Fantasising About Emma - Donor Ch. 08

A leather garter sits high on her thigh, above her black patent leather knee-high boots that she wore on Sunday when we went shopping and I filmed her in a fountain. The silver buckles, 5-inch metal spike heel, and pointy toe make her look like a fetish slut.

Her hair is tousled as though she's been freshly fucked – which, I suppose, she kind of has been. The glasses have gone, and her lipstick is a darker red, almost burgundy.

She spots me and smiles – not a naughty grin, but a wide smile full of love. I seriously consider abandoning tonight's plan – I want to take her home and fuck her right now.

Before she's taken three steps toward me, however, the young yuppie intercepts her and, I presume, asks for a dance.

Oh well. It'll pay off in the long run.

Emma nods and walks him back to his table, where his mates are loudly leering and drooling.

She moves the yuppie's chair out so that it's facing me, and pushes him down. She slides gracefully onto his lap so she's sat side-saddle – one arm around his shoulders, her long booted legs dangling over the arm of the chair, her arse clearly pressed into his groin.

She whispers into his ear; he nods, reaches up to her left breast, and slowly pulls the zip down, revealing her stiff, pierced nipple.

Emma shakes her head, seemingly disappointed. She stands, then straddles the yuppie, sitting on his lap, holding her chest right in front of his face. God, her arse looks so amazing in those wetlook knickers.

With a shit-eating grin, he takes the second zip in his teeth and tugs it down. He takes the opportunity to lick and suck the nipple ring into his mouth – Emma does nothing to stop him, and instead grinds her crotch into his.

He grabs her bum and squeezes it, kneading her beautiful buttocks. She presses into him harder – she's losing herself to the moment again.

Emma reaches behind her back and undoes the bra, tossing it to one of his mates. The yuppie makes the most of his unfetered access, and slobbers all over her gorgeous globes as she rubs them in his face.

He slaps her arse and, as though deciding that's far enough, Emma slides down his body. Kneeling in front of him, she presses her tits together around his trouser tent and jerks it a few times; then gives it a loving lick, from base to tip, with her hot pierced tongue.

She pulls away, panting. She turns and locks eyes with me; and with a little grin, she lowers her arse, agonisingly slowly, onto his barely-contained pole.

His hands snake around her and paw at her breasts. Emma grasps one of the mitts and takes it down her stomach, down to her mound. She puts the zip between his fingers and he follows her instruction, pulling it open.

I can just see her mound glisten, and the diamond in her clit sparkle, before his fingers press into her lips. She shudders, and moves his hand back up to her tits.

She writhes in his lap; he closes his eyes, I think to try to stop from cumming.

Somehow she seems to know, and focuses her movement – it's as though her arse is wanking him off. Not being able to help himself, the yuppie humps back into her and twists her hard nipples.

Emma takes one of his hands again and places it on her pussy. Making the most of the opportunity, he shoves two fingers inside her and, with one big thrust, he cums in his pants.

Emma slows her movements gradually, removing his fingers from her cunt and letting him enjoy the afterglow. She looks over to me with the filthiest grin I've ever seen and sucks his fingers clean.

She gets up; one of the other guys at the table holds her top out for her, and she takes it with a smile. Putting it back on, the yuppie slides a folded note into her garter and gives her butt a little pat.

She's redressed in her tarty lingerie, but she hasn't bothered doing up the zips – the piercings in her nipples and clit are clear for all to see.

Satisfied she's done, Emma makes a beeline for me. God, I can't wait for...

The businessman on the table next to me jumps in front of her. "How about a private dance?" he asks.

"I think this guy was next," she says, pointing at me.

The businessman shrugs, and takes a huge wad of cash from his pocket. He unfurls what must be £250 in fifties, and slips it into Emma's garter.

"I'd really like to be next," he urges. "And I'm sure this guy will still be waiting for you when we're done."

She looks over to me enquiringly, and I shrug and nod my ok, smiling encouragingly.

Grinning, she takes him by the hand and leads him over to the private rooms.

