by Swan, Carol
Emma noticed Chad was still rock hard. “You didn’t come yet?” she asked, surprised.
“Yet.” Chad stood in front of her, his erection in front of her face. Emma took the hint and opened her mouth so Chad could put his dick inside.
Slowly, she rolled her tongue around the tip and then sucked and licked until she could feel his cum pulsing its way up his shaft. Chad pulled his cock half way out of her mouth and as he came, he watched intently as his cum filled her mouth and dripped down her chin. Emma swallowed and licked at the salty fluid, enjoying the look of naked pleasure on his face.
Chad grabbed a scissors from the end table and cut off the ties. As Emma stood, she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror. Her face was sticky and shining with Chad’s fluid and her ass was fire engine red. “Damn,” she said, turning to look at Chad, “what are you going to do to me next time?”
Chad laughed. “We’ll have one more meeting before I leave town, and I promise it will be one you’ll never forget.” Emma couldn’t wait.
* * * * *
The next day, Emma arrived at work early. Her ass still smarted from the beating she took from Chad last night, and every time she sat, she smiled at the memory.
Maybe spanking wasn’t her thing, but she must remember to thank Jenny for introducing her to Chad. Her confidence had grown so much this past week, and she felt like a new woman.
“Good morning. Feeling better?”
Emma was pulled from her daydream by Max’s sultry tones in her ear.
“Yes, thank you.” She smiled up at him.
“Emma, I was wondering, would you like to come to go to a movie with me tonight?”
Emma was taken aback … a movie? Surely that was code for Emma, I want to fuck you tonight.
“Um, sure,” she said, smiling up into his handsome face, “what time?”
“I’ll pick you up about 8:30. Text me your address,” he said and gave her a wink as he turned to go.
At home that evening, Emma and Jenny sat in Jenny’s room once again, raiding her wardrobe.
“So, you suck his cock, promise him more, and then he asks you to a movie?” Jenny asked, summing up their conversation.
“Yup, that’s pretty much it,” Emma said, staring at the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
The girls had settled on a denim mini skirt with a white tank top and a pair of wedges, casual but sexy for an early-evening cinema date.
“Maybe he’ll bring you to a make-out place after, and you guys can go to second base.” Jenny giggled.
Emma laughed at her friend and threw a pillow at her. She had to admit, Max had thrown her. Maybe it was the kinkiness of the encounters she had all week in comparison, but this felt very vanilla after their first encounter this week.
At 8:25, there was a knock on the door and Max stood there with a bouquet of blue lilies.
“Wow, they’re beautiful,” Emma gasped, “thank you.”
Leaving Jenny to place them in water, Emma and Max headed off on their date.
“So, what movie would you like to see?” Emma asked in the car.
“I should probably explain, Emma,” Max said, glancing over at his date. “This is a small theatre with very limited releases, but I think you’re really going to enjoy the movie I picked.”
Emma was still confused, but decided to play along.
The movie theatre was a small, back-alley building that sold liquor in the foyer. Emma ordered a double vodka and coke and they went into the screening room. The room was bigger than Emma had expected. Several couples were dotted around the room in the large, two-person seats as well as several men on their own. Making their way half-way up the aisle, they took their seats just as the lights went down.
As the credits rolled, Emma was happy to see the film was in English, at least. The movie opened with a man and a woman, lying in bed, kissing. As the kissing grew steamier Emma glanced around the theatre. The couples were all making out furiously or petting one another. Emma glanced back at the screen and realized that the man was now placing his cock in his co-star’s mouth. It was porn.
Her mouth hanging open, she turned to look at Max, who was studying her carefully, a look of anticipation on his face. As their eyes met, they both dissolved into silent fits of laughter until tears rolled down their cheeks.
When she recovered from the shock, Emma began watching the other people in the theatre. In the row across from them, a woman was sucking frantically on her partner’s cock while a man a couple of seats over masturbated furiously. Another couple in front of them had been joined by one of the other single men, and the woman’s partner watched as she gave him a hand job. All around her, people were sucking, licking, fucking.
