3 comments/  37968 views/  4 favorites

Emma's Story Ch. 01

By: Differentlydirty



The first customer of my shift came in just a few minutes after I got out of the dressing room. He was only about 18 or 19 I thought, average height but skinny. He looked like kind of geek, and was obviously a little nervous. Since the other two girls on duty were sitting on the couch in the waiting room, I walked over to greet him.

“Hi, honey. Welcome to the Hide-Away Sauna. Is this your first visit?”

“Yeah…first time,” he said, “I saw your ad in the paper.”

“Well come on in,” I said, taking him by the arm and leading him inside, “We have three masseuses on duty right now: myself, Suzie and Tinh. You can choose whoever you’d like, and then go in the back and you can decide what kind of massage you’d like.”

Suzie and Tinh rose from the couch and we lined up for the guy to choose. Suzie is a tall blonde with C cup breasts and a tight, well toned body. She used to work as an aerobics instructor and looks like a top athlete. At 25 she was the oldest of the three of us. She wore her curly hair short and had on a tiny bright blue bikini. She gave a big smile and twirled in a circle, showing off her body. Next to her Tinh was a small Vietnamese girl with long black hair which hung straight down her back and big, dark eyes. Tinh is only a little more than five feet tall, but has surprisingly large D cup breasts. She likes to play up her little Asian girl image by wearing a short, dark red silk kimono loosely tied at the waist. I knew the only thing she had on underneath was a black G-string. As for myself, I’m about 5’5, with fair skin, long curly brown hair and green eyes. I am very slim, but have huge, full DD cup breasts, which are even more remarkable because I just turned 18 a couple of months ago. I like to dress a little more conservatively in the waiting room than the other girls, who sometimes sit around topless or even completely naked. Not because I’m a prude of course – I’ll get naked just as fast as the next girl, but because I think guys like the strip-tease we give almost as much as the massage. There is just something a little more personal about giving the feeling that I have to be persuaded out of my clothes, that I’m taking off my dress especially for them. So I was wearing a little black dress with a scooped out front which came down to mid-thigh. Underneath I was wearing a lacy black bra and hot pants style panties.

The guy was checking us all out really good. I could tell he was enjoying making the decision. His eyes kept going back and fourth between Suzie and I, although he took a good long look and Tinh’s tits. Suzie gave him another big grin and pulled her bikini bottom up a little, with a sassy little thrust of her hip. For my part, I smiled coyly and made sure my dress was nice and tight over my tits showing lots of cleavage. He hesitated for a second more, and then took a step towards me. 

“I’d like you to give me a massage, please.” He said to me.

“Great!” I said and taking his hand lead him back to one of the rooms.

We have four identical rooms for giving the massages, each one decorated with a nice sofa and a coffee table where we sat while discussing business, and a massage table. There is a shower stall in the corner of each room. On the walls were somewhat explicit but tasteful prints of nude women, and arrayed on the coffee table were a collection of nudie magazines, just in case the guy was still unsure exactly what kind of massage he was about to get.

I lead the customer to the couch and sat down very close to him, crossing my legs. “So, what’s your name?” I asked brightly.

“Cory.” He responded.

“Nice to meet you, Cory. I’m Emma.” Bending forward I picked up a printed card off the table with our prices on it and handed it to him. “What kind of service would you like today? You can have a massage with baby oil or powder for $100 for half an hour or $150 for a full hour. If you are up for it, you can have a two girl special for an extra $100 an hour. We can shower together after for another $50.”

Cory turned the price card over in his hands a couple of times, thinking and grinning. I think the idea of a two girl special was tempting him, but in the end he decided on just half an hour, with oil.

“Sounds like fun,” I said, “Now, I’ll massage your entire body, OK,” putting special emphasis on entire, “but I only massage with my hands. My hands are the only part of me that can touch you. Those are the rules. OK? And there is no need for tipping, your satisfaction is guaranteed in the basic price.”

“OK” he said, handing over a crisp hundred dollar bill.

“Why don’t you have a quick shower and get comfortable on the table, and I’ll be back in a minute.” As I stood up I made a point of brushing against him, almost getting my ass in his face. I left the room and went back to our changing room where I put the money in a safe, logged the visit, and freshened up a little, giving Cory time to get ready.

After a couple of minutes I let myself back in to the massage room. Cory was already naked on the table on his stomach, but as I came in he turned onto his side. He was already partially erect, and even at half mast his dick was an impressive size. ‘It’s always the quiet guys who have the most to brag about’, I thought. He must have caught me staring at him, because Cory blushed and looked down at himself.

“I see you are all ready for me!” I said playfully, and sauntered over to him unzipping my dress down the side as I went. I stopped a couple of feet away from him and pulled my dress over my head and tossed it onto the couch. I half turned and moved a little closer to him. “Help me with my bra?” I asked, and he reached for my clasp and fumbled with it. I tried not to giggle as he tugged and twisted, but finally I felt the back come loose. I turned back to Cory and leaned forward slightly, letting my bra fall forward.  My bra straps slipped off my shoulders and I gently pulled off my bra. Cory’s dick was rock hard by this time and it looked mouthwatering. Unconsciously his hand dropped down and stroked it gently. I could tell he was really going to enjoy himself.

