Emily's Dilemma

by Gabriella Como

  "Room service!" exclaimed Mitch, Jr. with a devilish smile on his face. He pushed the cart through the door where he could see a man's feet on the bed. Emily stopped the cart by pushing hard on the door. She had to use both hands to shut the door, allowing her bathrobe to open, revealing her naked body to Mitch.

  "What are you doing!" she yelled. "Get out!"

  "I thought I'd celebrate with some champagne! Just trying to be nice!" He said as he was gradually being pushed back out the door. She slammed the door shut. Mitch smiled. He got what he came for. Plus, a glimpse of her trim body. Robert recognized that voice.

  "Jesus Christ! What a prick!" she exclaimed. She turned around to see Robert in her bed, sitting up, and his once-erect penis now flaccid.

  "Mitch Ashton!" he said. "What the hell?"

  ****

  The abrupt intrusion killed their mood. They held each other as they talked on the bed. Robert wondered aloud why Mitch would barge into Emily's room with champagne. Was he some kind of wolf? Why would he do that to her? Why not invite them to a private dinner? Why her room and not his? They decided to play it cool with the incident. Maybe Mitch had the best intentions, but got carried away, Robert thought aloud. Emily went silent on the reasons why, but a chill went up her spine again. She was praying that it wouldn't get any worse, but it could. Robert was totally confused. Emily was realizing this could get ugly.

  They agreed to participate in the conference separately. A couple hours later, she emerged from her room, dressed in her most conservative outfit. She went light on her makeup. She made her way down to the smaller ballroom where the retirement happy hour event was underway. The crowd of people there would make it safer for her. She would be seen with other people, too, and not Robert. A good plan, she thought, but she did risk the possibility of running into Mitch. She mingled and chatted, getting introduced to some important people, and talked business.

  Mitch whispered behind her ear, startling her. "Hey there, want a drink?" He handed her a white wine. She took it, thanking him politely, if not a bit coldly. She wanted to know why he did what he did. She took pains to keep her voice low, but the look on her face spoke reams.

  "I went a little overboard. I'm sorry. I get playful at times. I get pushy. I wanted to celebrate the upcoming purchase of X-3850 with you with some champagne." he said, smiling like he was enjoying himself.

  "Robert is the CEO. Why didn't you celebrate with him?" she asked tersely.

  "Because I'd rather celebrate with you, Kimber," he said firmly, looking directly into her eyes. He held her gaze, reading her reaction. "Fifteen years ago. You. Me. The pool house. I remember like it was yesterday. You wouldn't expect me to forget a moment like that, would you?"

  Mitch continued, still staring at her, "You've made something of yourself, Kimber. I'm impressed. You have to be smart to get your PhD. Hats off to you. Now, the purchase of your drug just got a bit more complicated. I'm sure you have shares in NobleCor, so you will profit richly from this buy. Once again, you will be making some serious money, only this time, probably in the millions, not thousands."

  Emily stared at him, wondering where he was leading with all of this. "What are your plans with X-3850?" she asked. In the back of her mind were her mom and her condition. X-3850 would cure her condition. Soon, she could be cured and stop paying for the Millennium drug.

  "We're going to buy it and warehouse it. We're not going to market it. Why would we? Our current drug is much more of a moneymaker for Millennium and its shareholders. If we bring yours to market, we lose money. Sure, yours is a cure, as opposed to ours. Ours just alleviates the symptoms. But patients take it for a lifetime. A lifetime is a long time. And it makes a lot of money that way. I promised Robert we would market it in order to get him to agree to sell it to us," Mitch said.

  "Why are you telling me this? Don't you think I would tell Robert and get him to call this purchase off?" she demanded.

  "I'm confident you won't tell Robert. I have something I want to show you," Mitch said through a sly smile. He brought out his smartphone and started to play an old, grainy video. He showed her a few seconds of it before Emily turned away.

  Mitch, knowing he had her exactly where he wanted, calmly said, "If you want to see your drug on the market, you have to agree to a few things."

  ****

  At 9:00, she knocked on the Mitch's hotel room door. He opened the door with a huge grin.

  "Hey, I still have the champagne! I just popped it. I knew you would be here. Welcome, Emily. Or should I call you Kimber?" he taunted. His shirt was open. She wanted to kick him in the groin. But this was a business deal.

  "Sign this." she commanded.

  "What's this?" his voice got quiet. He read the lines on the paper. "No problem." He signed the paper. She grabbed it and put it in her purse.

