blouse to catch her hardened nipples. Emily responded intensely, as if it had been ages since she had been touched, when in reality it was that she had never been touched so effectively. 

Sliding his hand into her undone jeans, his hand fitting tightly against her mound, he moaned; amazed at her wetness. He worked his strong fingers inside, rubbing her button with his thumb, until she reached numerous orgasms. He had never been so pleased at a woman's response and he continued much longer than he might have otherwise, simply because she responded so well. 

The only downfall of the night was that she enjoyed it so much, was so physical with her response, that she could not stop honking the horn as she lay across his lap. Both Emily and Jonathon found immense humor in it, perhaps because the police had never showed up, but also because they both knew that first night there was something between them that neither one could explain. 

Chapter 42 

Jonathon walked into the dark house he had once shared with his wife. He was glad she had decided to move out and hadn't wanted to fight over the house. They hadn't really fought about money either, she made her own. They had both acknowledged that it was time to move on and he was grateful for that. Still, it was nice to come home to someone. He had often wondered what it would be like to come home to Emily; to have her smile there to greet him. 

He was still married when he and Emily had met, though it was near the end, and Emily hadn't known. Jonathon had kept it from her for some time, although she suspected, and when she finally confronted him, he cared for her so much he hadn't wanted to lie to her. 

Emily wanted to be outraged, wanted to run, and she had halfheartedly tried many times, most times just wishing he would ask her to stay, to tell her needed and wanted her. Jonathon's occasional aloofness often led her to believe he didn't want her around, in her head at least, in her heart she had always known how he felt. 

When he had first admitted being married, they had a long talk about why he was out with Emily instead of at home. They talked about his going through the motions, much like Emily had. It wasn't until Emily said to him, "Don't you want to be happy?" that he started to consider really ending it. 

Emily never pushed him though, even though she struggled with the other woman position she held in his life. She knew in her heart that she was his only woman and somehow by faith greater than she had ever known, she accepted it; though she could never really explain why. 

She knew all of the reasons that men stay in marriages they aren't happy in, women too, for that matter. Kids, houses that neither wants to part with, pensions, comfortable things, they all make sense. 

Emily was willing to fill whatever space he had because what they had, even in the beginning, was so different than anything she had ever experienced. 

Jonathon had been thinking about asking her to come stay with him for a while, she could keep her apartment, he thought, in case she didn't like it. Part of him was afraid that she would try and run away again, it seemed like every time he started to get closer she did. He didn't know that it wasn't because he was getting closer, it was because she had been patient and thought she couldn't bear it any longer to be apart; to be second to his lifestyle. He didn't know that she had finally realized that she couldn't bear to be apart at all, and she had reconciled with whatever space he wanted her in, that she would never leave again. 




Emily's First Taste Pt. 05



It was immediately apparent to him when he would ask her. 

He felt calm as he dialed the phone, comfortable in his decision.

"Hello Jonathon," she answered. The ringtone she had set for him, "Hysteria", allowed her to answer without waiting for him to speak. 

"Baby?" he sounded almost childlike.

"Yes, Jonathon, of course. Did you forget something?" 

"Um yes, I did actually. I forgot to ask you something," his voice was different and she could not place why. 

"Yes, Jonathon?" 

"I have a conference I was asked to speak at in a few weeks, in Chicago. I was wondering; would you like to go with me?"

What! Emily was dumbfounded. Really?! Will this man never let her surprise him? Rapid thoughts flooded her head. If she said no outright he would be hurt, disappointed; though he would pretend not to be. If she said she was busy, it would require a huge lie that she would have to back up. He would ask her about it and she would never be able to lie directly to him; hence the secretary ruse. Emily silently screamed. 

"Em? Did you hear me? Are you still there?"

"Yes, baby, I'm here. What weekend exactly?"

"The weekend of the 20th, December."

Yes. Of course it was, why wouldn't it be? She had expected that. He had never asked her to go on a work trip, why is he asking now? He must know and he is playing me?! Emily was furious he had found out the ruse and was playing her game back. Still, if that wasn't the case, maybe she could stall and reconfigure plans. 