“Do you want me to take these off too?” I asked, hooking my thumbs into the elastic of my panties. He shook his head. “That’s OK, leave them on. I think you look sexier that way.”

I put my hands on his shoulders and gently turned him back onto his stomach. Starting at the top of his shoulders I began massaging his muscles. He groaned appreciatively. 

“Mmmm…wow. You really give a good massage.”

“Not just a nice pair of tits, huh? I actually have a therapeutic massage license. Took a six week course.” I continued to work my way down his back, popping each vertebrae in place and caressing and stretching the muscles.

“Can I ask you a question…how old are you” asked Cory between contented sighs.

“Young enough not to mind being asked that.” I laughed. “I’m 18.”

“Wow. So am I. Do you go to high school around here?”

“Up at Ridgefield. I just finished, graduated early.” 

By this time I had moved down to his calves, which were much more well developed than his upper body. “You have very athletic legs,” I commented, “Do you play a sport?”

“I run track and cross-country.”

We slipped back into silence as I massaged his calves and up his thighs. Then I moved up to his ass and gave it a good squeeze. He spread his legs a little and I brushed his inner thigh up near his balls. I didn’t want him to get too worked up yet but this was usually the time when guys started getting a little frisky.

“How long have you been working here?” He asked.

“Four months, since my 18th birthday. I turned 18 on a Wednesday and I had my first day that Friday. Just as soon as I could.”

I gave his ass another gentle squeeze. “I’ve done some modeling, too. For a couple of internet sites and I did one calendar.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. The calendar was one of those ‘hot girls and fast cars’ ones. I was topless on the hood of a hot rod.”

“I’d love to see that!” said Cory enthusiastically. 

“It was done locally. You could probably get one. Look around auto parts stores.” Then I added, “I’m on the internet, too. Mostly soft core stuff…I did one of those ‘barely legal’ photo shoots a few days after my birthday… one hard-core shoot.”

“You’ve done hard-core modeling?” gasped Cary, obviously excited.

“Just once, a couple of weeks ago. It was BigNaturalBoobs.com. I had to strip and dance around a little, and then suck a guy’s dick. Then I lay down and he fucked my tits and came on me. It was fun…$2000”

Cory took a couple breaths like he was going to say something, then turned his head to look at me. In return I leaned on the table, squeezing my tits together with my arms and smiled at him. “Yes, sweetie”

He hesitated for another moment, and I could tell he was about to tell me how much he wanted to fuck my tits and come on them. The most skillful part of my job is keeping guys content with a hand-job, since that is all I’m allowed to give them.

“Hold on to that thought and roll over on to your back.” I told him. “It’s time to do your front”.

I started massaging the front of his thighs, stroking my hands up almost to his dick but never quite touching it. Surreptitiously I took a glance at the clock – ten minutes left, perfect.

I walked slowly around to the other end of the table, lightly dragging my fingernails along his body as I did so, until I was standing at his head. Bending over slightly I started massaging his shoulders and chest, working deep into the muscles of his arm, and then lightly brushing his nipples. Lightly stroking my way downward I brushed his stomach and lower abdomen, again almost touching his dick but not quite. Bent over with my hands on his stomach my tits hung just inches away from is face. I could feel his breath against my nipple, then one tentative lick. That was against the rules, but it felt so good. I lowered my body slightly to let him suck on my tit, then shifted to give him the other one. That nipple he sucked into his mouth greedily, teeth lightly biting. Again I shifted, pulling free my nipple and settling my tits on either side of his face. I gave them a quick shake then stood upright again.

Cory looked up at me grinning as I sauntered toward the middle of the table. As I moved my hands went to my tits, cupping them. My fingers pinched my nipples, still slippery with his saliva. “You liked that, didn’t you? You’re a breast-man, I can tell.”

“Mmm…those are the most amazing boobs I have ever seem.” sighed Cory.

Looking directly into his eyes, I casually took his dick in my hand. It was rock hard, long and thick. I’m a girl who has seen quite a few dicks in her short life, and this one was a beauty, and I told him so. “You really have something to be proud of here.” I added. 

Gently I started caressing his dick using long, slow strokes along his length. “It really turned you on hearing about my hard-core modeling, didn’t it?” I purred, “Well, it really turned me on, too. I loved doing hard-core. There were six or eight guys there in the crew, all watching me get fucked.” Gradually I squeezed his dick harder as I stroked it, gliding my hand from the base up to the swollen head. I could hear Cory begin breathing harder, panting in time to my rhythm. “You’d love to see the video of that, wouldn’t you? See that guy’s dick slipping in and out between my tits, see me sucking him off, see the cum splashing all over my face and chest, see me licking it off my tits.” Cory had his eyes closed and he was starting to arch his back off the table. I knew he was going to cum soon. “But what you really want is to be the guy fucking me, isn’t it,” I continued, “To fill my mouth with your big dick, to slide it between my lips all the way to the back of my throat, you’d grab my hair and fuck my mouth, wouldn’t you? Get me all slopping wet, then bend me over and plunge you rock hard dick into my pussy. You’d really stretch me out…”

At that moment Cory gave a final gasp and his body tensed as a massive glob of cum sprayed out of his dick. I had been leaning forward, whispering in his ear as I jacked him off, so his first shot sailed over my arm and landed on the carpet somewhere. As I straightened up his second shot caught me near my collar bone and dripped down my chest. His third and finally his fourth spurts oozed onto his own chest and stomach.

