Emma
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Charlotte had gradually drifted away from Emma’s bed, and was now spending far more time with Josephine who had by virtue of her steadfastness and reliability 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 all 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 of this. This previous attitude seemed very 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 really gave no clue as to her motive. Neither did Josephine nor Susan seem to have much idea. Susan characteristically 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).
The television offices were not as welcoming a place as Charlotte had imagined, when she arrived with Emma and Maisie and hurried along the corridors with them. She had chosen to go nude as that was the way that Emma always went to work, but having worked in a supportive naturist environment for so long she was quite unprepared for the lecherous stares of the men they passed by en route to where the filming was to take place. Emma found Charlotte a comfortable chair to sit in to wait in the film studio, while she and Maisie got prepared in the make-up rooms. Charlotte sighed to herself as she watched the naked body of her friend wind through the television cameras, cables and lights to catch up with Maisie who was indolently kicking the wall with her expensive trainers, the only clothes she ever wore these days.
The studio was a very cluttered space, full of mysterious equipment and men and women who were handling it. In the centre of it all, and looking bizarrely homely, was an open space in which there was a very large bed and a very voluminous sofa. Behind the furniture and the dangling recording paraphernalia was a colourful backdrop with the programme’s title Sex and Sensibility displayed in a restrained style at relevant points. When Maisie had originally mentioned the name Charlotte had assumed that the programme was to be a sex dramatisation of a famous Jane Austen novel, but she came to realise that the programme had pretensions to being a serious series reviewing sex issues in modern society: an identity which caused Emma to laugh in a hollow sardonic way. Charlotte sat patiently, ignoring the stares of the studio technicians by burying her head in the newspaper she’d brought along with her.
Finally, the filming was due to start, at which point the studio became less full of the technicians with tape and screwdrivers, and more full of camera operators, sound recordists and finally a group of non-technical people who sat in the much more comfortable chairs next to her. Emma sat next to her where she silently and gratefully took Charlotte’s hand in hers and gripped it tightly for as much comfort as it could give. Maisie stood to one side where she chatted idly to a boy not much older than her. Except for the three of them, everyone was fully clothed and indeed the make-up applied to Emma’s skin and face made her feel even more naked in comparison.
The object of this filming was to organise the backdrop to the credits at the beginning and end of each programme that unsurprisingly would feature the two co-presenters, Emma and Maisie, making love to each other. The entire exercise (which would take several hours) would be to film the two of them indulging in explicit sex against various backdrops, using various props and indulging in innumerable variations. The director seemed to believe that credits featuring such an intimate relationship in such full detail would somehow be sensitively appropriate to a series that sought to dispel many of the myths and misconceptions surrounding certain taboo sexual activities. Emma’s own sardonic opinion was that it would just make the programme look like every other sex programme, with just a little more pandering for the more obscure sexual predilection.
Charlotte had often seen Emma and Maisie making love, and indeed on occasion she’d even been persuaded to film them together on the home video-recorder, but it was quite a different matter to see the two of them flood-lit under such an intimidating array of bright lights surrounded by men and women she’d never seen before, occasionally taking instruction from prompts flashed to her on auto cues. The exercise seemed to be rather bereft of intimacy despite the quite obvious fact that the two lovers were enmeshed in their lovemaking now as least as much as at any other time. Of the two of them, it was clearly Emma who was the most anxious and nervous, with Maisie taking the upper hand in directing her older lover’s attentions. And it was Maisie indeed who was first to make use of the dildo provided and use that to enter Emma’s cunt while a studio cameraman positioned himself on the stage to get a close view of the action while the girl pushed her slim figure backwards and forwards between Emma’s legs.
After a while, perhaps nearly half an hour, Emma became rather less nervous in her rôle and Charlotte herself breathed more easily as her lovemaking became much more relaxed. There was a more comfortable flow of her movements, becoming more like that of Maisie’s, culminating after a few minutes in the first of the many orgasms of the session. These orgasms to which Charlotte was now rather accustomed at home, where it forever punctuated the mass of female lovemaking, seemed to excite the previously morose director who started making notes in a hard-backed notebook.
