Emmy

'It's really coming down,' she says, looking slightly embarrassed.

'I know right. You're gonna get soaked on the way home,' I say. 'And it's freezing out there.'

'If only there was a nice warm bed I could sleep in,' she says, rubbing her hand up my thigh.

'I guess you could stay here. I mean, there's no other choice really, is there?'

'I'll make it up to you,' she says.

'But you're a poor student. I don't know you if you could repay me.' I lean closer, her lips mere inches away.

'I'll think of something,' she whispers, then kisses me. Since I first saw her in the café I'd been dreaming of this moment--and it isn't disappointing. Her lips are soft and sweet and taste faintly of strawberry. I feel her tongue vying for control against mine, and as we kiss I slip my hand up under her t-shirt and caress her breasts over her bra. Both our hearts are rapidly beating, and as I squeeze, I feel her hand groping at my crotch and my cock jumps at her touch. With my free hand I rub her thigh and slowly make my way up under her skirt, where, to my surprise, I find that's she is already dripping wet.

'I think you've ruined those panties,' I say, and she giggles, then moans when I gently pull her underwear to one side and push two fingers into her. She bites her lip and, then we kiss again, exploring each other's bodies, as I move my fingers in and out of her pussy.

I'm rock-hard now, and luckily, Emmy has noticed the bulge in my trousers. She unbuckles my belt and pulls down my trousers and underwear, and my cock springs out, dribbling pre-cum. She spits in her hand and wraps her fingers around my shaft, then begins to wank me off. We sit like this for some time--making out and using our hands to pleasure each other--then Emmy breaks off our kiss. 'I want to taste you,' she says, breathing heavily.

I graze her cheek with my hand, and she sucks on my thumb, lapping up her juices, then I lovingly push her down to my cock, and without hesitation, she starts sucking, taking the whole length. Her tongue is wet and delicate, and it feels so good as she gracefully twirls it over the tip. She moves on to all fours--still sucking--and points her ass in my direction. I lift her skirt and pull her panties down, then I start to finger her again, and this time I insert four fingers, which makes her jump and release a little moan around my cock. She takes me deep, and I feel my cock rub against the back of her throat. She gags, but doesn't stop, and goes right back to sucking and fondling my balls. Despite her mouth being stuffed, she says something I don't understand, the words garbled by my cock. She pulls my cock from her mouth and says, 'Spank me.' And then, with big pleading eyes, repeats, 'Spank me. Please... spank me, daddy.'

That word. A word I never expected to come out of that mouth--makes my cock jump. I push her head back down, and then slap her ass, hard. Then I do it again, and again, and again, eventually leaving a bright red handprint on her pale skin. Each time my hand connects with her supple flesh she jumps and releases a pleasured moan, but she never stops sucking, her wet lips always tightly wrapped around my shaft, always moving up and down with wet friction.

I suddenly feel that urge in my balls warning me that my orgasm quickly approaches. Emmy feels it too, as my cock twitches in her mouth. She stops sucking and firmly grabs my shaft. 'Not yet,' she says, deviously. Her lips and the area around her mouth are shiny with pre-cum. She pushes me down onto my back and removes her panties, then straddles me, completely naked except for black knee-high socks. I raise my arms and she lifts off my shirt, and then I help remove her t-shirt. I fumble slightly with her bra but manage to get it off. Her tits are fantastic. They're not massive, but round and perky, and her nipples are hard and pink. I kiss and nibble at them playfully.

My cock is covered in a mix of spit and pre-cum and it's brushing against her inner thigh. Emmy reaches down and points it at her swollen cunt. She flicks the head on her pussy lips, and looks at me, burning desire in her eyes.

'I don't have any condoms,' I say.

She bends down and kisses me, 'Then I guess you'll have to pull out.'

Carefully, she pushes the tip of my cock into her and we both let out pleasured moans. She places her hands on my chest for support then lowers her body, taking my whole length into her pussy. Instantly, I'm shrouded in a euphoric delight--Emmy is so wet and warm that I grip the sides of the bed to stop myself from cumming right this instant. She grinds back and forth, biting her bottom lip seductively, all the while moaning and whimpering in a frenzy of pleasure.

