Emma
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XXXIV
Salim wasn’t at all sure she liked all the changes that her lover had dictated on her niece. First, the breasts, now so unnaturally firm and hard, resisting all attempts of gravity to lower their profile. Then the lips now in such a firm unchanging pout which made her seem as if she was constantly ready for sex, but also somehow moody and sullen when she wasn’t smiling, which was really most of the time. Next were the hips and upper thighs which, together with Amna’s newly trimmed waist, gave her a much more pronounced figure, so different from the slightly pudgy girl she’d originally fallen in love with. Now Fatima had dictated that Amna should remove all trace of pubic and anal hair (quite a feat in itself) achieved with waxing and depilatory cream. As Salim’s tongue roved over the smooth flatness of her niece’s vulva, she found it hard to reconcile it with the lush growth of dark hair that once flourished there. She found it difficult to believe that this was the same vulva, the long hairy strands of which used to entangle in between her teeth.
Fatima preferred this appearance. It matched her own pubic smoothness, which Fatima also found somewhat new and disturbing. Why shed such a natural and really rather friendly and reassuring growth? She especially didn’t like the sexual exercises which she insisted the young girl needed to further her career. Wasn’t her own lovemaking with Amna sufficient? And even that, Fatima did so much more roughly with the tools she had at her disposal. Was it necessary for Fatima to pretend to be a man: thrusting a dildo deeper inside Amna than all but the most well endowed man ever could. Fatima herself was not at all enthusiastic about using such aids, and had time and time again reproved Fatima when she surreptitiously tried to include them in their own sex life. Salim could live without them. Why couldn’t Fatima?
Salim was even less pleased the first time Fatima invited a man to her house to practice practical sex with her niece. Did it have to be brought so vulgarly to her attention? She felt restricted in her own home, forced to preserve her modesty under a scarf and a flowing ankle-length dress: only her hands and some of her face at all visible. Men were not welcome company as far as Salim was concerned. The silk underwear remained hidden out of sight, even though Amna remained naked in her newly constructed body, so accustomed now to her habitual nudity that she almost had to be reminded to put clothes on when she ventured out of the house. It was true that Amna felt less comfortable in clothes than before. The new contours of her body were not designed to be hidden. Jeans squeezed uncomfortably tight over her broader hips and tee shirts pushed upwards by the steady pressure of her breasts.
Salim was more disturbed to see Fatima, the woman she loved to distraction, making no attempt to present an appearance of even secular modesty in front of Robert. She wore nothing but her most lacy and slight underwear, and of course the black silk stockings and stilettos she so rarely removed. Salim blushed as the details of her nipple appeared so obviously in the outline of the brassiere and was aware that had Fatima not shaved her pubic region so smoothly it would almost all have been revealed on the fringes of her red laced panties. However, Fatima not only insisted on dressing so immodestly, but also that Salim should hide her natural modesty to the extent of watching her niece and this man fucking together on Amna’s bed, the detritus of teen magazines, videos and compact discs cleared unceremoniously out of the way.
Somehow, watching Amna’s cunt being penetrated so close and so physically was even less pleasant than watching it on video, as Salim had had to do rather more often than she could care to remember. Fatima occasionally gave advice to Robert and Amna as to what they should do and how to do it, keeping her mind on the photogenic aspects of the physical act, ensuring that the thrusting penis and recipient cunt were on display at all times. Amna’s large breasts swung up and down, back and forth with the stiff unrippling rhythm that the silicone dictated. Finally, after how long Salim didn’t care to say and after the penis had thrust its way deep inside Amna’s anus as well, Robert pulled out his erect and throbbing penis and with the assistance of Amna’s tongue released spurt after spurt of semen onto Amna’s face and chest. A long trail of viscous liquid dribbled down the side of Amna’s nose, lightly luminescent against the darkness of her skin, and trailed several centimetres down below her chin. On Fatima’s urgent prompting she pretended to enjoy it, smiling in apparent ecstasy and moaning in a way that sounded so utterly false to Salim’s ears. Surely, the fact that Amna did this sort of thing on celluloid and acetate was enough.
