Emmas adventures and misfortunes
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emma's New World
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You had taken it slowly with me, not that I thought that at the time.I found out that you had been keeping a watching brief on me for months, justwaiting. Then without me realising, you decided I was ready, and you were right.It was as though you realised you had all the time in the world and were determinedto make sure that I wanted what the future held for me and was fully awareof each step.
I'd seen you around the office at times. I'd fancied you from afar. Youwere far too good looking and rich for me. Actually it wasn't that totally,I could tell you were experienced and in control. I tried to give out thatI was, in my bossy way, but I knew it was a mask. Really I was scared and frightened,so much so that outside work I kept myself very much to myself more than peoplerealised. I'd never really liked parties, especially ones connected with peoplefrom work. When Charlotte, my boss, bullied me into going to hers. I was alittle put out, almost not going but eventually giving in to her pressure.
I was wearing my best dress and knew that I looked reasonable. A numberof men obviously looked me up and down as I entered and stood speaking to Charlotte.Soon she left me with a mixed group of people. I tried to look interested asI listened to discussions of banking and cooking for parties and share dealing.I had nothing much to offer and said very little.
Suddenly I noticed you watching me. I hadn't seen you arrive and your presenceand attention both frightened and excited me. When you came over to the groupI was with I could tell you were aware of me, eventually I became aware thatyou were flirting, with me! You were so strong and sure. After a while youtook my arm and felt myself shaking as you refilled our glasses. You decidedthat we wouldn't be returning the group; we stood talking in a corner. I feltgauche and girlish, I knew I talking nonsense about things that I knew nothing.It was odd, in the past I'd flirted like everyone else and I'd been flirtedwith but this was different, I didn't feel in control and felt the need torun away to safety. I didn't, and strangely it excited me. You were careful,I realise that now, and you played me on your line. I could have escaped andyet even though I realised you were danger I stayed. God you were dangerous,yet I could feel your presence aroused me somehow. That was new.
Listening to you making me laugh and knowing I was aroused was a dangerousmix. I hadn't had a boyfriend since I'd left university. I'd only ever beento bed with two men, boys really, and they hadn't aroused me in bed as muchas I was simply by you standing next to me. I knew you'd leave and I'd haveto go home to my flat and fantasise. I'd even got out of the habit of masturbatingI realised sheepishly. I knew I would tonight.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
I went scarlet. I could feel my face burning. I wanted to cry, to run awayembarrassed. I hid within the drape of my hair, and then looked up. You kissedme! I couldn't cope. I felt your lips softly play over mine as my breathingbecame ragged. I could feel your body through my dress. You must be teasingme! I pulled back and looked at your face and I sank in your eyes. I hid myface against your chest. My knickers were wet! I ran away from you out intothe garden like some stupid little heroine in a Victorian melodrama. The nightwas cool, though not cold from the strangely hot spring day. I breathed in,listened to the soft sounds of night, tried to control my emotions.
After I thought I had regained some control I walked back towards the house.You were there, standing against the doorframe.
"I'm sorry. I must just seem like a silly little girl to you."
"No. I understand. I wont bite you know. Is the garden interesting?" Youreyes were laughing but I didn't feel I was being laughed at. I smiled back.
"Not really."
"Lets see if we can find something." You held out your hand, nottaking mine, but offering to take mine. You always let me think I had a choice.I gave you hand and we walked back into the privacy of the warm night amongstthe trees. You kissed me again and my responses frightened me again.
"Why are you playing with me?"
"I'm not."
"Then why me? I'm not sophisticated or beautiful enough for you."
"Oh my! You are beautiful." Liar! Liar! I wanted to shout, butyou continued. "You are, and how you react to me saying it shows thatyou aren't vain. Maybe I'd like to make you believe it, and sophisticationis only experience. I've watched you. You try and hide behind a pretence ofsuperiority at times, at other times it's merely distance. Don't be afraid.You can keep people away but it will only leave you without knowing what youcan have." I closed my eyes and you kissed the tears that escaped fromthem, then I offered you my mouth and you held me.
