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Emily Ch. 01

By: Otazel



Emily's parents were of Jamaican origin, Christian upbringing, and Victorian morality. She was, they informed her, going to act like any God-fearing black girl should with regard to sex, and keep herself intact for her eventual God-fearing black husband. Little wonder then that at age 20 years she was still technically a virgin, although an experimental church candle on her eighteenth birthday had already performed the actual deflowering. It should be said that the candle was an act of covert defiance and rebellion that had been so completely devoid of pleasure that it had put her off any further sexual self-experimentation of any kind. Emily had still to experience an orgasm.

It must also be said that she had become somewhat disillusioned with a life that seemed to be going from bad to worse. Having just lost her job in a sportswear shop for repulsing the advances of the middle-aged God-fearing black manager, she was horrified to be rebuked by her parents for 'leading him on', as he had told them. So, unjustly censured by her parents for having 'loose morals' and getting herself sacked, she had made the life changing decision to 'up sticks' and to venture out into the big wide world. Being a 'good girl' had, it seemed, just resulted in her being a boring stay-at-home who still got into trouble, so she might as well see what life had to offer before she bored herself to death. 

It was that decision that had brought her to a holiday theme park in the east of England to help in a burger bar, 'accommodation supplied'. Such a place, she reasoned, might just provide the stimulation she needed to dip her toe into what she considered to be the real world, where God did not threaten dire retribution for acknowledging the natural urges that He Himself had created.

The accommodation turned out to be a holiday chalet halfway up a hillside lined with such chalets and which she shared with two other girls. It was basic but liveable and her 'housemates', Terri and Samantha, were both about her age, white, and definitely non-virginal. They were both also on the late shift which meant that most of the time Emily had the chalet to herself when she wasn't working. That was good in many ways, for it gave her a retreat, her own space for when the world crowded in a little. She just wasn't used to having lively young people around her all the time and would have found their way of life difficult to adjust to in one go.

Even so, in most respects Emily managed well and made friends with surprising ease. Her easy manner and her sunny Jamaican smile, coupled with her obvious inexperience and naivety endeared her to almost everyone she ran into. No-one had a bad word to say about her; even her supervisor praised her work rate and cheerful disposition, and she soon learned to parry the flirtatious comments of her customers and to laugh at their ribald jokes, even though she didn't always understand them. It took her less than fortnight to decide that the move had been the right one and that she was happy in her new surroundings.

The chalets at the end of the park where Emily lived were older than the others and only allocated to staff members. She was glad of this because it meant that she didn't have to cope with the paying public during her off duty hours and after finishing her shift she soon adopted the practise of sitting out on the chalet's veranda to enjoy a cup of tea in the early evening sunshine. Alcohol wasn't her thing, she'd simply never learned to enjoy the taste, and so she used the tea to help her unwind at the end of the working day. As she sat there she would gaze over the park, watching the holidaymakers wander too and fro, listen to the faint music and distant screams from the fairground rides, and generally soak up the relaxed atmosphere. 

Then one evening she noticed movement in the next chalet down the hill from her own. This caught her attention briefly as the two young men who had been quartered there had been sacked after only a couple of days for some misdemeanour, though she wasn't sure what, and the place had been empty ever since. Now, from her vantage point higher up the slope Emily could look down through the chalet windows and she could see a man and a woman were moving in, though her raised viewpoint showed only their legs walking about. She wondered idly who they were and where they might be working, but she soon lost interest and returned to her tea, her gaze wandering across the park once more. It would be two nights later when her interest would be drawn sharply back to the newcomers.

On this particular occasion Emily had made her tea and taken up her station on the veranda when her eyes were drawn to movement within the other chalet. At first she was unable to work out what she was looking at, but then things fell into place and, her hand flying to her mouth and her eyes on proverbial stilts, she understood exactly what was happening. 

The woman in the chalet was sitting in a chair diagonally facing the window and she was naked - well, naked from the waist down at least, for that was all Emily could see of her. Not only that but her legs were spread wide apart and her hand was between them, clearly playing with her pussy. Emily was both fascinated and appalled. She knew of masturbation of course, but she had never seen anyone doing it, man or woman, and certainly didn't expect to see it here, almost in public. She sat transfixed, unable to take her eyes away, feeling guilty for watching yet powerless to stop herself. As for the woman herself, she continued oblivious to her audience, her fingers speeding up as they worked on her womanhood until suddenly, with jerking hips and legs, she reached her climax. Emily was spellbound, staring at this spectacle of unashamed sexuality. That must have been an orgasm, she thought to herself, rightly interpreting the unfamiliar movements. 

All of a sudden Emily was wracked with shame and guilt at watching this very intimate and personal activity below her, and she jumped up and retreated hastily into the chalet. She would apologise, she thought, the next time she saw the woman, then realised that she wouldn't know her if she met her, having seen only her legs and her... her... well, her pelvic area! And even if she did know her, there was no way she could mention it, for the woman clearly didn't realise she'd been seen and it would only embarrass her. 'Sleeping dogs', she said to herself finally, 'sleeping dogs'.

The next evening Emily was initially a little reluctant to sit out on her veranda, but there was no sign of life below and she settled back into her usual chair, tea by her side, pleased to be once more undisturbed. She was surprised and a little alarmed then to feel a twinge of disappointment at the absence of action in the other chalet. She also stayed outside rather longer than was her custom, something, she convinced herself, to do with her tea being extra hot tonight and nothing at all to do with waiting for something to happen. 

Eventually both male and female legs appeared, settled themselves into chairs and began, presumably, to watch television. Emily finished her tea and went inside.

Throughout that evening and during work the next day Emily was unable to stop thinking about what she had seen two nights previously. It was, she concluded, something that would not be repeated, but that she could learn from. Obviously the girl concerned had taken pleasure from what she was doing, and if - and Emily was unknowingly conceding the possibility now - if she ever wanted to do something similar, then at least she knew now where to start. She was fascinated by the episode and its ramifications. 

Tea making was a much speeded up process the next night, a teabag in a mug sufficing for once, as Emily acknowledged her curiosity and interest. Settled in her chair, already turned a little so that it faced directly towards the other chalet, Emily feigned interest on the rest of the park, but kept a sharp sideways lookout on the window below. For a little while nothing happened, then female jeans clad legs walked into the room, stood facing the window for a minute or so, before they disappeared again. 

Emily watched and waited, her eyes fixed on the chalet window and the empty room behind it, but nothing happened except that her tea went cold. Finally, convinced that there was nothing to be seen this time, Emily picked up her mug, determined this time not to be silly enough to sit out waiting for whatever was not going to happen. But before she could follow her intent of going indoors and throwing away the wasted tea, the jeans walked back into the room. This time hands began to unfasten them, and Emily put her mug back down and watched. 

The jeans were soon a puddle of blue on the floor, joined rapidly by a pair of black knickers, and the legs settled themselves in the same chair as before. Emily's heart began to pound in anticipation, was she about to see another display?

It seems she was, because one of the legs hooked itself over the arm of the chair, bringing the woman's pussy directly into Emily's line of sight, and even from her viewpoint some twenty feet away, she could clearly see the fleshy lips and shiny opening displayed before her. Emily stared at this brazen exhibition, spellbound and shocked in turn, but just like before she was both unable and unwilling to look away.

This time when the hand began to play it seemed taking much more time over things. Taking it easy, making long slow movements over and around it, and holding open the pussy lips with two fingers while playing with the clitoris with another. At first it was a much less frantic and a much more sensual affair than the last time, as if the owner of the hand was trying to demonstrate just how they liked to masturbate, but as arousal grew then so did the force and speed of the movements, until all three fingers were rubbing at the little bud unmercifully. 

This time the woman's climax was massive. Her hips raised themselves from the chair, her body spasmed and her legs opened and closed over her flying fingers. Emily thought, though she couldn't be sure, that she heard a voice yelling 'yes' over and over. She was mesmerized, unable to look away even if she had wanted to, and certainly unaware that her right hand had crept unnoticed between her legs and was gently massaging her own pussy through the thin material of her dress.

It was not until the movements below ceased and the woman slumped in her chair with legs still wide open and her hand lying quiet across her stomach, that Emily realised with a jolt just what she was now doing herself, and how disturbingly good it felt. She snatched her guilty hand away from her crotch, grabbed up her mug, and hurriedly retreated once more into her chalet, her face aflame with shame and embarrassment.

All evening Emily rolled the events over and over in her mind. Why was she so enthralled by a stranger masturbating? Why didn't she find it as shameful as she had been brought up to believe? More importantly, why had it aroused her own sexual feelings, feelings that had lain dormant until now? Eventually she went to bed promising herself, even though she doubted she could keep it, that she would never watch again. This, she thought, would solve the problem.

But lying in bed only brought another thought to the fore. What about herself? Should she allow herself to masturbate? She had, after all, left home in order to be free of outdated morality and petty restrictions. Thinking along those lines it did not take her long to convince herself that she should at least experiment to find out what it was like, and her hand made its way inside her pyjamas. At least she would do it in private.

Emily's inexperienced fingers explored her pussy very tentatively, not sure where and how to touch herself. Everything she did, she soon decided, felt nice, and there seemed nothing that she was likely to do that might hurt. She discovered that her vagina was already wet and slippery, something that surprised her until she thought about it, and a fingertip found its way just inside with no trouble at all, giving her a pleasant, rather sinful, sensation. Further exploration and the memory of the other woman's actions brought her fingers to her clitoris and a gasp to her lips. Her little bud was engorged and standing almost free of its hood, the fingertip that first unexpectedly touched it sent a small shockwave of pleasure running through her. 

She could understand her neighbours wish for more of that, she thought, and, lying on her back with her legs open in a very unladylike manner, Emily began her first serious attempt to masturbate. At first the sensations were merely pleasant, the pleasure added to by her free hand that had made its way unbidden to her breast where it began playing with her rubbery little nipple. Then, as she became more adept at playing with herself and began to find just which pressures and movements had the best effect, the sensations intensified and she began to gasp from little jolts of pleasure that ran through her.

Soon she started to feel a feeling of warmth building deep within her body, seated right inside her pelvis and radiating outwards to engulf her whole being. It was the most intense sensation she had yet experienced and she wondered for a moment if it was an orgasm. Then she realised it couldn't be, as the only two times she'd seen someone 'cum' it had been a dramatic happening, not the creeping pleasure she was enjoying. It was, she rightly concluded, the build up to an orgasm rather than the event itself. It was also, she told herself, her body telling her that she was doing the right things and that she should keep going. 

Soon the feelings had increased noticeably, her fingers had automatically speeded up, her breath was coming in tight little gasps, her hips were beginning to lose control with tiny little jerks and twitches, and she suddenly realised she was on the brink of cumming, on the verge of her very first orgasm - and her housemates came home.

Emily snatched away her hand as if they could see her through the bedroom door and in the darkness, desperately trying to control her breathing, and curled herself tightly onto her side, her mind a cauldron of shame, anger, and frustration. How could she have let herself do such a thing to herself, and why couldn't Samantha and Terri have been just ten minutes later. Her body hurt with need, she could feel the ache in her loins where the aborted orgasm was slowly dying away. Her mind was torn between self-pity at her failure to cum, self-loathing at doing such a degrading thing in the first place, and misplaced fury at the other girls for spoiling her experience. Her tears ran down her cheeks as she quietly sobbed into her pillow, listening to the rattle of coffee cups and the bright chatter of the other two girls.

The next evening the woman in the next chalet was there again. This time she was already seated and playing with herself when Emily sat down, and once more Emily was totally unable to resist watching. Emily envied her, able to masturbate with no inhibitions and no guilt. 

Now that she had tried it for herself - well, nearly anyway - Emily could distinguish between the stages that the woman was going through, from the initial slow and gentle stimulation to the frantic dash to the finishing line as the orgasm overwhelmed her. This time she was careful not to let her hand stray onto her own body, though she could feel that she was aroused by what she was witnessing, for she had definitely decided that she would try again herself this weekend when the two girls had booked time off to visit home. This was Wednesday, and until Saturday she was determined not to touch herself, no matter what. This time she would do it properly or not at all, she just hoped that her exhibitionist neighbour would be on show to give her the necessary initial impetus.

It was not easy, but Emily resisted her temptations, mostly by finding jobs to do to keep herself occupied almost until the other two came home, and the night eventually passed without frustrations. In the morning she rose, showered, dressed and left for work with an efficiency that got her there twenty minutes ahead of time, but it had the desired effect.

Determined to break what she saw as a developing pattern, Emily decided to take a slightly different and longer route home, a route that took her past the paddling pool and the children's zoo. Animals, especially the cuddlier ones, had always fascinated Emily and she had wished several times that she had been able to work in the zoo instead of with the caterers, so she dawdled a little as she passed, wondering if next year might bring the chance.

As she made her way towards the exit the day shift of zoo staff were clocking out also and she found herself walking alongside two other women on their way home. Both women were in their mid thirties, slim, blonde, and attractive, with smart white overall coats, not quite what Emily would have expected from a zoo and looking more like nurses. Her puzzled look must have been familiar to them. 

"We run the crèche, not the actual zoo or the pool." The taller one explained, smiling. "So we get to wear these." 

"You're from the burger van by the entrance, aren't you?" The other asked, looking at the catering tabard Emily carried and effortlessly accepting her into their company.

Emily agreed that she was and the trio fell into easy conversation. Wondering if either of them knew anything about recruitment at the zoo, Emily started to quiz them about it. The crèche, it seemed, had nothing to do with the zoo directly, so neither could give any real information, but the taller woman promised Emily that she would look out the name and phone number of the manager, which she believed she had in her quarters.

By now they had reached the roadway that led to the chalet complex and also to the village road, and there it seemed the two white women were going separate ways. As they stopped to say their goodnights Emily walked slowly on, not wanting to interrupt private conversations.

"Do you live in a chalet?" Again it was the tall woman who called to her.

Emily nodded and she continued. "So do I, hang on a minute and I'll walk with you, if that's alright?" A couple of minutes later and the two were beginning the climb up the chalet field road. 

"If you live up here, you might as well call in and I'll get you that 'phone number. I'm Gina, by the way." 

"Yes, that would be nice of you, thank you. And I'm Emily." Emily felt pleased to have made a new friend.

"No problem, I'll make us a coffee as well, if you like?"

"Thanks, but I'd prefer tea, if you don't mind?"

"Tea it is." The woman smiled and they dropped into small talk as they climbed the hill. Soon they were nearly level with Emily's chalet, and she was beginning to wonder how much further up the road Gina lived.

"Right, here we are, come in and I'll make us that tea."

For a minute Emily was confused, then realisation came and she stood horror-struck staring at the chalet next to hers, the one Gina was indicating. This then must be the woman who had been unwittingly showing herself to Emily each night. How could she now possibly drink tea with her, or even talk normally to her, knowing what she did about her personal habits. 

Gina saw Emily's confusion and tipped her head quizzically to one side, then her face brightened and she snapped her fingers.

"You must be the girl from next door; I've seen you on your veranda."

Emily nodded mutely, thankful for once of the colour of her skin that would help hide the blush that flamed across her cheeks.

"How nice to meet you at last, come on in." Gina had apparently no idea of Emily's discomfort, so she breathed deeply and smiled, hoping hat she could still pull off the air of innocence that she was trying to hide behind. She couldn't suddenly reject the offer of tea that she had so willingly accepted a few minutes before. That would simply give the game away; she would have to bluff it out.


Emily Ch. 01



Emily hurried home. She had to finish packing and make a few stops in order to get to the airport on time. She was leaving town to see her Master. It had been awhile since they had been together and she missed Him terribly. As always, she wanted Him to remember their time together fondly, and she had to be prepared. 

She had received her confirmation through her post office box, earlier in the week. The only mail she received there was from Him. On occasion, He would send her packages, sometimes letters, and every so often, a room key; along with a plane ticket and simple instructions, as He had this time. She had spent the better part of the week making the proper arrangements for her absence. For the next few days, she would be leaving her "vanilla" life behind. Vanilla is a very good flavor. Comfortable, tasty, satisfactory to most... Every now and then, Emily craved her "chocolate". That's what her Master was to her, chocolate. Chocolate that fulfilled her needs; satisfied her craving, and touched the fire in her soul. The fire that her "vanilla" world could never come close to igniting...

Emily and her Master had known each other for some time. Their relationship had developed steadily over time, and they were quite fond of each other. In the beginning, Emily had not known exactly what she had wanted, but there was something about this man who reached into her like no one ever had, or what she had come to realize, never could. He had been patient with her, and trained her as to what pleased Him. She was a very obedient and observant. She listened to every word He ever uttered to her, and absorbed it. Every sound He made was etched into her brain, cataloged away for future reference. Over time, she knew what He wanted almost before He did, and it pleased Him well. She was content to please Him during their time together, and would regress back to her other world when she returned home. 

Neither Emily nor her Master, who was Brad in his everyday life, were young people. They weren't old either, but rather, "seasoned". They had lived enough life experiences to know what they wanted from their lives, and were elated that they had found each other.

When the plane landed, she blended with the other travelers hustling to the baggage claim area. From there she hailed a taxi to take her to the hotel; where she would wait for Him. From the time she left the house for the airport, she began her transformation. She was no longer Emily, but "pet" as He called her. She arrived at the hotel, and went to the room. She had arrived a little early. She had a few hours before He would arrive. She wanted some time to herself, to prepare herself for the weekend.

Emily, or "pet", smiled as she entered the room. It was large and masculine, just like her Master. The bed was massive. It was a four-poster bed with dark ornate wood. The coverings were soft and thick. There was a leather couch in a sitting area, and a coffee table in front of it. Next to the couch was a large wing chair. Every piece in the room and every color were earthy and complimentary to everything else. The drapes on the French doors that led to the balcony were white and semi-sheer. The ceilings were very high in the room which led the eye to believe that the room was even bigger. As she continued her self guided tour to the bathroom, she smiled even deeper. The bathroom was enormous with a very large shower stall and separate soaking bathtub. Next to the bathtub was a large window. It was on the same side of the room as the balcony, and thus they had the same view; of the ocean. The entire room was done in marble. Of course, Master had chosen very well. 

As Emily walked back into the bedroom, she noticed a large box in the credenza. The box was gold and had a large black bow on it. She smiled and rushed over to the box. She stopped and looked at it for a moment. There was a note on top of it with "e" written on the envelope. She picked it up and opened it. There was a card inside, and she recognized her Master's handwriting. 

Open the gift pet. Meet me in the lobby bar at 8:00. M

Emily excitedly opened the box. Inside was a black silk dress. Simple, but very elegant. Also inside the box was a pair of black satin shoes and a delicate black leather collar. She took the dress out of the box and laid it on the bed. She placed the shoes on the floor next to the bed, very carefully; as if they were precious items. To her they were; they had been chosen by her Master. 

She took one last glance at the items and went into the bathroom to take a shower. She languished in the heat of the water and the strong stream and pressure emitting from the shower heads. She felt as if she were in another world. When she finished, she stepped out of the stall and quickly dried herself. She rubbed some rich lotion into her skin and wrapped in a fluffy robe. She combed out her hair and went out the balcony to let it dry. She sat on the floor with the French doors open and folded her legs under her. She was completely calm and very relaxed. 

Performing this ritual reminded her of the first time she met her Master. She had been with Him several times, and spoke to Him often over the phone and also via emails. They had met many months prior to their first face-to-face meeting, and Emily had been very nervous. Through getting to know Him better and many realizations about herself as well, she had begun the ritual of taking some time prior to her Master's arrival to meditate, thus clearing her mind of the other part of her "life" and focus on Master and His needs. 

Emily was a very intelligent and perceptive person. Since she had known her Master, she had evolved into a remarkable submissive to her Master. Although she enjoyed being the bottom to her Master's top, she was by no means weak or helpless. She needed her strength both physically and mentally in order to serve her Master well.

She thought of how they had first met. His words had always been very strong and powerful and from the very beginning, touched her very deeply. Their conversations had begun slowly but were often and grew in intensity each time. At first she was a little frightened by His directness, but He always seemed to be able to say just the right thing to dispel her fears.

He had been upfront and direct from the beginning with what He was looking for and she found that many of the things that He had described and indicated were a direct compliment to what she wanted and needed in her life, even if she hadn't been aware of it prior to their meeting. He wanted a submissive, and she wanted a Master. Through the course of their budding relationship, the two had decided it was time to meet in person. They set up a time and place, by mutual planning, and the day had arrived.

Being a cautious and intelligent woman, she had asked that they meet in a public place, and just talk. She knew that the dynamic would change a bit; being with Him in person would bring everything into reality. He had arrived at the disclosed location first, and when she arrived, He saw her and just watched her approach. He had been very impressed with her. The way she carried herself and how she looked; He had been attracted to her, but was surprised and impressed to see her in the flesh. She had been very nervous, but once she was next to Him, the nerves turned to excitement. She was awestruck by how handsome he was, and the strength in His eyes.

They had talked for many hours. Time had seemed to stand still for everything else but the two of them. They had decided to get some dinner and go to His hotel room. Once in his room, they first sat, then lay on the bed, and talked even more. When she talked, He simply listened and watched her. He looked into her eyes, and was amused by the vibrancy he found within her. He watched her words as they formed on her mouth, and suddenly, he kissed her. He brushed her lips very softly but swiftly before the actual kiss, and then kissed her gently but firmly. As she met His kiss and responded in kind, he placed his fingers on her jaw. Neither one wanted to break; thus the kiss deepened. She had raised her head a little in order to deepen the kiss, and He placed his hand behind it, to hold her there. He wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her closer. She knew by the way He moved his fingers slightly that he liked the feel of them interlaced in her soft long hair. 

He had felt her body tremble slightly under His fingers on her back, but the more he stroked her softly, she more at ease she had become. She still remembered how warm his lips were, and smooth. She also remembered how comfortable and protected she felt in His arms. He had slid His fingers down her back and pulled her hips close to His. She felt His desire for her through His jeans. As she sat and thought about it, at that very moment, she became wet once again. The anticipation that she would be able to touch Him and feel Him touching her again, in a short time, aroused her very much.

She had wrapped her arms around His broad shoulders and pressed herself even further to Him. He slid His knee between her legs and rested it against the bed. The top of His thigh was pressed against her most intimate place. In response, she wrapped her leg over His hip. At the time, she hadn't anticipated that things would become so physical on their first face-to-face meeting; in fact she had made a point of making that clear to Him. She did not feel pressured by Him by any means, but rather let the flow of the moment be the guide to what would happen next.

The vibrations of His gentle murmurs against her ears, lips and throat had made her light-headed. She could think of nothing or no one that she had wanted more than she wanted Him at that moment. She took His hand, placed her lips in His palm and kissed Him there. She felt Him throb against her. She placed His hand on her breast and looked into His eyes. His eyes were on fire for wanting her. Her eyes had told Him, please, touch me; touch me and don't stop... She smiled and tears formed as she remembered that first time. She had let Him lead her and she was very eager to follow. He didn't rush her, but rather let her eyes tell Him how far he could go. They had undressed each other slowly, each savoring the newly exposed flesh of the other. When they were both finally naked, they simply held each other, pressing every possible inch together. She had thought about what their first encounter would be like, and she had resigned herself to deciding that she had wanted it to be intimate but gentle. As the day had progressed, she had discovered that she had been much more trusting and comfortable with Him than she ever thought possible. Being in the moment, and having Him close to her, her body wanted more. All she could think of was the pleasure of pleasing Him. Fulfilling His needs and desires became the forefront of her own desires. She couldn't get enough of Him. 

The kissing had begun again, only this time it had been different; more ardent. With His kisses, she felt as though He wanted to devour her, eat her alive. His lips, and then teeth seared and marked her flesh, and she found that she wanted more. She relished in the tingle that His roughness left on her skin. She wanted more, so much more... Her body arched and squirmed when His teeth raked her painfully hard nipples. She groaned deeply when His teeth caught them, and pulled. He left them sore and throbbing as He blazed a trail down her belly, to her thighs. He parted them easily; she felt as though she were on fire, from the inside out. She felt the back of His fingers gently caress her soft smooth flesh and thinking about the sensation made them tremble all over again. She had laid flat on the bed, with her hands fisted in the bedcovers. He had told her, "relax, pet..." but that did little to quell her excitement, in fact it fueled it. The sound of His voice went through her, to her bones, into her blood. She had never experienced the feeling of someone truly "owning" her, but when the shivers went through her, be it with His touch or His voice, she knew all too well what it meant. She loved it.

When she felt the wet heat of His tongue where His fingers had been, she cried out. His tongue was followed by His lips, and then His teeth as He nipped and bit His way up; first one thigh, then the other. He had known that she was so aroused, nervous, and excited; He would barely have to touch her and should would cum. He didn't want that yet. He stopped and moved up so that He was over her. His hands were braced on either side of her shoulders, His knees between her legs. He looked at her, she had her eyes closed. 

"Look at me pet," he said softly. She opened her eyes and looked at Him, into His. "Relax, pet, just breathe....We aren't in a hurry are we?" He asked and smiled at her. 

She shook her head gently in response. She raised her hand to touch him and he caught her hand, and kissed it. "No pet, leave your arms and legs where I place them. Do you trust me?" She looked at Him, awestruck. 

"Okay, I'll do what you ask" she replied softly. 

He smiled at her again, and kissed her. The kiss was rough, but in a passionate way. She knew how badly He wanted her; almost as much as she wanted Him. He placed her arms above her head.

This time when He lowered Himself between her legs she watched Him. He kissed her hipbones, brushed His lips on her flesh, just above her neatly groomed hairline. He spread her legs farther and settled there. Just the feel of His warm breath there made her tremble. She didn't dare move, but with every stroke of his fingers, lips or tongue, made her body jump. 

"I will not let you get off so easily next time pet," He told her. 

With that, all at once, He placed His tongue at the top of her lips and pressed. Her body opened for Him, wanting Him to climb inside. From there His tongue pressed a little harder, and lower, to rest on her aching clit. She was soaking wet. Her honey was sweet and oh so warm. Her clit throbbed under His tongue; He knew that her body truly belonged to Him. He sucked on her velvet folds, enjoying listening to her moan, whimper and purr, all at he same time. He began to move His tongue in small but tight circles. Her hips instinctively began to move in a counter circle. His fingers dug into her thighs, which he spread even wider. She couldn't move and His tongue was relentless. He could feel her body tremble; He knew she would cum soon. Just as the waves took her, he slid two fingers inside her. He felt her entire body tense and shake. The sound of her breathing/panting coupled with the moans made His throbbing cock pound. He wanted so badly to replace his fingers in her tight wet cunt; he wanted His cock to be sucked in there just as His fingers were. 

He had expected since she had cum quite hard that she would be somewhat relaxed. Although she was breathing heavily and a light sheen of perspiration had formed on her skin, when he again braced himself over her and looked into her eyes, he saw nothing but fire. 

"May I touch You Master?" she asked softly. He grinned at her, surprised that she had called Him Master. 

"You may." was His reply. 

She ran her hands over His chest and belly, and pulled Him close to her. She kissed Him, hard. She licked His lips, and when He slid His tongue in her mouth, she sucked it. 

"MMMMM I like the way I taste on Your mouth..." she teased Him lustily. 

He backed up a bit and she scrambled off the bed, to get on her knees in front of Him. She guided Him the sit on the edge of the bed. 

"What do you want pet?" He asked her in a husky voice. 

"To taste You..." she said. 

He leaned back a bit, resting on His hands and watched her. She looked directly into his eyes and without using her hands, placed her lips on the head of His pounding cock. Her tongue ran over the tip, tasting His juices that had collected there. He watched her swallow, ingesting Him inside her. She placed her tongue against the cleft on the underside of the head and swirled in slow circles, all while keeping her lips wrapped around the head. It was then that he realized that she wasn't doing what she was for His pleasure, but her own. His cock throbbed under her touch. She slowly slid her mouth down His shaft, then, slowly pulled back to the tip, popping the ridge in and out of her lips, and then sliding down again. He hadn't wanted to cum in her mouth, not this time. 

"Does my pet want to be fucked?" he asked. 

"Yes Master, please..." her eyes twinkled and she smiled. 

He stood up and grabbed her arms, pulling her to her feet. He kissed her again very hard, bruising her mouth, and then shoved her to the bed.

He climbed over her and grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head. He was between her spread legs, and he moved his knees slightly, to spread them even farther. "Show me..." He growled at her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and lifted herself slightly so as to line herself with His more than ready cock. Once she wiggled a little to get into position, he shoved into her, all at once. Her hot wet core; throbbing, sucking, pulling him in deeper... He had thought about fucking her for a long time, and now he was finally inside her. She had raised her legs a bit more so he could be deeper. His balls felt as though they would penetrate her ass. His body couldn't take anymore. He started to pound into her. He couldn't remember anything or anyone that he wanted to exert more force towards. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, harder and harder... Their bodies like a piston, grinding and pounding together. He could feel her begin to cum again. The way she moaned, the way she breathed, drove Him mad. When she cried out, "OH GOD YES!!!! HURT ME!!!!PLEASEEEE!!!!" It was His undoing. He came so hard he felt as though he were being turned inside out. The waves continued for as long as His body could. He couldn't get enough of her either.

He lowered himself on top of her, gently. They both were out of breath and exhausted. When he moved off of her, she slid off the bed quietly and returned from the bathroom with a warm wet washcloth, and cleaned His sated manhood, gently. He simply watched her, and she looked at him, with a very happy and content look on her face. When finished, she climbed back into bed next to him and in His arms, fell asleep.

Emily opened her eyes and looked at the clock. She decided she had better get ready; she didn't want to be late for Master.

She emerged from the bathroom, and headed for the dress she was to wear, hanging in the closet. She was naked. She wore only a minimum of make-up and had her hair done up, held tightly by a single clip. She wore no jewelry; she knew she would wear her collar. Once she zipped up the dress and slipped on the shoes, she took a last glance in the mirror to check her appearance. Simple and elegant. She smiled; she knew Master would be pleased. She placed her collar in her small purse and went out the door. It was 7:45.

When she got off the elevator and made her way to the lobby bar, she looked straight ahead. She did not make eye contact with anyone along the way. Definitely not with any men, but plenty certainly tried to catch her eye. When she got into the bar, she chose a small table in the center of the room, and ordered a club soda with lemon. She sat quietly and waited.

At 7:58, her Master arrived. He paused as He walked in the door, and just watched her. She looked so calm, so peaceful; and He knew she was His. Almost instinctively, as He stood there for a moment, she placed a few singles on the table near her glass and got up. She knew he was there for her. She could smell Him. She glanced up briefly, and saw Him. He was dressed in black as well. Black trousers and a black leather jacket. He had a grey turtleneck shirt under the jacket. He was a big man, so He was a definite presence in the bar, and she knew He was there for her. She was very excited, and also very aroused. To her, He was a God. She walked over to him quietly and stood in front of Him. She cast her eyes down and lowered her head slightly. 




Emily Ch. 01



"Look at me pet," he said to her softly and smiled. She looked fully into his eyes and smiled back at Him. 

"Your pet missed You Master, and she is very happy to see You", she replied. 

He placed His hand on her jaw and caressed her cheek with His thumb. 

"You look beautiful..." he said to her. She felt beautiful, more so than ever before. "Let's go pet, I have a cab waiting..." he said, and placed his hand on the small of her back to lead her out.

As the cab left the curb and traveled down the busy road, he placed his arm on the back of the seat and turned towards her slightly. 

"Is my pet prepared for me tonight?" he asked. 

She turned towards him and spread her legs slightly. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh and finally felt her soft wet skin. She had done as He wished her to; nothing under the dress, and was already aroused for Him. He slid His middle finger inside her, up to the knuckle, and rubbed her clit with His thumb, roughly. She remained silent save for the heavy breathing and slight squirming. The cab driver was trying to watch what was going on, and when Master's eyes caught his in the rear view mirror, the cabbie looked away quickly and thought better of looking again. Master knew He could get her off very easily, but He didn't want to, not yet. He stopped and withdrew His finger. He lifted them to her mouth and slid His finger in her mouth, just as He had done to her cunt. She looked into his eyes and licked his finger clean. He kissed her, and the cab pulled over to the curb. They had arrived at their destination. 

"Where is your collar?" he asked. 

"Right here." She said as she opened her purse. He placed it around her neck, and paid the driver. 

"I won't take you in here without your collar, pet..."he said as he closed the cab door.

Emily had no idea where they were. It didn't look to be the best of neighborhoods, and the building was sort of menacing; like an abandoned warehouse. Master produced a card key from His jacket pocket, and swiped it near the door. There was a loud buzz, and the door opened slightly. It was dark inside, but at the end of the corridor, there was a young man standing near a freight elevator. 

As they approached, he said quietly to Master, "Good evening Sir, may I see Your pass?" 

Again Master produced a card of some sort and the young man opened the gate to the elevator and the three of them stepped onto the platform. 

"Upstairs" Master replied.

As the elevator stopped, Emily was astonished at the atmosphere in the building. They stepped out into what appeared to be a restaurant; from the smell of the food being carried past, a very good restaurant at that. The room was full of people. Men, like her Master, with women or men with them, some were collared, some were not, and also women, or Mistresses, and their men, or women. The walls of the room were all brick, and very dark. Torches hung on the walls as did whips, chains and other various "torture" devices. The entire room had a bit of a medieval theme, with rich dark furnishings and carpets on the floors. In various spots in the room, suspended from the ceiling were cages. In the cages were young men or young women, all of which were naked. They all had iron collars around there necks, and some of them were rubbed raw. She followed closely to her Master as He led them to their table.

At the large round table, were two other "couples". One of them was an older man and a young woman, and the other was an older man and a younger man. The young man, who was unmistakably the slave, sat on the bare floor and ate scraps that were thrown at him by his Master. The young woman, who was obviously a submissive, was very frightened and nervous. She sat with her head down and from the looks of it, had been crying. Master seated Emily on a modest wooden stool, and then took His place in a large high backed chair with rich tapestry covering. Emily was very obedient and remained silent with her eyes downcast from any of the Dominants, but would cast glances around the room. She noticed at one of the tables, a young woman was lying flat, covered in food, fruit mostly, and men were eating it off of her; it appeared to be biting her as well. At another table, two young women were "feasting" on the lap of a Dominant as he ate His dinner. Some submissives sat at the table with their Masters, just as she did. Emily felt very lucky and grateful that her Master treated her so well. Master ordered a steak for himself, and roast chicken for Emily.

Emily continued to be silent although Master carried on what were at times heated conversations with the others at the table. Many of the Dominants seemed to know Master and some even stopped at the table to speak to Him. Throughout all of this, from time to time, Master would stroke her; her neck, back, thigh, whatever He wanted. She felt like a perfect pampered cat. By the time the food arrived, the couple, with the young frightened woman, was beginning to get on everyone's nerves. She was jumpy and whimpering. Her Master seemed to be abusive, and He didn't seem to know what He was doing. He slapped her from time to time, which only aggravated matters further. She was practically on the verge of hysterics. Emily knew that it was irritating her Master, and she wanted Him to enjoy himself. She glanced up and momentarily caught his eye. He looked at her and nodded slightly. She rose slightly and asked politely if she may speak quietly to the young girl. The old man told her to go ahead, but it wouldn't make any difference. She moved over smoothly and quietly to the girl and sat next to her. With the voices, music and other various loud noises in the restaurant, not the mention the acoustics of the high ceiling and the brick, no one could hear what Emily was whispering in the girl's ear. At one point the girl sat upright, almost surprised, and pulled back, to look Emily right in the eye. The young girl glanced around the room and then back at the old man. Emily continued to talk to her quietly for a few more moments. The girl looked at her and then at Master. The young girl sat up straighter, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and said she was sorry. She would behave for the rest of the evening. The other dinner guest, whom was still amused with the parlor tricks he was getting out of His young sub, was oblivious to the entire ordeal. Master beamed. He was proud of His pet. The old man was astonished. "I don't know what Your pet told this slut, but it must have been good," he said. He even insisted in buying dinner. Master led Emily out of the restaurant, and down a hallway towards the elevator. 

"I want to take you downstairs for a bit before we leave." He said. "By the way, what did you say to that girl?" 

Emily smiled at Him and squeezed His hand. "I asked her if he had kidnapped her. Surely she was free to go whenever she wanted. Then I asked her if she truly wanted a man to own her. I told her if she was a truly an obedient and valuable sub, she should behave and do as her Master wished. If she became a valuable sub, she could have her pick of any Master that she should choose; except for mine. Finally, I told her that a Master needs their sub just as much as a sub needs their Master; never forget that." 

Master threw His head back and laughed out loud at that. "Very true pet, very true!" he said with a smile. He kissed her and they got on the elevator platform once again. He told the young man to take them to the "cellar". The elevator hummed as it descended. Next stop was the sublevel, the "cellar".



Emily Ch. 01



It's a perfect early autumn day. I'm sitting on the front porch enjoying a cup of coffee on the sort of sunny day that will grow more and more rare as the days pass and turn toward winter.

Through the trees. I hear a car coming up the road and listen as it turns into the driveway. After minute I see Emily's little blue car round the corner on its way up the hill.

I haven't seen her in a while. She gets out of the car with her backpack and waves. I get up as she approaches and we meet with a friendly hug. There are greetings and chit-chat as she settles into a chair next to me.

I offer, "Would you like something to drink? Coffee maybe?"

"I brought vodka and cranberry," Emily replies reaching for her back pack.

I usually wouldn't drink hard alcohol this early in the day, but it's a curious thing for her to bring so I go inside to grab a couple of glasses and ice.

Emily mixes our drinks while telling me how she had just broken up with her latest boyfriend.

"He was sweet," she sighs, "and I can't really say what it was exactly, but he was just kind of ... dull."

I think to myself that I'm an odd person to come and have a break-up drink with. Emily and I don't really hang out much. We run into each other now and again at parties and whatnot, but that's about it.

"Sorry to hear that it didn't work out," I offer.

I notice that her drink is almost gone and look down at mine which is still half full.

She asks, "You just about ready for another one?"

"In a minute," I respond, "I'm kind of a slow drinker."

She swirls the last of her drink around for a moment before tilting her head back to finish it and says, "It was cool at first, but he was really dull in bed."

All I can think to say is, "Yeah, that can happen." 

It's kind of ironic, really. A year or so ago we had had sex and I thought the exact same thing about her. It had been Emily's idea. She had come over and pretty much just said "let's have sex". It had been somewhat abrupt, but at the time I had figured that it would be foolish to turn down such an offer. But, while she certainly got off a number of times, Emily had just lain there. Her general lack of energy made me uncomfortable, but she had said that it was all good. In the morning she got up and left and that was that. I figured that it had simply been a one-time event and that the chemistry was just totally wrong. Whatever it was, we still get along just fine.

She smiles and says, "You mind if I mix another one for myself?"

I stir from my thoughts, "Go for it. I'll be ready for another one in a minute. So was he just a total missionary man, or what?"

"Yeah," Emily sighs, "pretty much. I tried to give him some ideas, but he just didn't get it."

She takes a small sip. She must have reached her desired cruising altitude.

Emily gestures off into the air and tells me, "Like, we were hanging out with Lisa and some of her friends - well, your friends too, probably - and she was talking about some stuff that you guys had done and I was like 'that is so hot' but he didn't think so at all."

Lisa and I have been friends for years. Every now and then, when the stars are just right, we abandon ourselves to carnal games and pleasure. Lisa is the strong and bawdy type who sometimes wants to be dominated by someone that she trusts. We've played some wild games.

I grin a little and laugh, "Oh boy. What sorts of things was Lisa saying?"

Emily sits with her knees and thighs clenched together, as if she were wearing a skirt instead of jeans. There is somethig about her current posture and attitude that I find attractive.

"She told us about finding where you had snuck off to at a party once. She said that the woman you were with was calling you Sir and that you were telling her to ... do stuff," Emily describes as she squirms ever so slightly in her chair.

I query, "Stuff?" 

Emily could be talking about any number of parties, but now I'm suppressing a smile because I can see that Emily is intrigued by whatever she heard. Turned on maybe? Yeah - I think she is. Hmmm.

She continues, "I can't remember the details, but she made it sound so ... hot. You were totally in control and making this woman do things"

The way Emily is dodging about what she heard sounds like she wants me to respond and fill in the blanks. Lisa was *watching* me. Yeah. I chuckle a little. I suspect that we're talking about a party just this past Summer and it was Lisa that had been on her knees addressing me as Sir.

"Some people are into those sorts of games," I smile and look her in the eye. I'm curious to see where this is going. Probably nowhere, sure, but I can dream can't I?

"I'd show him stories I found online and even tried watching some porn with him," Emily said a bit distantly.

I wonder if she is attempting to direct the topic, or is she trying to remember a script she had come up with.

"Yeah? What kind of porn do you like?" I ask with raised eyebrows.

She bites her lip, hesitates for a moment and answers, "I'm not usually into porn. I mean, I would probably really like it if it were presented better. But sometimes I'll be in a certain mood ... and I'll find something online."

Emily looks away for a moment, perhaps embarrased. I figure that this is a good spot for the conversational wave to break. I let my eyes openly wander across her athletic figure and ask, "Did you try presenting yourself in a manner that made it obvious?"

She looks at me with a curious look and asks, "What do you mean?"

"Well, start with how you would address him, or her. Master, Mistress, Sir, Ma'am, Lord, Oh Great Exalted Grand Poobah," I say waving my arms in mock adoration to make her laugh. "Something other than how you would address your lover out-of-scene. You're a geek girl. It's a role-playing game."

Emily takes a long swallow from her drink. That looks like a shot of courage to me.

"And present yourself in a manner that suits the role," I suggest.

Her voice is a little quieter and carries a hint of nervousness as she asks, "How?"

"Go with a classic, but do it well. Practice it so it has the desired affect," but it's a slip on my part. Sure practice it later, I think, but at the moment I want to see if you'll do it. I guess I'm feeling particularly wolfish.

I change my tone of voice just a bit toward the imperative and continue, "Assume a position that communicates submission. Drop to your knees with your hands either on your knees or behind your back."

Emily looks a bit shocked, probably because I'm obviously veering away from the hypothetical, but she places her drink down and gets up from her chair. My excitement is starting to rise. I didn't actually expect that to work. I take a sip from my glass and watch as Emily moves to stand in front of my chair and then slowly sinks down to her knees. She adjusts herself into as comfortable a position as she can find on the old deck boards and places her hands on her knees.

Her demeanor changes. She smiles mocks, "Like this?"

She has decided to play along but isn't completely sold on it yet. I lean forward and look at her directly as I instruct, "Sit up straight and put your shoulders back so that you appear even more graceful ..." She straightens up some. "... and spread your knees. Wider. Wider. That's good. Put your hands behind your back. It will help your posture. Well done."

My eyes unabashedly drink her in, lingering for a moment at her crotch where I'm pretty sure that I would find the denim to be warm and damp.

"Mmm. Now that is a beautiful sight," I appreciate aloud. "With your knees spread and your arms back like that you are completely exposing yourself to ... what did you decide to call your playmate?"

She swallows and looks up at me, "Sir"

"And do you know what you want from Sir? Now that you are in position you could address Sir and ask for whatever it is that you want. You're a wonderfully intelligent woman with a playful imagination," I compliment. "Express what it is that you're after." 

"Sir," she swallows again and her voice is so quiet. I can hear desire straining against propriety and fear. "Sir, please command me. Please tell me what to do."

I slide from my chair to crouch in front of her. Looking her in the eye, I reach out and run my fingers lightly across a blushing cheek, through the hair over her left ear and back down her jawline. Emily's breathing is starting to get heavier and she bites her bottom lip. My fingers reach her lips. She closes her eyes most of the way and her lips part ever so slightly and she kisses my fingers.

"Stand up," I say as rising to my feet. "But keep your hands behind your back."

She complies, struggling a little to rise without using her hands. I slowly walk around her. Her tight hip-hugging jeans and a black t-shirt downplay her natural curves. Her hands are clasped together behind her. Three quarters of the way around I place a hand on her ass to see how she reacts. She turns her head some to see me and presses against my hand. I walk back to my chair and turned to face her.

It's time to go for broke. In a matter-of-fact tone I say, "As you take your clothes off, fold each piece neatly and place them in a stack at your feet."

She hesitates, so I step close and lean in so that our bodies and lips almost touch and whisper, "To show that you understand, say 'Yes, Sir'. This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Emily appears surprised to hear herself say, "Yes, Sir."

She peels the t-shirt up over her head. As she folds the t-shirt, I step behind her and run my hands gently up and down her sides. Her head tilts back some and I see that she is done folding. I let go and she bends over to place the folded shirt on the deck next her.

She crouches and unties her shoes. Standing, she slips her feet out of them and places the shoes next to the shirt. Her socks come off and get tucked into her shoes.

Next are her jeans. By now Emily seems fully committed and is undressing herself as if she were simply going to change clothes. Denim slides down her legs to reveal the beautiful curves and strong legs of an active 22 year old woman.

Emily's sports bra goes up over her head slowly and I enjoy watching her supple tits hanging free in the warm autumn sunlight. Tight pink panties are the final addition to the stack of clothes. She stands with her legs together now, but I can see that she is smoothly shaven, or perhaps waxed.

I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her in for a kiss. Her lips meet mine and part immediately. Her arms rush to pull our bodies together. I run the fingers of my right hand up into the back of her flaxen mane as her thighs part against me. I can feel her heat through my jeans and my cock is straining to be free. My fingers come together against her scalp, trapping a handful of hair and I pull back gently, not sure how she'll react.

"Not yet," I state.

I scoop up the pile of clothes and her shoes, hand them to her and, smiling, say, "Put these on the driver's seat of your car and return here."

One of the advantages of having a long driveway to your home in the woods with no neighbors for a quarter mile in either direction is that you can run around naked and there's noone to see you.

"Yes, Sir," she says. I watch hungrily as Emily makes the delivery, admiring every movement she makes. She returns to the spot from which she started, eager to play this game out.

"Keep your hands behind your back and spread your legs," I command.

I pull her in and we kiss again. Her lips are electric and her mouth draws my tounge in. One hand cups her ass, pulling toward me, while the other reaches back up into her hair. I pull her head back nibble my way down her neck. She lets out a breathy moan of delight.

Taking a nipple into my mouth I suck and then let my teeth lightly graze and clamp.

"yesssss," Emily moans.

My teeth tighten around the nipple and she whimpers, "yessssss. pleeeease."

I stand, place a hand on the inside of her thigh and whisper, "Spread."

She shuffles her feet apart a little

"More. Spread."

Her feet shuffle further out and I run my palm up the inside of her thigh. As I near the top I feel that her thigh is damp and I can feel the heat radiating from just a little higher. Emily's breathing is heavy now.

Emily begs, "Please ... please ..."

"Please what?" I purr into her ear. I'm surprised at how turned on she is by foreplay. 

"Please touch me. Pleeease touch me," she pleads looking into my eyes.

I swat her ass smartly with the palm of my hand and she inhales sharply.

I ask, "Do you mean 'Please, Sir'?"

"Pleeease, Sir. Pleeease, Sir. Touch me," she pants.

I continue to tease her thighs. First one, then the other. Never getting closer than a few inches to her glistening cunt.

"So if I am Sir, have you a name or a title for yourself?" I question.

Her breathing is heavy and I can feel moisture beginning to drip down the inside of her thighs. She might come just from being teased, but she doesn't answer.

"Are you still Emily," I persist, "or should I call you something else in our game?"