Glancing at Max, she realized that while she had been watching everyone else, he had only been watching her. Taking her cue from some of the other women, she pulled her tank top over her head and undid her bra. Brazenly, she sipped on her vodka and coke and turned her face back to the screen. The woman was being penetrated anally. Emma felt herself get moist as she watched the man’s huge dick stretch out her tiny pink hole.
Leaning over to Max, she whispered in his ear, “I want you to do that to me.”
She watched his pupils dilate as he imagined fucking her asshole and he whispered back, “Not here, but soon.”
Max grabbed her chin and began to kiss her gently at first, then harder. Suddenly, he pulled away and raised his hand up with a flat palm. Emma realized a man had been coming over to join them. He stopped a couple of seats away and raised an eyebrow to Max.
“I let him know he can’t join in, but I told him he could watch. Is that okay with you, Emma?”
Emma glanced at the man, mid-forties, short black hair, tall and reasonably attractive. He was watching her for her response and she blew him a kiss. The man smiled and undid his pants, letting his erection bounce out and he began to massage it. Somehow, this managed to turn Emma on. She felt like she was on fire.
Turning her attention back to Max, she began to unzip his pants. She couldn’t wait to see his big, hard cock again; she had been dreaming about it all week. Slowly, she began to massage it with her hand as Max slipped his hand up her short denim skirt. He moved her panties to the side and began to rub her clit. Emma moaned and licked her lips as his long, experienced fingers entered her. His thumb was circling her clit and he had three fingers inside her. She felt her juices flow out all over his hand as he worked her.
Emma leaned forward and took Max’s throbbing cock in her mouth. She put her ass in the air, facing the other man so he could watch Max finger her.
Around this time, Emma realized there was another man to his left, watching her. She rubbed Max’s dick all over her face and mouth, but kept eye contact with the other man as she licked and sucked him. She watched in satisfaction as the man hit a climax and came all over himself. Emma was pleased with this reaction.
Turning her attention back to Max, she realized he was watching her with an amused expression on his face.
“You’re quite the exhibitionist, aren’t you?” he whispered and he pulled her up onto his lap.
His thick cock slipped into her wet pussy and Emma bounced up and down quickly on it. Max began to play with her asshole again and she felt her nerve endings in her little pink hole tingle.
“We need to stretch you out before I put my cock in there,” Max teased.
“Oh, Max,” Emma moaned louder than expected.
She was bucking on top of him now and as the first waves of her orgasm began, Max slipped a finger right up her ass. Gasping, Emma came harder than ever before and she cried out. She watched Max’s face as he came, pushing hard into her.
When they had finished, Emma slipped back into her seat and adjusted her underwear back into place and put on her top and bra.
Other couples were still moaning and groaning around them and no one seemed to be watching the movie, just each other.
“Will we go?” Max whispered.
Emma nodded and they slipped out by the man who had been watching them.
“Thank you for coming!” he said as they passed, and Emma gave him a wink.
“No, thank you for coming.”
* * * * *
Emma woke the next morning with a smile, remembering her date with Max. They had laughed the whole way home in the car at the shock on Emma’s face.
They had sat talking for over an hour outside Emma’s house until Jenny’s curtain-twitching had become too much and Emma had to go inside to tell her all about her date. They were meeting up tomorrow to attend a charity ball run by their company. He was out of town on business today, so Emma had booked a half day off work to go meet Chad before he left Seattle.
Work dragged by, and Emma squirmed in her seat all day with excitement. Finally, 1 p.m. arrived and she made her way to Chad’s hotel. Knocking on his door, she was surprised when another man answered.
“Oh, sorry, I must have the wrong room,” she said, turning to go.
“No, this is Chad’s room. I’m Roberto, his business partner. Please come in.” Roberto stood back to let Emma in and her heart sank. She had been so looking forward to her last meeting with Chad, and now it looked like he was too busy with work.
