0 comments/ 40862 views/ 8 favorites Emily By: Mareus Emily called me at work at about 4 o'clock. She had that delicious husky tone to her voice that told me she was feeling horny. If I had any doubts, what she told me confirmed it. There was, she said, a packet at my flat that she had just dropped off. I was to go home, shower and shave (she emphasised the word 'shave' in such a way as to convey what she wanted me to shave without further explanation) and open the packet. The note inside would explain everything from that point on. I finished work at 5 and after a short commute, got home around 45 minutes later. Sure enough, there was a packet on the floor just inside the door addressed 'Damian xxx' in Emily's hand writing. Resisting the temptation to open it, I went through to the bedroom, undressed and got in the shower. Once I had finished, I opened the packet. Inside was a note and another, smaller packet. The note explained I should slip on the contents of the packet, then get dressed and make my way to Emily's. The letter was signed 'Love all ways (sic) ;-) Maid Emily'. A very tantalising message! I opened the second packet and inside I found a pair of yellow nylon panties. They were bikini styled and the material was a very fine weave with a delicious sheen. They were very stretchy and slightly transparent. They were edged with fine white narrow lace at the waist and legs-holes. We had talked of having a bit of panty fun before but this was our first trip into this world. I'd never cross-dressed before but I was happy to oblige. When I slipped the panties on, I was delighted by the sensual feel of the fabric and the gentle but firm way they clung to my body. My cock twitched in appreciation of this new sensation. Once dressed, I locked up and drove to Emily's. I found it impossible not to keep stroking myself through my chinos and loved the way my panties felt so slippery, the sensation causing me to have an erection for the whole journey. When I arrived at Emily's, she opened the door wearing a black and white satin French maid's uniform. She curtsied in an exaggerated, slightly comical way, grinning intensely and gesturing me into the house. Kissing me gently on the lips, she ushered me upstairs and into her bedroom. I lay on my back on the bed and Emily climbed on top, kissing me and coaxing my tongue into her mouth with her own. We kissed for a long time before Emily sat up and edged backwards so that she could remove my shirt, shoes, socks and trousers. She stared at my bulging panties and gently ran her fingernails all over my cock and balls. The shiny nylon allowed her nails to run freely and caused a very exciting tingling ticklish sensation that made me hard in seconds. In fact, I was so turned on already that my cock showed its appreciation by ejecting a large drop of precum that seeped through my panties. On seeing this, Emily lowered her head but was careful to maintain just the right angle so that I could watch her lick the salty liquid off my panties. As she did so, the material became very see-thru where her tongue had been. She kissed and licked the full length of my shaft whilst stroking and tickling my balls with one hand. I found my back arching in response and I groaned as the sensations intensified. My cock began to throb as I neared my climax. Sensing this, Emily stopped what she was doing. She slowly peeled my panties off and if I'm honest, I felt a little disappointment at this because I had really enjoyed wearing them. Emily stood up and removed the black satin panties she wore beneath her uniform. She then got back on the bed. Facing me and with her knees on either side of my chest, she lifted her skirt and slowly fed my panties into her pussy. After a few minutes, they had completely disappeared inside her sweet pussy and she then moved up my body until her cunt was over my mouth. Lowering herself, I licked and kissed her hot, wet pussy whilst she slowly ground against my face. Every now and then, my tongue would enter her far enough to touch my panties inside her. After a while, Emily pushed against my face harder and faster. I continued to lick and kiss her pussy as best I could as she edged closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, panting and moaning, Emily came on my face, her juices spilling out into my grateful mouth. After a few minutes of kissing and stroking each other, Emily raised herself a little and slowly pulled my panties out of her pussy. They were drenched now and Emily pressed them to my mouth which I opened so that I could suck her juices. When they were in my mouth, she joined me and we kissed each other whilst licking and sucking the sodden panties. Next, Emily removed my panties from my mouth and wrapped them around my cock, creating a satin sheath. She then sat on my prick and gently fucked me. We fucked for a long time and Emily fingered her clitoris through the exposed part of my panties. As another orgasm shook her body, she rubbed her clit very quickly and again her juices flowed onto my body. Emily climbed off me carefully to ensure my cock remained inside the wet satin material. Now she took my panty covered cock deep into her mouth. I loved the sound of her sucking and slurping as she worked on my cock whilst also drinking her own juices. I expected the nylon to dull the sensations but I think it actually heightened them instead. The whole experience was too much for me and within a few short minutes I pumped cum into her mouth. She kept me in her mouth long after I had finished, sucking every last drop of cum through my panties. When it was over, Emily lay next to me and we kissed and cuddled. I could feel myself drifting into sleep as she whispered 'You can be the maid next time.' Emily Emily walked slowly up the steps towards her brother's apartment. Jacob lived just off campus and Emily at 18 was in her last year of high school and currently doing some campus tours. Of course to keep things simple her parents wanted her to go to the same place as her brother. But Emily was pretty tired of living in her older brother's shadow. Jacob was the typical all-American kind of guy. He played football not good enough to go pro but good enough to be noticed by people. Jacob was tall standing at about 6 foot 4 and about 220 pounds of muscle. He had dark hair, and dark green eyes. He was quick to smile and had a passion for pulling pranks especially on his short, skinny, freckled faced baby sister. Emily, however, would not be the skinny freckle covered kid her brother remembered. Emily was a late bloomer but bloom she did. She never did get very tall but she did grow into a freckled faced stunner. Her hair was a rich chocolate brown, and often wore in a ponytail to keep it out of her face. She had the same dark green eyes as her brother. Today she was a thin grey shirt that proudly proclaimed her to be a band geek and a pair of jeans that hugged her shapely curves. She wore very little makeup and the sweet scent of cherries clung to her skin. Jacob watched Emily from behind his curtains nearly forgetting the bucket he held in his hands. He chuckled softly to himself before whipping around and bounding out the door. In a flash he had taken the 5 gallon bucket of ice water and flung it on Emily. Emily gasped at the sudden sight of her brother and then stood there sputtering as the deluge of ice water ran over her body. "JACOB," Emily screamed at the maniacal laughter she heard but couldn't see, "OH MY GOD!