“Holy shit!” I cried. “I’ve never seen so much jiz come out of one guy. Did you get any on the ceiling?”

The glob which had hit me on the chest had dripped down the side of my tit and was about to fall to the ground, so I scooped it up with two fingers and casually sucked them clean. Licking my lips I looked at the small lake of cum which had pooled on Cory’s stomach, but he had already grabbed a towel and was mopping it up.

“Oh, God…” he groaned, “That was amazing. You are absolutely the sexiest girl in the world.”

“Thanks!” I said brightly. “I aim to please.”

Emma's Story Ch. 02



Emma’s Story, Part 2: Emma the escort

Cory finished cleaning himself up and dressed as I put my bra back on and shimmied back into my dress. I could tell he was still a little stunned by the intensity of his orgasm, so when he was dressed I took him by the arm and led him out of the massage room and down the hall to the waiting room. As we walked I pressed myself tightly against him. When we got to the front door I said, “Thanks for coming, sweetie. I Hope to see you again.” And I gave him a big hug. While I had my arms around him I slipped a card into his hand and whispered into his ear, “If you’d like to see me again sometime, call me at this number. I also work as an escort. Remind me that I met you here and I’ll give you a special discount.” The card was simply printed with ‘Emma’ and my cell phone number. With that I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and he stumbled out the door.

A few weeks later my phone rang and I head Cory’s nervous voice at the other end. “Hello…I’d like to speak to Emma, please.” If he had seemed a little nervous at the Hide-Away, now he seemed absolutely petrified.

“This is Emma. How can I help you?” I purred.

“This…uh…this is Cory. You gave me your card…” he stammered.

“Of course, I remember you sweetie. I’m glad you called. Would you like an appointment?” I asked brightly.

Cory hesitated for a second, and then answered “Yes”.

“Super. I said I’d give you a discount, didn’t I? You can have a full service massage for $150 an hour, same rates as at the spa. Would you like an in-call or out-call service?”

“Uh, what does that mean?” 

“In-call means that you come to my apartment. Out-call means that I go to you, at your home or at a hotel somewhere.”

“I’ll come to you. I think that would be best. When, er, when you say ‘full-service’, what does that really mean?”

I almost giggled. Even though I knew Cory was about the same age as me, he seemed so naive. I’d better go easy on the poor kid. “It means that at Emma’s apartment there are no rules, so it can mean whatever you want it to mean.” I told him. We agreed on a time for the appointment the next day and I gave him my address.

“By the way,” I interjected before he hung up, “is there any special way you’d like me to be dressed?”

I could almost hear the possibilities running through his mind. Finally he answered, “Just something nice.”

My apartment is in the basement of a big older house, with my own entrance down some stairs at the side. The land-lord knows what I get up to down there, so he charges me $200 a month more than he ought to, but I don’t mind because it’s a nice little place and it suits my needs just fine. As you come down the stairs you come into the living room, which is where I do my business. It’s a dim, spacious room which I’ve decorated with lots of dark, rich fabrics and heavy furniture. I always have lots of candles burning. There is a futon with satin sheets in the corner behind a Japanese screen. Off to the side there is a nook with a small dining room table in it, and an archway leading to a tiny kitchen. Beside the kitchen is a door leading to a bathroom. On the other side is the door leading to my bedroom. That’s my personal space and I always keep the door locked.

I found myself kind of looking forward to Cory’s visit, and I put some thought into what would constitute ‘something nice’ in his eyes for me to wear. I finally settled on a dark red silk basque which made my already tiny waist look even slimmer and emphasized my round, full breasts. I also put on a matching garter belt and black thigh high stockings. I pulled a black thong on over the garter belt. That was a trick I’d learned at the Spa, if you wear your panties on the outside of your garter belt then you can take them off but still leave your stockings in place -- a lot of guys like you to leave your stockings and garter belt on. To complete the outfit I wore a pair of black high heels with a four inch heel. In short, I looked like sex on a stick and Cory was going to be one very happy guy.

At precisely the time we had agreed the bell rang and I looked through the peep hole to see Cory standing there. He had worn a shirt and tie for his big date. How sweet. I opened the door just wide enough to let him in and ushered him inside. He surveyed the room quickly, taking in all the candles and the satin covered bed in the corner, then his gaze fell on me standing by the door. His jaw literally dropped. I had never seen someone do that in real life, only in cartoons. I suppressed a giggle, reached out to his face and softly closed his mouth. While my hand was there I caressed the side of his face and playfully tussled his hair. 

“Hi there big guy,” I said, “you look like you are glad to see me.”

Cory could only bob his head in agreement. He seemed fixated on my body, staring for long seconds at my tits pushing up from the top of my basque, and then letting his eyes wander slowly down my firm stomach to where the tiny bit of material of my thong disappeared between my legs. He took in my stockings and garter belt, then finally looked back up to my face. I gave him a big grin and said cheerfully, “Come on in and sit down. Can I get you something to drink?”

