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He seemed especially kind tonight, she thought.
Normally, his pre-sex demeanor was distant, almost indifferent. An ambivalence she suspected was practiced, despite the polish in its enactment. Never angry. Never intimidating. Which would have been easy given the fact that his six-foot, muscled frame virtually dwarfed her five footed pettitness. But intimidation is the tool of an apprentice, not a craftsman. A neophyte, not a master.
And He was a Master.
She studied his warm smile as she lingered over the last of her Cabernet. He leaned back on the other side of the arched booth with a relaxation and humor that was uncharacteristic of him before an encounter. She began to think, maybe there would be no encounter tonight. Maybe this was part of a new strategy on his part. Everything as usual and then, right after dinner, adios. Or perhaps he'd torture her further by announcing that they'd take in a film tonight. Something foreign or independent, maybe. Maybe go mainstream and catch the new Bond flick. Maybe that dreary looking vampire tale starring teenagers you've never heard of and, five from now never would hear from again.
"You about ready baby"? he asked.
"About," she offered slowly, still trying to get a bead on him. "What are you up to tonight, Captain?"
He laughed lightly. "Why do you think I'm up to something"?
"Smiling, grinning, . . . you're like the Cheshire cat."
"I can't be in a good mood? I'm with you, what's not to be happy about"?
She shook her head, smiling ruefully, "Okay, . . . I'm overly suspicious, I guess."
"You don't need to be suspicious of me, . . . overly or otherwise," he said. "I always have your best interest and personal growth in mind."
Before she could query that response he was rising and stood next to the booth, waiting for her, his hand extended.
* * * * *
Back at his place she poured herself another glass of wine as he busied himself in the bedroom. He lit candles, flamed some incense and put on her favorite music. Not his favorite music, . . hers.
She entered the room a little meekly, with a hesitation mingled with disbelief.
"What is going ON"? she asked him.
"What's the matter with you tonight, Emily, . . . all these questions, this mistrust," he was still smiling, however.
"I've just never seen this from you, that's all, . . I wonder what you're up to."
"Well," he offered, his smile growing, "I do have an ulterior motive, you got me there."
"Yes! I knew it," she exclaimed with joy. "What do you want, you big evil man"?
He began removing his clothes. She watched him as he stripped down, always admiring that body he worked hard to maintain. His trimmed chest hair displayed his physique that much better, his shaved pubis accentuated his sizable cock. After a moment or two of indulging herself she put down her wine and began to undo the straps of her shoe.
"Not you," he instructed her. "Just me this time."
"Why Jackson, . . . you little girl you," she giggled as he knelt on the bed, near the headboard facing the door where she stood cupping her wineglass.
"Take me in your mouth, . . . leave your clothes on, . . . your shoes, too."
"Your wish is my command," she purred languidly.
She picked up here still full wineglass. "Finish your wine, . . . all of it. Now, Emily."
She did so, draining the glass in a few gulps. A sixty dollar bottle of wine that may as well have been two-buck Chuck. She set her glass down without taking her eyes off him and strolled to the king-sized bed, moving onto the bedspred like a cat until she was inches from his dick. She took it gently in her hand and gazed upon it for a moment, then lifted her eyes to look at him. He motioned with his chin that she should begin.
And begin she did.
She started by lightly kissing him in the perimeter pubic area, moving her lips and tongue around his mound and his inner thighs. Kissing and lapping that area between his butt and balls, reaching up and lightly stroking his ass cheeks and the crack between the glutial hemispheres. Soon the back of her head was on the bed, his balls resting on her lips as she gazed up at him for a moment, still stroking his ass underneath.
Jack had been with many, many women in his 41 years. He was not twenty years old and he did not get an erection simply by looking at a woman any longer, even a very attractive one. But something about Emily had always excited him. He could get hard with her quicker than with any woman he had ever been with.
He was hard now.