"Sure baby, I'd love to go. Assuming there are no catastrophes at my work of course." She chuckled. Not likely she thought. But perhaps there could be one?

"Great baby. I'll have something special planned." He eluded. 

Shit! He must know! Emily began frantically thinking of ways she could spin this, so she could come out on top, literally. That was the goal after all. 

"Ok sweets, looking forward to it. Thank you for asking me." Emily practically whispered. 

"Of course baby, I'm excited," his voice dripped with enthusiasm.

"Night love," she purred. 

"Night babe"

Chapter 43

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Emily stormed through her living room. 

"He knows. How could he possibly know? That man never lets me do anything for him. He is always one step ahead of me!" she thought aloud. 

Her solution was apparent by the time she stepped out her second shower of the day. Standing under the steamy water always cleared her head and as she shaved she realized there was only one way she could surprise Jonathon. 

The delicate scent of lily of the valley filled the room as she carefully caressed the custom mixed oil into her damp skin. Satisfied she had not missed any available surface, she set the small bottle on the counter and wiped the steam from the mirror. 

She examined her face as she rubbed in moisturizer. Did other women feel they get better with age as she did? Carefully she applied silver shadow to her lids; lining them top and bottom with black liner, a much more dramatic look than she normally employed but she felt the situation required such a response. Lastly, she lined her lips and judiciously applied Bobbi Brown Blackberry lip color. Satisfied she had achieved the look she was going for, she proceeded to the next step.

She lay out her attire on the bed and took care dressing; careful not to snag stockings, and ensuring seams were straight. The image returned from the floor to ceiling mirror on the closet door told her she was just about ready, only her hair to contend with and that, she decided, was an easy solution. 

Emily swept her thick hair up into a severe bun and secured it with a vintage silver bun stick; ornately scrolled silver with dark rubies, the color of Emily's lips. 

"Perfection," Emily said aloud as she surveyed the mirror one last time before sliding into the ruby-colored, velvet cloak she had spent countless hours searching the internet for. She immediately determined it was worth the small fortune she had paid for it. 

She had already packed most of the items she needed in the bag she intended to take with her, as if she subconsciously knew she needed to be prepared for such an occurrence. 

She made her way down to the parking garage, garnering appreciative looks from the male counter-part of two couples she encountered in the elevator, their wives were not so appreciative; Emily responded by smiling sweetly to the women. They really should work on their confidence, she thought.

By the time she took her place behind the steering wheel of her car, Emily's own confidence was at an all-time high, and she considered whether or not she could take on the persona permanently. 

Chapter 44

Jonathon showered after he spoke with Emily, he was content with his decision and wondered what she would say when he asked her. He was a little curious about her apprehension to attend the conference but brushed it off; he would never understand women. 

When the doorbell rang, he had been relaxing on the sofa after his shower, wearing only sweatpants. He grumbled as he grabbed a t-shirt from the drawer and the bell rang a second time; whomever it was, was impatient, he thought to himself. Jonathon immediately began preparing a speech for the unlucky visitor, his annoyance grew as the bell rang a third time when he placed his hand on the knob. 

"Do you have any idea how impossibly irritating..." he proclaimed as he swung the door open; never finishing the statement as the sight of Emily at his door took his breath away. 

"Good evening Jonathon," Emily responded; all business, as she brushed past him and let herself in. 

Jonathon turned and looked at Emily, standing in his foyer. Her velvet cloak open just enough to see the corset underneath. He was dumbstruck; just the effect she was going for. 

Emily walked behind him, closed the door, and produced the crop she had been hiding in her sleeve. Slowly she ran it across his ass, as he hadn't turned to watch her, he just stood there. Emily triumphed inside, she had done it; she had surprised him.

"Aren't you going to say hello Jonathon?"

"Hel...Hello Emily." 

"Good boy, Jonathon. From here on out you will address me as Ma'am or Mistress. Is that clear?" 

"Ye...Yes Ma'am." 

"Hmmm...You seem to have developed a stuttering problem. We will have to work on that, in the meantime....On your knees." She parted her cloak, exposing her thigh; stockings peeked out over her boots, her tiny panties barely covering her sex.