He finally found his voice and answered, “Yes, please. Whatever you’re having.”

Taking Cory by the hand I led him to one of the two big overstuffed chairs which sat facing each other near the center of the room. Cory obediently sat in one and I headed to the kitchen for the drinks. I could feel his eyes still checking me out, so I gave my ass an extra wiggle as I walked. “Would you like a beer?” I called, “or how about a nice whiskey? I have vodka, too.” 

“Oh…beer, please.”

I returned with two opened Bud long-necks and handed one to Cory. He took a long swig of his, but I held mine in my hands, contemplatively running my fingers up and down the neck.

“First thing’s first, do you have the money?” I asked.

“Yeah…of course. Here you go.” Cory said, reaching into his front pocket and pulling out a wad of bills. “It’s a hundred and fifty, right?”

“That’s great,” I responded, taking the money and putting it in a little antique box on a table next to my chair. “Now that that’s taken care of, what would you like to do?”

“I’d like…well, uh…maybe we could…”

As Cory squirmed in his seat, I leaned forward resting my elbows on my knees, giving him a really good view down my cleavage and with my hair cascading down one shoulder. This only made him stutter more. This guy is so cute, I thought. He’s scared to death of me. He’s just handed over his money but he doesn’t want to offend me by suggesting anything. Even the nice guys who come here usually spend all their time ordering me around. ‘Do this, do that more.’

“Well, while you are deciding do you mind if I amuse myself a little?” I asked, a wicked smile playing across my lips. I slipped out of my seat and knelt on the floor in front of Cory. Licking my lips seductively I ran my hands up and down his thighs, then brought them together at his crotch. While Cory sat motionless I gently caressed his groin, finding the outline of his hardening dick under his pants and tracing up and down the shaft with my fingers. Deftly I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. I heard him moan softly as I reached in and closed my fingers around his now rock solid dick. Cory’s erect dick was so big that I had a little trouble maneuvering it out of his pants, but with a little help from him I was able to get it loose. I stroked it several times, letting the anticipation build. I was really anxious to get my lips around his big, beautiful dick. Holding his shaft firmly in one hand and tenderly cupping his balls with the other I lowered my mouth down onto his dick. Sucking gently I slid his dick all the way to the back of my throat. It filled my mouth and I would easily have choked on it had I not carefully kept my hand on his shaft, keeping him from penetrating my mouth too far. Sucking harder now I started bobbing my head up and down, sucking on the way up, licking and caressing with my lips on the way down. It didn’t take Cory long at all to cum. After only a few strokes and I felt his cum start to explode in my mouth. Remembering from the spa what a gusher I was in for, I started swallowing immediately. Spurt after spurt of warm sticky cum filled my mouth and I hungrily gulped them down. After he finished cumming I continued to hold his dick in my mouth, carefully licking up every bit of cum. Finally, regretfully, I let his dick slip out of my mouth and wiping a stray glob of cum off my chin I climbed back into my chair and took a long swallow of my beer. “Cum with a beer chaser, nothing’s better.” I observed. “So, now that we have that out of the way, maybe you can relax a little.” I smiled.

Cory simply grinned and sank further back into his chair. “Wow, that was the best blow-job I’ve ever had.” He sighed.

“Thanks!” I responded, “I really enjoy giving them.”

“Really?” asked Cory sitting up, “I mean, you’re not just saying that because…”

“As part of the show?” I finished for him. “No. I really enjoy giving blow-jobs. And I enjoy giving hand jobs. And I really, really enjoy having sex. I wouldn’t do this otherwise.” I said earnestly. “I see girls at the spa who are just in it for the money. Most of them are, probably. You can tell; the guys can tell, I’m sure. But with me, I’m there because I want to be. I love making guys cum – It’s so rewarding. I like making people happy and helping them out, and that’s my way of doing that.”

Cory looked deeply into my eyes, and I thought I could see a little respect there. “You said you’ve been doing this since your eighteenth birthday?” he asked.

“I’ve been working at the spa since a few days after I turned eighteen. I started doing escort work a month or so after that. One of the other girls got me started – she and I were going to go into business together, but before we could get it organized she decided to move to Florida. She’s modeling and escorting out there now…queen of the wet T-shirt contest I understand. But I thought it was a good idea so I set up on my own. I don’t really advertise or anything, just people I meet at the spa or guys referred from someone I trust.”

I took a second to look at Cory. He seemed genuinely interested in what I was saying, which is to say that his eyes were on my face rather than my tits. I liked that. “I’ve always been like this, though. Way back in junior high, when I first started to grow my tits, I was twelve or thirteen I guess, I used to take money from boys to look at them.”

Cory looked a bit shocked at this, which made me giggle. “There was a generator building out behind the school, and I used to go out there at recess and take off my shirt for five dollars. After awhile someone offered me ten to touch them, so I started doing that, too. Not long after that someone squealed on me and I got expelled.” I laughed. “Who knows how much further it would have gone.”

“So what happened then?”

“My parents were livid and sent me to an all girls school. I calmed down for awhile after that, without so much temptation around.” I said.

“Your parents…do they…?”