"Please, Sir?" she whines.

"Please, what?" I tease.

"Please, Sir, anything," Emily whimpers. "Just please touch me there. Please - I'm so close to coming. I'm so fucking horny."

I take my hand off of her thigh and she grunts with frustration. The hand on her ass grabs and pulls up, pulling one cheek from the other and, I know, causing the flesh between her trembling thighs to shift as well. She gasps and places her head on my chest. I place a finger on her lips and she bobs her head down to suckle on it. I can feel her tounge massaging the finger as she sucks. I desperately want to replace the finger with my throbbing cock, but I have to play it cool and be in control.

I pull my finger out of her apparently eager mouth and reach around for a handful of hair while still kneading her ass cheek. My hand sliding down just a bit more with each rub. She sticks her ass out, hoping that my hand will reach though from behind and brush her ravenous hole.

I tease, "Would you like to come, Emily?"

"Pleeasesir," she can barely speak. This fantasy runs deep for her.

"Please, what?"

"Please," she whimpers and pauses before continuing, "Master."

My fingers slowly tease down around the heavenly curve of her ass toward her cunt.

Emily whispers, "Pleeease Master."

I lightly kiss Emily's throat.

Emily's voice grows a little louder, "Please Master." 

My teeth lightly grip her neck and I suck just a little.

Her voice is ragged now, "Please Master, please let your slave come."

I relax my grip on her hair and let her head fall to my chest again. I wrap my arm around her waist for support. My other hand releases her ass and slides around to her inner thighs, barely touching her skin. How quickly we went from a playful "sir" to being master and slave.

I fall into the role with abandon and repeat my earlier question, "Would you like to come, Slave?"

At the word slave her whole body begins to shudder.

"YES! PLEASE!" She looks up at me and her eyes are lit with a mad flame. She spurts loudly, "Please Master. Please let your slave come!"

"You may come, Slave."

My hand slides up her thigh and brushes against her bald, inflamed cunt. A single finger slowly drags up between the swollen lips. I can't believe how wet she is. My palm rubs against her parting flesh and grinds her clit as I slowly bury that one finger into her tight, sopping hole. She moans loudly as her whole body starts to shake. We press against each other for support. Her arms come out from behind her back and grab onto me as the orgasm crashes over her, robbing her of the ability to do anything except buck against my hand.



Emily Ch. 01



Author's note:

Emily is a cute young BBW who works as a teacher, and enjoys sexy role-play. She has short curly brown hair, pale skin, with freckles, and wears glasses. Emily and I often explore different naughty characters and situations and this story documents one of them. In our first adventure Emily wants to explore her fantasy of having sex in a library. She found my profile on a chat programme which boasts that I do like sex chat, and also have a brain. She addresses this in her opening sentence.

EMILY: so you say in your profile you have a brain? What do you do with your brain besides think about sex?

PHIL: lol, just think in general, there are millions of things you can think about

EMILY: yes it is true. So what kind of things do you think about?

PHIL: it's difficult to say, many thoughts go through my head in one day, and not all of them about sex would you believe

EMILY: what are you thinking about right now?

PHIL: whether I should go to bed or not, whether I could still get 8 hours in and get up at a reasonable time

EMILY: Good thought

PHIL: and what do you do miss?

EMILY: I am a teacher1st year just graduated almost a year now from college

PHIL: a teacher! Wowee, little kids?

EMILY: yes well special needs kids. So Phil what do you do?

PHIL: at the moment I'm doing a bit of freelance translating, whilst looking for proper solid work

EMILY: translating? From what language

PHIL: French into English

EMILY: wow wonderful. So question

PHIL: yes?

EMILY: do you get a lot of girls on here wanting to cam to cam with you or do any of them ask you just to talk?

PHIL: hmm well as I've been on here the number of girls has increased and I'd say nowadays most of them want cam, they have no imagination, not willing to think for a bit, just want straight pictures to see, so I tell them I haven't got a cam and they pretty much disappear right away

EMILY: right. Interesting. Well honestly when I found you I was looking for cam, but then I read your info and it sounded more interesting to talk and be imaginative!!

PHIL: ah... no offence then above

EMILY: nope

PHIL: but you are horny? That's interesting to know

EMILY: haha yes well just a fact does not mean anything needs to be done with it

PHIL: no true true, I wasn't trying to be pushy

EMILY: oh I wasn't thinking you were being pushy.. Why, are you horny too????

PHIL: quite yes I must say

EMILY: oh are you a multi-tasker? Do you think of many things at once

PHIL: difficult to say, maybe the thoughts come so fast they just seem like their all at once but actually tumble in one after another :)

EMILY: right. I think I am the same way

PHIL: good way to be :)

EMILY: that way you can keep your mind moving so you aren't fixated.. I mean I could be thinking about work or sleep and the next moment about you and your horniness ;)

PHIL: That's just it, we're talking about you being a teacher and then I wonder what you look like, just quick as a flash

EMILY: haha yes well the thought had crossed my mind too. Sort of played out like this:: Ah he speaks French wonder if he looks good with his shirt off?

PHIL: haha, will you tell me about what you look like?

EMILY: I have curly hair shoulder length, its brownish blondish. More from highlights in the past.. I wear glasses, my eyes are blue I am white, pale, with freckles. 5 feet 5 inches, Big hips, big booty. I can shake it

PHIL: haha that's so American

EMILY: I don't know what else

PHIL: hmm that's nice :). A teacher with glasses and freckles???? And quite short?????? Wowee, I'm so glad. I did imagine you quite accurately really :*. You match your name I reckon

EMILY: haha yes

PHIL: and proud of your body, that's a nice attribute

EMILY: yes I am a bit of a bigger girl, but I am proud of it.

PHIL: hmm bigger girls are much more fun, friendlier

EMILY: haha it's because we have more to go around. You must have a lot of girl friends?

PHIL: hm hang on, girl friends?

EMILY: I mean friends on here that you have fun with. Or do you just once and never talk to them again

PHIL: haha no way

EMILY: just trying to figure out how you roll honey

PHIL: it's a fair question :). But I think as the friendship builds and you learn more about each other the fantasies become more intense

EMILY: the fantasies. Do you have any good ones?

PHIL: hmmmm depends what you're into, I just like to roll with the stories

EMILY: I could be the school teacher and you could be the naughty student

PHIL: hmm I do love that one, but not many lady's like being that bit more dominant

EMILY: oh what about a French library and you could be the guy in the glasses and I could come in, needing some help

PHIL: hmm yes. You can come and disturb me at my desk at the end of the day if you wish miss

EMILY: Yes I would walk in wearing a short mini skirt and a tight shirt. You'll be able to see the top of my full boobs when I lean down to ask you a question and my nipples will be hard from coming in from the cold.

PHIL: "umm. Well, yes miss?" We don't normally get very pretty girls like you here. It's normally studious prudish types. I saw you when you came in and noticed you'd been hanging around for a long time. "Is everything ok?"

EMILY: "I want to find a book on French poets"

PHIL: "French poets"

EMILY: I touch your face gently "do you think you could help me"

PHIL: "umm. Well miss... any poets in particular?"

EMILY: "any from the 19th century. I have a paper that is due tomorrow and I need some help from such a wonderful intelligent man"

PHIL: "umm.. well yes, I know this library pretty well I think I can help you miss, it will have to be quite quick though, we have to lock up soon you know, everyone else is off home"

EMILY: "oh you mean we are the only ones in here?"

PHIL: "well yes miss, I have to lock up as soon as the last person goes home. I'm always here to help." I notice your straining boobs and wonderful nipples but try to focus on your face and be professional

EMILY: "am I the last person?"

PHIL: "well, not when you came in Miss but now you are yes"

EMILY: "oh well do you think you could help me find some good books you seem such a strong intelligent man."

PHIL: "hm well, I wouldn't put it that way but I do know my French literature miss"

EMILY: I gently touch my nipples as I gaze into your eyes

PHIL: "umm miss come over here. We must go to this section. We have some lovely interesting books on Bellock and Hugo you could have a look through"

EMILY: "wonderful. Oh it does feel rather hot in here. That heater is making me quite warm"

PHIL: "haha warm? Well yes it can get warm in here... I'm feeling quite flushed myself being in here all day"

EMILY: "oh thank you for helping me, do you think you could help me reach them." I touch your arm and slide my hand down it standing close to you

PHIL: "of course miss... I am here to help you with that sort of thing...." I try not to react to your touches as I reach up to pick down a random book my mind not quite concentrating on which

EMILY: I notice a tiny piece of paper stuck to your trousers and slide my hand over your belt and remove it brushing my hand against your dick ever so slightly

PHIL: "um.... miss...." My dick has swollen in the heat of this moment.... I try to bring the subject back to your assignment. "We've this book it's quite good it's got um.." opening it but still can't help my eyes from wandering to your heaving chest

EMILY: "sorry but you had a piece of paper on your trousers and I wanted to help you.."

PHIL: "thank you...... thank you miss

EMILY: "oh my do you mind if I take my shirt off it is really rather hot in here."

PHIL: "ummm...." I try to keep my eyes stuck to the page but my head spins with all this

EMILY: I start to undo my shirt and my brassiere is showing now

PHIL: "miss!... I don't really think that a library is the place for you to....." Swallow, I'm transfixed by the white silk encasing your bulging breasts. Hmm my mouth goes dry as my eyes fasten on your nimble fingers undoing each button

EMILY: I take the book from you and drop it, then reach up and slide your jacket off of your shoulders

PHIL: hmm helpless I then let it fall to the floor, my pulse quickening

EMILY: I feel you are starting to protest but I silence you with my finger. I slide my hands up your body and undo your shirt too, being gentle as I undo every button. I pull your shirt out of your pants and they slide to the floor. My chest moves and I sigh from ecstasy. I can tell you want to touch me so I place your hands behind my back and have you remove my bra, my breasts pressed against your body

PHIL: I feel your sigh on my neck and hear the audible moan escaping your mouth. Hmm feeling those perky nipples pressed against my naked chest. Ooh yes I want to see your bare breasts now and pull feverishly at your clasp

EMILY: My bra slips off me

PHIL: hm feeling you breathe more quickly against me as I pull the straps along your arms and help you take it off completely. I drop it onto the floor, near my shirt lying idly together

EMILY: my chest rises as I step away allowing your hands to slide to my breasts.

PHIL: hmm giving myself to the moment I start to massage them, hmm soft and big in my hands

EMILY: I am moaning a bit more in subtle little moans

PHIL: my fingers tweaking your nipples, sighing as I feel them erect

EMILY: enjoying the amazing feeling of your hands upon my nipples

PHIL: hmm I look into your eyes as I see you are lost, breathing faster feeling my fingers kneed your supple flesh

PHIL: hmm I explore every inch of your gorgeous tits

EMILY: yes. I long for you to kiss me, but I am full of wonderful emotions and the breathing comes faster. I pull at your belt and it comes loose quickly

PHIL: hmm your fingers eager to undo the clasp, I help you, my cock now straining to be free

EMILY: I have a burning desire to get my hands in your pants and it's amazing how easily your trousers are unclasped and fall to the ground

PHIL: I step out of them

EMILY: I slide my hands around the elastic of your pants touching the edge of your body but retreat, teasing and tempting your cock

PHIL: hmmmm I'm so eager for it to spring free, the veins are pulsating with excitement

EMILY: I slide my hands down your body and over your boxers touching your cock although there still remains a barrier. I feel it moving in anticipation

PHIL: hmm twitching as my eyes lock onto you, watching your every move with me

EMILY: I reach down, sliding your boxers down your legs.

PHIL: hmmmm I feel my cock finally get its freedom

EMILY: you step out and I slide my hands back up your legs stopping for a moment for my lips to wrap around your cock and massage it gently with my tongue, giving it a taste of what's to come

PHIL: I've never been naked at work in this library before! This is incredible. Hmmmmm such relief. I love the feeling of your warm wet mouth on me. Hmmm I push my hips eagerly forward hoping to get more of you around me

EMILY: but I pull away only because I want to get out of my skirt and thong. I can feel myself getting wetter and need to also be free. So I massage your cock with my hands and slide your hands to my skirt

PHIL: your hand feels amazing massaging my now wet cock and I blindly pull at the sides of your skirt. I'm really liking this :*

EMILY: My skirt slides down my hips and I am left standing in a pink see through thong

PHIL: hm the sight before me is incredible, this certainly wasn't what I expected from work today. Hmm so delicious

EMILY: I tell you to not be afraid and my lips lock onto yours.

PHIL: hm our first kiss and it's passionate, strong and firm

EMILY: gently my wet lips slide over yours And I feel I am gliding along a frozen lake

PHIL: hmmm feverishly over and over again, my mouth opening yours and letting my tongue slide to meet yours.

EMILY: yes. They kiss and hug and dance with each other

PHIL: Hmm my cock nudging at your inner thigh between us

EMILY: I become wetter as I feel your cock and lock my lips harder with yours

PHIL: hmm our tongues thrashing and diving together, feeling little tiny high moans escape your mouth

EMILY: Then I push away, you look at me as if I have gone mad, but I slide my thong down slowly exposing my pussy

PHIL: hmmmm watching you step out of the dainty garment to stand before me totally naked. Big, curvy, pristine and gorgeous

EMILY: hmm and then I walk away and you follow

PHIL: still feeling the prickles of anticipation on my bare skin

EMILY: I slide your books off your desk and sit up on the one side, waving a finger at you to come

PHIL: hmm I smile and approach the desk, my cock rigidly leading the way

EMILY: our lips lock again but my legs are spread

PHIL: hmmmm embracing you and feeling my cock now nudging at your soaking eager entrance

EMILY: It feels good poking at me and my head falls back as I let out heavier faster moans, feeling you enter me

PHIL: hmm pushing you backwards on the desk so I am on top of you and letting my hips drive forward. Parting your soft pink petals, opening your lips for me and driving deep into your moistness

EMILY: oh yes I feel you coming and going back and forth and I want more. I begin to let out yells of pure enjoyment. And beg you to go faster

PHIL: hmm I look straight at you and obey, letting my thick cock push harder and faster into you

EMILY: as the pace quickens I become wetter

PHIL: hmmm pinching your sensitive nipples and hoping it will make you even moister to let me inside you. The whole library is empty save for us fucking wildly on my desk. The place filled with your moans and our skin slapping rhythmically

EMILY: I am digging my nails into the desk trying to find something to hang onto.

PHIL: you spreading your legs a little more to let me really bury my thick member inside your hungry tight pussy. Breathing through gritted teeth

EMILY: I want you more and more. The further you go the more I long for you and I begin to call out asking you to fuck me harder. I feel your cock sliding along so easily now as if it fully belongs there

PHIL: Oooh fuck yes, making your pussy full and then empty alternately. I lean forward and kiss your soft neck and breathe heavily in your ear. "Hmm this is what you were needing baby? Saw me in the library and thought you'd stay behind and have me fuck you hard?"

EMILY: "Yes," I have had my eyes on you for a while I just wanted to find the right time for us to get together. I knew that you would be good, but baby you fuck so amazingly.

PHIL: not bad for a dull librarian huh? My cock fitting so snugly in your tight little snatch

EMILY: Oh I always knew that you weren't dull. I knew that you were a tiger waiting to get out of its cage

PHIL: hmm I'm so glad you came to free me you hot sexy lady

EMILY: I want you to cum inside of me, just tell me what I have to do. "Oh goodness, baby you are so... AAAHHHHHH!!"

PHIL: just lay there baby and I want you to cum with me... I want to look at your face and know your orgasm is rocking through you as my hot sticky cum shoots into your depths. I want you to be how you are when cumming, eyes shut, mouth slightly open ready to embrace the wave, Your big rounded hips pushed forward to really give yourself to me, toes curling and feeling the wave crash

EMILY: "Oh yes. Yes. Yes. Yes, harder harder"

PHIL: I will pump as fast as I can and feel my balls tighten

EMILY: "oh baby"

PHIL: nearly ready to explode and give you all my pent up seed

EMILY: I want this.. I am really enjoying this

PHIL: well just shut your eyes and make it come alive. Really dream that it's me inside your throbbing hungry pussy. Dream we're there and you're wet cos of all the things you've done to me this afternoon at my library

EMILY: I can do that I have been visualizing it

PHIL: I fucking love it

EMILY: I begin to cum and your cock is wrapped in a snow white blanket

PHIL: hmmm I feel your pussy contracting around me and it urges me on to reach ecstasy with you

PHIL: hmmmm I so want us to cum together

EMILY: oh baby harder! I'm cumming

PHIL: ooh fuck yeh me too. Hmm so fucking hard, right inside you gorgeous :*... fuck yes!

EMILY: oh yes oh yes! Oh it feels good

PHIL: hmmmm........

***

EMILY: I let out a huge sigh

PHIL: I slow my rhythm, falling from the dizzy heights of orgasmic pleasure. Hmmmmmmmmm groan as my cock finishes emptying into you

EMILY: my body slows its pulsing but is still on a high

PHIL: hmm I see you glistening with perspiration and breathing ragged. In the afterglow of such impulsive wonderful sex.. "God I needed that

Miss"

EMILY: "yes. If I thought I was warm before I am even warmer now"

PHIL: "well quite :) you only took your blouse off cos you were warm, now look what's happened"

EMILY: my hands unclench themselves from your desk.. "I only took my blouse off to get to you and it worked"

PHIL: "oh well..... I seeeee now"

EMILY: I got the man I wanted to get.

PHIL: I take my softening cock from you and smile... hmmmm so good honey :*. "So what about this... assignment tomorrow?"

EMILY: "well I was thinking maybe you could come over to my place I could fix you some dinner and you could help me work it out. Maybe read me some of the poets' works and penetrate my mind with your glorious knowledge. What do you think?" I sit up on the table and wrap my legs around you

PHIL: "penetrate you... r mind... yeh... just what I was thinking.... that sounds...

Great"

PHIL: ooh Emily that was fabulous. I hope you did enjoy that cos I loved it :)

EMILY: it was a great story and I really did enjoy it too. I really did come and got very wet

PHIL: ooh good, I came too, very hard, you were lovely, honestly amazing

EMILY: yea it's true. Well I had a vivid image

PHIL: was real wasn't it for a few seconds :)

EMILY: sigh.... yea for a few seconds



Emily Ch. 01



I was 16 when I ran away from home to move in with my boyfriend. To this day, I still don't remember what made me do it, but it was one of the worst decisions I had ever made. I had pretty decent grades for a rebellious 16-year-old girl, but it was my boyfriend, Braden, who finally convinced me to quit school like he had done and clean his house while he was out drinking. He was at least 5 years older than me, though he acted like he was a child. I loved Braden with all my heart, yet for some reason, he seemed so distant. I was pretty much in a living hell for the next 2 years, him rarely giving me any affection. I would have ran away again, but this time, I had no place to go. Not to mention the fact that he seized every penny I made, saying it was for rent, yet running off to get drunk with his friends. We were on the verge of being evicted by the time September rolled around. I was getting ready to pack my things when he walked in with a huge wad of cash. 6 months worth of rent. The landlord accepted it with a grin, yet the thought always lingered in my head: where did he get that kind of cash? At the time, I didn't care. All I cared was that I had a place to stay and food to eat. 

Finally, my 18th birthday rolled around. I figured it would just be another day for us, seeing as how Braden had missed out on my previous birthday. I figured I'd just go out with some friends and celebrate my coming of age, but then Braden came crashing into the apartment. The scent of booze lingered as he waddled towards me and enclosed his arms in a bear hug.

He was practically bent over, his face pressed into my breasts. He looked up at me and shinned me a big toothy grin. "Hey, baby."

"Ha... Ha.. Happy..." he sputtered between burps, "happy birthday!"

I grinned sheepishly. "So you remembered! Did you get me anything?" I smiled hopefully.

He released his arms from me and threw himself onto the couch. "Yep. A present." he had a crooked grin on his face. 

"Where is it?" I said. I gazed nonchalantly at his pants. There was a huge bulge pushing against his jeans. I figured I knew what would happen next.

"Well, I don't have it YET, but I guess I could tell you what it is..." 

I was pretty much beaming at this point. After all these 18 years of life, I still bore my virginity. I respected Braden for him not trying to take advantage of me whilst I was underage, but after all this time, I was horny and wanted to finally do the deed.

"I got you a job." he was grinning again. I felt my smile fade.

"Braden... you know, I'm 18..." I felt he was too drunk to get what I was hinting, so I full out said it.

"I wanted you to take my virginity tonight... you've been very patient with me, given me a place to stay, and I love you. I want to give you something in return..." 

Braden seemed to finally understand. "If that's what you wanted, you could have told me... now I went out and got you a job at my work... do you even know how hard it was to get you in there? Now I gotta tell my boss that he just lost the best worker he'd ever had!" the rest of his rant was just drunk ramblings that made no sense at all. I suddenly felt guilty. I knew how Braden was. I sat next to him on the couch and soothed him.

"I'm sorry... I really should be grateful I have such a good boyfriend. I'll still do this job you told me about, no matter what."

His head was cradled in my knees. He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. "Do you promise?"

"I promise."

I felt like a mother soothing her child. Braden grinned again and started toying with the elastic string on my shorts. He slowly slid then down with his left hand while his other wandered to my panties. Soon, he had slid those off, exposing my hairless pussy. It was possibly the first time he had ever seen it. I was actually very amazed that he showed no interest in taking my virginity before. I guess I was surprised he was so decent, even after all that he had put me through.

He inserted a finger childishly and started moving it around inside. I moaned quietly. He slid his finger out to reveal a thick layer of my pussy's own lubrication. Sliding his index and middle finger in deep, he moved them around. His knuckle was pressing against my clit. He thrusted them in and out slowly then ripped them out suddenly. He put his fingers that were soaked in my pussy juices to his face and slowly parted them. 

"You're really wet..." 

I sighed. Sometimes, his stupidity was unbelievable.

His next few actions seemed to be in complete slow-mo. Him taking off my shirt and bra, and his stripping completely except for his socks, him stroking his erection, eating and then fingering my wet, hot pussy. I could see him shifting as though he was finally going to stick his dick in me .

"Braden!" I bellowed from a hushed moan. He stopped and looked up at me.

"Do you have a condom?"

He stared at me blankly.

"Well?"

"I... uh... no, sorry..."

I sighed. "Don't cum in me, okay?" 

Braden nodded excitedly and positioned his cock in front of my pussy then looked up at me. He slowly penetrated my tight, virgin pussy.

"Ooooooooh..." I moaned as I felt his thick, huge dick hit the back of my pussy for the first time. I felt my hot fluids slowly run down his shaft, along with my virgin blood.

"Feel good?" he asked. He thrusted out and back into slowly while caressing my rock hard nipples. I screamed with delight. 

"Br...Aden..." I managed to sputter between moans. 

I bet we look like wild animals, fucking on his old, ugly couch. I suddenly wished we had filmed it, though it was hard to think while being screwed so loudly.

He propped my up into a sitting position so he could finger my clit while he thrusted me.

He pinched, flicked, and toyed my clit playfully. I could barely muster it. I was breathing so hard that every exhale was an exhausted moan. My moaning grew louder. I could feel my first orgasm making it's way.

Braden noticed this, and picked up the pace.

"Yeah, baby, you like that?"

"Y-yes!"

"You like it when I fuck your pussy? Do you like it when I play with your horny little clit?"

"YEAHH!"

The waves of my orgasm rushed over me in a huge, exhausted, final moan.

His thrusting slowed after what seemed like ages. His dick started to sputter inside me, and I knew he was cumming. I was too drowned in the euphoria of my own orgasm to care. We came in unison. Just like that, my virginity was taken, I thought to myself as my orgasm subsided.

Braden giggled. 

"You sure are loud when you cum." he said in a soft, drunken tone. I could feel his semen drizzling down my pussy and asshole and onto the couch. I didn't even care.

"That... was... amazing." My breathing had slowed yet I was still out of breath.

"Thanks." he said, pulling a string of his cum from his still hard dick. He got up slowly.

"So?" he said, his arms out in question. I cocked my head.

"Aren't you going to get your clothes on?"

"Why? I figured you might want to go for round two." I said, gesturing to his erection.

"Maybe later, but I'm taking you somewhere."

I was going to ask why, where, and how, since he obviously wasn't sober yet, but he seemed to read my mind.

"My work. You promised, remember? And don't worry, you're driving." he said with his same cheesy, mysterious smile.

I let out an exhausted moan. "Can I at least have a shower first?" 

Braden cocked an eyebrow and grinned wider. His hand wandered to his erection. He stroked it timidly as he said, "mind if I join you?"

There I stood, in the shower with my 20-something year old boyfriend thrusting his rock hard prick into my pussy for the second time ever. Experiencing my tenth orgasm and moaning loud enough for the neighbours to hear us.

Braden breathed into my ear.

"Yeah, baby, your pussy is so tight," he sputtered between breaths.

"Oh, Braden, your dick is so long, I can feel it in my gut!"

The dirty talk was obviously helping him, because his penis seemed to grow at every moaned. I almost felt as though I would split in two. The hot water tickling my nipples felt like heaven.

"Baby, I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum into your hot pussy!"

"Yes, Braden! Fuck me! Cum in me!"

His dick sneezed his warm, sticking seed into my pussy. It was the most amazing feeling ever. I didn't want it to end, but Braden pulled out, taking a stream of his cum out with him.

He smirked again. "Okay, no more fooling around. The water bill will be through the roof now." he half giggled, half hiccuped.

I couldn't help but laugh with him, thinking he was joking. We enjoyed the rest of our shower; he had eaten my pussy and I had given him a blowjob while we cleaned each other.

"Ready to go?" he said somewhat less drunkenly. We were each clothed. I nodded eagerly. I was still horny, though I was sure we would go for round three when we got home from this meeting.

Soon, we were in the car. 

"Mind telling me where we're going?" I asked adorably.

"Nope. If I tell you, it wouldn't be as fun!"

I sighed. I couldn't help but wonder what this job he got me was. Especially since Braden never took me in for an interview, I never handed in a resume, and I had no clue where Braden worked. It had to be somewhere cheap if they were hiring 18-year-olds with barely any sort of an education. 

I was worried, almost. 

I sighed again. It couldn't be THAT bad, I thought hopefully.

Braden gave me the directions and we stopped in front of a warehouse.

"What is this place?"

Braden giggled drunkenly. "You'll see."

The warehouse was small, about the size of the barn. It was in bad shape, gave off an abandoned feeling, and was painted a disgusting green colour. As I edged towards the door, I noticed that the metal was rusted and covered in graffiti. 

I shivered. What did I agree to?

"Braden, Braden! Is this ya lady?" 

A chubby, balding old man with a strong New York accent greeted us. The scent of tobacco and booze lingered.

Braden nodded. "This is Emily."

The man e amines me. I cringed as his eyes wandered to my bust, then eyed my crotch. "Emily..." he said without gazing up. 

"Braden never shuts up about ya. I gottz ta admit, you much prettier than I thoughts ya'd be."

I cocked an eyebrow. His eyes were glued to my pants, slowly wandering back up to my chest, then finally flickering up to my face. 

"A'm Teeno, but allz da ladies callz me Daddy."

I laughed nervously, hoping he was joking. If I ever lived the day to see someone called him Daddy...

"Anyways, I'd give you da grand tour, but there really ain't much to show. Just promise me ya won't go braggin' to ya friends, we don't need da fuzz 'round here." Teeno said with a hearty laugh.

I felt my heart drop. 

"What exactly do you do here?" I asked nervously.

Teeno's eyes widened. "Surely Braden told ya, didn't he?"

I shot Braden a look and shook my head.

"This is what some may call... eh... a gentleman's club."

My heart sank lower. "What the heck is that supposed to mean? Is this a strip club?!" I demanded with fear.

"No, no, no!" Teeno said with a laugh. "This is more of a... er... love shack. Ya catch ma drift?"

I shook my head furiously.

"It's like..."

"Just tell me what you do!" I cried.

Teeno stopped.

"It's a whore house!" Braden practically shouted.

It all came crashing over me like a wave. "So I'd be a... a..."

"A prostitute." Teeno said with a sleazy grin.

"No... NO! There's no way I'm going to work here! I'm 18! I only just lost my virginity! There's NO WAY-"

"You promised, Em! You promised you'd work here, no matter what!"

"But-"

"We need the money! You need to get out more! You barely leave the house, this is good for you!"

"There has to be another-"

"There's no other place the would hire an 18-year-old dropout with no experience with anything."

"But then I would be cheating-"

"Emily, come on. This is good for you. We only need a little extra money, and Teeno says his ladies get paid lots. It wouldn't be cheating if I'm okay with it."

I stayed silent for a minute.

"Are you a...?"

"No, Emily, I've never touched another lady. Maybe I was before I met you, but I changed. Now I just bring Teeno ladies who are interested, and arrange them to meet up with our clients."

I sat down on the cold floor and pressed my palms into m temples. 

"I couldn't. I love you too much."

"Come on, they pay you 20 bucks for 10 minutes, that's like... more than 100 bucks an hour. You'll only have to visit a few clients, they'll wear condoms, and they're all great guys."

Teeno gazed at me with pleading eyes. 

"Please?"

I stood there, speechless. My boyfriend wanted me to be a whore. I was slightly turned on by it, but disgusted at the same time.

"We can even save up to buy a house..." Braden started.

I got up and put my hands on my hips. 

"Fine." Braden grinned drunkenly. "I'll do it."

END OF CHAPTER ONE



Emily Ch. 01



A few minutes later and Emily was standing in the room she had stared into, looking down at the chair she had watched so with such fascination. Gina had ushered her into the lounge while she made tea, with the invitation to sit down and make herself at home, an invitation that Emily was finding difficult to take up. For several minutes Emily stood looking around her, the room seemed different from inside, bigger and more comfortable, with furniture she hadn't seen from her normal viewpoint. Besides the two chairs she could see from outside there was a sofa, with a little coffee table beside it, and a wall unit along the back wall. If anything it was better equipped than her own chalet and she felt a pang of jealousy, after all, she'd got there first.

Emily went to window and looked up at her own little chair, still perched out on the veranda, and realised just how easily she might have been seen herself while she had watched Gina at play. Testing that theory a little further she went back and lowered herself into Gina's chair, looking to see just what was visible from there. To her relief, only the legs and seat of her chair could be seen, so Gina would not have seen her eyes watching her every move.

It somehow did not feel right to be sitting in the very seat that Gina had used to display herself with such abandon, so she moved on, settling herself at one end of the sofa, on the opposite side of the room to Gina's chair, and out of sight of the window altogether. That was much better, she thought, and all she had to do now was to get through a social visit without stammering or blurting out what she'd seen, or even showing the distinct embarrassment that she was feeling.

Gina came bustling into the room at that point, carrying a tray with tea things laid out, which she placed on the little table beside Emily.

"Don't worry." Gina smiled and picked up the table complete with tray and moved it across to within reach of her normal seat. "I'll pour in a minute, I shan't be long." With that she bustled back out of the room again, leaving a somewhat bewildered Emily behind her. 

It was probably less than a minute before Gina breezed back in, but in that time she had changed out of her uniform into a loose summer dress that she was still zipping up at the back. "I hate wearing my uniform when I don't have to, don't you?"

Emily was fortunate in that her own 'uniform', the tabard, was simply slipped off as she left work, leaving her in a simple dress, but she knew what Gina meant and nodded agreement. Gina poured the tea and moved the conversation on. "This is your first season here, isn't it? How are you finding it?"

The small talk was easy, Gina was friendly and open, a good listener as well as a good talker and the two got along fine for all their age and cultural differences. To her surprise Emily found herself warming to this tall white woman, even though she was a woman of very doubtful behaviour and a woman closer to her mother's age than her own. 

Gina's age had come as something of a surprise to Emily. She had gained the impression from what she had seen from her veranda that Gina was pretty much of her own age. She carried the years well, but somehow this made the watching more embarrassing than ever.

Gina was here with her husband, Maurice, she told Emily, who was a ride operator on the fairground and who usually did the late shift, just like Emily's housemates. That was why Gina spent so much time on her own, she realised. The two came every year, working the season and then going back to factory work during the winter; it suited them and their easy going lifestyle.

As they chatted Emily found herself looking at Gina a little enviously. She had long, long legs, slim and toned, just like the rest of her and so unlike Emily's own short legs and more rounded figure. She sat with an easy grace, relaxing into her chair without slumping, though she was a bit of a fidget, frequently moving position in her seat. Gina's hair was long and blonde, falling about her shoulders in a golden cascade, while Emily had the tightly curled black hair of her race. God did not create all men equal, Emily concluded sadly.

Emily's gaze was resting on Gina's legs, wondering how legs could be so shapely, when Gina, in another of her fidgets, allowed her thighs to momentarily fall open. It was only for a second, but in that time Emily thought she caught a glimpse of a smooth and hairless pussy. Emily's heart skipped a beat. Had she really seen what she thought she had, surely not? Then, there it was again, Gina moved back into her previous position, once more letting her legs come apart, this time definitely revealing a lack of underwear and a shaven pussy. Surely she hadn't forgotten her underwear?

"Pardon?" Emily suddenly realised that Gina had asked her a question and was waiting for an answer.

Gina smiled. "I said, would you like some more tea?"

"Oh, yes please." Emily answered automatically, her mind still on Gina's body, or at least a part of it.

Gina poured two more cups of tea and leaned forward to pass one to Emily, before sitting back and continuing to chat about this holiday season in comparison with the last, though Emily was hearing very little of it and was answering on autopilot. 

Emily was flustered. The two quick glimpses of Gina's pussy had awakened the memories of watching the woman masturbate, memories that Emily had managed to keep under control until now, and the little fire was beginning to smoulder in Emily's pelvis once more. It was the same little fire that made her watch Gina's play so intently and then had made her play with herself later that night. She was not familiar with the feeling, but she knew full well what it was. She was becoming aroused.

Then she noticed that Gina's actions in leaning forwards and backwards had made her dress ride up a little, exposing more of her thighs, and the fire burned brighter. Emily's mouth was now getting dry so she sipped on her still hot tea, the action also helping to cover her lack of composure and hide the sly glances that she was aiming at Gina's legs.

Emily regretted choosing the sofa, with its plain views up Gina's dress. How could she possibly hide her embarrassment for much longer if she kept seeing these little glimpses? Sooner or later Gina would realise that something was wrong and Emily would have to explain. If only the woman would sit still, she thought, as Gina moved once again, uncrossing and crossing her legs as she settled in yet another new position. This time Emily thought she'd caught a glimpse of pink wet pussy lips, but she couldn't be sure. By now the fire in her belly was burning fiercely and her breathing was becoming noticeably heavier.

Now Gina moved yet again, but this time it was to sit with her knees primly together. Emily heaved a mental sigh of relief tinged with disappointment and tried once more to follow the conversation. Gina was chatting away, almost to herself, and had seemed not to have noticed the lack of attention from Emily. Emily heaved another mental sigh of relief.

For several minutes Emily made intelligent conversation, expressing her opinion of the site management and making Gina laugh in the process, but then her eyes strayed once more to Gina's legs and her speech came to an abrupt halt. Gina's knees were facing straight at Emily and had fallen a good nine or ten inches apart, with her pussy just visible under her dress. Emily managed to cover her verbal stumble by pretending to have momentarily forgotten the name of the new catering manager, but the slip and the view made her heart pound. 

Emily began the sentence again, but again she dried up, for now Gina's knees were well apart, and were being slowly but surely parted. This was obviously not an accidental flash, this was a deliberate piece of exhibitionism, and Emily did not know what to do. Gina sat quite unperturbed with a half smile on her lips as she quietly and deliberately displayed her sex to the younger girl.

"I know you've been looking at me." Gina held up a hand to stifle Emily's protests before they started. "And I've been letting you see, it gets me going." Emily's hand flew to her mouth at this revelation.

"And I know you've been watching me through the window in the evening, though I didn't know it was you until today." Emily's face was on fire, but Gina continued softly. "But I don't mind, in fact I like it, it makes me hotter to know someone is watching. Would you like to watch me now?"

By now Gina's legs were as far apart as the chair would allow, and she slid herself closer to the edge as she spoke to give herself more space. Emily was staring silently and helplessly at a very wet shaven pussy, unable to tear her eyes away, and thinking how beautiful it looked.

"You do want to watch me again, don't you?" Emily could only nod weakly, she had no idea that Gina had seen her watching and was mortified by the knowledge, but still could not resist the chance to watch her again.

Gina stood up, Emily's eyes lifting to follow her, and unzipped her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor. Then, reaching behind her back she unclipped her bra, letting that fall with the dress, and stood brazenly naked before her guest.

"I know it's not considered normal, but it turns me on to have an audience." Gina's voice was quiet, as if she was herself ashamed of what she was doing but couldn't help herself. "Maurice watches me sometimes, but it's best if it's someone else, someone I don't know very well." 

Gina sat down as she continued her explanations. "You are the first woman I've ever shown off to, and it really gave me a kick when I found out you were watching me the other day. So please don't feel bad, I really want you to see just as much as you do. Let's both enjoy it, yes?" She was nearly pleading for Emily to watch, and Emily was compelled by her own needs to do just that. Emily nodded again, a little firmer this time, and Gina settled herself into her chair, hooking one leg over the arm once again.

Sitting back Gina looked Emily straight in the eye, then with a little smile of satisfaction, she closed her eyes, laid her head back on the chair and cupped her pussy in her right hand. For a few minutes she simply rubbed and squeezed her pussy within her hand, but then she drew her hand back until just two fingers trailed across the folds of her labia before pressing those two fingers between her lips and onto her clitoris.

Emily sat transfixed, her own pussy feeling hot and decidedly moist, as she watched this gorgeous woman play with herself only a few feet away. She could already smell the beautiful and heavy scent of Gina's juices, and that scent was adding to her own arousal, making her wish for her own bed later tonight. She doubted now that she could wait for the weekend.

Gina's head was still laid back on the chair, her eyes closed and her breath coming in little gasps as her fingers flicked back and forth across her clit as if strumming a tiny guitar. She did this for a little while, before changing to a circular rubbing motion of the fingertips across her clit and its hood. Then she dipped her fingers into her vagina, getting them liberally coated with her juices before starting once again to strum her clit.

Suddenly she raised her head and looked straight at the mesmerised Emily. "If you want to do it as well, I wouldn't mind, really." It was phrased as a statement, but it was really a request. 

Emily blushed madly, not because of what Gina had asked, but because the woman had gauged Emily's mind better than she knew. She was so sorely tempted to touch herself, so excited at the prospect of masturbating, that she was even contemplating doing it in front of Gina. The only things that were stopping her was her inexperience and her mothers little voice of conscience inside her head telling her that nice girls didn't do that sort of thing. It was harder to overcome her upbringing than she would have believed.

Emily shook her head mutely, unwilling to speak in case her hesitation showed in her voice. Gina smiled crookedly in obvious disappointment, and Emily suddenly understood that watching her would give Gina a thrill as much as showing off did. "Never mind, you can always change your mind if you want."

Gina had her free hand cupped over her breast and she was kneading it firmly and sensuously, allowing her hard little nipple to stand out between her fingers. Emily found herself fascinated by the colour, a sort of pale pinky brown and so much lighter than her own and her sister's black nubs. She could not prevent the uninvited and unwanted thought that they looked so tender and so beautiful that she almost wanted to suck on them. 

Just as the thought passed through Emily's mind Gina brought her hand down and from her breast placed one on either side of her pussy, using them to spread her labia wide and let Emily see right up inside her. Her vagina was coloured a deep hot pink and was visibly wet, the juices shining slick and slippery and running down under her bottom. Gina was very obviously highly aroused, turned on completely by her wanton exhibition. 

"Can you see my pussy?" Gina suddenly asked. Emily nodded, shocked but excited by the sudden question.

"Does it look good?" Emily nodded again, it did look good and it was making Emily feel uncomfortably warm.

"Can you see how wet I am?" Another nodded reply.

"Can you see up into my cunt?" The use of the swear word shocked Emily, but aroused her at the same time. She nodded again.

"Go on, say it. Tell me that you can see up my cunt." Gina's voice was coming in gasps. 

That was one step too far for Emily, she couldn't find her voice to say anything, let alone to use words that, no matter how hot they made her feel, she had been told to avoid since childhood. She was not quite ready for that and she shook her head.

"Ok." Gina didn't push it. "But I bet you'd like to watch me put my finger up it, wouldn't you?" Emily could agree to that, in fact she almost groaned in pleasure at the thought, and her nod was more vigorous than any before. Her own breathing was now in gasps and the fire in her belly was threatening to become an uncontrollable conflagration.

Gina rearranged her hands, using two forked fingers of one to hold open her labia while dipping into her honeypot with two fingers of the other hand. She let out a moan as the fingers sank into her, closing her eyes in ecstasy as she began a slow finger fuck straight before the other girls face. Gina's entrance was partly hidden from Emily by her own knuckles and, without even thinking of what she was doing, the young girl moved her position slightly to improve her view. But the movement didn't escape Gina's notice and she smiled in pleasure at Emily's fascination.

"Looks nice, doesn't it?" Gina's fingers were making little wet sounds as they moved in and out. 

"Wait a minute; I'll give you a better view." Gina pulled her hand away, and then leaned sideways slightly to reach around the back of the raised leg and enter herself from the side. She couldn't finger herself quite so deeply from this angle, but she didn't care, for she knew that her fingers held Emily's rapt attention.

"God, that feels bloody good. Does it look good?" Emily just stared at the sight before her without answering, her eyes riveted to Gina's wet pussy and the two fingers thrusting in and out.

"I bet you'd like to be feeling something as good as this feels, wouldn't you?" Emily nodded, agreeing to something so obvious that she didn't really take in what was said to her.

"Then you do it too!" Emily's head shot up to look at Gina's lust filled eyes boring into her own. "Go on, you do it, I can see that you want to."

Gina's words hammered into Emily's head. Yes, yes, yes, of course she wanted to. She had already deliberately pulled her hand away from her own pussy twice after it had strayed there of its own accord, rubbing at herself through her clothing. She was so tempted, the idea of Gina seeing her touch herself was making her wet.

"Go on, you can do it, I promise you it'll be lovely." Gina was urging the hesitating Emily while all the time displaying her wide open and sopping wet pussy with its two thrusting fingers.

Suddenly Emily was rising nervously to her feet, trembling slightly, her frightened and excited eyes locked onto Gina's smiling ones. Raising her hands Emily began to undo the buttons down the front of her dress, her shaking fingers taking longer than usual to perform the simple act. The dress undone she shrugged it from her shoulders and laid it over the back of the sofa, but then her resolve slipped a little and she stood motionless, uncertain if she dare continue but so much wanting to do so.

"Don't stop, sweetheart, it will be alright, you'll see, and you look beautiful anyway."

Gina's few words of encouragement were all Emily needed for her lust to overcome her reserve, and she unhooked her bra, laid it with her dress and turned back to face Gina, displaying her full and heavy breasts to the other woman's gaze. Then, gathering her courage, she looked almost defiantly into Gina's face and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers. Her eyes never leaving Gina's for an instant, Emily lowered them to her ankles before, sitting down, she eased them over her feet and, as if to emphasise her decision, threw them into the corner of the room.

"That's it, go ahead. You're going to enjoy it, really." Gina's excited anticipation showed in her face 

Now naked Emily leaned back on the couch and, after several false starts, allowed her legs to slowly drift apart until she knew her pussy must be in open sight. Then she put a hand between her legs and began to fondle herself in full view of Gina's shining eyes.

"Oh baby, that's right, that looks so good." Gina spoke in a low throaty moan. 

All this time Gina had been reaching around her leg to her pussy, but her movements had come to a halt while she watched Emily undress, so she now straightened up and sat back, reaching between her legs as Emily had done. Then, gripping a breast with her free hand, she began to rub her clit with her fingertip, rolling it round and round before stroking along its little shaft.

Emily was breathing hard, both from the excitement of what she and Gina were doing, and from her intense arousal. She could feel that the same warm build up that she had felt in bed was beginning again. It was possible, even likely, that she was would climax under the gaze of another woman. The thought turned her on even more and she raised one foot onto the seat alongside her, making her pussy even more visible to her new friend. 

"Oh my God, you're so wet. Take your hand away a minute, baby. Let me look at you properly." Emily did as Gina asked, taking hold of both her breasts instead and kneading them as she had seen Gina do, but leaving her legs wide and her pussy open to Gina's inspection.

"Do you know what I can see?" Gina's voice was thick with lust.

Emily shook her head.

"I can see a beautiful black pussy. I can see lovely dark brown skin around it, with black edges to your labia and a deep red gash between them. I can see that you don't shave and that your hair is very curly and dark. I can also see your clit peeking out from its hood, and your hole, which is gaping open and waiting to be filled. And, like me, you are running with juices. And you are looking so fucking sexy."

Both women, both surprised by Gina's explicit description, fell silent, and, as if by mutual arrangements, returned their fingers to their clits, carrying on where they had left off. Now all that could be heard in the room was the sound of fingers strumming rapidly and the little sex noises coming from both women. They were working hard to reach their orgasms and neither was going to stop until she got there.




Emily Ch. 01



Gina was making the loudest noises, little grunts deep in her throat that were becoming louder and more insistent as she got closer to her orgasm. Emily was whimpering softly through tightly closed lips, her own unfamiliar path to orgasm getting closer and closer.

It was Gina who came first, warning the world first with a shouted "I'm gonna fucking cuuummmmm!" The grunts then became suddenly louder and turned into open mouthed gasps, and her hips began to dance, lifting from the chair in spasms as her fingers flew over her clit and her other hand mauled and tugged her breast. It was, by any standard, an epic orgasm, lasting for what seemed to be forever with wave after wave of sensations sweeping through her. When it was over she lay back in her chair, panting and spent, and she was not immediately aware of the effect her climax had had on Emily, or how close the black girl was to her own first orgasm.

When she gathered herself enough to take notice she saw that Emily had her eyes closed, her back was arched and she was rubbing hard on her clit. Her other hand had gripped her nipple and was pulling and twisting it, the pain it must have caused lost in the sea of sex sensations that Emily was awash with.

Gina leaned forward for a closer view, fascinated by what she saw, conscious only of a room heavy with the scent of horny women and of a delightful girl in the throes of sexual enjoyment. When Emily's orgasm struck her eyes flew open, shiny and bright, and locked with Gina's, looking deep into the older woman's soul to find reassurance for what she was experiencing. Emily didn't buck or thrash about as she reached orgasm, she just went rigid, her back muscles locking and her whimpering turning into a high pitched keening noise that came from between tightly gritted teeth. It was not until the dam burst within her and the river of ecstasy flowed through her that she eventually opened her mouth and gasped for breath. 

While ever the sensations of orgasm continued Emily stared straight into Gina's eyes, half smiling, half bewildered, gasping and panting, lost in a sea of sex. But as soon as it faded she burst into tears and turned away, sobbing heavily.  

Gina had certainly not expected that reaction, and she immediately moved to sit beside Emily and gathered the young coloured girl in her arms, holding her close and running her fingers through her curly hair.

For several long minutes she held Emily close, then Emily, her sobbing quietening, turned towards her and put her arms around Gina, the two women, still naked, embracing on the sofa. Emily looked up shyly at Gina and Gina looked down to Emily, offering comfort and encouragement in her smile.

"I'm sorry, but I felt so ashamed." Emily was sniffling still, but she was nearly back in control. It had been the emotional release of her orgasm that had triggered her tears.

