Emily's BBC Ch. 02

Apologies for the turtle pace; it takes me longer than it should to write these up. I appreciate the patience and words of encouragement along the way. Thank you!

Summary of the first chapter.

Tim and Emily are happy in their relationship even if she wished he had a firmer hand as she yearns to be dominated. Tim reveal his king: to watch his girlfriend taken by a bull.

Reluctantly, Emily agrees, picks King, a muscular black man who insists on complete submission. The three of them sharea first night of a bliss. This is the continuation.

Enjoy chapter 2.

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Emily had been in a daze the entire week following her encounter with Mr. King. Her thoughts filled with lusty images of her black bull having his ways with her however he saw fit.

It all started with Tim's desire to watch Emily have sex with another man. He'd insisted for weeks until she finally gave in, but the script had been flipped on its head early in the process:

To her delight, King made clear that he had zero interest in being a typical bull as he requested complete submission.

Emily, a half-closeted submissive, had secretly swooned and agreed to be his slut as well as to refrain from coming until their meeting, a few days later. It was as if King had a magic crystal ball that peered through her edging fantasies.

On the fateful night, Emily had been conquered - King plowed every orifice, made her orgasm anally, which was a first and left her depraved all while Tim watched from the side. She'd been transformed - turned into a lusting pet to her dom and starving for more.

Tim was also a changed man: his cuckold dreams had finally been realized, and he had loved every minute of it. It had been everything it was supposed to be and more.

Even the morning after, a typical moment for hangovers and regrets, they were both timidly elated: she'd remained in bed with Tim by her side. As the sunlight started to shine too bright through the blinds, she spread her arms and legs, stretching her entire body. She touched her private parts, feeling the puffiness and knowing that they would feel tender for the next couple of days. She caressed her ass next, and was surprised by how "normal" it felt - King was so large that she had imagined something more... permanent.

Tim had one eye open and could not hide an ear-to-ear grin.

"Good morning, sexy," he said.

"Hey babe," she answered with a gentle smile. She caressed Tim's arm, gently.

"How are you feeling?" She asked. It was odd to ask him since she was the one who had been fucked every which way for most of the night, but he'd wanted this to happen so much, it seemed the right thing to do.

"About last night? I'm ecstatic; it was better than I thought," he answered without hesitation. He immediately inquired, "What about you?"

"I think I need a little time to process everything, hon'."

"Of course, of course. But overall, you liked it, right?" Tim clearly wanted to hear that it was the best idea he'd ever had, or at the very least, that she had been pleased with the outcome.

She smiled at his childish ways, looked at him, and answered softly that she liked it very much. Amazingly, she thought she'd have to tamper her excitement to make sure that Tim wouldn't be jealous but it was the opposite: the more she fawned over the experience, the more he seemed to get off.

He dove under the sheets and started to kiss her thighs and lips thinking of King's cock being buried inside her only a few hours ago. "Be careful," she said... "It's very sensitive."

Emily had a moment of realization. She wasn't the only one who had experienced something profound the night before. Tim, in his own way, had realized his deepest fantasies and willingly embraced being a cuckold. It was a pivotal moment, one that had the potential to either bring them closer together or lead them down an uncharted path.

She felt Tim's mouth kissing her mound, wondering if he could smell remnants of the other man's cum. Soon, he started moaning as he licked her and she saw the bed sheet move rhythmically, figuring that he was jerking himself off.

Emily moaned in return and spread her legs farther, showing him that he was free to carry on and clean her up.

Tim didn't need any more coaxing. His strokes became more urgent and desperate as he succumbed to the intoxicating blend of humiliation, desire, and submission. As he tasted a tang of semen that he knew was not his, he erupted on her leg, rubbing his balls against her as he spewed cum.

God damn if this had not been the best twenty-four hours of his life.

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Emily started dressing sexier, wearing shorter skirts with stockings, and purposely forgetting to wear panties. Multiple times a day, she locked herself in the women's bathroom, thinking of new vices that King may push her towards and wondering if there were limits to her deviant mind.