She had his stiff prick in her hand as she gently sucked and licked his balls. She rolled each testicle around in her mouth, pressing down with her lips as she pushed it out before taking it back. It was a feeling that left him not knowing if he wanted to laugh or cry, . . . so instead he justed breathed hard and enjoyed it. She began kissing the underside of the lower shaft and moving her tongue halfway up before returning to the first position and repeating this for a few minutes. He sunk lower by spreading his legs a bit more, allowing her to rest her head completely on the bed and move down a bit to take in the dome of his penis. After a few moments she flipped over and had him in her mouth as she faced down on the bed. Her head went up and down the length of his cock as she bathed him generously in her bubbly saliva. Her pace was slow and deliberate, the gentleness gone now but not biting or bobbing just yet. Her lips pressed down on him as she rolled up and down, exploring the tip of his penis with her tongue.
He was breathing heavily now, both enjoying the sensation and concentrating on not cumming. He rarely came from oral sex anymore - mainly, he maintained, because so few were any good at it. But with Emily it had been different. Truthfully, her technique was not a lot different than most women; however with her there was a sensitivity that none of the others had. An almost psychic knowledge that appeared to know exactly what he was feeling there and where to suck RIGHT NOW and where and how to move RIGHT NOW. Now the hand, now touch the balls, now tickle the ass. All of it. She was extraordinary. He had not been faithful to a single woman in over ten years.
But he was faithful to Emily. And now her faith would be tested.
She heard the front door open.
She quickly looked to him and made as if to turn to the other room and see who entered. He quickly grabbed her head and held her firm. She looked at him, puzzled and slightly alarmed.
"Stay there. Keep going. I didn't say move," he told her. "Back here," he called to the other room.
She still had him in her mouth but had stopped the actual cocksucking as she tried to process what was happening. Company had showed up unexpectedly? Okay, . . . but why was the door open? Why did they just come in and not ring the doorbell? Why was Jack calling whoever it was back to the bedroom? She heard some steps as the guest came closer.
"Hey," Jack said in greeting.
"Hey," she heard a male voice behind her return.
She didn't recognize the voice but that was not unusual. She had not met any of Jack's friends and he rarely discussed his personal or professional life. She lay still, still unable to see the person in the room. She was filled with a mixture of embarrassment and dread. She was actually frozen with fear.
"Emily, . . . you have an audience tonight. Don't stop," Jack commanded her, "you shouldn't disappoint."
She slowly recommenced the blowjob, but without her usual skill. He pulled her hair to get her to look at him. "The key to doing this right is to focus on what you are doing and not on who is watching." He slapped her face, not hard, but firmly. No mark, no blood. More like 'Wake up!'
"When you don't do it correctly, that's what you get. Think of that as your motivation for the scene. Now, . . action!"
She heard a laugh behind her. Whoever was with them found that remark amusing. She began again, moving back and forth vigorously on his dick. He slapped her again.
"C'mon, . . . you know how I like it!"
She slowed down and went very gently up and down his cock, finally settling on performing short bobs just below the crown. His head went back to savor the action. She began touching his balls lightly and knew she was doing well when Jack started groaning.
"That's it, Ems. That's my little Emily. . . . Yeah, . . . that's fine now."
"Damn, . . look at her," the guy in the room offered. "Fuck, she is sweet, isn't she."
Emily felt a second pair of hands on her, caressing her neck and back, . . . running his fingers lightly over her little black cocktail dress. She felt the mattress dip a bit under his weight. Judging from the slightly higher pitch of his voice and the bedspring squeak as he perched there she imagined him to be at least a little smaller than Jack. His hands were smaller and felt a bit course, though not unpleasant.
She began to relax a bit as she realized that Jack was her guy and she was Jack's girl and he would never allow any harm to come to her, . . would he? The thing she liked about Jack or at least the thing she found attractive about him was his mystery. His unwillingness to reveal anything about his life or his past. She really had no idea who he was, what he did, or what he had done in his life.
"You could be a fucking murderer for all I know," she had said to him once.
"Could be," he had replied evenly. She had assumed he was joking.
She was calming down now and he was getting off. His groans had turned to moans as his face took on the look of a guy who is really, really enjoying his blowjob. Almost like someone was hurting him. She always found that so odd. A girl knew she was doing well if the guy looked and sounded like he was in pain.
Jack panted a little, offered a few "Fuck ME"s here and there and then came strongly, fully, and warmly into her mouth. She took it all in and swallowed it as it came, in little gulps. She did not savor this but did so out of a sense of duty to him. Because it gave him pleasure, it gave her pleasure. And she kissed his cock to coax the last few vestiges of cum out of him. And he gave it up, in little spasms of his penis. Like little convulsions, little sighs of sperm.