Now , this is a special kind of torture. I know she's doing something delightfully naughty with that guy, but I really want to be sharing it with her. Not being able to see what's happening is excruciating... but I can't deny my dick is stiff from how my imagination is filling in the blanks.

Time is ticking so slowly. How long are they going to be? I mean, ...

My thoughts are interrupted by two of the big bouncers hurrying to the private area. My heart thumps. Has something happened to Emma?

I hear a bit of a commotion, and the businessman is led out, followed by Emma. She looks ok... she glances over to me and flashes me a naughty grin. I sigh in relief.

One bouncer marches the businessman to the exit; the other leads Emma to the dressing rooms.

I can make a guess at what happened, but whatever, it looks like Emma isn't working any longer tonight.

***

I walk around to the car park at the rear of the building, and am not surprised to find the businessman waiting near the back door.

"What happened in there?" I ask him.

"We got chucked out for her giving me a blowjob. I tried to explain I wasn't paying her for it but..."

"Wow." She's really getting into this. "They thought she was prostituting?"

"Yeah, but I didn't even ask her to do it – she just got straight down on her knees and started deepthroating me!"

"What a hot slut."

"I know! Listen, I'm sorry you didn't get a go, but she told me to wait for her so if that's why you're here I'm afraid you're shit out of luck."

"Yeah? About that..."

I'm interrupted by Emma bursting out of the club, towing her small suitcase behind her, dressed in just her fetish boots and the flimsy summer dress she came in. The contrast is striking, and hot.

She looks a little embarrassed, and very horny. "Oh, I see you two have met," she smiles. "Let's go."

"What?" says the businessman, understandably confused.

"I'll explain on the way. Which is your car?"

***

They follow me back to my flat. I keep checking in the rear-view mirror but can't see Emma most of the time. My guess would be she has her head in his lap... and the thought of that keeps my dick hard the whole way.

Outside my place, he parks his big Jag next to me. I peer across and Emma's head is bobbing in his lap. He has to literally push her off.

He gets out of the car. "Man, if I had a girl like that, I wouldn't be sharing her. I'm Doug, by the way."

"Well Doug, I guess you're lucky it's me whose got the girl like that."

I grab Emma's bag from his car and lead them inside.

Emma drags Doug straight into the bedroom. "Stop!" I order.

Emma looks at me with a pout. My heart melts, but I've thought this through.

"Emma, take off the dress and lie on the bed."

As she's doing that, I reach under the mattress and grab some handcuffs. Emma looks surprised but unbowed. "You don't need those, honey. I'm not going anywhere."

I kiss her gently on the forehead. "Trust me."

Obediently, she holds her hands by the headboard and lets me cuff her to it.

"Doug, she's all yours."

He grins and disrobes at top speed, while I grab my video camera.

He's not going to mess around, and climbs straight on top of Emma – but she closes her legs, not letting him in.

"You need a condom," she orders.

"Seriously?" Doug exclaims, looking at me.

I move close to Emma, whispering in her ear:

"Sluts don't use condoms."

If she weren't already lying down, I could have knocked her over with a feather. "But..."

"I know," I assure her.

"No. You can't want this."

"You want to be a slut? There's little sluttier than having a stranger's baby."

"Oh my God."

Doug is wanking himself; his cock appears slightly thinner and slightly longer than mine.

"Honey, you'll love it. I promise."

She shakes her head. I knew she'd be hesitant, but...

"Look me in the eye and tell me you want me to risk getting pregnant by this guy," she whispers, barely audible.

I kiss her tenderly on the lips, and stare into her beautiful big grey-blues. "I want you to risk getting pregnant by this guy."

Her eyes well up and she looks away from me, blinking her long fake lashes.

"But Emma, if you don't want to, we won't." Much as I believe she'll enjoy it, the last thing I want to do is upset her.

She looks back into my eyes and slowly opens her legs, wide.

Doug grins at me, chuffed that whatever I whispered to her worked, and rubs his pole up and down her pussy, bumping her pierced clit each time.

Emma whimpers as her drenched lips separate for him, and he pushes into her.