"Why ashamed? Because of what we've been doing?" Gina was concerned and puzzled.

"Because I spied on you through the window."

"You didn't spy, you watched. And I wanted you to."

"But I didn't know that when I did it, and I shouldn't have done it."

"Well I'm glad you did, so don't ever regret it." Gina hesitated. "I hope you might want to watch me again?" 

Emily nodded shyly, it was getting to be her usual answer, but Gina was delighted.

"Come on then, lets go and have a shower, then we'll feel better."

"No. No, I'll go home and get one, if you don't mind." Suddenly Emily needed to be alone; she wanted time to think about what she had got herself into. Her mind was in turmoil, startled at what had happened, amazed at the excitement of it, but not yet sure whether to be pleased or angry with herself. She knew for sure that she wanted it to happen again, but her upbringing would not leave her mind at rest.

"Oh, you've not fallen out with me have you?" Gina was worried that Emily was regretting their time together.

"Oh no, I just need a bit of time on my own." Emily disentangled herself from Gina's arms and went to find her knickers.

"Oh, ok, but you will call in again?" Gina just sat naked, looking up at Emily getting dressed. It was not just an invitation for tea, and both of them knew it.

"I'd love to, if you really want me to?" Emily turned anxiously, needing confirmation that she really had read the invitation correctly.

"Tomorrow evening then? Maurice is on lates again." That was the answer Emily needed. Breaking out in a smile Emily then picked up her tabard and rushed out through the door, still blushing furiously at the prospect of them being naked together again tomorrow. 



Emily Ch. 02



Emily lay in bed that night pondering recent events. When she had first spotted the woman masturbating in the next chalet a few nights before, she had watched out of curiosity and lecherous enjoyment. She certainly hadn't expected to meet the woman, or to be invited into her chalet to watch at close hand. Much less had she expected to be taking her own clothes off and exhibiting herself to a comparative stranger. But all of those things had happened, and she was wondering how.

It was true that she had taken this summer job to break free of the suffocating embrace of her family, which it's deeply religious black Jamaican roots. It was also true that she had hoped, in fact intended, to gain at least some sexual experience by working at the holiday park, she was, after all, twenty years old and ready for sex. But to join with an older white woman in a mutual exhibition of masturbation was not what she had envisaged at all. 

What worried Emily was that she had found the experience so overwhelmingly exciting and so much wanted it to happen again. When Gina had asked her to open her legs and display herself she had almost cum just watching the woman gazing at her pussy. Surely that couldn't be right? It also worried her that she had actually wanted them to touch each other, though she'd kept the thought to herself. Was she gay and didn't realise it?

No, she concluded, I still want to have a man, so I'm not gay. Possibly bi-sexual, but not gay, and probably not even bi-sexual because I was only a little bit turned on at the thought of us touching, and that would have been due to excitement and novelty, wouldn't it But if I am bi-sexual, then that just gives me more scope, doesn't it? Her mind was satisfied with that.

She had arranged to meet Gina the next evening, and she was very nervous but really looking forward to it. She would, she finally decided, let things happen and see how she felt about it afterwards. With that thought and sleep beckoning she cupped her pussy with her hand, rolled on her side and closed her eyes. She didn't hear her housemates come in an hour or so later because she was fast asleep and content.

The next day was torture. She could hardly wait for it to pass so that she could see Gina again. All day her thoughts had strayed back to the evening previous and all day her pussy had responded with an aching need. She needed to have Gina's eyes on her private places again; just the thought of it sent shivers through her. But just what would happen tonight? How far would they take things? She blamed her sweaty hands on the heat of the fryers and griddle, but she knew it wasn't really so.

Eventually her shift came to an end and she flew out of the rear door of the burger bar, pulling her tabard over her head as she went, though being in such a hurry didn't make sense really, as Gina would get home later than Emily anyway. 

As soon as she got home Emily showered, she wanted to be fresh and clean for whatever might happen, and then made herself some tea. She had intended to sit out on her little veranda as normal, but she couldn't see the roadway from there, so she settled for a stool by the kitchen window, from where she could watch for Gina's arrival home long before she actually got there. She knew she was being silly, but she couldn't help herself, she wanted more of yesterday's fun.

In the end, she was so lost in thoughts of Gina's skin, her private parts, and especially her shaven pubes, that she very nearly missed seeing her climbing the hill. Fortunately she just caught sight of the smart white uniform turning into the chalet, or she would have been waiting in vain.

Emily had promised herself that she must wait at least twenty minutes after Gina got home before calling round, but she could not contain herself for more than a bare fifteen before she was knocking on the chalet door.

Gina opened the door almost immediately and stood there with a broad welcoming smile on her face. Damp blonde hair revealed that she too had showered and she was now dressed in a simple dress.

"I'm so pleased to see you." She said, emphasising the 'so'. "I was very much afraid that you wouldn't come." She stood back to let Emily enter.

Gina led the way into the lounge then turned to face her guest with a happy smile on her face. Without speaking she held out her hands to Emily, who walked forward and took them, the two women standing gazing and smiling into each others faces. 

It would be difficult to say which one pulled the other into their arms; it was more a mutual thing, each drawing the other towards them until they were locked in a warm embrace. It was not a sexual embrace, for their lips did not meet, nor did their hands explore. It was more one of intimate feminine companionship.

"I'm so glad you've come." Gina whispered into Emily's ear.

"Me too." Replied Emily.

"Would you like some tea?" 

"No thank you, I've not long had some." Emily wanted to move things along, but didn't know how.

"Good, nor do I." Gina lowered her hands to Emily's waist and looked her in the eyes. "I don't want to wait today, do you?"

Emily felt a flash of excitement. So it really was going to happen again. She shook her head, smiling shyly.

Gina kept her eyes on Emily's, looking to gauge the girls reaction as she hooked her fingers under her light cotton top and pushed it upwards and eased it over the girl's bra. Emily's eyes betrayed momentary nerves, but then she took her arms from around Gina and raised them, letting Gina know that she could take it off altogether. 

Emily's bra and skirt were soon draped over the arm of a chair with her top and she stood naked apart from her panties, enjoying Gina's eyes travelling over her smooth brown skin. Gina fingers found the waistband of Emily's panties, but she did not pull them down immediately. She wanted to give Emily a chance to voice any objection, but when none came she gently lowered the panties, sinking to her haunches as she did so, then waited for her to lift each foot in turn to remove them entirely and toss them onto the chair. That done she just looked up at Emily standing naked before her and thought how beautiful black skin was.

"Can I do it for you?" The request came hesitantly from Emily.

"Please!" Gina's reply was automatic and delighted, and she rose to her feet to wait to be disrobed, turning around so that Emily could reach her dress zip.

Emily pulled the zip down firmly enough, but was rather tentative when it came to dislodging it from Gina's shoulders, with the result that her touch on Gina's skin was as light as butterfly's wings and sent little shivers through her being. With the dress pooled at Gina's feet Emily unclipped her bra, her hands trembling slightly with nervous excitement and needing two attempts to complete the job. 

Gina stepped out of the discarded dress and picked it up to place it with her bra alongside Emily's things, and in doing so she turned around to face her, dressed only in a pale blue thong. Just as she had yesterday Emily looked at Gina's breasts, wishing that she might kiss them. Trying to put the thought from her mind she looked down and, lowering herself onto her knees to gently ease Gina's thong over her hips. Her touch on Gina's skin was once again soft and hesitant and sent little electric tingles through her once again. Gina felt her pussy lubricate in answer to fleeting little touches that came until at last her thong had joined the rest of her clothes.

Both women were now naked and wanted to enjoy displaying themselves to each other. Without a word they both settled themselves in the seats they had used the previous day, and spread their legs for the other to see. They were ready for their planned games to begin, but Gina was looking a little hesitant.

"Can I say something before we start?"

Emily looked at Gina sharply, wondering what was wrong. "Yes, of course."

"Well there's two things really, one's about an apology I owe you, or I will do."

Emily looked at Gina puzzled as to what apology she was supposed to be owed.

"You probably noticed last night that it turns me on more to talk dirty when I'm horny, and I can't help it, it just comes out. So if I didn't offend you last night, I probably will sometime, so I'm apologising in advance."

"I did notice, and I don't mind, honestly." In reality, after she had got over the first shock of hearing Gina swear, it had turned her on too. In fact the graphic and detailed way Gina had described her pussy last night had nearly made her cum on the spot.

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes, say everything you want to, it's nice."

"Good, I can't stop it anyway. Now, the second thing is something rather personal about you, and I hope you won't mind me saying it." Gina looked serious.

Emily shook her head, but now she was worried as to what might be coming next. 

"You know, you'd feel a whole lot cooler in summer if you shaved. And you'd like the feel of being smooth too."

Emily stared at Gina in shock. This wasn't something she'd foreseen at all. She's thought Gina was going to say something like 'this will be the last time for us' or 'you don't touch yourself sexily enough for me'. But to be given advice to shave her pubes was unexpected, though it might well, she conceded, be true enough.

"I've never done it." Emily confessed.

"Then you want to try it, you have no idea how good you'll feel."

"I wouldn't know how, and even if I did know, I wouldn't do it in case I cut myself!"

"You don't have to shave, you can use a cream, or wax it, but it's worth doing. I promise."

Emily had been surprised when she'd seen Gina's shaven pubes, she'd thought it was only models and such like who did that, but she had been impressed by how nice it looked, and had actually wondered about it for herself. She answered Gina with the fact that had stopped her doing anything about it. "I wouldn't dare!"

"But it really is worth it, Em, it's so much nicer." 

Emily was caught out by the use of her lifelong pet name and her answer was probably more open that it should have been. "I know, I like the idea and I'd like to do it, but I just don't dare."

"Then will you let me do it for you?" 

Emily's mouth opened and closed several times before words came out, and even then her mind couldn't believe what her mouth was saying. "Yes! Yes, please, I think I'd like you to." 

Gina rose and left the room, leaving Emily wrestling with her inhibitions. "I shan't be long."

When she returned she was carrying a large tray with everything she needed on it, including two small bowls of water, one with a face cloth soaking in it. She carried a couple of towels slung over her shoulder. The effect against her nakedness was comical, and Emily giggled for all her nervousness.

Gina placed the tray on the floor near Emily's feet, then unslung one of the towels. "Just stand up a moment please, Em,"

Again the shortened name, but she obeyed and Gina spread a towel over the seat. "That's it, you can sit down again now, but will you sit on the edge and lie back?"

Emily did so, spreading her legs again as Gina knelt between her feet.

"Ready?" 

Emily nodded.

"Ok, you'll love it when I've done, sweetheart, honestly." Gina picked up a pair of scissors from the tray and began to snip away most of Emily's pubic hair, leaving just stubble. Emily blushed scarlet, once again glad of the concealing pigment of her skin that helped hide her shame, the embarrassment only partly due to her predicament. In fact most of it was due to the thrill she was getting from Gina's closeness and from the touch of the woman's fingers on her pussy lips as she stretched them for the scissors. She was sure that her pussy must be running wet by now and Gina was sure to see it.

Gina brushed away bits of loose hair from Emily's skin with little sweeping motions of her hand, and then took the face cloth from the water and wrung it out.

"This is hot." She warned, going on to explain "it makes it easier to shave" as she spread it out and placed it firmly over Emily's pussy, moulding it to her shape. It was hot, but just bearable.

Gina was kneeling between Emily's legs, resting her arms on Emily's thighs to help her balance while she waited for the heat to work. Emily was very conscious of this unthinking contact and of just how warm it made her feel. She reached down and placed her hands over the back of Gina's. Gina looked up, a little surprised, then interlaced her fingers with Emily's and smiled, the alternate pale and dark skinned fingers making an intimate pattern against Emily's thigh. 

"Everything ok, sweetheart." She asked, her use of the endearment giving Emily a nice glow inside.

"Yes, thanks, it's good." She wasn't quite sure what was good apart from everything, but it felt the right answer.

Gina untangled their fingers then took away the cloth and sprayed some shaving foam into her hand from a can on the tray. Then she started smoothing the foam over Emily's skin, gently but thoroughly covering the entire area of her hair, and making Emily's pussy melt in the process. Emily closed her eyes to absorb the intensely pleasurable sensation of Gina's fingers passing over her pussy and the cool moist feeling of the foam.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Gina had interpreted the closed eyes differently.

"I know. It just feels nice, that's all."

Gina smiled to herself at Emily's reply; she would have to try and make it stay nice. Certainly, Gina thought, it looked nice with the white of the foam against the brown of Emily's skin making such a stunning contrast. She picked up a disposable razor, dipped it into the other bowl of water and began to shave Emily's bikini line. Lightly but firmly she drew the razor across Emily's skin, stripping away the stubble of her curly black hair and leaving beautifully smooth soft skin behind. 

As she progressed she worked steadily downwards, rinsing the hair from the razor at intervals, progressing down the sides of Emily's pussy. Drawing the skin tight for the razor, especially in the more difficult areas at the edge of her labia and just above her clitoris, brought Gina more closely into contact with another woman's pussy than she had ever been before, and she was finding the whole thing very exciting.

For Emily the experience was one of total ecstasy. The soft feel of Gina's fingers, the gentle pull of the razor against her pubes was turning her on big time. It was getting difficult not to let out little gasps and moans as Gina's touch got closer and closer to her most intimate parts. She lay back with her eyes still closed just revelling in the insistent throbbing of her clit and the instinctive pulsing of her vagina. 

Gina was coming to the end of her task with some regret, Emily was now almost completely shaved with only the occasional missed hair to remove, but Gina didn't want the contact to end. She was determined to make the most of the intimate contact with the younger woman and so, using gently pushing palms, she guided her legs back as if to have sex. Then, using the greater access this granted, she gently foamed and shaved the area below Emily's pussy almost as far as the girls anus, although there was nothing there needing shaving. Emily's reaction to this was a gentle sigh as if of satisfaction, and Gina knew that she too wanted the contact to continue.

Eventually, all possible hair was gone and Gina realised that to continue would only make Emily sore. She put down the razor and, rinsing the face cloth in the clean bowl of water, she gentle washed Emily's pussy clean of any stray hairs and shaving foam. Then she leaned back a little to survey her handiwork.

"Now you look absolutely beautiful, good enough to eat." Gina hadn't actually meant that as it sounded and fortunately Emily hadn't picked up on the double meaning, but to Gina's surprise, the realisation of what she had really said made Gina's heart and pussy both flutter.

She dabbed Emily dry with the second towel then gently rubbed moisturiser into her skin. It was a beautifully intimate contact and Gina continued to stroke Emily's pussy long after the need to had gone, and on one of those strokes her fingertip made contact with the tip of Emily's clit. Whether she did it accidentally or deliberately even Gina was not sure, but the effect on Emily was to bring a cry of pleasure from her lips followed immediately by an involuntary "Yes!"

Gina was only too willing to oblige and immediately, and this time very deliberately, ran her fingertip over the end of Emily's clitoris. Another little cry escaped Emily's lips and her body jerked in reaction, making her bent back legs kick the air. Emily hooked a hand behind each knee, pulling her legs back and holding them open for Gina to touch her again. There was now no mistaking Emily's wishes and Gina placed her fingers openly onto her pussy, rubbing gently against her clit.

It took less than a minute of Gina's touch before Emily began making the same keening noise as she had when she had climaxed the night before and Gina grinned happily to herself that she was now going to make Emily cum. Emily's eyes were still squeezed tight shut and her back began to arch once more, the noise in her throat increasing in intensity until suddenly, at the moment the orgasm struck, she gasped and opened her eyes wide, locking them once more onto Gina's. Her orgasm this time was, if anything, even more intense than the last one. Her hips twitched and jerked slightly, her breath came in short gasps between lengthy holds, and her eyes, even though staring straight into Gina's, had that faraway look of intense pleasure.

When the climax subsided and Emily was once more in control of herself, she lowered her legs on either side of Gina and smiled a happy smile of silent 'thank you' to the woman still kneeling between her legs. Gina smiled back and the two remained silent and still, just looking at each other and thinking about the irrevocable step that their relationship had now taken. Neither of them was certain what they really thought of it and neither of them knew how the other was reacting.

For a year long minute the two remained in tableau, the Gina, content now in her own mind, lifted herself from her haunches and leaned forward over Emily, threading her hands around Emily's body to take her into an embrace. For just a moment Emily hesitated, then she too put her arms around her friend and the two held each other tight, silently applauding their new status.

After a few minutes Gina disentangled herself and stood up, looking down at a surprised Emily. She smiled in reassurance before she held her hand out and spoke.

"Come on. Em" She beckoned slightly with the extended hand, clearly intending Emily to take hold and stand up. Emily did so, still looking a little uncertain.

"Come on, Lets be more comfortable" Gina repeated and began leading Emily from the room, the two naked women hand in hand.

Emily wasn't sure at first where Gina was taking her, but the chalet was not large and within a dozen steps she had been led into the bedroom where Gina indicated the double bed.

"Come on." Gina repeated the words for the third time, lowering herself onto the bed and pulling Emily down beside her. She was a little shaken to find herself doing this, but was certain it was right. It was just that she had not envisaged taking anyone to bed other than her husband, and certainly not someone of the same sex, only a little over half her age and belonging to a different race. But Gina believed she had found someone special in Emily and had no doubts about continuing. She reached out to the girl as she lay on the bed and pulled her close.

This time the embrace was not platonic, it was the embrace of lovers. Emily's hands stroked Gina's back down as far as the curve of her bottom, gently caressing and exploring the strange sensation of another woman's skin, while Gina was a little more adventurous. Having already touched Emily very intimately she had few reservations and with one hand around the girls shoulders she gently insinuated the other between there bodies and began to squeeze Emily's breast.




Emily Ch. 02



Emily's Master led her into the elevator and directed the attendant to go to the "cellar". No one spoke a word and she was a little uneasy with the silence. When the lift stopped, the gate was opened and the two stepped off the platform. There was a man waiting in the corridor and Master produced an envelope and handed it to him. All the man said was, "Please follow me..." It was very dark in the long and winding corridor. The walls were very dark and there were no windows, only doors and passages to other hallways. There were torches hanging here and there along the way, to give a minimum of light. As they turned a corner, she could hear noises on the other side of the doors. Moans, screams, and in addition, the sound of flesh being struck is whatever form of punishment was preferred by the participants. Emily grabbed her Master's hand and jumped. She was a little uneasy with what may be in store for her. 

They stopped in front of a large wood door and the man swiped a key and motioned for the two to step inside. To Emily's surprise, the room was warm and somewhat inviting, considering the surroundings and atmosphere. The walls were dark wood, and there was a large round platform in the center of the room. It was covered in tufted red velvet. It looked like a large round bed, and had heavy wooden legs. There was a remote control in the center, and Emily also noticed leather straps attached to heavy rings strewn about on the platform. She wondered what the remote was for, since there was no television in the room. 

Master took off His jacket and placed it on the edge of the platform. The room smelled like leather. Between the jacket and the straps, the heady aroma of leather filled the room extensively, and Emily was almost light headed because of it. Master knew that she had this reaction to the smell and it pleased Him well. Master seated Himself on the platform in the center and Emily took her place next to Him, as an obedient pet should. He opened His legs a bit and pulled her between them. She was sitting on her knees, had taken her shoes off, and unpinned her hair. She shook her head a bit and her hair spilled around her shoulders. He kissed her deeply, passionately, and cupped her breasts with His large warm hands. He squeezed her nipples until they smarted and delighted in the gasp his touch emitted from Emily. He drew her to her knees and was face level with her breasts. The material of her dress crossed in the front, which He easily pulled aside to gain better access. The fingers of one hand slid up the inside of her thighs while the other captured one of her breasts, and held it. He rubbed His face against the orbs of warm flesh as fingers slid farther to touch her hot wet nether lips, until she moaned. She cried out a little as His tongue traced circles around first one hard nipple, then the other; followed by His teeth. He smiled wide from her reaction and also due to the wet heat His fingers found.

Master paused for a moment and looked into Emily's eyes. He grabbed the dress about mid chest and pulled, hard. The dress gave way, roughly, and exposed her. He had bought the dress for her, and in fact she belonged to Him, so He did as He wished. Master motioned her to move back a bit, and center herself on the platform. He had her splayed in front of Him, with her spread legs on either side of His. She was exposed to Him completed, and He touched her, all over, but deliberately avoided any areas that would arouse her exceedingly. He kept the strokes to her arms, belly, legs, but nothing else. He knew that Emily was hungry for Him immensely, and He was for her as well, but He was patient, and wanted to tease her before succumbing to release for either one of them. With his other hand He picked up the remote and pressed one of the buttons. The three surrounding walls opened, revealing glass walls. On the other side of the glass were various "scenes" being played out. The sounds being emitted during the play were muffled but audible. In one room, was a young woman chained and stretched as she stood arms and legs wide. She wore a crude blindfold, and high heels, but nothing else. Another woman was on her knees in front of her, pleasuring her pussy with her tongue and a large dildo while her "Master" smacked her ass with a paddle. In the next was a young woman on her knees, sucking on one Master, while another took her ass, and none too gently. The one behind her had his fingers buried in her hair, while the one on front had a hold of her head as well, pushing her harder onto his cock. In the last room was a woman on a Sybian. She straddled the large leather contraption while her arms were held in restraints above her head. Her Master fondled and slapped her heavy breasts.

Emily watched from one room to the next, in amazement. She was so distracted by the performances around her, that she didn't notice when Master strapped her arms to leather straps above her head, and her ankles as well. Her legs had enough "give" to them that he was able to turn her knees outward somewhat, in which he restrained as well. He quietly wrapped leather straps around her thighs, tightly, holding them securely. 

Master had never confined her to this extent, but she trusted Him; so although she was a little surprised, she felt that He would not hurt her, so she was okay with it. Next He applied a leather strap to her throat, and also crossing her breasts. She could not move at all. 

Her eyes wide, she started to protest, but Master placed a finger gently on her lips and said, "Shhhh, it's okay... You know I wouldn't hurt you, and I will protect you right?" 

She nodded nervously, as well as she could. Her movements were extremely confined. 

"Do you like what you see pet?" He asked softly. 

"Yes Master." She replied softly and looked at His eyes.

"I will not blindfold you, because I want to see your reaction, and also I want you to see what is going on. I also want to hear you." He responded to her. 

He again picked up the remote and pushed another button. The door opened and a young woman stepped inside carrying a tray. She was tall and blond. Emily's first reaction of her was that she was all "tits and legs". The woman wore a black leather g-string, high heels and a mask. Emily knew the mask was to procure that she remained without an identity. She was what she was, technically, in the world that was this place; she was a body, no more, no less. On the tray were various items, for Master's use. There were vibrators of varying sizes, and also Emily noticed a small whip, or flogger. It had numerous "strings" of leather. Master had never used anything like this on her before. 

"I want you to know pet, that you have no choice what will happen, but, I can assure you that no one will fuck you, no one will be in your mouth, as your mouth is mine, and most importantly, you will not cum. Do you understand?" He said calmly and matter-of-factly. 

She nervously responded, "Yes, Master." Master took a few items from the tray and the woman backed up to the wall and lowered her head.

Master lowered His head and tasted her sweet wetness. He sucked her a little, and then a little rougher. She cried out under His touch and His cock throbbed. He pressed yet another button on the remote and two men walked in the door. They appeared that they were Dominants, and from the look of the front of their pants, were very aroused. Emily was nervous and excited at the same time. Surely the people in the "rooms" could see her, just as she could see them, and now, there were people actually in the room with them. Master knew what limits He could take her to, but He knew how to push that limit as well. He would not however, go too far, and allow any harm to come to her. Master settled himself next to her, as if to show His prowess, and also ownership of her. Emily looked around and the "scenes" were continuing in the rooms around them. Her eyes darted back to the others in their room as the two men got close to her and began touching her. While they pawed and groped at her body, Master placed a vibrator inside her and turned it on. The men pinched her, squeezed her, as they clearly enjoyed her captive status and almost frightened state. She said no, but since that was not a safe word, it carried no substance, but seemed to encourage the "assault" even more. As the intensity was heightened on the vibrator, and now a small one placed near her clit, Emily started to pull against the restraints. Her movements were futile, since the confines were so tight, and indeed welts were beginning to form under the tight leather straps. Master knew how aroused she was becoming and also how the "other" side of her was fighting to give way and succumb to the sensations her body was experiencing. When Master sensed that she was becoming too aroused, he would back off. 

He withdrew the second vibrator, but left the one inside of her where it was. One of the men dipped his head and tasted the wetness between her thighs. He sucked and bit at her soft folds. She cried out and whimpered. Master noticed a light sheen of perspiration forming over her skin, as she continued to struggle against the restraints. The man suckled and licked her engorged clit as the other teased and pinched her aching nipples. She cried out again and pleaded for them to stop. As her body and mind fought against each other in the onslaught of sensations, and her highly aroused body wanted release, the men switched places. The new man attacked her clit like a hungry animal. The other, instead of touching her tender nipples, decided it would be more intriguing to place his fingers inside her, next to the pounding vibrations of the vibrator, and "fuck" her with his fingers. Emily groaned deeply. 

"Remember, you have to fight it pet, DON'T cum!" Master said to her. 

As her body writhed and churned, Master picked up the flogger and dragged it over her body. The fear that he had seen glimpses of earlier had disappeared; to be replaced by animal lust. He could see the hunger burning in her, and the ache of the release that her body so desperately needed. When he could see her release trying to begin, he sharply cracked the leather strands over her breasts, making her aching nipples sting. The welts rose almost immediately and she growled. Master told the men to back off, and they reluctantly did so. Emily tried to arch and buck under her restraints, do anything so she could cum. 

"Pleassseeeee Master, let me cum!!!" she pleaded, "Pleassseee..."

In response, he snapped the flogger over her cunt, and she whimpered, growled and cried out, all at the same time. The men had turned their attention to the woman with the tray, and Emily was all but crying for the aching need that she needed and wanted. 

Master said, "It's time to go my pet..." and he began to untie the leather straps. He withdrew the vibrator, and finished with the last of the restraints. He pulled her into His arms and held her shaking body. 

"I want to cum Master, please..." she panted breathlessly. 

"Oh you will pet, and then some..." He said with a chuckle. He could see the welts and marks on her body, seemingly all over, from the leather, but she didn't seem to care, in fact, she seemed proud of them. 

Her dress was torn, so she couldn't cover herself to leave. Master picked it up and slid it on her as well as possible, and then placed His leather jacket on her. They left the room, and she could barely walk. He held His arm around her and they got on the elevator platform. When the elevator stopped and they got off, the door attendant asked if wither of them wanted a bottle of water. Master took two, and they headed to the door.

The cool night air was somewhat refreshing as they stepped out of the warehouse and headed for the waiting cab. Master gave the hotel address to the driver and they left. When they had gotten inside the cab, Emily took a long hard drink of the water. She finished more than half of the bottle. Emily remembered that the trip to get to the warehouse had taken about 20 minutes. She then wantonly straddled her Master and placed her hands on the ceiling of the car. Master yanked open the jacket and what was left of her dress and squeezed her tender breasts. She threw her head back and groaned. The driver almost veered off the road. His fingers penetrated her sore and aching cunt and she cried out again. He sucked on her nipples roughly while his fingers (three of them) pounded and surged inside her soaking pussy. She was breathing heavily, as was He, and when she was close yet again, He stopped. Again she growled. She was like an animal in heat and was starving for Him to take her. He grinned at her in response. 

When they arrived back at the hotel, Master paid the driver double the fare, and they got out of the car. Emily again wrapped the torn dress and the jacket around her and they headed to the elevator. She had taken off her shoes as well. When they got on, there was an older couple, very elegantly dressed, waiting there. The gentleman dropped his jaw when he saw Emily's disheveled state and the woman simply stared. The man's attention was then averted to Master, and he looked at Him in envy. The woman looked at Emily in a disgusted manner and Emily simply stared back at her and lifted her chin defiantly, in as much to say, you have no idea... When the elevator stopped at their floor, they both left, laughing. They hurried to the room as Master slid the card into the lock.

When Master and Emily stepped into the room, they found it dimly lit and ready for the evening. Turn down service no doubt. Master pressed Emily against the door roughly and yanked the clothes open again as she let the jacket slip to the floor. What was left of the dress was now shreds as he ripped it from her body. He kissed her so hard it likely bruised her mouth. She sucked his mouth and tongue deeply, as if to coax His tongue to fuck her mouth. She began pulling at His trousers, wanting Him, needing Him to be naked as she was. She slipped His shirt over His head and His trousers fell, as did His boxers. She dropped to her knees and began sucking Him; her hungry mouth milking and stroking Him madly. As much as He wanted to fill her hungry mouth, He wanted to violate her body more. He let her suck Him for a bit more, and then grabbed her by the hair. He pushed her forward, so she was on all fours and got behind her. He slapped the inside of her thighs with the back of His hand and she spread her legs wider; so wide she struggled to hold herself up. She placed her cheek against the floor and placed her ass ready for Him. Clever Master that He was, he had slipped the "toys" from the cellar in the pocket of His jacket, and He then pulled them out. He slapped her ass, harder than she ever remembered Him slapping her. She groaned like a true bitch in heat. 

"Does my nasty pet want to cum for her Master?" He asked through gritted teeth. 

"Yes Master..." she replied, her voice almost inaudible. Again He slapped her ass, even harder. So hard in fact, it made her scream. 

"What was that bitch? I didn't hear you..." he growled at her. "Does my nasty cunt enjoy having strange men suck her tasty clit?" 

"YES Master!" she shouted, PLEASEEEEEEE." 

"Please what my nasty bitch..."he sneered at her. His cock pounding and dripping so hard, He wanted to tear her apart. 

"PLEASEEEEEEEEEE! I'm begging You Master, PLEASSEEEE FUCK ME!!!!!!!!" Her voice was a growl. Master had never heard her get to this degree of hunger before. "Tell me what you want cunt...TELL ME!" He shouted at her, His strong voice booming through the room. 

Her body was shaking now and he could see the tension in her, coiled and ready to strike. She was breathing in labored pants, almost as if she were "possessed." They have never had a "scene" that deep before, and it wasn't over yet. His cock was so engorged and ready it was painful. All He knew was when He let loose in her, she would certainly be sore. He felt as though He would cum buckets. She raised herself slightly, to brace her hands, and raise her ass a bit more. He felt her press backwards slightly. 

Breathlessly she growled, "Your dirty fucking whore needs to be pounded Master; filled, taken, abused like only a cunt worthy of You can be..."

He placed one vibrator on her clit, turned it on all the way, and slid the other one inside her dripping pussy. Her thighs were soaked; her juices were running down her legs. He slid the device in and out of her a few times, and felt that she would cum soon. He slid the vibrator out of her again, and poised the head of His cock at her pulsing opening. Her hand replaced His with the smaller vibrator and He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled. 

"Tell me bitch...tell me..." 

" OH GOD MASTER!!!" she screamed, "FUCK ME HARD AND TAKE MY ASS!!!!!!" 

Using the fistful of hair as leverage, He slid into her pussy, all the way in, until their bodies met. Her tight wetness sucking Him, milking Him, begging to be abused. He slid the vibrator, which was wet from her juices, into her ass and turned it on with His thumb. That was all it took. He started to ride her, so hard it even hurt Him! Faster and faster, harder and harder, she exploded on Him. He could feel her juices flowing from her, as He felt His own release coming as well. The vibrations from both vibrators, her pounding, His pounding, and the screaming/groaning that she was doing, pulled His release from deep within Him. The orgasm hit Him so hard the He felt as though He were paralyzed, or would pass out. He didn't know which, and didn't really care. Over and over it turned Him, shaking Him, so much so, He growled right along with her. Although it overtook Him so intensely, He didn't want it to end. When it subsided, He just wanted to collapse; it had exhausted Him. Emily had settled back onto the floor and was breathing heavily. She was trembling. When He leaned over to kiss her cheek and see if she was okay, He found her crying. 

"Are you okay pet?" He asked softly and kissed her cheek. 

"Yes Master, I'm fine. It was just really intense and I am very happy." She said in a whisper.

He lay next to her for a few minutes, holding and stroking her. He knew she was very tired but asked if she would like a bath. 

"Yes, that would be wonderful..." she replied, "Will You join me?" 

"Of course pet" he said with a chuckle and headed for the bathroom to start the tub. 

When He returned, he asked, "anything else pet?" She looked up at Him and smiled. 

"After our bath? Can I cum again?" He laughed out loud and took her hand to help her up. They headed for the bath...

The light in the huge bathroom had a dimmer, which was a nice touch. When Master snapped on the switch, He turned the lights on low. It made a very nice ambiance in the room. Emily turned on the water and sat on the edge of the tub. Her Master scrutinized the welts that had risen and also the bruises that were forming as a result of the encounter they had earlier in the evening. 

"Are you sure you are okay pet?" He asked gently, stroking her cheek. 

"Yes Master, I am fine. Did I please You tonight?" she replied as she looked at Him and smiled. 

"Oh yes pet, very much so..." He said gently and brushed her forehead with His lips. 

"Well then I am proud to have them. In fact, the soreness I feel serves as a reminder that I pleased You well. That is what I want." She said with a smile. The way she looked at Him told Him that she was telling the truth. 

Master got in the tub first and motioned Emily to get in and lay next to Him. She got in gingerly, as her abrasions tingled a bit when the very warm water hit them. She lowered herself in front of Him and rested her back against His chest. She laid her head against his shoulder and released a deep sigh. Master pushed the button for the jets in the tub and the motor began to whirr. They both simply sat back and relaxed. Neither one needed to say a word. Emily was so content she was practically purring. After a few minutes, she sat upright and looked over her shoulder at her Master. He grinned and winked at her and she smiled and blushed. He grabbed a thick, lush washcloth and soap and started to wash her. Her hair was wet, and streamed over her shoulders like wet silk. She moaned as His hands ran over her shoulders. When He finished her back and arms, she moved a bit and turned around to face Him. She was resting on her legs. He continued bathing her, and she picked up His free hand and kissed His fingertips and then began to suck His fingers; all while looking Him directly in the eye. 




Emily Ch. 02



"Emily? I have a request for you." He said with lustful eyes. 

"Yes, anything..." she replied huskily. 

"I want you to be with me. I want to be Brad to you tonight. Brad and Emily." He said matter-of-factly. 

She looked at Him a little puzzled, but said "Of course. I would like that." 

He smiled at her and she took the washcloth from him and lathered it again with lots of soap. She stroked his arms and chest, thoroughly enjoying the feel of him under her fingers. She placed her hands on either side of his broad shoulders and leaned in to kiss him. They could both tell from the kiss just how hungry the other was. He stroked her body and tingled all over from the "humming" feel of her moan felt against his mouth. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her slightly to nudge her into straddling him. She smoothly moved her legs so she was; his hardness resting against her parted nether lips. She ground herself against him slightly, and then it was he who moaned. She murmured against his lips as she kissed him, 

"Take me to bed Brad, please..." She stood up and the water and soap drizzled down her body. She backed up a little and took his hands in hers. She helped him up and they both stepped from the tub. They continued kissing and they quickly dried each other and themselves with the hotel's large, luxurious towels. He took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

The bed was very inviting. Soft moonlight streamed in, falling over the bed in soft shadows. It was very high and large; covered by very high quality sheets and from the looks of it, a thick featherbed. Six large pillows completed the beckoning sanctuary. Emily had towel dried her hair and run her fingers through it, and it hung it large loose ringlets around her head and shoulders. She paused as she reached the side of the bed and pulled Brad against her. She stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He wrapped his arms completely around her and hugged her close. Their hungry mouths continued their assault on each other. Emily lifted her left leg and wrapped it around Brad's waist; doing so in such a way that his hard cock was pressed against her wetness. He placed his hands under her ass and lifted her. As a counter action to this, she lifted her other leg, wrapping them around his waist. He leaned forward and they both fell to the bed. Brad held Emily's head in his hands and kissed her gently. She had one hand laced in his hair at the back of his head, while the other traced over his shoulders with her nails, making him shiver. He looked into her eyes deeply and began tracing over her jaw, throat and collarbone with kisses and brushes of his lips. This time when his lips passed over her stiff peaks, it was very gently. 

She groaned softly, "Ohhhhh yessssss Braaddd..." 

His mouth continued blazing a slow and gentle trail down her body. Over her ribs, belly and hips; driving her mad with his touch. For a brief moment, in her mind, she thought that this feeling, right now, was worse than when he was rough. All she did know was that if he were to stop, she would surely die. She opened her legs for him, wide. When she felt his tongue on her inner thigh, she whimpered. She had her hands knotted in fists in the sheets. She breathlessly anticipated when he would place his tongue on the aching, pulsing need that was burning between her legs. He blew a little air on her, soft as a caress, and she cried out; both from excitement and also because her nerves were so tense with wanting him, her senses were tight and much heightened. He placed his mouth at the top of the cleft of her lips and gently rubbed his lower lip over her. She thought she would die. He felt her legs trembling and her lips pulsing under his mouth. His hot tongue slowly and gently traced her; tasting her sweetness, savoring her. He repeated tracing his tongue over her, feeling her pearl throbbing, begging him to give her more. 

His own need and instinct took over, as his teasing, tasting grew in intensity. His strokes grew faster and deeper as her body writhed and stroked back. It was as if her hot wet cunt was trying to stroke his tongue as well. As his strokes got even faster, as did her movements, and she got even wetter, hotter, and sweeter. His hands were wrapped around her upper thighs, via the underside of her legs, and he was holding her captive around his head, feasting on her. He felt the waves beginning in her, and felt her body tense and she cried out deeply for him; as if to shatter the windows. He held her steady, continuing his determined and relentless stroking. Her back arched and raised from the bed slightly as the waves pounded her to the very core. 

When they subsided, and she lay back slightly, breathing very heavily, he slowed down, and eventually stopped. She rose to her elbows and beckoned him for a kiss. She kissed his mouth hungrily, tasting, licking, sucking; defying the intense release she had just experienced. She smiled at him and sat upright, to fluff the pillows against the headboard of the bed and patted her hand next to them, as if to coerce him to settle against the soft haven. 

He kissed her again and did just that. He slid down slightly, and a slow grin crossed his lips. She straddled him, on all fours, and teased his lips just as he had done to her. She brushed her lips over his forehead, down his nose, over his lips, where she licked and tasted him again, taking his lower lips between hers and sucked gently. Over his jaw, to his ear; the tip of her tongue tracing it oh so gently, and his cock throbbed. He knew how that tongue would feel on the ridge of it. She traced kisses/nips down the side of his neck, over his shoulders, reveling in his soft moan. She sat up a bit and lightly traced her fingers over his chest and belly, this time making HIM shiver. She ran her thumb over first one taut nipple, then the other and she smiled at his sharp intake of breath through his teeth. Her lips, then tongue, followed. His moans only encouraged her further, and fueled her desire more. She felt him throb with each pass of her tongue and she loved it. She brushed her face and mouth slowly down his chest, and over his belly, and he simply watched her. 

She continued to move downward, over his hips, tracing her fingers over the tops and inside of his thighs. He had his hands behind the pillows comfortably, but his body was coiled tightly. He felt her warm breath as her cheek brushed over his rigid cock and he thought he would go mad. His own juices were forming droplets on his belly where his cock lay tightly and ready to bury itself into any part of her that it could. She looked into his eyes and ran her tongue over him, cleaning the droplets from his flesh. She looked so satisfied; so completely enraptured with him. She placed her fingers around his shaft, gently, and stroked him as though he were a precious gift. She ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft from the base all the way to the tip in one long stroke. When she reached the tip, she didn't pause, but smoothly took the tip between her lips and slid her mouth down his aching cock. He felt the hot wet heat of her mouth over every millimeter of his throbbing organ, taking him, enveloping; and he groaned, "Ohhh fuckkkk..." 

Emily wrapped the palm of her hand around his warm full pouch, holding it snugly, and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. She ran her tongue over his perineum and sucked his flesh gently. Now it was HIS legs that were trembling. Her tongue began its worship of his pulsing cock. She licked and sucked her way up and down the shaft, deliberately avoiding the tip. He kept fighting the urge to grab her and drive her mouth onto him, but he didn't. He was too caught up in the sensation; and he wanted to see what she would do next. Slowly but surely, she worked her way up to the tip. She swirled her tongue around and around his sticky throbbing head, teasing, tasting; delighting in the feel of the heat, taste and sensation of his cock in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the tip, and slid her mouth onto him, just over the ridge, tightening just a little, and then slowly pulling back, so it "popped" in and out of her lips. He wanted to talk, he wanted to move, but his cock wouldn't let him break from the feeling of the strokes of her tongue. She paused and held the tip between her lips and stroked the cleft at the underside with steady deliberate strokes. He could feel it, if she kept it up, he would cum soon. He wanted to fill her; remind them both that even though they scenario was different right now, she still belonged to him. He stopped her gently, and she rose to her knees. She moved forward and straddled him.

Emily poised herself over his hips. "Brad? My Master? Could I make you cum inside me? Please?" She purred gently to him. 

"C'mere my hot little bitch..." he replied huskily. 

She settled over him so that the head of his cock was just at her entrance. She slid down over him smoothly and steadily. She was still tight, and very wet. Instead of resting at a slant over him, she remained upright, thus allowing his access to be deeper into her. She began gyrating her hips, thrusting herself upon him, so the feeling inside of her was like when he was thrusting inside of her. She was in a position as to allow both of them just enough movement, so they could pound onto/into each other with enough momentum to carry themselves to orgasm. Harder and faster she thrusted, and then she reached behind her and wrapped her hand around his sac and massaged his throbbing perineum with her fingers. Her movements did not change when his release began; in fact they intensified, as the waves started to pound in yet again for her as well. She cried out that she could feel him filling her; begging him for more. He growled in response...Her body sucking and stroking him, her silky wet core pulling every drop from him. Together they rode the tremors, over and over until at last she slowed and then stopped, utterly exhausted. She bent forward and rested against his chest as they both felt the other's deep breaths as they recovered from the intense orgasms they shared.

Brad hugged Emily tightly and rolled her over slightly, so she was half way under him. She stroked his shoulders gently and smiled at him. 

"Brad? Master? Did I fulfill your request to your satisfaction?" she asked playfully. 

"Ohhh yesss My darling pet. That you did!" he said as he kissed the tip of her nose. 

"May I offer a request as well?" she said as she gazed into his warm eyes. 

"Of course!" he answered. 

"Tomorrow, after we have both rested well, will you please use me to please yourself until you can't use me anymore?" she replied sweetly. 

He threw his head back and laughed. "I'll see what I can do my pet," was his reply. 

They both settled in under the covers and Emily snuggled into the soft decadent bed, and Brad's arms, and went to sleep, smiling. Brad hugged her again gently, as a broad grim spread across his face. Sleep well my little pet, you will have a busy day tomorrow... With that, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.



Emily Ch. 02



Working out has paid off and I am grateful to have been able to support Emily's weight against me. I feel her balance returning as the orgasm subsides. Slowly, I shift my hand away from her cunt to wrap around her back and hold her to me with both arms while her breathing returns to normal. I feel her weight lessen as her legs get their strength back. My hand and shirt cuff are soaked and even outside the smell of sex is intoxicatingly strong.

"Thank you," she breathes into my chest. "Thank you, Master."

I can feel how tired she is. She must have been holding that tension, that specific fantasy, in check for a long time. But she still calls me "master", indicating that she is still playing the game. I brush her cheek and feel moisture. Is she weeping?

"Oh, Master, thank you."

I kiss the top of her head. "Are you ready to show how grateful you are for being allowed to cum?"

She turns her face up to meet my gaze and I see that her eyes are moist, perhaps steamy, over a radiant smile. Her cheeks are so flush, her lips so full. Forget the smell of sex, it is desire that wafts to my senses like hot brandy.

"Yes, Master"

The day is too beautiful to go inside, but the deck is the wrong setting. "Follow," I instruct and start walking around the side of the house to the back where the grass is still soft and comfortable underfoot. I slow and turn around to find her right behind me, walking with her hands clasped behind her back. She stops and stands with her shoulders back and her feet spread at about the distance they were spread on the porch. She has thrown herself into it and remembers the rules as she learns them.

I begin with a simple command. She had asked to be commanded. "Unbutton my shirt."

She steps forward and quickly works her way down my buttons. I pull the shirt off and hand it to her.

"Fold it and put it down out of the way."

She folds my shirt and places it a few feet away on the ground.

"Remove my pants."

Her hands caress above my belt for a moment, then move to unbuckle me. She pulls my pants down slowly, her eyes locked on the bulge in my trousers. Since I was already barefoot, she slips each leg off. I stop her as she starts to fold my jeans.

"Remove the belt and hand it to me," I command. I watch her lusty expression mix with a touch of apprehension as she pulls the leather strap free from the belt loops. I take the belt from her, holding it by the buckle, and let it hang by my side. She stacks my folded jeans with my shirt.

She faces me and I loop the belt about her neck and through the buckle so that it hangs loose like a neckties.

"Hold onto that for me"

"Yes, Master"

"Remove my boxers"

Emily kneels before me and spreads her knees, remembering her initial position in this encounter. I watch from above, looking down at her upturned face, through her cleavage, down her body kissed by the early afternoon sunlight to her exposed cunt being tickled by the lawn. She leans forward and, pulling the waistband out in the front, reaches in touching my swollen cock just enough to guide my boxers down around it. Her touch is electric and my cock pulses and jumps. Her face remains turned up staring at my cock, looking away only long enough to fold and stack. She then folds her arms behind her back and waits.

I remember her mouth on my finger and say, "Show me how much pleasure you can give me with your mouth, Slave."

"Yes, Master," she says rising up on her knees and shifting until her nose is level with the head of my cock. Her face and eyes turn up. I see the fire growing there again. "Thank you, Master," she breaths heavily. The hot breath in her words pour across the shaft of my cock causing it to jump and bounce, tapping the bridge of her nose.

Emily dips her head sideways and flicks her tongue out to lick just above where my cock and balls meet, watching me. I put my hands on my hips to give them a place to rest that doesn't obstruct the view. Head still tilted to the side, she opens her mouth and runs her tongue lightly up the shaft. My arousal is so high that every touch is a torrent of pleasure and joy. She stops short of the swollen head with a smile of mischief and lust. Her natural beauty magnified by the joy radiating from her face. She breaths hotly over the pulsing head of my cock and I let a quiet moan escape through half closed eyes.

I feel her thumb and one finger wrap lightly about the base of my cock. Looking down to see the top of her head and feel her breath surrounding me. I am just inside her mouth without touching anything. Her tongue barely touches just below the head and slides up slowly past the slit, gathering the precum collecting there. She pulls her head back and licks her lips with a quiet "mmmmm". I watch her tongue circle about her lips broadly a couple of times.

Emily purses her glistening lips and slowly presses them against the tip of my throbbing cock. Torturously slow, she tilts her head from side to side and uses her pursed lips to buff the tip of my cock. Her other hand comes up to support my balls and I feel a finger pressing lightly into the little hollow just under the scrotum. I had been tormentingly close to coming, but now the immediate need recedes a little. I've only known a couple of women that knew how to do that.

But while the urgency to cum has receded, the pleasure increases. Emily moans and her lips loosen just enough that as she slowly bobs her head forward I feel her vibrating lips slide tightly down around the slickened cock head. Emily holds me there for what seems like an eternity. She sucks her cheeks in and moans again, the head of my cock engulfed in vibrating flesh and washed by her soft tongue playing skillfully around it.