He was done. He looked down at her and eased off his knees so that he was laying on his back, with Emily still facing him, her head resting on his thigh. He stroked her shoulders a little bit and then slid his hands up to grasp and hold onto her hands.
"Anytime," he said.
With that, she felt her dress unzipping behind her before whoever it was behind her quickly and violently ripped the rest of it in half. He tore her bra clasp in back and pulled her panties down her legs before discarding them onto the floor. Except for the remnants of her dress she now lay naked on the bed as Jack immobilized her arms, his cohort undressing at the end of the bed. She looked up at Jack, paralyzed with fear. Her lip began to tremble and her hands were shaking. A few small whelps escaped involuntarily from her.
"Hey, . . . look at me," Jack commanded. She did so. "I want you to make yourself available to Richard. I want you to fuck him. I want him to enjoy you. Richard is a friend and I promised him a good evening. I bragged to him about you. Don't make me a liar."
She began to consciously regulate her breathing. Rationally she knew that Jack would not cause her to come to harm. At least that's what she told herself. But she knew nothing about the guy (Richard?) stroking her back now. And Jack offered no reassurances about him. But this is what she signed on for, wasn't it? Allowing Jack to guide her life and her activities - all of them - as he saw fit. And this was part of it, wasn't it? Her breathing was returning to normal, she was calming herself.
Richard stroked her back vigorously, almost like a massage. He was not clumsy. He began kneading her muscles and actually appeared to know what he was doing. His lips made contact with her neck and moved up to near her ears. For a few moments he became very gentle as he softly nuzzled next to her earlobe. His massage had the effect of relaxing her even further. She felt his thick, stout cock on her behind as he eased it between her cheeks, moving it back and forth.
"This is, . . . the most amazing ass . . . I have ever . . . fucking . . . seen!" Richard exclaimed. Jack laughed softly.
"I told you," he agreed. "You want to fuck it"?
"Later, maybe, . . . yeah. Right now I just want to look at it and rub my cock on it," Richard offered.
She felt his dick, not long but very thick, rubbing against her butt. He continued kissing her neck and she caught a scent of his after-shave or cologne. It smelled vaguely familiar but she couldn't name it. It was subtle, not overpowering, and very appealing. Jack continued to hold her hands but she found herself unable to look at him. She fixed her eyes on his inner thigh and genitals. Richard began stroking the sides of her breasts and reaching underneath to fondle her nipples. He pushed himself against her butt until it was up in the air. Jack eased her hands down so that she could be on all fours and her breasts could dangle freely.
"Do as Richard tells you."
"Richard wants you to stay just like that, baby," Richard told her, "just like that."
His left hand continued to pull at her nipple while his right hand began to play with her vagina. He explored the labia, gently rubbing and slowly inserting his fingers until he made some light penetration. Finding her surprisingly wet, he distributed her natural lubricant around the outside until he was playing with her wet clit. He continued tweaking and flicking her nipples as she started to pant a little and make soft little sounds. He then entered her with two fingers and began digit fucking her slowly, pulling out almost all the way before moving back in again. Soon he was thrusting his fingers to the hilt as she groaned audibly and got wetter and wetter. She realized that Richard knew what he was doing and she finally made eye contact with Jack, who laid back and appeared to never have taken his eyes off of her. Suddenly Richard's wine-bottle base cock was in her. She breathed in and held her breath until he had entered and then withdrawn before re-entering. She let out a long "Oooohhhhhh" as he began fucking her and she came almost immediately. He continued pumping, slower now, as she enjoyed a slow build up to a second orgasm. As he fucked her slowly he grabbed her ass and gave it several slaps. A spanking freak, this only heightened her pleasure and she put her head down onto the bed to concentrate fully. He picked up the fucking pace while continuing to slap and spank her ass. After a few minutes he began applying a lubricant to her anus and started a penetration with his middle left finger while continuing to fuck her and grip/spank her perfect ass. She had no idea when the lubricant had been produced and, in her current bliss, she did not care.