  He handed her the glass of champagne and put on some music from his laptop. She sat down on the Mitch's bed. The look on her face was all business. The smile left his face as he slowly unbuckled his belt. He unzipped his pants and let them drop in a melodramatic fashion, as if he was a porn star. He didn't wear underwear. His erect penis bounced when his pants fell. The head of his penis was strangely large and out of proportion to the rest of his shaft, like a caricature of a mushroom. Mitch climbed out of his pants and took a few steps towards Emily. He paused with his erection only a few inches away from her face. He stayed there as if demanding she play her part in his porn movie. He inched forward until the tip of his penis touched her lips. He held his penis as he explored her frozen face with it, touching all parts of her face. He wanted her to get to know his manhood, its smell, and its look. He wanted it to be imprinted on her mind, never to be forgotten. Finally, he pressed his erection onto her lips, where he expected her now to perform. She slowly and reluctantly took him into her mouth. Impatient with her performance, he shoved it into the back of her mouth, causing her to make a choking sound. Ahh, he liked that sound. He withdrew until just his head was in her mouth. Then he plunged his penis in all the way again. Again, she emitted a choking sound. He grabbed her hair and began to move in and out of her mouth. Her mouth felt warm and wet. He was excited that it was playing out like this. The combination of business and pleasure never felt so good. He continued to grab her hair and move her head up and down his erection. He closed his eyes as her mouth slid back and forth over his penis. This was the best blowjob he's ever had and he's made sure he's had a lot of them.

  He watched her suck him. He had been quiet until he couldn't take it any more. His moaning announced to her that he was about to come. It would take all the intestinal fortitude she could muster in the next few seconds. Emily really didn't know if she could swallow his semen. She couldn't stand the taste of his dick as it was.

  As his moaning became a primal groan, he quickly slid his erection out of her mouth, grabbed it with his right hand and stroked it in front of her face. The first pump of his ejaculate shot over her head in a single rope of milky white cream, landed on the top of her head and created a straight line down her hair, then her forehead, and ended at the bridge of her nose. His face contorted and turned a dark red color.

  The second pump spurted across both of her closed eyes. The third shot across her forehead. The fourth and fifth returned to the top of her head where it made patterns on her hair. Satisfied with his work so far, he plunged his penis into her mouth so she could taste the remainder of his load. He always boasted of the amount of his load to anyone who could tolerate him describing it. The perfect ending to a perfect blowjob, he thought. He groaned. He kept his penis in her mouth, making sure his last pumps went in there. He then withdrew it waiting for her to swallow it. She reluctantly did, gulping loudly. She let a huge amount fall from her mouth and down her lips, coating her chin. Drops of his massive load found their way onto her tank top.

  He went to the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet towel. "Clean yourself off with this, Kimber. We're not done yet." He said with a hint of sadistic glee
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  Chapter 3

  "Your part of our little agreement is not over yet." Mitch smiled slyly. He was still breathing heavily as he recovered from what was the most satisfying orgasm he's ever had. She wiped his semen load from her face and chest. Emily showed no expression on her face. She wasn't going to break down though. She was going to tough it out. She got herself into this high-stakes poker game. She was going to find a way to profit from it. She understood all too well that she crossed a line to which she could never return.

  Mitch's drooping penis was still glistening and displayed a purplish-red color. He watched her with delight as she wiped off his thick juice from her face. She touched her hair, and realized it was full of his semen. She got up from the edge of his bed and walked into the bathroom. Emily looked in the mirror at a person she barely recognized. White, goopy lines crisscrossed the top of her head. She nearly threw up. She wet the towel again with warm water and wiped the sticky stuff off her hair. It took a while. The stuff was like glue in her hair. After she got as much off as she could, she grabbed a dry towel and rubbed her hair dry. Mitch came into the bathroom directly behind her and examined her, saying, "I made a little mess on you. Sorry about that. I forgot to warn you. I kinda have a lot of the white stuff. But you remember that, don't you, Kimber?" He reached around the front of her pants, unbuttoned and unzipped them while she attended to her hair. She ignored him.

  He tugged her pants down to her ankles. He looked at the pretty lace underwear that wrapped around her beautiful, firm ass. He knelt down. He faced her buttocks. He got excited and his cock started to fill once again. He peeled down her panties slowly, revealing the top of her crack. His breathing increased to a pant. He brought them down more as his fingers explored her smooth skin. He lowered her panties until her full ass was revealed. He bent down and sniffed and kissed it. His long tongue reached out to her divide, starting at the top and working its way down. She shivered not because it felt good. She shivered because he was a sick monster having his way with her. She hated herself for getting into this predicament. But she had to see it through.

  Mitch made her step out of her pants and underwear. He rose and turned her to face him. Stone-faced, Emily complied. Her tank top was the only thing left on her, and he began to peel that off too. His cock with its giant cap increased in size as he kissed and licked her breasts. He then turned her back around so she could face the mirror. He said, "We're going to do it right here and watch ourselves do it." He pushed her head towards the mirror, but his grasp on her hair pulled her head up so she was forced to watch as his erection tried to find its way inside her. Arrogantly, he expected to find wetness but only found it to be stubborn and dry. Quickly he reached over into his nearby bathroom kit and produced some lubricant, just for occasions like this. He squirted some on the over-sized head of his cock, rubbed it around, and then went searching for her entry point. He found it. When he knew he was in the right place, he thrust his cock in as hard as he could, making her wince. He looked down at her magnificent ass and pushed in as deeply as he could. She was tight. He gasped. He started to pound her. He looked down and saw his erection enter her from behind and saw how her ass gave way only to then spring him back to get ready for another thrust. He looked in the mirror at her grimacing face. He pulled her hair so she would have to see the action, and see herself submit to him, but her eyes were closed. Emily appeared unconscious. Mitch completely enjoyed it.