Now she begins a slow bobbing motion. Her motions aren't large, but she sinks her hot mouth down on to me a little more each time until half of my cock is buried in her mouth. 

I reach down and use my hands to gather her long, bright hair away from her face so that I can see. I hold her hair loosely in pigtails between my thumbs and index fingers, the rest of my fingers touching the side of her head just above her ears. I do not want to interfere with her skillfully ministrations, though the urge to tighten my grip and take control is growing.

I feel her tongue massage the underside of my cock and she slides down another inch until I bump into the back of her throat. She holds me there for a moment, moaning, and then begins to back off of me while gripping the base and ever so gently pushing down.

I moan, "Slave, stick your ass out so I can get a better view of that magnificent ass while you suck my cock."

I shift backwards just a few inches, causing Emily to lean forward more. I watch the muscles in her back engage and my eyes rest on the beautiful pale lines of her hips and ass.

Emily's head begins to bob down my cock again and I say, "You *will* swallow my cock into your throat, Slave."

Emily moans in response. I feel the back of her throat and she sticks her tongue out while swallowing. My cock slides forward just a little but then she gags and backs off. Emily suckles there for a moment, just shy of her gag reflex. 

I growl, "Slave, put your hands behind your back." 

Emily whimpers around my cock and complies. I take a breath and gather myself. I feel my cock relax just a little. I coil my hips backward every so slightly and tighten my grip in her hair.

"Again"

Emily moans as her head slides the last tiny bit. I feel her relax, stick her tongue out and swallow the head of my cock without gagging. I uncoil my hips and relax the last couple of inches into her throat until her lips are pressed against my body, relishing the moment and every sensation. 

I rock my hips back slowly, a little less than half the length that I have buried in her throat, and then plant myself again. Her throat feels so amazingly tight. I pump her throat with my cock one more time, slowly, deliciously, and then withdraw into her mouth. She gasps for breath through her nose, but never releases the suction grip on my cock until I pull all the way out of her mouth and she gasps though slobbering lips, "YES!"

I rub my well-lubricated cock against her lips and cheeks rudely, enjoying the look of her mouth and face covered in slick oral fluids.

I question, "'Yes' what?" and crouch in front of her. I tighten the belt about her neck to fit like a collar and leash and then reach forward to rub my fingers against her cunt, swollen and slick with desire. She tries to press back against my hand, but I withdraw it to my lips and lick my fingers. 

Inhaling her feral perfume, "I see that you're enjoying this quite a bit. But 'yes' what?"

My hand reaches back out and I rub the steaming flesh that parts under my fingers.

"Let me suck your cock, Master. I need your cock in my mouth." Emily moans wantonly, "Use my mouth, Master. Please use my slave mouth for your pleasure. Please." another moan and a shudder overwhelms her speech for a moment. "Please use your slave's mouth, Master. Fuck your slave's mouth. Please"

I stand and gather her flaxen locks in one hand. I rub my cock against her cheeks, around her mouth, across her opening lips and into her mouth.

"Suck," I command. Her lips wrap about me and I feel her mouth tighten. Holding her head the way I might hold her hips, I begin to make love to her mouth. Slowly, I pump just the head in and almost all the way out of her hungry mouth a few times. Now a few deeper thrusts, still slow. Her moans and the look of lust on her face tell me that she is enjoying having her mouth fucked almost as much as I am enjoying fucking it.

"Slave, play with your self. But do NOT cum without permission." I pull out of her mouth, "Do you understand?"

She responds immediately, "Yes, Master," with her hands darting down between her thighs.

I thrust my hard cock back into her eager mouth and take long, slow strokes while she moans and pants beneath me. She has drool dripping from her chin. Not only does she not care, she is enjoying it.

I shift back, causing her to lean forward enough that her throat and mouth are close to being aligned. I reach one hand around to cup her throat and chin. She senses my intention and as my next stroke reaches the back of her mouth she relaxes and swallows me all the way down into her tight, slut throat. Even with her mouth pressed to me I find myself trying to thrust even further forward. I want to get even deeper into this magnificently tight hole.

I fuck her throat for a few strokes and back out just far enough for her to breath. She gasps for breath through her nose and the thick saliva leaking out around my cock. I push her head back down. She gags a little this time, but I don't care and thrust into her throat like it was cunt. I fuck her mouth with long strokes that draw me out to the last inch and plunge back in to the root. She struggles to breathe and her head tries to jerk involuntarily away, but Emily never stops working her own cunt and moaning so I hold her firmly.

I need to cum soon. I pull out of her mouth and she actually growls in protest like an animal. Her eyes are wild and I see that she is only making the lightest touches to her cunt. She hangs her mouth open and tries to thrust it back onto my cock. I hold her still and she whines in supplication.

"Put your hands behind your back, Slave"

The beast that was Emily whimpers but fails to respond. Using the handful of hair in my hand, I push her down onto her knees and forward so that she is folded up against the ground. She doesn't resist.

"I said," My voice is stern, "put your hands behind your back." I pause for effect before clearly and deliberately adding, "Slave."

Emily places her hands behind her back and I pull her up by her hair to a kneeling position. I had no idea that she liked it this rough. I check the belt just to be sure it hasn't some how gotten too tight and restricted her blood flow, but it's fine.

"Pleasepleaseplease," she pants. Not quite back to verbal yet, it seems.

"'Please' what, Slave?" I reach down and slap her on the flank. The sting causes her eyes to flutter for a moment and she takes a long, deep breath.

"Relax. Breath."

"I'm trying not to cum. Please, I'm trying but I need to cum so badly," she whimpers, "Master"

"After I cum, then you may cum"

Her eyes light up. Apparently even in this state she is capable of making rapid assessments and associations.

"Master. Please. I want to make you cum so badly. Please let me swallow your cum, Master"

I let go of her and stand back up "You may suck me off, Slave, but hold my cum in your mouth until I give you permission to swallow"

"Thank you, Master." Her hands and mouth eagerly fly to my cock. Done teasing, her own release tied to my own, she sucks me into her mouth and I feel her mouth and tongue working madly around and just behind the head while her hands gently twist and stroke the well lubricated shaft.

"You are an amazing cocksucker, Slave"

She pulls her face off of my cock for just long enough to say "Thank you, Master."

Before long I give up on holding back. She senses my pending orgasm and starts to hum loudly. The vibration pushes me over the top. I grab my own head to avoid interrupting whatever it is that Emily is doing and with a loud grunt and growl I feel the pressure flow through my balls and cock to where it is finally released in a torrent into her waiting mouth. Her tongue never stops its mad dance and her hands keep twisting even after I finish pumping cum. I grab her head and fuck her lips and mouth with a series of short, fast thrusts that slow as the final sensations wind down. She coughs trying to hold my cum in her mouth. When I pull my cock out I see that my cock as well as her lips and chin are covered with a foamy mix of spit and cum. I wipe sloppy cock off on her cheeks.

"Open your mouth."

She opens her mouth obediently to show that she kept most of it in her mouth.

"Swallow."

Emily closes her mouth and swallows.

"Spread you legs so that I can watch you make yourself cum. Cum for me, Slave"

"Thank you, Master"

She lies back in the grass with her knees up and spread giving me a wonderful view of her engorged cunt. One hand works her clit while the other thrusts two fingers into her greedy hole and churns then about. In only a few seconds she starts moaning and arching her back. Gasps and grunts of pleasure are the music that escape her cum covered lips. She lets out a howl and I watch three, then four fingers pump furiously in and out of her hungry cunt. After a few minutes she starts to quiet down and then she just lies there, with her eyes mostly closed catching her breath.

I sit beside her and kiss her on the forehead. I'm wondering how she will react to all this when the fantasy and lust subside.

She looks up at me smiling and whispers, "Thank you, Master."



Emily Ch. 02



Author's note:

Emily is a cute young BBW who works as a teacher, and enjoys sexy role-play. She has short curly brown hair, pale skin, with freckles, and wears glasses. Emily and I often explore different naughty characters and situations and this story documents one of them. This time the scene is a cruise ship. We are both aboard, supposedly enjoying a holiday with our respective partners. 

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EMILY: I am on the boat with my rich husband who is older than me by a lot. We have been dancing together tonight, but he has sat down because he is a bit drunk and would rather smoke a cigar. My husband and I aren't really close. He likes a young wife and I like being a bit rich. A salsa comes on and I have no one to dance with

PHIL: I've seen you two about the whole week, sometimes arguing, you don't look happy and I'd say you were far too attractive for him, it's obvious you are just there for the money, as you are always dressed in such extravagant clothing

EMILY: yes I have walked around with expensive diamonds on. And it isn't hard to tell that we don't have a fire really there. He is 30 years my elder and we came for his work really

PHIL: my wife and I are having problems on this holiday too, it was meant to bring us back closer together but we are just too different, she isn't affectionate enough and we just end up rowing, she has already stormed off for the night and I decide it's not worth going back to our cabin, we will only row further., I want to drink a bit more and wait till I know she is asleep before I go back

EMILY: I find myself on the dance floor in a flowing sparkling dress. The neck line droops and I have a slit that runs up the dress

PHIL: I'm just playing idly with my beer mat on the table and gazing at the dance floor, there are some couples but a lot of them are dispersing as the night goes on... my eyes catch you. I recognise you immediately

EMILY: I really like to salsa, but my husband stands up to go off with his business partners and I am alone

PHIL: I see them all leave, all laughing loudly and ignoring your wonderful display... I feel bad at the way he's obviously been treating you... I'm torn whether to come near you... the alcohol inside me urging me on

EMILY: I stand idle listening to the music. I close my eyes and touch my heart. My fingers resting gently below my diamond necklace, just above my cleavage which is slightly evident from the drooping neck line

PHIL: I watch you from a far... admiring your sultry curves and mesmerizing actions... eventually I decide that I can't let this song go to waste and approach you

EMILY: I imagine myself dancing the salsa with a young man whose body moves with mine in this sexual pulsating rhythmic dance. My dress flowing and my moving to the beat as I am persuaded to drop to the floor or slide my leg up his thigh with his hand gliding down my inner thigh. I am off in my dream and feel your touch before I hear your voice, awakening me from this dream only to an even better one

PHIL: I can tell your mind is miles away as you react when I touch you, you start and then as you feel my hand on your shoulder you turn to see me... close up you look even more enchanting, I can already see that you don't need money to make you pretty. Your sparkling dreamy eyes look straight at me and the question I came to ask nearly escapes me as I realise that it is not very likely you'll want to dance with me

EMILY: I spread a smile across my face because I realize my dream has come to meet me. I have noticed you too this week, your rugged handsome demeanour, I am startled because you were the man in my day dream. I see that you aren't looking at my diamonds or my low neckline, but my eyes and I feel you are possibly seeing me as me. Before you can even ask I slide my hand up and grab yours as if giving the ok.

PHIL: I smile back at you as I know what it means and am thankful I didn't have to ruin this moment with words, I take a step forward as the music grows louder in my ears, my heart beating much faster now I feel you touch me

EMILY: We move a bit onto the dance floor and begin to sway to music gliding on the floor keeping our eyes locked. We move as if we had danced together before. Your arms hold tightly around my body and my hands grasp onto you. I feel my body bend around and stray from you only to return even tighter

PHIL: your body sways and meanders, sexily gyrating against me... I never feel confident with dancing but the music and your movements make it all seem unimportant, every move feels right with you and I can't believe that such a hot rich lady is in my arms, writhing against me. You enchant me and despite the evening's events and my mood a few moments earlier I can't help but smile at you, directly at your beaming eyes

EMILY: My body feels so right and yet I feel so wrong in these clothes, as the music quickens and slows. As I imagined my leg slides up your body exposing some of my soft skin as the slit on my dress goes up to my mid thigh. My heart's pounding and my eyes piercing yours I can't steal them away, not even for a second

PHIL: I love being here with you and I can see even from your face that there is much more to this lady than simply her spoilt rich girl appearance, I know that you're married but this moment takes me over, the glimpse of your bare thigh between us makes my cock twitch and begin to grow, giving me a feeling I haven't felt for a very long time

EMILY: All of a sudden I realize the music has ended and there are a few people around us clapping. I with draw my leg and thank the crowd. My hand slides down your arm and I lean forward centimetres away from your lips. I feel your breath on my lips. I draw a little in and whisper sweetly, "Thank you for the dance. You kind sir have given me a night to remember. Do pray tell what is your name?" My eyes rest gently on yours feeling as if I am falling into a hidden pool of refreshing warm water

PHIL: your voice is sultry and the accent is unmistakably American, my mouth is dry but as the crowd continue to show their appreciation I whisper back, in my equally foreign English lilt, "Philip... and thank you, you were incredible"

EMILY: A small quaint smile spreads across my face. I again open my mouth drawing in the air and the smell of you. My chest heaves a bit more this time. I ask, "Well Phil would you be so kind as to walk me back to my cabin?" Not wanting to ruin the moment and remember my dreaded husband I do not mention him or that he requested his own for this trip thinking I should have more room, 'to be a woman' as he put it

PHIL: taken aback at the question I wonder how I should answer. The clapping has died down and realise that now is our time to make our exit from the floor, we can't leave in opposite directions in front of everyone anyway so I laugh a little and nod silently. I turn and take your hand as we walk proudly from the floor and through our spectators. I am guessing that you want to be walked to the door, I assume we will walk there and then say goodnight. I'm still loving the moment but fear that it will soon be over and I must return to my still angry wife

EMILY: We walk in silence and I am glad for the firmness of your hand on mine. I was cold before, but a storm of warmth spreads over me and finally we come to my cabin.

PHIL: I hold your hand firm but you have to lead the way slightly to show me just where you are staying

EMILY: I turn to you. "Thank you Phil for the dance and the walk."

PHIL: I look into your eyes, not wanting this moment to be over

EMILY: I lean forward as if to kiss you, but pull away. I don't want to be too forward

PHIL: I keep staring at you and I can't bear to simply say goodnight and turn away, I whisper "and thank you" and as if controlled lean my face forward towards yours

EMILY: A small sigh escapes my mouth and my lips brush against yours. A shiver goes down my body and my hands reach out to hold onto yours as I fear I might fall over

PHIL: my head is swimming and I know I would regret it forever if I didn't seize this one moment and feel your soft lips against mine. It feels so good to have your lips pressed against me... I make one kiss turn into two as I can't stop, still gazing into your eyes and holding your hands firmly in mine

EMILY: I like the feel of your smooth lips against mine and I feel wobbly in the knees. I am not sure if it is the boat or that I haven't been touched this way by a man in a long time. I pull you closer to hold onto me because I fear I will fall over and our third kiss only seems to stay longer and my mouth gently widens

PHIL: my tongue snakes forward and gently rubs against yours, so moist and rough they dance together and I realise I haven't felt such lust and burning desire in a kiss for years. My feelings are hotter than they were on the dance floor and fear deserts me for a second as I hold you close against me

EMILY: Sandwiched between you and the wall I feel secure and loose a bit of shyness. I dance my tongue on yours

PHIL: I stop kissing you abruptly and shyly look down at the floor as my sober mind returns... "Sorry" I say... "We shouldn't do that... with your husband.." I point meekly at the cabin door

EMILY: a smirk spreads meekly across my face and I say "my husband got me my own cabin on the other side of the boat. He wanted me to have some space to be a woman. It hasn't done much for me. It makes me a bit lonely. Phil would you like to come in and warm up a bit? It is rather chilly out here" I fold my arms in front of my chest, but not before you notice that my nipples have become hard and are protruding out of my dress

PHIL: "it is yes... can I come in and you can be a woman with me present in your cabin? Miss.... umm.. I'm sorry I don't know your name"

EMILY: "Oh sorry it's Emily. My husband likes to call me Emilia. He says it's more becoming, but I am simply Emily"

PHIL: "Emily it is then... you suit that more. Let's get inside before some nosy passengers come by"

EMILY: I open the door and we move in. It is a large room with two chairs for a bit of a sitting room and an open entry way that leads to the bed

PHIL: I shut the door behind me

EMILY: the light is dim and romantic. I turn around with a welcomed look and sit down on one of the longer lounge chairs

PHIL: this is one of the largest of the single rooms.. I know that your husband has put a lot of cash into this trip. "It must get really very lonely in here yes"

EMILY: "yes. I find myself more out than in"

PHIL: "a lady that can dance like you shouldn't be left alone in here all the time Emily. You moved so.... sexily tonight"

EMILY: "well I guess when you have a partner as agile and strong as you it is easier to appear sexy.."

PHIL: "oh honey you're too kind... you were on fire tonight and it isn't just cos you wear all these expensive dresses"

EMILY: "Expensive dresses if I could wear anything but them I would feel much better. I have noticed you a lot on this trip. Not that I have been stalking, but you appear with a woman a lot is she your wife?"

PHIL: my eyes turn downwards as you mention her. "Well yes... we're sort of... well we're not getting on. We came on this trip to get away and finally make a go of things but it really isn't working out. We just don't click any more. We married young, the whole thing was a mistake. It seems like she just wants to argue the whole time"

EMILY: "I am sorry did I hit a sore spot?"

PHIL: "no no it's not a sore spot... I'm just fed up with it all"

EMILY: "I do see. I well am sort of in the same boat. I don't love my husband and I can't even remember why we married. He always buys me expensive stuff when we argue as if it will make it better. But I am a simple girl." I remove the diamond necklace. "I really don't even like clothes... I mean sorry. Did I say that out loud?"

PHIL: "girls like you are spoilt by such ostentation Emily, your husband should see that you are gorgeous and know that you'd make anything look good, not all these over the top expensive things"

EMILY: "you are too flattering. Thank you."

PHIL: "I can bet you're even more gorgeous without that dress. Well.. I mean... I mean I wasn't saying..."

EMILY: I give you a bit of a shocked look, but it has been a long time since I have felt a man's touch. I reach over and take your hand placing it on my shoulder. Resting just on my strap

PHIL: my breath quickens slightly as I feel the soft skin either side of the material, I realise you haven't taken offence at what I've said and I deftly push it to one side with my fingers, nimbly letting it fall away from its house on your shoulder

EMILY: My chest grows and my heart skips a few beats

PHIL: I look down at you, now seeing the left side of your chest bare above the breast

EMILY: I place your hand on the other side resting on my other strap. My eyes closing and sheer bliss spreading across my face

PHIL: I slide the other strap down and see that your dress strains to hold up your breasts, my confidence growing I delicately lower the material down revealing your breasts tight within your strapless bra. I kneel down and push my lips against yours again

EMILY: I stand up and the dress falls to the floor, gliding down my body as if it were a waterfall

PHIL: It reveals your gorgeous curvy body

EMILY: my breasts trapped in a strapless bra and my lacy black thong resting against my pussy

PHIL: my heart quickens and I feel my cock making an involuntary twitch again in my trousers as I drink you in, your expensive dress now in a heap around your high heels. The sight before me much more expensive and precious than that

EMILY: I feel like a princess as I step out of my heels and stand simply almost naked before you. My smile is wide although I would love to feel your lips and your hands run like a stream over each inch of my body

PHIL: my suit jacket and shirt suddenly seem too constricting with you before me and I rapidly remove them, my fingers struggling to undo the tight buttons

EMILY: I notice your struggle and reach over to aid you, pushing your hands away as my smaller ones can do a better job

PHIL: I want you to see me now. I want to be unclothed like you and free... I want to show you that I really love seeing your body and that your husband is crazy for not worshipping you from head to toe

EMILY: I feel your excitement and while you remove your shirt I undo your trousers

PHIL: my shirt slides off my arms and flutters to the ground. I feel the sweet release as you undo my trouser buttons

EMILY: My pussy tightens and wettens as I feel your excitement through the top of your trousers. My breasts feel restricted but I ignore this simple feeling I don't want to push the feeling. I don't want the night to go too fast

PHIL: hmm you look amazing just in your silk, the trappings of extravagance stripped away leaving natural soft skin on show with your most private areas still hidden from view. You're like a temptress having been divested of your outer shell, left to entrance me with your semi nakedness

EMILY: I have tasted the freedom with a true man and I feel I want more. I back towards the bed and sit down sinking a bit in the mountainous cloud. I slide back a bit and look to the floor only to bring my head up slightly my eyes meeting yours. I kind of call you over using my finger to beckon you in my direction

PHIL: I keep our eyes locked and move closer towards the bed, eventually standing above you

EMILY: I slide your trousers off and slide your boxers down as well. After you step out of them I am eye level with your giant cock and I am over powered by ecstasy

PHIL: my fully erect cock has been dying for escape and now springs free as I step out of my trousers leaving myself completely naked before you. It points straight at your pretty face, pulsating

EMILY: I reach up and touch it with a finger moving my fingertip gently around its head and feeling the sides. I slide my finger down over your balls and massage them in my hand

PHIL: "ooh Emily" I can't help but exhale, "I like that"

EMILY: my tongue reaches out and taps your cocks head and withdraws only to come out again. My mouth fits around your cocks head and as my lips slide a little on the head my tongue licks all parts of your cocks tip

PHIL: hmm I love feeling the warmth of your rough tongue which moments ago I felt in my mouth now caressing my sensitive swollen head. I look down and love the picture before me: Your gorgeous face now with my cock gently gliding in between your full red lips

EMILY: I soon feel I am enjoying this and as my hands quicken their massage so do my mouth and tongue. My tongue wraps around your shaft and my saliva covers your cock. My lips slide further down and back on your cock wetting it more

PHIL: I place a hand on your head, stroking your hair and helping the rhythm. I subtly push my hips forward, just to build up a rhythm with you. My cock is loving the feelings you give it, having missed out on so much recently

EMILY: I feel a bit of precum in my mouth and I deep throat your cock continuing to massage your balls and wet your shaft with my tongue

PHIL: hmm I love how your throat grips my engorged cockhead and you moan slightly sending vibrations along my whole shaft. My cock slides effortlessly between your sucking lips

EMILY: I reach my hands up to behind you grabbing onto your bottom so I can get more. I moan even more as I can feel my pussy growing wetter by the second

PHIL: I breathe heavily trying so hard not to cum over these wonderful sensations and eventually I have to push your shoulder gently so you will stop and let my cock pop from your warm hungry mouth. I don't want this evening to finish yet

EMILY: I pull my head back one last time and fall back on the bed breathing heavily and moaning a bit from the already exciting moment

PHIL: there is so much left to explore

EMILY: "Oh my goodness that was amazing... Ahhhh"

PHIL: hmmm my cock jerks in the air, now wet from your mouth... "Hmm Emily wow! Yes it was amazing." I see you laying there on your soft bed and see your breasts rise and fall as you breathe. My eyes roam to your thighs and I can already see the moisture that has appeared behind the sheer material of your panties, your legs spread slightly apart as you dreamily laze

EMILY: I feel rather warm and spread my legs, my hands touching my pussy behind my panties and sliding up my body to my chest and finally rising above my head

PHIL: I love the sight and kneel down beside the bed, seeing the triangle formed by your legs, leading inevitably to your soft hot treasure. Hmm I see you stroke yourself. I am overcome. I have to see your pussy for myself. I have to see this goddess's pink petals with my own eyes. My hands slide effortlessly up your legs

EMILY: I feel your hands reach up and slide my thong off

PHIL: hmm slowly, revealing that erotic sight

EMILY: it gives me excitement and little short sighs escape my mouth

PHIL: hmmmm I can't help let out a gasp as I throw the wet material to one side and stare at you

EMILY: I am able to spread my legs more

PHIL: "hmmmmm Emily.... wow" I start to kiss your thighs with hot wet kisses. My fingers rub over your legs too and I hear you breathe above me

EMILY: My chest heaves and my back bends a bit, my hands grabbing at my hair

PHIL: you spreading your legs is inviting and I love travelling up your inner thighs with my mouth. I love seeing I'm making you crazy and I wonder how long it has been since you felt a man's lips trace a path towards your pussy. I finally reach it and put out my warm rough tongue to slide up and down your tight wet pussy lips, avoiding your clit a few times, just up and down, ducking inside to taste your sweet nectar some more before eventually sliding over your sensitive clit




Emily Ch. 02



EMILY: I sit up a bit and my moans grow quicker. "Oh goodness Dave. Ah Ah oh

PHIL: your legs are spread so wide for me that my fingers can stroke your soft thighs as my tongue starts to explore your folds

EMILY: I grab the bed holding on with all my might as I fall back

PHIL: my tongue is alternating between slipping quickly inside your wet opening and flicking over your swollen clit

EMILY: The noises are whispers, but sheer enjoyment, my back arching, the feeling of your hands and tongue is unbearably delicious

PHIL: hmm I can hear you whispering, almost inaudibly, I can't tell what the words are. You are flooded with juice and I try to drink every drop

EMILY: I don't know what to say and the words that tumble out my mouth make no sense to me

PHIL: my mind spins as I devour your gorgeous flower

EMILY: I find a word or two: "Dave... good... yes.... help.... me"

PHIL: I want to make you feel like a real woman. I want to make you feel like your husband can't... with all his money, I want you to know that you are sexy and that you turn me on and that I am loving being able to taste you here and now, I want you to know that you are a true woman underneath your clothes.. That you are amazing when you are being truly sexy

EMILY: "I feel so alive.

PHIL: I can't replace your husband or stay with you for the rest of your life, but on this trip, on this night I can make you feel amazing

EMILY: I sit up a bit more, halting your motion. Not that I wish you to stop, but I wish for some help

PHIL: I smile, "you need help baby?"

EMILY: "Yes." I have felt too trapped and my bra is now too tight. I grab your hands and place them on my breasts

PHIL: hmmm I feel how trapped they are and trail around to the back to unclip your bra. I am excited about watching these gorgeous breasts fall into view

EMILY: I look at you and let out the biggest sigh, when I am finally free my bra falls to the floor and your hands return to the front of me and rest on my breasts

PHIL: hmmm my hands cup the wonderful big globes and start to play with your nipples. I look into your eyes and breathe hard... I haven't been so turned on in years and you are incredible Emily. Your nipples are stiff, it is warm in this room though so it must be the eroticism of the situation

EMILY: They are feeling sensitive, my legs still spread wrap around your body

PHIL: I kiss you deeply and push you back on the bed, my body mounting yours for the first time. I reach down between us to help my cock stroke against your dripping opening and I feel a sense of relief as I enter you easily, your wetness coating my thick meat as I drive into you fully

EMILY: My mouth open my head back I wrap my legs around you again and feel your lips on my breasts. My pelvis pulses forward from this touch and I feel your membrane push further in

PHIL: one at a time I take your nipples between my teeth and suck on them hungrily. My whole length is now engulfed in your tight tunnel and I start to move back and forth, driving in deep and then pulling out. The thoughts of reality and our lives outside drift away as we give ourselves to each other. We live for this moment and know that it feels so right. I look at you and know you are perfect

EMILY: yes. I hold no fears no regrets I let loose and pull at your body. Faster

PHIL: I know that you haven't been treated like this for a long time and know that this night will stay in your mind for a very long time. I could never have dreamed that when we were dancing and I caught a glimpse of your thigh that I would see you completely naked tonight, that I would help you get free and have hot sex with you now. Your body makes me crazy as I drive into you deeper, stronger and firmer

EMILY: I never dreamed that I would throw all inhibitions to the wind and strip before a total stranger

PHIL: and even let me inside you, let me penetrate you and reach so deep into you

EMILY: I feel sheer glory as if I am floating on a cloud

PHIL: you have been caged for too long and now you need to show your true colours and let me satisfy you

EMILY: I want it more and faster. My yes quickens, "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes yes yes yes yes yes! Come on baby"

PHIL: you give your pussy to me and my stiff dick pounds harder into you, filling you up and satisfying that unfulfilled need. The bed squeaks as my hips quicken and I feel my cock grow inside you

EMILY: I feel the juices in me begin to explode and I begin to cum

PHIL: hmm our skin slapping and the large room filled with our moans and the sounds of us desperately fucking. The convulsions of your pussy are too much and they squeeze my cock to its orgasm. It pushes me over the edge and my cock explodes in your depths

EMILY: The Ocean seems to feel our need to have this and its waves crash against the boat in rhyme with the squeaking of the bed

PHIL: my cum shooting hot and white into you. I let out a long deep relieved sigh as my balls empty

EMILY: "oh yes, yes."

PHIL: "ooooooh wow... aahhhh yessss"

EMILY: sweat dripping down my face I lay down completely

PHIL: I lay on top of you, my body spent and my cock still twitching slightly inside you, basking in the steam of our sex

EMILY: my lips push against yours and stop only to say. "Thank you Phil"

PHIL: I know what I have done for you tonight but I want you to know that you did exactly the same for me: "oh Emily... thank YOU"

EMILY: I lay in the moment steadying my breath

PHIL: my cock softens inside you and I withdraw.. Then lay next to you, my breath slowly returning to normal

EMILY: My hand rests on yours and my eyes close

PHIL: I kiss your mouth one last time, then lay back down, spent, our hands locked together



Emily Ch. 02



"Oh Gina, that is wonderful." Emily had no more misgivings. She had seen this coming as she lay in bed thinking the previous night, and had already made the decision to let things happen if they were going to. So, just for once, she was the less nervous of the two and able to express herself more easily.

"I want to touch you, Gina. May I?"

"Oh, please do, I'd love to feel you on me." Gina felt her arousal heighten. "But I want to kiss you first." 

Emily's mouth opened and came forward to meet Gina's, her full lips soft and feminine against the older woman's thinner Caucasian mouth. Gina was a little surprised at Emily's willingness, but she quickly recovered and the two kissed passionately and deeply, their tongues touching and entwining within their mouths. The first kiss was long and ardent, and it was immediately followed by a second, and a third, and more, just as passionate, until eventually Gina lost count and had to break away to get her breath. 

"Jesus, Em, your kisses are out of this world!" Gina was gasping and not just from a shortage of breath.

"So are yours." Emily was panting just as hard and for the same reason. "Now please can I touch you?"

"Oh yes, touch me, play with me, do anything you like."

The first thing Emily did was that which she had wanted to do since yesterday. She shuffled down the bed a little and kissed Gina's breast, taking the hard nub of her nipple into her mouth and sucking on it.

"Oh God, that's good, I love my tits being sucked," Gina was living up to her threat to talk dirty.

But even as she was gently chewing on Gina's nipple, Emily's hand was exploring steadily, and somewhat nervously, southwards, circling her navel before reaching downwards for her pussy.

Emily's first touch on Gina's pussy was very soft and uncertain, her fingers delicately tracing the labia with little spidery touches, skittering over the folds of skin and running up and down the length of her slit. Gina gasped with pleasure, the fleeting touches turning her on more and more. 

"Oh Em, darling, yes, play with my cunt, don't stop now." Gina did not even notice her use of the endearment, but Emily did, and it made her heart flip inside her. 

Gina spread her legs even wider, wanting Emily's fingers to explore her, to probe her secret places and to send her to heaven. Emily was just as eager to explore, she had never touched another woman's pussy (she had hardly even touched her own), and was in raptures of anticipation.

At first she kept to the outside of Gina's pussy, fingertips tracing the outline, from pubic mound right down almost to the crack of her bottom, just feeling the texture, the smoothness of a shaven skin, knowing that hers too felt that way now. Then, as she became a little more familiar with her partners body, she moved into more intimate places, probing between her labia to feel the wetness of her juices, following to their source at the mouth of her vagina, going past that, down on a highway of slipperiness until she found Gina's anus, wet and slick from Gina's own lubrication.

"Mmmmm! That's so fucking good. It's lovely to feel your fingers going all over, do it some more, go wherever you like, I don't care. Do anything to me, anything you want to, but just keep playing with my cunt." 

All the time Emily was touching her Gina kept up a running commentary almost subconsciously. Emily smiled around Gina's nipple. At least she knew that Gina was enjoying her touch as much as she enjoyed touching. Then back she came, drawing her fingers back up the length of Gina's slit, skirting around her entrance, up between her pussy lips until she suddenly found the hard little sentry that was Gina's clitoris. Gina's body jerked at the contact and she gasped out loud.

"Oh God, do that again, rub my clit."

Emily did, lightly brushing her fingertip across Gina's clit, and then she did it again, and again. Gina's back was lifting from the bed, her hips searching for Emily's finger, thrusting upwards trying to make stronger contact.

"Come on, darling, play with my clit, make me cum, I'm nearly there, please play with my clit."

Emily suddenly released Gina's nipple and shuffled even further down the bed, turning as she did so in order to look over the top of Gina's thigh at what her fingers were doing. She had made up her mind that she wanted to watch Gina cum, and from as close as possible to Gina's pussy when she orgasmed.

"Oh yes, that'll be nice, I'd like you to look at my pussy. It turns me on for you to see."

Emily wriggled until she could see her own fingers parting Gina's pussy lips and the wetness of her vagina, and then began once more to briefly touch her clit with a fingertip. Each time her finger touched Gina, there came a gasp of pleasure, each a little louder and less controlled than the previous.

Suddenly Gina cried out. "I'm fucking cumming. I can't stop, I'm gonna fucking cum," 

Gina's gasps now became a torrent of cries, her bottom lifted from the bed taking Emily with it, her knees twitched her hips jerked and Gina exploded in climax. Emily had quite a job to keep her hand playing on Gina's clit through the orgasm, so strong were her involuntary jerks and bucks, but she coped and as her orgasm subsided Gina was grateful for her lovers tenacity.

"Oh God, thank you, thank you my angel, that was wonderful." Gina subsided into a sweaty trembling heap on the bed.

Emily, looking closely at Gina's pussy, could see that the labia were red and swollen, and her lubricating juices were literally running from her, making a little wet spot on the bed.

"Does my cunt look good?" Gina asked.

"Oh yes, and it felt good too."

"As good as your own?"

"That's not fair!" Emily laughed at Gina's leading question.

"Come and lie next to me." Gina patted the bed alongside her and then laid her arm across the pillows to drape around Emily's shoulders as she moved back.

"I'm glad we've got to know each other." Gina gave Emily a little hug.

"Me too. You're helping me be more relaxed about myself." 

Gina looked mystified at that, so Emily went on. "Only a few days ago I would never have dreamed of bringing myself off, and definitely not with anyone else in the room. But you've helped me be at ease with what I like doing, and that's good."

"Can you cum again?" Gina's question caught a thoughtful Emily unawares.

"What? Can I...? Oh! Yes, can you?"

"Then shall we...?" Gina spread her legs and rested her hand between them.

"Yes, why not?" Emily opened her own legs and began to gently play with her clit, watching Gina as she began to do the same.

Gina's arm around Emily's shoulder drew the young black girl closer and the pair ended in a sort of inverted vee, with their heads close together and their legs angled away from each other to make room to play. Both were playing softly and gently, just stroking themselves with their fingertips, for there was now no hurry to reach orgasm.

"You were right." Emily told Gina. "It is nicer shaved."

"I told you. It shows more too." Gina grinned lasciviously at Emily, who smiled back.

"Well there's nobody seeing anything right now," Emily pointed out. "Neither of us can see whilst we're side by side."

"That's ok, I can see enough to know what you're doing, and it's nice to feel you near me." 

Emily nodded agreement with Gina's words and they settled into quiet, gentle, self pleasuring, with only the sound of fingers on flesh and the occasional little pleasure noise from the two women. The bed was rocking just slightly from the women's movements, just enough to rub leg on leg and hip on hip, and remind them what an intimate time they were sharing. In a strange sort of way the situation even felt romantic. Emily turned her head towards Gina and planted a small affectionate kiss on her shoulder.

"Thank you darling." Gina smiled happily.

Soon both began to speed up their movements as lust and arousal took over. Fingers began to probe and the little noises became louder and more insistent. Suddenly Gina pointed to the bedroom window.

"What would you do if someone looked in on us?" 

Her question took Emily aback. She looked at the window in alarm, her hands automatically covering her pussy and breasts, before remembering that a thick net curtain preserved their privacy.

"Gina! Stop scaring the daylights out of me." 

"But really, what would you do? Would it put you off and make you stop, or would it make you even hornier?"

"I don't know." Emily really didn't know at that moment, her orgasm was lurking in the wings, or would have been if Gina hadn't said anything. "What about you?"

"Right now...." Gina paused. "Right now I think I'm so fucking turned on that I'd give them the best show they'd ever seen."

The idea was giving Emily an adrenalin rush. "And if you did, then so would I!" In her minds eye Emily could see people gazing in at them and her fingers flew over her clit.

"Then let's give them the chance, shall we?" Gina's voice was strained with excitement and without waiting for Emily's answer she clambered from the bed and drew back the curtains, quickly returning to her place beside Emily.

Emily froze with shock and fear, like a rabbit caught in headlights, but within seconds her arousal overwhelmed her inhibitions and she was using her fingers to part her pussy lips and potentially display herself to the world.

The chalet was three or four yards away from the road and the window was set fairly high, so people walking along the road would not automatically be able to see the bed. They would need to deliberately walk close enough to the window to peer in, but the chance was there, and with the bed facing the window, anyone who did look in would be treated to a full on pussy show.

The two women looked at each other with wild excitement on their faces, both with legs spread wide and fingers busy on their pussies. They were both shaken by their own daring, turned on by the possibility of being watched but frightened in case somebody did.

"Fucking hell, Em. What have I done?" Gina needed Emily's reassurances.

"You've set us up to be watched. I hope!"

Gina put her free arm back round Emily's shoulders and pulled her friend closer. "Kiss me, Em. Then if anybody looks we won't know." 

"But I want to know. I want to see their faces when they see us playing with ourselves."

"Kiss me anyway, and then they'll think we're queer!" Perversely that thought seemed even more exciting.

Emily turned slightly towards Gina, twisting partly onto her side but keeping her legs wide open to the window, and offered her mouth to be kissed. Gina took a quick worried look at the window then, also keeping her pussy on show, rolled towards Emily and kissed her hard on the mouth, wrapping her arm around her neck to hold her in the kiss, The pair remained then in that kiss, their tongues probing and tasting, lips crushed hard against lips, neither daring to break free and return their gaze to the window, just in case. Emily was still rubbing her clitoris, bringing herself back to within striking distance of a major climax, and she could feel by the woman's movements against her that Gina was doing the same. And so they stayed looking intently into each others eyes, mouths locked together, and fingers strumming at their clits, with neither quite sure that they were not being stared at by a stranger.

The eroticism of the uncertainty was far too great to last and soon Emily erupted into her orgasm. She badly wanted to look and see if anyone was watching her, but Gina held her in their ongoing kiss, denying her the chance to know if a stranger was seeing her cum. Her orgasm was powerful but short, lasting less than half a minute before it was over except for the sharp little aftershocks that kept her hips twitching and jerking. All the while during her climax Emily had held her breath, her single long drawn out cry lost into Gina's kiss, but as soon as it was over she needed to free her mouth to breath and desperately twisted her head to pull free. 

Gasping for breath as her orgasm died, but with her head now free to turn, Emily was no longer sure if she wanted to see any audience she might have. But just as she was plucking up the courage to look, Gina reached her own climax and Emily's face was once more pressed hard against Gina's flesh as the convulsing, shuddering, jerking woman coped with the most forceful climax of her life.

"Well!" Said Gina afterwards, "I don't think anyone saw us, mores the pity, but I'm sure half the site must have heard us, you were yelling fit to bust and I'm pretty sure I was doing the same.

"You were, and swearing again."

The two women lay side by side for a while, thinking about their developing relationship. It was a strange, highly sexual relationship between two very different women and one that neither had foreseen.

"Why wouldn't you let me look and see if anyone was there?" Emily had got her breath back and was relaxing in Gina's arms.

"Because don't think I could have coped with knowing you were being watched. I know that sounds silly, but I'm the one that started all this and I'd hate you to feel sordid."

"But I wanted to be watched. I told you that." Emily looked and felt strangely annoyed.

"I know, but I couldn't be sure you weren't just saying it."

"Then can we do it again sometime, and this time try to make sure we really are spied on?" Emily was caught up in the excitement of exhibitionism.

"Oh yes!" There was a thoughtful pause before Gina continued. "And if you don't mind being in the open air I think I know just how to do it!"

"Open air sounds nice, tell me more." Emily was smiling broadly again.

"No, not right now, I need to check something first."

"Ok! But don't forget." Emily was content to leave those things to Gina, but now she needed something, so pulling the white woman close, she bent her head and kissed Gina's nipple, receiving a soft moan as a reward.

Now the two women were not playing, they were making love, the curtain and the outside world forgotten. 



Emily Ch. 03



Emily followed Gina into the little kitchen of her chalet and waited while the older white woman made tea. She was impatient to learn if her friend had successfully checked out whatever it was she needed to, and if they really were going to be able to indulge in a session of safe public exhibitionism. She wanted to show herself off; even the idea was turning her on. 

If her traditional Jamaican family, with its devout Christian beliefs, had any idea what she was contemplating, they would disown her on the spot. But it was rebellion against her religious upbringing that had brought her to work on this holiday park in the first place, and so, she reasoned, they had only themselves to blame for her behaviour now. God had given her this body to enjoy, if she now chose to let others enjoy it with her, then that was her own affair.

"Come on then, tell me!" Emily had all the patience of the average twenty year old girl.

Gina looked at her blankly. "What?" But then a stupid grin spread across her face.

"Damn it, I never could keep a straight face."

"Well tell me then."

"The short answer is...." Gina paused to heighten the tension. "Yes! There was a place I thought of that would be ideal for us - and it's still ok."

"Go on then."

"Well, you know the little river six or seven miles north of here, that runs into the sea just the other side of the headland?"

Emily nodded, it was a picturesque little river meandering through salt marshes with a nature trail down the nearside bank.

"That's our spot. You very rarely get families down that trail, its almost always ramblers and birdwatchers, and maybe courting couples, so there won't be any children."

"But it's miles from anywhere. How will that be safe?"

Gina explained. "Because we will be on the opposite bank, where everyone who passes can see, but nobody can reach! The river is only about five or six yards wide there, but the banks are vertical and nobody could cross it. And there's a farm track that's also a public right of way leading to the far riverside from the main road, though hardly anyone knows about it. We can use that to get the car close to the river."

"Brilliant. When?" Emily's eagerness showed, she was an enthusiastic convert to exhibitionism.

Gina looked out of the window at the rain hammering on the road. "Well, not today, I guess. And maybe not tomorrow, unless you enjoy being wet,"

"As a matter of fact...." Emily let the comment hang in the air until Gina caught the double meaning.

"For an innocent young girl, you are getting to be sex mad - I'm glad to say." Gina walked forward and kissed Emily on the mouth. After their last bout of mutual exhibitionism the two had become lovers, abandoning any pretence and revelling in each others bodies.

"You know, we can put on a proper show now, if you want to?" Gina looked questioningly at Emily.

"You mean let people watch us play with each other instead of just with ourselves?"

"If you'd like to? I would! Imagine walking along a quiet riverside and then, as you round a corner, there on the opposite bank, in plain view but out of reach, are two women, one black and one white, making love. Wouldn't that be a turn on?"

"Mmmmm. Sounds good to me. In fact, making love sounds good to me at any time."

"Not dropping hints then?" Gina asked playfully, at the same time beginning to unbutton Emily's blouse.

"As if I would!" Emily's hands were fumbling for the buckle of Gina's belt and the zip of her jeans.

"And do we want the curtains open or closed today?" Gina cocked her head to one side and smiled.

"I don't care, there's not going to be anyone about tonight, is there? So however they are now will do fine."

Gina stepped out of her jeans. "Then let's go see!"

The pair made their way into the bedroom, Emily naked to the waist and Gina wearing only bra and knickers, and found the curtains drawn back.

"Let them all watch, see if I care." Gina spoke while undoing her bra.

"Agreed." Answered Emily, stripping off the remainder of her own clothes.

They laid themselves on the bed and melted into each others arms as naturally as if they had been lovers for years instead of just twenty-four hours, but it was Emily who was in the dominant mood today, pushing Gina onto her back so that her breasts were available to be nibbled.

"You horny little sod! God I love you sucking my tits." 

Emily was only sucking on one, but she was playing with the other with her free hand. Taking the nipple between her teeth Emily bit just hard enough to get an 'oohh' of pleasure and surprise from Gina, and then pulled, extending the breast up from her body. Then she did the same thing on the other nipple using her finger and thumb, the little gasps of pleasant pain from Gina turning her on even more.

"God, that hurts, but it hurts good. I didn't know you were a sadist as well." Gina sounded as if she would be pleased if it were so. 

"I'm not, but if you call me names..." Emily released the captive nipples.

"What?" 

"Sticks and stones may break my bones. But names will only hurt you!" Emily parodied the children's rhyme and then bit once more on Gina's nipple, before letting go and giggling softly.

"Ouch! You just wait. I'll sort you out."

"Oh, I do hope so, darling." Emily used the endearment without thinking. "I could do with a good 'sorting out'" She made a double meaning out of the phrase. She had come a long way from the shy little girl who had spied on Gina not so many days before.

Gina looked intently up at Emily as a stray thought crossed her mind. "But whilst I think about it, a quick question for you. Why did you go all tense when I first put my fingers into you yesterday?"

"I soon relaxed, didn't I?" The question was Emily's defensive reply.

"Yes, but why did it frighten you at first?"

"Because the last thing to go inside me hurt like hell." Emily didn't really want to have to explain.

"Who was it? Your boyfriend?"

"I did tell you I've never had a boyfriend, and it wasn't a 'who', it was an 'it' and it was me doing it!" Emily resigned herself to telling Gina all about it. 

Gina kissed Emily's cheek. "Ok, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Emily ignored Gina's offered get-out clause and ploughed on. "It was an alter candle. My parents had just been telling me how much of a sin it is for a woman not to be a virgin on her wedding day and that they would look for the blood as proof. I couldn't stand the thought of that so I decided to beat them to it with a candle, and it hurt really badly. The idea had been that God and I would know for sure that I'd never had a man, and my parents could think what they liked, but He let me know I shouldn't be doing it by making it so painful" 

A deep breath, and Emily went on. "I thought then I'd never let anything go inside me again, not even a tampon, even though I've always wanted to have a man fuck me. Your fingers were the first thing to go there since, apart from one of my fingers that I put in a little way once just to try it. So now you can do the laughing bit!"

Gina scooped Emily into her arms and hugged her. "My poor darling, I'm not going to laugh, I just wish I'd know before."

"Why, what difference would that have made?" Emily was defensive again.

"Well, I wouldn't have gone blundering in, would I?"

"It's perhaps a good job you did; at least I know it hasn't sealed itself up." The levity was a little forced.

"No, and you're in good working order. You were lovely and slippery and open." Gina looked at Emily. "And more to the point, it made you cum. So you don't have to worry anymore, do you?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"'Cos your finger is hardly cock or candle sized is it?"

"Wait just there, young lady." Gina climbed from the bed and left the room, still naked. A puzzled Emily heard the sounds of a cupboard being rummaged through and a few minutes later Gina returned carrying a vanity case, which she placed on the bed beside Emily.

"This is my 'toy box', now lie back and enjoy. There is nothing in here that you can't easily handle, and it won't have a six foot man pushing on it!"

"Oh no!" Emily instinctively backed away across the bed.

"Look, trust me. I'm hardly likely to do harm to someone want to share a bed with as often as I can, am I?"

"If it hurts, will you promise to stop?" Emily was attracted to the idea, but still very wary.

"If it hurts I promise to stop, and to kiss it better."

"Mmmmm, maybe you'll kiss it better first?" They had not yet tried oral sex together, but both knew it was going to happen.

