Fantasising About Emma - Donor Ch. 02

I run a finger around her arsehole and she tenses, pulling away.

"I told you last time, not in my arse," she warns.

"But I can cum in your mouth?" I ask as I alternate pumping a finger from each hand into her pussy at high speed.

"Oh God!" she screams as she thrashes below me, and I tantalizingly slow down again. "Come on, make me cum!" she demands

"Tell me one of your fantasies."

She tries to force herself onto my fingers and mouth, but I pull away. "Tell me," I whisper.

"I want to do something in public," she moans, and I reward her by attacking her cunt with renewed vigour, my hand a blur as I suck on her clit.

She wraps her legs around me and digs her heels into my back and, to my surprise, I like it. I moan, and she digs them in harder, scratching at my spine.

I slowly slide a finger of my other hand to her arsehole and this time she doesn't complain. I circle it, teasingly.

"Oh God, I'm so close, please..."

With one firm push, I stick my finger all the way past her ring and she bursts, drenching my face with her delicious cum, and I drink as much as I can as she rides it out, a limp, uncontrollably-jerking goddess.

As she recovers very gradually, I move up alongside her and hug her to me, sharing the little tremors that continue through her. We both drift off...

***

When we awoke, we agreed to go out for dinner. I was surprised when she accepted my input into what she should wear (she's always been one to make her own mind up), and I'm waiting impatiently for her to finish getting ready. Not because she's been taking a long time, but because I just can't wait.

Finally, I hear footsteps at the top of the stairs and...

I make every effort I can to commit this moment to memory. She looks impossibly good. Her straight blonde hair has been curled and styled over one shoulder, away from her face that has been naturally made-up but with dark eye-liner that accentuates her alluring grey-blue eyes. The clingy electric-blue dress I chose plunges to show more of her captivating cleavage than I've ever seen her wear out, finishes several inches above her knees, and is pinched in at the waist by a wide black leather belt. This matches her handbag and... Oh my God... at the end of her lovely long legs are a pair of black Louboutin high heels of the type that so many celebs seem to wear to premieres and the like.

She pauses halfway down the stairs and strikes a pose. "You like?" she asks, coquettishly.

It's all I can do to nod. She giggles. It takes until she reaches the bottom of the stairs for me to find any words. "Are those Louboutin's? Where were you hiding those earlier?"

She smiles. "They were still in their box. I've been saving them for a special occassion."

Hugely flattered, I hold her and kiss her, trying to communicate how much I love her with my lips. I wonder if tonight might be the time to tell her with words.

She spins away from me, teasing me. "We're going to be late."

She grabs a long black leather coat from its hook, and I run a hand down her svelte hip and over the smooth curve of her bottom, feeling for a trace of underwear that I can't find. "Did you...?"

She swats my hand away. "Just as you asked," she winks at me. "Listen, you need to behave yourself when we're out. There might be someone who knows me and The Boyfriend. Ok?"

She stares at me, waiting for an answer but knowing that I'd do anything she asked right now.

"Ok," I confirm.

"Let's go."

***

We had a lovely meal; we chatted like old times – about which exams her younger sister was going to take at school; how my manager was driving me crazy at work; how her brother was still telling her inappropriate details of his sex-life. It was great fun.

"Y'know, this kind of feels like a date."

I nod and smile. "Nice, isn't it?"

She smiles and picks up a menu. "Are you going to have dessert?" she asks.

"Yep." She holds a menu for me, but, "I already know what I'm going to have, thanks."

She tries to decide between the knickerbocker glory or the chocolate surprise as I enjoy, for the umpteenth time this evening, being able to ogle her gorgeousness openly and without shame.

"I wish you'd stop looking at me like that," she says.

"What do you mean?" I grin, talking to the vast amount of perfectly-curved tit-flesh pushed up almost obscenely out of her dress.

"Well, y'know, I'm not wearing any underwear," she whispers, "and every time you do, I..."

She's interrupted by the waiter. "Have you chosen anything for dessert?"

