Emily's BBC Ch. 02

A cocktail arrived magically and he told her how happy he was that she had decided to come. Emily's fears were lifted and she made a show of calling him 'Sir' often.

After a couple of cocktails, frequent laughs, and an abundance of flirting, Emily was excited when he pawed her thigh, stating that it was time to go somewhere quieter.

He grabbed her hand and she followed without hesitation. They walked through a corridor that connected different parts of the club. Patrons and employees alike moved out of King's way until he finally reached a large door. Instead of opening it, he moved Emily against the wall next to it.

In her bedroom, Emily braced for what was to come next and took Tim in her mouth as a way to hide her embarrassment.

Tim asked her to just jerk him off so he could hear the story. Out of ideas to delay the inevitable, she recounted the passionate exchange with King, how her arousal had been heightened, and her shame took a back seat to an overwhelming surge of excitement.

Her lips and King's collided in a fiery kiss, their tongues entwined, devouring her inhibitions. Lost in the intensity of their embrace, she moaned in his throat.

King's oversized hand was squeezing Emily's breasts through her garment. He was not hiding his actions from anyone passing by, quite the contrary. Soon enough, he ripped open the buttons of her shirt, exposing her shelf bra and breasts. He cupped her breast and squeezed it until his fingers reached her nipple as she sucked air through pursed lips. She spotted at least two people watching as they were on their way... somewhere. It didn't matter.

Swollen with arousal, she felt his mouth suckle her breasts, adding another layer of sensory torment to her already heightened state.

King's audacity knew no bounds. His hands moved with determination along her thighs, pulling up her skirt and bunching the fabric at her waist. Having followed instructions, she was not wearing any underwear and her bare pussy was revealed to anyone who cared to look. Emily felt an electrifying blend of humiliation and raw desire surge through her as her nakedness was on full display.

The corridor had become a theater of her debauchery. Her bareness was there for all to see, and the mingling gazes of onlookers felt like burning spotlights. She remembered spreading her legs to give King more freedom.

Tim did his best not to react. He wanted to say that this had not been the deal, that she was not supposed to be exhibited to others. He realized two things - first, Emily was breathing particularly hard as she was telling him the story, and second, his cock was so erect, it was becoming painful.

In that electrifying moment, Emily struggled to articulate the sensations coursing through her. It was as if she had fallen completely under King's intoxicating spell, her anticipation of the obedience she had to demonstrate, the unabashed display she was compelled to perform, both thrilling and overwhelming. She knew she was his slut, utterly and completely, and in that submission, she recognized it was his right to showcase her in such a bold manner.

"He showed my cunt to anyone who wanted to see it," she murmured loud enough for Tim to hear.

As King's hands grew more precise, they moved with deliberate intent, and Emily's gasps of pleasure filled the corridor. His fingers found their way inside her, eliciting repeated gasps and shivers of ecstasy. She leaned against the wall, surrendering herself to the overwhelming sensations, her legs spreading willingly despite the public shame of displaying herself so brazenly. Passersby couldn't help but steal glances, their prying eyes adding to the illicit thrill that coursed through her.

"I was already so horny, babe, I warned him I was going to cum, begged him to allow it! I was even excited to be forced to come in front of others. He knew you had edged me for days. Oh, babe, I was so drenched, so desperate to cum... I would have done anything."

Tim's hair stood on the back of his neck. He had played into King's hand and delivered a sexual ticking time bomb... He'd dialed her appetite to eleven and handed her on a silver platter.

Emily's supplications echoed off the corridor walls, ensuring that the few curious souls also had something to listen to now. They couldn't resist watching, eyes glued to the salacious scene unfolding before them.

After all, King was the owner of the club, and in his domain, no one dared to utter a word of protest.

With a wicked grin, he exchanged places with Emily, leaning his muscular back against the wall, while she faced him, presenting her bare ass to the tantalized onlookers.

She willingly spread her legs and arched her back to accommodate his desires as his fingers delved into her wetness, quickly drenching them with her juices.

"You may be allowed to cum later if you continue pleasing me, my pet," he answered, his voice dripping with a mix of authority and desire. "Right now, you have to clean the mess you made on my fingers."

Emily nodded and went to grab his hand to bring to her lips but it stayed rigidly by his side. She looked at him and saw his eyes bore instructions into her soul.

She understood the silent command, and with an intoxicating blend of anticipation and trepidation, knelt on the floor. Her submission was on full display, and the weight of the gazes upon her sent shivers of shame and excitement down her spine.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Emily reached out and took King's fingers into her mouth. Her tongue caressed his digits, tracing every contour and tasting her own essence on his skin. Her eyes never left his, locked in a connection that conveyed her surrender.

She yearned to touch her pussy and rub her clit as she cleaned her Master from her own juices but refrained.

As Emily lavished attention upon his fingers, her nakedness felt more exposed than ever. Her breasts swayed with every movement, the hard peaks of her nipples standing at attention in the cool air of the corridor.