"Maybe, if you're good." Gina had every intention of doing it soon anyway. "Now, do you trust me?"

"Promise you'll be gentle." Emily was giving in to her desires and Gina's intentions.

"I promise. Now lie back and enjoy."

It was like the first time Emily had showed her pussy to Gina. She lay back and then hesitated several times before slowly opening her legs to Gina, a worried look on her face all the time.

But Gina did not immediately open her 'toy box', instead she did what both of them wanted and manoeuvred herself between Emily's knees, pressing the coloured girls legs apart and lowering her mouth to Emily's pussy.

Gina had never gone down on a woman before, in fact Emily was the first female ever to share her bed, but she had wanted to try it since she first caught a whiff of the musky sweet scent of Emily's juices. The reality was every bit as nice as her imagination. Gina knew what she liked Maurice, her husband, to do to her, and that's what she intended to do to Emily, but doing is not quite the same as receiving, so she had to find her way around Emily's anatomy a little first. For that reason her first contact mouth to pussy was somewhat cautious as she literally kissed Emily's pussy lips. But it was not long before her tongue came into play and she was running it up and down the girl's slit just inside her labia, skirting both her opening and her clit. 

Emily had not really expected Gina to actually go down on her, and was thrilled when she first felt her lover's cheek against her thigh and her mouth softly kissing her pussy. Murmuring soft encouragement Emily opened her legs as wide as she could, groaning with pleasure as Gina's tongue found its way between her lips and then mentally cursing as that same tongue refused to plunge into her tunnel or stimulate her already engorged clitoris.

But Gina was working towards those goals, she wanted to savour the moment of each little milestone along the way. She wanted to remember her first taste of pussy juices, her first time licking a woman's slit, the first contact between her tongue and a hard little clit, but most of all she wanted to remember and savour the first time she pushed her tongue deep into Emily's cunt.

After several journeys up and down the length of Emily's pussy, each time dodging contact with her two main targets, Gina stopped and raised her head, looking at Emily's shining wet slit, the pink of her pussy flesh showing so clearly against the dark chocolate of her skin. Emily was beautiful. How anyone could not want to kiss black skin was beyond her.

It was with a sort of reluctant eagerness that Gina stopped feasting her eyes on her lovely young lover and lowered her head back to Emily's pussy. This time she started with her tongue on Emily's perineum and trailed it all the way up the centre of her slit, dipping briefly into her honeypot before allowing it to drag across her clit, both things bringing a groan of pleasure. 

Emily's pussy was wet through and gaping from her arousal and Gina knew that now was the time to move on, to bring into play the things that would give Emily her much needed confidence. She could return to tonguing her later, if the opportunity was there.

For a moment Emily wondered what was happening when Gina suddenly left her pussy and sat back on the bed. But all was soon made clear.

"Right, I think that counts as kissing you better, don't you?" She didn't wait for an answer and spoke again as she delved into her 'toy box', hiding her loot with her body. "Now, we normally like to watch each other, don't we? Well, tonight you can watch me first and then you do the same thing and I'll watch you, okay?"

Emily was confused, but nodded anyway. She was horny enough now to go along with pretty much anything.

Gina rolled over and displayed two vibrators, appropriately coloured one black and one white, the white one of which she handed to Emily. Then she slid off the bed and went to sit in the bedroom chair facing the bed, opening her legs again to display her wet pussy to her partner.

Emily had never handled a vibrator before and, although this one was only a standard eight inch plastic model, it looked huge to her and she recoiled from the thought of it penetrating her. 

"I can't shove that thing in me!" Emily sounded panic stricken.

"You don't have to if you don't want, but just watch me for a while and see how good it can be." 

Gina turned her vibe on and placed it just in contact with her clit. The effect was immediate, if deliberately exaggerated a little. The soft hum of the vibrator was the only sound in the room except for Gina's sharp little intakes of breath as she closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, seemingly oblivious to her audience.

Emily watched fascinated as Gina stroked the vibe up and down her slit, moving her hips on concert with it and all the time emitting little gasps. She could not help but be turned on again by this display and she began to examine the vibe in her hands. When she looked back at Gina she saw that the vibe was now being pressed straight onto her clit and that Gina's free hand was mauling her left breast, pulling and squeezing her nipple in obvious arousal. 

"God, that's fucking good, it gets me going every time. Try it sweetheart; just try it on your clit. It'll make you so wet" Gina was encouraging her with the sexy talk that she liked to use and which she knew turned Emily on. 

Experimentally Emily twisted the base of the vibrator as she had seen Gina do, and was immediately rewarded with a soft purr and mildly erotic vibrations through her fingers. She soon discovered that the more the base was turned the more intense the vibrations and she looked back at Gina for reassurance and help. But Gina was apparently well into her own pleasure, she was running her vibe up and down her slit, pausing at her entrance then pressing the very tip against her clit, before once more dragging it right down almost to her anus. 

"I love running it up and down my pussy. But sometimes I want it in me so bad I can hardly wait." 

Breathing heavily with anticipatory excitement Emily cautiously placed the tip against her own clit and turned the vibrator on again. She soon knew why the toys were so popular; the vibrations ran through her clit like a million tiny fingers playing with it all at the same time. She gasped from surprise and pleasure and Gina smiled quietly from behind her not quite closed eyelids.

After a few minutes of watching Gina carefully, Emily began to imitate her movements by running the tip of the vibe along her slit from very top to very bottom and pausing as she reached her clit to give that little button a few extra seconds. Her breathing rapidly became shallower and quicker, interspersed with little gasps from the effects of the vibrator on her clit, and she became lost in her own little world of pleasure.

"Is that good, sweetheart?" Gina's voice seemed distant. 

Emily glanced across and nodded briefly in answer, loath to do anything to interrupt the delicious vibrations running through her. 

"Try it like this." 

Emily looked again, a little more carefully. Gina now had the black vibrator pressed onto her pussy, the shaft against her clit and the tip pointing like a signpost towards her gaping and glistening hole. Emily watched, taking in the slow involuntary little rotations of Gina's hips, the nearly imperceptible pulses of her vagina, and the whiteness of her knuckles gripping the vibe. Emily knew that Gina was soon going to cum. 

She turned her own vibrator until it mirrored Gina's, pressing it hard against her pussy and feeling the more powerful sensations make her eyes widen in blissful surprise. Her own orgasm began to build again.

"Oh Christ, I'm cumming. Oh Em, please watch me cum! I'm gonna fuck myself, I can't help it!" Gina's eyes looked wild as she spoke, the words choked out between gasps.

Emily watched, mesmerized first by the unexpected words and then by the sight of the black vibrator sinking deep into Gina's pussy. Gina cried out as she plunged the vibe deep into her pussy time after time, a series of gasping wordless pleasure cries, uncontrolled and unintelligible, trying to tell Emily how good the vibe was inside her but how she had not intended to do it. But to Emily the noise was simply that of a woman in extremes of ecstasy, showing her just how good it was to be fucked - if only by a plastic toy. Something big would have to go inside Emily soon, and she knew it. 

Lying on the bed across from Gina, her legs spread wide and her toy pressed on her clit, Emily was getting close to orgasm, her arousal helped by wondering what the vibe would feel like pushed deep into her. Would it feel as good as it looked, would it hurt, and dare she do it? Emily was awash with fantasies, with anticipation, with expectation, and with dread. She steeled herself to do it, to push it right up her in one go, knowing that if she tried it gently she would chicken out. Slowly she tipped the point more towards her vagina, getting ready to push. At the same time she looked across at Gina, who was trembling and sweating as she came down from her gigantic orgasm but who was also looking back at Emily with a smile of encouragement on her face.

"Go on darling, you do it! Remember how you wanted to wanted to play with yourself but daren't, and how good it was when you finally did? This will be the same, I promise."

Emily pushed. The vibrator slid deep into her easily and painlessly, and all the muscles she had tensed suddenly relaxed. The sensation was exquisite, not just from the vibrations now transferred to deep within her pelvis, but just from the unfamiliar feeling of fullness and expansion in her canal. 

She looked across at Gina, a look of wonder on her face, her bright smile once more in evidence, intending to tell her how nice it was and how grateful she was for her encouragement. At least, that's what she intended her mouth to say, but what actually came from her lips was a cry, a deep throaty cry, a sort of groan magnified by excitement, forced from unwilling lips as her own orgasm hit her. 

The climax had been building ever since the vibrator first so tentatively touched her pussy. It had grown almost unnoticed as Emily had watched Gina's enjoyment until, like a boiler at bursting point it had waited for the right moment to let go. That moment had been when the tip of the vibrator had reached her cervix; the first touch of the tip at the end of Emily's tunnel had tipped her over the edge. Now she lay on the bed, her eyes screwed shut, her mouth open but her jaw tight, her hand pushing the vibrator ever harder into her pussy as it tried to milk the most intense sensation possible. Emily's pelvis bounced on the bed, jerking up in answer to a wave of pleasure, only to drop back afterwards until the next hit only a second or so later. To Emily it was as if a tide of glowing lava flowed through her pelvis, spreading out from her pussy to engulf her whole body in white hot enjoyment.

Eventually - a long eventually - the orgasm passed and Emily could open her eyes again. She slid the vibrator from inside her, turning it off but leaving it lying on the bed between her legs, too exhausted for the moment to find the will to move it. Then she lay gazing at Gina, shining with sweat, shivering from spent emotions and unable to get her head together enough to speak. 




Emily Ch. 03



The next morning, after a night of restful slumber, Emily was roused by a knock at the door. She was alone on the bed, and heard her Master opening the door to the room service attendant, evidently bringing coffee and juice. The aroma filled the room quickly, and she realized how hungry she was. Emily sat up in the bed and looked at her Master and smiled. He grinned a little, but that was the extent of His emotion. He seemed to be very distant. She didn't realize that was His intention. He stood and glared at her, and then cocked an eyebrow at her. Finally, she realized that she was to serve Him His coffee. Naked, she jumped from the bed and rushed over to pour His coffee. He looked into her eyes with so much intensity, she had to avert them. 

"Better, but it best not happen again..." He stated to her sternly. His words stung her a little, and she felt a flush go through her. So, the day had begun.

"Use the bathroom and prepare yourself to shower My slut." He said over His coffee cup, "And leave the door open." 

Emily paused for a moment, and then replied, "Yes Master". 

She did as she was told and went into the bathroom to relieve herself. As she sat there, she thought about the act of insisting the door remain open. She knew that it used to emphasize the psychological state of vulnerability. She finished and returned to her Master. When she reached Him, she proceeded to kneel in front of Him. He stopped her and instructed to return to the bathroom. She was going to shower. Master turned on the water and the steam from the warm water began to fill the glass enclosed stall. Emily stood with her head slightly bowed and her eyes lowered. When He opened the door and motioned her to step inside, He undressed Himself as well. Emily stood under the stream of water and soaked her hair. 

The water felt delicious on her skin. Emily felt and heard the click of handcuffs on first one wrist, and then quickly the other. She opened her eyes and looked at Master, more than a little shocked. He had restrained her, but never with handcuffs, and not in the shower. There was a length of chain between the two wrist cuffs, which Master pulled towards Him, clasped in one of His large powerful hands. 

"Today you belong to me pet, remember? I expect that you will obedient and please me well..." he said in a direct voice, only a few inches from her face. Although it was not in the gentlest tone, there was still smoothness to His voice. Master had trained Emily quite well, and she knew that He was very serious, but that she should relinquish control to Him. The training had provided a means to trust Him as well, and Emily had the feeling that she would need to remember that, today of all days. He slipped the chain over the spout of the shower head, thus causing her arms to be suspended semi-over her head. For a few minutes, he acted as though she weren't even there. He washed his hair and body, enjoying the stream of pulsing water. Emily stood there and watched him, helplessly. She wanted to touch Him very badly. 

When he finished, He turned His attention to her. He stood very closely to her, but did not touch her. He didn't even touch His body to her. She wanted very badly to touch Him, kiss Him; have contact with Him in some way shape or form. He resisted. Instead, he stood very closely to her, His mouth mere inches from her ear. She could feel His warm breath on her neck, and it made her skin tingle. Being in her "personal space" was a ploy to remind her of His control over her, and reiterate just how helpless she was under it. He nipped at her ear with His teeth. She wanted so badly to feel His mouth on hers. He looked at her body, scrutinizing the areas where she had marks the night before from their time at the "club", but found that they did not remain. He was pleased. He caressed the outer curve of her breast with the backs of His fingers. She closed her eyes, relishing in their warmth, wanting him to do more. 

"You want for me to touch you badly don't you my little slut?" He said against her ear. Her chest heaved deeply and quickly, but she did not reply. He pinched her nipple smartly and she jumped. 

"Yes Master!" She replied quickly. He chuckled, "Good girl."

Master picked up a shower sponge and squeezed a generous amount of liquid soap over it. He worked up lather and began to soap Emily's body. His hands glided over her slowly but gently, the lather providing a slick barrier. He made it a point to spend extra time on her breasts, particularly because of the look on her face when his hands touched her there. He smiled when she whimpered slightly. He hadn't touched her between her legs. He told her to spread her feet apart. She obeyed. As His hands trailed slowly over her curves, her body writhed under His touch, trying to take in as much as she possibly could. The back of His fingers brushed over her mound gently. She gasped and closed her eyes. She knew better than move; she was afraid that even the slightest unsolicited move would cause Him to stop, and she didn't think she could bear it. He rubbed the sponge over the neatly trimmed hair there, and her body trembled. He set the sponge aside and replaced it with His fingers. He stroked her gently at first, then a little rougher. 

She longed to move with His fingers, squeeze her thighs together, anything, something; to let her body follow its innate instinct to seek release. She knew better. She didn't care what Master did to her, but she was truly He would stop as a form of punishment, and that she knew she could not bear. His fingers passed over her clit, once and only once, and she wanted to scream. His fingers were so warm and invading over her delicate area, and she couldn't' get enough. He slid two fingers between her nether lips, being careful not to directly stimulate her throbbing clit. Instead, he rubbed them on either side, stroking, up and down, over the hot wet folds. She thought her knees would buckle, but the defiance in her would not allow her to move. She stood exactly as Master had instructed her to. 

He watched her, and continued stroking her. His strokes quickened, and she struggled to retain her composure. He felt it. Then, He paused, letting His fingers rest for a moment, feeling her body throb against them. He pressed a little and then slid His finger inside her. Her body gripped His finger, tightening, holding Him there, defiantly. He withdrew His finger from her and she cried out in frustration. He laughed in response. He could see her chest rise and fall deeply. Instead of continuing, he began to wash her hair. 

Emily was extremely frustrated. She wanted him to take her, do whatever He wanted to her, and instead He was toying with her, making her anticipate what He would do next. He rinsed her hair and turned her around, so her back was facing Him. He picked up the sponge and squeezed a generous amount of soap down the center of her back, sliding down to the crack of her ass. In response, thrust her hips back towards Him, instinctively, in attempt to coax Him to touch her. He did indeed. He began to stroke her clit and warm folds from behind, until he drew a deep groan from her. He slid His fingers backwards, to her tight waiting ass, and stroked it, pressing, in circles. She growled. She was like a marionette, arms suspended above her head, fists wrapped around the water spout, legs spread wide. Her body jumped and twitched to the slightest touch His fingers converged on it. He stopped once again, and slapped her ass soundly. He then reached around her and turned off the water. 

Master stepped out of the stall first, and grabbed a towel. He lifted the chain from the water spout and let her arms, still cuffed, fall to her sides. He held out His hand to Emily, she took it and stepped from the stall, shaking. Her entire body was trembling. He dried her off quickly, and grabbed another towel. 

"Dry me bitch," He barked at her. She caught the towel as He tossed it to her, and began drying Him. His shoulders, back, arms, chest, hips, and so on, she dried carefully and delicately. He knew full well that she was so incredibly frustrated and aroused; He enjoyed her not-so-subtle attempts to entice Him as well. She deliberately did not touch His erection; but wanted to save it until last. She had just finished drying his legs, and was still on her knees in front of Him. He leaned back, against the counter, and said, "you're not finished yet bitch, I said DRY ME!" 

Emily lifted her eyes slowly and looked into His, albeit briefly. He smirked when she lowered her eyes again; He knew she was going to try and tease Him as well. She began to lick the water from His rigid cock. A single drop hung suspended from the engorged head, and she set the tip of her hot tongue gently under it, letting it absorb to it. When His sensitive cock felt the soft heat of her tongue against it, it pulsed in response. He suppressed a deep groan that threatened to emit from Him and watched her as she continued. Expertly determined, her tongue caressed His aching cock with long deep strokes. Underneath, from the base to the tip, then back again, along the top; licking, sucking; savoring the taste and heat of His flesh. Try as He may to conceal His desire for her, the throbbing and pulsing of His cock betrayed Him, and she knew it. She placed her mouth at the tip once again where a new drop was suspended, but this time it was not water. She paused a moment with her lips holding the tip captive and she drank him in deeply. 

The taste of Him was a tease to her tongue and her mouth wanted more. She placed her tongue tightly against the cleft at the underside of the head and pressed. He said nothing, but she saw Him grip the edge of the counter tighter. Slowly, very slowly, she began to "swallow" him. She would press her tongue against the underside as her lips slid a little further down His shaft. A little tongue, a little lip, slowly, inch by delicious inch she slid onto His cock. She took Him in as deeply as she could, and wrapped her hand tightly at the base and squeezed. She began to stroke the underside of His throbbing cock with her tongue in slow but steady waves. Her lips were wrapped tightly around Him, holding him there, sucking. He was breathing rapidly, and she wanted Him to cum. She began to stroke His perineum with her fingertips, feeling Him pulse even further. The waves of her tongue grew more rapid. She slid her hand back further, so the heel of her hand rested there, thus giving her fingers reign to stroke His ass. She stroked him, pressing in deep circles. He felt as though he would come unglued. Her strokes grew faster and faster, beckoning His release. When He felt it rising, and much to His chagrin, He pushed her off of Him. She fell back slightly, startled, and he stroked himself in place of her. When He ejaculated, it was on her chin, chest, and breasts; not in her mouth. He groaned and leaned over slightly when it was finished, and smiled at her. She was still shocked and confused. 

"Don't wipe that off my little slut, I want it to dry on you." He said as he cleaned up slightly and tossed aside the towel. "Now go sit on the bed and wait for me." 

She rose and did as she was told. She sat on the edge of the bed and He stepped into the bedroom a few minutes later, wearing His underwear. He looked at her and grinned and told her to lie back on the bed and spread her legs. Again, she did as she was told. She wasn't sure what to expect. He approached the bed carrying a couple of things that she couldn't distinguish, and stopped at the foot of the bed looking down at her. He set the things he was carrying down on the floor and leaned over her. He bent deep and all in one motion wrapped His mouth around her parted nether lips and licked deep; and sucked her for a moment. She groaned deeply. 

He chuckled, "you want to cum badly don't you my little slut?" 

"Uh-huh..." was all she could muster. 

"Good!" he replied, "Now come here bitch." 

She scooted to the edge of the bed and waited. He picked up one of the things He had set on the floor and she saw it to be a bottle of lube, and a small vibrator. He yanked her to her feet and turned her around. He then shoved the top half of her body over the bed and inserted the small object into her ass. It wasn't too incredibly large that it was painful, but it definitely made its presence known. Then, he turned her around once again, so she was facing him, and bent low, only to tell her to step into a pair of "panties" that He wanted her to wear. She did so, holding onto His shoulder gently, to steady herself. When He brought the panties to her thighs, He paused. She then noticed that they had a long slender, curved vibrator attached, along with one that would rest snugly against her clit. She hesitated for a moment, and He pinched her nipple until she winced. He poured a generous amount of lube on both of the attached vibrators and placed it on her. The long slender one slid inside her, and the other one nested between her labia, invading, taunting her aching clit. The panties had a rigid base to them, to allow movement, but also be rigid enough to hold the attachments in place and also, if one were inclined to do so, use it as a pedestal to contort the objects to give the user mobility to assure "satisfaction". Once content that they were placed properly, Master pinched her nipples again, and placed nipple clamps to keep them hard. Emily never would have imagined that there was such a thing as the panties she was wearing, but she was ready for whatever adventures Master had planned; or so she thought.

He stepped away again for a moment, and returned with one of her dresses and a pair of thigh high stockings. It was a dark purple halter, with draping in the front. It had a low sweeping neckline, and thus she hadn't planned on wearing a bra with it. Master told her to put it on as He removed the handcuffs. 

"Why Master?" she asked, not a little confused. 

"Why, my slut, we are going to lunch!" He replied with a smile.

Emily's mouth fell open. Surely he couldn't mean that they were going to lunch while she was wearing all these devices! Yes, they were going to lunch, downstairs. Master finished dressing and then slipped Emily's shoes on her feet. He stood in front of her and surveyed her. 

He then said, "Finish getting ready, and we will go. There is one more thing pet; as you are aware, you have a fair amount of hardware in and about your body, and in intimate areas. It will take a great deal of concentration and control to keep them in place and also remain discreet. We will see how well you can accomplish both." 

Emily took a few steps, and decided it wasn't too bad. She could do it; she was determined to prove that she could. She stepped into the bathroom, combed her hair and set it up with a pin, and applied a little makeup. She was ready to go to lunch. 

As they stepped out the door, and Master closed the door behind them, he stated quietly, "By the way my bitch, there is one more thing..." with that, he reached in His pocket and the objects between Emily's legs came alive. "I have the controls of course..."  

Emily stopped in her tracks and her eyes got very wide. She was to keep the objects inside her, while they vibrated, during lunch at a very expensive restaurant. She thought she would die! The low vibration reverberated through her as they walked to the elevator. She kept her eyes lowered and concentrated.

When they were seated at a large booth near the back, but in the center of the room, she found some comfort in the fact that she could at least stop moving. Master kicked up the controls so the vibrations were a little more intense, but she was determined to keep her composure. The waiter arrived at the table and Emily said quietly that she would have water. Master ordered a drink. Who should arrive at the table in front of them but the couple they shared the elevator with the evening prior! It took a few moments for them to recognize the couple, but a soon as they did, the man smiled a little and blushed, and the woman gasped and glared at both of them with disgust. Master looked at her, smiled a lopsided grin and winked at her. She wanted to slap his face. 

The waiter returned with their drinks and Master ordered a chicken pasta dish, with a bowl of soup for Emily. Emily hadn't really eaten that day, but with everything that had been going on, she didn't want to eat a big meal, and Master understood and agreed. Emily remained silent throughout the next few minutes; she had to focus intensely to the sensations that were rippling through her body as the vibrators trembled within her at a low hum. Master increased the intensity again, and Emily closed her eyes. She was as if in a trance, daring not to move, thus causing Master to either increase the intensity again, or she would shift in such a way she wouldn't be able to stop the orgasm that was screaming to be released. All at once, the vibrations stopped. She was able to breathe again.

Master spoke to her in low tones, teasing, taunting her, and she tried not to let him distract her, or God forbid, turn on the vibrators again! She had no idea just how intense they could get, and was afraid to find out. Just then, Master took her hand. They had a signal, which they used during a scene; if he squeezed her hand and she squeezed back, then she was okay, and he should continue. If not, he would stop and check to see if she was okay, and how she could be more comfortable. Master squeezed her hand and she looked at Him, straight in the eye, smiled, and squeezed back, tightly. "Good girl" he murmured and smiled at her. 

The older couple seated near them were beginning to make a scene. The wife was extremely disgusted and uncomfortable, and would have sworn that Master was holding Emily against her will and torturing her. The husband tried to quiet her, and looked apologetically to Master. Master responded by kicking on the controls again. The first jolt startled Emily so much that she dropped her spoon as she attempted to take a taste of her soup. A deep flush crossed her face and chest. The clamps that held her hard and aching nipples only made them tingle, thus further enticing them. The older gentleman could not stop staring at them, thus annoying his wife even further. Master simply smiled mischievously and ate His lunch. The intensity was rising in Emily again. She stopped eating and closed her eyes again. Her breathing was becoming heavy, and she had to fight very hard to keep from moaning. Again Master stopped the controls. He allowed Emily to rest a bit. They finished their lunch. 

The couple at the next table was arguing with more intensity at this point, and the woman had even asked the waiter to get the manager. The manager approached their table and spoke in low tones. The older gentleman was utterly embarrassed, and simply wished his wife would shut up! He was enjoying the "show" he was watching, and envied Master. The manager then turned and walked to the table where Master and Emily were seated. The controls were again on a low hum, but Emily remained calm. 

"Is everything alright with you Ma'am? The diner at a table nearby is concerned that you are ill or not here at your own accord." The manager asked Emily politely, clearly embarrassed. 

Emily took a deep breath and replied very calmly, "Yes I am fine, thank you. As a matter of fact, my gentleman friend here is paying a great deal for this lunch and in fact for this entire hotel stay and I'm certain that part of your amenities do not include rude dinner companions; so please ask those that have difficulties or discomforts to direct it to the proper resources and allow us to enjoy our lunch and the rest of our stay in peace." 

The manager blinked, twice, apologized to them both, and left. He returned to the older couple's table and murmured something to the woman that neither of them could distinguish. She promptly left; her husband reluctantly trailing behind her. 




Emily Ch. 03



Master laughed out loud and kissed Emily's hand. He also increased the intensity again. She didn't think she could make it to walk out of there, but was willing to try. The motion of walking only increased the sensations, as it caused the objects to move about. Master placed enough cash to cover lunch and the tip and they left. She never had done anything that required as much intense concentration as it took to gracefully walk from the table, through the lobby to the elevators without cumming. Once inside, and they were alone, Master kicked up the intensity to top speed, and said, "CUM NOW BITCH!" 

With that, Emily exploded with an intense orgasm. She gripped the rails on either side of her, threw her head back, and wailed at the top of her lungs. Over and over the spasms grasped her, shook her, to her very core. After what seemed like an eternity, Master slowly turned down the controls and allowed Emily to stop. She was rasping for breath, and had a light film of sweat on her face and chest. When they arrived at their floor, they stepped off and Master held His arm around her to help her back to their room. But the day wasn't over yet...

As they approached the door to their room, Master noticed Emily wobbling on trembling legs. Neither of them spoke. Master had intended to test her on how far He could take her, and decided that His plan was working. He placed the card key in the lock and opened it. Once inside, He closed the door, locked it, and took off His jacket. His cock was as hard as a rock. He turned to face Emily, who was standing in front of Him, looking at Him defiantly. He looked back at her, and cocked an eyebrow. 

"Was there something else pet?" He asked her. Her eyes widened, and mouth fell open. 

"I don't know Master. Are You finished with me?" She said. 

"Yes, for now I am. Now go into the bedroom and wait for my instruction," was His reply. He was quite amused with her frustration. 

"No!" she stated defiantly, and raised her chin a little higher. 

She then untied the top of her dress and unfastened the back. She slipped out of it and was left wearing the panties that Master had placed on her, her stockings, and of course the nipple clamps. She was quite a fetching sight. The nipple clamps looked as though they would burst from her. Her skin was flushed, and chest heaving from the deep breaths she was taking; along with the adrenaline pumping through her like a freight train. Master had expected her to be whimpering and weak from the intensity of the orgasm she had just experienced, and the long period of time she had endured the vibrators and kept her composure. Instead, she stood there like a wildcat ready to pounce. 

"You mean You are done with me?!" she raised her voice a little and he noticed her eyes were on fire. 

"You heard me. I said go into the bedroom and wait!" He raised His voice back at her. He was quite surprised at her defiant attitude. "Would You like me to turn on the controls again?!" He asked; an evil grin on His face. 

With that, she pulled the devices quickly from her, along with the clamps. She placed her hands on her hips and stated to Him, "You know what You can do with these stupid little toys. Why don't You man up and FUCK me!?" 

His eyes darkened, as did His demeanor. "You are treading on dangerous ground bitch; now do as you are told!" He growled at her. 

"Oh, am I now. Why don't You MAKE me, BITCH!" she growled back at Him, clearly goading Him. He lunged at her slightly, but she held her ground, firmly. He had never seen so much fire in her eyes, or so much disobedience. His cock was pounding. "What YOU got? BITCH! " Her words spat out of her mouth. 

Master had had enough and she realized that when she saw the flash in his eyes. He started to unbutton His shirt and walk towards her, and she began to back up. When He tossed His shirt to the side, He made a swipe at her with a long arm, but with the adrenaline surging through her, her reflexes were in top form. She ducked easily, and moved out of reach. Adrenaline surged through Master as well, even though he felt as though the majority of His blood was now pooled in His pounding engorged cock. He lunged at her again, but when she tried to dodge Him, He quickly counter moved, and caught her. She struggled hard against Him, and bucked and writhed under His arms. He tightened His grip and turned her around. He lifted her over His shoulder easily, and carried her towards the bedroom.

She continued to struggle against him, arms and legs flailing, as he reached the end of the bed. He tossed her off His shoulder and onto the bed with such force; it knocked the wind out of her. She looked at Him startled, and attempted to get up. He pinned her to the bed and turned her over onto her belly. He threw His leg over her to keep her there. She continued to struggle and writhe under him. He pulled His belt off and wrapped it around the post of the bed, and also to her wrists and pulled it tight. He grabbed a large bolster from the bed and pulled it towards Him. He slapped her ass very hard; so hard it truly hurt His hand. Then twice, then three times. She screamed at Him to get His hands off her; not to dare touch her any further. He laughed and lifted her hips, to slip the bolster under her. He placed himself behind her and pulled her towards Him, so her restraints would hold her tightly. She had no alternative but to rest against the bolster; that was the only thing holding her. He quickly slid His trousers and underwear from His body and for lack of anything else available, he stuffed the wadded up boxers in her mouth, to shut her up. She continued to buck under him. He slapped her ass once again, she groaned, and His cock throbbed and pulsed. He could see she was heaving deep breaths, as was He, and he spread her legs wide. 

He placed His fingers against her hot wet opening, and found that her juices were pouring from her. His cock was on fire, and that wetness was the key to putting it out. He slid two fingers inside her deeply and began to stroke. Through the makeshift gag, He heard her muffled cry. He pressed harder, stretching her tight sucking cunt to prepare her for Him. He shoved His aching cock into her in one motion, to join his fingers. He slid in as far as he could, not caring if it hurt her or not. He began to pump into her, while his fingers pressed and stroked her. Harder and harder he stroked and harder and harder he pumped. Her hot orifice squeezed and sucked Him, harder than He could have ever imagined. His free hand pressed onto her back, near her ass, holding her there. His strokes grew even harder and faster, as did His fingers. He had lost control. His instincts kicked into overdrive. The need of His cock had taken over. He saw her body start to convulse when she began an incredibly intense orgasm, and her juices were soaking His thighs. He felt His own release grabbing Him, shaking Him, and this time it was He who threw His head back and wailed. He continued to fuck her hard, seeking to drain every last drop from His body.

When His release subsided, He found that He wasn't satisfied yet, and neither was His cock. He was still rock hard and ready. Her body was shaking, but His cock was still in charge. He noticed the tube of lube that he had used when He inserted the vibrators into her earlier, lying on the bed near Him, and He grabbed it. He withdrew His cock and soaked fingers from her and rubbed them against the pucker of her tight ass. He squeezed a large amount of the slippery gel on her beckoning rim and rubbed with His fingers. He then spread the remnants from His fingers onto his already soaked cock and pressed the head at her opening. She was so tight. He held her firmly, and guided Himself into her slowly. She had cum so intensely; she was fairly relaxed, but not completely limp. She was breathing heavily, and it was all He could do not to force Himself into her the way He had with her pussy, but He took His time. Slowly and steadily He entered her. She was very tight, and very hot. His cock throbbed both from the need for more fucking and also the elation of taking her ass. He stroked her slowly, but not too incredibly deep; just past the ridge of the engorged head. He began to pump her, the sensation of the tightness gripping His cock, promising to make Him cum once again. His hand remained near the small of her back, and he felt her begin to move her hips... Encouraging Him to continue; to take His release again. He began to pump her with short fast thrusts; He knew He would cum again soon. With His other hand, He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled. She released a muffled groan through her gag, and the sound of it sent Him over the edge. The spasms gripped Him again, and once again he wailed loudly as her body pulled the release from Him. The intensity rippled up His thighs, radiating through His back and shoulders, shaking him. Over and over it pulled Him. He didn't want the feeling to end; ever. 

When His body was spent, He was exhausted. He slid from inside her gently, and lay on top of her limp body. She was breathing heavily. When He got close to her, he pulled the gag from her mouth. She sucked in a huge breath of air. He noticed her trembling slightly, and looked at her more closely. She was weeping. Large warm tears streamed from her eyes. Her face was wet. 

"Are you okay Emily? I got a little carried away." He said to her gently, stroking her cheek. 

She smiled, and then laughed as she still struggled to regain normal breathing. "That was pretty fucking amazing!" she said gleefully. 

He shook His head and laughed as well. He kissed/sucked the back of her neck and she squealed with delight. He untied her wrists and tossed the bolster aside, allowing her to rest against the bed comfortably. Her Master pulled a corner of the comforter over them both and she curled up next to Him and fell asleep. After a few moments, He did as well.



Emily Ch. 03



After our last encounter, Emily and I had lain in the grass talking with her cuddled up against me. I had been uncertain as to how she would react to the experience, but apparently it had been exactly what she was after. She had appetites that mainstream society considered to be deviant and had been unsuccessful in finding someone to play rough with.

When I talked to Lisa later in the week I had asked about Emily. She indicated that Emily had been, with some measure of discretion, inquiring around the community for other people that enjoyed rough play. There were a number of us, actually, with a variety of tastes. It turned out that Lisa had been keeping an eye on her for a bit and had eventually, indirectly, suggested that I might be someone to approach.

Emily and I corresponded by email and IRC. I had asked what sorts of games she might like to play. She sent me erotic images, video clips and segments of stories. We commented on and critiqued the shared media. It was hot stuff, and very specific, but all fiction and fantasy. I directed her toward actual informational resources to toss a bit of reality into the mix.

Now it's Thursday morning and we're in a coffee shop near the University. Emily is her usual warm self. She is gorgeous with her hair falling to frame her face and eyes. She is wearing a black turtleneck with an earth toned Peruvian sweater over it.

"We've been talking about it an awful lot. Can we play again? Soon?" she asks energetically.

As much as I enjoy Emily's usual self, she is approaching me for a specific type of experience and has given me a fair amount of untested data to use as a baseline for the type of experience she was looking for. It's time to test the data.

"I realize that we're in a public place," I say thinking about the story segments that she had sent, "but perhaps you can find a discrete, and yet more appropriate manner in which to initiate a scene?"

Emily looks from side to side to see who might be nearby. The room is too noisy for conversation to be heard very far. She places both hands on the table's edge in front of her and leans forward.

"Sir," Emily restates, "would it please you to play with me again in the near future?"

I smile and sip my coffee. "It would. Are you free on Saturday?"

"Yes, sir. I am free all weekend," Emily says a little louder to be audible over a hiss of steam from behind the counter.

"Interesting choice of words," I smirk deviously and rub my hands together. "Do you have any dates between now and then?"

"No, Sir," is the reply.

"Excellent. The scene begins now," I pause to sip my coffee and observe Emily's reaction. She blinks and waits for me to continue. "You are not allowed to cum without my permission, and I will not be giving any permission until I see you on Saturday. I want your tension to build between now and then. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she responds. Emily has been sending me a steady stream of erotic media. I watch her face as the idea that she is not going to be allowed to get off for two days settles in. "Sir, does that mean I can't ... do it myself? No cumming at all?"

"Correct. No masturbation," I answer in a matter of fact tone. I know that she isn't seeing anyone currently, so there won't be any pressure for sex from another lover.

"Yes, Sir," her voice is relaxed. She seems less consciously aware about who might hear our conversation than even just a few moments ago. 

Emily's eyes stay on me while I gave her a short set of instructions. With each acknowledgement I can hear the spark of lust being kindled and concern for her surroundings diminish. Seeing her respond positively pleases me, even more so to think of her avoiding masturbation over the next couple of days. I suspect that she will actually obey, but we'll just have to wait and see.

Emily is not the kind of woman to be pushed or coerced into a situation that she does not want to be in. If that weren't the case there is no way that I would consider playing these games with her. I know that anything we do is with her consent. Particularly since she has several years of Ju Jitsu training to defend her sense of boundaries with, if she felt the need to do so.

Our waitress, Rebecca, comes over with the check and a cup of ice. She brushes a bright blue bang away from her eyes and looks Emily up and down with a smile.

"Did you want that other order to go?" Rebecca asks with a smirk.

I pass her a twenty and answer, "Yes, please."

Rebecca takes the twenty and walks away.

"When is the last time you got off, Slave?" I ask Emily.

"This morning, Master," Emily is using a tone that is only slightly quieter than normal conversation.

I lean forward and ask, "What were you thinking about?"

Emily's hands move to her lap.

"I was thinking about," she pauses and looks down at her lap.

"You can torture yourself like that if you want, but no cumming," I remind her.

Returning her hands to the table Emily continues, "I was remembering the way you used my mouth. How it felt to have your hands guiding my head and your cock sliding across my tongue. How badly I wanted to please you, for you to please yourself with me."

"So you got yourself off remembering the way I fucked your mouth?" I'm feeling downright wolfish now.

Emily answers, "Yes, Master. I loved it."

I look at the check and leave an appropriate amount pinned under my coffee cup. Emily looks puzzled for a moment, remembering that I had already handed our waitress some cash. I pick up a small key that had been placed under the check.

"Come with me, Slave," I say quietly.

Emily whispers, "Yes, Master."

We get up from the table and walk back to the hallway that leads to the restrooms. My jacket conceals the fact that my cock is as hard as steel right now. We walk past the frat boys at the counter that check Emily out as she passes. We walk past the businesswoman juggling her phone along with a coffee and muffin. We enter the hallway and turn the corner, where the restroom doors are and walk past them to a third door marked Employees Only. I use the key to unlock the supply room door and motion Emily inside. I follow, closing the door behind me.

The walls are lined with boxes and shelves, but there is enough space left for my purposes. I step in close and she clasps her hands behind her back. I grab her by the waist and turn her around to face away from me. Her breathing is heavy. Perhaps she is hoping that I've changed my mind and will allow her to cum after all.

"Put your hands on the shelf and bend over so I can inspect your cunt," I whisper into her ear.

"Yes, Master," Emily whispers hotly.

Emily places her hands on a sturdy shelf and bends at the waist until her back is parallel to the floor. I pull her long hippy skirt up and flip it over her back, exposing her magnificent legs and ass. Emily is wearing a pair of striped grey panties under her skirt.

There is a flushing sound from the next room over, followed by the sounds of hand washing. I run my hands in silence across her ass until we hear a door open a swing shut again. I break the silence with a slap on her ass.

"When you come to meet me, you should never wear anything that prevents me from having ready access," I say softly listening to her barely audible moans. I pull my pocketknife out. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again," Emily says quickly. "I'll make sure that you have easy access to my pussy from now on."

"Your cunt and your ass," I clarify. "Later you can tell me where you got these so that I can replace them."

I hear her whisper so quietly, "...and my ass..." as I pull the left side off of her hip enough to slip the blade under and slice the fabric. I do the same with the right and tug on the waistband in the back pulling the hourglass shape of fabric free from her legs. Emily shudders as the fabric rubs past her tender flesh.

I crouch down to get a close look at the smoothly shaven pussy revealed. I lean in and kiss the line where her legs and ass meet. Emily shudders a little. I trace a finger slowly around the outer lips of her labia. I can hear Emily's breathing grow heavier.

Someone else has entered the women's room next door.

I stand and pull a small packet of water-based lubricant from my jacket pocket. I squeeze a small dollop of lube onto each of the first two fingers of my right hand and place the packet on the ground in Emily's line of sight. I can see her head turn slightly to see what it is.

I reach between her deliciously full ass cheeks and press the lube and my fingers onto her rosebud. I hold fingers there gently for a moment to see what she'll do. Emily stays stock still, so I start making slow circles - rubbing the lubricant onto her anus. Retrieving the packet, I squeeze a bit more onto my fingers and rub that in as well with small slow circles around the opening. I press lightly against the entrance and feel Emily push back just enough to be noticed.

I hear the water running next door. I return the packet to my pocket and flip her skirt down.

"Stand and remove your top," I order.

Emily stands up slowly and pulls her winter layers up over her head. She was wearing a sweater over a turtleneck over a bra. I pull a coiled length of clothesline from my pocket and uncoil it. I double it up and quickly bind her wrists behind her back. There's a throw pillow on a nearby box. Rebecca is so thoughtful. I turn Emily around, her lust filled eyes meet my own. I drop the pillow to the floor.

"To keep your hands out of the way while I use your mouth," I explain.

"Thank you, Master," Emily whispers as she sinks to her knees.

I look down at Emily's beautiful upturned face, her shining eyes, and past her waiting lips to her perfect tits. I reach down and cup them for a moment. As my hands return upward, I undo my jeans and release my cock from its prison.

Emily's mouth immediately descends to engulf me. I hear someone else enter the next room over. I gather Emily's hair up in my hands. I feel her lips wrapped about me and see her cheeks sucking in. I begin with slow, gentle motions. I pull out until I feel her lips caress my helmet, and then slowly thrust maybe an inch in. 

The sensation is unbelievable. I take my time. I hear water next door and I take a long slow thrust into Emily's hungry, suckling mouth. By the time I hear water again I'm taking long thrusts to the back of her mouth and pulling her head forward to meet my thrusts.

I step forward slightly so that Emily is leaning back just enough that the saliva dripping from her chin falls to her chest instead of her lap. I make love to Emily's mouth. I drive my cock into her throat until her face presses aganst my belly and my balls drape across her chin and still I want to go deeper. I hear the water run next door again.

Emily's throat has relaxed and I am able to drive my cock from tip to base into her mouth with each stroke. I hold her down on my cock and make three or four slow, short thrusts before pulling out to let Emily breath. I do this over and over, losing myelf to the glory of her tight throat milking my cock. I hear the water run next door again.

I pull my cock out and wipe it around her cheeks to make them glisten. I tip her head back and rub my cock under Emily's chin. She closes her eyes and hangs her mouth open waiting for my return. I reach down with one hand to rub the saliva that has drooled onto chest into the skin of her succulent tits. She opens her eyes and looks up at me.

"Please, Master. Please use my mouth. Fuck my throat, Master," Emily pleads convincingly. I watch as she grinds her pelvis against the pillow. "Please let me cum while your cock is buried in my throat."

We hear the water run next door. 

"Please, Master," Emily whimpers oblivious as to whether or not she can be heard by whoever is in the rest room next door. "My cunt is on fire. Please, use me however it pleases you, but please - I can't make it until Saturday. Please let me cum. Please, Master, please take pleasure in letting your slave cum."

It's really something to hear a woman talk like this and know that she means every word of it. But I also keep in mind that a lot of the stories that she had sent to me had elements of orgasm denial.

"Oh, I will take pleasure in your orgasm," I say in all honesty, "but it won't happen today. Now, suck."

I grab Emily by the head and slide my cock in quickly. The time for tenderness is gone. I fuck Emily's mouth with long, fast strokes. With each stroke, my cock pulls out to the helmet and then slams in roughly to the root. Her chin and tits are glistening with drool. I'm getting close.

I pull out of Emily's abused mouth and say, "Lean forward."

When she does, I untie her wrists. She brings them around to her chest and rubs her wrists, then massages her slick breasts.

"Hold your tits together," I command.

Emily cups her breasts up and together. I slide my cock back into her mouth and go back to long, moderately deep thrusts. I would love to just bury my cock to the root in her face and pump my seed directly into her throat, but I have other plans.

I had held off on cumming for two days now just to be sure this would be a nice, messy load. I pull out of Emily's mouth and stroke myself as I feel the cum boil up from what seems like my whole body. I feel the magnificent sensation of a huge load bursting forth from the head of my cock and watch as spurt after spurt shoots across Emily's perfect chest and throat.

A lot of women seem to think that ejaculation is the end of an orgasm. It's just a peak.

I look down and see Emily looking up at me, smiling and hopeful.

"Finish me in your mouth," is all I can muster for the moment.

Emily releases her breasts and, using her hands and mouth together, lovingly milks my cock until the orgasm completes. I step back drained and survey the result.

"Thank you, Master," Emily half moans. I see that she is struggling to keep her hands away from her skirt.

"You're welcome," I say as I crouch down. "Slave, massage my cum into your breasts."

"Yes, Master," she responds.

I watch as she slowly massages my cum into her ample flesh and when satisfied say, "That's enough. You may lick your hands clean."

"Thank you, Master," Emily obediently replies.

I watch as Emily licks her hands free of as much sticky film as her sore mouth can manage.

"Put your top back on. You are to wear me like that for the rest of the day."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Sir," Emily whimpers. "Please, Master, mercy."

"What sort of mercy, Slave?" I inquire. I'm wondering if pushed the humiliation angle too far?

"Please, Sir, please let me cum," she pleads through swollen lips. "I'll never make it, Sir. Even just walking will be too much. I promise not to cum after that, but please - you've pushed me to the edge."

Ahh, yes - that.

"You've enjoyed having your mouth fucked that much?" I ask.

"Yes. But not just that, Sir," she explains. "I love being used by you. I love having you use me for your pleasure."

"Pull your top on while I consider your petition." I know already what I'm going to do, and an orgasm isn't it.

I watch as Emily carefully pulls her bra back on and then careful draws the black turtleneck back down over her head so that nothing gets on the outside. Finally the sweater. Even if the semen and saliva leak through her turtleneck, the sweater will conceal it all.

"Lie on your back," I say.

"Thank you, Master, Thank you!"

Emily shifts around and lies back so that the pillow is under her head. I pull her knees up and apart. Retrieving my length of clothesline once more, I bind Emily's hands in front of her. As an added touch, I pull the remnants of her panties from my pocket and stuff them into her mouth as a gag.

Flipping her skirt up so that it drapes across her chest I say, "Now to help you out with this burning cunt. We'll cool you down some, but as I've already said - I have no intention of letting you cum until Saturday. Now, stay still."

I hear a moan of despair through the panty gag. I reach up and grab the cup of ice that Rebecca had left for me, mostly ice water now and crouch between Emily's knees. Her eyes go wide.

I fish out a chunk of ice and place it casually halfway between her navel and swollen clit. She makes muffled gasping noises and wiggles her legs around me. I make small circles with the ice cube, getting a little wider each time. It melts before I can reach her labia, leaving cold water dripping from her pelvis.

I fish another ice cube out and, holding onto her left knee, run the ice cube slowly up the inside of that thigh while Emily tries not to squirm. Her right thigh receives the same treatment.

I fish another ice cube out and draw a slow line directly from her navel toward her cunt. It's a shame, really. I could go down on her right now and probably push her over the top of an amazing orgasm in moments. She gasps and muffles a scream through the gag as the ice cube crosses her clit and runs straight down between the lips of her cunt.

Another ice cube follows. And another. And another. Finally, the ice has seemed to cool her down some. I place an ice cube on her clit and rub it up and down the lips of her cunt and she appears to be calm.

I pull the panties out of her mouth and ask, "Think you'll make it until Saturday now, or should I continue?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Sir," Emily calmly replies.

I untie her hands and pocket the rope along with her ruined panties and return the little room to approximately the same state I found it in.

"Then let us be gone from this closet of ill repute, eh?" I say helping her to her feet.