“Do they know what I’m doing now? No. We haven’t seen much of each other for a couple of years now. I’m not sure they know where I am.”

“I’m sorry.” Said Cory.

“Why? I’m not. They said that they were only responsible for me until I finished high school, so I studied hard and graduated early. And on the honor roll, no less.”

“Good for you.” Said Cory.

“Thanks. I’ll probably go to college in a year or two. I’d love to visit my friend in Florida, so maybe I’ll go to school down there. Florida State. Or University of Miami.”

I noticed that Cory had finished his beer. “Can I get you another one?” I asked. When he said no I smiled coyly and asked, “Have you thought about what else you would like to do with me?”

“Could you show me what you used to do with the boys behind the generator house?”

Nodding I stood and took a few steps towards the futon in the corner. “I never wore a bra back then, so if I was wearing a T-shirt or a pull-over top I’d just pull it off.” I said, reaching back to unfasten the clasps which ran down the back of my basque, “but if I was wearing a top with buttons I’d have to unbutton it one at a time,” I continued, reaching the last clasp and holding my top on with one hand. “I used to love the look on their faces when I’d get to the last button and open my shirt for them.” As I said this I let my top fall to the floor and stood before Cory with my big, firm breasts exposed. “I’d let them look for just a few seconds. But sometimes I’d let the boys touch them.” As I said that Cory moved towards me and took my tits in his hands. My nipples are very pale, almost the same color as my skin, but when I am aroused they get a little rosy. They were rosy now. He held my tits gently in his hands, caressing them, squeezing them. His thumbs found my nipples and he flicked and pinched them, bringing them to hardness. While he played with my tits I started loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. After undoing a few of the buttons I grabbed his shirt tales and pulled his shirt over his head. His hands got caught in his shirt cuffs and he had to flap his arms to get hands free. I always have trouble with men’s shirt cuffs. Cory’s pants were still unfastened, so when his shirt came off his pants fell to the floor. Seeing this I dropped to my knees and carefully pulled his underwear down over his bulging dick. Taking his dick in my hand I licked it up and down like a popsicle before rubbing it between my tits.

“Are you ready to go, big boy?” I whispered. He nodded and I sat back on the futon and pulled my panties off in one quick motion. As Cory stepped out of his pants and pulled his shoes and sox off I took a condom that I keep on the bedside table and ripped it out of its wrapper. I slipped the condom into my mouth, and as Cory came to the side of the futon I took his dick in my hands and sucked on it again, slipping the condom on as I did so.

Usually when I am entertaining a guy I give my pussy a few drops of lube before they arrive, to help myself get ready if I need it. I didn’t have to do anything like that with Cory, though. Just thinking about finally getting his beautiful dick had kept me moist all day, and now that my panties were off and his dick was in my hands, I was dripping wet.

Giving Cory’s dick a last lick I lay back on the futon, spreading my legs wide and pulling my knees almost up to my shoulders. Not needing any further invitation, Cory climbed on top of me and in an instant his huge dick plunged into my pussy. He penetrated me in one long, slow stroke, stretching my pussy wide as he buried his entire length inside me until I felt his balls brush against my body. I let out an involuntary gasp as he slid out and plunged in again, harder and faster. I wrapped my legs around Cory’s body squeezing his sides; I still had my shoes on and my heels raked against him like spurs, pulling him into me.

“Oh, God!” I cried, “Come on, Cory. Come on baby. Oh, Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” When I’m having sex I easily loose control, and with Cory’s massive dick inside me I was soon panting and moaning and crying out. Digging my fingers into his back, squeezing him to me, urging him on.

Cory responded to my pleadings, pounding my pussy harder and harder until I was sure I was going to split open. Finally I felt his body tense and quiver as he delivered his load of cum. I don’t know how he could have had a drop of cum left in his body after all that I had already eaten, but by the way his body rocked and his dick throbbed it felt like he was shooting another gallon.

Finally Cory finished cumming and collapsed on top of me, clutching me tightly to him. It was warm and comforting to feel his body held tightly against me, and I let him lie like that for some time. Eventually though, fearing that he was going to fall asleep, I gently rolled him onto his side and whispered, “it’s almost time for you to go, sweetie.”

Cory blinkingly sat up and stretched. Looking down at himself, he slipped the condom, ballooned with cum, off his dick and looked around for a place to put it. Discretely I took it from him and, slipping out of bed, carried it to a trash container in the kitchen. When I returned Cory was standing up, his pants back on, buttoning up his shirt. I waited while he tied his shoes, then, still naked except for my stockings and garters, led him to the door.

Cory hesitated awkwardly at the door, then he said, “This is probably out of line, but is there any chance you and I could ever see each other, you know, socially. Like a date?”

I blinked, taken aback for a moment. “You’re right, that is against every un-written rule there is for escorts.” I said, but then added, “But in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not famous for following rules. Why don’t you leave me your number and I might call you sometime.”



Emma's Story Ch. 03



Emma's Story Ch. 02: Emma in Public

I knew that Cory never expected me to actually call him, but I kept the scrap of paper with his number written on it safe, and a week or two after his visit when I decided that I need someone to help me out, he was the one I called.

“Hi Cory, it’s Emma. Remember me?”