Eventually, the two girls had exhausted all the possibilities of location, prop and activity that were offered to them, and the session came to an anticlimactic end with the technicians dispersing, Emma rushing off to the make-up room and Maisie chatted idly to the director and some of those around him. Charlotte was relieved for Maisie’s sake that she hadn’t resort
ed to her more violent sexual behaviour and the two came out with only the bruises of prolonged grinding groins and the accidental scratches of finger-nails.
Charlotte sat waiting for Emma wondering not just how the hours of videotape would be edited down to the two or three minutes of credits for which they were filmed, but how much Emma’s new career would change her. She felt convinced that having such public sex for the first time was akin to when she’d lost her virginity. Now that this barrier was broached she would deal in a different world of references. She also wondered how Emma really felt about her experience. She clearly enjoyed making love to Maisie (her love for the girl was clearly both deep and sincere) but how much pleasure, if any, did she get from making love for the camera? And in turn for an audience of innumerable people she’d never known and would never meet.
It was inevitable for a programme with presenters like Emma and Maisie such as Sex and Sensibility that the first edition should feature an interview with Delia Cook. As one of the researchers commented when given the brief to organise the interview, it was not so much an interview with Delia Cook as “yet another interview”. The principal difference in this interview, Emma was not so pleased to find out was that not only would there be sex between her and the stout authoress, but her beloved co-presenter would be expected to indulge in sex with one or other of the Delia Cook’s children. However, having been a keen researcher for so many years, she prepared herself for the interview by re-reading The Intimate Youth amongst all the other literature that she was given.
Part of her homework was to watch videos of previous interviews Delia Cook had given so to examine her previous sexual activities on the screen. Except for her relative bulk, her interviewee was quite the same as any sex star ever interviewed with the same unlikely stamina and predilection for all sex. To meet her in the flesh, however, was quite different as Emma was to find when she, Maisie and a small film crew arrived at the authoress’s very grand house in the outer suburbs of the city.
The Delia Cook who opened the door to her naked guests was naked herself with the complete tan of someone who rarely rests partly dressed in the sun. Other than that, she seemed much more an ordinary person than Emma expected. She certainly couldn’t be described as particularly beautiful. Away from the glare of the camera she seemed to have lost much of her charisma. She invited the two girls and the two members of the film crew into her very homely living room, chatting all the time about their journey there and the weather. In the same room, sitting on an armchair, wearing a tee-shirt and shorts was a young girl a couple of years older than Maisie whom Emma immediately recognised as Jennifer from the photographs in Delia Cook’s book. She didn’t jump up when everyone came in, but looked at the crew with some curiosity while fiddling with a piece of squidgy plastic in her hands.
“Say hello to these people, Jenny,” ordered Delia Cook kindly. “You don’t want them to think you’re rude.” The girl sullenly greeted them and returned her eyes to her lump of plastic. “You must forgive my daughter,” the mother continued to everyone. “She’s actually quite thrilled. She’ll never have been on television in such a starring rôle before. Indeed, before your fabulous new show there just weren’t any programmes which would be willing to film her in any kind of action. And don’t worry, Emma dear, I’ve heard about your tastes. Neither my husband or son have been invited into this film session, although my son in particular was ever so keen to get to know the lovely Maisie that much better!”
The talk aspect of the interview was to actually occupy rather less than a quarter of the half-hour programme, but Delia’s replies to Emma and Maisie’s questions were very full and practised, providing detailed accounts of the sexual adventures she and her family had had, peppered with very homely and sensible advice regarding the less glamorous health and safety aspects of the practices she advocated. Emma was pleased to see that Maisie asked her questions with a maturity and confidence which made her seem much older than she was. She was just as capable as Emma to elaborate on her questions and to ask other questions that led on naturally from previous ones. It seemed such a shame, Emma reflected, that so many of Maisie’s questions and answers would end up on the cutting room floor.
