Unfortunately for her, it was actually the Afghani girl whom she found herself allocated to making love with, while Susan was wrapped up in the body of the Vietnamese girl. Amna watched in envy as the Vietnamese girl pushed her tongue deep into Susan’s anus while Susan responded by pushing her fingers deep into her vagina and stroking her clitoris with her thumb.
The Afghani girl had a skill at making love that somehow compensated for the salty taste of her skin which Amna licked with badly disguised reluctance. For the first time, Amna felt she was getting some pleasure out of the sexual proceedings, as the girl tweaked her clitoris in her fingers and licked up the traces of blood that had got caught in her hair. It felt quite pleasant to have someone’s nose deep in her pubic hair even though it gave her much less pleasure to stick her nose into the unpleasant smelling area of the Afghani girl’s anus which seemed to have as much hair as that around her vagina. But it was genuine cries of pleasure she emitted as her lover pushed first two and then three fingers into the fleshy and not yet elastic opening of her cunt.
Chapter XXIV
It was a long time since Emma had been summoned into Amelia’s office. In fact, Emma had rather avoided seeing Amelia altogether since she’d been persuaded to have sex with Frank, whom she could never pass in the corridor without breaking into a hot flush. So when Emma received a call requesting her to come immediately to Amelia’s office, it was with great trepidation she followed Betty in her prim suit along the television corridors towards her office. She hoped that it wasn’t for another opportunity to humiliate her with the attentions of a man.
Her fears were rather confirmed when she heard the panting noises of a man making love as Betty let her into the office and then stood discreetly to one side. However, it wasn’t Amelia the man was making love to. She was sitting on a swivel chair in nothing but her stockings and shoes resting her full breasts on her folded arms. Her fear gave way to horror when she realised that the girl with whom the man was having sex was Maisie. And worse, she was quite obviously enjoying it.
It was no novelty to see Maisie making love. Susan and Josephine would often be enmeshed in her slim little limbs, more often than not on Maisie’s own request. But it was not pleasant for Emma to see her beloved being fucked by a man older than Emma herself and participating so vigorously.
“She certainly seems to enjoy Bill’s attention,” commented Amelia with a sly smile, as Emma stood transfixed at the door.
Emma nodded shyly. Just what was this in aid of? she wondered.
“I don’t suppose you want to join in, Emma,” Amelia continued. “I’m sure little Maisie wouldn’t mind at all.”
Knowing Maisie so intimately, Emma was sure that this was true, but the pangs she felt made her blush with anger and humiliation.
“What’s this all about?” she blurted out. “Why is she doing it?”
Amelia stood up and wandered over to Emma. She put an arm around Emma’s naked shoulders and pulled her assertively towards her. “Because she wants to, lovie. Because she’s been asking to have a more active acting career. Because she believes it’s about time she moved on. So, she’s showing me what she can do. And I must say that for such a young girl she shows evidence of both skill and considerable experience.”
“But why are you showing me? Why have you called me in?”
“Because,” smiled Amelia in a way that seemed quite menacing, “I have a proposal to make to you. And one I’m sure you can’t refuse.”
“One that I can’t refuse? Why me? What have I got to do with what Maisie wants to do?”
Amelia squeezed Emma firmly across the shoulders and allowed one of her hands to fall on Emma’s nipples which she gently massaged. “It is no secret to me - or to anyone else who works here - what sort of relationship you and Maisie have. Indeed, the young child has told me a great deal about the activities she gets up to: not only with you but with others who live with you. Activities which I find very interesting. Activities which I’m sure others would find even more interesting than me.”
“What do you mean?” blurted out Emma, aware that this wasn’t really a question she wanted answering.
“I don’t wish to say more, lover,” Amelia continued, bringing the palm of her hand underneath the cup of Emma’s breast and idly weighing it. “What I wish to speak about is my proposal.”
“What can that be?” Emma wondered, still transfixed as Bill’s penis went in and out of Maisie’s sweet little vagina, while the child clung hard to his waist and made frequent ejaculations of pleasure. Try as she would, she couldn’t remove her stare from what caused her most distress.