“Of course I remember you,” he answered, “How could I possibly forget…”

“There is a favor I need you to do for me,” I continued, getting to the point, “Do you know how to use a digital camera?”

“Yeah, I do.” He responded, sounding slightly puzzled, “I work on the school newspaper, as a matter of fact. All of our photography is digital.”

“Perfect!” I exclaimed, “I need somebody to take some pictures. Can you come over tomorrow?”

Cory hesitated for a moment, thinking about his schedule. “Sure. I can come by in the evening.” He replied.

“I kind of need you here in the morning. Nine-thirty or ten o’clock. It might be an all day job.”

“Tomorrow is a Thursday.” Cory pointed out. “I have school.”

“Cory.” I said in a jokingly serious voice, “I want you to think about this very carefully. Where would you rather be tomorrow, in a class room or taking pictures of me?”

“I’ll be there at nine-thirty,” He said and hung up.

Exactly at 9:30 the next morning Cory knocked at my door. The atmosphere this time was much different that the last time he was here. Last time I had been dressed to kill and you could have cut the sexuality in the air with a knife. This time I was in jeans and a sweatshirt and I greeted Cory with a cheerful “Hi there!” and a quick hug.

Cory, too, was much more relaxed than I had ever seen him, but he was obviously excited by the possibility of adventure. I ushered him in and sat him down at the dining table, which was still littered with my breakfast plates.

“I really appreciate you agreeing to help me out,” I began, “Here’s the deal. I’ve been talking to a guy who runs an internet site, and he wants to buy some pictures of me. The thing is, the site is out of New York so I can’t use their in-house photographer. They suggested I hire a professional out here, but if I did that I’d spend half the money they’re paying me. That’s why I want you to be my photographer. It’s a public nudity/flashing site, so all you have to do is follow me around for the day and take pictures of me flashing my tits and ass in public. Doesn’t even have to be professional quality. Think you can handle that?” I asked with a wink. “And don’t worry, I’m sure we can find some way of compensating you for your time.”

“Sure!” replied Cory. “I’m in!”

I stood up from the table and got my digital camera off the counter. “Here’s my camera,” I said handing it to him, “if you want to play with it a little to get used to it. It’s a video camera but it takes good still pictures, too. I’ll just get changed and we can get out of here.”

Cory had taken the camera out of its case and as I finished speaking he popped a picture of me.

“Just checking it.” He said with a grin.

I left Cory poking the buttons and crossed the room to my bedroom door. The bedroom is my personal space, so I always keep the door locked. I took the key out of my pocket and quickly slipped inside.

My bedroom is very different from the other room. Whereas my living room, where I do my business, is dim and furnished with big, soft furnishings in dark colors and lots of baroque mirrors, my bedroom reflects my real tastes. The walls are painted a clean bright white and decorated by two framed prints of Van Gough paintings. One whole wall is bookshelves. The only furniture is a simple metal frame single bed and a desk with my computer on it. 

In the closet my clothes are neatly folded, with my everyday cloths on one side and my lingerie and sexy outfits on the other. Quickly I stripped naked and started sorting through my sexy outfits. I chose a tiny white tank-top with a big red pair of lips printed on it, and a wrap around skirt made of light-weight wool with a plaid pattern which I though was reminiscent of a school girl skirt. I tied the skirt low around my waist with a loose knot on my hip and pulled the tank-top over my head. The top left most of my stomach bare and fitted tightly over my chest, if I stretched a little the bottom curve of my tits would peek out. My nipples were clearly visible poking through the thin fabric. I pulled on some white canvas tennis shoes and, after quickly brushing my hair, went back into the living room.

Cory was still sitting at the table when I returned. “What do you think?” I asked and flipped the tank-top up to flash my tits. They jiggled and swayed slightly. Cory grinned widely, so I pulled my top back down and lifted up my skirt to show him my neatly trimmed pussy. 

“Wow,” was all he could manage.

“Come on,” I said, dropping my skirt and walking towards the door, “You’re driving.”

Cory’s car was a newer blue Ford Fiesta. No the hottest car on the road, but respectable. Cory opened the passenger door for me and held it for me while I climbed in, then walked around to the driver side. The touch of chivalry made me smile inwardly. 

When Cory was seated I said, “I think a fast food restaurant would be a fun place to start. That’s why I wanted to get started early, so we’d beat the lunch crowd.” Cory readily agreed and we drove a short distance to a Wendy’s. We waked in casually together and took a quick look around. The restaurant was empty except for one older man sitting in the corner drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. Perfect. While Cory went to the counter to order I strolled around the seating area before choosing a table on the far side of the restaurant from the counter, in a section separated from the rest by a low railing with fake vegetation in planters. I sat with my back to the railing, and Cory soon joined me with a tray of food. He had bought us both Cokes, a Whopper and fries for himself and a chicken sandwich for me. We took a couple bites of our food, then I leaned across the little table and whispered, “You ready to go?”