As part of the interview, and as a kind of novelty item to signpost the kind of serious and sensible series Sex and Sensibility was to be, Delia Cook gave advice to Emma and Maisie about certain sexual behaviour appropriate to a couple such as them. She positioned the two lovers physically with her podgy hands and demonstrated in great detail, to Emma, the camera crew and ultimately millions of viewers, aspects of Maisie’s vagina that few would suspect and that Emma had uncritically enjoyed. In the process, Delia squeezed and stroked and tweaked it in a way that she clearly found very stimulating. Then with what seemed practised grace, Delia guided the activity into much more physical love-making.
The transition from aural to sexual intercourse had clearly taken the film crew by surprise, as they anxiously jostled into the appropriate positions with the appropriate selection of camera and audio equipment, as Emma started licking around the exterior of Maisie’s cunt, allowing almost all her tongue on occasion to delve inside its opening. Then Delia herself joined in, taking control of both Maisie’s clitoris and Emma’s anus as it stuck out behind her.
“Come on, Jenny!” her mother cajoled her daughter who with very no more prompting pulled off her tee-shirt to reveal by the small bush of fluffy hair underneath that she’d already taken off her knickers. She paraded self-consciously in front of the inquisitive glare of the camera, before joining her mother and Emma in stimulating Maisie’s crotch. She was a little older than the photographs in Delia Cook’s book, and consequently had a more mature body, with prominent breasts and the suggestion that she might not remain slim all her life. She soon directed her lips away from Maisie’s crotch, following Emma’s busy tongue into her mouth and soon the two of them were making love separately from Delia and Maisie.
Throughout the rest of the lovemaking in this interview, Emma got the distinct impression that it was Delia who was actually directing the activity rather than herself, the supposed presenter and interviewer. It was Delia who ensured that Emma had explicit sex with her daughter – including anal and vaginal penetration with vegetables and dildos. It was she who persuaded Jennifer to have more sex with Maisie and rather less with Emma (which she seemed to prefer). It was she who sensed Emma’s discomfort in the role of sex interviewer to ensure that she was allowed to escape from the constant gaze of the camera and sit with Delia or Maisie to watch the activity from a distance.
It was also she who, when Emma and Maisie felt exhausted with the lovemaking, persuaded the camera crew to accompany her daughter and herself to another room where they could film more sex , only this time with the male members of the Cook family. She had clearly assessed Emma as someone who didn’t particularly enjoy the sight and suggestion of male sexuality. She had also realised that although Maisie was one who would be quite enthusiastic about being fucked by her son, Kevin, or her husband, it would be an activity which would be more likely to upset Emma. She had also realised that it was best to allow Sex and Sensibility to film exactly what they wanted.
Emma and Maisie were left lying in a heap of sweaty naked flesh on the Cooks’ large pale blue carpet, gasping and panting with exhaustion. Droplets of salty sweat dripped off Emma’s eyebrows onto h
er cheeks to join a more general flow towards her mouth where she could still taste Jennifer’s vaginal juices and her mother’s saliva. She looked around at Maisie, who had stood up and was now nosing around the living room: looking at the homely framed pictures, the naked statuary and country-side scenes. And more particularly at the selection of juvenile compact discs that Jennifer had stacked by the stereo system.
“Just listen to that!” laughed Maisie pointing to the ceiling from above which passionate lovemaking could be heard. There was the thud and rattle of beds accompanied by guttural cries from both men and women. “They just don’t know how to stop!”
“No, they don’t,” admitted Emma, who, always the pragmatist, was already considering how they would edit the quite considerable material that would have been filmed today and if this meant postponing the planned item on novel Cuban birth control methods.
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this story contains BDSM and references to i****t - you have been warned!The Detention Centre hadn’t been too bad I suppose. I soon learnt to tell them what I they wanted to hear. I become skilled at crying convincingly, making my eyes wide and sorrowful, yes of course I was sorry, and wanted to make amends for the things I had done. Yes I understand how badly I had disappointed my mother blar blar fucking blar. Like I gave a shit about her? I attended all my social work evaluations and...
‘Billy, stop screwin’ around man, we’re in church!’ ‘Oh the holy man, ‘we’re in church’!’ Folding his hands in mock imitation of prayer and wriggling his hips in a ‘girlie’ fashion. The two boys, (Billy, twelve and Mark, 11) move, for the most part, in awed silence around the sacristy and altar, Their task, altar boy, is not to be taken lightly. At Immaculate Conception Parish, many are called but few are chosen, and these two are so trusted they have been left without adult guidance to...