After a brief grooming session, we exit the storage room and make our way back through the coffee shop, mostly empty now that the morning rush has ended, to the counter. Rebecca looks at Emily as we approach and smirks to herself.

"It looks like someone could use a nice cup of licorice root tea," Rebecca chuckles quietly.

Emily's face goes pale.

"Don't look so shocked, sweetie," Rebecca teases. "I'll bring it out in a minute."

We sit at the counter and Emily asks nervously, "She knows?"

I look around. The place is almost empty and no one is near.

"Yes, she knows. Rebecca is a fellow, hmm, let's go with 'libertine'. And it's her shop. She gave me the key for the store room," I explain. "Some call her 'Mistress'. She may not be your Mistress, but she is a good friend of mine and a good friend to have."

Rebecca returns with a cup of tea and a jar of honey and says, "This will help soothe you a bit."

"Thanks," Emily offers a bit shyly.

I see that something about Emily has caused Rebecca's eyes to light up and she looks over at me for a moment.

"Oooh. A rabbit." Rebecca leans in close to Emily, inhales deeply and says quietly, "Gods I love that smell."

Emily looks puzzled. Rebecca says quietly, "The smell of drying semen. To someone who notices these things, you reek of it. Some folks you pass today are going to smell that and then look at those puffy lips you've got and know for sure that you've had your mouth fucked raw and don't care who knows it. Gods above, that is beautiful. What do you say about that, girl?"

Emily looks like she might panic. A long moment passes and Emily's face grows calm. She turns to me and says, "Thank you, Sir."



Emily Ch. 03



Author's note:

Emily is a cute young BBW who works as a teacher, and enjoys sexy role-play. She has short curly brown hair, pale skin, with freckles, and wears glasses. Emily and I often explore different naughty characters and situations and this story documents one of them. One night we were discussing which new fantasy we could explore when we came up with this idea. 

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PHIL: you are the lady of a manor, really rich, which you love, but what you do hate is your husband constantly being away spending time with his friends, playing golf etc. You have however taken a shine to your put-upon, poor, young cute subservient gardener. He is always having to work on your massive garden. 

EMILY: on this particular day I have decided I need to fire you and you have decided you are going to profess your love to me or something. 

PHIL: yes I like that... the rich husband has heard rumours that his wife likes the gardener a bit too much, he doesn't believe it of course but coming home one day he sees them nearly kissing from a distance... he's too embarrassed to confront her with him there but talks to her about it later.. she denies everything but he tells her that when the gardener comes tomorrow she must fire him... he makes up the reason that the garden is a state and he doesn't do his job properly anyway, the next day she tries to fire him which leads to his confession and their passion being released. 

EMILY: the jealous husband leaves for a meeting although he wishes to stay and watch his wife fire the gardener, but on this particular day the gardener is late though word is sent that he can't make it so the husband leaves and the lady sits on her enclosed porch reading a long loved novel. It is torn and such but she still loves it. She is just nearly focused on the story when she hears... 

PHIL: "ahem, good afternoon ma'am" as he walks towards her, heading for the garden to start his usual day's work, dressed smartly as a servant of the nobility should be 

EMILY: She drops her book and lets out a sound of surprise as she stands up. "Oh. I was told you wouldn't be coming today." 

PHIL: "well yes ma'am sorry about that. I was having terrible problems with the car. So I decided to walk instead, so I'm just late. But I will of course stay later to make up the time ma'am, I know how your husband expects the best from Me." he bends to pick up the book, always used to helping out his betters 

EMILY: "Thank you, umm I umm well would you like something to drink after your long walk. I can see you're rather warm." I grab my book from you and grasp your hand as well. I like the feel of it, rough from the hard labour. I get chills all over my body and my nipples harden a bit. I feel it and try to cover them by crossing them with my other arm, but you seem to notice anyway. 

PHIL: "well ma'am... I... am very thirsty but is his grace at home today? I don't think it's a good idea that he knows we've even spoken... after yesterday". I do notice the effect the touch has had on you and I like it. The last few days have been wonderful but confusing for me. Knowing I will be in trouble if anything gets back to your husband. This job pays very well and I don't want to lose it, yet your eyes are inviting and warm. Your hand soft and manicured against mine. 

EMILY: "No he has gone to a meeting and won't return for at least 3 hours. Why don't you have a seat and I will go get you some water. Umm is water ok? Would you like some ice with it?" I turn to go before hearing your answer, but turn again and begin to tell you. "About yesterday, well, my husband well... oh this is so hard for me." 

PHIL: "yes ma'am?" I was pleased that he wasn't here because I was sure he'd fire me. I start to nervously play with my shirt tails as I worry what you are about to say 

EMILY: I sit down completely forgetting about your drink and begin to tear up a bit. I wipe the tears away with a hankie. "My husband wishes for me to fire you, but you are such a good gardener. I am sorry." I start to babble. "I know some people around here who would love to have you as a gardener. I will find you another job and I can end stipend you until you get that Job. Oh I am so dreadfully sorry. You are really good at what you do and... Never mind. Let me get you that drink." I stand up and turn toward the door to go in 

PHIL: I put my hand out to stop you, placing it on your arm. This has hit me as a shock even though I'd feared as much when coming here today. "But ma'am, please, I can't just leave here, I mean, I can't just go and work somewhere else, there must be another way, please ma'am, this job means so much to me" 

EMILY: "I guess I could talk to my husband. Maybe you should also too. I know you do a wonderful job, but one garden is the same as the next why this one in particular?" 

PHIL: "ma'am... it isn't the money. I know I could easily get a job somewhere else, well.. This is hard for me too ma'am, can we sit down?" 

EMILY: I seem to have gotten a little angry, but now I see that this isn't about the money for you I think that maybe there was something behind that kiss we had yesterday. "Yes." 

PHIL: you sit down and put the book to one side as I sit beside you. "Well, ma'am... it's you." Now I've said it the truth doesn't scare me as much and I reach out to take your dainty hands in my bigger ones. I look at your face, watching your eyes as I try and confess my jumble of feelings to you. "The truth is that this garden was just like the next garden for a very long time ma'am but recently.. Well ever since you've been taking the time to talk to me, and.. You've noticed it yourself, we've been getting maybe closer than we should be. I don't want to let that go. This isn't just a job any more. My heart sings every day I come here now ma'am, to see you, to hopefully glimpse you watching me working, and have one of our chats, I've worked a long while in this business and most ladies and lords treat their labourers like trash, but you are special ma'am... you think I walked the whole way here today because I need the cash? It was to see you ma'am... I think... well..." I watch your eyes and I trail off seeing little reaction 

EMILY: I feel a huge rush of excitement as I feel humbled by your wonderful complements and overjoyed that not only you are touching me but that you feel the same as I do. I reach up to your face and gracefully move it under your chin and around to your cheek as I do so my other hand falls to my lap taking your hand with it and without knowing it I have rested your hand between my legs. As well I have leaned over and planted a kiss on your other cheek. As I sit back a large smile spreads across my face and my cheeks grow rosy although I appear warm I have shivers all over my body and my nipples harden again, but this time I don't try to hide them. "I was actually disappointed that you wouldn't come today. I actually so longed to see you. Well quite in hopes that we could be together like this." 

PHIL: I make no move to take my hand away from in your lap and my eyes light up. I realise you're not going to just stand up and order me to leave this manor and never ever come back. "Well you see ma'am, that kiss yesterday, it made me crazy for you, I've been thinking about you every minute since then and that's why I had to come today." In the knowledge that your husband wants to fire me anyway I feel braver and slowly but definitely move my face forward as I did the day before. To try and brush my lips against your soft moist ones, to again feel that feeling from yesterday which so sticks in my mind 

EMILY: This time there is no fear of being caught and I slide my head over to yours allowing my lips to touch yours. I feel as if I was touching the softness of ice-cream and the touch makes me colder. I shudder a bit and reached forward placing my hand just on your pants zipper. Realizing what I have done I pull my lips away before I allow my tongue to escape and I pull my hands away although your one hand still rests right between my legs. "I am sorry... I didn't mean to touch you there... I mean... 

PHIL: my heart leaps as I feel your fleeting touch on my rapidly growing cock. "Please.. ma'am, it's ok" I tell you as I move my hand along your leg, over your pretty summer dress to your knee, having reached the end of the material I retrace my path with my hand, though this time making it underneath the soft fabric, on your warm bare leg. I move my face to yours again, this time having lost most of the shyness of our first kiss, this time making it hard and meaningful 

EMILY: My mouth forms to yours and the feeling of your tongue is so magnificent, but I am also forming my mouth in some sensual sighs as I feel you sliding your rough hand up my leg to my pussy. I place my hand back on your cock and begin to massage it through the material. All the anticipation and anxiety that I may have to let you go, that maybe you didn't feel the same for me has added to my excitement and made me a bit hotter and a bit wetter. I pull my lips away for a brief moment. "Ahhh. Call me Emily." 

PHIL: "miss.... Emily?" 

EMILY: "Ohhhh. Yes" 

PHIL: My head is swimming with these quick new developments and my heart is beating loudly in my head as I still worry about your husband. "We might be seen out here mightn't me ma.... Emily?" 

EMILY: "Oh yes. I stand up feeling a little bolder I grab you by your trousers and undo the top button. Then I place a finger in the button hole and pull you gently into the house. We walk through an entry way into a side study. Light from the sun flies into the room creating a mystic lighting. One of adventure and exploration. There is a small couch in the room and a desk. I pull you into the room and shut the door behind you. I slide my lips to you one more time while I undo your zipper and massage your cock a bit more now with both of my hands still there is a barrier, although your trousers are loose they still sit there waiting expectantly, but not knowing exactly what to expect. 

PHIL: I feel much braver now being out of sight and being alone with you. I feel a huge sense of trust grow between us as you've allowed me through into the manor, over the threshold most of my kind daren't cross. My cock is now bulging and your hands feel amazing toying with me. Your face looks radiant in the sunlight streaming through the window and your eyes glint. I put my arms around you and reach my big hands down to massage your cute bottom, first through your dress, and then underneath, reaching into your panties and gently kneading your soft buttocks 

EMILY: I feel as if I am dancing and I slide my hands up your shirt gracing your muscles and chest. I slide your shirt off and see your wonderful body. I touch it and then pull on my dress lifting up above my hips and sliding it like a smoothly running gazelle up over my head. I stand before you my breasts hanging magically and you notice I was not wearing a bra, but stand before you in only a pair of panties. I slide my hands into your trousers massaging your butt and sliding your trousers down. As they fall I slide my hands back up your legs over your very swollen cock and up your muscles to your lips where I run a finger over them only to be replaced by my lips as my breasts rest against your chest. This touch has created more excitement in me and my nipples stand hard against your warm body. 

PHIL: I love feeling your nakedness against me and my cock is standing to attention housed in my boxers. I push them down my legs quickly and then grasp you in my strong arms. My hands now roaming free over your warm skin, moist from the heat of the day. My large fingers running up your spine and my firm palms sliding around your ample hips. I desperately push at your panties to help them fall to your ankles, wanting your wonderful naked body with me in the sunlight 

EMILY: Our bodies now stand naked and I throw my head back as I feel your hand run along my spine. My pussy is wetter than ever against your hard cock and I turn around placing me between you and the wall. I arch my back as I pull onto you and want to feel your cock inside me. 

PHIL: My cock nudges easily at your soaking entrance and as I see you bend over I place my hands on your hips and eagerly drive myself into you. I hear you exhale loudly and moan as you feel me penetrate you, making your submission ultimate and starting to take you. I can only answer with a sighed "hmmm Emily". I look down and watch my thick mushroom head disappear into your tight tunnel and feel your inviting pussy grip every inch of me as I drive myself to the hilt inside you 

EMILY: I feel so excited and feel I could be a very bad girl with you. You are so strong and your cock is all I want now. You didn't think that such a respected woman could be so daredevil, but I push you away only for a moment while I rub my hand over my breasts. I slide my body down the wall and slide back up. I walk over to the couch and rest my hands on the side. I motion for you to come licking my lips and touching my nipples. As you approach I grab your hands and place them on my breasts then I lean slightly forward and say, "Come on baby, I want you." 

PHIL: your voice is sultry and your eyes burn with desire. My cock twitches as I see your mask slip away and see the real Lady Emily. I kneel down before you and twist your nipples gently in my skilled fingers. I see you softly suck on your bottom lip as you feel your body send shivers through you. I lower your head and start to devour your firm full tits. My moist cock still throbbing and my hands roaming over your stomach and thumb toying eagerly with your swollen clit, running in wet circles around and over it 

EMILY: I am almost biting my lower lip as I scream in ecstasy. Yes Yes. Oh baby Ahhhh.. I don't know what to do except enjoy this moment and I do 

PHIL: I can't take my mouth from your body, I love tasting every inch of you, I drive a wet path down your stomach, playfully licking your naval. You know my target though and move your ass forward on the couch to let me easily lick the tops of your thighs and drive my tongue satisfyingly into you 

EMILY: I am crazy about you and don't want you to stop. I want to feel you hold me. I want your rough hands on my body 

PHIL: I feel you spread your legs wider and push your hips forward slightly to invite me in deeper so I oblige. Licking you wildly, up and down your lips and dipping inside to savour your salty taste. I've loved you for so long from afar and now I am given the chance to make you feel good I am doing my best to make sure you won't be unfulfilled 

EMILY: I sit enjoying this treat hoping that I don't disappoint you. I love the feeling of your tongue on my clit. I don't wish you to stop, but I want to treat you as well so I pull on you and stand up. I sit you down on the couch and I get on my knees noticing that your cock has been neglected 

PHIL: I stroke your gorgeously groomed hair as I feel your breath on my thighs, my cock pointing directly at its hopeful target of your mouth 

EMILY: I place my tongue on the top and slide it around and down. I then place my lips around the top and pulsate it with my lips. I then place my lips around the top of the shaft and do the same thing and as I slide my mouth down I squeeze the shaft. I place the whole thing in my mouth and squeeze it while I feel excited too. I'm playing with my pussy with one hand and your balls with the other while I suck harder back and forth on your cock. I feel some precum in my mouth and suck it off, licking my lips 

PHIL: hmm you look stunning down there with my cock disappearing and reappearing between your lips. My cock feels warm and thrills rush through it in your generous wet mouth 

EMILY: I stand and push you back laying you on the couch. "Ok baby now just relax." I straddle you and feel your cock slide once again inside. You hold onto my hips, I begin to move back and forth sliding your cock in and out and my breasts jump up and down. 

PHIL: my cock slides in easily and I love feeling you rise above me. I know that if we were found your husband would most probably shoot me rather than just fire me, but I've fallen for you too much to stop. I breathe hard as I aid you in burying my cock deep inside your tight wetness. You rise and fall above me, moaning loudly. I feel amazing being able to take you so deep, the barriers of our class broken down as we fuck wildly and unashamedly in your posh drawing room 

EMILY: my head falls back as I move quicker. I then lean my head forward and my breasts jump against your chest touching gently as I move even harder, your cock entering faster and faster and my pussy grabbing it as it goes in and out. I forget who I am and let the bad girl come out. "Oh yes fuck me harder." 

PHIL: "hmm fuck yes Emily, wow yes that's so good. I love fucking you so deep, you're so gorgeous... fuck yes really ride my cock, take it inside your pussy just how you like it baby. This is so much better than the usual work I do here. Oooh yes" 

EMILY: I reach my height and cum uncontrollably all over your cock 

PHIL: hmm I hear your moans steadily rise in pitch and volume and feel my balls tighten up as they ready to shoot my load into your welcoming depths 

EMILY: and my moans slow down as do my pulsations on your body 

PHIL: I can't take it any more as your pussy continues to grip me with ever increasing thrusts. Hmm I hold myself deep inside you as I feel you falling from the heights of orgasm and mine engulfs me 

EMILY: I see your expression and feel your liquid shoot into me. "Ahhhhhhhh, Ohhhh baby."Sweat is rolling down my body over my nipples and onto your body 

PHIL: hmm our movements steadily slow down and I look up at you, exhausted and loving 

EMILY: I feel your cock draw from me and I kneel back allowing you to sit also before me. I kiss your lips 

PHIL: my hands grip your shoulders as our lips part, I see the face of my boss and my dream before me. "Whatever happens to me ma'am I'll never forget this afternoon" 

EMILY: Just then we hear the front door open and my husband's voice, "Honey! Honey where are you?" You seem to panic, but I kiss your lips again. We must have not heard the car. I stand up and walk over to the door. I open it slightly and yell out. "I am in my study honey. I will be out soon just writing a letter." "Ok deer I will be in the living room." I turn and shut the door. I walk over to you and lean down to kiss you one last time for today. I whisper to you "do you think you could come by tomorrow, my husband has another meeting and there are many other rooms in this house that we have yet to explore. I will tell my husband that you had stopped by, I had fired you and that was that. Does this sound ok for you." I stand up before you my body still breathing a little heavily from the experience and my breast rising up and down. You can tell that maybe my pussy is getting wet again as I look at you with a smirk. 

PHIL: I can't help but smirk back. "Hmm I think that would be perfect" I whisper back. 

EMILY: Good. I come towards you and as you sit on this little couch I straddle you my pussy resting gently against your cock and my lips brushing yours 

EMILY: my tongue comes out and rubs all over your lips only to kiss them again 

PHIL: I kiss you back and my mind is sated with the thoughts of being able to see you again, that you feel the same and of all of our naughty adventures to come 



Emily Ch. 03



"Oh, sweetheart!" Gina came from the chair and lay beside Emily, cuddling the girl close, rocking her slightly from side to side as she came to terms with her feelings.

After a few minutes of silence Emily looked up at Gina and smiled. "Phew!" She said. "Now that was good!"

Gina couldn't avoid giggling at Emily's understatement. 'Good?' She thought to herself, 'Good? It nearly blew her fucking head off and she just says good!'

Emily stirred, raising herself onto her elbows and looking down her own length to where the vibrator lay between her legs. "Next time I want to try it going in and out!" She looked at Gina for understanding. "As if it was fucking me properly."

Gina understood, but only partly. "If you want to try being fucked, why don't you get a man?"

"I'm not ready yet. I don't trust men to stop if it starts to hurt me."

"But it won't, darling, you know it won't. You've just had that vibe right inside you, and that's bigger and harder than most men, whatever they tell you!"

"I know that but I'm still frightened of being hurt inside." Emily could tell that Gina didn't really understand. She sighed and tried again. "I know I can handle something inside me now, but I'm not certain if I can stand being fucked and I need someone who would fuck me very slowly and gently until I was sure."

Gina looked anew at Emily, comprehension dawning at last. "You want to fuck, to see if you can, but daren't in case you can't?"

"That's pretty much it." Emily kissed Gina's shoulder. "I wish you were a man, I'd let you fuck me. I could trust you!"

"Even with the curtains open?" Gina deliberately made light of Emily's remark, knowing how much she regretted the impossibility.

"With the whole site watching if you like." Emily meant what she said.

"Mmmmm, nice thought." Gina felt her heart skip at the thought. She still liked performing to an audience.

Emily drew Gina to her, rolling onto her back in the process so that Gina ended lying on top, their bodies pressed close together. Then she pulled Gina's head down and kissed her, deeply and passionately, while at the same time opening her legs and wrapping them around Gina's waist. Her fantasy was only too obvious and Gina moaned quietly at the thought.

Suddenly something at the back of Gina's mind clicked into place and she scrambled free of Emily's embrace. "Wait, we can do it!" She said and was gone out of the door.

Once again Emily heard muted rummaging, and then an extended silence. But, just as she was wondering what had happened, Gina came back into the bedroom. Emily's eyes widened with surprise as her gaze wandered over Gina's naked body. Gina was now sporting a large thick cock. 

"I'd forgotten about this," Gina explained. "Maurice and I bought it a couple of years ago when he was having a spot of erection trouble. The idea was that he would use it to satisfy me when he couldn't get it up, but his problem seemed to solve itself and we only used it a few times. It's good though!"

"Oh my God, It's big, isn't it?" 

"But not too big. I've had it inside me and it fits beautifully. It had to be fairly large, 'cos his cock was supposed to go inside it and he's quite a big fella!"

Gina looked down at Emily, who was looking excited but worried. "Well, are you game?"

Emily hesitated. "On two conditions."

"And they are?"

"That you promise to go very, very carefully, and that I can use it on you another time."

"The first one goes without saying, and... come to think of it, so does the second."

Emily lat back on the bed and opened her legs, her pussy glistening wet and ready. "Will you talk dirty while you fuck me!" She asked.

"You mean you want me to tell you that I'm gong to push this big cock right up your cunt and fuck you till you cum?" Gina clambered onto the bed and settled between Emily's legs, the tip of the dildo resting just at the entrance to Emily's pussy.

"Yes, talk like that, and now fuck me." Emily was gasping with sudden arousal. She had no idea why she suddenly needed Gina to talk that way, but it was turning her on greatly.

"Ok, is your cunt ready?" Emily nodded in answer and closed her eyes, waiting for the penetration.

Feeling down Gina guided the first inch or so of the strap-on into Emily with her hand, and then pushed steadily and slowly with her hips. The 'cock' disappeared into Emily's body and the girl groaned as it slid home.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to push this thing in and out of your hole until you either cum or burst." Gina began thrusting, the unfamiliar and unnatural movements coming surprisingly easy. Emily's arms and legs wrapped themselves tightly around Gina as she gave herself entirely to be fucked. Slowly Gina picked up speed, taking it a bit at a time until finally she was hammering at Emily just as hard as she could. 

Although the dildo was not entering Gina at all, the erotic knowledge of what she was doing to Emily combined with the rhythmic pressure of the strap-on base against her pubic bone was beginning to have an effect. It was making her as horny as sin.

"I like fucking you. Do you like being fucked by me? Do you like my cock buried inside you, ramming in and out of your cunt?" Strange words to issue from a woman's mouth, but somehow neither thought them out of place.

Emily's nails began to bite into Gina's back and her heels beat a tattoo against her pounding buttocks. Emily was being fucked for the first time and loving it. She knew now that she could have sex, she could take a cock, she could be fucked without the pain she dreaded. The fact that the cock was strapped to a woman made no difference to her at all, as far as Emily was concerned she was being fucked by someone who cared, someone intent on her pleasure. The experience was mind-blowing and her orgasm was coming closer.

Gina recognized the signs of Emily's arousal, for they mirrored her own, and put her mouth against Emily's ear.

"You're going to cum soon, aren't you?" She felt Emily nod. "You're going to cum with my hard cock inside you, aren't you?" Another nod. "You're going to scream with pleasure, and beg me to fuck you again, aren't you?"

This time the answer was a panting "Yes!"

"Tell me!" 

"I'm going to beg you to do it to me again, and again." Emily was on the verge and the words came out stilted and tight.

"Tell me you how want me to fuck your cunt!" Gina was pushing Emily's limits, but this time Emily responded.

"I'm going to want you to slam it into me." Emily's liking for dirty talk was realised at last and her inhibitions vanished. "Shove it right up my cunt, fuck my cunt hard, make me cum hard, and make me get wet and ....!" Emily couldn't finish for at that moment a gigantic orgasm ripped through her ands her words were reduced to a single long incoherent screech.

That did it for Gina, she too fell over the cliff, her own orgasm erupting inside her and forcing her mouth to let loose a wail of pleasure. Then, much as she tried to maintain her rhythm, she found her muscles out of control and she was just trying to force the dildo deeper and deeper into Emily's pussy, with no withdrawal between plunges. In the end Gina's climax died away and she collapsed on top of Emily, understanding now why men cannot 'keep the beat' right to the end.

Both women lay in a panting heap for a little while, until Gina began to lift her weight from Emily, pulling the dildo from her pussy at the same time.

"Oh, no. Put it back, please darling. It feels so good."

Gina smiled to herself, recalling using much the same words to Maurice on similar occasions. She shook her head sadly and rolled onto her back, her leg muscles trembling from their exertions and simply unable to support her body. The dildo, not subject to the same natural laws, pointed defiantly skywards.

Emily rolled on her side to face Gina, propping her head on her hand. "Why did I wait till now?"

Gina looked at her questioningly.

"Why did I wait to be fucked? I never thought it could be so good to have something going in and out like that. Is it as good with a man's cock?" 

"Now that's something you must decide for yourself." Gina felt slightly jealous, torn between the possibility of losing her lover and misinforming her. But remember, a dildo can't cum inside you and it's beautiful to feel a man shoot his load up you." 

"I'm going to have to find that out, aren't I?" Gina didn't reply, so Emily continued. "But right now I want that thing back inside me."

"Darling, I'm knackered." Gina was still recovering from the first time.

"That's ok, I'm not." Emily got to her knees, straddled Gina, and started to lower herself onto the dildo, holding it steady with her hand.

"Take it easy on a poor old woman." Gina watched Emily take up the 'girl on top' position above her quite naturally and marvelled at how unselfconscious this young black girl had become.

Emily settled down onto the dildo, accommodating its solid length with just a little wriggle of her bottom to get comfortable. "Tell me what we're going to do when we go out."

"Go out?" Gina adjusted her own position to take Emily's weight more easily before asking. "Go out where?"

"You know, down the riverbank."

"Oohh! Sorry, I didn't know what you meant for a moment." Gina closed her eyes at the pleasant sensation of sitting on her, locked in place by a plastic cock. Then. "Well, we're going to put on a show, aren't we?"

"Tell me how it will happen." Emily was sliding very slowly and sensuously up and down the dildo.

Gina could feel Emily getting horny at the thought and that was in itself turning her on. "We're going to lie on the bank so that people passing can see up our skirts and see us play with ourselves, and maybe even with each other. And we're going to let anybody who wants to watch get a really good view."

"A really good view of what?"

"Of everything we've got and everything we do."

"Tell me properly, I want to hear you say sexy things and use naughty words."

Now Gina understood. Emily knew exactly what they were planning; she just wanted to talk dirty. "We're going to let strangers look at our cunts. We're going to stick our fingers up ourselves while people watch."

"Yes! And what else?"

"We'll spread our cunt lips so that anyone can see our clits. Then we'll rub our clits until we cum. All the time letting strangers see us."

"Oh Yes! And do think they would want to see our tits?"

"They might do, so we'll let them, shall we?"

"Yes! We'll show them our tits and show them our cunts." Emily breathing was getting heavy.

Gina lay under Emily looking up at her heavy brown breasts bouncing as Emily impaled herself on the strap on. She found the beautiful globes impossible to resist and reached up to fondle them, pinching Emily's dark nipples between finger and thumb. For a moment or two Emily closed her eyes and allowed Gina to touch her, but then she grasped Gina's wrists and forced her hands away.

"No. You have to be like the people on the river side. You can look, but you can't touch!" Emily was surprisingly strong and she pushed Gina's arms back, still holding her wrists, so that they were flat on the bed above her head and Emily was leaning over Gina's face with her breasts swinging just out of reach as Emily continued to ride the strap-on.

Emily looked down at Gina, lust strong in her eyes. "Do you want to touch me when we display? 

Before Gina could answer Emily continued. "I think we should finger our cunts then suck each others fingers. Perhaps I'll even go down on you and lick your cunt out while people watch!" 

Emily was lost in a haze of lust, her voice just a series of gasps as she imagined her exhibitionist fantasies coming true. Gina was not far behind her, her own liking for sex talk being fanned by Emily's words.

"I'd like you to do that. And will you finger my arse as well?" Gina joined in again with a completely new suggestion.

Emily didn't seem fazed by Gina's request. "I'll stick my fingers wherever you want me to, my darling. As long as you do the same to me."

Emily was riding the strap-on hard now, still pinning Gina's wrists to the bed and still letting her breasts swing just above her lips. "Will you do anything I want you to?" 

Gina could only gasp. "Yes, anything, just ask me."

"I will, I'll want you to put your fingers up me when somebody's there, so they can see your white fingers going in and out of my black cunt." Emily's remark surprised Gina for a minute, until she realised that Emily had mentioned race because the contrast between the two skin colours would enhance any spectator's view. Although they were both aware of it, their racial difference had never been an issue, and each saw the other simply as an attractive woman.

"And the other way around." Gina pointed out, wanting to get her share of the proposed fun.

"Yes, don't worry, I'll finger you as well." Emily lowered her breasts so that her nipple just brushed Gina's lips. Emily smiled wickedly and Gina realised just how much her former protégé had assumed control. The black girl was naturally dominant, she realised, it had been her upbringing that had kept the inclination suppressed. Having got over her fear of penetration Emily had blossomed into a very sexual being. 

Emily was now sliding forward and back instead of up and down, using the movement to tease Gina's lips by dragging her nipple over them, lifting a little if Gina tried to kiss or suck her. She was feeling indescribably horny and incredibly liberated, as well as deliciously wicked. Teasing Gina was just a symptom of her new found freedom, until she eventually gave in and let her nipple be caught between Gina's teeth. 

Gina promptly got her own back for Emily's earlier play bite by biting back. Emily didn't care. It hurt alright, but it was nice as well, and she was open to anything. She had spent most of the past three years believing herself a sexual cripple, unable, mentally or physically, to cope with penetration and assuming she would only subject herself to sex if her eventual husband required offspring. Now she knew that not only could she 'do' sex, but she loved it and felt absolutely at ease with it. If it felt good, she would do it, what anybody else thought was their problem. She pushed herself hard onto the strap-on as she approached her climax, grinding herself against Gina's pubes as she did so and loving every liberated moment of it. 

With her arms still held back and only her mouth able to make any contribution to the action, Gina was almost a spectator. But right now that was pretty much what she wanted to be. In the short time they had known each other she had never seen Emily so aroused, and it was magical to know she had been party to her transformation. She could feel the slipperiness of the girl's wetness on her pubes, the wetness juices having run from her pussy to flow over the base of the strap-on and onto her own skin. She took Emily's nipple between her teeth, gripping hard and holding it still, so that the girls own back and forth movements stretched and pulled at it. Emily was whimpering with painful happiness as her orgasm loomed.

When Emily did cum she pushed back on the dildo so hard that Gina's pubes were bruised. It was a shattering climax, rolling from deep within her to engulf her entire being. She called out; unintelligible noises that she thought were words, pressing herself against Gina, trying to mould her own body with that of her partner, skin on skin. Then, as more waves of pleasure swept through her, she pulled herself upright, dragging her nipple from Gina's jaws, hurting herself deliberately on Gina's sharp teeth. Through all of it she held Gina pinned firmly to the bed, taking her pleasure with or without her partner's assistance or even her consent.

Afterwards they rolled apart, this time it was Emily panting and gasping and with shaky limbs, and for a little while the lay silent, until Emily looked at Gina with a worried frown on her face.

"Please say you haven't fallen out with me." She said, her new found confidence temporarily absent.

"You must be joking!" Gina looked at her incredulously. "After today I think I could love you!"

"But I've taken so much pleasure and given none back. I am sorry and I will make it up to you."

"You don't need to be sorry, it gave me pleasure to see you enjoying everything, and you don't need to make anything up to me - though if you want to try things the other want around sometime I won't refuse!" 

"Are you sure?"

"Oh yes. On both counts."

"Good." Once again Emily demonstrated her ability to digest comments and then accept them and move on.

"Do you really want me to finger your arse?" 

Gina had almost forgotten her unusual request, but obviously Emily hadn't. "Yes, but only if you want to."

"I do, it sounds good. Now, when do you think we can make a trip to the river?"



Emily Ch. 04



Emily knocked lightly on the door of Gina's chalet and waited. She had called 'on spec' after seeing Maurice, Gina's husband, go to work, hoping to catch Gina at home and feeling as randy as she did. Gina was a woman sixteen years older than Emily, a tall blonde with legs to die for and skin like velvet. Emily was black, twenty years old, several inches shorter than Gina, fuller figured, and very inexperienced. Somehow the pair had overcome their differences of age, race and culture and become firm friends and lesbian lovers, the friendship as important as the sex.

After a minute or so, puzzled that her knock had been ignored, Emily turned the handle experimentally and, finding it unlocked, pushed the door open a little way and peered in.

"Anybody home?" Her cheery Jamaican voice had a nervous note behind its usual happy tone.

"Sorry sweetheart, come in, I'm in the bedroom." Gina's voice sounded quieter than usual.

At least she's in the bedroom, and that's promising, thought Emily, slipping through the door and closing it behind her. She padded along the corridor and into the bedroom, where Gina lay on the bed in jeans and a sweatshirt.

"You're early. I wasn't expecting to see you till this afternoon. I thought you were working this morning." Gina's smile of welcome was not very enthusiastic and alarm bells began to ring in Emily's head.

"Sue asked me to swap shifts with her, so I'm free today." Emily paused. "And I thought maybe you were, and might like a little company?" She paused again to let the real meaning of 'company' to register, and when it clearly didn't. "But you look a bit stressed, shall I come back?"

"No, please stay. I need to talk to you anyway." Gina looked like the bearer of bad tidings. 

"That bad, huh?" Emily's heart began to pound.

"No, no, nothing horrendous. But we do have a problem. I'll explain, but give me a hug first." Gina held her arms out to Emily, who lay down beside her friend and hugged her, the white woman and black girl in a close embrace.

"Do you remember last night?" Began Gina. "When I was making love to you with that dildo?"

Emily nodded, smiling. It was not something that she was ever likely to forget.

"And do you remember we'd said we hope somebody looks in?"

"Yes." Being watched was a turn on for both women. Their mutual liking for exhibitionism was what had brought them together in the first place.

"Well, somebody did!" Gina stopped, took a breath and then carried on. "And it was Maurice!" 

Emily felt herself go cold. Oh No! Now what? What would her husband do now that he knew of their relationship?

"Oh my God, how do you know?"

"He told me just before he went to work a little while ago. Apparently he finished early and looked in hoping to surprise me, and saw me doing it to you. He said he stood and watched until you came, then he went to the bar until his normal finishing time." Gina hesitated. "He also said it turned him on like mad - and I believe that because he fucked me really hard when he got home last night."

"So what happens now? Is it going to cause your marriage problems? Does it mean we can't meet?" 

The questions tumbled from Emily's lips as she tried to come to terms with the news. Her mind was in turmoil. Part of her was thrilled to have been seen in a sexual context, but mostly she was worried for her friend and for their newfound relationship.

"It won't cause any problems between me and Maurice. He's given me an ultimatum, but he doesn't mean it. And even if he did it's one that we could go along with anyway, if we had to."

"What sort of ultimatum?"

"Silly as it may seem, he wants to watch us again, but in the same room. And he says that if I can't persuade you to go along with it he'll stop me from seeing you, and if I don't, he'll leave me."

"But... I don't understand. We want to be watched." Emily began to stroke Gina's upper arm, trying to convey that it was no difficulty for her.

"I know. That's what I mean; it's something we could easily do. He knows I don't mind him watching me, but he doesn't know that you fancy being watched as well. And in any case, he's only trying to get a ringside seat for a bit of lesbian action, as he sees it. He won't leave me, I know that."

"As long as you're certain of that where's the problem?" Emily was puzzled at Gina's reluctance.

"Well, I don't want you to be forced into anything for my sake, even if you think you want it. And then.... " Gina paused. "Well, he wants to wank while we play!"

"Ok, so I get to see a man wank, big deal."

"No, you don't understand, he wants to shoot his load over us while we make love."

Emily stopped stroking Gina's arm, suddenly deep in thought. "Oh!" Then she looked at Gina.

"Ok. Yes, ok, I can handle that, but on one condition. You must get him to promise, absolutely promise, not to shoot anywhere near my pussy. I don't want to get pregnant."

"That can't happen. He's had the snip, so he can't make any woman pregnant."

Emily looked for clarification. "Had the snip?"

"He had a vasectomy about six years ago." Gina explained the 'snip'.

"Then that's ok. Yes, let's do it!" Emily's face wore her big smile again.

"What happens if he gets carried away and wants to join in?" Gina put up an obvious possibility.

"We'd have to tackle that if it happened. But he can't do anything like that without jeopardising what he thinks is his hold over you, can he? Because if he touches me, he's cheating on you!"

"True!" Gina looked thoughtful but relieved.

"But I definitely want us to do it, just for the fun of it."

"Then can you come back tonight? After he gets home at nine-ish?" Now Gina was smiling as well.

"Certainly can. What does he want to see?"

"Everything, absolutely everything! He wants to see us both naked. He wants to watch us masturbate, and then watch us do everything we do with each other. Are you sure you can cope with that?"

"Absolutely. And I'll pretend to be ever so nervous and shy when we start, as if you had to really talk me into it."

"Thank you darling, I'm so sorry this has happened." Gina reached over and stroked Emily's cheek.

"No problem. Let's give him a show to remember!"

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Emily watched that evening for Maurice returning home, slipping from her chalet and walking across about fifteen minutes later. It was nine-o-clock almost to the minute.

When she reached Gina's door she paused, not from nerves, but because she needed to control her excited breathing. She had thought about tonight all afternoon, getting hornier and hornier and her fantasies getting wilder and wilder. Eventually she had gone into her own bedroom and brought herself off, just to take the edge off her desires.

Now, with everything under control she tapped on the door. Gina answered within seconds, as if she had been waiting for the knock.

"Hello sweetheart, thank you for coming. I hope you won't regret it!" Gina spoke very quietly, almost a whisper.

"Don't you dare say it's off? I'm so hot just thinking about it that I could do just about anything with anybody, so please let's do it." Emily's voice was also kept low.

"No, it's not off. It's just Maurice wanting to do everything his way."

Emily raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Come on, lets go in, and I'll introduce you to 'his lordship'." The sarcasm was heavy in Gina's words, as she turned and led Emily into the lounge.

Maurice turned out to be better looking than Emily had thought from long range. He was about Gina's age, stood a slender 6ft tall, had dark wavy hair, clear blue eyes, and a square jaw on a determined looking face. His only disagreeable feature was his heavy caterpillar eyebrows that made his stare into a glower.

"You must be the slut I saw with a dildo up her cunt last night!" The crude greeting shook Emily, who blushed and stared at the carpet, her intention to feign nervousness now made unnecessary by his aggressive tone.

"Mo, that's not fair. Don't be so nasty." Gina came to Emily's aid.

"I should know you'd back your lesbian lover. Now, let me tell you both this. If you want to see each other again, you'd better make it good tonight."

"Oh, shut up Mo. You know damn well you don't mean half of what you say!"

Emily was trembling, listening to the exchange between husband and wife and knowing she was the cause made her anxious for Gina's sake.

Maurice noticeably failed to contradict Gina's assertion. "Go into the bedroom, you two, and take your clothes off. I'll be there in a minute."

Gina looked at Emily and winked. "It'll be alright." She stage whispered. "He's just trying to show who he thinks is boss." She took Emily's hand and led her into the bedroom.

"Are you alright?" Gina looked anxiously at Emily. "Do you still want to do this?" She tossed her head towards the door, "Don't worry about him, he's all mouth."

Emily squared her mental shoulders; she was not going to be browbeaten out of her bond with Gina. And, anyway, the touch of Gina's hand on hers had rekindled the flames that Maurice's crudity had temporarily dowsed. "Oh, yes! More than ever now!" 

"Good girl, so do I!" They kissed briefly then undressed quickly and lay on the bed side by side, legs together and arms ramrod straight by their sides as if in imitation of toy soldiers. They grinned at each other in anticipation of Maurice's reaction to their pose, and waited his grand entrance.

Maurice entered as they had expected, throwing open the door to reveal himself totally naked and erect, pausing in the doorway for effect. When he received none he came into the bedroom, placed Gina's 'toy box' and the strap-on dildo on the bedside table, and went to sit in the chair opposite, his cock bouncing as he strode around the bedroom.

It must be said that Emily was impressed with its size. Having never seen an erect male cock before and having already been told by Gina that he was quite well endowed, she was interested to see what he possessed. It would, she thought to herself lewdly 'make quite a cunt full'.

The lack of clothes had brought them all to the same level and Maurice had lost much of his bluster, though he still wanted to be in command, and his tone was much more conciliatory as he asked. "How did this thing between you two start?"

It was Gina who responded. "I was frigging myself off in the lounge, but I'd not drawn the curtains and Emily saw me from her chalet." She looked at her husband who waited for her to continue. "Then we met and talked about it, and eventually we started to watch each other. That led to other things and we got together properly!"

He looked at Emily. "Is that right?" Emily nodded, genuinely feeling shy.

He turned back to Gina. "Then you'd better start tonight. Show us what your little friend saw."

Slowly Gina spread her legs to her husbands gaze, feeling unnaturally reticent with Emily present, then reached down with her hand and began to gently stroke her pussy. Emily felt the soft rhythmical movements through the bed, and her own pussy began to moisten once more. 

Maurice sat with his eyes fixed on his wife's fingers, his own hand migrating unbidden to his cock where he began to slowly stroke the shaft, the action intended more to reinforce his arousal with the pleasant sensation than to cause him to cum. 

Gina's breathing began to deepen slightly and her free hand found Emily's, gripping the fingers and squeezing slightly, seeking contact as excitement took hold. Emily squeezed back gently, hiding the touch behind Gina's raised thigh, not wanting Maurice to see their subtle intimacy. Gina moaned quietly and rubbed her clitoris, taking pleasure from Emily's presence as much as Maurice's inspection.

"Is that what you saw?" Maurice's question was aimed at Emily. She nodded, averting her eyes.

"And did it turn you on?" Emily nodded again.

"And is it turning you on now?" His voice was slightly breathless as he asked intentionally personal questions. Emily turned her face away, but nodded again, her shyness part real, part exaggeration.

"Answer me!" 

"Yes!" Emily turned to look directly and defiantly at Maurice as he pressed for a verbal response.

"Show me. Show me what you showed Gina."

Emily heart was pounding with excitement, now the moment had come when she could show off to a man and she was achingly ready for it, her excitement made all the more intense by Maurice's mistaken thought that he was making her do it against her will. Deliberately and slowly she parted her legs, making him wait to see her wet pussy, watching him as he instinctively leaned forward a little in his seat to gain a better view. 'Yes' she thought 'you think you're in control, but actually I am'. Now, with her legs wide she hooked her thigh over Gina's to open them even further and used her fingers to part her labia and display her clitoris and vagina to Maurice's hungry eyes. 

"Now wank yourself off!" He commanded her, again ordering her to do exactly what she wanted to do anyway.

Feigning reluctance Emily placed two fingers against the tip of her clit and remained motionless, fighting her instincts in order to bring a response from Maurice.

"Go on, do it, make yourself cum!" He repeated his instruction, his own hand speeding up its effort on his shaft. "You as well Gina, I want you both to cum together."

The two women now lay side by side, their nearest hands with fingers interlaced, their legs interlocked, and their other hands working steadily on their clits. For Maurice the vision was a dream come true and he began to wank in earnest, darting glances at the women's faces to make sure they were watching him wank but otherwise scrutinising the two pussies displayed before him.

It was Emily who came first, thwarting Maurice's wish for a simultaneous orgasm. She was unable to control her excitement at the situation and she was soon gripping Gina's hand tight while her hips danced upon the bed and her fingers flew across her clit, pressing hard against it to maximise her orgasm. She screwed up her face as her powerful first climax struck, her keening wail forced from between clenched teeth by the strength of her pleasure.

When her orgasm was over and she had flopped back upon the bed, gasping and panting, Emily looked at Maurice. He looked back at her and, to her great surprise, he shifted his grip on his cock to give her a better view and cupped his balls to her with his other hand. Emily watched his hand sliding up and down the length of his cock and wondered what it would be like if it were her hand, or perhaps her pussy, travelling along his shaft, or maybe even her mouth. But whichever she used, Emily had a distinct and powerful urge to feel Maurice's cock in contact with her somewhere.

Surprised at her own thoughts and by the fact that she still felt as horny as hell, Emily turned her head away to break the spell and to watch Gina, who was grunting and twisting under the influence of her own impending orgasm. Though she left her legs still wide open and her pussy on show to Maurice, it was watching her friend and lover playing with herself that once again gave her the biggest thrill.

"Fuck her!" Maurice's order cut through Emily's thoughts and her head jerked around towards him. "Put that strap-on on and fuck my wife, just like you did last night."

Emily was about to point out that she hadn't fucked Gina that night or any other, but a sudden jolt of excitement at the prospect of doing what he would usually do made her change her mind. Instead she looked at Gina for permission.

Gina stopped her own play and nodded enthusiastically. "Yes please darling!"

It took Gina's help to get the strap-on fastened around her, but finally it was done and she looked down to see a large erect cock, incongruously white, sprouting from her pubic bone. Maurice watched proceedings with a lascivious grin on his face, eager to see his wife impaled on the false phallus.

Gina lay back and spread her legs to Emily, helping her clamber over her and settle herself between the opened thighs. Then she reached around her bottom and guided the tip of the dildo to her pussy. 

"Now, darling, now, fuck me. Push it right into my cunt. Make me squirm!" Gina knew that they all liked sexy talk and it seemed to her that the circumstances demanded more of it, even though she felt strangely reticent with both Emily and Maurice present.

Emily pushed tentatively, unsure where the dildo was headed, but as it sank with only a little resistance and Gina sighed happily, she knew she was doing it right and pushed a little more firmly.

"Oh my God, that's so fucking good. Now hold it right inside my cunt, just stay still for a minute. Let me get used to it." 

Gina didn't need to get used to it, she was hot and wet enough for it to slide in and out totally unimpeded, but she wanted time to appreciate the feel of Emily's body lying on hers. She could feel Emily's erect nipples pressing into her breasts and the firmness of the girls rounded thighs pushing her own legs apart. She wrapped her arms around Emily's back and kissed her full on the mouth, knowing full well that Maurice was watching them enjoy their lesbian kiss. She pressed her tongue between Emily's lips and deep into her mouth, feeling the wet warmth of Emily's own tongue against hers, the two snaking and sliding around each other, tasting and licking tongue on tongue. Then she heard Maurice start to grunt behind them and knew that he would not be long before he came. 

"Fuck me now darling; fuck me hard, as hard as you can. Fill my cunt."

Emily began to thrust, adjusting her position a little to give herself better purchase before pushing herself at Gina with all her strength, knowing without being told that the cock was being pushed deep into Gina's pussy and that the base would be pressing against Gina's clit, just as it was against hers when the roles had been reversed. Steadily she picked up her pace, increasing the speed of her thrusts without letting up on the power until she could feel the base of the strap-on banging hard against Gina's body, the shocks transmitting themselves through her own pubes to stimulate her clit. Gina's nails were digging into Emily's shoulders as she became hotter and hotter from the pounding of the dildo, and she was breathing heavily into Emily's ear, occasional words and phrases mixed with her breaths.

"Yes, harder" then, "Push it up me, right up!" and "Fuck my cunt, Em."

Behind them they could hear Maurice grunting louder and the noises of a hand slapping up and down a cock, closing in on a climax. Then they heard the sound of him pushing himself out of the chair, still wanking and still breathing in grunts and gasps. They heard him approach the bed and both of them knew instinctively what he was going to do. They held each other and continued to kiss and fuck as Gina's husband prepared to shoot his spunk all over the two of them. The whole scenario was highly stimulating and both women could feel their pussies reacting to the prospect.

Then there was a deep groan from just behind them and Emily felt hot splashes of cum rain down across her bottom and into her crack. This was another new experience to add to her collection this week, and one of the most intensely sexually stimulating yet. There was no way she could have felt Maurice's cum landing on her body without reacting, and the sensation made her slam herself against Gina, pushing madly into her cunt as the gouts of Maurice's spunk splattered across her behind. Gina climaxed from this assault, digging her nails into Emily's shoulders and biting on her neck from the intensity of it, her body tensed and rigid with pleasure. 