“Face me and I’ll tell you!” commanded Amelia turning Emma around to gaze into Amelia’s amused eyes. Emma was still uneasily conscious of the theatre behind her she could hear from Maisie’s ecstatic gasps and the slosh of vaginal juices. Amelia relaxed her grip on Emma and allowed her to stand back secured by her hands in hers.
“It’s not a disadvantageous proposal. Indeed, I’d say it’s one which most people working her would fight tooth and nail to be offered. I’ve had the most spectacular sex with employees for much less! But since it involves dear little Maisie as well as you, I thought it better to discuss it with the child here.”
“But surely not like that!” winced Emma to the sound of her child lover’s passionate cries.
“It’s best that we fully understand ourselves,” Amelia said by way of explanation. She ran her hands up Emma’s arms and then down her waist to secure a grasp at the top of her hips. “You’ve heard of Delia Cook, I believe.”
“Well, yes!”
“She’s successfully broken taboos of acceptability that were once thought unbreakable. And she’s done so by being so very reasonable and so very sensible. Thanks to her, the subjects of child sex and incest which would have been forever neglected are now open to healthy, frank and open discussion. She and her fat motherly body are no strangers to television interviews on sex television and even mainstream television. There she is, in such a reassuringly ordinary and homely way, pushing out the frontiers of sexuality. And she does it so well! Don’t you think?”
“Ye-es?” queried Emma. What had this to do with her?
“I help run a sex television station which has only recently been awarded its fourth X. Quite an honourable position! But I want to do more! I want my station to be in the vanguard - the avant-garde - of sex broadcasting. And it’s in you I invest my hope.” Amelia paused for dramatic effect, while Emma felt distinctly unwell from both the pressure of Amelia’s caresses and the sound of Maisie’s continued orgasmic ejaculations.
“You are the future of this station! I was most impressed by your principled and professional advocacy of this station in the recent campaign for our fourth X and I would like your services - and of course your prestige and salary - to further increase in the promotion of the station. What I would like is for you, and quite naturally your delightful young lover, to further the success of the station by presenting a television series that will present items which are quite deliberately on the most extreme edges of acceptability in your own very sensible and reassuring style. I want you to interview sado-masochists, paedophiles, transsexuals and others and, naturally, show them in action. And most of all I want you to make love with Maisie for the program every week to show the world how healthy and loving a child-woman relationship can be. To show the world that it is a natural and fulfilling love which shouldn’t be disdained and reviled, but should be understood and, if not emulated, at least seen.”
“You want me to make love to Maisie in front of the camera…?”
“Of course, my love!” smiled Amelia, kissing Emma full on the lip with a very toothy smile. “I want full, uncompromising sex, using whatever props you feel appropriate, with as much passion as I know you’re capable. I want the two of you ejaculating and orgasming with the freedom and abandon to which I know you’re accustomed. I want as many people as possible to see what a sexual animal you are,
and the uses and abuses you put both Maisie’s and your own cunt to!” Amelia forced her lips straight onto Emma’s own and kissed her fully, allowing her tongue to explore the crevices of her molars, with more passion than Emma had ever experienced from her before. “And I know you’ll agree. Not just because your non-compliance could stunt such a promising career, but also because you just don’t know who else might be chosen as a co-presenter with your so very willing young friend!”
Chapter XXV
Amna wasn’t sure how she felt when she received her letter from Sextasy Stars telling her that she’d been successful in the audition and asking her when she could start coming in for rehearsals for the film. When she learnt that Susan had also been accepted for a rôle in the film, however, she decided, perhaps recklessly, that it was a well-paid job which she’d be really stupid not to accept even though it meant being extremely wary about giving her parents a good idea of what the job actually entailed. She also knew that she’d still be expected to work in the shop when time allowed; and this was a responsibility she’d not be able to shirk whatever other work she was doing.