Inside, Chad was sitting on the bed in his suit pants and shirt with no tie, taking off his watch.
“Ah, Emma at last,” he said, standing up and kissing her cheek. “I see you have met our partner for the afternoon."
Emma glanced at Roberto, confused. He was short, maybe an inch taller than Emma and tanned with dark hair and dark eyes. What did Chad mean “our partner”?
Roberto walked over to her and kissed her softly on the lips. “No need to worry, beautiful,” he said, taking her hand and walking her to the bed. “Chad has asked me to join you, for your pleasure only.”
Emma looked to Chad for an explanation as Roberto sat down beside her on the bed and began stroking her back with his thumb.
“Today, Emma, you are going to tell us exactly what you would like us to do to you. Indulge your fantasies, anything you want.”
Emma thought for a moment. “I want you both to fuck me,” she said thoughtfully.
“A hole for each of us?” Roberto asked.
“No, I’m saving that for someone,” Emma said, smiling, thinking of Max. “I want you both to fuck me, and then I want you both to come on my face.”
Chad and Roberto smiled at each and they began to undress. Roberto was already hard, Emma noticed. Quickly, she stripped off and the two men began to lick and kiss her body.
“Roberto, lick my pussy,” Emma demanded, and he began to do so with gusto. He lapped at her wet pussy with his tongue as Chad watched and stroked his cock.
“Chad, in my mouth,” Emma ordered her friend and he straddled her chest and placed his cock in her mouth.
Soon, Emma needed to be penetrated. “Who wants to fuck me first?” Emma asked.
Roberto didn’t need to be asked twice. Wiping her juices from his chin, he thrust his short, fat cock into her dripping pussy and began to move in and out quickly.
“Slow down there, buddy,” Emma teased. “Remember what I said about coming on my face,” she reminded him.
Roberto pulled out, taking a break, and Chad flipped Emma on her knees and entered her from behind.
Emma moaned as his long cock pressed places Roberto’s hadn’t. Roberto was in front of her now, holding his throbbing cock in front of her face. Emma opened her mouth and he put it in. She could taste herself on his dick and as Chad fucked her and she sucked her own juices off Roberto’s dick, she came, hard.
When he was sure she had finished, Chad joined Roberto at her face and the two of them rubbed their cocks on her face and in and out of her mouth. Emma felt her pussy throbbing once more and she began to play with her clit.
Suddenly, Roberto began to ejaculate little drops of hot cum into her mouth. Emma drank it down like nectar and Roberto squirted over her face—rivers of cum rolled over her lips and into her mouth. Emma licked her mouth with her tongue and Chad began to squirt his ejaculate all over her lips. She opened her mouth and he blew his load into it, the sight of her cum covered face making him moan. Emma felt herself come for the second time, her body quivered until finally, exhausted, she lay on the bed, panting.
When she recovered, Emma hopped in the shower. By the time she came out, Roberto was gone, and Chad was packing his suitcases. Emma leaned against the door frame, watching him.
“Thanks for everything this week, Chad,” Emma said.
“It was my pleasure,” Chad said, flashing her his devilish grin. “But seriously Emma, you are a very sexual woman. Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want.”
“I won’t—not anymore,” she said and she kissed him on the cheek and walked out the door.
* * * * *
The next evening, Emma got ready for the work party. Her stomach bubbled with the excitement of seeing Max that night.
Earlier that day, she visited the sex shop Jenny had recommended to her. She had arranged a special surprise for him. She found one of the diamond butt plugs that Sarah had been wearing. It was now inserted in her ass, ready for Max to find later on.
Emma slipped her feet into her silver stilettos and studied herself in the mirror. Gone was the mousey brown and black that she had worn for years. Tonight, she wore a long red dress with a slit right up to her hip. Her hair was in a loose chignon and her makeup was sultry. Her taxi beeped outside and she ran out of the house, eager to meet her date.