Sometimes, she allowed herself to come with one hand against her mouth to block the noise but most often, she stopped short of an orgasm, thinking that's what King would have wanted. She goes on with the rest of the day, her pussy yearning for attention and her mind unable to completely focus on the task at hand.

The dam had been opened and she welcomed the flood.

Emily had been secretly waiting for a text or call from King, but a week after their encounter, she had not received anything. She was hiding the disappointment well, but she was twice hurt: as a woman because she felt she gave everything she had that one night and thought she'd made an impression, and as a sub, yearning for the dominant hand she experienced for a few hours.

Friday night arrived and the couple was home, lazying around while watching TV. Emily sported a bun, her rectangular glasses adding a touch of a soft-porn star about to be ravished. He loved that look.

They had gotten matching kimonos and made a habit of wearing them while they relaxed at home.

Tim was lying on the couch on his back, his head towards the screen while Emily lay alongside him, her head resting on his shoulder, and her arm wrapped around his chest.

They were watching silly shows - both liked to keep their favorite series for the weekend and were just passing time in thirty-minute increments.

After a moment, Tim said, "I've... I've reached out to him."

"Mmm... Who?" She asked absent-mindedly. Her fingers were gently grazing his cock through the silk fabric.

"You know... Him. King."

Emily's fingers stopped moving.

"You did not!", she exclaimed, slightly shameful that she was only pretending to be offended.

Tim continued, "Well... Yeah... Of course. With what he did to you and you to him... I thought you guys really had a moment there." He moved his head awkwardly to look at her.

"Seems we were having a moment??" she retorted sarcastically, while at the same time pondering why she was reacting to the news as she was... Was she suddenly embarrassed by her submissive nature? or was she embarrassed about the fact that Tim had to reach out to King rather than the other way around?

"You know what I mean... He seemed to really like you..."

"Well, jeez, I was his sex slave for a night! I hope he liked me!"

Tim chuckled as he figured she was secretly excited about the fact that he'd call King and that the pearl-clutching act was a defense mechanism. He'd caught her looking at her phone several times since the encounter and realized she was hoping for a text message.

Wanting to defuse the situation, he added, "I only told him I had enjoyed the evening and asked him if he wanted to see us again."

Emily's skin felt electric as the weight of the answer lay heavy. She tensed up, immediately feeling the heat between her legs.

Tim looked at her with a smirk - he knew how she felt. "He said he would be thrilled to see you again next week."

There was a long pause before she replied.

"When did you talk to him?"

"About 3 days after we saw him... so 4 days ago or so."

Emily felt a bit of pride, knowing that King had probably not reached out to her because Tim had done so already. The fact that she had not heard back had hurt her feelings a little bit, but there was now a good answer to it.

"Well, why did you wait to tell me?"

"It felt too soon... Sorry, I should have."

She put her head back on his shoulder and caressed him again, almost absent-mindedly as she was thinking about something. After another moment, she realized what had bothered her:

"What do you mean, "me"? Aren't you interested in being there and watching again?"

Tim seemed uneasy for a brief moment. "I wouldn't be watching this time around, sweety."

"What are you talking about? I'm not doing this alone!"

There was another pause, Tim shifted to face Emily so he could look at her directly.

"King thinks it would be best if you went alone this time. And he'd like to see you at his club."

"No fucking way!" She tried to speak more but her voice got caught in her throat, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation washing over her. Her fingers froze on Tim's chest as she tried to process his words. King wanting to see her again alone was unexpected, and yet it sent a thrill down her spine.

Emily's mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions colliding within her. She tried to imagine the scenario, her heart pounding as she envisioned herself standing before King once more, his gaze undressing her, his dominance wrapping around her like a velvet rope.

"But... why alone?" Emily finally managed to ask, her voice a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.

Tim's fingers brushed against her cheek, his touch comforting as he explained, "He wants to get to know you better, Emily. He said that being alone will help you both connect on a deeper level. It's a chance for you to explore your desires, your fantasies, without any distractions."

Emily's mind whirred, the idea both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. To be alone with King, to delve into the depths of her darkest desires, was a temptation she couldn't ignore.