I look to Emma, who says, "Actually, I think I'll have something a little later, thank you."

The waiter nods and looks to me. "Nothing for me either, thanks."

"Very good." He hurries away.

"I thought you were having dessert?" she asks. "I was going to nick some of yours!"

I smile in a I-know-something-you-don't-know way, quickly scan the restaurant, and slide under the table.

"What you doing?" she whispers urgently, and she soon gets a clue as I kiss her ankle, then take the long sexy heel of her Louboutin into my mouth.

"Someone's going to see!" she peers under the table at me.

"They will if you draw attention to me. Just act calm and enjoy..." I give her what I hope is a sexy smile, pull her to the edge of the bench seat, and push her dress up – revealing her bare, swollen and drenched pussy to me.

"This isn't what I meant when I said I wanted to do something in public," she whispers again, but at least this time she's sat up straight, acting the part.

"Maybe not, but it looks like you want it anyway." I lick up a drop that was running down her taught thigh, savouring the taste, then stick my tongue in her opening.

I know I need to be fast...

Emma urgently pushes my head away and snaps her legs closed, and I hear the waiter asking if she wants anything else. Hurriedly, she tells him no, and I guess he wanders away because her legs drift open again.

"Be quick," she urges.

"If he comes back, don't try to stop me," I tell her.

"You're mad," she breathes, as I slide two fingers into her and claw softly at her walls. She moans and squirms, sinking a little deeper on her seat.

"Hurry," she pleads, and then, "Finger my arse."

Never one to deny my lady, I tease her puckered rosebud and she swears, "Oh fuck, he's back..."

The waiter returns and, true to my word I don't stop. In fact, I go harder, sucking her clit into my mouth and nibbling, and I'd be surprised if everyone can't hear the squishing of my fingers pounding into her pussy.

I hear Emma say, in a wavering voice, "My boyfriend will be back in second, he's got the credit card," and I love hearing her refer to me as her boyfriend so much, that I plunge my index finger up her arsehole to the hilt.

She lets out a little yelp and cums, bucking her hips into my face and knocking me back onto the seat of my pants. Her legs spasm uncontrollably, nearly kicking me, and I hope she's doing a better job of hiding it on the top half of her body.

I wait two, maybe three, minutes for her to calm and ease her dress back down her legs. She whispers, "It's clear," and I hastily nip from under the table and retake my seat, smiling at her, drinking in her freshly-fucked look. Her chest, on such glorious display in her deep-cut dress, is flushed red, as are her cheeks; and her breathing is still a little ragged.

She stands on unsteady legs and says, "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll meet you by the car." She hurries across the restaurant, and I can see glistening trails of cum running down the inside of her legs and a small damp patch on her dress. Men and women alike turn to watch her pass, which isn't unusual, but I wonder if they can smell the sex on her as I still can on my fingers.

That's the most fun I've ever had without cumming myself. I'm not sure life can get much better.

***

I lean against my car, trying to look casual as she marches across the car park to me. She's avoiding looking at me, and I wonder if I may have gone too far.

I try to lighten the mood. "So you're getting to quite like a finger up the arse, eh?"

"You bastard!" she accuses, swatting me on the arm, but she can't maintain a straight face and breaks into a broad grin. "I can't believe you just did that!"

"Liked it, huh?" I laugh.

She hits me again. "That is not what I meant when I said I wanted to try something in public."

"Well, what did you mean? I'm open to suggestions." I wink. I can't believe how my confidence is soaring. Knowing a girl like Emma is into you – I could hardly be down on myself, could I?

"Why did you think I made you park all the way over here when we came in?" she asks.

I look around. This part of the car park is virtually empty; we could have parked right outside the door, but Emma insisted on the dark corner surrounded on two sides by trees.

I shrug. In mock exasperation, she takes my hand and leads me around the car so it blocks the view to the restaurant. Then she slowly lowers herself to her haunches, her face level with my dick which is still semi-hard from dessert.

"You wanted to cum in my mouth," she purrs.

