Re: In praise of Emily

The sun isn’t even up this morning when the sound of Emily’s Porsche arriving on the front drive wakes me. I watch as she steps out of the car dressed in the tightest little black dress, patterned black stockings and high heels. Her jacket is cropped and beautifully tailored. She looks the absolutely immaculate business woman. Watching her cross to the door, hearing the click click of her heels on the cobbles I can see why James worships her. She is the bitch goddess to him. She has, of all the women I have ever known, the greatest potential to make this the supreme lifestyle. She is mistress of her own mind as well as of her cuck. She knows how to enslave other men too. If they have cocks and dreams then they are her quarry. What is most telling of all is that she understands what turns her on and she has no qualms about it. Don’t get me wrong, she is no psychopath, but she knows that James has to suffer and ache a bit for the sex to be truly hot for her. She would never get rid of him, unless another even more interesting submission project came along. Even then he might survive, ranking lower in a bitch harem.

‘Still in that sexy white towelling wrap young man?’ [I’m not very young, but the magic works]
‘Boy, you’re up early babe and looking very fine I say.’
I let her insinuate her fingers beneath my clothing, the polished red nails, the long fingers, the gold rings and the chic watch that slips down her wrist.
‘I want you before I go to work. Its my Valentine’s day gift’
I laugh…
‘I want, but its a gift for moi?! Haven’t you got things all mixed up?’
‘I need you Jezz…you’re so naughty, so sexy and so generous. Duncan showed me the pictures of the villa. It is huge! The pool stretches to infinity and it has a staff of three to keep us happy. Its a short drive to the designer lands of the French riviera. Do you realise what a spoilt bitch this is going to make me!’
‘I’ve always thought that jewellery looks neater on a sun kissed skin babe!’
Emily kisses me. Her eyes are hungry. She shivers with it too. She seems coiled up, eager to unwind. I’m Ok with it though. I like her massaging my dick.
‘You’re up early babe…I’m going to fuck you now and you will be sore at work. you will do a hard day at the business face and then CC and I will fuck you silly for hours on end tonight. We are going to wreck you. Are you ready for that?’
She gasps. I have pushed my hand up her dress, dragged her thong to one side and hooked her up on my fingers. Her pretty arms slide around my neck and she opens her mouth to me. There, I have won already. She might try hard ball with me, but it doesn’t work. Once I have my hands on her sex, she is mine. She will cast James aside and she will fuck her brains out.
‘Well babe…ARE you ready for all that sweet stuff?’
She nods and begs with her eyes for another kiss. I oblige. This is a nice nice way to wake up.
‘Now tonight…I want you to come on straight away to CC OK. I want Mags made to realise that she gets second goes on everything. You have fast track on all the rides alright,’
‘Yes..’
‘I want that lovely Mags licking your cunt in front of James OK. I want you to grind your fucking sex against her mouth.’
‘yes darling…yes, of course.’
“I will feed James my tool whilst you do that, and CC can sit back and enjoy a drink. I want the guy impressed with things.’
‘You will be firm with James won’t you. I want him behaving the right way in an instant and without any sulky looks.’
‘He will do as he is fucking told’
I hitch up Emily’s dress and there, her lovely wet sex is mine to enjoy. Holding her thong to one side I play my glans up and down her big lip slit.
‘Please darling…please now…pump me.’
I push inside her. Its like an animal pushing through the dense undergrowth of the jungle. It prises its way through. Its neither urgent nor concerned. It is prowling.
‘You get off on the thought of going away with Duncan?’
‘Yes’
‘About him telling James that he is taking you away. That the little guy has to fucking well get on with the business chores.’
‘Yes..yes’
‘About the fact that you won’t discuss the matter, that James just has to accept that this is what his mistress does now.’
Emily moans…
‘yes…you bastard…you know don’t you.’
‘I know babe…I know and i approve.’
More thrusts now, rhythmic, full stroke and deep. I am holding my girl on my cock, pressing her against the wall, her stocking clothed legs pushed wide.
‘I know that you are a fucking bitch to the guy and that is what gets my blood up. I know that you will get off on Duncan’s dick thinking about the poor bastard locked up in the prong cock cage at home.’
‘Please jezz…I have to have it, I need it.’
‘You will be grinding and screwing away, being the snobbiest bitch possible…’
‘Oh please…yes…you know…you’re right…I am, I am…’
‘And tonight you will fuck like a slut…you will hump and whore all night long, a greedy little tramp.’
‘God please Jezz…don’t wait…please darling.’
‘You’re a bitch, a fabulous wanton, fucking bitch…what are you?’
‘Oh God…’
‘Well?’
‘I’m your bitch!’