Tim continued, "He insisted. It's either that or it's not happening."

"But... what about you?" Emily's voice trembled as she turned her gaze to Tim. "What are you going to do?"

Tim's smile was reassuring, his eyes filled with devotion. "I want this for you, Emily. I saw how you reacted the first time and I want you to experience it again. And besides, King and I have our own arrangement. It's this time only."

Emily's heart raced, torn between the excitement of the opportunity and the fear of the unknown. She looked at her boyfriend, searching for a sign of hesitation or jealousy, but all she found was unwavering support. She didn't buy that it was going to be for "this time only" but she couldn't admit that to herself...

"I know it's a lot to take in," Tim's voice was soft, understanding, "but I trust him, Emily. I trust that he'll take care of you, that he'll guide you through this experience."

Emily's emotions were a swirling mix of desire, fear, and uncertainty. She had opened Pandora's box, and now she was faced with the choice of whether to dive in or close it once again.

"I'd like to talk to him and understand his intentions... I think I need to be reassured."

Tim nodded as if to indicate that of course, it made sense. Then, he reached for the phone on the coffee table and handed it over.

"What do you mean? N... now?"

"Why wait?"

Emily's heart raced as she looked up his phone number. She moved about, sat up, and finally rose. Her kimono opened, revealing her breasts and shaved mound but she did not notice as her fingers were trembling slightly. Finally, she took a deep breath before pressing the final button.

"Sound confident," she told herself multiple times as the phone rang.

Then a deep, authoritative voice picked up, and all her resolve went out the window. She felt her knees become weak and her belly getting warm.

King sounded genuinely pleased to speak with her and oozed a blend of authoritative sexiness. He recounted some of the events they went through last time and highlighted his favorite moments from the evening. Emily was soon turning into putty.

She realized he had just told her that he was glad Tim had reached out to him and there had been a long pause while he waited for an answer. Emily looked at her boyfriend and with a smile, said "I'm glad he did as well." After another brief pause, she added, "Sir," her heart was pounding in her chest.

"I... I wanted to understand why you wanted to see me alone for our next time."

Tim noticed the choice of words and hid a smile so as not to throw her off. It sure sounded like she was already thinking of doing this multiple times.

"You're concerned about what would happen to you?" King's voice was low, a mix of curiosity and authority.

Emily felt Tim's hands on her hips as he pulled back her robe and ran his fingers along the crack of her ass.

Emily took a deep breath. She hesitated and asked meekly, " I... I would like to know your intentions."

Emily's heart was going to pop out of her chest.

"What did Tim tell you?" The voice was softer; inquisitive.

She recounted her conversation and could hear King hum in agreement. Once she was done, he commented, "Sounds like Tim did a good job detailing my motivations. What else would you like to know?"

Emily felt as if she was back in school, being asked a difficult question by a stern teacher. She had knots in her stomach and felt her face heat up.

But King spoke again, getting her out of her misery. "Emily," his voice was smooth, commanding, "I intend to explore certain dynamics with you, ones that might be easier to navigate without the presence of your boyfriend. I assure you that nothing will be done against your will and that you will always have the power to stop and walk away without any hard feelings. You'll be able to do this at any time."

Emily felt a mix of relief and excitement at his words. She appreciated his reassurance, his acknowledgment of her boundaries. She wanted so much to submit fully to his desires, she only awaited the leanest of explanations to look reassured anyway.

Tim had plunged a finger inside her and the tiniest moans escaped her lips.

"Thank you, Sir," she replied, her voice tinged with anticipation.

King thought he heard something and became immediately curious. He asked another question just so she'd speak up again.

"Does that sound satisfactory?"

Tim was two knuckles deep at that point and forced another small groan.

Emily had not been expecting to be asked what she thought, but it was a nice touch. "Mmm... It does, thank you."

"Very well, then I'll let you think it over and get back to me." He paused for a moment and knew there was a hunger in Emily's voice. "I assume Tim is with you?"

"He is. He's been playing with me for the past couple of minutes," she cackled, only too eager to be able to throw Tim under the bus to teach him a lesson.