I stare down at her in shock. "Best. Date. Ever," I whisper to her, as she unzips my fly and unwraps my rapidly-hardening cock.

Warily, she licks at the tip and, seemingly satisfied, takes me into her hot, wet mouth.

It feels abso-fucking-lutely amazing.

She bobs her head back and forth, her tongue rubbing against the underside of my dick. She's good. Really good.

"I thought you never gave blowjobs?" I ask.

She lets my pole pop out of her mouth. "I never give The Boyfriend blowjobs. He never goes down on me, so why should I go down on him?" She resumes sucking, eagerly.

"Oh God, I'm not gonna last much longer. How did you get so good?"

Slightly miffed, she again stops. "I sucked a lot of guys before we met. Now, do you want to talk, or would you rather I..." and she buries her face as far as she can, a couple of inches short of my full length.

I groan and thrust back at her, making her gag slightly. I didn't mean that and check she's ok, but she takes it in her stride.

"Look at me," I urge, and our eyes lock, and our souls touch, and I know I will belong to her forever. Her head bobs into my groin even faster, and I try to hold back, prolong the sensation.

She removes my dick and wanks it furiously. "Hurry up and cum in my mouth so we can go home and complete the trilogy."

Her eyes sparkle, my heart leaps, and my orgasm hits me – firing my hot load between Emma's willing lips. I hold onto my car for dear life as my legs buckle, but I hold her stare and my eyes tell her I love her, and hers tell me the same.

She lets my rod fall from her lips and shows me my seed pooled in her mouth. To my surprise, though perhaps I shouldn't be by now, she swallows.

"Oh God. You are a naughty girl, aren't you?"

She smiles that impossibly naughty smile, and a cum drop falls from her chin and lands on the inside of her breast. She reaches to wipe it up but I stop her. "Leave it there," I say, grinning.

She stands and we kiss, wet and passionate and full of tongue. I can taste my cum but instead of putting me off, it just turns me on more.

"Did you mean what you said? About the trilogy?" I ask.

She just smiles at me, totters around the other side of the car in her high heels, and gets in.

I can see through the windscreen that she already has her dress up around her waist and one dainty digit is running up and down her outer lips.

Thank God it's a short journey back to her place.

I clamber into the car, fire up the engine and wheelspin out of the car park.

Emma giggles. "No need to rush, cowboy, I'm not going to change my mind."

I slow back to within 20mph of the speed limit, but still can't help myself. I swear as we have to stop at traffic lights.

A big rig pulls alongside us and, instead of stopping and covering herself, Emma surprises me again by lifting her Louboutin-clad feet onto the dashboard and begins forcing first one, then two fingers into her tight arsehole.

We both groan. I'm transfixed by the dirty sight in my passenger seat, but Emma's not looking at me. She's staring out the window at the truck driver.

"Oh God, I've never been so horny," she gasps. "The lights are green, GO!" she urges, and I floor the accelerator, the truck driver left to hoot his horn behind us.

I turn the tight corner into her street, the tyres protesting.

She reluctantly covers herself. "Remember, behave until we're inside."

"You don't think the neighbours will already be wondering why you've got another man staying the night while The Boyfriend's away?" I ask.

"Maybe, but there's no need to make it obvious for them."

I swing the car into her driveway and abandon the car, not caring that it's my worst piece of parking ever.

Emma, infuriatingly, plays it cool. She totters slowly to the front door and searches far longer than she needs to in her tiny clutch bag for her keys.

"If you don't hurry up," I whisper, "I'm going to do you right here."

She groans. "Maybe next time," and opens the door.

I slam it behind me and reach for her, but she's already climbing the stairs.

I follow but, halfway up, she stops and spreads her legs to the full width of the stairs. Her dress rides up and she slides it the rest of the way over her glorious arse, and I come eye to eye with her previously-forbidden hole.

She wiggles in front of me, enticingly, and I move forward to lick her but she moves up another two steps.

She drops her belt, unzips the back of her dress and shimmies out of it, throwing it into my face. I breathe in her scent, then focus on the naked body swaying in front of me.