In the party again you made me feel beautiful. You also made me feel protected.I felt drunk just thinking I was with you. We talked to others now as wellas to each other. I laughed, and though I still felt a little gauche I relaxedmore and more. At times I simply looked at you, knowing my eyes were shining.You weren't really that attractive, certainly not good looking in the obviousway, but you had an aura about you. I knew I wanted to be with you.
"Will you come back with me?" I stared up at you. My mouth wasdry and I just nodded. You drove to your house. We sat in the car in silence.I watched you as I drove along with this virtual stranger. I felt frightenedby what I was doing, what I was feeling and yet strangely I trusted you. I'dnever slept with anyone when I'd just met him. I'd never really been botheredabout sleeping with anyone to be honest. It had never been that good; I'd neverorgasmed with others, not that they knew or cared. It was different with you.Somehow you made me feel like a princess, but there was more. I felt caredabout and cared for, as though you would look after me. I'd never let anyonethis close before and we had only just met. I wanted to go to bed with youthen. I wanted you.
In your large Georgian house I dithered. My normal good girl was fightingwith the needs of my wicked side. I wanted you to sweep me up and take me toyour bed in your arms but I was scared to death that you would. A coffee anda talk, maybe leading gradually to more was preferable I thought. You didn'twait for me, you took me immediately upstairs. Inside your room you took meloosely in your arms and ran your hand over my breast; I felt my nipple swellin excitement. I didn't know what to do, my heart was pumping, I wanted tocry I knew I was out of control of the situation. Instead of running I laidmy forehead on your chest. Your fingers took the tip and twisted almost firmly.I winced and my eyes fluttered. You continued to roll my nipple between hisfingers, toying with it idly. I realised that I was afraid and excited morethan I should be. There were twinges in my sex.
You pulled my head up for you to see. "You are not to speak." Inodded, thankfully. I was frightened of what I might have said, my body feltmore alive than it ever had. My chest heaving as the strong ache from my nipplesbecame intense pleasure. I tried to regain my breath, to calm down, but theeffort was wasted.
"Undress for me." You sat down on the bed looking up at me. Youlooked so handsome and confidant, I wanted to pinch myself to see if I wasdreaming. "The dress." I slowly unbuttoned my dress, shook it freefrom my arms and let it fall to the floor. "Ah, good, no tights. Now thebra." I reached around my back and unclasped my bra just let it roll offmy shoulders. My nipples stood out further than I had ever seen them. "Now..." Ibegan to tremble I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my knickers and veryslowly rolled them down over my hips. It was on the border of sheer embarrassment,as I stood naked, being appraised, yet I could smell the familiar scent ofmy arousal. I was worried that you'd not like my body; that I'd be embarrassedand spoil things, but thankfully you took charge. My body didn't seem to putyou off and as you made me undress, I had actually enjoyed you taking all initiativeaway from me. It felt strangely safe giving up the responsibility to you. Youaroused me and I wanted you to take me.
You instructed me to stand closer. I followed your commands without needfor conscious thought, wordlessly, compelled. Your hands examined me, slidingover my skin. Your hand snaked between my legs. I closed my eyes. I was completelymortified by my wetness. I could never remember leaking so much before.
Opening my eyes I was caught in your smile. Your finger plunged deeply intome. Feeling you suddenly enter into my body left me shocked and gasping. Yourfinger plunged his finger in and out of my wetness. I just stood there nakedwhilst you were still fully dressed accepting your use of me.
Suddenly it occurred to me that I might climax but you removed your handand, as I blushed, wiped my inordinate liquids over my stomach. No one hadever dared do that to me before, I was unable to hide how excited I was fromeither of us with that simple action. I yearned to be brought to climax byyou.