"Put me on speakerphone." He waited until Emily confirmed he was loud and King said, laughing, "Tim, is your cock already out, my brother?"

Tim chuckled, thrilled that King would treat him as an equal. He explained that he was only wearing a robe, so in essence, yes, it was already out.

"Convenient," King chuckled. "I think you should be rewarded for all your good behavior towards Emily."

For a fleeting second, Tim thought he was going to be invited to the club along with Emily, but King carried on.

"Emily, do you touch yourself in front of Tim?"

"Sh... sure... He's seen me use a toy."

"Yes, but I mean, have you ever really masturbated in front of him - legs spread with your pussy on full display."

The tone had changed, the choice of words, the intonation. God, it was immediate: when he turned it on, Emily swooned and was left with nothing but wanting to demonstrate her obedience.

"A... Rarely, Sir."

King's voice dripped with seductive authority, "Let's see if we can change that into 'often.' Are you both game?"

A bit of embarrassment forced them to look at each other to check that the other was as excited to say 'Yes' as they were. King soon heard their voice in unison.

"Excellent. Emily, start by showing yourself to him right now. You'll have to narrate."

Emily's heart raced at his suggestion, the thrill of being commanded making her arousal surge.

"Yes, sir."

Nervously, she turned around and glanced at Tim, who was eagerly listening to the conversation. He shoved two fingers in her mouth so she could clean him up, her taste arousing her further.

Facing him, she untied her kimono and let the sides fall open completely. Her breasts and shaved mound were on full display as she playfully positioned herself in a way that showcased her body.

Tim watched with a mixture of excitement and admiration as his girlfriend willingly displayed herself under King's command. He knew this was a unique moment, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.

The voice, softer now, came through the line: "I'm sure you're already excited... Start gently, put on a show for your man."

Holding the phone with her left hand, Emily's trembling fingers began to explore her own body, lightly tracing over her sensitive areas as she followed King's orders. Her breath quickened, and her cheeks flushed with arousal as she surrendered to the command.

"You're going to have to tell me what you're doing because I can't guess."

"Sorry, Sir," Emily responded, her voice shaking with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. She knew that King couldn't see her, and she needed to describe her actions explicitly.

"I'm touching my breasts, Sir," she began, her fingers lightly circling her nipples. "I'm... I'm a little embarrassed but very turned on, Sir. They're so sensitive, and I can feel them hardening."

"Are you sitting down? Is Tim facing you?" he asked patiently.

"Oh... I'm standing up... I... I was nervously pacing before calling you and just stayed up." After swallowing nervously, she added, "Tim is sitting on the couch now, watching me."

'Good. Proceed."

"Now, my hand is trailing down," Emily continued, her voice growing breathier with each word. "I'm touching myself between my legs, Sir. My pussy is so wet, and I can feel how swollen I am."

King's authoritative presence loomed over the phone line as he instructed, "Go on."

If he was jerking off while listening, she could not hear it. Instead, it sounded as if he had sunk into a comfortable chair, put his feet up, and was prepared to grade her narrative.

Emily, now fully immersed in this explicit confession, complied, "I'm circling my clit with my fingertip, Sir," she confessed, her voice filled with desire. "It's embarrassing, but I can't help how turned on I am, especially knowing you are on the phone and Tim is watching me like this."

"Lay down on your back and spread your legs wide. I want your cunt on full display for Tim."

King's choice of words was proof that he was stepping up the humiliation. The effect on Emily was immediate - because she was being ordered to do so by someone else, it removed a lot of her natural inhibitions.

While Tim sported a grin of satisfaction, Emily whispered "Yes, Sir," as she sat on the floor, leaned back, and parted her knees as far apart from one another as she could.

"Are you feeling slutty?"

"Very much, Sir."

Tim, still in front of her, watched intently as Emily followed King's instructions. His arousal was building, fueled by the explicit nature of the situation and the anticipation of what would come next.

"Tim," he began, his words dripping with dominance, "Are you ready to join in and pleasure yourself as you watch Emily?"

Tim's excitement was palpable as he responded eagerly.