However, the unsavoury nature of her work meant that she felt rather less happy about staying at home with her parents and continuing to share a bedroom with her two younger sisters. She’d actually resisted any suggestion of moving away from home before. It was much more secure than anywhere else and she liked the luxury of having her food prepared, her laundry cleaned and indeed everything else being done for her. On the other hand, she’d felt uneasy enough on just the audition coming home smelling so obviously of the smell of sex. She’d rushed straight into the shower and spent ages scrubbing off the evidence and worrying about the damage so recently done to her body. She felt around her vagina with an anxiety she’d never felt before for signs of worse damage than she’d originally anticipated. If she was to be coming home regularly with this kind of anxiety, how soon would it take her parents to realise that she wasn’t working as a clerical temp in a small accounts’ department? And how much opportunity did it give her mother to actually fulfil her well-meant promise to visit her at work to see how she was.
Her Aunt Salim was a good Muslim. She covered her hair in a head-scarf and all her body was covered by a long discreet dress, which was not unstylish but designed more to hide than to flatter. Amna wasn’t sure that Aunt Salim was the best person with whom to live, but her aunt had often made the offer, and now seemed the appropriate time to accept. She hoped that her aunt had been sincere in her promise that she just wanted company in her three-bedroom house and would leave Amna alone as much as possible. And anyway, despite her unambiguous religious devotion, she was very pleasant and easy-going, making the effort to show interest in the sort of things that Amna enjoyed.
Aunt Salim was also a woman who seemed a little apart from the rest of Amna’s extended family. She was quite a distant aunt (several times removed) and was in fact was not wholly Asian. Her mother or father had bequeathed her with paler skin, lighter brown hair and far more freckles than anyone else in the family. This alone constituted quite a severe difference, but even now, in her early thirties, she hadn’t got married and didn’t even have a fiancé. She had quite a nice home, however, which she’d bought partly from family money, but mostly from her salary as a systems analyst in an insurance company. Quite clearly her employer was not one who expressed prejudice about employing Muslims.
Amna soon received permission from her parents who nonetheless expressed reluctance to see her leave the family nest, even if it was to live with someone in the family who could be relied on to provide a proper moral environment. However, Amna knew that, in truth, they were quite pleased to see her leave more room for her sisters and that her mother secretly looked forward to having one child less to look after. Aunt Salim picked Amna up in her modest car and assisted her in loading the bags in the boot.
Amna was soon shown her new room which provided much more space than she was used to and a quite pleasant view across a leafy suburban street to the mock Tudor houses opposite. She spent some time unpacking her bags and putting her underwear and clothes in the appropriate drawers. She knew she was finished when she’d put up her last poster on the wall and the several framed photos of her parents, brothers and sisters on the available surfaces. She lay back on her bed contemplating her new room and thinking of her future in films. After appearing in Hot Asian Lovers with Susan, what next? She’d have so much money and be able to do the millions of things she’d always wanted to do and hadn’t been able to afford. All she had to do was to put up with the discomfort of having men’s engorged penises enter her and pretend to enjoy it.
After a while, she made her way down the narrow staircase to the living room where she could hear Aunt Salim watching television. What she didn’t imagine she’d see was her aunt, who she had only seen totally covered, dressed in nothing more than expensive black silk underwear, knickers and bra. She was sitting on the sofa with her legs tucked up underneath her, her bushy hair cascading free over her shoulders. Aunt Salim greeted her with a smile and no comment and the two of them continued to watch the television programs that were on.
Amna soon came to understand that her aunt habitually spent her time at home dressed only in underwear: perhaps as a compensation for being so hidden the rest of the time, and as a result the temperature of the house was kept somewhat higher than Amna was used to at her parents’ flat. It seemed that besides her heavy unexciting outdoor clothes, she really owned nothing more in the way of clothing than an extensive wardrobe of comfortable silk lingerie. She didn’t consider it at all unusual, (although she’d clearly not advertised her preference to the rest of Amna’s family) an impression reinforced by the fact that whenever Aunt Salim was entertaining her women friends, they too dispensed with all clothes bar their underwear. And quite a few of these women were very devout Muslims.