  The slapping sound of his groin on her buttocks excited him even further. His panting and groaning increased with each thrust. He wanted to take a picture of this glorious sight but his smartphone was in the room. As was the video camera he secretly set up. It didn't matter, he told himself. He had enough on tape. Besides, he was so excited he didn't want to leave this position. He quickly thought of how he was going to ejaculate. After all the porn he watched, he had plenty of ideas. This to him was just like a porn movie. It's not personal, it's just business, he laughed to himself. Should he pull out and shoot his semen over her back and tight ass and onto the mirror? He would never forget that visual if he did. Or just release his immense load into her, which is what his purple mushroom cock wanted most of all? The thoughts excited him so much it drove him to his next orgasm.

  He unloaded into her. It seemed like an eternity for both of them, for different reasons. Mitch saw bright lights as he came. She saw only darkness. She wanted it over. As he released, his hands gripping her narrow hips, he grimaced and his face turned purple. This orgasm was so much stronger than the first to him. The second orgasms always are to most men. There's a distinct difference between the first and second, if men can get to their second. Mitch thought of ways he could keep her for his third orgasm. He could come multiple times, and when he was younger he was proud to tell anyone about his talent.

  Mitch was satisfied. He slowed to a stop inside her. He felt his own ejaculate as it gathered at the base of his cock. He pulled out of her. His juice streamed down her legs, all the way down to her ankles, where it puddled on the tile floor. He watched, still holding onto her hips. Her head was now resting on her arms on the counter of the bathroom. She was silent and still. Her buttocks were red from his pounding. Squeezing her cheeks together, he wiped his glistening, dripping member between her cleavage. He smacked her ass and said, "I'm done. Thanks for the fun. You're still really tight, Kimber." But he hoped there was more fun to be had with her. He had it planned out well. He started whistling as he left her to clean herself up.

  Chapter 4

  Emily's childhood was one of quiet, grinding desperation. Her mom raised her alone. Her father left the family when she was five, never to be heard from again. Her mom had a heart condition which involved costly medicines. They lived in shabby apartments, although her mom made sure she always had her own bedroom. It was a place where she could read books and dream. Despite their poverty, Emily always did well in school especially in science. She was quiet and shy, and kept to herself for the most part at school. She gravitated to other quiet classmates who were also ashamed of their poverty.

  In high school, her teachers and counselors recognized her as having what it takes to break out of the cycle of growing up poor only to continue to be poor as an adult. They urged her to go on to college. It was something she planned on anyway. They helped her apply to colleges and how to get student aid.

  She applied to eight schools, and was accepted at all of them. All eight courted her aggressively. She borrowed her mom's beater to go visit her favorite, Georgetown University.

  Meeting with an official there and walking around the campus, a whole new world of wonder and possibilities opened up for her. She couldn't wait to start school there. She asked about financial questions. Sure, she would get student aid and loans, and even her partial scholarship was not insignificant. When she asked about the day-to-day expenses, about the kind of money not covered by loans, grants, and aid, her heart sank. She wondered how she could manage that part of college life. She would have to work and save as much as possible over the summer. But how long would that last?

  Her first semester at Georgetown was wonderful. There were new people and new friends from all over the world. Her classes were challenging and exciting. Her introductory chemistry and biology classes were faster-paced than her high school classes, but she knew the material already and aced every quiz and exam. She had a circle of friends now, and they liked her, not aware of her impoverished background. And those that knew didn't care.

  Some of her friends belonged to a fitness center nearby the campus. They brought her along on a guest pass. She liked all the shiny equipment especially the treadmills. She ran on one and it felt good to stretch her legs from all the hours in her tiny dorm room. Her friends urged her to join the club, saying it was a better place to meet people especially men. There were men who were not students, but were professionals out there in the real world, the kind of man who could afford to take them out to a nice restaurant or the theater. She could use the student
rec center, but it was full of students, they said. This fitness center offered more. But the cost was out of her league. She stopped her run on the treadmill and was considering moving on to another machine when she caught the eye of a professional-looking, attractive woman in her late forties who said hello. Emily returned the greeting. The other woman said, "I haven't seen you here. New to the gym?"

  "First time here. I have a guest pass from my friends. This is nicer than any gym I've seen." Emily replied.

  "You should join. It's a real slice of life here. A good place to work out and see new people," the older woman said. She used the corner of her small towel to wipe a bead of sweat from her forehead.