Cory pulled the camera out and stood up, moving a couple of feet back from the table. From where Cory stood he could shoot me and people coming and going in the restaurant behind me, while I was mostly hidden by the railing. Casually bringing the viewfinder to his eye Cory gave me a thumbs-up. When I saw the little red light come on I smiled brightly for the camera and gave it a little wave. Boldly I lifted my tank-top up and cupped my naked tits in my hands, caressing and shaking them for the camera. After a minute or so of that I reached across the table and pulled a piece of ice out of my drink and rubbed it on my nipple, melted ice and Coke dripping down my tit. Glancing over my shoulder to see what was happening in the rest of the restaurant, I slid my chair away from the table a little, giving Cory a view of my skirt. Leaving my tits exposed and still looking confidently into the camera I lifted my skirt up to reveal my wet pussy. As I reached down to run my finger along my pussy-lips the look of pleasure on my face was real. I was so turned on. I slipped my middle finger in and out of pussy once, then again, and then picked up a french-fry and slipped its tip into my pussy. I pulled the french-fry slowly back out and sensually brought it to my lips and ate it. Looking back into the camera I blew a kiss, then signaled Cory to stop recording.

Cory sat back down as I quickly rearranged my cloths. “I can’t believe how turned on that made me,” I confided. I took a couple more bites of my food then said, “Let’s go. I want to do that again somewhere else.”

Back in Cory’s car we discussed where else we should go. I thought of a shopping mall, and Cory suggested we could do some flashing just on the street. I wasn’t sure I was quite ready for somewhere as completely exposed as a street corner, but before I could voice my objection an idea struck me. 

We had been driving for a little while behind a city bus, and I told Cory to get ahead of the bus and drop me off at the next stop, then let the bus pass him and keep his eye on the back window. Cory sped around the bus and we pulled up to the stop well before the bus got there. I opened the door to get out, then remembered something and turned back to Cory. “Quick, give me some money. I need bus fare!” I cried. Cory quickly emptied his pocket and I got out and flagged down the bus. Once inside I made my way to the very back of the bus and stood by the big back window. The bus was mostly empty, with the few other passengers facing forward, ignoring me. In a few minutes I saw Cory’s car pull up behind the bus with Cory awkwardly trying to drive while pointing the camera out the windshield. Hoping that Cory was filming I waved to him, then pulled my top up again. I was lifting my top up with both hands, so when the bus suddenly accelerated I lost my balance and fell forward, smooshing my naked tits against the glass. As I tried to get my balance I stumbled again and almost went cart wheeling topless down the isle. Just in time I grabbed a hand hold to steady myself and was able to get my top back down. Looking back I saw Cory laughing his ass off, but fortunately the camera was still on, so it wasn’t a total waste.

When I got off the bus at the next stop my furious blushing had faded and I had my composure back when Cory picked me up. “That’s enough of that!” I said hotly, “let’s go back to my place, I want to change outfits.”

When we arrived back at my apartment Cory excused himself to go to the restroom while I went back to my bedroom to change. Idly I wondered if Cory actually had to pee, or if he was jacking off. I wouldn’t blame him if he had to jack off – hell, I’d help him if he asked. Opening my closet I pulled out my cheerleader outfit and changed into it – a tiny sweater-vest top and a skirt. To complete the outfit I had two pom-poms. I combed my hair into a pony tail and went back to see how Cory was doing.

“Gimme a C!” I shouted, seeing Cory sitting at the table again.

“Gimme an O!”

“Gimme a R”

“Gimme a Y! Yea Cory!” I cheered, jumping up and down and spinning my pom-poms.

“You were a cheerleader?” asked Cory.

“No, I just bought the uniform.” I answered. “I modified it, too, see.” I half turned around and flipped up my skirt, showing Cory my bare ass. “There were panties sewn in as a lining, but I cut them out. I didn’t think I’d need them.”

Cory grinned. “No, you probably won’t need them. Where are we going now?”

“Ridgefield High School.” I replied.

I knew that Ridgefield only had gym classes in the mornings, so after lunch the sports grounds would be empty. When we arrived at the football field the only people around were a few late students coming back from lunch.

“Did you ever hang around under the bleachers, trying to look up girls’ skirts” I asked Cory as we approached the bleachers. 

“No, I never did.”

“I couldn’t really see the point in that,” I confessed, “I never thought you’d see much. Go on under there, though…I’ll make sure you see something.” I promised as I started to climb up the rows of wooden benches.

I climbed about half way and sat down on a bench, spreading my skirt out as I sat so my bare ass was on the wood. “See anything down there?” I called. 

Cory’s voice came from just a few inches below my ass, which was an unusual experience, “I can see your legs real well, but everything else is hidden by the slats. I can’t really take a picture of anything other than your calves. Can you scoot forward a little?”

I moved forward so that just my tailbone rested on the seat. “That’s better.” Cory called, “I can see pink!”

I wiggled my hips back and fourth a little to get comfortable then slipped my hand down between my legs. To anybody passing by I would appear just to be relaxing in the bleachers. In reality I was knuckle deep in my pussy with a guy inches away taking pictures. Thinking about that got me even more excited and I soon pushed a second and a third finger into my pussy.

“Are you getting this?” I called out.

“I don’t know. The light isn’t very good, but I’m trying.”

Regretfully I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and licked them clean. “Ok, we’ll try something else.” I called. 