Jonathon complied, taking her in, examining very detail. He was enthralled, she was stunning, and he was memorizing the moment. 

"Jonathon dear, do you like what you see?" as she removed her cloak. 

"Oh yes Ma'am!" 

"Much improved, Jonathon, hold out your arms." 

He again complied, waiting for what he assumed would come next, but to his surprise, she draped the cloak across his arms. The weight of the velvet surprised him. 

"Don't let it touch the floor, it's vintage and will cost a fortune to clean." 

His cock stirred as he surveyed her, he doubted that he had ever seen her look so tantalizing. 

"You will be calling your secretary, you are ill, you don't know when you will return. Understood?" 

"Yes, Ma'am." He smiled at her, she was utterly captivating. 

"You may stand, place the cloak over the back of the couch, and take off your clothes." 

"Yes, Ma'am." Jonathon's eager reply and quick response to her commands made Emily smile on the inside, though she remained poised as she watched. 

Jonathon hadn't noticed but she had brought a velvet satchel with her that she reached into as he finished undressing. She pulled out a pair of black silk boxers and held them in her hand. 

"What is going on here Jonathon?" she walked over and flicked the head of his growing cock with her bright red fingernail. He started to speak, until she silenced him, informing it was rhetorical. 

"Hands behind your back!" 

Emily was taking immense pleasure in watching him obey. 

"You have displeased me, though you may not know exactly why. In good time I will tell you, but you are going to be punished. If you thought for one second that the teasing you put me through was a lot, I can assure you dear. I may break you." She stood behind him and whispered into his ear. 

"You will not speak, unless spoken to. You'll respond, when appropriate. And it goes without saying that you will not cum, unless I condone it. Understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am." 

"Good, now close your eyes." 

Emily was testing him, though she doubted he would know that. She picked up the crop she had set down when retrieving the boxers and slid the looped handle over her wrist. Lightly, she brushed the silk boxers down his back, across his perfect ass. 

"Spread your legs, shoulder width apart," she hissed. 

He obeyed and she reached between them and gently stroked his scrotum from behind. The silk felt exquisite against the delicate skin and he moaned in appreciation. 

By the time Emily circled in front of him she half expected his eyes to be open, but they weren't. She was pleased and she stepped back to appreciate him. He really was a fine man. His broad shoulders looked even wider with his hands behind his back. The fine hair covering his chest unable to contain his hardened nipples, small and so sensitive, and utterly irresistible to Emily; she held back from pinching them, though he might not be so lucky for long. 

She couldn't be that close to him and not feel the effects, shifting her hips she felt the dampness between her legs; musing how she had gone her whole life without feeling like she did with him. 

Emily waited, silently, knowing full well he would open his eyes to see where she was; what she was doing. It took longer than she expected but she was finally rewarded with a peek. 

"Tsk, Tsk, Jonathon dear. You failed. Bend over the couch, and hang on." 

Begrudgingly, he complied, for he knew what was coming and although they had played this game in similar ways before, he knew Emily could get carried away. 

"You look worried dear. I'll not pink you too quickly. We'll just warm up a bit." 

She slid the crop up the inside of his left thigh; gently inserting it between his firm cheeks. 

"You have such a nice bottom Jonathon" she crooned as she stepped toward him and ran her hand across it, squeezing each cheek, before playfully swatting it with her bare hand; forgoing the crop for the time being.

She knew that he was not quite as accustomed to pain as she, so she eased into it; progressively applying more force with each successive strike. In between each smack she caressed his ass; occasionally brushing his ball sack with her fingertips. By the time she reached ten, his bottom was only slightly pink. 

"That was a warning dear, I was generous." In truth Emily was enjoying having complete control of his sweet ass. 

Jonathon knew she was not kidding, the first time they had played, she had smacked him harder than he anticipated with a wooden paddle and though he didn't let her know in the moment he eventually let her know she may have been excessive. The spanking she had just given him was entirely pleasing and he was disappointed she had stopped. 

"Stand up, put these on, and kneel." She tossed him the silk boxers and waited. 

"Yes, Ma'am."