You lay me naked on your huge bed and caressed me. Self-consciously I triedto cover my nakedness again but you took my hands and placed them beside myhead, telling me to keep them there. My hair was unfurled under them acrossthe sheet. I felt exposed and tentatively moved one hand. You shook your headand I returned it feeling excitingly exposed and desperate to trust you. Itoccurred to me then that it should have frightened me but all I felt was thatsexual rush in my belly. I was so aroused.
"Imagine they are tied there."
My hips jerked. How did you know? How did you know one of my most secretfantasies was to be ravished like this, tied, with no responsibility for whatwas done to me? I closed my eyes, my lips were dry, my breasts rising and fallingrapidly as you caressed them.
Your hand found my mound. I had always been embarrassed about the size ofmy mound and my sex in general. In trousers sometimes I thought that it's bulgeappeared as though I had a cock. My mound seemed to protrude and was emphasisedby its inherent fleshiness. My full labia didn't close into the single delicateand virtually invisible line that my old English teacher had considered a lady'sshould when discussing some rude scene in a play at school. Now, with my feelingsin a whirl, my entire sex felt bloated as I pushed up to your hand as it cuppedme, wanting your finger inside again. As your hand moved fractionally I realisedthat I was leaking copiously onto you and began shaking with embarrassment.I didn't know if I would cry. But it wasn't simply embarrassment it was alsowicked lust. I wanted you to make love to me, to take me. As you kissed meyour fingers slid over my clit. I moaned into your mouth, my hips bucking.
I kept my hands where you'd placed them as I watched you undress. I triedto forget the position I was laying in. You were hard, you were excited, andyou wanted me. I loved looking at you. I looked at you and knew you were goingto take me.
Your hands spread my legs further. I whimpered softly but didn't resistyou forcing my display. You knelt above me; I could feel your cock restingover my stomach. I wanted you more than I'd ever wanted before. I parted mylegs further and pushed up to you. I felt like a slut, it felt exciting. Yourcock sawed over my lips parting them further, your knob pressed against me,pushed into me, stretching me, left me gasping as you slid slowly into me,stretching, filling. With virtually no foreplay I was ready for you. As youbegan to move I felt so full of you, you were so hot and hard inside me. Myhands were still restrained by my head. You began a slow thrusting. I was lubricatingmore freely than ever but you still stretched me. Resting on your elbows youkissed my face softly, spoke to me about what you were doing, what I was doing.You made me say it too. Your rhythm increased very slowly in speed with eachthrust. I found I was pushing up desperate to have you deep, found I was makingsoft mewling noises. I was being taken. You were taking me. I couldn't do anything,you were in control, and you were enjoying using my body and I was enjoyingyou using my body.
I exploded. My orgasm ripped through me taking me with it. My body was fullof fireworks and the sound of waves breaking and almost painful pleasure. Ibecame aware of the fact that you were holding me down with your weight asI thrashed around, gradually calming, not believing what you'd done to me.
"I might have to gag you next time, and tie you firmer." You joked.My body hit another small peak. My hands were still restrained in our fantasy.
You began teasing me with your cock. Taking yourself almost out of me, makingvery small thrusts into me. I wanted you deeper, needed to be filled by you,by your cock. I heard myself pleading with you, I wanted to come again! I pushedup to you, demanded, all to no avail. You slightly increased your depth attimes, only often to retreat again. Very infrequently you'd fill me fully onlythen to tease again as my body craved to be stuffed. I begged. I begged. Isurprised myself, I'd never considered begging anyone for anything let alonesex! The thought made me hotter, I was desperate. I couldn't believe it butI cried real tears of frustration.
"I'll make you come."
"Oh God! Yes! Yes! Now! Please! Now!"
"You'll come, and so will I," my entire body curved off the bedat the thought of you climaxing inside me, "and after you will clean mycock with your mouth."
