Fantasising About Emma - Donor Ch. 11

The door opens and a middle-aged man enters, swears when he sees Emma with a stranger's dick down her throat, and hastily exits again. If he'd stayed, Emma would probably have pleasured him too. He's gonna regret that later.

Emma bobs her head a few times, then licks up and down his whole 6 inches.

"Is this ok?" she asks.

The teen nods eagerly. "Fuck yeah." Oh, and he's found his voice.

Emma smiles and resumes fucking her face on his pole, never breaking eye contact with him.

She slows, then holds him balls-deep; her nose pressed into his pubic hair. She grasps his butt and pulls him into her, getting us much of him down her throat as she can.

"I'm gonna cum," he mutters.

Emma pulls back and wanks his cock. "You want to cum in my mouth?"

Her lips open wide and she sticks her pierced tongue out, almost begging for his sperm.

"Oh fuck," he groans, and he spurts like a fountain. His cum covers Emma -- all over her face, in her hair, in her mouth, some dripping down onto her leather-clad chest...

With a smile, Emma sucks and licks his dick clean, then tucks it back into his pants.

"You'd better run along, sweetie."

He nods and rushes to the door, pausing long enough only for a hurried "Thanks".

Emma giggles as she uses her fingers to wipe as much cum as possible into her mouth.

"You just made his day. His week. His life!" I tell her.

"It was fun. He reminded me of a boy in my class."

"Something tells me that boy will be getting some special attention when you get back to work."

Emma grins, but playfully scolds me, "I won't be messing around with my students, thank you."

She cleans herself up as the middle-aged man returns, and dips straight into the cubicle we fucked in just minutes ago.

Emma looks tempted, but I shake my head, and she grins naughtily as I hold the door open for her.

"I'm going upstairs now, to leave you to it," I tell her. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," she says, and I kiss her, loving and lingering.

We exit and walk separately across the restaurant. Emma sashays to the table right in front of the band, and sits facing them. I laugh as she crosses her long legs, and the eyes of all four band members go straight to her lovely pins. She's gonna go all Basic Instinct on them, and I love it.

I can't believe she thought she might have difficulty pulling them. Her modesty is sweet, but ridiculous.

***

I can't sleep. I'm too excited -- partly about the wedding tomorrow, and partly about whatever Emma's up to with the band. I absentmindedly stroke my stiff member.

They must have finished working some time ago, and it can't have taken long for Emma to work her magic. I wonder if the female bass player will join in...

My phone goes mental, beeping with a series of incoming messages.

They're pictures from Emma.

Wow. The first is of Emma on the stage, still in the leather dress but with it pulled up around her waist, with the three guys from the band around her -- and each of them with a finger stuffed up her pussy. The arrogant-shit guitarist is holding a fag to Emma's mouth... wait, is that a cigarette or a spliff?

She's always been dead against drugs. This could be huge news.

Hold on -- who took the picture? Was it...?

The next photo answers my question. It's Emma swapping saliva with the brunette bassist. They look amazing with their tongues entwined like that.

I'm now beating my cock in anticipation of what's next.

Oh my fucking God. It's Emma standing alone at the front of the stage, naked but for her Louboutin heels, with a microphone in her cunt and two drumsticks protruding from her arsehole. Her eyes do look pretty spaced out, which would suggest it was pot she's been smoking.

I'm so tempted to go down there right now. My hand is a blur on my dick.

The last pic is unbelievable.

Emma's sat on the drummer, with his dick splitting her arse. The bassist is sat on Emma's face, and I can just make out Emma's tongue pushing between her folds as the brunette viciously twists her pierced nipples. The guitarist, meanwhile, is forcing a second maraca into Emma's pussy -- the handle of the other is already sticking out of her.

I cum, ejaculating my sticky load all over my chest and hand.

Oh well, I wasn't going to sleep anyway. Time for a shower. Maybe I'll take my phone with me...