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Jacob continued to laugh hysterically at his sopping wet sister. After a few moments of laughing at her Jacob started to notice how tight his little sister's shirt really was. And now thanks to his surprise shower it clung to a perky set of tits he didn't even know she had. He turned around to see several guys coming out of their apartments to stare at the tiny hottie that was his sister. Acting quickly he dropped the bucket, scooped up his sister, flung her over his shoulder and hauled her into his apartment despite the loud angry protest Emily emitted. Jacob placed Emily on the island in the middle of his kitchen. Jacob chuckled, "Hush Emmy, it's not THAT bad! Just a little water to cool off that sexy little body of yours." As Jacob took a step back Emily raised a foot and kicked him playfully in the chest. "I should have known you'd do something crazy this weekend," Emily said. Jacob growled as he rushed at his sister and started a tickle war. His parents had started that and the Hug War when the two were bickering and arguing with each other. Emily laughed and began to fight back. She managed to get her legs over her brother's arms, squeezed them and pinned his arms to his sides with her thighs. It was only temporary, though and in moments Jacob had freed himself and begun his attack. Emily, however, didn't remove her legs from around her brother's waist. As she wiggled and squirmed to avoid her brother's strong fingers she pressed herself against his organ. In moments she could feel Jacob pressing back against her. Jacob suddenly tore himself away from Emily, "I'll go grab your bag out of your car." Emily lay on the island panting and giggling. Jacob left and Emily headed towards his bathroom. She pulled her wet jeans off and sat down on the side of the bathtub. She lowered her head and shook the thoughts that were bouncing around in her brain out. After a few deep breaths she finished removing her clothes and grabbed a random shirt hanging over the towel rack. The truth was Emily didn't want to go to the same school as her brother because for the longest time Emily WANTED her brother. Last summer Emily and Jacob's parents had gone on a second honeymoon. And Jacob had returned home to keep an eye on Emily. Late one night Emily heard Jacob and some girl stumble into the house. She tiptoed to the top of the steps and watched the heated kisses between the two. She told herself to go back to her room but was mesmerized when the girl's top came off. Her brother feasted on the girl's engorged nipples. The noises the girl made and her brother's responsive groans had Emily catching her breath and stuffing her hand in her mouth to contain the whimpers that were coming out of her mouth. She watched as the girl sank to her knees in front of Jacob and lowered his jeans. His thick cock was revealed and her pussy gushed in response. Emily tried to move but couldn't. Her legs wouldn't respond. She watched as the girl licked around her brother's shaft before swallowing his cock. At that point Jacob sighed-no groaned the girl's name. For the next 45 minutes she watched as Rebecca and Jacob pressed against each other. Their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time. She couldn't breathe; her body was hot and flushed; and never in her life had her cunt been so wet. As her brother screamed his release her legs were released from the strange hold the scene had on her. She turned and darted up the stairs burying herself under her blankets in bed. She pulled off her panties amazed at the moisture that had collected there. Emily touched her swollen slick sex and moaned softly. She skimmed her fingers along her labia easing them apart. Her clit stood hard and waiting. She circled her fingers around it slowly before dipping them into pussy. It didn't take put a few times before she came bowing of the bed and just managing to scream into her pillow. She masturbated 3 times that night but it never satisfied her hungry hole. And now she had a whole 4 day weekend with her brother to tour campus, check a few classes, and maybe get herself invited to a party. All she wanted to do was spend it beneath her brother. She stepped out of the bathroom in her brother's practice tee that came down to just above her knees. Her brother stood in his hallway suitcase in hand. "I gotta go to practice," Jacob said after a moment of stunned silence. "Okay. I'll see you later. I have to go to a campus tour," Emily stated, "I could meet you at practice. Maybe go to dinner together?" "Yeah, sounds good," Jacob said as he left. At practice Jacob dealt with a lot of guys talking about the hot girl who had arrived at his apartment. When ask who the girl was Jacob said a random friend that was thinking of coming to school the following fall. They suggested he bring his "girlfriend" to a party that was happening that night. Jacob was having a pretty good practice until the guys started talking about his girlfriend who was sitting in the stand. Emily had arrived at Jacob's practice and laughed at the fond memories of watching him play in high school. She waved as she watched several guys point her out to him. At least she thought the field was nice and big. It would be a blast to put on a marching show. It wasn't long before Jacob's practice was over and they were in Emily's car headed for a local restaurant. As they waited Jacob brought up the party with Emily. They decided they would go and Jacob insisted she stick close to him. Emily laughed and stated she could take care of herself. At the party Emily did manage to lose her oversized tail. She was offered a glass of random punch...and after a little bit was in love with the sparkling lights. She was being talked to and led into a place to lay down when Jacob was suddenly by her side. "What the fuck are you doing with my girl," Jacob growled under his breath while snatching Emily by the arm. "Hey, she seemed a little drunk and I thought she might need to lie down," the guy said, "calm down dude! I didn't know she was with you." Jacob picked Emily up and began carrying her down the stairs. Emily