Re: In praise of Emily

Last night probably deserves several posts- perhaps over a few days. Right now I have a head and it doesn’t feel quite on my body, so just a few delicious preliminary highlights.

When CC arrived with Mags, you should have seen James face. The physical stature of the guy shook my friend. Mags, wrapped in those big strong arms at the door, she in the tightest lace up leather hot pants, and high heeled oh so severe boots up and over the knees, it was just perfect. They looked the natural couple. It stunned my friend that she was with such a hunk of a guy. It must have stunned him that such a stud was ploughing his Mum. Yes she would find a husband, but men like CC would go on taking. It was the way of things. He just about gathered his wits and took their coats, before rushing on to serve them drinks.

Emily took control quickly after that and CC was delighted. I’ve never seen my girl with a black guy before, but the effect was very very pleasing. Watching them kiss, CC’s big hands cradling my girl’s pert arse through the leather mini skirt was special. James watched open mouthed, I smiled and took a brief moment with Mags. ‘Remember babe, Emily is top bitch. Make sure you defer.’ Mags nodded. She knew that CC was going to fuck her mistress first. It was etiquette. But there would be loads of attention afterwards, and from us both.

We had drinks in the conservatory first, served with canapés by my friend James. His hand was shaking a mite, but he was decorum itself. CC was Sir and Mags and Emily were Madam. Because we were a intimate gathering James had set things up as a dinner party. The string quartet music, the flowers tastefully arranged, the lighting, the table were just right. James seated us and then with sweat on his brow served all the courses, fretting beneath his breathe about whether they would please. They did. The poor bastard had practised each course several times in the last weeks. It made Emily smile.

Beneath the table CC had his hand up Emily’s skirt and was working her crotch. I saw her move and spread her legs so that he could push his fingers inside her slit. Ah nice, she opened her mouth and started to snog the guy as James cleared away dessert plates. I unlaced the front of Mags hotpants and though it was tight down there pushed my fingers south. She was sopping wet. I loved the way she pushed her cunt against my fingers. I loved the serious, wanton look in her eyes. The girls were very aroused.

James came over at my beckon and I said that i had dropped my napkin on the floor. Hell I hadn’t. It was there on my lap. Down he went though, without a murmur. Emily and Mags watched him as he unzipped my fly and took out my cock. Mags watched him intently. It mesmerised the girl. There was the slighted hesitation and then yes, he started to suckle.

‘I want it up me so much’ she whispered and opened her mouth to me. Her lips, her tongue, so sweet and her hand now down there, keeping James head working up and down on my prong.

Emily moved position again. She stood and CC peeled down her thong. She smiled at him as he took out his member, and then she guided its head to her quim. A pause. CC wrapped beefy in latex and then she took it. She took the whole quivering mass of his cock between her legs. Sinking down onto it with a groan.