But clearly not, as far as Fatima was concerned, who persuaded Salim to join her in applauding the success of Amna’s lovemaking. “Bravo!” Exclaimed Fatima clapping her hands. “Much better! One day you may even start enjoying it!”
Amna smiled foolishly as she wiped off the semen that wasn’t already beyond recall from her face and chest, and crawled over the bed towards Fatima in the obvious hope that Fatima would complement the lovemaking with her own affection. To Salim’s horror, it seemed that Fatima would at first, and in the presence of this strange man, as she removed her knickers and allowed them to drop to her feet. Salim’s horror deepened, however, as it became obvious that the object of her sexual advances was not to be Amna, who appeared relatively nonchalant at the fact, but Robert.
Fatima crawled onto the bed, past Amna, and over to Robert’s now limp penis which she nevertheless began coaxing into a new life with her lips and tongue. Salim covered her face with shame, but watched nonetheless, as Fatima took the growing penis into her mouth, while running her fingers up and down its length, pumping it into renewed life with each rhythmic caress, and its purple glans swelled to very much the size of Fatima’s open mouth. Fatima smiled lasciviously at Salim while exercising Robert’s member.
It was not at all long until that long penis was once again ensconced inside a cunt, but this time Fatima’s, with Amna participating on Fatima’s prompting by licking Fatima’s clitoris or nipples. Although Salim rarely if ever saw things from a male perspective, she could see that Robert was in a very fortunate position in having two beautiful female bodies, the only ones that Salim had ever loved and who she would always love to distraction, wrapped around him and ensuring that his penis would not easily remain limp for very long. It particularly disturbed her that Fatima showed rather more true and honest pleasure in the lovemaking than Amna ever had. Her cries of passion were unfeigned, guttural and frequent.
Salim could only take so much of this. Despite her normal desire to please Fatima’s every whim, she raised herself to her feet and was about to stride out of the bedroom to where she could more easily forget all that was going on under her roof. However, this immediately prompted Fatima, now wearing only her black stockings, her slim breasts hardly moving at all despite the rapid bobbing up and down of her body, to break loose of the lovemaking and run over to Salim and grasp her by the hand. Salim’s face was flushed and there was a slight urgency in her expression.
“Don’t leave, Sally! Stay. It’s your turn next!”
“My turn!” Gasped Salim in sheer terror. “No. I don’t know what you mean!”
Fatima pulled up Salim’s dress with a sudden abrupt gesture to reveal her own knickers and stockings. “Don’t be so hasty! You can enjoy Robert as well!” A hand ran up the top of Salim’s thigh and caressed her groin around the knickers.
Salim hesitated. Fatima had after all enjoyed making love to him. And she had felt rather l
eft out of the proceedings. Perhaps in the company of the two women she loved, the only two lovers she had ever had, she could lose her virginity with regards to heterosexual love. It was, after all, a critical part of her that even into her thirties she had not yet expressed. She looked at Robert who was spread naked across the bed, his erect penis grasped by Amna’s dark hand. She thought back to the only part of him that had at all interested her in the lovemaking, and that only because of where it was penetrated. She mused on the length of engorged flesh, with its purple end and its hairy base. She could never have that enter inside her!
Salim shook her head shyly, kissed Fatima tenderly on the lips and continued on her way to the living room to read a book or watch television. There were some experiences in life, she decided, which were really not worth experiencing. Ever.
Fatima’s efforts in promoting Amna’s career pursued every possible avenue. She agreed to meet Isabel, who, on the appointed day, was sat in her office in the television station’s main building. She was skimming through the pages of the professional sex media magazine she received free each week, contemplating the advertisements from the countless agencies who offered their sex starlets for the services of film, video, television or interactive software. Some of the advertisements were particularly lurid, but she had learnt to mistrust these when she was recruiting. The sexual adventurousness of the starlets was not really an indication of the quality of their performance, except in particular fringe aspects of the industry. She always professed a professional and competent approach to recruitment. She eased her large breasts down as she raised her wrist to glance at her watch. She was expecting to see Fatima and her candidate, Amna, in a few moments for an audition for a television series that Isabel was producing concerning Asian sexual practices. It was tentatively called Brown Cunts and Slit Eyes, but was likely to be modified to just Brown Cunts and Slits in deference to the all too vocal sensitivity of the Asian minority.
