Fantasising About Emma - Donor Ch. 05

I kiss her back. "You get some sleep and unpack; I'll have dinner ready for after."

Sleepy and naked, she slides into my bed and curls into a ball. She looks so cute, I want to cuddle up to her and just hold her forever.

But I 've got other things to sort out. I take a suit and shirt from my new wardrobe, and leave her to dream.

***

While Emma was sleeping, I got showered and changed into my dinner suit, complete with bow tie. I know how she likes me in a suit. I prepare the salads with some chicken and caesar dressing. The table that I normally use as a computer desk is really a dinner table, so that was cleared and moved into the centre of the living room. I decorated it, made it look nice.

I hear high heels clicking on the wooden floor in my bedroom, which must mean she's about ready. I light the candles on the table and dim the lights. I go back into the kitchen to bring through our food.

"Oh wow, this is beautiful," I hear her say, "and you're looking goood!" I pick up our plates of salad, turn and...

I drop the main course all over the floor. My fantasy has come to life.

She's wearing the bridesmaid dress – the pink latex tube that her friend wanted her to wear, and has been top of my fantasy list ever since. Her boobs are nearly spilling out of the top; I can just make out her areolas, piercings and tattoos through the skin-tight translucent material; and the bottom of the dress is just barely long enough to cover her crotch. On her feet, she has my old favourite silver high-heeled stilettos – again, straight from my fantasy. Her hair is curled and extended and falling over one bare shoulder, like she wore it at her birthday party. Bright pink lip gloss that matches the dress, and heavy dark eye make-up with long fake lashes, lend her the appearance of a very high-price whore. And yet...

Grinning at the mess I've made, she still looks cute. How is that even possible, to be so cute and so slutty simultaneously?

"I..."

I am literally speechless in the face of the most beautiful, cute, and sexy woman ever to grace this planet.

She giggles. "If I'd known that would be your reaction, I'd have warned you! Good job I'm not that hungry."

"There aren't words to do you justice," I tell her, and she sashays to me and gives me a kiss. I let my hands slide around her waist and rub up and down, loving the feel of the latex. "Oh my God," I whisper.

"Feels good, huh?" she breathes. "I am so horny right now. You clear up, I'll get the dessert."

Tearing my body away from her, but not my eyes, I watch as she gets the strawberries, chocolate sauce and cream. Kneeled on the floor, picking up the broken plates, I can clearly see her shining cunt up her tiny dress.

She waits for me to finish and sit at the table, then lowers her bum onto my lap, my rock hard prick pressing against her cheeks. I glide my hands around her, holding her to me, loving the sensation.

"I thought we could share these," she smiles naughtily.

She dips a strawberry into the cream and holds it for me to bite into. It tastes good. I do the same for her, and her delicate nibble is so cute, I smother her neck with wet kisses.

She wriggles her bum in my lap. It feels incredible.

"If it doesn't work out at school, you could be a lapdancer," I groan. "Actually, you should be a lapdancer anyway."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Me rubbing myself over the dicks of strange men."

"Oh fuck yes."

"Teasing them, letting them wonder if they could fuck me." She pours some cream over her latex-encased tits, and it runs down the inside and outside of the sexy material. "You want me to let them fuck me, don't you?"

I moan as I lick the cream from her tits, pulling the top of her dress down and sucking as much as I can of her pierced breast into my mouth. I grab some chocolate sauce and empty it all over her chest, and she giggles as I lose myself, slurping and burying my face in her overwhelming sexiness.

She pours some more cream, this time on her neck, and I lap at it hungrily, my hands roaming free now, wanting to feel every glorious millimetre of her incredible body.

She pulls herself away from me and leans over the table; her boobs pressing against the glass surface, her legs straight, the pink latex just barely clinging to her skyward-pointing bum.

She hands me the cream with a grin, and I dribble it over her lower back and bum, watching it trickle down in hot little rivers which I lap up eagerly. A little stream runs down her arsecrack and I follow it, my tongue finding her tightest hole and searching inside.

"Oh God," she moans. "Deepthroating wasn't the only thing I've been practicing for you," she mutters as I tongue-fuck her. "Remember what I said you have to do to me for me to be a proper slut for you?"

Stunned, I pause and stare at her. She looks back over her shoulder at me and smiles.

"Yeah, I want you to fist my little arsehole."

"Are you sure?"

"When I ask you to do something, don't ask if I'm sure. I'm a fucking slut; your filthy whore. Treat me like it."

"Ok," I say, and slap her arse. She jumps in surprise, and I do it again.

This time she moans.

I soak her arse in cream, holding her puckered hole open as far as I can with two fingers and letting it run inside. I pump into her with three fingers and, although she's tight, it's not as difficult to stretch her out as I thought it would be.

I squeeze my little finger in too. All four fingers in. Her sphincter is gripping me hard.

"Come on," she groans, "don't worry about hurting me. Just fucking do it."

So I point in my thumb and shove, using my other hand on the tattoo on her lower back to hold her still. She pushes back against me, my hand slowly disappearing, Emma grimacing and moaning in pain, until...

The widest part slips past her sphincter, and my whole hand is inside her. She breathes deeply in lustful relief as I marvel at the amazing sight of her arsehole stretched around my wrist.

"Take a photo," she urges me, and I quickly take a few with her looking back over her shoulder and posing a variety of smiles, from wanton whore to cute girly-girl; and then a photo with her showing off her engagement ring – a reminder that she's cheating, and that she loves it. That we both love it.

"Fuck me with your hand inside," she orders. I pull out my pole and line it up at her pussy. It's actually quite hard to get inside and, when I'm in, I can feel the pressure of my hand against my dick through her internal walls. It's incredible.

I slowly start to slide my cock in and out.

"Impregnate me," she groans, humping back at me.

I ball my hand into a fist inside her, and she cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"How do you like having both holes filled?" I ask.

"I fucking love it!"

"Imagine how much hotter it would be if they were both dicks. Two big rods pleasuring you." I speed up my thrusts.

"Oh my fucking God!"

"Two men only interested in pleasuring you. One dick in your slutty cunt. One dick in your slut arsehole."

"YES!" she screams.

I pound my cock and my fist into her, simultaneously and roughly. Her moaning has become one long and continuous erotic sound, rising in pitch until she's screaming the house down, and she climaxes in a frenzy, her ejaculate one long powerful stream, her whole body convulsing and vibrating. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen or felt, and I plow myself as deep as I can inside her, and I cum, filling her with burst after burst of my baby-making batter. That seems to trigger a second wave of Emma's orgasm, and I can feel her hot cunt milking me for all I'm worth.

It takes several minutes for us both to recover. I remove my fist from her arse as carefully as I can, as she whimpers and quivers with little aftershocks. I sit back on the chair and pull her to me, cradling her on my lap.

She buries her face in my shoulder and gently sobs.

I tenderly run a finger down her cheek and lift her chin so I can stare deep into her teary eyes. "Hey hey, what's wrong? Are you ok?"

She smiles weakly at me, and I feel the love flowing from her. "I'm great. I'm just a little sad that normal sex won't be enough anymore."

I breathe a sigh of relief. "So you enjoyed it?"

"Couldn't you tell?" she grins. "It was the best I've ever had. You're the best I've ever had. I'm just happy we've still got a week to try and top it!"