wrapped her arms around Jacob's neck, "You said I was your girl." "Of course you are Emmy," Jacob replied. Jacob placed Emily in the car and after wrestling with the driver's side seat he got in and drove them home. Emily was asleep when Jacob carried her inside. As he went to place her in his bed she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Will you fix me something to eat," Emily asked. Jacob said sure and went to the kitchen. Emily changed into Jacob's practice shirt and wandered out and sat on the island to watch Jacob cook for her. "Jacob," she asked, "you said I was your girl." "Yeah, Emmy I did." Emily laughed. Jacob walked over and placed a plate of scrambled eggs, hash browns, and bacon hash. He nudged her legs apart to reach into the drawer and get a fork for her. "Emily, the next time you go to a party DO NOT drink the punch," Jacob exclaimed. "It was so good though Jakey," Emily sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Jacob pulled Emily close, "You need to eat." Emily slipped off the island and turned around Jacob's shirt rose up as she bent over leaning against the counter top to eat. No panties Jacob thought and before he could stop himself his hand was reaching out. He ran his hand over Emily's rounded flesh before sliding down to the top of her pussy. Emily parted her legs and bending more and giving her brother more access. Jacob got down on his knees between her legs. He leaned forward and blew gently across her tender skin. Emily gasped, "Jacob?" "Shhh, Emmy," Jacob sighed as he leaned forward. Jacob's fingers shook as he reached out to part her swollen pink lips. Jacob sighed as he leaned forward, his tongue slide out to glide over Emily's pussy. Emily sighed and tipped her hips back. Jacob growled as Emily opened herself to his questing tongue. Emily panted hard, her hands moved to the edge of the countertop pushing back against Jacob's tongue her vagina releasing copious amounts of its salty sweet nectar. Emily whimpered and Jacob groaned into her sex. Jacob's cock swelled to the point he needed to open the fly of his jeans to relieve the pressure. Emily heard the zipper, "Please Jacob!?" "I just want to taste you," Jacob replied. "I want you to fuck me, like you fucked Rebecca," Emily panted as Jacob's tongue flicked quickly over her clit. Emily's knees buckled as Jacob sucked lightly on clit and then skimmed his tongue along her lips. Jacob wedged his shoulders between her legs to both hold her and open her up. Jacob laughed, "I thought I saw your skinny little legs. I thought I heard you in your room, too. I just thought you had a guest over yourself. Did you touch yourself and pretend it was me?" "Yes," Emily replied. Jacob stood, leaned over Emily, and slipped two fingers inside of her slipper snatch. He skimmed his tongue along her shoulder and up to her ear. He swirled his tongue around the outside and nibbled on her ear lobe. Emily grunted and shoved herself against Jacob's fingers. "That's very naughty, Emmy. Isn't it," Jacob asked. "Yes," Emily whimpered. Emily continued to fuck herself with Jacob's fingers. Jacob moved behind her as he removed his fingers. Emily pleaded for him to put them back instead Jacob pressed his boxer clad crotch against her and used his hands to hold her hips in place. Once Emily had stopped moving Jacob lowered his boxers freeing his 8 inch cock. Emily looked back and saw Jacob's dick, hard and waiting entry into her sopping wet slit. Emily moaned loudly and the sheer excitement of her fantasy coming true suddenly made her cum. Emily's head sank to the ledge grunting her release. Jacob groaned as he watched Emily's body react to the mere thought of his dick entering her heated passage. He also watched the blush the spread across her body. He pushed against her his mushroom head barely entering. "My little Emmy has thought about this a lot, hasn't she?" Emily nodded and bit her bottom lip waiting for her pussy to stop spasming but Jacob didn't he sank deep into Emily's cunt. Feeling her pussy squeezing his shaft nearly sent him over the edge. The pleasure of feeling Jake's cock buried inside of her made Emily cry in pleasure. Jacob tangled his fingers into Emily's hair and pulled her back and licked the salty droplets. Emily sighed against him. Jacob allowed her to lean forward and once Emily relaxed he began to move inside her. Emily was balanced on her tiptoes and was getting tired and Jacob shifted lifting her so feet didn't touch the floor at all and completely impaled her upon his engorged length. "Ohhh...God! Yes, Yes...fuck me Jake," Emily cooed. In their current position Emily could only hang on for the ride and Jake used that to torment his sister's aching pussy. His practice tee hung off one shoulder and he thought about how he couldn't wait to get it off of her and about how every time he wore it from now on he would see his cock slick with his sister's cum. He moved slowly at first drawing his full length in and out of Emily's snatch. He could feel her stretching to accommodate him and her panting and moaning was driving him crazy. He watched her fingers cling and grip the ledge and then her palms spread on the countertop. Emily's palms finally gave her a little bit of leverage and she used it to push her chest up freeing her nipple to the cool air of the apartment. Jacob released Emily's hips and is fingers scratched their way up towards her nipples where they latched on and started to roll and pink the hard nubs. Emily screamed, "FUCK! OHH God, Jacob...Yes, please." Jacob smiled as he began to fuck Emily harder and faster shoving his cock deep inside Emily's sopping cunt. "Yes, Jacob fuck your baby sister. Your cock feels so good inside my cunt. Harder Jake, harder, fuck your baby sister harder," Emily called out. Just hearing Emily point out that she was his sister had Jacob's balls boiling. He began pounding his sister into the edge of the island. Every time he thrust into her he could hear and feeling the jarring of her hip bones making contact with the wood slab which only excited them both more. Emily began nothing but incoherent moans and pants and sharp gasps of breaths. It wasn't long before Jacob's grunts joined his sister's melody. And after sinking into his sister's pussy a few more times Jacob announced his imminent release. "Wait for me Jake, wait for me," Emily sobbed "Cum for me baby sister," Jacob cooed in Emily's ear. His shifted his arms so Emily's large breast were mashed by his huge forearms and his fingers dug into her shoulders giving him complete leverage and control of Emily's body. At the new angle and the friction of her nipples rubbing against Jacob's forearms Emily cried out. "I'm cumming Jake, I'm fucking cumming on my brother's cock!" Jacob thrust again burying his dick deep inside of Emily's