Re: In praise of Emily

Last night was perfect. I went over quite early and told James to fix some supper for later. Emily looked magical, in a floaty silk creation that hinted at her lovely contours beneath. She looks so good with her hair done and now she had a pearl choker about her throat, the Cartier watch on her wrist and a smart bracelet on the other. She looks the Greek goddess. Her perfume was sensual, musky and challenging. I wanted her very quickly indeed.
‘Did James spill the beans?’ Emily asked as we started to neck.
‘Yes…he talked about Elise.’
‘Good- that girl did him a world of good smacking him down like that. For my money she primed him for me.’
‘She was a bitch to him wasn’t she…right at the end.’
‘Yes..she was. She didn’t understand herself, but she knew how to ruin a man.’
Emily is clearly hot for it. Her waspish attitude is obvious, her touch sensuous and suggestive.
I push up the material of her dress and reveal her naked body. It is there, on her bare buttocks, Jezz, arranged as a shallow nest in which rests an exquisite ladybird.
‘Do you like it?’
‘Fucking hell babe…its just so hot.’
We kiss greedily and James stands in the doorway with that usual look of longing on his face.
‘You shown that to your pet?’
Emily shakes her head, but she beckons him across now and hitches up the dress once more.
‘Fucking hell….’ the words have escaped James lips before he could stop them. I can see the instant regret in his eyes, but it is too late. My girl’s eyes are steel and she slaps him sharply across the face with the face of her hand. There is a little wheel across his check where the edge of her ring caught him.
His hand shoots up to his smarting cheek, and he rubs it quickly. His head drops though, like it was automatic it drops before her..
‘Sorry M’am.’

Did James have the presence of mind to react like that? Was he looking for the slap? We have talked tattoos before so i knew it wasn’t completely off his radar. Perhaps he needed the rebuke. After his interview I can actually believe that.
Emily is cross with him though. She is in spite mode and that is so fucking sexy sometimes.
‘Drop your pants and show Jezz what you have’.
He does as he is ordered and there is a new stainless steel cage around his cock. This isn’t clear perspex, its a proper cage. I wince, because slotted neatly inside his dick hole and restraining his cock down on those dinky balls of his is a steel insert.
‘Neat’
‘James is exploring a severe restraint thing…’ Emily explains handling his genitalia, as though they were marbles. ‘You asked for it didn’t you sweetheart?’
A blush fills James face. He nods.
‘Now turn around and show Jezz the other little measure.’
I check Emily’s face. Fuck…has she tattooed him too?’
Instead what meets my gaze his a neat little black rubber butt plug with a blue cabochon crystal set in the end.
‘Look’ Emily smiles, ‘it matches the one on my watch’. She shows me the blue crystal in the winder of her Cartier. I check mine and yep, there it is too.

We are talking in each others embrace before James who stands before us, his pants around his knees, his cock in gaol and his arse plugged with a tint rubber bung.
‘He is NEVER going to compete with you darling…he is my pet. You can fuck me whenever you chose and he will sit and beg like a dog.’
I kiss her deeply, and feel her body quiver. This so so hot for the girl.
‘Did he resist?’
‘Yes…it was tight, but it will get looser won’t it James?’
Her cuck remains silent, head hung in shame.
‘Bit by bit, I’m going to work him loose. I’ve being using this haven’t I James..’ Emily raises a forefinger and fixes James with a stare.
‘I’ve learned to milk him from inside, his little cock jerks and spunk dribbles out.’
‘Shouldn’t have him caged when you do that darling…’ (I laugh)
‘No quite…we discovered that didn’t we James, it was excruciating for you that time when your cock couldn’t straighten to spunk.’

I send James to fetch drinks- the guy is really humiliated. When he comes back, Emily says, ‘I want you to help Jezz fuck me.’

They have a really deep leather couch in the living room, so James lies across that. There is a drill about this, but it is more a set piece dance than something mechanical. There is something poetic about this sort of fucking. Emily positions herself doggy fashion above his head and dips her sex down towards his mouth. It is glancing and teasing stuff, whilst I discard my clothes. Each little dip provides a tantalising taste, a wafting scent of her wet and aroused sex. I watch transfixed and now I understand a bit. This is the apex of what started with worshipping the oh so superior girls in his youth. If he has learned it, he hasn’t learned a perversion. That word is about being dirty and different, it is about something compelling and selfish and meaningless beyond its own act. Nothing about James as he reaches up to lick his mistress’s glancing sex is selfish. It is all giving, all submission and I bloody well love it.