Fatima and Amna were dressed quite appropriately for their rôles when they arrived. Fatima wore a green business suit with a very short skirt that very nearly revealed the suspenders of her black silk stockings. Amna was totally naked except for a pair of stilettos on which she tottered in obvious unease and a heavy pasting of make-up. Isabel sat back in her chair and nodded approvingly as Amna twirled round on her heels revealing all she had to offer.
The breasts were good, Isabel decided. There were never too many girls in the industry willing to enhance their appearance for the tit market. A good pair of breasts were always a good sales point, as she had found out herself in her days as a sex actress, and did wonders for a girl’s career. True, Amna hadn’t committed herself to the same extent as Isabel had when she’d surrendered herself to scalpel and silicone, but she really had no need to, seeing as her native assets as an Asian were relatively distinctive in themselves. Her lips were good as well. They made her look perpetually sexy, if a bit sullen. But then sullenness always attracted that proportion of the target audience who didn’t like the idea of the girls enjoying their lovemaking too much.
“The buttocks and thighs have been enhanced too!” Remarked Fatima with pride, patting Amna on the bottom. “And she takes frequent exercise to keep her waist trim!”
“What about the crotch?” Wondered Isabel. “Is she normally so hairless?”
“Not at all. Without depilatory creams and daily attention, she’d be so hairy you wouldn’t believe! Amna’s naturally hirsute to a prejudicial degree.”
“Is that so? Some of the audience like that.”
“I’ve done my research, Isabel sweetest,” said Fatima daring a little more familiarity than she might normally do with a potential customer. “Hairiness is a turn off for the younger end of the market. Most successful teen stars keep their crotch at worst trim and spare.”
Isabel nodded. That was certainly true. A lot of the potential target preferred the illusion that the girls were several years younger than they actually were, even when they were pretty young to start off with.
“Well, she’s certainly good to look at,” Isabel announced. “But what’s she like when it comes to action?”
“Have you watched the videos I sent you?”
“The videos? Well, I had a brief look. I wasn’t too sure, to be honest. She’s not a natural, is she? It doesn’t come from the heart. Or do you think otherwise?”
A flash of concern passed over Fatima’s face, as if the issue which most worried her had been raised. She smiled broadly, however. “Amna’s a young girl. She’s growing in confidence and ability all the time. She has plenty of expert tuition from myself and true professionals. She’s able to convince even the most sceptical that she’s having a good time when …”
“You don’t mind, – do you? – if I put your claim to the test. Appearance is very important. I’d say it was the most important feature of a good sex actress. But she has to perform as well. I’ve persuaded one of my male sex actors to give her a trial. Is it alright if I ask him in?”
Fatima had expected this. Much of her work and preparation over the last few weeks had been for this very moment. She knew that once a sex actress is accepted then the odd, or even frequent, lapse in performance is tolerated if her charisma as a star or a looker compensated for it. She had spent a lot of time persuading Amna to relax and to overcompensate for her genuine lack of interest in heterosexual love. Fatima nodded. “I’m sure Amna’s up to the task!” She announced, squeezing her shoulder with a comforting hand.
Isabel nodded. “I’m sure she is.” She picked up her phone and spoke to her secretary: “Ask Boris to come in.”
Boris was a tall, quite athletic man whose long hair was tied into a ponytail and had several tattoos on his arms and torso. He pushed a confident hand through his hair, letting his earrings dangle in the slight breeze caused by this action. On Isabel’s nodding, he removed his clothes to reveal a limp penis and a trim figure.
Isabel leaned forward over her desks, her hands cupped underneath the overhang of her enormous breasts. “Amna. If you could please join Boris on the couch over there in the corner and we’ll assess your performance. Don’t be too worried. I don’t expect you to be at your best during an interview: I know only too well the effect nerves can have. Just go ahead and enjoy yourself.”