twitching cunt and roaring his release. Their bodies stiffened and then went limp across the wooden island. After a few moments Jacob licked the salty skin at the base of Emily's neck and then whispered, "That's not all Rebecca and I did." Emily gushed... Emily Chapter One Coercion and Perversion Emily walked through the front doors of the hotel and towards the elevators. She may have been closer to forty than she would have liked, and although she was no longer had the body of a fashion model she knew she still had the looks, and the figure, to get admiring glances from men of all ages, particularly when she took the time to dress well, as she had today. She had dressed exactly as instructed in his email, or almost exactly. "Wear your blue two piece business suit" the email said." Put on your white blouse, the one that buttons down the front, and leave at least four buttons open to make a show of your breasts. Wear stockings and heels. And make sure that your lingerie does not disappoint me". She had followed his instructions to the letter, except, to show her independence, only two buttons of her blouse were undone. As instructed she went directly to the elevator bank and pressed for floor 8. Room 812 was to the left when she reached the floor and with only a moment's hesitation she approached it. The door was slightly open and she pushed against it and went in, leaving the door open behind her. She was here because she had no choice. His emails had made it quite clear that if she did not comply with his instructions her career, and her family life, would be ruined. Both were important to her and she intended to fight for them. Naturally she resented his demands with their less than subtle sexual overtones, including his references to her breasts and his insistence that her underwear not 'disappoint". She reasoned that she had no intention of showing him, or anyone else, her underwear, so the question of disappointment did not arise. But she was honest enough with herself to see the obvious paradox; she truly had no intention of flashing her panty's at anyone, but if that was so why had she put her best lacy bra and panties on that morning. Emily was a successful financial executive who prided herself on always being prepared and in control. But today she recongnised that she was neither prepared nor in control. How could she be prepared? She had no idea of what he wanted. She assumed that he wanted to humiliate her before blackmailing her into paying over some of the funds which she had secretly withdrawn from her employers business. To Emily's mind those funds had not been stolen; she had simply taken exactly what would she regarded as being her due, according to the handshake agreement they had reached. It had never crossed her mind that her employer would welch on the deal and would challenge her to prove that any deal had ever existed. And not being in control was having a strange effect on her. She could not say that she enjoyed being a puppet and responding as he pulled on her strings, but there was part of her that felt excited and thrilled by having no choice but to follow instructions. And the fact that she had been instructed on how to dress, down to what underwear she should have on, added an overtly sexual and forbidden element to the day that, frankly, stirred her in ways that she had not experienced for many years. The curtains in the room she had entered were drawn, but one bedside light was on. In a slightly darkened corner of the room sat a man she did not recognise. "Turn around and close the door" he instructed. She did as she was bid and returned to face the man. "Who are you?" she demanded to know as he stood up. He was above average height and, she judged, in his late forties. He was dressed casually, but well. He looked strong and powerful and although not handsome his face was pleasant to look at. She had intended to berate him for the way in which he had summed her, but as he stood full of self confidence looking down at her, she felt her resolve melt away. "Who are you and what do you want" Emily asked again. "You can call me whatever name you want" he replied. "As for what I want, well, I simply want you to do whatever I say". "Just tell me how much money you want?" she demanded. He ignored the question and came towards her stopping just an arm's length away. Up close he was bigger and more intimidating than she had at first realised. "You have read my email. You know what I know and you have turned up today wearing what I told you to wear, so let's dispense with the debate. You have two choices. You can walk out now and deal with whatever happens ... but whatever happens it won't be good for you. Or you can do everything I say. If you want to leave, go now" Emily turned and took three steps towards the door, but then stopped and turned to face him again. The odd thrilling feeling of being under his control came back. "O.K., that's better, let's start" he said. The man slowly looked over Emily from the top of her well groomed blonde hair all the way down to her high heels. What he saw was an attractive woman, still in her prime. Her eyes, which were brown and large, looked back at him without flinching .Whatever she felt about her position today, clearly she was not totally intimidated by him. He noticed that her were well shaped legs were accentuated by the high heels she wore and, even with her business suit on, it was clear that her breasts were large enough to be noticed without being out of proportion to her overall figure. She wore her clothes well and confidently. The skirt of her suit was well cut over her hips and reached to just above her knees. "You didn't leave the four buttons on your blouse undone, as I instructed. No matter, it shows that you have spirit. But to start with you can open an extra three buttons now. I want to see your bra". Emily hands shook slightly as she opened the extra buttons on her blouse. With five undone buttons her blouse was open to well below the band of her bra. She tugged at the sides of her blouse to open it wide enough to show the low cut blue lacy bra that she wore. She guessed that she should feel humiliated, cowed or perhaps embarrassed about what was happening to her, but she didn't. This was not something that she had any control over and so she could not be at fault. The man's eyes were fixed on her breasts and she realised then that this was not all one sided and that her femininity, her figure, her appeal as a woman and the knowledge of her worth gave her a source of power over the man, and that all she need do was to find a way of exploiting that power. The man told Emily to take off her suit jacked. She did so and laid it over a straight back chair which was close to her. "You wore stockings. Good. Now I want to see more of them". He