Emily's Dilemma

by Gabriella Como

  Emily couldn't believe her bad luck. Blackmailed again. She took a big gulp of the cabernet and began to unbutton her blouse. The bulge in Mitch's pants grew. He unbuttoned his shirt. Soon, they were naked. Mitch showed Emily the way out into the pool area, and walked in silence to the pool house. Mitch sat her down on an upholstered chair and dangled his hard penis in front of her mouth. Emily took it in, this time without Mitch's help. She sucked him hard and deep, much to his amazement. He thought he would have to coax her like previous times. He stood there, eyes closed, as she brought him in and out of her mouth, sucking and licking the enormous head on his member, twirling her tongue around and around the mushroom cap. She fondled his balls with her right hand as her left reached around to his ass to bring him inside her further. Her slurping sounds excited Mitch as his head leaned back in ecstasy. He thought she's much more assertive now, maybe it's because she's got power and money. She sucked and sucked his purple member ever harder, making Mitch groan. Pressure was growing deep inside his wet cock. He knew he was coming soon and thought if he should pull out and stroke himself, then shoot all over her face, but it felt too good to move. As his groans became grunts, Emily knew he was about to unload. At the last second, she pulled his grotesque penis out, and stroked it herself, catching Mitch by surprise. She stroked him as he unleashed his pent-up juices. Pump after pump of milky white ropes streamed across her face as if she intended on creating a painting for him. His huge load was still coming, so she opened her mouth wide, taking his final blasts inside her mouth until it overflowed like a fountain and covered her chin and then her perfect breasts. His grunts became heavy panting as he finished his incredible load of semen on her. This orgasm was the strongest ever, and Emily had actually helped it become that way. He collapsed back into a chair facing the one in which she sat. Gradually, he opened his eyes and looked at Emily. Her face was covered with his semen, it still coming out of her mouth. Her chin was still dripping his load onto her already-soaked breasts. Her nipples were hard. Streaks of his emission travelled down her firm belly. He tried to recover to appreciate what had just happened, but the orgasm took too much blood from his brain for him to think clearly. She was actually into this, he realized. His softening purple member glistened as it leaned over in the direction of Emily.

  He looked at her with a spent but curious look on his face. He was trying to form the question he had for her. Instead, she answered his unspoken question.

  "You may have wondered why I did it the way I did, Mitch," she said. "Less passive, more aggressive. I think you noticed, didn't you? Did you like it? I think you did. I think you did very much. You're wondering why I would do you like that, aren't you? Well, I'll tell you. I've come to realize I like being in the middle of power plays. They make me feel alive. I've handled them pretty well, always benefitting from them somehow. Sure, I have to sacrifice something along the way, but I made that choice long ago. In order for things to turn out how I want them, I know it's a give and take. But I always make sure the stakes are high enough to justify the sacrifice. In this case, getting rid of you is a good thing, as I can't really stand your face anymore or your dick with that strange, huge head on it. I wouldn't fuck you if you were any other guy, except you play the game in a certain way. It's not that I like you, it's because I like the game. The game is what turns me on. You don't turn me on."

  Mitch sat there with his mouth open. His dick was limp by now. The look on Emily's face was set in a determined angle, her eyes focused on him. The semen still stuck to her face, breasts, and belly. She went out to the outdoor shower to rinse it off. He took a long swig of his gin and tonic, his mind reeling. He was caught off guard mentally with this new Emily. It was an Emily he didn't know.

  She returned and dried off her firm body with a white towel. He remained sitting naked in his chair. She walked over to him and straddled him. His penis started to fill again. She stroked it a few times to help it along. When it was hard enough, she slipped it inside her. Slowly she rose up and down on his cock. The look on Mitch's face was one of surprise and bewilderment. Moving faster, she threw her head back in ecstasy as she orgasmed. She emitted a yell that knifed through the air. His erection was completely full by now, and he was recovered enough from his first orgasm to feel like he was going to have his second. As she rode him faster and faster, his groans became grunts. Emily came again with a girlish shriek. Her strong legs enabled her to rise up and down on him even in this awkward angle. She could feel him grow larger inside her. As he couldn't take it any longer, he emitted a deep, guttural sound that announced his orgasm. Sensing this, Emily came at the same time. She could feel his massive head delivering his huge load into her. With each thrust and pump, his semen found its way out of her, coating his thighs.

  Their movement slowed. Both were exhausted. Cum dripped from her as she dismounted. Her legs shook as she tried to stand. Rivers of semen flowed down her legs onto the tile floor. She left Mitch sitting there with his eyes closed. She showered him off again.

  She went back to her cabernet while Mitch took his turn in the outdoor shower. He rinsed off all the semen that found its way onto his crotch and legs. Both now wore white towels around themselves. They joined each other at the pool house bar, where he made himself another gin and tonic. Mitch was dumbfounded, and didn't know what to say. Emily was smiling confidently, and that threw him off even further. It was the first time Emily had ever smiled at him. He didn't know why. He was confused. I don't know this Emily, he said to himself. He no longer felt obsessed with her. She wasn't a passive victim to his games, and therefore the impulse to victimize her was gone. He'd never seen a transformation like this in anyone. All of a sudden, he found himself to be the passive one. He had no urge to be aggressive with her any longer. But that wasn't good enough for Emily.

  "I'm not done with you yet," she declared to Mitch as she sipped her wine.