Fatima knew that passion and love were what Amna associated with making love to a man. To a certain extent it was almost better for her to view the exercise of fucking as a job rather than a pleasure. She watched with pride as Amna went through the motions that she had painstakingly practised for so many weeks. First the fellatio and hand work: building up a firm and stiff foundation for later intercourse. She watched with relief as Boris’s penis gradually swelled to its full nine or ten inches in length. It was soon full, firm and ready for action. Amna expectantly looked up to Fatima for advice at that point, and Fatima scratched her ear absently as they’d prearranged as a signal to say that she’d judged Boris to be prepared to penetrate.
It was at that stage that Amna positioned herself on top of Boris, his face behind her, allowing herself to be fucked again and again while facing Isabel and putting on the various repertoire of expressions that she and Fatima had practised for so long. Isabel was not so easily deceived. She had worked too many years in the industry for that: both as an actress and as a director. Now, as a producer, she could see that most, if not all, of Amna’s apparent sexual satisfaction was feigned. There was really no flush of pleasure
on the girl’s face and the only sweat generated was from exertion rather than ecstasy. But Isabel also knew that what mattered was not how the physical act felt to the actress but how it was viewed through the eyes of a television viewer who only saw those edited highlights that were deemed good enough for the screen.
Boris appeared to be taken in by Amna’s performance, producing as much, if not more, seminal fluid as he normally did on the screen, which Amna allowed to spread over her trim waist and into her mouth. Isabel nodded her head as Amna wiped away the traces of sperm from around her mouth and nose.
“Well, Fatima, I think your little friend can consider herself employed,” she announced with a broad grin, picking up a pen and the contract she’d had pre-printed in anticipation of the success of the audition.
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I am Shaw, 24 years old, mature lover from Sri Lanka. This is the story of how I had sex with my aunty when she was 39. She is a sex bomb. white colour skin with lil bit chubby curved figure. She is my dad's younger b*o's wife. This was happened in 2012 and I was studying aboard at that time. I came back to my home for a vacation in mid of 2012. My aunt's and our homes are near by. They don't have c***dren. So they loved being with me. So am I. ;) I loved being with my aunty and watching her. I...
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By : Kksheen Hi best wishes to all readers and thank you for your valuable replies for my last story titled Sex desire posited in the category couples. Once again I’m Sheen from Kashmir now at Mumbai, a horny guy. This is a hot encounter with my sis in law Tuba, who is big fan of me from my marriage day onwards. She is my wife’s cousin studying her MBA now and aged 24 years. She is as cute as my wife and blessed with good assets. She must be 5.5 in height and 55 kgs weight. Her measures would...
Yankee Swap, Chapter 9: Meanwhile Back in Maine Ken got home in time to wash up and get ready for dinner. He texted Connie to see if he could bring anything to the dinner. She said "Just bring yourself. We're still in the holiday mode, so wear something, umm, special." The way she said special made Ken wonder if Connie was the one who slipped the note and adhesive into his gift bag. Thinking quickly he replied "OK, I will wear something I've recently become attached to." What...
"So...what were you doing on the chat...?" I asked. "Just horny...and you?" he asked. "I was curious...and...I was kinda surprised that you had pics of yourself to give away" I said. "Those are old...everybody changes...." He said. "Maybe...but you are still chubby to me...." I said smirking to him. "Ugh...you're actually gonna go there 'Mr.4 pack'?" he said rolling his eyes at me. "Duh...of course I am 'Mr.semi-6-pack'..." I said laughing. "You're a...
My name is Robin and I am a gym bunny. I really take exercising very seriously and have a good physique. I am five-foot-ten-tall; I’m blond and blue-eyed, and according to most people, I’m very good-looking. Sadly my sex life is practically non-existent. The problem is that I like ultra-masculine men and they seem to be few and far between. A further setback for me is that I am very conscious about my sexual orientation and shit-scared that anyone will find out and expose me. In my workplace...
Gay MaleHe opened the door with a mixture of anticipation and slight trepidation, and for a moment he was disappointed, but also a trifle relieved. "So, you couldn't persuade her?" "No," she smiled a little ruefully. Then a second or two later she chuckled. "Just winding you up! She'll be up in a minute, she's just paying the cab..." He smiled politely while she grinned up at him playfully. Even allowing for the very warm weather the shorts she was wearing were unbelievably short and the...