"Oh God! Oh! Yes. Yes." I'd never done that to anyone. Never evenconsidered it with anyone. Always refused, it was dirty. Until now. Now, Iwould have to do it. Even though it was dirty, it was arousing because it wasdirty and I'd have to.
You slid inside me and actually told me to orgasm. I did! Oh God how I camefor you. Then you fucked me. You took my body and made it yours. You fuckedme through my wild climaxes and through yours. I heard you grunt softly inyour throat as you came and it made me feel so supremely happy. I came yetagain.
I didn't want you to move from me. I hated the feel of you pulling out ofme. I was exhausted but I rolled over and l knelt by you. My thighs and hipswere soaking as I knelt over your beautiful cock. I could feel your semen dribblingdown my thighs. I wanted to wash, to be clean for you. I wanted to pleasureyou more. The wetness made me embarrassed yet shameless. I kissed your cockas it throbbed. I tasted you. I could taste myself on you. I kissed and lickedyou wantonly. Pushing my face against you, slick from my sex, I felt such agreedy slut. Your veins pulsed and I took you between my lips and allowed youinside. I'd never had a cock in my mouth; you had my virginity there at least.I wanted more, took more until I gagged. I loved the feel of you inside mymouth, loved the feel in me as I pleasured and cleaned you. I couldn't believeit was me. I couldn't believe I had done any of this. I slept in your arms.I was still sticky. I smelt of sex. I knew I had been such a whore, but I fellasleep still feeling the throbbing between my legs.
In the morning I woke and felt the tenderness of my sex. I wasn't used to it!We'd made love more than once during the night. The bed was empty. I wasa little frightened, but you walked in almost immediately. You walked innaked, your cock bouncing out in front of you as you carried a tray. I couldn'ttake my eyes off it! I giggled.
On the tray was a large bowl of fruit cut up into bite-sized pieces. Therewas something else, something leather though I didn't know what it was.
"I want to feed you, but I want you to be blindfold as I do." Itseemed funny, amusing. It was a game. I laughed. I had never been blindfoldin my short adult life. You sat me up in bed, my breasts visible. I was embarrassedby it, but you refused for me to cover them. I suddenly became aware of howI stunk of sex, needed to clean myself. I asked you if I could go to the toiletfirst but you wouldn't let me. You brushed unruly waves of hair from my facethen fastened the amazingly soft leather over my eyes around my head.
Considering that no one had ever done this to me before, never thought aboutit in all probability, I was so surprised that I didn't feel overwhelming panic,but I didn't. It felt so comfortable, so secure. The smell of the leather waspowerful near my nostrils. The blackness was total. A shiver ran through me,my mouth opened slightly as I breathed quickly. My lips were dry. My nippleswere hardening rapidly. I was aroused! It seemed so strange. In the blacknessI felt powerless. You had taken away my ability to do things that I took forgranted. I was also defenceless. I felt the covers pulled from me, leavingme fully naked. It was odd, the feeling of being made to be naked was embarrassingbut the blackness allowed me the childish belief that if I couldn't see anything,no one could see me. It allowed me to pretend that I wasn't a slut. You tookmy hands and leant me back with my hands behind me. I knew my breasts wouldbe thrusting out. It was awful. You tapped my thighs apart as our open mouthskissed. It was really so rude. Eventually I moved them slowly apart. You hadmade me. I felt close to being too embarrassed by my position, but I knew Iwas excited beyond belief.
A piece of fruit took my attention as it rubbed over my lips. It was a softslice of peach, the taste strong in my darkness. It was sensual against mylips, being pushed into me. I was being fed. I had quietly acquiesced and transferredmy power to you. A strawberry rubbed across my teeth, then a piece of orange.Something cool and sticky rubbed over my nipple. I heard myself make a noise,probably at the unexpectedness. My nipples were hard. I was excited. It waspure fantasy, though one I had not the creativity to have considered. Morefruit fed to me, occasional pieces rubbed over my breasts.