He holds it halfway inside her; withdraws; then eases all the way in, to the hilt. Emma can't help moaning.

Seeing a cock other than mine buried in my sweet Emma is incredible. I'm so turned on that my hands are shaking, so I put the camera on its tripod. I don't want to forget this moment – not that I'm likely to!

He speeds up his thrusts; Emma bucks up against him. She still seems torn – her body telling her this is insanely hot, and her brain telling her it's just insane.

"I'm not gonna last long," Doug groans.

"That's ok, we've got all night," Emma pants.

"Oh God. Where do you want my cum?" he gasps as he humps into her.

"Inside her," I interject, before Emma can suggest anything else.

They both look at me. Doug grins and pounds harder still; Emma just stares at me, her eyes watering up again.

Our eyes are still locked together when Doug grunts and shoves himself as far into her as he can and holds himself there.

A look of surprise crosses Emma's face as Doug empties his balls into her, then her jaw goes slack... and she orgasms, squirting and quivering and moaning, all the time staring into me. Her hips hump up to him involuntarily, wanting more, and her legs tremble as she's overtaken and her doubts dissipate.

My concern fades – knowing she came proves that I was right.

Her chest flushes, and her breathing gradually slows.

She looks shocked; trying to process how she enjoyed something she didn't want, and that we both knew was a huge risk... IS a huge risk.

"Oh God," she whispers, and I decide it's about time I took off her cuffs. "I can't believe I came."

I just smile at her and rub her wrists for her, soothing away the slight red marks.

We kiss, softly. "You knew I would, didn't you?" she asks.

Doug clambers off her. "I'm sorry I couldn't go longer."

"You are nowhere near finished yet," Emma tells him and, now free, she quickly moves around and takes his softening dick into her mouth, slurping noisily.

She repositions herself so she's on all fours on the bed, and waves her butt in the air.

"Honey, can you get my arsehole ready so Doug can fuck the shit out of it please?"

Doug shakes his head in disbelief. I can't help laughing.

I hurriedly find the lube and work some into her tight sphincter with first one, then two, fingers. She hums around Doug's dick, which is coming back to life.

Not wanting to miss my opportunity, I shift in behind Emma and line up my dick. I can see Doug's cum dripping from her cunt as I feed my stiff pole into her naughtiest hole.

She stops sucking dick for a moment to moan her approval, then gets right back to it.

The view is fantastic, so I lean over to grab the camera, and I film Emma's first spitroast. I'm gonna make sure this isn't the last first of tonight.

Emma begins rocking between us – taking Doug down her throat, then me balls-deep up her arse. We get into a rhythm until she's slamming herself from end to end, gagging on dick with each forward thrust.

I lovingly run my finger over her tramp stamp, then slap her juicy butt.

Emma decides that's enough, and withdraws from both dicks. "Sweetie, lie down here."

I replace the camera on its tripod and do as she asks, lying length-ways on the bed with my legs over the edge. She faces and straddles me, and sinks her dripping pussy straight onto my cock, all the way until she gives a little wiggle to make herself comfortable. Then, those magic words:

"Doug – fuck my arse."

This is it. Her first DP. Our first DP.

She truly has given herself to being my slut.

Doug obviously doesn't realise how momentous this occasion is, because, without ceremony, he shoves his dick into Emma's gaping anus.

All three of us moan in unison at the incredible sensation. Emma's eyes go wide.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, it feels so fucking gooood!" she cries, as Doug sets a steady pace.

She looks me in the eyes and whispers, "I feel so full. I can't believe I'm doing this. Thank you."

And we kiss, probably the most loving and tender kiss we've ever shared... and it's at the moment when she's being her most slutty. It's the moment I know I'll remember forever.

Doug slams into her from behind, and her sweetest smile switches to her naughtiest grin. She lifts herself slightly; I'm still inside her, but I've got a little room.

"Fuck me too," she urges.

"Anything for you," I reply, and I thrust up into her tighter-than-ever snatch.

I look up at her heavily-lidded eyes and I know the lust has got her.