instructed Emily to reach down with both hands and to slowly raise the hem of her skirt. She hesitated then bent at the waist and grasped the material of her suit skirt. Very slowly she pulled the material up to where her black garter belt joined her stockings. Emily looked at him and saw that his eyes were now fixed on her legs, and she felt again the power which she had. "Pull your skirt up higher" he commanded. Emily inched her skirt further up. On the wall beside her was a mirror. She looked at her reflection and watched it as she raised her skirt above her stockings tops. The view of a woman standing in heels with her skirts raised above her stocking tops was, even to her, so erotic that her breath caught in her throat. She watched her reflection as her rising skirt allowed the bottom of red panties to become exposed to his gaze. She stopped lifting her skirt before her panties were fully revealed. "Take it all the way up", he said. She had to pull hard at the skirt to get it up over her hips, and she blushed as her panties became fully exposed. She was no prude but she had never before raised her skirts in this way before a man, and she was surprised to notice that her nipples had hardened and that there was a heat and dampness between her legs. The man allowed himself a self satisfactory smirk and reached out his right hand towards Emily's breast. Emily's right hand moved so fast that he had no way of avoiding the resounding slap to his face that she delivered. He staggered back holding his cheek. "Don't you dare presume to touch me" Emily spat at him. "I will decide when and if, you get that pleasure" she said. Emily pulled her skirt down to her knees and stood glaring at the man. After the unexpected slap the he had reeled back. The smirk was gone from his face and was replaced by a look of surprise and caution. Emily guessed that he would soon recover and that he had enough on her to totally dominate her, unless she could develop some better way of protecting herself. She knew that she had to act quickly to retain the temporary ascendancy she had earned by the slap. "Okay, you have had your fun. If you want more that might be okay, but on my terms" she said. " You know about the money, but don't think for a moment that you own me. If we are to work something out you better be straight with me, so start by telling me your name". The man was angry and his face hurt, but he was far from stupid or impulsive. He was 52 years old and a self made man. He was not mega rich, or even close to it, but he had made enough money and continued to make enough money, to live very well and to travel regularly and still be able accumulate more assets every year. Although he had hoped and planned for things to go differently he had always know that dealing with someone like Emily would never be easy, and that he would need to be flexible if he was to get what he wanted. And he had just heard Emily say "if you want more that might be okay, but on my terms". Well, he did want more, a lot more, and he was quite willing to find out what her terms were. He was very observant and a keen student of human nature and as Emily had raised her skirts for him he fancied that she was getting turned on by the act. If his observation was right this was woman he wanted to know better. Also, it occurred to him that an ongoing at least semi consensual arrangement might even be more rewarding than what he had first planned, which was to dominate and use her, although experience had told him that was never a long term proposition. "My name is Aaron Wells", he said. You asked before how much I wanted. The answer is nothing; I don't want any of your money. I have plenty of my own. But I like to enjoy fine and beautiful things, art, cars, jewelry, clothes and especially women. And you are a fine and beautiful woman". Emily acknowledged the compliment with a tilt of her head. She realised that he blouse was still open. Glancing down she saw that her much of her breasts were exposed above the top of her low cut bra, but she made no effort to close the buttons. Let him look she thought. She knew that her breasts were one of her best assets and she had often caught men admiring them. And to tell the truth, like all women, she liked being looked at and admired. As these thought formed in her head she became aware that her sensitive nipples were hardening again. To all outward appearances Emily was just a normal modest woman, albeit one more attractive than most. She dressed to flatter her figure, but without raising any suggestion of immodesty. She was open and easy in her conversation with men and occasionally would flirt with a particularly attractive one, but was careful to give no indication that matters could progress further. However, if the world could have read Emily's thoughts or been privy to her fantasies an altogether different Emily would have been revealed. She had an idea that most women had erotic thoughts and fantasies, but she had no idea if the private thoughts of others were as lurid and explicit as hers. Emily looked at Aaron and was struck by the look of longing, of raw lust, in his eyes. She realised that he really did regard her as a "fine and beautiful woman", and she felt a woman's need to reward him. But she remembered that unless she retained the initiative and measure of control Aaron would soon make demands which might take her down a path that she may not like to go. She knew that there was a price to pay and so, without losing eye contact, she undid the last of the buttons on her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. Her hands came up and cupped each of breasts. Then she reached behind her an unclasped her bra and, after a slight hesitation, let it fall onto the bed beside her. Her breasts hung free to his gaze. To Aaron's eyes Emily's bared breasts were beautifully formed and magnificent. They were firm and rounded rather than pear shaped, with small and light areola. He saw that her nipples were small and hard. She had the full and slightly pendulous breasts of a woman, rather than the pert breasts of a girl. "Would you like to touch me? ", she asked. Aaron nodded unable to speak, and walked across the room and stopped before her. With his left hand he gently held her around the waist while his right hand moved up to cup her right breast. "Be gentle to begin with, just caress me and only lightly touch my nipples", Emily instructed. Responding to her suggestions his hand moved lightly over her breast cupping and squeezing. After a while he gently turned her until she was facing away from him, and then he reached around her to hold both of her breasts in his hands. He pressed hard up against her and she became aware of his manhood straining against her bottom. While he cupped and caressed her breasts his lips lightly