This is Kimmie with a short story from the days when westarted having full sex. This was at the age of about1three or 1four. We never thought to write down the exactdate and time. Tim was asleep in bed with me after our parents went to sleepfor the night. He was just wearing a pair of gym shorts and Iwas in gym shorts with a half tee shirt on. It came to justbelow my breast. When ever I would stretch or reach above myhead the lower part of my boobs an sometimes my nipples wouldbe in full...
Day 245 Sunday Denise peeked out the peephole of the door to see who was ringing the doorbell so early in the morning. Stepping back, she looked over at Dale in horror and said, "It is my mother." "Get dressed and met us on the front porch," Dale said calmly getting up from his chair. He looked over at Victoria and said, "Prepare a tray with coffee, cups, cream, and sugar and bring it to the front porch." Victoria answered, "Yes, Dale." Denise ran to her room to get dressed while...
**This is a true story**The first time I even thought about being gay was also the first time I tried anal playw ith myself. Me and my family were on a vacation, and we had 1 room and 2 beds, so I had a bed to myself but it was right next to my parents. They went to sleep at 9 or so, and made me cut the lights and TV off, but I couldnt sleep, and after an hour of laying there I got horny ass hell. I started rubbing my cock, but from fear of waking up my parents, I couldnt go very fast, so I...
Hi and this is my first time so any mistake please suggest some feedback okay. I’m Sam from Pune from good family and all name of characters are change and any female interested from Pune can mail me on About me 20 years old male from Pune a engineering student with height 5.7 feet color brownish, body slim and cock size 6.5 now being with the story as I told I’m Eng student so for me one and mam was teaching us who is the main actress of this story about her married lady name Sonal mam fair...
Tonia was masturbating when I came into our apartment. My roommate was sprawled on the couch with her pants down to her knees and her blouse partly undone. She had one hand in her panties playing with her pussy. The other was inside her blouse massaging one of her tits. The look on Tonia’s face, eyes closed and mouth slightly open, was one of near ecstasy.I felt my cheeks warm as I watched. Quickly and quietly, I went to my bedroom and eased the door shut. Only then did I realize I was getting...
MasturbationThe day was part mad scramble, part waiting around and part almost funny. The computers arrived at noon. Pete signed for the lot and the Malones broke it down and distributed the tablets and phones. Phoebe got them set up on the Pete's local network and phone system. Hank personally delivered the timers and met the whole crew at once. After showing Lisa and Rani how to synchronize and set the devices, he wished Pete good luck in surviving the burden of having twelve crazy young women...
Jake and Sam pretended that they had no interest in, nor taken notice of, Caleb coming out of the saloon with the three other men. They continued to sit on the bench across the street from the saloon and smoke their cigars as the 4 men climbed into their saddles and rode out of town. As soon as the 4 had cleared the line of stores along the western end of the street, Jake and Sam threw away their cigars and hurried to their horses. They mounted and also rode toward the western end of town....
We had been apart for months and just now were beginning to talk to each other. I could see that John still had issues in very serious ways, as did I. I couldn’t seem to stop apologizing to him for having cheated, and he couldn’t seem to forgive me for it either. We were at a proverbial Mexican standoff. One day while at my psychologist’s she started me on why I had let Bill talk me into having sex that first time. I described the feelings of ugliness and inferiority I had been having and how...
Tom rubbed his face. "Back to the salt mines. AI, Tania needs a skinsuit. Warm up EVA Pod Two as well as One." He eyed Tania. "Don't kill me with the thing." "I'll try not to." Tania headed for the replicator. Tom headed for his cabin. The place was a shambles; he was embarrassed about it, but NOBODY EVER entered it but him, so... "I guess she can clean it..." Tom suspected that the AI made things disappear periodically, one way or another, but he didn't know how, exactly. Maybe...
