He was about to climax and she was contracting her little mm hard to get him to fuck harder. She’d already had one or two orgasms and was now going to be late for work. The coworkers would talk if both were late for the first half of the day.
Michael’s dick began to twitch and then spewed out a huge amount of cum in Sandy’s little mm; he pushed against his dick until it slowly shriveled up in the little mm. He loved the feeling of touching it after he had done his business. Like he wanted to, the dick slipped out perfectly at the end, in fact he hoped Sandy would allow him to fuck her in the ass. He longed to be able to poke his dick into her little asshole, but she wouldn’t even allow Michael to lick her asshole.
They were breathing sharply, his dick and MM had just separated, and while his dick was still oozing cum out, his phone rang.
“Hello,” he picked up the phone. It was his wife calling. Dang, his wife would kill him if she knew he was screwing Sandy. Thinking back, how did he get into it with his cute little secretary. He was sure it was her secretary who seduced him. Of course, having sex with his wife only once a week was one of the reasons he cheated on her.
Her wife, Patricia, wasn’t too happy because Michael’s mother had called her when she couldn’t find him at the office. She wasn’t very fond of her mother-in-law, and Michael knew he’d have to listen to her nagging him again when he got home. He made a face and thought about how forgetful his mother really was. He had told his mother his phone number a million times, but she still couldn’t remember it.
“Honey, I’ll go over there first when I get home. Uh, I won’t forget to get the milk. Uh, I love you too.” Michael’s voice was a little different when he said those words as Sandy took Michael’s dick in her mouth and sucked on it. He hung up the phone then looked straight at her.
“I’m sorry,” she said. She shouldn’t have done that. She took Michael’s dick while he was stroking his wife. “It looks like it wants more licking and sucking from me.” His dick was still in Sandy’s mouth the moment he looked at his watch.
“It’s over, we need to get back soon,” he said. They quickly showered, dressed, and drove to the underground parking lot of the office, where they each returned. No one would notice his black SUV in the parking lot, except for one person, the owner of a Cadillac ESV, who smiled, her snow-white teeth especially noticeable against her black face.
Michael got to his mom’s before coming home, just as he had agreed to on the phone. When he got there he saw his mom looking like she was watching TV, but went over to see that it was off. She was just gazing there.
“Mom,” he called.
She didn’t respond. Probably asleep, he thought. But no, her eyes were open, albeit very lifeless.
“Mommy,” he called louder.
Mom suddenly jumped up and looked at Michael. He was startled… she’s been looking pretty leggy lately. Thanks, he thought, to Emma, the hahaha neighbor, who had been taking care of her all this time. Michael had taken a liking to the strong-bodied black woman, and she seemed to like Michael, too. But Michael’s wife hated Emma, and she thought Emma was very commanding. So Michael never got a chance to talk deeply with Emma. But they did know more about their interactions than his wife Patricia did because she would often come over to visit Michael’s mother. But Patricia would rarely come over because she didn’t like his mother. Patricia said that his mother was a pest, causing Michael to revolve around her all the time.
But the funny thing is actually Patricia does this to Michael all the time too ah, she makes Michael do everything she wants him to do. It did annoy Michael a bit, but there was no way around it, who made her his wife.
“Mom, Patricia said you called her. Why didn’t you call my cell phone?”
His mom had finally turned the spotlight on him, she hadn’t been in the best of health over the years but this year she was walking faster than usual. She said she was so lonely but Michael knew that Emma came over often to keep his mom company so she at least had a friend to nag her. He and Patricia come over to see her too, only Patricia doesn’t like his mom so she doesn’t come often.
Patricia doesn’t like Michael’s mom, Joan, because she feels there is competition between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. He listens to whatever his mom says. But from Patricia’s point of view, Michael is actually nice: he makes money and will do what she wants, even that once-a-week lovemaking. Even though Michael wanted more, she had her standards again.
“Son, why don’t you call me back? Do you want me to sit here all day waiting for you? I have some more very important things to tell you.”
Even though her voice was still high pitched, Michael figured that she should be demoralized as well. He apologized to his mom for the phone call. As he was talking, the doorbell rang.
“I’ll drive,” he said
It turned out to be Emma, her mother’s neighbor. She walked in and kissed Michael on the lips again after hugging him. She often did this if Patricia wasn’t around.
“Darling,” the tall, voluptuous woman purred tenderly. Even though Michael had just made love to Sandy a few hours ago, his dick was now unconsciously bucking again.