I reach up and pinch at her nipples with one hand, and with the other reach down and squeeze and slap her bouncing ass. She grabs my hand from her breast to starts to suck on my thumb, then rests it on her throat. 'Choke me,' she says.

'Are you sure?' I say, my breathing heavy.

'Yes,' she says. 'Don't make me beg.'

I smile devilishly.

'Oh, you--' she stops, the feeling in her pussy affecting her ability to speak. She gives in and looks at me, pleading pitifully, 'Please choke me... choke me hard, daddy.' I grip her throat and squeeze; I feel my cock pulsate. She bounces up and down, wet slapping sounds ringing out in the bedroom, my cock bottoming out inside her pussy. Her movements get faster, and as she rides she fingers herself. Outside the thunderstorm has gotten worse, and lightning flashes every couple of seconds. 'Tighter,' she begs, 'tighter, daddy.' I do as she asks and tighten my hold around her neck. Her face begins to turn red, and I worry that I'm hurting her, but before I can move my hand, she grabs my wrist and holds it in place. 'Daddy... I'm cumming...' she says, her voice raspy and contorted. Her body begins to buckle and I feel her cunt muscles clench on my dick as her orgasm takes over. She jolts and convulses and pushes my arm away from her throat. She leans down and kisses me, still bouncing and cumming on my twitching dick--my own orgasm isn't far behind.

'Cum, daddy...' she whispers into my ear, nibbling at the lobe.

I start to thrust upwards into her, 'But... no... condom.'

She ignores me, 'Cum inside me daddy... fill me up. I want to feel your cum inside me...'

I know I shouldn't. I know I should push her off. But I don't. Instead, I grab her firm ass with both hands and push myself deep into her wet, orgasming cunt. I explode, an eruption of cum shoots up into her, coating her insides in my sticky seed. As I unleash my load. Emmy continues to ride me, fingering herself and kissing my neck and face.

After a blissful moment of utter pleasure, we both go limp. Emmy lies on top of me, shaking from her orgasm, my softening cock still inside her

'You came inside me,' she says.

'Excuse me, Mrs,' I say, 'you asked me too. No, actually you begged me to.'

She giggles, looks up at me. 'I guess I did,' she says, caressing my face. 'Don't worry about it. I'll nip to the chemist tomorrow morning. After you've made me breakfast.'

'Now you're pushing it,' I say, hugging her and laughing. 'I can't say I expected that from you.'

'What?'

'All that "daddy" stuff,' I say. 'Never had you chalked up as the kinky type.'

Emmy kisses me again, on the lips. 'Kinky? That's only the tip of the iceberg... daddy.'

I caress her back, and see bruises forming on her neck. 'Aw, shit,' I say, gently rubbing them, 'I didn't hurt you, did I?'

'No, god no. It felt great,' she says, sitting up, still straddling me. 'Don't think I've cum that hard in months.'

'Well, glad I could be of service,' I say, noticing that both of us are glistening with sweat. 'Want a shower?'

'That'd be great,' she smiles.

We shower together, and we fuck again--this time up against the wall.

****

I wake up. The clock says reads four-fifteen-am. Emmy's lying next to me and we're both still naked. Her face is resting on my chest and I can feel a trickle of cool saliva where her lips are touching my skin. I run my hand down her back, from the nape of her neck to her tailbone.

It's still raining, though not as fiercely as before, and the thunder and lighting ceased hours ago. I rearrange myself, accidentally stirring Emmy awake. She groans, 'Grey, what time is it?'

'It's still very early,' I say, stroking her head. 'You can go back to sleep.'

'Hmm, okay,' she says tiredly.

I look at her for a moment, watching her slim belly moving inward and outward with every breath.

'Emmy?' I ask.

'Yes, Grey?'

'In the café, when we met, why did you give me your number?'

'I dunno,' she says tiredly, 'you seemed nice. And I thought you were cute.'

I trace a circle on her shoulder with my finger. I begin to ask her something else, but she's fallen asleep. I hold her tight and close my eyes.