September 5, 1988, Chicago, Illinois “I don’t even know what to say,” Melody said as we stood outside her dorm. “‘Thank you’ is customary,” I chuckled. “Jerk!” she laughed. “Isn’t it the guy who’s supposed to say ‘thank you’?” “I guess it all depends. I’m not a sexist, so it could go either way!” “So it was good for you?” she asked. I chuckled, “Is it OK to be a bit crude?” “After what we did? Are you kidding?” “You have an awesomely tight pussy, and you’re a fantastic fuck! I only...
Hey folks, it took a while to pen down my experience. Busy office schedule, appointments, travel had kept me busy. Check the author page for my other experiences submitted on ISS. This experience is penned by both Ashwini and myself. Happy reading. Feedbacks, appreciations, depreciations welcome at It was a cold day during the winter season, I wanted something hot. Not hot food or hot drinks. I was all alone at home. On such days when your partner is not around, it is very tough. I called my...
About 3 months ago that happen to me. I went to visit one my closes friend James at his job to catch up since I was out of the country. I went and he saw me and told his boss he was going to take a break. We went to the lunchroom and started to talk and catch on things. As we talked many of he coworkers began to leave the lunchroom...so he started to began rubbing my leg and me trying my best to act as if he wasn't doing anything, but he went down to ky panties and started to rub my pussy and...
July 22, 1999 — An Interesting Day Sitting in his office, Dutch had his feet up on his desk and was alternatively reading the San Jose Mercury News and munching on a corned beef sandwich. His eyes read one of the day’s headlines: ‘Hewlett Packard boss, Carly Fiorina has encountered a rough road to new ground internally. Fiorina has had difficulty winning over many of HP’s 93,000 employees, some of whom accuse her of destroying the company’s entrepreneurial, engineering culture in favor of a...
In the middle of September there was another indication that Kim was becoming more settled in her new life in Danube City. She sat at the table of Sergekt's mother for the first time. Danubian social protocol mandated that any social contact between a young man and a young woman had to be preceded by the young man sitting at the table of the woman's father, or in the case of Kimberly Lee, her guardian, Spokesman Vladim Dukov. Sergekt had complied with that custom and now came over to the...
This story is purely based on a dream I had not too long ago about a friend of mine that I have transformed into a sexy story by request! (The original dream was rather un-sexy)… Again, names have been changed to protect all ‘innocent’ parties… It was a relatively warm summer evening and I was studying on my bed with the window open nearby and the breeze was billowing the curtains into my bedroom. My bedroom is rather large, I have a queen sized bed and my walls are a very pale green kind of...
Hello ISS readers. My name is Aafi. This is my first story as a writer on ISS. Let me tell you about myself. I am from Bangalore but I am working and living in Chennai OMR. I am a 25-year-old Software Engineer. I will be writing fantasy stories. Please provide your valuable feedback so that I can improve my writing in future stories. You can email me or hangout me at Let me tell you about this story. It is a fantasy. The story is about a boarding school where college students are forcefully...
Fran reached between her legs and ran her finger gently over her protruding cunt lips. It had been a full week now and she still wasn't comfortable with not being allowed to wash her self without her brother's permission. The thick viscous cum she felt oozing out of her pussy onto her thighs was deposited there by Dave just moments before during his regular early morning fuck. Fran could hardly believe all that had happened in the week since her brother had slipped into her room in the...
I found myself focused on a spot on the ceiling for what seemed like 10 minutes. I’m not sure what the spot was – a fly maybe? Perhaps just a petrified dust bunny? Whatever it was, I couldn’t take my eyes of it. Then I refocused, going in and out from focusing on the spot on the ceiling to complete darkness. And back again. I saw the heads of different people around me. Were they looking down on me? I couldn’t move. I heard my name over and over: ‘Aaron? Aaron? Aaron?’ Then suddenly with a...
The studio curtain rises as the theme music blares from the speakers with the applause of the live studio audience. I had butterflies in my stomach but it was too late now to go back, the contract had been signed two weeks ago and the cold metal of the “Collar of Fate” had been with me since then. I instinctively touched the collar as I thought about it, its nanites now fully dispersed throughout my body over the last seven days. They were just waiting for the commands from the show’s technical...
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