I met Cory back at the bottom of the bleachers. “Let’s do some cheers.” I suggested. We walked across the running track to the grass and Cory moved a little distance away to give me room.

Grinning into the camera I spun my pom-poms in front of me, then threw my arms wide. I jumped up and down, letting my skirt blow up over my hips and exposing my pussy, and spinning around to show my ass. Then I sat down into the splits, one leg in front, and the other straight back. In that position I laid my pom-poms down beside me and pulled my little sweater vest off over my head and tossed it away. Jumping back up again I covered my tits with my pom-poms, then leaped high in the air, flinging my arms wide. When I landed I did a couple of jumping-jacks and was just about to start doing high kicks when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.

“Oh shit!” I cried

“What?”

“Band practice!” I said, pointing to the 50 or so people marching towards us. Holding my pom-poms in front of my tits I looked desperately around for my top. It was lying on the ground some fifteen feet or twenty away towards the oncoming musicians.

“Fuck it!” I cried and flinging my pom-poms in the air took off running to Cory’s car. I must have been quite a site to anybody watching, with my big tits bouncing and swinging and my skirt blowing up as I ran. Finally I reached the car and dove in with Cory right behind me. “Go, go…” I encouraged as he fumbled with his keys. When we were finally away I took stock of the situation. “I’m going to have to get a new cheerleader outfit now,” I pouted, “and they are expensive." 

Back at my apartment I again left Cory in the living room while I did one last costume change. This time I went to the everyday side of my closet and picked out a cornflower blue sun dress which came down to just above my knee. There were six buttons down the front, of which I usually left two undone. I slipped out of my cheerleader skirt and tossed it on the bed, not really sure what to do with it since the rest of the outfit was scattered across a football field. I put on the dress, of course with nothing underneath, and a pair of sandals. I combed out my hair and also put on a little lipstick, since I wanted to look extra nice for this last photo shoot.

Cory was waiting patiently for me by the door, so I went over to him and gave him a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You ready?” I asked. “Let’s go to the park.”

City Park is heavily wooded, with lots of paths and secluded glades. Leading Cory by the hand I brought him to a clearing in a copse of trees, in an out of the way corner of the park. We both looked around carefully to make sure we couldn’t be seen, then I signaled Cory to start shooting. I walked over to a little group of birch trees and without any foreplay stripped of my dress. The sun on my bare skin felt wonderful and I kicked off my sandals to feel the grass under my feet. I frolicked for a few minutes on the grass, playing and rolling around in the warm sun. Next I went over to one of the small trees and danced around it like a stripper around a pole. I wrapped my legs around the tree and rubbed my pussy against the rough bark, then squeezed the trunk between my tits. Turning back to Cory, I asked him if he could set the camera on a near-by rock like a tripod, and when he did I asked him to zoom in so I was only visible from the shoulders down to the knees. This accomplished I signaled Cory to come join me in front of the camera.

“You have been a great sport today,” I said, running my fingers down his chest. “You really helped me out a lot.”

“I enjoyed it.” Cory replied.

“I’m sure you did. But I did promise that I would compensate you for your time, didn’t I,” I purred, “and I always keep my promises.” By now my hands had wandered all the way down Cory’s chest and stomach, and I began unbuttoning his jeans. Cory glanced nervously at the camera, so I distracted him by turning my face up to his and kissing him on the mouth. A warm and tender kiss at first, chastely closed mouthed, but soon my tongue pursed his lips and gently explored the inside of his mouth. By now his jeans were unbuttoned, so breaking off the kiss I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down. Cory’s magnificent dick was completely hard, straining at the fabric of his boxer shorts. I stroked his dick admiringly through the cloth, then slipped his boxers down around his ankles, too. He ran his fingers through my hair and caressed the side of my face as I took his dick in my hand and began licking it. I ran my tongue up and down his length, getting his dick nice and slippery, then raised myself up slightly and pressed my tits around his dick. Cory enthusiastically began fucking my tits, sliding his saliva coated dick back and fourth, watching as my tits giggled with every thrust. He began rocking faster, and I thought he was getting near climax, so I bent my head forward and took him into my mouth. 

Holding him by the base of his dick and his balls, I sucked him as deep into my mouth as I could, then slowly pulled him back out. Letting his dick slide out of m mouth I stroked him with my hands up and down a few times, then sucked him back in to my mouth. This time as I sucked him I felt his body tense and his grip on my hair tightened. Knowing he was about to cum I slipped his dick back out of my mouth and held it a few inches from my face, opening my mouth wide. A second later his cum splatted onto my face. I managed to get about half of his first shot into my mouth, the rest spraying across my nose, cheeks and chin. A second blast of cum hit my neck and oozed down to my collarbones, while a third scored a direct hit on my left tit. Taking Cory’s dick back in my mouth I sucked out the last remaining drops of cum and licked him clean.

As Cory and the camera watched I began licking myself clean, first licking the warm, sticky cum off my face and then lifting my tit to my mouth to suck up the drops of cum which were clinging to my nipple. Then I began wiping the globs of cum off my neck and chest, sucking my fingers clean each time, savoring every drop of cum.

When I was more or less clean again Cory turned the camera off and I got back into my dress, again glancing around to see if anybody had seen my little adventure.