kissed her neck. Her eyes closed as he began to manipulate her sensitive erect nipples. She looked again into the mirror and watched him fondle her breasts, and she was aware of a sense of growing sexual excitement. Then her head lay back on his chest and her lips parted. She was aware that her vagina was wet and open. As he caressed her, almost imperceptibly her hips began to move and to press back against him. "Oh god that feels good" she thought. One of her hands came up to lightly cover his as it fondled he breast. Almost without thinking her other hand reached back between them until she felt the length of his erect penis against it. He turned her around again and kissed her on the mouth. Her lips opened and she pushed her tongue against his. Her hips arched forward as they kissed and his hands gripped her bottom over her skirt raising it slightly up the back of her legs. He took her nipple in his mouth, now sucking, now kissing and teasing, now gently biting it. She lay back in his arms to allow him easier access to her breasts and gave way to the sensations that she felt on her breasts and down between her legs, beneath her panties. Her hand again reached over his trousers until she was able to stroke the length of his penis. "Oh god that feels good" she said out loud, without meaning to. "Do you mean me sucking your nipple or the feel of my prick in your hand?" he asked. "Both, but mainly my nipples" she admitted. His head came up and he kissed her again on the mouth which was open and moist and their tongues again pushed and wrestled against each other. His hand returned to fondling and caressing her breasts and his fingers teased, rolled and twisted her nipples. He was not so gentle now and she responded in kind by rubbing and pressing her hand hard against his erect prick hidden by his pants. His mouth returned its attention to her breast, as he bent down to do this his right hand dropped to the hem of her skirt, which he tugged up until he could again see the top of her stockings and her garters, but the tightness of her skirt did not allow him to raise it further. His slipped his right hand between her legs squeezing and stroking the warm flesh at the stocking top. His arm kept the skirt raised at the front and his left hand now reached down and began to raise her skirt up at the back as well. As her skirt rose at the back he was able to also raise the front of the skirt and to move his hand further up her leg until, at last, he was able to cup and rub her panty clad pussy. At her back his other hand slipped under her skirt and inched its way under the elastic of her panties until he was gripping her bottom, with a finger straying between the cheeks of her bottom. Emily felt herself become wetter, and more open, as his hand stroked her through her lacy panties. Then, as his finger began to trace the line between the lips of her vulva and to press inwards through the sheer material of her underwear she moaned softly and almost involuntarily allowed her legs to spread further apart. Ever since she had first let a boy see and touch her most private parts she had enjoyed the pleasures of that part of her being looked at, admired and stroked, caressed and penetrated by a lover's fingers, tongue and lips. Often in her erotic masturbatory fantasies she was stirred by the image of men, some strangers, and some known, almost all older and more mature than her, drawing down her panties and spreading her legs to look for the first time at her pussy. She imagined it was their hands which cupped her sex, and it was their fingers that gently moved apart her vaginal lips and it was their mouth and tongue which sucked and licked around her lips and over her clitoris, until she climaxed. But this was no fantasy. Aaron's finger continued to move up and down and to press between the lips of her sex. More and more he returned to that divine spot where her clitoris emerged from the folds of her sex, and each time he did so intense waves of pleasure washed over Emily. All the while his left hand continued to hold and to squeeze her bottom, occasionally drifting to again stroke between her cheeks. And now his right hand slipped over the sheerness of her panties and up to the waist band. His fingers moved under the lacy elastic and slid down until he could feel the softness of her trimmed pubic hair over her venus mound. His fingers slipped through the fineness of her private hair and probed further until they found the moistness between her vaginal lips. Gently pushing the lips of her sex apart he slipped a finger into her and began to move it slowly in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper until he was caressing the spot where abandon transcends pleasure. Responding to the intense sensation aroused by Aarons probing finger Emily was again aware of the hardness of her nipples and the heat between her leg s, and she felt her hips push against his hand, while her hand sought to capture the tumescence of his prick below his trousers and to stroke its length. Giving herself wholly over to the intense sexual pleasure that had been aroused in her she felt herself ready to have her panties stripped from her, to be laid down on the bed, for her legs to be spread and for Aaron to slide his erect penis into her. His next words and actions broke the spell; if he had said that she was beautiful and that he wanted her, or if he had said nothing but had simply guided her onto the bed, she would have been incapable of resistance. But his fingers had become too rough and demanding, and rather than seducing her with sweet words he described what he wanted to do to her with vulgarities, all of which reminded her that he was not her lover, that he was someone who she did not know and who had coerced into meeting him, and who wanted to use her for his own ends. With that clarity of thought she resolved that, whatever else she had to do today, she would not allow him to take her as he had just described. Having told her with explicit vulgarities what he intended to do to her Aarons hands began to drag her panties down over her hips. "No, wait, it's my turn first" she breathed, and escaping from his grasp she sank to her knees before him. Reaching up she undid his belt and unzipped him and tugged his trousers and then his jocks over his hips, until his prick sprung free. Taking it in her mouth she began to suck it and to stroke her hand up and down his shaft. Aaron gripped her hair and pushed his prick in and out of her mouth. Emily "Fuck, you are good at that" he moaned, resorting again to vulgarity, "but you know what I want to do". Emily responded by taking him further into her mouth and increasing the speed and intensity of her hand movements. Aaron felt her lips slide over his shaft and her hands stroke its length and fondle