To Emily, the pain of Gina's nails simply gave her surrogate pleasure and the bite on her neck she would wear proudly until it faded. Meanwhile she hung on to Gina as the woman bucked and pushed beneath her in an attempt to take the dildo deeper, all the while feeling trickles of Maurice's cum running down her crack, guided by the leather strap of the dildo to run right over the puckered opening of her anus. The combination of all these sensations was so intensely erotic that a second orgasm erupted within her belly almost without warning. 




Emily Ch. 04







Emily Ch. 04



"Of course." He replied softly. 

She took a deep breath and began. "I wanted to explain why I abruptly changed the subject when You mentioned us being together last night. Please understand that there is nothing more that I would like than to be with You all the time. But, I know that You and I have had issues and problems with relationships in the past, otherwise we wouldn't be here together right now. I feel the same. Please understand that I could not bear it if our relationship would become stale and routine and leave either of us wanting more. With the relationship that we have, we see each other occasionally, keep in contact, and yet we still have the "edge" of the excitement between us. I would rather have a few stolen moments of incredible than a lifetime of not-so-special. I want You to realize that I do love you Brad, and I come to You with complete humility and offer myself to be Your submissive. Maybe someday, it will be right for us, but for now, I cannot." 

She expressed her thoughts to him calmly, but the large tears rolling silently down her cheeks betrayed her. Brad took her hand and kissed it, pulled her into his lap, and hugged her tightly. 

"Thank You for telling me that pet," he said to her and smiled, "Can we talk about this again sometime? And by the way, I guess we will have to live a lifetime in the time that we DO have together, huh?" 

She smiled back at Him, and brushed the tears from her face. Then she asked, "Are You hungry?" Brad/Master laughed out loud and hugged Emily tightly. 

"Yes! I'm starved!" He replied and rose to His feet. He pulled Emily up as well, and together they walked towards the hotel.

The hotel was serving an early brunch on the terrace near the beach and the aroma of food filled their nostrils as they approached. They were seated and both kept the conversation to a minimum as they sipped their juice and ate their breakfast. Neither wanted to mention their conversation nor the fact that they would be leaving very soon. They finished their breakfast and returned to their room in silence. 

Once inside, Emily told Master that she would pack their things; that He should read the morning paper on the balcony. He smiled, thanked her and did just that. Emily packed her own things quickly and efficiently and soon her bag was ready. Then she turned her task to Master's bag. She carefully removed the articles from the closet and drawers and placed them on the bed. Some of His things still smelled like Him. She wanted to touch as much of His things, and be close enough to him so that His scent would linger for a long time afterwards. As she lifted each of the items, she traced her fingers over it delicately, fondly remembering the events that occurred while he was wearing each piece. It wasn't until she touched His leather jacket that she became misty-eyed. She held the garment in her hands, then raised it to her nose and breathed inward. The jacket had the heady scent of leather, mixed with Master and faint traces of herself. She closed her eyes and breathed as silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

Master watched her from the doorway as she packed the last few items, but her reaction to the jacket caused Him to break the silence and He walked towards her. Without saying a word, He pulled her into His arms and held her close. She had to reach to her tip-toes to wrap her arms around His neck, and her pulled her very tightly to Him; one arm tightly around her waist and the other with his hand against the back of her head. He took that opportunity to breathe her in as well and He stroked and comforted her while her full out but silent crying shook her body from time to time. He savored the feel of her soft hair beneath His fingers and her warm soft body pressed to His. They stood there for several minutes until Master finally broke, "We had better get going pet, I don't want you to miss your flight." They both made a final sweep through the room to be certain they weren't forgetting anything, and they headed towards the elevator to leave. 

They stopped at the front desk to check out and inquire about the cab that Master had requested. "Your package was sent this morning, Sir." The desk clerk commented as Brad signed the paperwork. 

"Thank you," he replied and turned to Emily to leave. She looked at him puzzled, at which time he grinned and winked at her. She cast her eyes down and blushed deeply when she realized that he had sent the "toys" and other paraphernalia that had been accessories that weekend, to his own post office box, to be stored away later. She appreciated how discreet He was; He always thought of everything. They climbed in the cab and headed to the airport. The ride was silent. They held each other's hand while each looked out their prospective window; when one squeezed, the other squeezed back.

Once they arrived at the departure terminal, they checked the flight schedule. It appeared that the planes were on time, and Emily would be heading to her gate soon. Brad checked in as well, and then proceeded to walk Emily to her gate. They walked to the large windows opposite the boarding gate, as there was more privacy there. Emily stared out the window at the planes departing and landing and Brad turned her towards Him. He placed His fingers under her chin and she raised her eyes to gaze into His. 

"Does pet love her Master?" He asked with a devilish smile. 

"Yes, she does, very much…" she replied, smiling in return; her eyes were sparkling. 

With that, the boarding call came, and Emily's heart dropped. It felt as though it would fall from her chest. Brad cupped her face in His hands and kissed her deeply; she returned in kind. The kiss was the culmination of the weekend; the sum of all the pleasure they had given each other and all of their feelings, spoken and not. 

When it was time to go, Emily smiled and turned to Brad one last time, "Thank You for a wonderful weekend Master," she said quietly. 

"Thank YOU pet, and I will see you soon," he said with a wink and slapped her ass playfully. He watched her as she disappeared through the gate, turning for one final wave. He then turned and headed for his own gate, savoring the feel of her lips still lingering on his. 

As he passed the newsstand, his eye was caught by a travel magazine. He grinned as he bought the periodical and found a chair at the gate. He decided to start planning their next adventure… 



Emily Ch. 04



It's Saturday afternoon and I've just returned home from my morning workout. Sitting on the front deck sipping hot tea, I smile and watch through the trees as Emily's car turns into my driveway and makes it's way up the hill.

Emily pulls her car up close to the deck and cuts the engine. As she steps out of the car I shamelessly let my eyes drink in the sunlit beauty of her unclad form. The sway of her hips is mesmerizing. 

As previously instructed, she approaches my chair without a word and stops on a small Persian carpet placed about a meter from my feet. She pauses briefly and looks at the small backpack she carries before sinking to her knees. Leaning forward slowly, Emily places the bag on the deck between us and then adjusts her position. I watch as she spreads her knees as far apart as she can manage and then folds her arms behind her back.

I take a sip of tea and feel my already hard cock pulse against my belt and jeans. "I am truly blessed," I think and place the tea cup on the table next to me. I take a moment to ponder the divine creature kneeling before me in submission. 

Reaching out, I pull the offered backpack up to my lap and open it. The pack appears to contain everything that Emily had been instructed to bring. I take a moment to scan the laminated copy of her STD test results from a local health clinic before zipping the bag closed again. I had shown Emily my copy a few days earlier as an example of how it should be laminated and kept.

My eyes fall back to Emily and follow the graceful lines of her strong legs to the curve of her hip. Inhalation catches my eye and my sight travels across her abdomen and up to her chest, thrust forward. I smile at the thought of testing the sensitivity of the flesh being thrust forward in offering. Our eyes meet hungrily. I examine her inner thighs, spread wide and exposed for my benefit and pleasure. I imagine the slick heat that awaits.

Standing, I place the bag next to the teacup and walk to the center of the deck under the barren arbor's rafters.

"Come here," I say.

Emily stands and approaches. Her eyes had been fixed on me when she arrived. Now her eyes are fixed on the pair of leather suspension cuffs dangling before her.

"Reach up and slip your hands into the cuffs," I instruct.

The cuffs are level with her face. Emily takes a deep breath and reaches up, slipping her hands into the suspension cuffs.

I watch her face and command, "Fasten them."

Emily examines the cuffs for a moment. There is enough slack between them that she is able to tighten the first strap. It is then that she appears to notice that the fastening mechanism is a small metal loop through a hole that won't stay in place on its own. She looks puzzled. I reach up and hang a small padlock through the metal loop. Emily's eyes widen and I smile.

I place a second padlock in her hands and say, "Fasten the other one."

Emily pauses, staring at the padlock. Her mouth opens slightly and she looks nervous. Slowly she adjusts the strap on the second cuff. When the strap is in position, she slips the padlock through the loop. Her eyes are glued to the padlocks holding the straps tight to her wrists, but not as yet clicked shut.

I watch her reaction with delight, savoring this brief moment of delicious tension before saying, "Lock them."

Emily looks at me. I can see fear, but also desire. She looks at my smile, looks into my eyes and looks back up at the locks. Slowly, as if hypnotized, her hands move and I hear a single "click". Emily's mouth opens and she begins to breath more heavily. She stares at the single closed lock. She breathes. Her hands move again. She touches the closed lock. She fondles it - tugs on it lightly as if to prove to herself that it really is closed and secured. Her fingers wrap around the second lock. Emily takes a deep breath.

Click.

I walk to one of the arbor's uprights and unloop the static line from its cleat. I pull down a few inches and Emily's arms straighten over her head a bit more. Emily looks over at me startled, but remains silent. I retie the line to its cleat.

I watch as she pulls downward. She tucks her thumbs into her palm and tries to make her hand thin. She pulls again. The cuffs hold her fast.

I approach Emily from behind and press myself to her. My arms reach around and my hands cup her supple breasts from below, lifting them - supporting them. Emily moans quietly and presses her heavenly ass into my crotch. My lips trace the side of her neck and one hand caresses down. Down away from the erect nipple it had trapped briefly between fingers. Down across Emily's belly. Slower and slower it moves with fingers spreading wide until my hand pauses with the lowest fingers drifting lightly in the sea of pelvic motion. Her ass grinding torturously slow against my rigid cock, straining to be freed from the oppression of slacks. My fingers pressing lightly into the space between her navel and cunt. How is it possible that I actually feel the heat rising?

I whisper into her right ear, "Have you obeyed?"

Emily tries tipping her hips away from my cock attempting to cause my fingers to slip downward and moans, "Yes, Sir. I obeyed. I have not cum."

"Spread your legs," I whisper.

She complies immediately and shifts her feet and thighs apart. She surrounds one of my thighs with her own and presses back. My fingers brush down another inch, just to where I can feel her clitoral hood begin. Emily breathes heavily continuing her slow grind against my thigh.

I step back and Emily whines in protest. Picking up the spreader bar that I had placed nearby, I crouch by her feet and manipulate her ankles into the bar's cuffs. Click. Click. Secured, I walk around to face her and admire the beauty of her predicament.

Reaching around to the back of her head, I take a handful of hair and pull back lightly. Emily gasps. My other hand reaches down and continues from where it left off just below the navel and dips further downward making a slow circle about her clit. Emily gasps and shudders. My fingers continue further down to part, but not sink into, the wet cleft. Emily has her eyes closed and is biting her lip. Her cunt feels like hot butter under my fingers and I drag all the way to the far side and back up again to circle one more time about her clit. Emily's body is trembling.

"Have you ever been flogged or whipped?" I ask, releasing her hair and taking a step back.

"No, Sir," Emily pants in response.

I adjust the angle she stands at by a few small degrees and step around her back toward my chair and cup of tea. Emily faces directly down the driveway. The bend in the driveway prevents anyone from seeing directly up to where she stands, but she can look down through the trees and see the road clearly.

I pick up my cup and have a sip tea, leaving her to contemplate the vulnerability of her position. With her arms fully over her head and her ankles spread by a meter, anyone coming up the driveway would be looking right up into her bald cunt.

I pick up the riding crop that I had placed next to my chair and circle all the way around Emily so that she can see what I'm holding.

"You will count the blows," I instruct, "and say 'Thank You' after each one. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," Emily answers.

The crop traces the outline of her figure from under the arm down around the gorgeous curve of her ass. Slipping between her cheeks, I slowly slide the handle through her thighs so that it chafes the lips of her pussy. And finally, a light upward swing to one cheek.

"One!" Emily yelps and after a pause finishes with, "Thank you, Sir."

The blows come paced slowly, gradually increasing in force. At first her posture tightens in anticipation and jerks in response, but by the time we get to ten Emily is leaning into the blows and trying to stick her ass out. By the time we reach twenty Emily's voice has begun to take on a euphoric sound.

I unbind her ankles from the spreader bar, but her feet remain in position. I run my hand between her thighs and cup Emily's burning pussy. Her head jerks up and I hear her inhale sharply. My hand presses firmly and my palm rubs into her. Emily throws her head back and releases a loud, animalistic moan.

"Stand up straight, Slave," I command sternly and watch as she complies.

I lower Emily's arms slowly, watching to be sure that she has her balance. When the cuffs are level with her face, I unlock and release her wrists from their bondage.

My arms pull her in close and our lips come together. She emerges from her daze and our mouths meet to consume each other.

"Down," is all I say and Emily drops to her knees, hands behind her back. By the time she gets there I've somehow managed to be free of both shoes and pants. Emily's eyes are locked on my throbbing cock. I pull my top off over my head quickly. Emily looks up at me, her cheeks flush and her eyes glazed with lust. I can't hear or see anything except for the manifestation of divine beauty kneeling before me. Emily slowly opens her mouth, expecting to receive my cock.

I half kneel before her, give her shoulder a gentle push and say, "On your back."

She shifts and reclines back, her hands at her side. Emily raises and parts her knees. I feel my cock being drawn to her as if by gravity. Slowly I crawl forward through her knees. My hands walk until I have covered her, our eyes locking together. I lower my hips and grind, rubbing my rigid length through her hot seam. Emily throws her head back and makes a wild sound. I use one hand to guide the head of my cock to her gates. 

Emily looks at me through half closed eyes and begins to weep, "Please, Master, Please."

I watch tears slip free from her eyes and, barely in control myself, gently whisper, "You may cum."

She begins to say something, but my hips curl and my shaft penetrates Emily. Never have I felt such heat. I am in paradise. Emily's eyes open wide and her unspoken words transform into a loud exhalation. The second it takes to completely bury myself seems to be an eternity. There is nothing but this moment. Nothing but her eyes looking into mine - her arms wrapping about me, pulling me down into her - her mouth rising to devour me. We are joined.

Then Emily explodes. Her entire being convulses beneath me. Her body arches, her head thrown back. I feel her cunt grip and release me in a storm of spasms. I begin to withdraw and feel her arms pulling me back down. I bury myself in her again and again, riding through the storm of her orgasm. Her voice howls beautiful music through me. Her claws dig into my back.

The first wave subsides and I chase it. We roll, pulling Emily around to be on top. We never separate. She grinds her cunt down onto me and rides toward another crest. As she draws near the edge I sit up and and roll her backwards, plunging into her greedy hole. Our bodies glisten with sweat in the cool air.

Fingers snake into her hair along the scalp and trap the hair between them. I pull gently and thrust forcefully into her ravenous cunt. Her eyes flutter and her body begins to shake again as another orgasm takes possession of her. She grips my cock so tightly. Her flesh is so hot. So wet.

This wave begins to subside and I hear Emily's voice. No longer howling madly, I hear her quietly whispering, "Yes, oh, yes" and "thank you" over and over as her head rocks from side to side.

Our mouths meet and I can feel my own control reaching its limit. Emily must sense this because she stares up at me wild-eyed.

"Yes, oh yes, oh please yes"

Emily's voice is a flurry of fast, vulgar whispers and moans between breaths until her words fall off to incoherency and her eyes begin to glaze over with the divine madness of another orgasmic wave cresting. Her cunt is so tight. Our bodies are slick with her juices.

I feel an explosion behind my eyes. Lightning crackles up and down my spine. My sinuses flare open. I've held off for as long as I can. With the first burst of semen Emily is thrown over the top with me. She stares at me with wide, wild eyes. Her beautiful lips part and she cries out. It feels as if my cock is channeling fire.

The storm passes and I slow the pace, relishing the sensation of Emily's tight cunt milking my cock. Her orgasm is subsiding as well. I lower my lips to hers and we hold a kiss for some time.

"Thank you, Master," Emily whispers as our lips part.

I roll off to one side. Emily closes her thighs and rolls over toward me, sliding down my body. She takes my cock into her mouth and sucks the head gently. The sensation is amazing. I love being cleaned and sucked after I cum. Emily licks around my cock until I am clean, and then takes me all the way into her mouth. She suckles gently for a minute before sliding back up my body to cuddle against me.

"Thank you, Master," she repeats. Her hands are between her thighs. I watch as she rubs herself, smearing our mixed juices all over her thighs and belly. "Thank you for allowing me to cum. Thank you for allowing me to have your cum."



Emily Ch. 04



Now both she and Gina were pushing themselves together, skin pressed on skin, breast against breast, and belly against belly, the dildo full depth inside Gina as both women forced themselves hard against each other in the throes of their orgasms. Both were now clutching at their partner, holding on tightly, moaning and whimpering into each others ears, hands gripping flesh and legs entwined.

Meanwhile Maurice too was experiencing a highly erotic moment, but for him it was simply the sight of ribbons of his milky cum running over the dark brown skin of Emily's behind. It was, he told Gina later, the most gorgeous sight he had ever seen, and especially when Emily came for a second time and her normally softer contours took on the firmness of her muscles tightening under the force of her orgasm.

Maurice was supporting himself with one hand resting on the bed, bending over the two women and milking the last few drops from his penis with his free hand. He watched them fall on Emily's back and wished suddenly that they were instead being pumped up inside her. Though sexually used up, at least for the moment, he was abruptly aware that he wanted Emily, the first black girl he had ever fancied. What, he thought, would Gina say if he told her he would like to fuck her young lesbian lover. But then, what could she say? She was fucking Emily herself!

Orgasms over, the two women were now lying in each others arms, with the strap-on resting quietly in Gina's vagina, both trying to control laboured breathing and shaky limbs. 

"Thanks Em, that was so good." Gina whispered in Emily's ear. "Did Maurice cum on you?"

"Yes." Emily whispered back. "It's still running down my bum crack! It felt ever so nice, though."

"What are you two whispering about?" Maurice wanted to know.

"You, you randy sod, fancy cumming all over Em's arse." Gina answered him.

"Mmm, nice though." Maurice was unrepentant, and as if to emphasise the point he leaned over and began to massage Emily's cum covered buttocks, gently rubbing his fluids into her skin.

"Oohh!" Emily gasped with surprise, but soon found the feeling erotic and stimulating. "That's nice."

"What's he doing?" Gina couldn't see from below, but Emily described it and Gina smiled with understanding, much to Emily's surprise. 

"He wants to fuck you, Em!" Emily looked shocked at Gina's whispered explanation but made no comment.

Right at that point Gina felt the shaft of the dildo move slightly within her, even though Emily was motionless, and realised that it had slumped, no longer firmly attached to her partner. Her exploring hand soon discovered that Maurice had come up against the straps as his massage extended further across Emily's bottom and he had unfastened them to give himself room to explore. Gina reached between her legs and withdrew the dildo from her pussy as Emily lifted herself slightly to allow her to disentangle it and lay it to one side.

Gina was still held motionless by Emily's weight, even though she was not now pinned by the dildo, and she was still annoyingly unable to watch her husband paying attention to Emily. She could feel her young lover's body moving slightly under Maurice's hands, and she could see the pleasure on Emily's face, but that was all. She wanted to see what was happening and absolutely wanted to watch if Maurice did ever fuck Emily, a prospect that she found strangely arousing. With a little reluctant help Gina scrambled out from under Emily to let the black girl lie flat on the bed face down while Maurice massaged her behind. Emily frowned a little as Gina moved away to sit in the chair recently vacated by Maurice, but made no real attempt to stop her sliding from underneath, she was enjoying Maurice's hands too much. 

Emily was lying flat on her stomach with her legs apart and her head resting on folded arms, the backs of her upper thighs and her bottom shiny with the cum that Maurice was working into her skin. Just as Gina looked Maurice was cupping one of Emily's buttocks in his palm while his fingers worked their way into her crack, sliding up and down on his slipperiness and clearly getting closer and closer to her anus. Emily subconsciously opened her legs a little further, allowing him better access to her.

Gina smiled to herself. She could see from the tableau before her that Maurice was intent on going as far as Emily would allow, and that Emily was likely to allow quite a lot. And somehow she knew she wouldn't feel that either of them was cheating on her if they went all the way and had intercourse. In fact, she had already decided, she wanted them to and she wanted to watch. That had been the reason for her settling in this chair, a seat that she knew gave a perfect view of the two people on the bed.

Maurice's fingers stopped sliding up and down Emily's crack and started to make wiggling motions. Emily groaned with sudden pleasure and Gina knew that he had reached his target and was trying to insert a finger into her anus. He was, she knew, an 'arse man' and Emily possessed a beauty.

"All right?" Maurice's soft question was addressed to Emily. It was as if he had forgotten Gina's presence.

"Yes." Emily's reply was simple. She knew that she was both concurring with his present action and giving permission for more. 

Only a couple of weeks before and Emily would have been outraged at the very thought of such an intrusion, but she had rapidly learned that there was far more to sex than just reproduction. Now she had adopted a policy of 'if it feels good, do it', and this felt good.

Maurice pushed a little harder with his finger and Gina saw it suddenly disappear further into Emily as he overcame her sphincter and invaded her rectum. Emily groaned again and raised her bottom from the bed to let him further in. Maurice's cock was twitching back to life as his invasion of Emily stimulated him. It was a very sexy scene and Gina felt herself getting horny again.

Maurice had abandoned any pretence of massage and was straightforwardly thrusting his finger in and out of Emily's arse, being rewarded by pleasure noises of increasing loudness from Emily.

"Oh my God, this is so nice." Emily was looking back over her shoulder, trying to talk to both Gina and Maurice. "I know it's naughty, but I love it!"

"Go on to your hands and knees, sweetheart." Gina gave Emily much needed advice, her present part-raised position was obviously difficult to maintain.

Emily did as Gina suggested, dislodging Maurice's finger in the process, but intentionally turning slightly towards Maurice so that Gina might get a perfect three quarter view of her behind as well as giving Maurice easier admission. Her crack was still glistening and slippery with a mixture of her own pussy juice and the remains of Maurice's cum, and his finger slid back into her anus with little resistance.

"Let Gina watch." Emily instructed Maurice. "Try and make sure she can see me." 

Maurice knew that by 'me' Emily meant her arse and pussy, and he kept his invading finger at such an angle as to ensure Gina's view. Gina smiled to herself as she realised how the 'balance of power' had shifted. It had started with Maurice watching them act under his instruction, but was now the other way about with herself watching Emily and Maurice, with Emily definitely in control. Emily was quite an assertive young lady in her own quiet way.

With Emily now kneeling, Maurice was able to keep his forefinger deep inside her rectum while at the same time bringing his other fingers into play, and soon he was thrusting three fingers in and out of her two holes, one in her arse accompanied now by two more in her pussy with his remaining little finger sliding up and down the length of her cleft to collide with her clit. Emily could not keep still under this offensive; her body reacted by automatically pushing her back onto his fingers, deepening his incursion and magnifying her pleasure. 

Gina watched spellbound and aroused, pushing her first two fingers into her own pussy in time with Maurice's plunging into Emily, using her thumb to manipulate her clit and listening to the wet sounds from the two sodden pussies. Maurice was now fully erect once more, and Gina was fascinated to see how it bobbed up and down as his arm moved. His long hard shaft reminded her of a one arm bandit and a broad grin spread across her face at the thought. As it happened Maurice chose that moment to look across at her as if to ask a question, but the amused expression on her face changed his mind, giving him a mystified and somewhat petulant frown. 

But Gina had a good idea what he was going to ask. "Yes, if you want to."

Now he looked puzzled for a different reason. Had she read his mind? He hoped she was answering his unasked question, but he couldn't be sure. He shrugged his shoulders at her in apparent non-comprehension.

"What you were going to ask, yes, I don't mind." Gina expanded unhelpfully on her answer.

Maurice raised his questioning eyebrows at Gina and indicating Emily with a movement of his head. He was determined not to misread his wife's intentions.

"Yes, for Gods sake, yes! Fuck her if you want to!" There could be no mistake now. 

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Do it now and do it hard, I want to see her cunt take your cock. Is that clear enough?" 

Emily heard the exchange with both alarm and excitement. It seemed she was about to get fucked by a man at long last, she just hoped it would be worth it. She had fantasised about how a man's cock would feel inside her, and now she would find out. She remembered too that Gina had told her she couldn't get pregnant from Maurice, and she hoped against hope that he would cum deep inside her. She longed to feel a man shoot his load into her. 

But there was just one thing that deeply irritated her. "Shouldn't it be me you ask?" Her voice dripped with angry sarcasm.

"Yes, sorry." Maurice suddenly realised that Emily was perfectly right and he was embarrassed by his faux pas. His fingers, still moving in and out of her holes until then, were withdrawn in contrition. He was at a loss quite how to continue now. 

"And yes you can." She answered before he could ask. She didn't want him to know just how much she wanted it.

"Do you mean that?"

"Oh, for Gods sake, do as your wife told you and fuck me! Yes, I mean it!" Emily was genuinely annoyed, but was trying to vent her irritation without putting him off.

Maurice was not quite sure how to handle this suddenly feisty young girl, but his face brightened at the prospect and he shuffled himself around so that he was kneeling on the bed directly behind Emily, gazing lustfully at her beautifully rounded black bottom. For a moment he hesitated, still unsure of her permission, then lining himself up on her pussy with his right hand, he gripped her hip with his other hand to hold her still and leaned into her gently. Emily was wet and wide open, and his cock met no resistance, sinking into her to full depth with that first push. It was gorgeously tight and warm, though of course Maurice had no idea it was so tight through inexperience, he naturally assumed she'd had men before.

To Emily the feel of a real live cock entering her at long last felt mind-blowing, and she let out a long sigh of satisfaction as her purely technical virginity finally disappeared into the past, the sigh also ending Maurice's reservations about fucking her. His cock filled her beautifully, softer and warmer than the dildo, but just as firm and just as satisfying, and there was something else, something about a genuine cock that made the feeling special, though Emily couldn't quite put her finger on it. The nearest she could get was to say that it felt 'alive', as of course it was. She was being fucked properly by a man at long last, and she wanted to enjoy this first experience.

She looked around at Gina and smiled, as if as a thank you for the use of her husband, and then dropped her head, letting it hang while she knelt for Maurice to fuck her. His hands were already holding her hips and she felt him begin to stir inside her as he started to thrust, the sensation of his cock moving in and out of her body sending little darts of happiness through her. Knowing Gina was watching simply added to her joy.

Initially his thrusts were slow and cautious, almost as if testing her ability to accommodate him, though in fact he was simply taking pleasure in his first opportunity to fuck a black girl. He stared down at her kneeling before him, her beautiful globular buttocks so smooth and dark, just like fabulous milk chocolate orbs, still showing traces of his earlier ejaculation. Emily was, he thought, truly an attractive girl whose colour simply made her more beautiful.

Slowly Maurice built up his rhythm, driving into Emily at a measured pace with strong deep thrusts. At first she simply knelt on hands and knees to receive him, but as his thrusts grew stronger Emily went first onto her elbows and then onto folded arms, resting her head on them and leaving her behind raised high into the air. With Emily in this new position Maurice leaned back a little, releasing her hips and using his fingers to part her cheeks and give himself a first class view of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. It was wet with her juices, glistening pale against the darker skin of her pussy and visibly throbbing with his intense arousal. He would not be long before he came for a second time and he increased his speed, still gazing at Emily's cunt.

With her head resting on her arms Emily was in the best position for deep penetration, though with nothing to compare with, she had no way of knowing this. All she did know was that she was over the moon with pleasure; the feel of Maurice's cock plunging deep into her pussy was bringing her closer to another immense orgasm. It was already gathering deep inside her pelvis and she knew it would not be long before it exploded and sent her into rapture. She gasped and whimpered with every thrust of his cock, unable to prevent herself from vocalising her pleasure. In the background she could hear Gina moaning and, glancing under her body, she caught sight of the other woman's fingers playing with her own pussy as she watched Emily and Maurice.

Gina was trying hard to concentrate on the erotic scene before her. As her husband pulled back to thrust himself once more deep into Emily she could clearly see his wet cock shining briefly before it disappeared from sight again, and she was trying to capture the sight in her minds eye as fuel for later fantasies. The sound of Emily's pussy squelching with wetness under Maurice's attentions and the sounds of her moans and his panting breaths would stay in her mind to stimulate her fingers many times in the future. It was just so goddamn erotic, especially as she could tell that both of them were close to cumming.

In the end the magic happened and they both came together, Maurice slamming his cock hard into Emily to let loose jets of hot cum deep inside her just as her own orgasm erupted. She cried out from the intensity of the double pleasure, feeling the gouts of semen splattering inside a cunt already going into orgasmic spasm, while he held her by the hips and rammed himself hard into her to empty his balls as deep inside her as he could. 

When it was over Maurice let his softening cock slip from Emily's pussy, watching as a little trickle of pale cum ran from her dark entrance to drip onto the bed. Not that he cared, he was satiated totally, never for a moment believing that he would end the evening by cumming into the cunt of a twenty year old black girl.

"Back in a minute." Maurice staggered, really staggered, in the direction of the bathroom, leaving the two women alone in the bedroom.

"Thank you, darling." Gina looked at Emily uncomprehending.

"For letting Maurice do it to me." Emily explained happily.

"That's ok, I thought you might be mad at me for not stopping him, but I so wanted to see you get fucked. And I'm glad you did, 'cos it looked so bloody sexy I'm still hot thinking of it." Gina was still gently playing with her pussy, her hips moving softly from the touch of her fingers on her clit.

"You're still hot?" Emily seemed surprised.

Gina gave a wry smile. "Not so you'd notice!"

Emily swung her legs from the bed and walked over to kneel before Gina. "Let me help."

Gina took her hand away from her pussy and leaned back in the chair, waiting for Emily's very welcome touch. But that touch, when it came, was not what she expected, for instead of wriggling a finger or two into Gina's cunt, Emily leaned forward and licked it, delving into her tunnel with the tip of her tongue. Now it was Gina's turn to cry out loud, from the shock and from the fantastic sensation of Emily's exploring tongue.

Emily had never gone down on a woman before, but she thought today had been special in many ways, so why not in that way too? She had wanted to lick and kiss Gina's pussy almost since they had first touched and certainly since Gina had performed oral sex on her, but somehow when the opportunity had arisen she had baulked at the idea, only to regret it later. Now she had plucked up the courage and plunged in.

The experience was not at all as Emily had imagined. For one thing both the scent and taste of Gina's juices were erotic and arousing, and her pussy was not the soft mushy thing she had expected. She found that, although Gina was so wet that her juices rapidly coated Emily's mouth and nose, her pussy was not runny wet to her tongue and it was in fact a very pleasant place to lick and nuzzle. 

Emily wasn't quite sure what to do, so she started at the top of Gina's slit and ran her tongue down its length, wriggling it from side to side all the way. This provoked a groan of contentment from Gina, so she did it again. Then she did it again, and then she did it some more, each pass being greeted with the same blissful noises. Gina was already on the sexual plateau just below the level of a climax when Emily began to lick her, and she was fast rising to the next level where an orgasm might be soon expected, her increasingly twitchy hips a witness to her mounting arousal.

Soon it was obvious to Emily that Gina would not be long in cumming if he continued with her long full length strokes, but she wanted to investigate her pussy properly before that happened, so she stopped and began instead to play the tip of her tongue around and just inside the opening to Gina's vagina. For several minutes Emily explored Gina's entrance, running her tongue tip around the rim then probing as deeply as she could, tasting and savouring the juices running from Gina's cunt. Gina moaned quietly, interspersing her noises occasionally with a soft 'yes!' letting Emily know how good it felt.

Eventually Emily's tongue tired and her neck began to ache, and regretfully she moved her attention to Gina's clitoris, clamping her lips over the top of it and sucking the little nub into her mouth. Then she used her tongue, licking, pressing and flicking at its tip and sending Gina back to the edge of her climax.

Gina was trying not to vocalise too loudly, trying not to let Maurice know of their activity in his absence or to tell him of the enjoyment she was receiving, but it proved impossible. As Emily's tongue flicked her clit time after time the pressure built within her, forcing sharp gasps from her and making her repeated 'yes!' become louder and louder until, as her orgasm struck, she yelled it at the top of her voice.

Emily expected Maurice to burst back into the room at the commotion within, but even if he had Emily would have been unable to react. Gina had buried her fingers in Emily's hair and was pulling on it, forcing her mouth hard, painfully hard, onto her cunt, and pushing back with her hips at the same time. Never before had Gina been so heedless of the discomfort she was causing Emily, but Emily didn't mind. To her it was a confirmation of the pleasure she was giving her lover, a 'pass' at her first attempt in the test for oral sexpertise and another sexual barrier she had successfully overcome.




Emily Ch. 04



Eventually Gina's orgasm began to fade and her grip relaxed, allowing Emily to pull her face back from between Gina's legs and to wipe at least some of Gina's juices from her face with the back of her hand.

"Oh my God, look!" Gina's voice sounded shocked.

Emily jerked her head around in the direction indicated by Gina, and there, looking in through the bedroom window, was Maurice, silently reliving his 'Peeping Tom' act from the previous night. As soon as he realised he had been spotted, Maurice smiled, winked, and disappeared.

"I wonder how long he's been there?" Gina wondered out loud.

"I don't know." Emily answered. "And I don't think I care!"

"Me neither." Gina decided.

A moment later Maurice came into the room, dressed only in a pair of jeans and sporting his best lascivious grin. "Thank you, ladies! That was a wonderful way to end the evening. I wondered if you'd get up to anything while I was out of the room, so I thought I'd find out!"

"You bastard!" The words came from Emily, but were mitigated by her huge smile. "I guess we walked right into that one, didn't we?"

"You mean you deliberately set us up?" Gina had only just figured out what was happening. 

"You could put it that way, but I think I'd rather call it giving you enough rope!" Maurice was looking smug at having successfully spied on the women, still thinking they didn't like the idea.

Gina looked at Emily, and Emily looked at Gina, then both erupted into laughter. "I think we'll have to be more careful with the curtains, don't you, Em? You never know who might be watching if we leave them open." 

"Oh, please!" Emily spoke through her laughter. 

Maurice looked puzzled, not understanding a word of their exchange. 

"Can they be curtains of water?" Asked a giggling Gina, alluding to their intended riverbank display. 

Maurice now looked totally bemused, and the two women exploded into laughter once again. He had no idea of their intentions, and they were not about to tell him.



Emily Ch. 05



Emily looked out through the hatch of the burger bar for the umpteenth time, looking up and scanning the sky anxiously for the merest sign of a cloud. But from horizon to horizon the sky was deep bright blue, as it had been all day, so Emily smiled happily and ducked back in, believing again for at least the next ten minutes that the weather was not going to spoil the evening.

Emily was due to go off shift at 4.pm. and she was clockwatching constantly. She had arranged to meet with Gina, the thirty-six year old blonde woman who had become her friend and lover. A more unlikely couple it would be difficult to find, a tall, slender, worldly-wise, white woman and a short, sexually naïve, twenty year old black girl. But the match worked well and their feelings for each other were genuine, not least because of their shared passion for exhibitionism. 

Gina loved an audience and had inducted a willing Emily into the same way of thinking, watching each other masturbate regularly. They had then let Maurice, Gina's husband, watch them make love together, and even allowed him have sex with Emily in front of his wife. They had, to put it mildly, been lax about keeping their activities private, but now they wanted to expand their audience to deliberately include strangers. 

Emily could hardly believe that less than two weeks ago she had never let anyone so much as touch her, nor had she ever even touched herself. An orgasm was something she had heard about, but in much the same way as she had heard about the Yeti. Others believed they existed, but she never expected to encounter one. Yet today they were going to act on Gina's suggestion, a suggestion that would allow them to be seen by anybody. This was the day that they would lie by the riverside and display themselves to anyone who cared to watch. Emily couldn't wait, she was now a fully paid up member of the 'sexually active club' and wanted the world to know it.

Eventually the time passed and Emily finished her shift, leaving the burger van behind for another day. The next time she saw it, Emily thought, she would have fulfilled yet another sexual ambition and knowingly performed before strangers.

Emily was headed home, looking forward to a shower and a change of clothes. The smell of the burger van did tend to linger and she wanted to be daisy fresh for tonight. She also wanted to give herself a shave, the hair on her pussy was beginning to grow back strongly after Gina had first shaved her and this time she wanted to deal with it herself. She had plenty of time, Gina didn't come off shift today until 5.o.clock. and they had not arranged to meet outside the main gate until 6.30. 

As she walked home she thought about what she should be dressed in for the evening. No underwear, of course, but what else should she wear. Eventually she settled on the light, front buttoning summer dress that she had been wearing on the first night she had gone to Gina's chalet. It had served her well that night - she smiled at the memory of nervous fingers tripping over buttons - and no doubt would again.

Within an hour Emily had showered, shaved - more easily than she expected - dressed, and had her tea. She was now pacing the chalet like a caged tiger, her lack of underwear constantly reminding her of her newly shaved pussy and urging her to play, just to take the edge off her arousal. She sat down, only to feel the seat cool against her pussy lips. She stood up, and a cruel breeze played under her dress, fanning the flames between her legs. But somehow she resisted and at twenty past six she was out of the door and heading for the main gate. 

Incongruously Gina drove a pick-up truck, not a large one but a pick-up nonetheless. It had only two seats, she explained, and that stopped her being able to take passengers other than Maurice (a very handy arrangement on a park where lift scrounging was widespread), but still had useful room in the back. It was also capable of negotiating the kind of dirt-road farm track they were headed for.

As they pulled out onto the main road Gina turned to Emily. "Are you sure you're up for this?"

"Am I! I've been wet all day waiting to do it." Emily responded enthusiastically. "I can hardly believe that we're actually going to do it. I didn't know how much of a turn on it could be until you and I did it for each other."

"You know we could be in for some stick? Not everyone who walks down a river bank will appreciate seeing a naked pussy you know!"

"I've thought of that, but if what they say is deserved, it doesn't matter. If I get called a slut for doing it, then I probably am one. But that's down to me and I don't care."

"Sure?"

"Absolutely!" Emily was nodding vigorously. "It'll be worth it for the buzz of turning on the ones that do appreciate us."

They drove in silence for a little way.

"God I'm so fucking horny I could stop here and do it on the main road." Gina was almost wriggling in her seat with anticipation. 

"There's a lay-by up there if you want to pull in? I'm game if you are." Emily was feeling the same.

"No, let's go where we said," Gina had seriously considered the idea before rejecting it.

They lapsed back into silence, nervous about what lay ahead but so looking forward to it. Soon they came to the entrance to the farm track and swung in. 

"Nearly there, now's the time to pull out if you aren't up for it!" Gina spoke while pulling on the wheel.

"If you say that once more everyone would think it's you chickening out."

"Not a fucking chance." Somehow Emily wasn't convinced.

After bouncing down the track for a couple of miles Gina parked the truck where the grass verge was widest and switched off the engine. 

"We walk from here. It's only about half a mile." 

"Why don't we go closer in the car?" Asked Emily.

"Because the track is too narrow further down, the last thing we want is an angry farmer asking us to move the thing and let him through while we're in the middle of things." 

Emily smiled. "Yes, I can see that might interfere with the flow tonight!" Both women laughed.

The walk to the river would have been pleasant on any similar night. The sun had lost its midday heat, but the air was still warm with just the merest hint of a breeze. There was not a cloud in the sky and the birds were singing. But the two women hardly noticed. They were wrapped up in their own thoughts, both searching their hearts to confirm that they really did have the nerve for what they proposed and each psyching themselves up to do it. They were both very excited, very nervous, but very turned on.

Gina had chosen the spot well; the bank was flat with short soft turf above a vertical drop of about five feet into the water. It was protected from prying eyes on their side of the river by a belt of scrub and thorn bushes but was in full view of the opposite bank. Not only that, but it afforded a view along the other bank that would give them about a hundred yards warning of everyone who walked along it.

"Perfect!" Emily exclaimed, looking around at Gina who was suddenly standing motionless looking across the river.

"Do you know what?" Asked Gina. "I am absolutely petrified."

"Why? Don't you want to do it?"

"Yes, I do, I really do, but the other bank seems so close. A lot closer than I remember!" It was about fifteen feet away.

"All the better to see you with!" Another nursery rhyme parody from Emily.

"I'm sure I'll be alright when we get going."

"Then let's get going." Emily was not fazed at all by the comparative nearness of the other side.

Emily sat on the grass, looking up at a rigid Gina. "Come on darling, sit next to me. It'll be fine, you wait and see."

Gina sat down, still silent and still obviously overcome with nerves. Emily began to think they would have to call the evening off, but then Gina visibly took control of herself and relaxed a little.

"Right, I'm ok now, sorry about that, but it'll be ok now, how would you like to do this?" Gina was still fighting her fear, the words tumbling from her as she struggled to overcome it.

Emily couldn't help but smile to herself. Who would have thought that it would be Gina's bottle that so nearly went?

"How about if we just sit here and talk, but make sure that our legs are open a bit to the path over there?" Emily indicated the opposite bank. "Then we can play it by ear."

"Play it by ear in what way?" Gina was back in control - just.

"Well, if we get someone slag us off, we can just close our legs and pretend innocence, but if the sight is appreciated, we can open wider and make sure they get a good view."

"That sounds good."

They settled themselves side by side and about a yard apart, turned towards each other as if deep in conversation with their heads propped on their elbow and one knee raised towards the opposite bank. Each could see along the opposite bank over the other's shoulder. Emily made sure her dress was high enough above the knee for her legs to be on show right to the top, and Gina, who was wearing a light wrap around skirt, let the two sides fall apart over her thighs. Neither of the women was blatantly showing their pussies, but they were pretty sure that a careful look would reveal them.

"Are you ok now?" Emily asked.

"Yes, I'm fine, I'm sorry about that. Just stage fright I guess."

"My heart's banging like a trip hammer!"

"You're not bottling now, are you?" Gina looked concerned.

Emily gave a nervous smile. "No, it's just that it's so nerve-racking waiting for someone to look at you, and I feel so bloody randy."

"Somebody will come along soon."

"I hope so, or I'm going to put on a first class show for Mr Nobody." Emily was surreptitiously pulling on her nipple with her free hand tucked inside her dress.

"If it comes to that, forget Mr Nobody, just put on a show for me."

"I'll do that anyway, anytime you like."

"There's somebody coming!" Gina was staring over Emily at the path.

"Who?"

"It's a couple, middle aged, walking the dog."

Gina rolled more onto her back and raised her leg a little higher. "Tell me if they look, I can't see anymore." Her voice was thick with lust.

"He's looking at you." Emily was watching the couple entering her field of vision from the corner of her eye. "He's seen your pussy, because his mouth just dropped open."

Then, from across the river they heard the woman's voice. "Come along Victor, stop staring at that girl. Your eyes are on stalks."

Her voice was suddenly louder. "Young lady!" She was addressing Gina. "I'm sorry if I embarrass you, but I would straighten my skirt if I were you, you're showing more than you realise." She pulled on her husband's arm without waiting for a reply and they marched off down the bank, their little corgi bounding off in front.

"Well, that went well!" Emily was giggling.

"At least one man's happy." Retorted Gina peevishly, rolling back onto her side. "And I don't mind being called a girl or a young lady!"

"It didn't occur to me that we could hear what they said as well."

"No, nor me, but it's a bonus."

They settled down to wait again, showing themselves off to an empty path.

They didn't have to wait long, within minutes of the previous couple's departure another pair were to be seen approaching, but from the opposite direction. They were a young couple of around Emily's age, presumably a courting couple, judging by the way the man's hand was cupped around his partner's buttock as they strolled along.

This time it was Emily who could see them first, and therefore she who would be displaying herself. As the couple drew nearer Emily she rolled onto her back, clasping her hands behind her head as if relaxing, and drew up her legs, being careful that her knees stayed about eight or ten inches apart. Just far enough, she reasoned, for the spectators to think they could see her pussy, but without being certain.

The ploy seemed to have worked, for as they drew level the man came to an abrupt halt and nudged his partner, indicating that she should look across the river. Gina pretended not to notice, and Emily let her head lie back.

"The man has certainly seen what you've got to offer. He's stopped dead and is staring at you!" Gina kept Emily informed, watching the couple carefully from the side of her vision.

"They're looking at your cunt and whispering. Show them a bit more."

Emily obediently let her knees drift a few inches further apart. The couple stared and the girl pointed at Emily's crotch. This time both Emily and Gina could hear her excited whisper. 

"It is, Rob, it's her twat! She ain't got no drawers on." Her dialect came through clearly. 

Emily's legs fell further open, now clearly displaying a very wet pussy for all to see. "God, this is making me horny." She whispered to Gina. "We're really doing it, aren't we?" It was as if she couldn't trust her own daring.

"What are they doing now?" Emily needed to know.

"Just staring, I don't think they can believe it. I'll show them mine as well in a minute!"

"D'ya think she knows?" The girl's voice came clearly across the river.

"She fuckin' must do! She's doin' it a' purpose."

Emily calmly reached down and pulled her dress up, opening her legs wide and fully revealing herself to the young couple. There could be no mistake now, that was obviously deliberate. 

"Fuckin' 'ell, Ryan. Look at that!"

Gina moved her skirt overlap to one side and put her hand between her legs, watching the young couple surreptitiously, her heart pounding with excitement as she quietly began to masturbate.

"C'mon Ryan, we'd best go!" The girl was getting nervous. "They're both fuckin' kinky!"

"Not fuckin' likely! I'm watchin' this!"

Now Emily started to play with herself, deliberately holding her labia open, knowing the contrast of dark brown skin and bright pussy flesh would be clear to see.

"My God, Em, I'm going to cum soon!" Gina was now strumming rapidly on her clit, her legs wide and her pussy shining. "It's really getting me going."

"What are they doing?" Emily couldn't see her audience and needed information to feed her lust. Gina looked, and accidentally caught the girl's eye.

"Well she's looking at me, but he's watching you and he's standing behind her with his arms around her and his hands on her tits." Gina managed a rather breathless whisper as her pleasure began to take over.

The girl seemed mesmerized and unable to move, her eyes locked on Gina's as her boyfriend began pull up her top and bra to expose and fondle her breasts. She shivered and laid her head back on Ryan's chest, letting him play with her exposed breast as she held eye contact with Gina.

"Sit up a bit and watch them, Em, He's got her tits out." Gina didn't whisper this time. It seemed to her that the four of them had entered and unspoken pact to watch each other, and in any case her overwhelming arousal made controlling a whisper nearly impossible. It was all she could do to formulate an intelligible gasp.

Emily raised herself onto her free elbow, looking across the water to where Ryan was blatantly playing with his girlfriend's naked breasts, pulling on her nipples and moulding the flesh in his hands. As he played, Ryan was staring directly at Emily's pussy, watching intently as she pushed a finger deep into herself. The girl was now reaching behind herself, apparently unzipping Ryan's jeans and pulling out his cock, though neither Emily nor Gina could then be sure. 

Lying beside Emily Gina exploded into orgasm, shouting out loud that she was 'cummmiiinnnnggggg!' as her pelvis raised itself from the grass, jerking and shuddering in ecstasy. For the best part of a minute the only points of her body in contact with the grass were her heels and her shoulders, the rest lifted from the ground by the power of her climax, a climax triggered by the sight of the stranger playing with his girlfriend's breasts and fuelled by her own display to that same stranger. Knowing she was being seen made her orgasm all the stronger, and that in turn made her display herself more obscenely, further intensifying her response. It was a chain reaction that eventually left her sprawled on the grass, climax spent, panting and gasping, and staring at the couple opposite through sex glazed eyes.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Ryan was in awe of the lewd exhibition he had just seen displayed in front of him by, to him, a mature woman.