I take a second to appreciate the full glory in front of me – every perfect curve, the way her thighs don't quite meet at the top, the two dimples in her lower back that I've always found sexy.

She looks back at me, maybe wondering why I'm not ravishing her. I wake and she sees the same thought flash through my mind; and she reacts too quickly and skips up the last few stairs and into her bedroom before I can grab her.

I walk slowly, savouring the anticipation. I reach the doorway and nearly have a heart attack.

Emma is on her knees on her bed, face lying against the sheets, gazing back at me, naked but for her hot high heels; her bum stuck lewdly up in the air and her hands pulling her arse cheeks apart.

"Please, I want you to have my last virginity."

I push my trousers down and tear my shirt off, sending buttons tinkling around the room. Emma giggles, my favourite sound, and circles my target with her finger.

I stand behind her and take aim.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask, my pole pushed against her hole.

She stares into my eyes, full of sincerity. "That first night, after our first time, I used a vibrator on myself. That was the first time I put anything up there. Ever since, I've dreamt of it being you."

Tears of joy sting my eyes. "I love you," I tell her.

She smiles. "I love you too."

I push, but she's too tight. "Don't worry about hurting me," she whispers, "Just fuck my arse with your big dick."

I take a hold of her hips with one hand, my cock in the other, and I force myself past her sphincter. She gasps and I hold still, no more than a couple of inches inside her.

She steadies her breathing and moves herself back onto my rod, easing further and further. Each inch is heavenly, until my whole length is inside her.

I start to move back out but she stops me: "No wait," she fumbles in her purse and hands me her phone. "Take a pic of it all the way up there."

I shake my head in disbelief. She explains: "The first time in my pussy was forgettable – I don't want to forget this."

I take the photo as she asked, quickly send it to my own phone, and ask, "Where have you been hiding this slut all these years?"

"Slut? Oh yeah, I like that. Call me a slut again," she pants as I move slowly in and out of her arsehole.

"You're a slut. A dirty slut who likes it up the arse."

"Oh God, yes I am."

She humps back against me, and I speed up my thrusts to match the speed she's rubbing her clit.

I could die happy right now. Nothing can feel better than this.

"Fuck my arse. Fuck it! Harder!" she screams, and I pound into her as hard as I can, our thighs slapping together several times a second.

I pause for a breather but she keeps forcing herself back onto me, moaning constantly now.

"You'd look incredibly hot with a little tattoo right here," I tell her, carressing the small of her back, just above the tip of her arse crack. "A tramp stamp for my slut."

"YOUR slut? Ooh yeah," she moans. "If it means you'll do this to me again, I'll do it. I'll do anything."

I grasp her hips again and plough into her, taking control, forcing her face further into the bed.

"Oh God, I LOVE HAVE FUCKING COCK UP MY ARSE!" she yells, and I feel that familiar tingle.

"I'm getting close," I warn.

"Yes, cum up my slutty little arsehole! C'mon baby, cum for Emma. Fill me up! Fill me. Fill me," she continues chanting until...

"Here it comes," I grunt, and I swear I see stars and the planets and Emma floating toward me like an angel as my load pours into her; and she feels it too, and it triggers an orgasm in her like I have never seen or felt. Her interior walls pulsate like she has a vibrator up there, and cum fires out from her, soaking the bed. She loses complete control of her body and collapses, her limbs flapping wildly, her arse only being held in the air by me and my dick.

So I wait, enjoying the incredible feeling of being so far inside the naughtiest hole of the woman I love. Slowly, I shrink and, as I pull out of her, she opens her eyes and smiles back at me.

"How does it look?" she asks.

I pick up her phone and take a snap of my cum dribbling out of her gaping anus. I show it to her and she grins.

She runs her fingers around her rim, wiping up the semen that was sliding down to her soaked cunt, and sucks it into her mouth.

I move to lie on the bed next to her, and we kiss. Our first kiss after declaring our love for each other. She lies back and smiles contentedly.

"Well, that's today's fantasy, what are we going to do tomorrow?"