Soon his finger had entered her hindquarters fully and he made circular motions, gingerly touching the inside of her there. Between that and the g spot contact in her pussy she came again, loudly, vigorously, almost violently. She looked up to see Jack watching her, enthralled, enraptured, and silently in total control. Richard let out a loud "Whooo" himself but it was clear he did not cum. He continued finger and penis fucking her in both holes while Jack watched and thought.
"Change of plans," Jack announced. He motioned Richard to switch places with him. As Richard withdrew from her Jack addressed Emily. "Keep your head down, don't look up. Don't look at Richard."
Richard moved to Jacks spot, sitting at the head of the bed with his legs spread. Emily had her face down, about 5 inches in front of him. Jack moved behind her. "Suck Richard's cock," he demanded. Emily obeyed, taking his dick into her mouth and using her hand she worked it aggressively. This seemed to suit Richard rather well.
"Oh God, yeah. Yes, . . . perfect. That's perfect. . . . Yeah, . . . that's just how I like it."
Emily worked her hand in a circular motion as she did her mouth, showering Richard's penis with spit, her natural oral lubricant. Her other hand squeezed his balls intermittently as she somehow sensed that this was what he liked. She squeezed both his fuzzy balls together and at other times she would roll them separately between her thumb and two fingers, that after giving them a good pinch.
Behind her, Jack applied lubricant liberally to this cock and worked even more of it into her beautiful ass. Once he was confident she was slicked up enough he entered her there, very slowly. He worked the tip in first, going back and forth until he felt her accommodating him effortlessly to this degree. Then he went in a little further until about 4 of his eight or so inches was pumping into her comfortably, feeling her relax. For her part, Emily was in an altered state. She loved sucking on a nice penis and loved even more a big prick in her ass. Jack's big prick was the ultimate joy for her. This delicious pain, stretching her and turning her almost inside out, was the epitome of ecstacy for her. She loved the dirtiness, the wrongness, the contraryness of the entire action. The hurt, the subtle humiliation, the unnatural hunger. She was in it for all of this. Jack went in further and further every few minutes until he was banging her up to his hilt. While his length was formidable, this thickness was tolerable; enough to make her ache and feel raw but not enough to make it excruciating.
Jack was pumping and pumping now, on the inevitable journey toward orgasm. That was his goal but like most things worth doing, the journey was paramount. He gazed upon her astonishing ass as it shook with his thrusts; each globe a substantial mound of impeccable flesh jiggling upward and then settling back with each advancement he made. The curve up to her tiny waist and then the flaring out of her muscular little 'V' shaped back was art in motion. Watching her blow his best friend brought him such joy, filling him with pride and an odd sense of accomplishment. He made this happen. He was the director, writer, and designer tonight.
He moved his fingers to her pussy and began shoving them in and out, in sychronistic rhythm with his sodomizing her. She began making unintelligible sounds as he did so, probably giving Richard a true 'hummer.' Jack felt himself getting close and looked to Richard to gauge his progress. Richard's head was thrown back and he, too, now had that look of pain and accompanying sounds that let Jack know it wouldn't be long for him either. He heard Emily begin to make her orgasm noises and thought it was time.
"Tell Emily when you're cumming," he said to Richard. "She's not to swallow your sperm or get any on her face."
"Okay," Richard panted. After a few more seconds he blurted "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"
Emily pulled her mouth off of him, still crying out with the remnants of her own orgasm and kept working him with her hand. She turned her head as Richard shot wildly onto her neck and breasts. She felt his warm sperm land and drip off of her onto the bedspread. He gasped out for a few more moments. It was over for him quite quickly.
Jack was ready and felt himself unload mightily into her ass. She could feel him too and this made her ontinue to cum in more small bursts. Jack seemed to pour everything he had into this last detonation and almost collapsed onto her back, grasping her and pulling her onto her side as he lay behind her, his cock still hard within her. He lay there silently with her for a few minutes while he caught his breath and she stroked his hand. She still had not set her eyes on Richard as he rose off the bed, got dressed, and left the apartment without saying a word.
He continued to hold her in silence for what felt like minutes. He finally spoke.
"Tell me how you feel," he said.
Emily took a long, deep breath before speaking.
"Manipulated, exploited, used, sore, . . . and bruised" she told him.
In other words," he added after a few moments pause, "perfect."
"Yes, “ she agreed. “Perfect.”
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