"Stephen..."
"Hush. There is no need for talking." You kissed my softly forwhat seemed like hours.
You kissed me again and held my head captive with your fingers combed inmy hair. My face was hot against yours. Your hand tapped my thighs even furtherapart. I was being dreadful but I did so until you said you were satisfiedthat I was displaying myself to your liking. I knew what I must look like.I hid in my hot dark. I went to move my hands to hold you, but your mouth camefrom mine and you murmured "No" and they slunk back behind me leavingme totally defenceless.
At times your fingers would drip juices into my mouth, or tease my lips.I never knew what was coming next, couldn't see. You had control. I had givenmine up. Your fingers suddenly slipped inside my sex. I gasped. They came backto my mouth. I could taste the tang of my juices as well as the fruit. It wasso shameful. I sucked your fingers, as I knew I had sucked your cock. I wasmoaning softly. I couldn't stop you, or myself.
More fruit, more fingers inside my sex and then in my mouth again. Morefruit. Something cold at my sex made me jump. It was a piece of fruit thatyou rubbed over me. I tasted myself on it as you slipped it into my mouth.
You caressed me and filled my body with hot need. At times you would stopafter exciting me to fever pitch.
"Please! Please! Please carry on!" Begging you to continue. Anotherpiece of fruit slipped into my mouth.
"OK. I will, but only on the condition that you promise not to orgasmuntil I grant permission."
"Yes! Yes! I promise!" Stupidly thinking I had some control leftI readily agreed, in my blindness.
Your fingers were far too clever. Even when you were rough or pinched mynipples and it should have hurt; the pain was full of pleasure. The feelingsof being blindfold and virtually bound was dizzying. You built my orgasm. Yourfingers explored and took me. The darkness was making me so aware of everytouch. They floated so lightly at times as if they were feathers blowing overmy skin, at others they would knead or squeeze my flesh until my blood boiled,and at others they would enter into my hot slippery body. You brought me nearerand nearer and then allowed me frantic moments when I wasn't sure if I wantedyou to continue or whether I was desperately pleased that you'd allowed mesome respite.
"Please Stephen!"
"Please what? Do you want me to stop?"
"Yes. No. I'm going to climax if you carry on."
"You promised that you wouldn't"
"I cant! I cant!"
"You promised."
Again and again you built up my arousal, stoking the fires that only youhad found. Up and up your fingers took me. I had no control. I was just a slut.You had all the control. I knew that without you slowing I would not be ableto stop my body hurtling over the edge. Again my arousal built in your hands,but this time you didn't stop! This time I felt myself grasping desperatelyfor some hold and found none. I had promised not to climax and I could tellthat I was not in full control of my body any more. That thought was frighteningand yet strangely exciting, like the feeling as one sits approaching a hugedrop on a scary ride. With one of your hands at my breast, fingers rhythmicallysqueezing on a nipple, the other at my sex, fingers teasing my clit and thensuddenly plundering my insides I came. I tensed and arched, and then afterI had held that wondrous feeling inside for as long as I could I heard soundsof all kinds issue from my throat and mouth, I felt my head jerk spasticallyout of control as electric currents surged within me, I felt juices spurt disgustinglyfrom me, I watched as fireworks exploded inside me as my head thrashed fromside to side.
I don't know how long it lasted. It could have been hours it could havebeen minutes. It left me exhausted and with small orgasmic spasms passing throughme as I swayed panting. You gave me orgasms like I'd never known. My body coveredin sweat, the bed sodden between my legs.
In my darkness I heard you whisper.
"You are a naughty girl. You promised not to orgasm. Didn't you?"
"Yes." I murmured.
"Naughty girls have to be disciplined."
"Oh. Do they?" Words breathed out.
"Yes."
"Oh. Oh." Sighed. My mouth open. My sex pulsing.
"Just a small punishment this time."
"Yes. Please, just a small one."
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