Unencumbered by her clothes, Aunt Salim had a very attractive body. She was slim, with a less pronounced figure than Amna’s very obvious bell-shape. She had a flat stomach and taut muscles in the arms which gave evidence to the efforts she took to keep her body in good form. Like most of her friends, Amna found it funny that she put so much effort into her appearance and yet had not got married. Nor did she ever show any ambition in that direction.
After a while, and with no prompting from her aunt, Amna started wearing only underwear around the house. It was quite a liberating feeling for her, although she didn’t have the range or quality of lingerie of her aunt. In fact, all her underwear was made of quite cheap nylon and cotton in colours and designs more fun than elegant. Of more note was the fact that the knickers did not succeed at all in hiding her bush of pubic hair at the top of her thighs or above the waist-line. Even her bra did a less than perfect job of restraining her breasts and on more than one occasion she’d found that a bosom had worked its way loose and was freely on view. When this happened she embarrassedly struggled to restrain her still-growing assets inside bras purchased when she’d had more modest requirements. Aunt Salim made no signs of ever having noticed, and indeed made very little sign ever of noticing the way her niece was now dressing. She gave no signs of either approval or disapproval, and never appeared at all aware of any aspect of Amna’s appearance.
Most of the time, the aunt and niece would sit around in the living room either watching television or reading books, and it was only occasionally that Amna felt the need to spend time by herself in her own so spacious bedroom. She concluded that living with her aunt wasn’t such a bad move at all: she felt much more free and comfortable than she ever did surrounded by her immediate family.
Chapter XXVI
Charlotte had gradually drifted away from Emma’s bed, and was now spending far more time with Josephine who by virtue of her steadfastness and reliability had displaced the more demanding Emma from primacy in her affections. Quite often these days, Charlotte and Josephine would spend their evenings together in Josephine’s pleasant one-bedroom flat amongst a
ll the fluffy toys and cushions. She found so much more pleasure from just resting in Josephine’s arms without the demands for passionate love made on her by Maisie and, on occasion, Emma. The one who most felt put out by the consolidation of Charlotte’s emotions and her more frequent absences was Susan, who, much more often now, lost the optimism and self-confidence she carried around with her. She remained loyal to the flat, even when Charlotte was away, seduced by Maisie’s affection for her and the hope that at some stage Charlotte’s love would drift more solidly her way.
Emma was still Charlotte’s closest friend: an honorary title the two of them felt imperative to maintain although they recognised (belatedly in Charlotte’s case) that they were not to be the closest of lovers. It was in this capacity that Charlotte felt obliged to take time off work to give Emma and Maisie as much moral support as possible on the first screening for the new television program that Emma was, for the first time, to be presenter. The news of it when excitedly announced by Maisie, the co-presenter, had rather surprised Charlotte. At no stage in the throes of passion or in the depths of her relationship with Harriett or any other time had Emma ever expressed any interest in appearing in front of the screen on a regular basis. Especially not in a position which Maisie proudly boasted would involve having sex with quite a few guests and interviewees. Indeed, she had far more often expressed her deepest revulsion at the very suggestion. This previous attitude seemed consistent with Emma’s reluctance to discuss her television career or even the nature of the programme she was to present.
At first, Charlotte assumed that the main attraction was the substantially increased income she’d get, but Emma didn’t even discuss what she’d do with all the money she’d be banking. It was a mystery to her why Emma should do such a thing and Maisie’s own irrepressible chat on the subject gave no clue as to her motive. Neither did Josephine nor Susan seem to have much idea. Characteristically Susan merely wondered why she’d waited so long, while Josephine’s most authoritative opinion was expressed by a shrug of her naked shoulders. Whatever the motive, Emma seemed very much more grateful to Charlotte for her expression of moral support than she’d imagined (having quite imagined that Emma would have expressly forbidden it).
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