White women love black cock My name for this story is J I played football and basketball for a local high school in rural Texas, we were pretty good we won our district a couple of tomes but never advanced to the state finals. During my school years I dated a lot of white girls as well as black girls from my school but I prefer the white girls. I am now going to tell you why I prefer white girls simple fact is they suck cock much better than black girls. With just a very few exceptions black...
CHAPTER 1 It was after midnight and snowing. The lights of the restaurant in the small town on Long Island turned off and Gus the proprietor embraced his night manager and wished Mrs Glade Banks well. ‘Once again I ask,’ said Gus. ‘Where will you relocate?’ ‘I’ve told you. I’ll decide when I go to the airport tomorrow.’ ‘You’re burying your past, aren’t you?’ ‘Yes. Goodbye Gus.’ Glade walked off, her footsteps punching through new snow that had began falling almost four hours ago and now...
Just A Little Bit Gerry looked forward to his lunches with Tammy. He was careful to call it “lunch”, rather than “lunch date”, because he just couldn’t quite be sure what was developing between them… or if it was anything at all. He liked her, and she seemed to like him, but there was just that horrible thought in his mind that she wasn’t interested in him beyond sharing some time at lunch. Tammy was pretty, there was no doubt about that. She was pretty enough that he was surprised when she...
After our weekend get away when my wife had sex with a strange black man in his hotel room she was a revived woman. Our sex life picked back up and she was treating me like a king. I never intended it to happen but it turned out to be not so bad. I had gotten use to the idea of another man having fucked my wife. She was thinking I was the greatest husband ever for letter her explore her wild side and I was benefiting from her new found honieness. She even insisted on anal sex one night which...
Miss Priss 3 By Cheryl Lynn This work of fiction is copy written by author. Permission granted for personal download use only. Pay site or other use strictly forbidden. Please read Miss Priss 1 and 2 before this part. PLEASE NOTE: THIS STORY IS NOW RATED "X" as the situations become very adult in nature. If you do not like forced feminization and mean forceful women do not read. Miss Priss 3 It was very late by the time everything was unloaded from the car and neatly put...
Monday The morning started early with a shower and lathering my armpits, calves and forearms. I had been practicing all weekend and had removed all hair in those areas already and now only needed a touch-up to rid my skin of stubble. My pubic hair, what there was of it, was still there in all its splendor and I was dreading the inevitable. But I soldiered on and took first scissors then a Bic disposable razor to the hairy flesh above my private parts. Somehow, ridding that area of pubic...
Hi Friends. Mera naam minu hai. Meri age 45 hai. Meri shadi ke 24 yrs ho gaye hain. Kahte hain Naughty @ 40, bus wohi haal hai meri. Part 11 main maine bataya ki kaise maine aur neeta ne ek dusre ke bete ko chodne ke liye agree kiya aur phir us plan ko sakar bhi kiya. Please apna comment mein bhejen. Aapki comments mujhe aur bhi likhne ke liye majboor karenge. Please story ki sari parts padhe aur comment bhejen. Rahul aur mere bich ki wardaat ke 2 dino baad nisha ka call aaya tha. Minu: Hi...
My college was about 10 minutes from where I went to high school. I was young for my grade, I didn't turn 18 until halfway through my freshman year in college so I had a lot of friends in the grade below me that were still just down the street. A bunch of them would come by the college and hang out, go to parties with me, and even just come by the study. One of these was my friend Nancy. Nancy and I had been friends since she started her freshman year at our high school. She's a Taiwanese girl,...
(Nanda Parbat) John Was Sparring With Ra's al Ghul, Ra's Had Centuries of Experience Over John, But John was Ra's Horseman For A Reason. John had Served Four Tours in Afghanistan and Had A Well-Deserved Reputation As A Master Hand-To-Hand Combatant and Infiltrator. John Was Previously Part of A Joint-Military and ARGUS Taskforce as it's Executive Officer, and the Taskforce's Weapons and Tactics and Assassination Specialist. He Could Slip in and Out Without Being Seen and Could Cause...