Emily produced a long black scarf from her bag and blinded him with it. When she was certain he could not see, she tied it tighter than necessary, presuming it would slip some on his smooth head. 

"Raise your wrists," She ordered. 

"Yes, Ma'am." She knew he would select Ma'am over Mistress, just as she preferred Sir to Master when roles were reversed. 

Emily secured them with a second black scarf.

"Where are the remote bullets, we'll be needing them." 

"Top drawer of the upright dresser Ma'am."

"You may lower your wrists. Do not move."

Emily left to retrieve the required items and when she returned, she ordered him to stand. 

"We are going for a little drive" 

Jonathon started to protest saying it was cold outside; he wasn't dressed. Emily responded with the crop across the backs of his thighs. 

Chapter 45

Emily helped her captive into the passenger seat of her car. She deliberately smeared the tops of her breasts in his face when she reached in to buckle his belt. He moaned with appreciation and on a whim Emily straddled him in the front seat. Jonathon, fully restrained by the seatbelt, had no choice but endure it as she ground her pelvis into him. 

"I have to say I am really enjoying having you prisoner," Emily leaned back against the dash and slipped her fingers under her panties, "It's making me incredibly wet." Emily dipped her fingers into her sex and coated them before coating his top lip. He hungrily tried to suck the intruding fingers before she scolded him.

"I don't think so dear, I want you to taste me, to smell me, for the ride."

"And I think I should like to look at you, while we drive," she cooed as she freed his stiff cock from its silk confines, tucking the elastic waistband under his sack. 

"Mmmmm, you are so hard, you should probably get used to that, because what I have planned, you might be that way for quite some time," stroking him as she teased, he shrank in the seat; obviously appreciating her touch.

"You like that baby?" She stroked harder, not waiting for his response, before abruptly stopping and stepping out of the car. 

When Emily got behind the wheel, she turned the stereo on softly. She wanted him to be able to hear the sounds outside the car as they drove. If she had gone straightaway to their destination he would have immediately known where they were going. Instead, she made winding loops through the busy city, enjoying her lower riding car. Although her windows were tinted, the advantageous lighting around a stop light afforded another vehicle of the proper height a wonderful view of her captive, hard cock exposed, which Emily would stroke for the curious onlooker. Jonathon must have suspected he was on subtle display but never said anything, his heightened senses brought immense pleasure every time Emily touched him. 

Jonathon delighted in his submissive role although he was having a little trouble wrapping his brain around the fact that she had taken him captive. She had always threatened it but was never able to surprise him enough to make it effective. Enslaved in her car, his mind reeled that she had pulled it off; bringing his own fantasy to fruition. As he thought about it blood rushed to his cock and the urge to touch it was undeniable. He hoped she wouldn't notice as he brought his wrists back and slid his cock in the cleft between them. The more he thought about his predicament the more blood flowed to it and he couldn't help but touch it. 

Notice it, she did. Emily allowed the gesture for a moment until she reached over and pinched his delicate nipple as a warning. Jonathon immediately returned his wrists to their original position closer to his knees. She knew his nipples were his weakness and she fully intended to use them to her benefit; he immediately regretted ever complaining when she had nibbled them. 

Emily briefly considered going through the drive through with him so exposed, but decided against it, she didn't know if he was quite ready for such a display, though she tucked the idea in her head for the future. 

What should have been a ten minute drive turned out to be closer to an hour and when Emily pulled into her parking garage she was glad she hadn't taken him through the drive through; the journey from parking garage to her apartment could be just as effective. While she would afford him the false security of covering his cock; his arousal was quite evident under the thin silk. 

They stepped into the nearly full elevator. Their diverse audience consisted of a few couples their age, an elderly couple, and a single woman. Most of the passengers tried to ignore their presence, at least tried to not to make it obvious, as the women shot glances at Jonathon in his heightened state, and the men appreciated Emily. All except for the elderly woman who could not stop staring at Jonathon's erect cock. When her husband noticed her gawking, he tried to turn her, but it was no use, she craned her neck around his shoulder. She didn't seem particularly concerned with Jonathon's attire, or lack thereof, as she was his member.