Coming down from her orgasmic high, Gina glanced across at Emily, trying to gauge the effect of her actions on her friend as well as her audience, but Emily wasn't looking, as she played with herself her gaze was fixed firmly on the other bank where Ryan was being openly wanked by his girlfriend. Smiling to herself Gina moved closer to Emily, recognising the far away look in the black girl's eyes, it would not be too long before she was also cumming. The thrills of anticipation and the day of waiting finally getting release.

"Let me do that." Gina reached across and gently moved Emily's hand away from her pussy, replacing it with her own. 

Finding Emily's little clitoris Gina started to stroke it, sliding her fingers up and down Emily's pussy so that the tips just rubbed over the end. Emily groaned with pleasure and, maintaining her gaze on the other couple, undid the buttons of her dress from the neck until she could comfortably slide her hand inside again and play with her own breasts, leaving Gina to fondle her pussy.

Across the river Ryan was turning his girl around to face him, pressing down on her shoulders so that she sank to her knees, his intention obvious. Then, taking his hold of his cock he guided it between her lips, pushing forward with his hips to sink it into her mouth. The girl was not unwilling, but Ryan's push was a little too strong and she pulled back sharply, gagging slightly, until he grabbed her hair and pulled her back, forcing her mouth over the head of his cock. This time she took it without trouble and settled into the rhythm of a full on blow job. 

Emily watched carefully. "I want to do that to somebody one day." She told Gina with a voice full of envy. "I want a cock in my mouth so that I can taste spunk. Isn't that naughty?"

"Nice though!" Gina agreed with her partner.

"Does it really taste good?" The thought was adding to Emily's arousal and she gasped out the words, hovering on the brink of cumming from Gina's attentions.

"Yes, I like it, but you'll have to try it for yourself!" 

"Don't stop now, darling, I'm gonna cum." Emily was so nearly there and worried that Gina's attention might wander across the river.

"I won't, trust me." The young couple opposite both had there eyes glued to Gina's fingers, the girl having to look sideways to do it, and the very fact of being seen fingering another woman was giving Gina a hell of a buzz.

"I'm nearly there, can they see my cunt?" Emily was beginning to tense as her orgasm gathered. She was squeezing her own nipples hard, the hurt adding to her pleasure and bringing her climax closer.

"Yes, Em, they can see, and they'll see this!" She rammed two fingers deep into Emily, pushing them into her as hard, trying to go in deeper and deeper as if reaching for her cervix.

"Watch me, I'm cumming!" Emily shouted across the river as her orgasm struck, triggered by Gina's fingers, and trying to ensure that her audience missed nothing. 

Gina plunged her fingers in and out of Emily's pussy, determined to bring her off with the strongest possible orgasm.

Emily was not the only one near to cumming, the young man now had his eyes closed, his knuckles showing white even to the girls across the river, and his hips were beginning to move of there own accord, pumping his cock slowly in and out pf his girlfriend's mouth. The girl could obviously sense his nearness, for she was sucking hard on his cock, her lips travelling up and down his shaft, taking his cock deep into her mouth. She had one hand holding his leg for stability, but the other was burrowed into his jeans, playing with his balls.




Emily Ch. 05



I should bring you up to date on Emily's progress.

Emily has been visiting me for some months now. I had thought that perhaps she would plunge into the experience of being a sexual submissive and then after the freshness of the experience had worn off a bit her visits would taper off. I was correct about the first and for a while it looked like the second would also prove true.

In early Winter she started hanging out with a new boyfriend. We continued to talk and hang out, but our sexual encounters ceased. Emily is an intelligent and vibrant woman, so I was glad for her company even though our games had ended.

In February her attitude shifted back toward flirtatious. Slowly our conversations turned toward discussions of sexual deviancy and, specifically, erotic power exchange.

Emily, being both curious and intelligent, began to read and she came to these discussions with what appeared to be a desire to analyze her experiences with "sexual deviancy". She found online discussion forums and talked with other people about the various aspects of BDSM and D/s games and relationships and the various levels they played out at.

By the end of March she had broken up with her Winter lover. Her explanation was that she had grown tired of men who wanted to try to dominate and push her around outside of the bedroom. She noted that I treated her as an equal when we weren't playing games and that she saw same behavior among my friends.

She turned our conversations turned toward refining what she was after. She wanted to experiment and asked if I would help her. In retrospect, it was a funny way to put it but it actually made sense.

The scenes changed and evolved. We critiqued our sessions and talked about what worked and what didn't. Themes started to occur as Spring turned toward Summer. Emily is personally a strong and independent woman, but she guided me toward scenes in which she would be objectified and scenes of domestic slavery.

Now it is late July.

My alarm goes off. It's 8 in the morning. Emily had arrived late last night and we had talked for a while. This particular scene was to start when we woke up. 

I sit up and in bed and turn it off. There is a knock on my door. A moment passes and the door opens. Emily enters completely bare except for a thin black collar. She carries a glass of water and a cup of coffee. Placing both vessels on the nightstand, she kneels by my bedside. My eyes drink in her beauty.

"Have you broken your fast yet?" I inquire.

"No, Sir," Emily replies.

"Has anything passed your lips this morning?" I know what her answer will be. The rules are clear and have been repeated often enough over the past couple of months.

"Only what was required for cleanliness, Sir," Emily answers. "And enough water to ensure that my mouth would not be dry."

"Good," I say turning to sit at the edge of my bed. I pull the sheet back to reveal my morning erection. "You may break your fast, slave."

"Thank you, Sir," Emily answers and moves to position herself between by knees.

Her mouth immediately engulfs my cock and I sip coffee while watching her head bob obediently. My cock responds immediately to her attention. I put the coffee down and lean back to give Emily more room to serve. Her long hair is tied back into a tight ponytail, so I have a wonderfully unobstructed view of the action. Her cheeks sink in as she sucks and her moist lips slide tightly up and down my cock.

Emily is a true artist when it comes to sucking cock. After only half a dozen passes up and down my cock, she bobs down deeply. I feel the head of my cock bump the back of her mouth and, with an almost unnoticeable pause, pass into her tight throat. With one smooth motion she has lowered her beautiful face all the way down onto me.

I put my hands behind my head and let her work her magic. Emily bobs her head by an inch or so a few times, never letting my cock leave her throat, and then slowly bobs back up so that my cock no longer restricts her breathing. Emily catches her breath while her tongue and lips swirl about the tip and then she plunges me back into her throat again. She rides me with her throat like that for perhaps four or five minutes. The sensation is amazing and the fact that she does not gag once attests to her practiced skill.

My cock and balls are covered in drool. Emily bobs up so that her mouth plays about the head of my cock and she brings her hands into play. Gripping my slick cock lightly, she repeatedly twists and strokes downward while she sucks.

I can feel the pressure building. I resist the urge to grab her by the hair. My back arches slightly and my hips raise up when I explode. Being a good cock sucker, Emily does not stop or slow the pace. I can feel her swallowing as I pump cum into her eager mouth. The orgasm slows and subsides and Emily follows the pace down until finally I am finished.

I place a hand on her head and stroke her hair while she suckles the last drops of cum from my softening cock. I give her a few moments to lick me clean, then I sit up.

"Thank you, Master," Emily purrs through a smile. She resumes her kneeling position by the bedside - legs spread, hands on her knees. A proper slave's position. Her chin and lips are wet with saliva, but she does not move to wipe it away without my permission.

I lean down and reach a hand between her widely parted thighs. Her cunt is moist and ready.

"Good," I say rising to my feet. "I'll have a croissant after my shower. Record the interaction."

"Yes, Master," Emily replies.

I stretch my arms and legs for a moment and head to the bathroom to piss, shave and shower. 

While I am in the shower Emily will be writing an entry in an online journal. I will review the entry and then post it. Emily does not know where it is posted or even if I am really posting it anywhere at all, but she is a talented writer and I have found that having Emily record her experiences prolongs and enhances them. Not infrequently, writing these entries will leave Emily hornier than when she began.

The shower gives me time to think. Between the shower and my bedroom, I note Emily in the kitchen wearing an apron and tidying up. 

I return to the kitchen dressed. Emily has removed her apron and is kneeling by the table. I note the barely visible dried residue around her mouth where her saliva had dried. Probably some small amount of cum as well, I think. Even though she swallowed, some cum probably leaked out of her mouth with the saliva.

I sit down in front of the laptop opened on the table and begin to read Emily's journal entry. My indifference is a turn on for her, so I pretend not to notice the naked goddess kneeling beside me. I sip my coffee and take a bite out a croissant. Reading her journal entry has made me horny again. She really is a talented writer.

I place the second cup of coffee on the floor near her and say, "You may have your coffee, slave."

Emily offers thanks and takes the cup. I hold a piece of the half eaten croissant down in her direction and she takes a small bite, feeding from my hand. I take a few bites from the second croissant. Finished, I casually toss the rest of it down to the floor between her knees.

"After you eat, clean up the kitchen and meet me on the porch," I instruct.

"Yes, Sir," Emily replies. 



Emily Ch. 05



When he came he let go a long, almost painful, groan and he gripped tightly onto his girlfriend's hair, forcing her to take his load deep in her mouth. She was struggling to receive it all, and a little trickle of cum ran down from the corner of her mouth as her throat worked to swallow it. As his balls emptied Ryan threw his head back, opening his eyes as he did so, just in time to see Emily, with Gina's fingers buried knuckle deep inside her, arching her back as her own climax arrived.

The two climaxing young people stared into each others eyes across the water, enjoying their own pleasure, but also taking surrogate enjoyment from what they could see displayed before them. As is balls emptied and his climax dwindled Ryan let his head fall forward, taking hold of the girl's shoulders for support as his knees threatened to buckle under him. Meanwhile, Emily, making her customary keening sound from between clenched teeth as she came, stared at Ryan's cock slipping limply from the girl's mouth, and wished it had been hers. Slowly her orgasm ebbed away and she too lay back, spent and lifeless.

"Hey! What's your girlfriend's name?" Gina shouted her question over the river.

"Gayle!" The girl answered for herself.

"Well, Gayle, make sure he does that for you as well before tonight ends, why should he have all the fun?" Gina was laying down the law.

"Don't you worry, he will!" Gayle was grinning the grin of certainty. "That's just to take the edge off 'im!"

Ryan opened his mouth to join in, but at just that moment six or seven motorcycles, several with passengers, came racing into sight, high revving two stroke engines buzzing madly as they chased each other along the path, and he had to hurriedly push his cock back into his jeans and step back out of the way instead. As soon as the bikes were past he and Gayle rushed off down the path without another word, going in the opposite direction to the bikers. The bikers themselves disappeared around the far bend and the two women were alone once more.

"Oh well, that was nice while it lasted. Shame the bikes scared that couple away." Emily was eager for more.

"God, I enjoyed that." Gina was smiling happily. "It went better then I expected. I never thought anyone would join in."

"I did!" Emily replied. "If it turns us on, why not other people?"

She lay back on the grass, her legs still raised but her dress now back over her knees. Only if someone was directly opposite and looking would they catch a glimpse of her pussy. Gina returned to lying on her side beside her, but with her legs together, hiding herself for the time being. Emily looked at her questioningly.

"Don't worry; I'll open up again if the right people come along!"

"The right people?"

"I don't particularly want a load of hairy-arsed bikers staring between my legs, and I'm not sure they've gone yet, I didn't hear the bikes going back." Gina looked worried.

"I shouldn't be bothered about them, they can't get to us here, and anyway, maybe they went another way." Emily dismissed the problem. "Anyway, I think I might like to show off to them, at least they'd appreciate us."

"If they went another way I think we'd still hear their engines."

"Ok, suit yourself; just don't let it spoil the evening."

"It won't, I promise!"

"In which case." Emily raised herself onto her elbows and called across the river in mockery of a doctor's waiting room. "Next, please!"

The 'next' were two couples of around forty-ish, who looked to be hikers or ramblers from their walking boots and rucksacks, and who simply averted their eyes and walked on when presented with two openly displayed pussies, displeasure clear on their faces. It was not a very erotic encounter from either side, but it did give Gina and Emily a thrill just to have been seen. 

Shortly after their departure the bikers, this time on foot, came back into sight in a running, fooling around sort of group of maybe ten young men, their laughter echoing along the river.

"Oh, No!" Gina didn't like their appearance at all.

"Hey, calm down, they're people like us, it's just that they like motorbikes!"

"And trouble!" Gina was not going to be mollified. "Shall we go?"

"No! Absolutely not!" Emily felt annoyed; her brother rode a motorbike and suffered constant discrimination, for his bike even more than for his colour. "I'm gonna treat them like everybody else. If they want to see my cunt, they can."

"On your head be it!"

By now the group had got about level with the two women and had stopped on the bank looking across at them. Emily's legs knees were raised and she now let them drift gradually apart. Gina looked on.

"I told you they were showing their cunts!" A voice came to the women from across the other bank, followed by wolf whistles and cat calls, and a not unexpected shout of 'Gerrumoff!"

"You stupid sod, they are off." Another voice joined in to correct his mate, and the group dissolved into laughter.

"Come on Gina, let them see you. They're only my age, they won't be a problem." Emily was feeling horny again from having so many spectators at once.

It was true that the bikers were younger than Gina had expected, only in their very late teens and early twenties and not the bearded Hells Angels that Gina had feared. Now that she could see who they were she felt somewhat appeased, and actually felt a strange urge to flirt with the danger that the men still represented in her eyes. 

"Maybe, let's see how things go." She was not yet fully placated, even though her pussy was beginning to react to the possibilities. The shouts and whistles from across the river still scared her a little.

"Hey, you lot!" Emily was calling to the group. "If you don't want us to go, let's have a bit of respect." She had closed her legs and was sitting upright.

Neither the motorcyclists nor Gina had expected that from Emily; they all went silent and looked at her in astonishment. "Ok, now, what would you like to see?" Emily had seized the initiative and had no intention of relinquishing it.

"Show us your cunt!" The request was accompanied by ribald laughter.

Emily raised her knees again, but kept them closed. "Say please!"

"Please!" The voice sounded suitably contrite and his friends laughed again.

Now Emily let her legs fall apart until her pussy was visible from the other bank and pulled back her dress to make the view even clearer.

She turned to Gina. "God, I love this. They'll do anything for a bit of pussy." Her voice was tight and thick from excitement. 

What Emily really loved was being in control, Gina realised. How things had changed!

"Now what?" Although it seemed that Emily was taking her instruction from the young men, they were, in fact, following her lead.

"Can we see your friend's cunt?" A pause. "Please!"

Gina felt a sudden adrenalin rush and intense excitement at the idea. Rolling partly onto her back she spread her legs wide, pulling her skirt to one side to increase the view of her pussy, all the time watching the men as they stared at her crotch. Her misgivings forgotten, she was almost as stimulated as Emily.

"How's that?" Asked Gina, joining in the exchange. "What do you want next?"

"Can you play with yourself, please?"

"Can we see your tits, please?"

"Push a finger up your cunt."

"Will you wank each other, please?"

The requests came thick and fast now, almost always with a 'please' attached. Emily had obviously got through to them.

"Hang on boys, we can't do everything." Gina laughed as she answered. "You'll have to just watch us and see what happens." With that she lay on her back and began to masturbate, her fingers playing gently with her clitoris and the thrill of doing it in public again making her heart beat faster. Today was getting better all the time.

"You'll tell us if anybody else comes, won't you lads?" Gina couldn't see the other side while flat on her back.

Emily was already playing with herself, her fingers tweaking and pulling at her clit whilst her free hand was undoing the top buttons of her dress, intent on freeing her breasts from their confinement. When she had opened her dress almost to the waist she uncovered one of her boobs and began to pull her nipple in time to her clit. This combination was new to her, but very erotic, and it wasn't long before her body began to squirm in preparation for her orgasm. "White lady. We would love to see your tits as well. Please."

Gina undid her blouse in response to the request and shrugged it from her shoulders, leaving herself naked to the waist. 

"Very nice, are you going to play with them?"

Gina copied Emily, pulling a nipple at the same time as her clit; a combination she already knew would rapidly bring her to orgasm. They were both now lying side by side, one hand tugging a breast while the other played with their clit, and both had their legs splayed as wide as they could, determined to show the young men the best show they could, if only to gain the maximum arousal from it for themselves.

"I'm going to cum!" Announced Emily loudly, pulling her legs right back against her chest so that she could push two fingers deep into her pussy, and in the process showing everyone her arse. Seconds later she came, rocking back and forth, her eyes rolled back and her mouth dropped open as she cried out in joy, her fingers delving ever deeper into her tunnel.

"Are you watching?" She asked gasping, the question aimed at everyone present. Everyone was, including Gina, their eyes pinned to the shuddering black girl in the throes of an immense climax, her fingers plunging piston like into the depths of her body. Eventually the orgasm began to subside and she allowed her legs to fall back, and her hands to slide from her flesh. Trembling and panting with the aftershocks of orgasm, Emily looked around, bright eyed and smiling hugely, pleased to have been able to cum for such a large audience. Her exhibitionism was now the most enjoyable part of her new found sex life, the taboo of revealing her most intimate moments and the inherent risks of it gave her immense excitement. Her display this time actually getting a round of applause from the young bikers.

"Keep watching, my friend will be cumming soon!" Emily told the lads.

"Does she need a hand?" Asked one, mostly joking.

"I don't think so; it looks as though she'll manage. Anyway, if she does, I'll do it!"

"Go on then!" That came from several of them.

Gina looked at Emily with an excited grin. "I'd like that! Let them watch you finger me, please sweetheart!" 

"Oh, all right." Emily addressed mock reluctance across the water and shuffled across to Gina's side.

"Do you fancy a shag while you're doing that?" A tall fair haired biker, apparently one of the leaders, offered.

"I wouldn't say no!" Answered Emily, with more than a little truth in her reply. She was longing to be fucked and he was one of the better looking. "It's a shame you can't reach from there!"

Gina was feeling just as randy "I tell you what; anybody who can get to this side can pick either of us to fuck, what do you say, Em?"

"Yep, jump, fly or swim, just get here and get laid!"

The group laughed and Emily turned her attention to Gina, sliding her hand over her friend's upper thigh and caressing her pussy lips. 

"Christ, I've never felt so horny, or so liberated. I think I could tackle just about anything tonight." Emily was meaning along sexual lines, and Gina understood.

"With you doing that and that lot watching, so could I. It's a pity there isn't a boat handy!"

Emily's hand had replaced Gina's in playing with her clit and Gina moved to her breasts, gripping tightly and pulling hard on both nipples, squirming from the mixture of pain and pleasure. "Jesus, Em, I think I'm getting to like pain."

"I'd do the same to your clit, but you're so fucking wet, my fingers would slip off."

"You can always lick me dry and then do it." Gina was sowing seeds, hoping that they might germinate into action.

"You want me to go down on you with those lads watching?" Emily hoped she did.

"Oh God, yes please." Gina's heart started thumping even harder at the thought, almost hammering out of her chest as Emily slithered down her body to turn the thought into reality.

Emily settled herself between Gina's legs, half kneeling and half lying, with her rump raised and her dress hiked to ensure her audience over the river could still see her body. Then she moved forward a little and brought her tongue down onto Gina's clitoris. The contact was deliberately very light, almost sensed rather than felt and Gina gasped with pleasure, pushing forward a little to increase the touch. But Emily was having none of that, as Gina moved forward so she moved back, always just touching the tip of Gina's clit with the tip of her tongue. The teasing was unbearable for Gina, who was already on the edge of cumming and desperately needed to climax. She pushed forward again, lunging her pussy at Emily's mouth, a mouth that simply withdrew a little further, maintaining the ordeal of nearly cumming a little longer. Gina groaned and gasped and panted, but still didn't quite orgasm. Even her own tormenting of her nipples couldn't quite send her over the edge.

From the other side of the river came the same whistles and catcalls that had started the session, for they could see Emily's behind rising higher into the air as she backed slowly away from Gina, and her pussy was becoming clearer to see all the time. None of the lads was sure, but they all thought (rightly) that they could also see her little puckered black arsehole on display again, and they were eager to let Emily know it.

In the end the teasing that Emily was meting out to Gina got just a little too much, and the older woman reached forward, grasped Emily's hair and pulled her mouth onto her clit while at the same time gyrating her hips, rubbing her wet pussy over Emily's face and smearing her juices all over it. Emily took the hint finally and gripped the little bud of her clit between lip covered teeth, gently biting so that Gina's own gyrations pulled and tugged on her, taking her ever closer to the edge.

Gina grabbed her breasts once more and, still moving her hips to pull on her clit, she pinched her nipples between finger and thumb, digging her nails into her own soft flesh as she pulled hard on them, the flash of extra pain finally sending into orgasm. Her hips and pelvis jumped and thrust as she climaxed, and Emily was simply unable to maintain her grip on the slippery clitoris, but she managed to use her hand to grip Gina's pussy and rub her thumb over her clit, keeping the sensations going. 

"Fucking hell, yes! Oh yes, that's good. I'm there. I'm cumming!" Gina kept up a running commentary as her orgasm swept through her, words running from her non-stop as she lost control, thrashing her head from side to side and bucking with her hips in total ecstasy. Slowly but surely the waves of pleasure died away, leaving Gina limp and lost, just gently moving her hips against Emily's mouth, a quiet stream of nearly unintelligible words still coming from her.

As Gina's orgasm subsided Emily loosened her grip and stopped rotating her thumb against her clit in preparation for moving away to allow Gina to recover, but she wouldn't let her, grabbing her hair once more to hold Emily's face in contact with her pussy. 

"No! Don't stop. I'm going to cum again in a minute, I've not finished yet."

It was difficult to believe that Gina wasn't fully spent. Her face was drained and covered with a shiny film of sweat, her body was lying limp on the grass and her legs were trembling form the intensity of her receding climax, but she was holding Emily hard against her pussy and still softly moving her hips. Emily began once more to lick her. 

Emily had learned a little more about how to give oral sex to another woman. She had thought about how Gina had done it to her, and which parts she had enjoyed most, and also which things she had wanted Gina to do more of. With this in mind she began to run her tongue down the length of Gina's cleft, just on the inside of her labia, gently sweeping it across her folds down to the base and onto her perineum, then back up, pausing to delve briefly into her vagina before flicking the tip of her tongue over Gina's clitoris on her way to the top. Then she repeated the journey down the other side, and up via the middle. Gina was groaning and writhing under this treatment, getting so near, but not quite, to her climax.

"Oh, yes, that's it, lick my clit." Gina loved to talk dirty during sex.

"That's right, go on, push your tongue up my cunt." 

Emily was already doing as Gina was asking, until frustration set in and Gina wanted more. "Oh, for fucks sake bring me off! Finger me, or do something, I'm so fucking close, finish me off somehow!"

Emily began to insert two fingers into Gina's pussy, but then she remembered Gina's strange request from the other night. Pulling them out again brought a moan of disapproval from Gina, but she didn't take them far. She just travelled a little south to Gina's anus, where she wriggled first one, and then two fingers, past her sphincter muscles and into her rectum. Gina reacted with a groan that contained the word 'yes' somewhere within it and pushed herself hard against Emily's probing fingers. Emily began thrusting her fingers into Gina in a slow but deliberate rhythm, at the same time licking her clitoris once more with the tip of her tongue. It did not take much of that before Gina was teetering on the edge once more.

"Oh, darling, I love that, thank you, I didn't think you would, yes push harder, push your fingers right in 'cos I'm cummiiinnnngggg!" 

Gina's orgasm arrived at last and once again Emily found herself unable to keep her mouth in contact with Gina's pitching and jerking pussy. Fortunately her fingers were deeply and firmly embedded in her arse and stayed there all the way through Gina's involuntary spasms. This time Gina really was spent, her body was shivering with spent emotion, her legs and arms simply no longer answered her call and her chest heaved as her heart pounded. Reluctantly she moved up just a little so that Emily's fingers were dislodged and she was able to lower her aching legs.

Up to that point the two women had forgotten all about their audience, but now Emily looked around, realising suddenly that all was quiet. The far bank was empty, their viewers had gone.

"Well, that's a bugger! Those bikers have fucked off!" She was very surprised, believing that they had really wanted to watch her with Gina.

"Right now I'm too knackered to care. Ye Gods, you made me cum like an express train." Gina's voice was still breathless.

Emily looked around at Gina again and, taking in the sight properly this time, burst into laughter. Gina lay on her back, naked to the waist, her blouse on the ground next to her in an untidy heap and her wrap around skirt crumpled somewhere around her waist. Her breasts wore the red marks of her own torture and her skin ran with sweat. Her legs were loosely together, but not enough to hide her pussy and her arms were just thrown out beside her.

"At least I'm still wearing my clothes." Emily stated, smiling at her friend.

"But only just girl, only just." Gina smiled back wanly, too tired to do it properly. In the absence of anyone to show off to, they began to straighten themselves out until they were once again at least covered, if not smart.

"What do you think happened to those bikers?" Asked Emily, still puzzled by their disappearance.

"I don't know and I don't much care!"

"Yeah, ok. But what do we do now? Have you had enough for tonight or do you want to see who else comes along?" Emily didn't think Gina would want any more, but she was surprised by the answer.




Emily Ch. 05



"What say we hang on a little while, at least until I get my breath back, and see what happens? If someone tasty comes by we can always up skirts and show ourselves, but if not let's go home and make love." 

"Good God, you mean you want more?" Emily was astounded.

"I dunno, I just think I want to be fucked, I just need something in me, especially if it's you with my dildo. A good fucking would really finish the night off, don't you think?"

Emily did think, the idea sounded good to her too, but then, so did another exhibitionist session. "Ok, lets just lie here for a bit. But if you don't mind I'm going to have my legs open a bit, just to see who wants to look."

Gina nodded and relaxed back onto the grass, her knees primly together. Emily lay back, but lay partly on her side with her head resting on an extended arm so that she could see the far path, her legs open just enough for a cool breeze to play across her overheated pussy.

This was the time of evening when not so many people were about. The 'before dinner' walkers had mostly gone home, but the 'night owls' were yet to put in an appearance, and for a little while there was nobody to be seen from either direction. To Emily this meant that the tension and anticipation began to dissipate and, to her surprise, she felt her eyelids getting heavy. Falling asleep under the warmth of the evening sun would have been easy, but it was not on the agenda for tonight and Emily forced her eyelids apart again.

Opening her eyes and looking round Emily was immediately struck by a number of things. For one thing Gina was sleeping quietly beside her, the white woman's eyes tight shut and her mouth just a little open. For another, the sun was far lower than it had been moments before, betraying the fact that she had not been so quick to open her sleepy eyes as she thought she had. Like Gina she had fallen asleep. The last thing was the sound of motorcycle engines somewhere in the vicinity, the noise Emily realised, that had dragged her back to wakefulness.

"Gina!" Emily stage whispered her friend. "Gina, wake up, we've been asleep."

Gina woke immediately and completely, raising her head fully conscious and alert. "So what? So we've been asleep? I bloody needed it!"

"Are you always grumpy in the morning?" Emily asked jokingly.

"Morning? It can't be fucking morning!" Gina reacted with alarm, and then noticed the sun was still in the west. "You bastard, you got me going then!"

"Many things have tonight, methinks!" Emily diverted the conversation towards sex again.

"Ain't that the truth? And I could still do with a shag!"

Emily was surprised for just a few seconds, until she realised the same was true about herself. "Those bikers are around again somewhere, see if you can find a boat or a bridge and your wish might just come true."

"Oh! Er! Emily, I don't think we're going to need either." Gina's voice sounded strange and Emily looked around in alarm, only to find the statement awfully true. Standing only a few yards from the recumbent women stood three of the aforesaid bikers grinning like Cheshire cats, including the fair-haired leader and it was he who spoke first.

"Get here and get laid, you said. Get here and pick who you want to fuck, you said. Well, we've got here, and now we're gonna hold you to it, I said!"

Gina jumped to her feet, thoroughly alarmed. "Fucking hell, we can't cope with your lot, there must be a dozen of you! How the hell did you get here anyway?"

The biker laughed. "No, there's only us three, the others went home, and we got here by motorbike. You're not the only one to know all the little tracks and back roads. Anyway we don't really expect you to go through with it, we just thought we'd give you a shock."

Emily climbed to her feet. "Well, now we're going to give you one." She squared her shoulders and looked at him. "Pick who you want and you can fuck us! Yes, Gina?" Emily had committed them without consulting her, but Gina was game anyway!

The biker leader looked at Emily. "Then you're mine, and they can keep their hands off." He indicated his two mates. "I've never had a black girl, and you look nice anyway."

"Then I guess they're mine." Gina tried to sound resigned, but her pleasure and excitement shone through.

"What's your name?" The biker asked as he advanced towards Emily.

"Emily."

"Hello Emily. I'm Nathan. And now we've been introduced...." He put his arms around her and gathered her in, his mouth meeting hers in a surprisingly passionate kiss. Emily couldn't help but respond, and her arms easily found their way around Nathan's back, holding him to her and matching his passion. 

Eventually Nathan broke the kiss and put his hands on Emily's shoulders to hold her at arms length, grinning as he looked her up and down.

"Phew! Do you always kiss like that?" He was impressed, but then, so was Emily.

"Only with someone worth kissing." She spoke lightly, but meant it.

Nathan's hands left her shoulders and began undoing the buttons down the front of her dress while she stood meekly and let him. He had to stoop to undo the last few, but soon she stood before him, the dress hanging from her shoulders, her body open to his scrutiny. He seemed to like what he saw, for a smile of appreciation played around his mouth as he kicked off his motorcycle boots and hauled his sweatshirt over his head.

Wearing just his jeans Nathan stepped forward and unhooked her dress from Emily's shoulders, letting it fall to the ground and leaving her naked. His eyes scanned her body as he undid his belt and zip, then, in a single movement he slipped his jeans and boxers down together and stepped clear, as naked now as Emily. He had, Emily noted with pleasant anticipation, an even larger erection than Maurice.

They came together now to share another passionate kiss with skin pressed against skin, but at the same time Nathan pressed on Emily's shoulders, gently but firmly forcing her to the ground until the two lay side by side on the grass, still locked in each other's arms and still kissing ardently.

When they finally came up for air Emily took a quick look around to see how Gina was faring. She was also naked, her clothes in a pile around her feet, and she was standing with her legs apart, while one of the other bikers stood in front of her with his hand on her crotch. Her eyes were closed and her head was back, leaning on the shoulder of the second man, who was kissing her neck from behind. Her mouth was open and Emily could see her chest rising and falling with excitement. The second biker stood directly behind her, his arms around her, pinning her own arms to her side and his hands cupping her breasts. Gina was very obviously enjoying the attention she was receiving and Emily felt pleased for her.

Emily's own position was that she was lying almost exactly where and how she had lain all evening, her head away from the river and her feet towards it, potentially displaying herself once more to any passer-by. She had not forgotten the purpose of their visit here this evening and she was pleased with the possibilities. Maybe, just maybe, she could be seen having full sex. The prospect excited her.

Nathan broke her reverie by turning her face back towards him with his hand and planting another kiss on her lips. This time his tongue found its way snake like into her mouth and his hand found its way to her breast. Emily held him closer, her heart beating faster and her pussy lubricating in readiness. 

Only Gina and Maurice, apart from herself, had ever played with Emily's breasts and they had both done it in much the same way, squeezing and moulding the flesh with the palm of their hands, but Nathan was different. He used his fingertips to grip into the tissue, to pull and milk her breast, clutching it hard enough to hurt but still give enjoyment, as he manipulated her flesh. She gasped with pleasure and surprise and automatically pushed herself towards him, her arms tightening around his neck.

Soon Nathan's mouth replaced his fingers on her breast and as he took her nipple into his mouth to suck and nibble on it, his hand found its way between her legs, playing with her clitoris the way he had played with her boob. Emily's back arched from the stimulation and she moaned with need.

"Fuck me, Nathan." She couldn't wait to feel him inside her. She had now almost forgotten where she was and who she was with; she just needed this young man to fill her with his cock.

Nathan did not need to be asked again, he was as horny as Emily and just as eager to fuck her as she was to receive him. Hooking his leg over Emily's Nathan clambered on top of her and lowered himself to bring his cock in contact with her pussy. Emily had seen his erection and expected it to fill her completely, so she spread herself as wide as she could, drawing her legs back and wrapping them around his back. As the head of his cock touched her pussy she instinctively tensed, waiting for the sensation of penetration, a sensation she was not yet too familiar with.

"Relax, we're both going to enjoy this." 

His words sounded good in Emily's ears, as if he meant what he said, and she forced herself to relax and accept him. Even so, she was very conscious of his girth as he pushed his cock into her tunnel; he did indeed fill her up, but pleasantly and without discomfort. 

Nathan began to fuck her, thrusting in and out steadily and deliberately, but with increasing power and speed as his arousal grew and she became accustomed to him. Before long he was powering into her, plunging deep and hard, making her body jolt with the force of his thrusts. 

Emily looked across to Gina to express her joy to her friend, but Gina was well occupied herself. She had one of her biker lovers laid flat on the ground and was crouching over him, his cock buried deep in her pussy as she laid herself flat on his chest, her own knees tucked up tight beneath her. Behind her the other man was lining up to introduce his cock into her very exposed arsehole. Emily had never seen anal sex before and she was fascinated by the sight, especially as Gina's position facing not quite directly away from Emily gave her the perfect view. She held tight to Nathan, who was driving into her as hard as he could go, while at the same time keeping her head turned to watch Gina take two cocks at the same time. Emily was not sure if she would enjoy it herself, but the cries and moans from Gina revealed that she was in heaven with it. 

"Look at Gina, she's got both of your friends in her at once, I wonder what that feels like." Emily just had to share her curiosity with Nathan.

Nathan looked across at Gina and his fellow bikers. "Fucking hell! I didn't think Dave liked putting it in a woman's arse." Nathan's voice contained surprise and admiration. "Now that is some sight." He was still fucking Emily for all he was worth and both of them were feeling those first tell tale signs of approaching orgasm. The close up view of a double penetration was helping both of them along the way.

"Well I'll be damned! There's a bloomin' orgy goin' on across there look." The man's voice came clearly across the river and Nathan froze. 

"The lucky buggers!" A second male voice. Neither Emily nor Nathan could see how many folk there were, but however many it was, they must have got a perfect view of Nathan's cock fucking Emily's pussy, and the thought bothered Nathan. 

"You say 'lucky buggers' now, but you wouldn't do it when I gave you the chance, Frank, now would you?" A woman's voice chimed in and the laughter told of two couples on the opposite bank.

Nathan made to pull out, he was not used to having spectators, but Emily clamped her arms and legs firmly around him.

"No, please don't stop now. I'm nearly cumming." She didn't say that she was nearly cumming because of her audience rather then in spite of them. "Look, the others aren't stopping." She waved towards Gina and her men.

In point of fact, the biker beneath Gina had little say in the matter and the one behind her was too close to shooting into her arse to care. Gina, of course, genuinely loved the attention.

"Come on, fuck me, shoot your load up me." Emily was trying to persuade Nathan, who was still buried deep inside her but unmoving, while he tried to get to grips with an audience.

In spite of his misgivings Nathan was finding the idea stimulating, just so long as he didn't look around, and he began again to pump in and out of Emily.

"I'll give 'em their due, they aren't bloody stopping, are they?" It was Frank again.

"I don't think I could keep going, knowing there was people watchin'" The first man sounded doubtful.

"Oh, I think I could." This was a new female voice.

"Married to her for twenty years and I learn something new every day!" The first man spoke again, bringing more laughter across the water to where five people were all closing in on their orgasms.

"Oh, my God, Yeesss! Yeesss! Yyeeessssss!!" The first to climax was Gina, her cries echoing across the river as a tremendously powerful orgasm shook her.

"I've not heard you make a noise like that for a year or two, Jan!" Frank was making fun of his wife.

"You might if we stay here much longer! Watching them is turning me on!"

"Ayup! We'd best get off home then!"

The laughter receded down the path as the four watchers went on their way.

Gina's anal lover came next, pumping his load into her with intense, but silent, thrusts right up inside her rectum. Gina was never sure if he had prevented himself from vocalising because of their visitors, or was naturally a quiet lover. As she told Emily afterwards, the expression on his face when he came was that of someone desperately trying to be quiet. 

Emily, Nathan, and the other biker all climaxed at roughly the same time, though only Gina realised her other lover had come. He too was fairly quiet, just letting loose a strange sort of growl deep in his throat as he pumped his cum into Gina's pussy, pushing hard against her with his pelvis.

Nathan proved to be the most demonstrative of all, almost drowning out Emily's clenched teeth wail with full throated shouts. There were no words in his cries, just animal noises of pure joy as his spunk splashed against the walls of Emily's vagina and splattered her cervix. His last few strokes, delivered as his orgasm mounted, were so hard and strong that he pushed Emily several feet along the grass, giving her grass skid marks on her shoulders and behind, and a splinter in her bottom from a twig she hadn't seen. But she felt none of these things, carried away by her own climax and the pure delight of receiving Nathan's cum, Emily cried out in joy, even thanking God for bringing such pleasure to her.

A few minutes later, still lying limp and breathless on top of Emily, Nathan squeezed her affectionately, the first sign that this was more then an opportunistic shag. 

"Can I take you out tomorrow?" he asked her.

Emily was astonished, but more than happy to agree. "Yes." She said simply.

"I'll pick you up outside the camp gates at half six, ok?"

"But how did you know..?" She was astonished again.

"I bought burgers from you a few days ago I fancied you then too!"

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For the first part of the journey home Gina and Emily sat silently side by side in the cab of the pick-up, until Gina pulled into a lay-by, switched off the engine and turned to Emily.

"I'll tell you what's bothering me, if you tell me what's bothering you, ok?"

Emily nodded without speaking; she was feeling suddenly insecure once again.

"Well, there are two things worrying me." Gina began hesitantly. "Can you promise me faithfully, as a friend, that you will never let Maurice find out what we did tonight?"

Emily looked at her strangely. "I thought that went without saying."

"It's just that, if he ever found out that I'd had sex with another man - two other men, he'd divorce me, and I love him!"

"He'll never hear from me, I promise. Now what's your other problem?"

"You are!"

Emily looked at her even more strangely. "How?"

"I could see in your face tonight that you fancy that biker, what's his name?"

"Nathan, yes I do, and he's taking me out tomorrow. But does that matter?"

"I don't know. How is it going to affect us? Will we still be together? You know I love you, don't you, Em?"

Emily found to her surprise that she actually already did know, and also that she loved Gina. "And you know that I love you, and just like you can love me and Maurice at the same time, there is no reason why wanting Nathan will stop me wanting you, is there?"

Gina looked a little mollified. "I suppose...."

"Now, I need your help on something please, seriously!" Emily was looking at Gina very intently.

"Ok, fire away, if I can help, I will." 

"I let Nathan cum inside me! What if I'm pregnant?"

"No contraception, eh? Guess what? I don't need it with Maurice so nor had I! And I'm old enough to know better." Emily looked horrified at Gina's admission. "Never mind, first thing in the morning you and I will go and see the camp doctor. I'm sure he'll let us gave 'morning-after pills' this once. Then we'll have to get you set up with the coil or something, 'cos I guess you have got yourself a proper sex life at long last." 



Emily Ch. 06



The heat wave has finally broken and the evening air is wonderfully cool. For now the woman who sits next to me nervously is Emily, a free woman. But once our car arrives she will become an almost nameless slave to be used at, and for, my pleasure. 

I say almost because for tonight she will be referred to as a number so that she can be identified among the other slaves and submissives.

"Will there be many other submissives at this party?" Emily asks.

She's nervous. Perhaps even having second thoughts. Emily has never been to a party like this one.

"We don't have to go, if you'd rather not," I reassure her. "There'll be another sometime in the next few months I'm sure. We play these games for our mutual pleasure."

"I still want to go," is Emily's reply.

I smile as I look Emily up and down. She wears a simple black cotton dress that hugs her curves and simple black leather shoes. Hardly what would be considered slutty attire, but I find it quite attractive. And easily removed.

Headlights sweep an arc as a car turns up onto the driveway. Emily shifts from her chair to a kneeling position by my feet and bows her head. A beautifully restored black sedan pulls up by the deck. I rise and walk toward the car. Emily rises and follows just behind me.

The driver, one of Rebecca's subs whose car this is, emerges and opens the side door. Rebecca is in the back.

Pulling a black hood from my jacket pocket, I address Emily, "26, put this on and ride up front with the driver."

"Yes, Sir," she responds. I hand her the hood and slide into the back seat. 

Emily pulls the hood on, carefully pulling her hair through the opening in the back. Once it's on she adjusts it slightly so that the only other opening is positioned around her nose and mouth.

Rebecca and I exchange greetings and watch the driver assist Emily into the front passenger seat. Down the driveway we go and we start toward our destination.

Rebecca smirks and leans in close. She whispers quietly into my ear, "My driver is pretty wound up. Is she shareable?"

I grin. Rebecca is, as I believe I've mentioned before, so thoughtful. Better to find out how Emily will react now than later.

I lean forward and address Emily so that she can hear me through the hood, "Our driver seems to be a bit tense, 26. See what you can do to relax him. But do be careful not to wreck the car."

She turns her head in the driver's general direction and pauses for a moment. Finding the seat belt clasp, she lets it go free. Emily's hands move slowly across the black leather bench seat until they find the driver's leg. I hear the leather creak as she turns and leans down. 

Rebecca and I lean a little over the back of the front seat and watch as she carefully slides blindly across the wide seat until her head rests on his thigh. The driver adjusts his position, sliding down a bit to give Emily as much space as he can. Emily's hands are on the bulge in his slacks.

We can't really see what is going on. Emily's covered head, barely visible in the dim light, begins to bob slowly and I think I can hear suckling sounds. The driver moans.

"That's enough," Rebecca declares sitting back. "Boy, put your cock away. Now."

"Yes, Mistress Rebecca," the driver replies with just the hint of a whimper.

Emily slowly sits back up as the driver adjusts his pants with one hand.

"If I'm going to let you get off then I at least want a good show," continues Rebecca.

"It's a quiet road," I offer. "We haven't seen another car in some time."

Rebecca smiles at me and looks around.

"It is. Boy, pull over under that next street lamp," she commands.

The car slows quickly and pulls off onto the shoulder.

"Get out, boy," Rebecca sings smiling.

"Yes, Mistress Rebecca," he answers and quickly exits the car.

We get out and walk around to the passenger side. The side of the road is grassy and soft. Perfect. I open the door.

"Out, 26," I order. "And kneel."

Emily carefully slides out of the car and positions herself in the grass.

"Come here, boy," Rebecca says motioning to spot in front of Emily.

Rebecca reaches down and slowly opens our driver's pants. She tugs his rigid cock free and grips it just behind the head. A droplet of pre cum leaks out.

"Ooh, you are excited," she teases. "But I'm feeling like a little sport, so you're at the mercy of Slave 26, here. You are to stand here with your hands behind your back. On my mark, 26 has two minutes to suck you off. After 2 minutes, whether you've blown your load or not, we get back in the car and leave. Think of it as an exercise in orgasm control. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," he pants. "Thank you, Mistress."

"26, don't make a mess of your clothing. Swallow everything," is my only comment. I mean what I say, but the implication is that 26 is to make sure that the driver does indeed empty his load into her mouth.

Rebecca looks at her watch and says, "Go!"

Emily reaches out blindly and after a few seconds guides her mouth onto the driver's waiting cock. He tilts his head back and moans quietly as Rebecca and I watch the show.

Rebecca looks up and down the quiet road and, loud enough for Emily to hear, says, "She's quite the cock sucker. I doubt if my boy will last even a minute. Do you plan to have her certified?"

"Maybe. We'll see," I reply.

Her driver can't take it any more. His hands come out from behind his back and he grabs Emily by the head. Throwing his head back with a loud grunt he pumps his cock into Emily's mouth wildly. I hear Emily gag and sputter, but Rebecca and I watch with amusement.

"Fucking take it, slut," he barks.

After a few seconds his orgasm subsides. The driver sighs and pulls his flaccid cock from Emily's mouth. Her chin is covered in drool and cum and some has dripped onto her dress.

"You've gotten your mask and dress a bit messy, but not your fault I think. You've done well," I say touching her shoulder lightly to let her know that I'm there. "That cock belongs to Rebecca, so be sure to thank her."

"Thank you, Sir," Emily answers. "Thank you, Mistress Rebecca, for allowing me to suck one of your cocks."

"How well behaved she is," Rebecca says kindly. Then her face turns dark. "Unlike you, boy, who could not even obey a simple command."

Her hand whips out and she slaps the driver across the face hard enough to make him stagger. I'm a little surprised at how hard she hits him, but some of her toys do like it to be pretty rough. I'd be surprised if he didn't have a black eye tomorrow.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," he howls falling to his knees at her feet.

"Strip, you miserable dog," Rebecca yells. "I know how to deal with this."

Her driver crawls to her feet and tries to kiss them.

"Please, Mistress. Please. I try," he begs.

"You do try," she purrs gently.

Crouching she runs her hand through his hair and down to under his chin. Rebecca lifts the slave's chin until his eyes meet hers.

"But you fail," she says flatly with a look as cold as death. "Strip."

"Yes Mistress," his tone is full of sorrow.

She rises to her feet and leans against the car. Emotional torture was never my thing, so I find the whole scene a bit distasteful. But - some people are obviously really into it.

He stands naked, clothes in hand. Rebecca takes the clothing and empties the pockets into a zip lock bag, careful to keep the keys, and chucks the clothing off to the side of the road.

He falls to his knees and pleads, "Please, Mistress. Please forgive me."

"If I hear your voice again tonight I swear I will stitch your fucking lips shut. Do you understand me, you worthless piece of shit?"

He nods.

I'm trying to remember what I told Emily about Rebecca. I remember warning her that she could be pretty rough, but I had no idea it was going to be one of THOSE nights. 

I'm watching Emily for her reactions. She seems calm. Of course, for a martial artist to be calm could mean any number of things. And Emily had been studying Brazilian Ju Jitsu at a no-nonsense school for several years.

The trunk of the car flips open. Rebecca opens a bag and pulls out a straight jacket. It only takes a minute to get him buckled in snugly. Then she points to the open trunk. It's a big trunk. A huge trunk. They don't make cars this big anymore. He's going to rattle around in there like a bean in a maraca.

"Get your ass in," she barks.

It looks for a moment like he might say "Yes Mistress", but then remembers her warning and nods. He climbs into the trunk and rolls over so he can look up at her. Rebecca slams the trunk closed. I hope the exhaust system doesn't leak.

While this is going on, I wipe Emily's face with a clean handkerchief.

Leaning against the trunk Rebecca sighs and says, "I'm really sorry about that. I'll deal with him later. You still up for the party?"

I place my hand on Emily's shoulder. She is definitely tense, but nods her head just enough for me to see.

"Hell, yeah," I answer. "Arthur's parties are not something to miss."

"Cool. I'll drive," Rebecca says walking around the car.

I help Emily into the back and then get into the front. Rebecca reaches for the dashboard air controls, which I think is odd until I notice that one of them is labeled "trunk".

"He spends a fair amount of time in there," she says.

It's going to be an interesting night.