After making my dad cum in the study room, I fucked my pussy with my dildo, and had an amazing orgasm in my bed. After that day things were quite naughty and dirty between me and Dad, but for the whole of the next week we didn’t get a chance to fuck each other, or do anything else. Sometimes, we did play dirty. He would grab my ass and spank it in the kitchen, or I would tease him under the table. Then one day a chance came. Mom was going to see her sister for the weekend. We had all the day to...
IncestSynergy (A MORFS Universe Story) Part 7 The next morning when I was taking Sammi for a walk, I looked out for anything suspicious. And indeed right down the street a dark blue van with tinted windows was parked. I walked over to see if there was someone inside, but when I got to about 15 feet distance, the car suddenly started up and pulled away. I'd already scribbled down the license and decided to give it to the police later. At school I stayed on guard, watching for anything out...
The Desired Life of a Newlywed Black-Owned Couple Every white wife wants to bask in glee on the day of her wedding. And why shouldn’t she? It’s unlike any other day ever in her life. It’s a day she’s never bound to forget. The sight of her as a Bride being escorted by her father into the chapel, saying her vows along with listening to that of her Groom — her future husbands — accepting his ring then sealing it with a kiss . . . after which they walk down the aisle under a flurry of excitement...
Interracial“Laivien”, Zax called outloud as he entered Grandmaster Kartion’s cave, knowing that Laivien, through the soul amplification of the violet stone, is already aware that he arrived to the cave. ‘Little Zax? You finished you closed doors training early?’ Laivien’s voice echoed in Zax’s sea of consciousness and after a short cessation, before Zax had the chance to reply, it resounded once more. ‘Eh? You really broke through, little Zax!’ Laivien communicated through the soul and the violet...
My wife, Alice, is a hot fifty-two-year old. She’s a natural blonde. Her five-foot-three body is slim and trim. Her perky tits fill a B-cup to overflowing and, when free, are firm and topped with luscious nipples. In a word, she is hot. And she loves to fuck. Although she may appear to be prim and proper, when we go out she’ll dress as sexy as I want. She loves to be admired and I like it too. The morning after exposing herself to the pizza guy and our hot sex right afterward, Alice said, “I...
ExhibitionismJust Like A Girl Part 8 by Mellissa 43 Authors Note: A short chapter adding to the anticipation. Thanks for all the feedback it really makes it worthwhile to know some people are enjoying my first ever story! If you want to send feedback direct: [email protected] Chapter 8 My legs were aching but I wanted to ensure my nose stayed on the mark. I was sure the hour was up, then I heard John, "That's a good 45 minutes now for the final 15 it will be harder! But it will all...
We caught our breath, resupplied with favors, grabbed our gear and moved into the bed room. Chris came up to me and whispered, ‘you’re so sexy, a lot of fun, and we want to have some more wild play.” ‘FUCK YEAH,” I nodded, and he went on to say “we want you to be the sub-boy for this part, and you will respect your Masters!” I lowered my eyes and nodded, “Yes, Sir!” “We’re going to cam this on Xhamster” Chris gently caressed my face and traced my lips with his fingers. Then he dropped his...
After I had finished cleaning up and getting dressed I put my bath robe on. When I walked into the living room and thought a Leon would be leaving it was getting late and I really needed to get to bed. I asked Leon who he was talking to on the phone and he said its really none of your business. Leon was sitting on the sofa he had put his pants on but hadnt put his shirt or other clothes on. Leon made me come and sit down beside him on the sofa where he put his arm around me. I told him that he...
InterracialHi, this is Mohan reddy. I have been a regular reader of the indian sex stories dot net and have posted 8-10 stories of my own. Today I am going to tell you a story of a friend who got deflowered by his gf and her friends. He enjoyed the experience as it was his first time. He was shy and wanted to have sex only after marriage. George was a 5 ft 3 in a tall guy with a 7 in the dick. He was friendly with a pretty girl who was a Punjabi but did not want to have an inter-cast marriage. She wanted...