his scrotum. Giving way to his lust he thrust his penis deeper and faster into her mouth asking her to "suck him" and telling her how good she was, as his state of sexual excitement grew. "No, stop", he said, as he felt himself coming close to a climax. Moving his hips backwards he sought to withdraw his penis from her mouth, but Emily's free hand reached around him and her finger pressed against his anus, keeping him close. Aaron looked down at the Emily taking in the erotic view of the semi naked and beautiful woman below him with his penis in her mouth pleasuring him, and he could no longer hold back. As he began his climax he thrust his penis further into her mouth and pulled her head forward, so as to dominate her and extract the maximum pleasure of climaxing into her mouth. Emily seemed to welcome this ending until, at the very last moment she violently pulled her mouth off his penis and watched his semen spend itself on her breasts. Without another word she rose, picked up her clothes and entered the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She was unwilling to undress further so as to shower. After cleaning herself as much as possible she dressed and left the bathroom. Aaron lay on the bed. He had pulled up his trousers. Clearly he was angry with her, but as she had no intention of giving him any more of her time today, she merely looked at him and said "no doubt we will be in touch," and walked out of the door, without waiting for a reply. Emily was disappointed by what had happened. She had realised that she was in a very difficult position but she had hoped, and had half expected, to retain much more control. It was true that she had parried some of his sexual demands, and she had had the satisfaction of frustrating his attempts to climax in her mouth, but she knew that he had fired her libido and that she had enjoyed his kiss and that his hand in her panties and his finger in her pussy had stirred her to the extent that she was willing, no not just willing, lusting would be a better word, to go much further, to go all the way. She recognised that he still had power over her and that it was inevitable that they would meet again, and that sex would always be central to their involvement. She resolved that she would do better next time. But for all that she knew that there was part of her that wanted to deeply explore the sexual side of his dominance. A side of her which she recongnised wanted to try so many overtly sexual things, positions and encounters which, so far in her life, she had only fantasized about. That night she spread her legs for her husband and had him fuck her until she was spent. And as he did so, in her mind she saw Aaron. To begin with Aaron was angry and disappointed that he had allowed her to interfere with his plans. But later he realised that truly his pleasures had been great, and that in any event there was surely more to come. He had, he knew achieved a level of submission in Emily. He had made that beautiful lady expose her breasts to him and to raise her skirts for him. She had allowed him to finger her pussy and he had, he thought, awakened a level of desire in her which he could exploit in the future. True, he would have loved to climax in her mouth, but he reasoned that there time for that in future. And as she had said they would be in touch. Emily The place was already pumping with music as the cab pulled up. James paid the driver, got out, and walked over to the house. He knocked on the door and it opened up. "James, you made it, dude." "Hi, Steven," the two had become fast friends with similar hobbies and interests. "Looks like the party is already in flow." "Yeah, man," he dragged James in. "Let me get you a drink." "Nothing alcoholic, please." "Coke it is, bro." As they walked through the house he saw various types of women, a cute redhead, blonds, and more brunettes. James followed Steven into the kitchen and was given a coke. "So mill about a bit, mingle. See if you can meet some interesting people." "I'll try." "Dude, you've got to get out there." "I know." He did. He mingled for a while, trying to chat to the women, even some of the guys, but no one really seemed interested. The hot women were all occupied by one or more guys who made it obvious they didn't want James butting in. His friend, he noted, was already in the process of getting a blow job. By the time James had been there 20 minutes he was bored. He put his can in the bin and grabbed his coat to quietly sneak out. As he was heading towards the door he looked and saw a blond getting eaten out by another and stopped. A woman walked into him and they fell but he managed to catch himself in time. "H-hi," she stammered, trying to get her legs back under her. "Hello," James replied. "Sorry," she blushed. "It's okay, I was actually just leaving." "Me, too," she nodded. "Oh?" "No one was talking to me and my friend is otherwise occupied." James looked back at the room that his friend was in, "Yeah, same here." "Emily." "James." "It's nice to be talked to." "On that we both agree," he said with a laugh. She was fat, had light brown hair and wore glasses. She had a cute face, though, that wasn't too porky or pig looking and was, in fact, quite cute. She would do, he guessed. He needed to get his cock into something. "I need to get out of here." "Why," he frowned. "You're as pretty as they are." "God, you are such a liar," she laughed. "I'm fat." She sounded bitter. "My stomach isn't going to win me any beauty pageants." He said with a grin. She shrugged. "I'm not getting any from anyone here, nor am I getting any conversation." "I'm not going to be taken just because I'm the last on the list." "You obviously came here for the same reason I did." "True," she nodded. A moan interrupted them. The two watched a couple that made the noise. The girl wasn't resisting as the young man moved his hands around her body loosening her clothes. Neither seemed to mind that they were in a room with other people around. "You're right," Emily said. "About what?" "I do need it," she breathed. "Why don't we find a place more comfortable?" "Okay." They searched the house and found an open room. Once she walked in she said, "Look, no funny stuff." "Okay." "You know what I mean right?" He could guess, "Yes." She nodded. James started stripping off, yes he had a belly on him, but it wasn't huge. His cock was reasonably long and not too thick. Emily liked the look of his balls. She was nervous, it had been a long time since she'd been naked in front of everyone and her emotions were in turmoil. "If it makes you feel any better," James said, "I'm nervous as hell." "Really?" "I'm in front of a woman I find attractive," James shrugged. "Of course I'm nervous." She flushed, he found her attractive. Emily took off her coat and bag and