"King asked me if I was ready to prove my desire, to show that I was a devoted slut. I nodded, feeling my pussy ooze between my legs."

"He then told me to follow him before opening the door and walking into a dark room. He didn't help me up and said to enter as I was, so I crawled on my hands and knees. I heard whistles and claps from the few who had been watching outside as if I wasn't already aware that they could see all of me."

Tim closed his eyes for just a second as the image of her ass swaying left and right seared his brain.

Emily continued, "It was a private bar with couches and a large chair in the middle. As I waited for King to tell me what to do next, he invited two of the men to join in and before I could even say anything or turn around, I heard the door lock behind them."

Tim attempted to swallow but his throat was completely dry. This was taking a turn he had not expected.

"King walked by me and crouched next to me, reminding me of my promise to trust him. He rubbed his thumb on my lip and pressed it inside my mouth. It's as if I had been hypnotized... I don't know if it was the alcohol or just King's presence, but I just nodded. He helped me get up and spun me so I'd be facing the two guys while he was behind me. He grabbed my tits, played with my nipples again and I started heaving. As soon as he got close to my pussy, I spread my legs and moaned."

King had instructed her to tell her stories highlighting herself as a slut. There was no need to enhance the truth - she remembered vividly how she had moved her leg to the side, hoping that King would penetrate her with his fingers. As she told Tim, she felt his cock spasm. Emily was impressed with King and his perception of Tim's personality. that King had figured out Tim pretty well, knowing what was going to get him turned on.

She took time between sentences to put Tim's cock back in her mouth, keeping it lubricated with saliva.

"He sat me on the couch and put on a show himself. I don't know if it was to make sure that the men would stay in line or what, but he removed his clothes and he looked massive. When he dropped his pants and let his cock fall along his thigh, you could hear a pin drop."

"He bent and caressed me, kissed me, then told me to suck him. He didn't ask, babe; he just told me to," Emily continued, her voice husky with anticipation. "It's as if I was in heat... I took the head of his cock in my mouth, suckled on it, and then licked his balls one by one. As he was getting harder, it was more difficult to wrap my mouth around him, but I really wanted to please him."

Emily was doing all of this on purpose - she knew her words were driving Tim wild. As if to prove her point, he was breathing harder now. Emily changed position and lay on her stomach between his legs. She could blow him and jerk him while looking into his eyes now. She grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her hips, forcing her red ass to be raised higher and on display.

"I was so turned by licking his cock that I started moaning more than him. I knew both men were looking at me and it made me even more wet."

Emily kept alternating between sucking Tim and jerking him off, staring at him with long eyes and biting her lip between sentences.

"As soon as King was hard enough and I could taste some pre-cup on my tongue, he turned me around and pushed his cock against my pussy while I had to face the strangers."

Emily's movements were fast enough to give Tim pleasure but without any risks of him coming accidentally. There was more to tell and she wanted him on edge until the end.

"I was so horny, I didn't care who was looking at me. I pushed against him so he'd fill me up. I heard them make fun of how my tits were swaying back and forth."

Telling the story was making her wet again and she had the desire to touch her pussy until she remember that a metal plate was now preventing her from doing so.

"What... what else were they doing?"

She lapped his shaft between tugs. "I think one was rubbing his cock through his pants while the other probably had it out already."

She kissed Tim's balls and licked them to catch her saliva from dripping on the bed sheet.

"In less than two minutes, I told him I was going to cum and he immediately began to spank me. That jolted me away from the orgasm. He spanked hard," she confessed, her voice quivering with a blend of pain and pleasure. "I would get close again within a few seconds, but then a stronger slap would fall. Every time I got too close, his hand would strike heavier... I hated it and I loved it at the same time. It was so embarrassing to be treated like that in front of others... He must have known that despite it all, I was still going to cum because he ordered me to suck him off again."

"Did... Did he use your mouth immediately, or did he...?"

Emily nodded, "I could taste myself on his cock. The guys joked about me eating pussy next time. Once I started choking without complaining, he spun me around and fucked me again."

"Next time" was still resonating in Tim's ears. He was completely torn between the outrage that he should have felt and the elation he was experiencing.

"Each time I started begging, I felt the sting of his hand," Emily continued, her voice quivering with a mix of pleasure and anticipation, "I don't know how long it lasted. Five minutes? Ten?"

She caught her breath, hid her face in his crotch, kept her eyes closed, and carried on.

"It was pain, then it was good, then I was going to cum, then the cycle continued. On and on and on... I thought I was going to pee on myself or cry, but something had to give. He told me after that he knew exactly how far to push because I was completely drenched. In a way, my body was telling him how much it could take."

"The two men weren't making fun anymore, they were just looking at me with lust. It was pretty clear at that point that I would have done anything to come. They were openly jerking off... Well... off and on, just keeping their cocks hard."