Emily stood close behind Jonathon and whispered in his ear as they made their ascent. She slid her hand into the back of his boxers, thrust her hand between his thighs, and caressed his balls. Emily told him he was hers, his cock belonged to her and the women staring at him were obviously jealous of her possession. She told him how she was sure they were thinking about what it would be like to fuck him right there in the elevator. 

Jonathon's breathing became rapid in response to her verbal and physical torture. He couldn't believe he was standing in an elevator, he identified as hers immediately by scent, with people surrounding him. He wondered if it had been the same for Emily, walking into Kyle's house, excited, yet apprehensive. He knew, as she must have, that she would never allow harm to come to him. 

The elevator came to a halt and Emily escorted Jonathon through the doors and down the hall to her apartment. He couldn't help but imagine what she might have planned for him. He was awed by her, and he wondered if she knew what he truly felt for her. It wasn't until that moment, waiting for her to unlock the door, that he was sure of it himself, but he knew he must figure out a way to tell her; to show her. 

Chapter 46

Emily needed a moment to think, she hadn't entirely expected her ruse to work. The weekend in December had been precisely planned; he had derailed that and as a result she was working mostly on impulse. 

She paraded him into her room, tied his wrists with the same rope he had hung her from, and secured his arms high above his head. She doubted he had ever been stretched in such a way and didn't want to hurt him; but definitely wanted him stretched. Men tended to much less flexible although she was not quite sure why that was. 

Although she wasn't exceptionally concerned his answer, Emily stood behind him, whispered in his ear, "Does that hurt my boy?" 

"Nnn...no" 

Disappointed, she smacked his ass, not nearly as delicately as she had earlier. 

"No Ma'am!" 

"Much better." His infraction actually made Emily more confident. She walked in front of him and without warning literally ripped the silk boxers from his body. A physically strong woman by many standards, she didn't know they would rip so easily; she smiled when they did.

Emily walked over to the dresser and ceremoniously removed numerous toys from her special drawer, emptied her velvet satchel, and opened the package she had stopped to pick up before abducting Jonathon. The only item she didn't set out was the one she had hidden in her closet, she had not wanted him to find it before their weekend, and didn't want him to see it yet, on the off chance she removed his blindfold. 

Emily tinkered with purpose; allowing his imagination to run as she periodically made things vibrate, clank together, and hum. She knew that he was a patient man. It wasn't hard for him to remain silent. Nor was it difficult for him to wait for whatever came next. 

Slipping on elbow length black satin gloves, Emily selected her first toy and strode over to him. She gently caressed the soft skin in the hollow between his shoulder and neck. He moaned as the softness stroked him. 

When they had played before Jonathon had liked being blindfolded but hanging there, being kidnapped, waiting for her touch, was so different. She was in complete control and he relished it. He felt the muscles in his arms extending, straining, and he was surprised that it was more pleasing than he anticipated. 




Emily's First Taste



Her bottom was quickly sore as spankings were alternated with soft caressing, and the rubbing between her legs turned to a tongue flicking her button, forcing its way inside her as a finger flicked her tight ass. Emily wondered how much more she could take and Jonathon must have sensed this as all activity abruptly stopped just before she was able to reach an orgasm. 

Their games over the past few years had made her better able to control her orgasms but she often was unable to hold it, she was surprised at her stamina this night. 

She felt the headset being removed as Jonathon praised her for not exploding. She felt him in front of her, his breath on her skin, he reached between her legs and stuck his strong fingers deep inside her, grabbing the balls inside her and pulling them out; as he did he hit the spot only he knew how to please and Emily could take it no more. She shuddered violently, shooting cum, squirting her juices everywhere, making an enormous mess as she collapsed toward the floor, the only thing stopping her from slumping to the floor was the bondage tied to the ceiling. 

"Emily, twice now, you have cum without full permission. Was the spanking you just received not enough?" 

Emily could barely respond, her voice breathless simply said "I'm sorry sir".

"Aricella, tie her to the bed." She heard Jonathon say. 