As Emma walked into the ballroom at the hotel, she felt all eyes turn to her. Most of the other women were in muted colors: nude, white, black. The old Emma would have been mortified to be the center of attention, but using her new-found confidence, she strutted right over to the bar where Max was waiting.
“Emma, wow,” he said, “just wow.”
“Thank you,” she said, calling the bartender over to order a drink. Suddenly, she felt an arm slip around her waist from the opposite side of Max. Confused, she looked up and saw Peter Harris, another co-worker from her floor. He had obviously been drinking for quite a while—his tux was already dishevelled and she could smell alcohol.
“Well, damn, Emma!” he slurred as he peered down the neckline of her dress into her cleavage.
Emma felt Max stiffen beside her, his face hard, and he was staring at Peter.
Slipping out from under Peter’s arm, she picked up her drink from the bar and turned to leave. “Thank you, Peter,” she said evenly. “Your tie is crooked, by the way.”
Emma walked off with Max close behind her. He was still shooting daggers at Peter.
“Don’t worry about it,” Emma said with a wave of her hand. “Everyone knows he’s a jerk.”
They joined some of their co-workers at a table where they drank and laughed together, unable to keep their eyes off each other. As the band began to play, couples made their way out onto the dance floor.
“Would you like to dance?” Max asked her, brushing a loose piece of hair from her face.
“Sure, just let me freshen up first.”
Emma left the ballroom to search for the bathroom. She was tipsy from both the alcohol and the feeling of having Max all to herself and she felt aroused by the feeling of fullness the butt plug gave her.
Emma reached a dead-end on the corridor she had been following and, cursing, she turned back. Blocking her path was a man, draining the last of his drink from his glass. Emma’s heart sank as she realized it was lecherous Peter Harris once again.
“I know a secret about you Emma,” Peter said in a silly singsong voice.
“Congratulations?” Emma said shortly, trying to brush past him, but he quickly caught her by the waist and pushed her up against the wall.
“Peter, take your fucking hands off me right now,” Emma shouted.
“I couldn’t get into Conference Room B the other day. Do you know why?” Peter continued, ignoring Emma’s protests. He g
rabbed both of Emma’s wrists and pinned them to her side and began to rub his erection against her crotch.
“Peter you have exactly five seconds to take your hands off me,” Emma warned him, struggling under his tight grip. Peter licked her neck, the sour smell of whiskey and cigarettes pervading her nostrils.
“I couldn’t get in, Emma, because you were fucking someone inside. Can it be my turn with Emma the dirty office whore?”
Emma had enough, as Peter moved in to kiss her, she pulled back her head and cracked him as hard as she could in the nose. Peter staggered back just as Max rounded the corner. His eyes moved from Emma to Peter and as he realized what had happened, he lunged for the pathetic figure hunched on the floor cradling his bloody nose.
Emma jumped between them. “Let’s just go home Max,” she said. “He’s not worth it.”
After a moment of hesitation, he took her hand and led her down the corridor, his breathing coming fast and quick with temper. Outside, they jumped in a taxi and headed for his house. “I should have killed that guy,” he said.
“Max, I am well able to take care of myself,” Emma said firmly, and then her expression softened and she whispered in his ear, “but you can take care of me when we get to yours.”
An hour later in Max’s living room, they were relaxed drinking wine, when Max remembered his surprise.
“So what is it?” he asked eagerly, taking her glass of wine. Silently, Emma stood and pulled her dress up above her waist. She had gone commando and she turned her back to Max, bending over slightly. She heard him gasp.
“I told you the other night what I want you to do to me,” Emma said.
Max stood and unzipped his pants, his cock erect, and slowly he put it in her pussy.
Emma had never felt so full before. As Max worked in and out of her pussy, he spread her ass cheeks and slowly pulled out the plug.
“Oh my god, Emma!” he whispered as he circled her gaping asshole with his finger.
Emma grabbed her purse off the table and handed him a tube of lube. “Fuck my asshole,” she told him, looking into his eyes as she leaned forward on his sofa.