"I thought I was going to pass out from wanting to come so much, I could feel my eyes roll back and then I heard him name of the guys. Jamal was it? He came up to me, his hard cock in hand, and put it right in front of my face."

Tim's excitement intensified as he envisioned the explicit scene unfolding before him. He saw her red cheeks move up and down as she attempted to rub her loins against the pillow. He stared at the back of the belt - a reminder of what he'd become and what was currently preventing her from feeling any real pleasure.

"Oh baby, I opened my mouth like a good girl," Emily said, her voice filled with excitement and submission. "Each time King pushed me with his hips, it forced me to take Jamal's cock deeper in my mouth. It didn't last long because he was so turned on from the spectacle: He called me names as I pulled out my tongue, finally groaned, and shot his load into my waiting mouth, then on my face."

Tim groaned and bucked his hips as his girlfriend was detailing the peaks of depravity she went through.

"The second guy was patiently waiting for King to finish up. He watched as King pounded into me, telling him how great he looked doing it. King spanked me a couple more times, told me not to cum, and made me say that I wanted his seed inside me."

Tim's imagination ran wild as he visualized the scene, feeling the suspense building within him. He ached for Emily to yank on his cock harder but she was pacing her movements.

"Oh baby, I was almost in tears. I felt his cum immediately flow out of my cunt and onto my thighs. I wanted to come some bad, I begged, I implored him to let me come, but he ordered me to roll on my back. I just started squeezing my pussy with my hand, pleading to be able to cum," Emily explained, her voice trembling with exhaustion and desire. "That's when the second guy stepped forward, all worked up from watching. He dropped on his knees and pointed his cock at my pussy while I stretched myself open."

Tim's desire surged as he imagined his wife on the brink of tears from the denied pleasure, yearning for release. She stopped jerking him.

"He came all over my aching pussy," Emily whispered, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and longing. "I begged to be able to come while King sneered. Instead, he scooped the cum oozing out of my cunt and made me lick his fingers..."

Tim's arousal reached its peak as he imagined the explicit climax, his longing growing stronger. He was surprised Emily was not jerking him off harder, expecting that she wanted him to come at the culminating point of the story.

Emily took a moment to catch her breath, her body still pulsating with desire. Finally, with a shudder of pleasure, she continued: "They taunted me, called my pussy all sorts of degrading names, mocking my eagerness, but it only turned me on more, made me crave their dominance."

"There was more?"

"They touched me everywhere, Babe. Their hands were like branding irons, marking me as their property. King explored every inch of my body, his friends trailing behind him, making me shiver with their relentless attention."

"They pushed me to the edge of my limits, had me beg for their approval. I felt like a desperate whore, hungry for their validation. And then they took turns over and over again. One was deep inside my pussy, while another claimed my mouth. They used me, possessed me, and I surrendered willingly."

Tim looked at her quizzingly.

"I was finally asked if I wanted to cum. I was told that I'd be able to if I wanted to. Oh, baby, I wanted to more than anything. I think I started crying and agreed to anything and everything."

"What... what do you mean?" Tim felt his cock pulse. He'd fantasized about being a cuck for so long that the meeting with King had seemed to be the conclusion of a far-fetched fantasy. Watching him bury his massive cock inside Emily had satisfied all of his wishes. Or so he thought.

"King told me I could come as long as I agreed that my cunt belonged to him from now on. And then the two friends said that I had to promise to visit them again."

She switched to her hand while licking her lips, chapped from servicing the men so many times throughout the night.

Tim couldn't help himself. He had several raging hard-ons during the night and started moaning as she pulled his foreskin tight.

"I told him that you had to agree as well, but that if you did, my cunt will be his."

She jerked him hard now, and Tim fought to prolong the experience.

"Is that what you want?" she asked. "For King to own me, share my holes with whomever he wants, and get me back at the end of the night, soiled with the seed of other men that you can lick?"

"Oh god," Tim only answered.

"I begged them to let me come, swore to become their whore just for one orgasm and I'll tell you my secret: I knew you'd say yes. You'd say yes to having me defiled and used."

Emily pressed his cock against her cheek as she saw his eyes roll back.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!"

Ropes of cum spurted out onto her cheek and into her mouth as she immediately wrapped her lips around it. His hips bucked three times as his muscles tensed under the strength of the orgasm.

She sealed her lips around his manhood and moaned while she suckled patiently, making sure that every drop ended up in her mouth.

He was out of breath for the next two minutes as licked every remnant of sperm she could find on his thigh. Then, she took him one final time in her mouth, moaning with appreciation.

"Thank you for making me a slut, babe. This is all thanks to you." She paused, then added, "I need to take a shower. You get some rest."

Tim was too flabbergasted to say anything. She'd won. King had won. They all did... They all knew he'd accept. He closed his eyes, exhausted from the night of waiting for Emily.

He blinked a few times towards the bathroom, as Emily glanced at him before closing the door behind her.

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End of Chapter 2 - feel free to share ideas on where you'd like the story to go!