I deliver my load. I feel my cock bulge to allow the passage of a massive delivery. She is tight on me. I can feel the pulse in her cunt, racing, racing. Her mouth is open, her eyes wild and pleading and her nails scratch my neck. I like the feel of her, hooked up on me, tightening and releasing like one big muscle. I like the fact that she has lost control, that her breath comes in tiny urgent snatches. She is climaxing, but I’m not finished with her yet. I did warn her.

‘Tell me about last night babe, when you got back from Duncan’s’
‘Oh Jezz, oh Jezz…’
‘Did you make winky man lick your cunt?’
‘Yes…’
‘And was it sweet, knowing that come Monday Duncan would spill the beans with James?’
‘You know it was! Fucking hell Jezz, don’t be a bastard.’
‘You didn’t tell winky man though did you. You held those lush lips of yours open, straddling him and he lapped away like a fool.’
‘No..no…Jezz, I can’t stop…this is driving me crazy.’
‘tell me then..’
‘Oh please…no I didn’t tell him. It was so…so…sexy’
‘He didn’t need to know did he…because he didn’t count. He has other duties…not taking Madam on holiday’
‘He’s…oh please…he’s my…’
‘slave?’
‘yes.’

There it is. Her second orgasm, fast on the first, her sex squirting. I can feel a jet erupt outwards, like water did when as a kid I learned to eject it from between my two front top teeth. Its a tiny, delicious, and powerful stream. It is accompanied in Emily by a scream. Now it follows. Sudden like a tropical night fall. My girl suddenly relaxes. She is a sudden and welcome dead weight. She is a winter overcoat across my arm. I feel her quivering from the explosion within, from the exertion of the sudden and needful sex. How do I feel right now? Triumphant, relaxed, pleased that I have evoked this in her. It is not just the cocking, but the words. When you fuck a woman well you meet with her mind and you say things that she dare not express. This is the way. So often when I have serviced a woman I have done this, suggesting what I suspect is in her head-the ever needful and instinctive things. It works so often and it works so well. If she fucks in front of her husband then she may go to pieces. I am the release and she is the bird that flies. When I can remember thus, when I can hang on to it during quieter brooding times, I need have no worry that I will lose a woman. I will always touch something that she wants. i will take her hand to it too and she will feel it. Even if Emily ever left me she would remain connected and we would do this again, sometime, physically and mentally, in a bedroom, or in our memories. This is how I live and why i need to be this way. I don’t own a woman complete, i just meld with her soul.

A weak sun streams through the window, catching tiny particles of dust as they pirouette upwards after our fucking, making them look like flecks of gold. It is the nicest feeling, the most replete feeling. I have no idea how often other people fuck, how hard they fuck, I just know that I need to fuck this way. I need to be with the most challenging woman, to feel on the edge with her and then to sip coffee. Always a drink afterwards and always the soft and affectionate talk. James is so nice, so loyal, so attentive isn’t he. We giggle, the passion passed and my girl assured once more that her cuck is ever in the equation. We have fucked. We have not shagged. It is not simply mechanical and it is too raw for love making. Emily knows this. She knows that I understand she has her own version, her selfish version of love making reserved for James and perhaps Duncan too. In a house there are many rooms…

As I watch her get into the Porsche and drive away later I think that probably most men who meet her would want her. That is how she is-a siren. But there are others that would want to drop to their knees in front of her. She never evokes indifference and this is the point really. A woman who becomes a hot wife is like that, vibrant and full of life. It may be there from the start but as sure as chickens come from eggs what her cuck and bull contribute, that always adds to things.

Jezz