She bounces between us, her moan becoming one long continuous erotic sound.

"I can't hold out much longer," I warn.

"Stop then," Emma orders, and she pushes Doug off her. He seems a little miffed.

"Want me to clean your lovely cock before you stick it back in my little kitty?" she purrs to Doug.

He seems almost as surprised as I am. I never dreamed she'd be so filthy as to do arse to mouth!

She sinks to her knees before him and licks his balls with her hot pierced tongue, then takes his dirty dick between her soft lips and into her pretty mouth, swallowing his whole pole in one gulp.

She's like the best pornstar you've ever seen – and it occurs to me that we could make a lot of money with the video of this. If she's too slutty to be a lapdancer, maybe she'd get into porn?

With one last lick from balls to tip, Emma seems satisfied, and she totters back to me.

Looking straight into Doug's lust-filled eyes, she steps backward and squats over me and, holding the base of my cock, she points it into her swollen rectum. I moan and reach round to grab her pierced tits, pulling her down all the way onto me.

"You want my pretty pussy?" she pouts, and Doug nods eagerly. "You want my pretty, unprotected, pussy?"

Doug growls and, in a flash, is bottomed out in her pierced cunt.

Both me and Doug thrust in simultaneously, quickly finding a brisk pace, and Emma thrashes around like she's fucking loving it.

We've had the build-up, the foreplay. It's all been about this. And it's just animal rutting now.

So I think Emma's as surprised as I am when Doug kisses her. It's not loving; it's passionate – lots of tongue twirling and sucking. In a funny way, it makes me more jealous than the fact he's pounding into her pussy. And, for a reason I can't explain, it turns me on even more.

We switch to an alternate rhythm; I push in as Doug pulls out. It's strange being able to feel his cock inside Emma, but it's so good that I'm soon worried again about cumming.

I stop thrusting, and that lets Doug really go to town.

"Oh my God," Emma mutters. "Are you gonna cum in me again?"

"I want to cum in your mouth," Doug groans.

"NO!" Emma cries. "Cum in my pretty pussy. My kitty wants your cream."

"No, I'm gonna cover your face and make you eat it up."

Emma lifts her legs, causing her to sink a little further onto my wood, and wraps her fetish boots around Doug's back, holding him in.

"Please don't. I'm not on the pill. I want a baby. Don't you want a baby with me?" she pouts.

Doug stops, and Emma kisses him – this time more softly and seductive. My heart screams, but my dick twitches.

"Please send your baby-making juice into my unprotected pussy."

"I've never met anyone like you before," Doug tells Emma, and he ploughs into her with renewed fervour. "You're incredible."

"You're pretty fucking good yourself."

Jealousy burning, I knead her breasts and pull on her nipple rings as I make slight movements in and out of her arsehole; Emma rubs at her pierced clit, her hand a blur.

"Are you gonna paint my insides with your spunk? Are you gonna fill me up? Oh God!"

He slams into her so hard he nearly lifts her off my dick.

"I'm gonna cum," Doug pants.

"Yes! Knock me up!" Emma screams. "Do IIIITTTTT!!!"

The last word becomes a scream as she orgasms at the same time as both Doug and I fire our loads into her. I've never cum so hard in all my life and, judging from the way she seems to have lost all control of her body, neither has Emma. Her ejaculate sprays out in all directions, soaking Doug and I, and some even hits the ceiling.

Still squeezing her boobs, I hold her to me, soaking up every little shudder and sensation that racks her body.

She did this for me, and she obviously loved it as much as I wanted her to.

I want to stay like this forever.

Doug moves to get up, but Emma locks him in place with her boots around his waist.

"No, wait." She kisses him, long and hard. "That was the most amazing experience of my life, thank you."

"Mine too," he replies, and showers her face and neck with little kisses.

Emma giggles, and twists to me, giving me a quick peck. Not as nice as the kiss Doug got.

She purrs as she relaxes back on me. "I hope you enjoyed that 'cos, whether you want to or not, I'm definitely doing that again!"