Unceremoniously the restraints were cut and Emily fell to the floor. "Get up Emily" Jonathon said. He went on to tell her that while she had not been given permission to cum, it was simply beautiful to watch her body receive so much pleasure. 

She knew he was enjoying himself and she longed to touch him. Her wrists we still bound however and she knew she would not yet be allowed to. He was going to tease her even more for her transgressions and while it was frustrating she was experiencing a euphoria she had never known was possible. 

Chapter 5

She lay there, tied to the bed, blindfolded and waiting for what lie ahead. She heard Jonathon and Aricella talking, conversing about benign topics and how long she had been an escort. 

She almost drifted off to sleep when she felt someone climb on top of her. "Emily, you said you have always wondered what it would be like to be with a girl, now you will find out." Jonathon said as he removed her blindfold and Emily was confronted with Aricella's pussy in her face. Her mound was beautiful, and was different from Emily's. Aricella's lips were tiny and compact. Her clitoris was pierced like Emily's but she had just the tiniest patch of hair perfectly shaped like a heart above her button. 

Aricella lowered her bush to Emily's face and Emily tentatively stuck her tongue out to connect with Aricella's clit. Aricella moaned as she did and Emily realized that the evening's activities had turned Aricella on as well. Her pussy was dripping and Emily savored the slightly salty taste that coated her tongue. Jonathon was perched next to them at the head of the bed, clearly enjoying the show as Emily saw him remove his substantial cock from his pants.  He began to stroke it slowly as Emily began to lick Aricella's pussy in earnest. Her hands above her head she couldn't control the force that Aricella used as she thrust herself onto Emily's tongue. Emily began to fuck Aricella's tight pussy with her tongue as Aricella asked her if she was sure she had never eaten a girl before. Emily couldn't respond of course and Aricella ground her bush into Emily's face as she exploded with a force that surprised Emily and nearly choked her with the fluid streaming from her pussy. 

Emily was beyond turned on, the pressure between her thighs was intense and she hoped that no one touched her in that moment because she knew there would be no way she could hold back her cum. 

As Aricella lifted herself from Emily's face Jonathon began to suck and kiss her lips, cleaning her of the mess Aricella had made, telling her all the while how beautiful she was, how she turned him on like no other woman and she belonged to him. Emily was glowing, inside and out, and reviling in this man who delighted so in pleasuring her. 

Emily knew that Jonathon must be incredibly turned on and longed to suck his cock. She loved the taste of him. She loved how he felt in her mouth and the faces of pleasure he made as she skillfully licked his hardness. 

She didn't have to wait long. Jonathon untied her wrists and told her to kneel on the floor. Her arms ached from the stretching they had undergone but the ache was actually pleasing. 

She lowered herself to the floor and waited for further instructions. 

Chapter 5

Emily had no idea what time it was. She had no idea how long this game had been played or how long he intended to continue; it really didn't matter. She was exhilarated, her clit had not stopped throbbing and as Jonathon slipped his cock between her lips he reminded her she would still be punished for her last episode of cumming without permission. 

She began to gently lick the head of his cock, flicking it with her pierced tongue. He was apparently in no mood to be teased himself as he grabbed the back of her head and began to fuck her face. She choked on his girth and he chuckled. She loved it actually, a game she played with herself, trying to take more of his substantial cock than she could handle. As he fucked her face she felt Aricella slide between her legs and begin to eat her soaking wet pussy. She really didn't know if she could handle it and pulled back from Jonathon's cock, begging him to have her stop. Her words were involuntary and he said it was part of her punishment, reminding her once again to gain some self-control and not to cum. 

Emily had a difficult time concentrating on Jonathon's cock with Aricella's expert tongue thrusting inside of her.  Jonathon continued to fuck her face, watching the show below the whole time as he tugged on the clips still on Emily's nipples. He knew her nipples were incredibly sensitive and she was having a terrible time containing herself. Jonathon knew she was close and told Aricella to stop her torture of Emily's pussy but continued to fuck her face. It was not long before he pulled himself out of her mouth and shot his load all over her face. 

Emily was disappointed that he had cum, wanting to feel him inside her. She wondered how much of the weekend would pass before she would.

To be continued...