kicked off her shoes, she then undid her blouse and slid it off, exposing her heavy-set shoulders and the excess flesh that hung from her upper arms. Her large belly hung over the waistband of her skirt, while the smallish breasts remained encased in a sensible bra. She watched as he stroked his cock. "God," she blurted out. "What?" "It is a nice cock." He smiled, "You have nice tits." "Thanks." She unfastened the clasp of her bra freeing the disproportionately small breasts, then removed her skirt and pulled down her tights so that they bundled around her ankles. "Jesus." "I should go," she started saying, suddenly unsure of herself. She went to get dressed but he moved over to her, his hand took her head and he leaned down and kissed her. The two moaned into each other's mouth's and for a moment were lost in the bliss. When he pulled away, she looked up at him. "You do find me attractive." "Yes." His breath was almost a whisper. James moved his hand between her legs and she breathed in, he felt her moist lips and pushed a finger inside her. Emily groaned and looked away, her breathing heavy, her breasts lifting up and down. They stripped off properly and she got onto the bed, "Do you want to ride me?" "I want to eat you out first." She moaned, pinched her nipples, and nodded. She was shy around most people and men in particular. They didn't usually find her attractive and tended to shy away from her. On more than one occasion she'd been called fatty, but for some reason with James she felt different, freer somehow. He inserted one thick finger in the crease of her ass, caressing the puckered opening. Emily jumped in surprise even as her pussy clenched with growing need. Cream oozed from her slit, coating her folds. She wanted more. Tremors shook her thighs as her inner muscles clamped down hard. James pulled his finger out and circled her opening. She whimpered in need. Desperately... He parted her folds with his thumbs and then leaned forward. Emily held her breath, not quite certain what to expect. She'd read about this sort of thing, but no other man had tasted her there James slid two fingers inside her, pushing all doubts aside. She arched her hips, wanting him deeper. James then buried his face in her pussy and found the bud of nerves at the apex and sucked it into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue. Emily cried out at the intensity of the pleasure. It bordered on pain, but she wanted more. He slid his fingers out of her pussy and then drove them deep as he continued to lap and suck on her clit. He lapped at her swollen flesh, licking and sucking. His fingers found a rhythm, sliding in and out of her slick channel. The contractions started and she knew she was going over the edge. "Oh, my God!" She bucked her hips as he frigged her hard. He pulled his face away from her pussy and as he pumped her, her squelching became evident. Emily didn't care, it was the first real, decent orgasm she'd had in some time, since, well, forever. She came and slumped back down, her breathing fast and shallow. James kissed the inside of her thighs, the smell of her pussy thick in the air. He groaned as she fluttered her eyes and looked at him. "Emily?" "James," she breathed. "How are you?" "God, that was hot." "Yes, it was." She moaned. "I guess we're done now?" "No," he shook his head. "Oh?" He knelt up, his cock aching. "Would you like me to?" "Only what you want to do," James said. "I won't force you to do anything." She nodded. "I need it," she reached over and took his cock in her hand and gently massaged it, her hand moving up and down its length. He groaned and sat back, enjoying her administrations, and then, much to his surprised, she started sucking on it. Emily stopped and moved over him. James knew where this was going, desire filled both of them, the big fat girl who never got any, the not so slim guy who didn't get any either. "Fuck." James looked into her eyes, "Do it." James flexed his hips and surged inward. It was a tight fit. It had been a long time for her and he wasn't a small man. Her slick channel wrapped around his cock, contracting to pull him deeper. He used both hands on her waist, guiding her down his shaft one inch at a time until he was buried to the hilt. "Oh, Jesus, that's tight." "God," she put her hands on his shoulders and groaned, her hips moving in that old, distinctive rhythm. He found it with his own hips, moving in time with hers, the two lost in time and enjoyment as he held her hips with one hand and a breast with the other. His hips slammed upward as she dropped back down on his shaft. How long? It felt like hours, but the reality of it was much, much shorter. He felt his balls building and moved his hand between her legs, he found her clit with an eager finger and began rubbing it gently but furiously. He wanted her to cum, wanted to feel her orgasm as he emptied his balls deep inside her vulnerable womb. "I'm cumming," she cried out. So to was he, she pushed down, thrusting her breasts out as she wailed out a good, hard cum. James arched up, thrusting his cock into her and blasted her with his milky juice. Emily fell backwards onto the bed, puffing and panting again. Three orgasms in one night, three, she couldn't believe it. James moved up beside her, his hand reached for and cupped the swell of her bosom. "James?" "I want your phone number." She looked at him, his eyes seemed clear, crystal clear, and they looked at her with lust. She nodded, "You want to, again?" "I want to fuck you," he gently squeezed her breast. "Regularly." "I don't just want sex." "Then be my girlfriend." Her heart skipped a beat. "Seriously?" "Very." "What about your friends," she sighed. "Won't you be embarrassed, dating the fat chick?" "You think I give a fuck what they think?" "I'd like to be your girlfriend." "You are close to me?" She shrugged, James told her where he lived, she nodded. "We should get dressed." She nodded in agreement and the two of them got up and dressed. He watched her and when she was ready he moved into her arms and held her against him. "Can I kiss you again?" She nodded and he lowered his lips to hers. She opened her lips and his tongue slid inside. They kissed and his hand seemed to find its own way to her ass and gripped it. When they were finished his hands left her body and one hand found and held one of hers. She smiled gave his hand a squeeze with hers. The two walked out of the room hand in hand. Steven was nowhere to be seen as they left. The phone rang. He grabbed it, looked at the clock and frowned, "James speaking." "James," the voice said. "It's Emily." He sat up in bed and gripped his cock. "I need you, James." "Come over, I'm hard." She moaned. "I'll be there soon." James smiled as he hung up the phone. He had a girlfriend and he was happy for a change.