I grip Emily’s hips and slot my girth into her cunt, causing her to yelp. Even though she has stretched to fit me, such brutal drive ins always have an effect. The sudden stretch and the sweet spasms in her sex afterwards are utterly delicious. Listen, I know…I’ve listened to her trying to catch breath. I know how that works. Now I stroke…slow and majestic. This is so bloody horny and so perfect.

‘You are such a fucking bitch lady…the more you rule him the more I want you.’

She gasps. Words are beyond her.
‘Lower babe’ i instruct so that we are virtually flat on James face. There…it is ticklish and hot and sublimely teasing, his wet tongue swirling around her clitoris and across the base of my slimy cock as I glide in and out of his missus. I don’t have to tell him to do a thing. He is suddenly at it, licking my full balls, massaging and teasing them with his tongue, so that his mistress gets the full load. I love this above most else, feeling him assist me. When I breed the bitch this will be how it is done, with James full consent and complete assistance.

Looking down, feeling Emily squirm in my grasp I see again the tattoo. So neat, so perfect, so right, so fucking hot. I love it that Duncan will see it soon. I love it that I have trumped the guy and made him share her as second string. I’d love it more if my mata hari dominated that bitch. I’d love her to ruin him once she has used him to the full. Words…lust words, copulating words…don’t quail, this is how it is when you are on heat, me inside her, she thrusting rhythmically back onto my prong. The blood is up and instinct rules. This is the time of misrule. This is what scared the shit out of folk when they wondered about witches Sabbats. The witch riding the horned beast…me, the bringer of instinct.

‘Oh fuck!’ I can feel Emily climaxing. Her cunt is gripping my shaft and my prong is going nowhere. We are locked on and there is just one way forward. Pump, pump, pump, the feel as your balls clench like fists. James will know. He will lick all the harder and then it is happening. Against his ears he will feel Emily’s thighs juddering and my thighs knotting. ‘Fuck’, I want to fill her belly full, I want her dripping with the stuff for weeks. When you deliver you arch your back, you grab your lady and pull her back hard, as though you want to drive her through your body. There…the spunk is flowing. Sweet relief, pulse, pulse, the union complete. At last- it is done.

I fall away this time. Normally I drag calmly out, still composed and masterful. But this time the climax is too much. I feel as though my balls have been wrung. As I fall back and away, the goo drips copiously from her cunt and drops in little splashes in James face. It is in his eyes and he can’t see. He waits. Momentarily he waits and then his mistress gives the order,

‘Lick it up’.

I’m watching him lap her sex. I smirk- I know, that is wrong, that is cruel, that is uncool, but I do. He will never lick that load out of her. All he can do is arouse her again so the stuff is siphoned inside her deeper. The more he licks her body the more she accepts my seed as hers. He hasn’t been inside her for an age. She will conceive by me. I will fucking well insist on it. As he tongues away his dick his jerking. What on earth the new cage is doing to him, I will never know, but his bulging prick certainly isn’t straightening. The lock bangs against his balls. This is sweet hell for the guy. When he reaches up to attend her, he rolls half right and I watch the butt plug pop out. His buttocks are tensing like hell. James is climaxing without a fountain in sight. Fucking hell- she is putting him through his paces. She is magic.

I sip a beer. Its so welcome. I swallow deep and watch Emily roll to one side, eager to dismiss James now, so that we can cuddle. He’s sent to fix the supper. James has been such a good guy.

[Wow- looking up the post above, I think shit. I can feel last night all over again. The text is full of terrible words and such wanton things. There is a part of me that says edit. There is another part that says trust the others. They know that the brain works differently during passionate moments. If we can philosophise then so we can fuck. In this world the second of these has been sanitized, made so ‘nice’. I decide to leave the post as it is. Hell, afterwards when James served me another beer he whispered, ‘fucking hell man…you are perfect for her.’]