“Hi Emma,” Michael replied. Emma wasn’t really very tall, only 5’6″ (about 167.5 cm). But she looked very confident even his wife compared to herself. In addition, her dress code was also very sophisticated, with a competent OL uniform, high heels, and professionalism, all of which made Emma look much taller than his wife, Patricia, who was 5’4″ (about 162.5 cm). Emma had equally proud breasts, and those beautiful, large breasts were simply not comparable to her wife or Sandy.
Emma walked across the living room like a light breeze to Michael’s mother and whispered something into his mom’s ear. His mom’s body became a little stiff as she listened.
“What’s wrong?” Michael asked.
“Nothing much, dear,” Emma replied to him with a wink. “I told your mom I could set up a time for her to get her hair done if she wanted. I’ll make sure they can do a satisfactory haircut, which I know your mom definitely needs.”
Michael was a little irritated to see his mom, her formerly blonde hair was now basically gray and getting thinner.
“Mom, why don’t you let Emma set you up, I’m sure you’ll have a great time.” He said.
Mom moved her chair and replied, “Son, I don’t need you to tell me how to do that.”
“Joan, don’t be like that to Michael, he’s just trying to help you,” Emma said “Michael, let’s go into the kitchen and help your mom make some tea.”
Michael’s heart skipped a beat, he liked being alone with Emma, even though he knew nothing would happen between them. But Emma’s big boobs still teased Michael. He knew he’d have to wait a few days until Friday – once a week for lovemaking with his wife. Maybe he could do it again with Sandy tomorrow.
While Michael was boiling water he and Emma whispered and Emma found a place to sit. Michael loved the sight and was a little mesmerized looking at Emma’s uncovered, chocolate colored skin and deep cleavage.
“Do you like to watch, dear?” Emma asked.
Michael’s face went red, “What, what do you mean by that?”
“I can see you staring at my boobs. Do you like them?” She asked as she held up those big boobs.
Michael pursed his lips, unsure of what to say.
“Don’t be embarrassed, if you tell me you like them I’ll show you a little better.” Emma said as she undid the top button.
“That’s very nice of you,” Michael replied, trying to control himself as best he could. His dick was getting big again. Emma came over and teased his privates with her fingertips.
“Tell you what, if you show me your dick, I’ll show you my big boobs.”
Michael was a little confused, he didn’t think he was that attractive to Emma. He bit his lip, not quite sure about this new development.
The water had boiled and Emma poured a glass for herself and another for Joan.
“So, can I see your dick or do you want to see my big boobs?” Emma said and sat down with the two cups of tea and a jug of milk next to her. To make Michael decide quickly she undid another button.
Michael slowly reached his hand up to his zipper and then pulled it down, his dick quickly hardening like iron when Emma took off her blouse, revealing her black lace bra.
She made Michael take off his pants and drop them on the floor before she pulled Mimi out of her bra for him. Michael’s dick swelled with menstruation and his eyes gazed at the nipples that were as thick as baby bottles. Then Emma slapped Michael’s dick with her own hard, dark colored breasts.
“You have a nice dick,” she said “Do you want to cum on my boobs?”
Michael was already only nodding his head. Emma continued to slap his stem, the mucus secreted acting as a lubricant. Emma played with her nipples urging Michael to jerk off.
“Yes, cum me. I want cum on your brother because I have a place to put them.” Emma moaned.
Michael thought Emma was asking him to cum in her mouth as she licked her lips to tempt him. But in fact when he was about to hit it, she suddenly pressed his dick down. He was too late to stop and his cum shot into the teacup Emma had prepared for his mom.
“Very good,” she said as she put on her bra. He looked at her, completely confused as to what she was playing at. “If you keep it a secret, I promise we’ll have more games like this,” Emma said mysteriously.
When Michael entered the living room, he saw his mom sipping the cup of tea. Emma looked at him and smiled.
“How do you like the tea, Joan?” Emma asked. “Michael made it for me, he’s a good boy.”
Michael was thrilled that a woman only ten years older than him was calling him a boy, and he tried not to show it. After that he took every opportunity he could with Emma and he was freaking out over this bad, bad woman.
He walked away from his mom feeling very content, even if a little depressed because he shot up in his hahaha cup.
He didn’t see Emma for a week, then saw her again on Saturday while mowing. Joan had been giving him a lot of things to do. He thought that sometimes Mom was a real “pest”.
His mom was in the living room and Emma took him to the kitchen.
Michael was a little embarrassed. He really wanted Emma, but the last sperm tea had left him a little unsure of how to deal with her. But Emma looked great today. She was wearing a tight white silk blouse and a short skirt. Her heels were very high and her black stockings made her look very sexy.
Trying to lighten the mood, he said, “Anyway, I don’t think Mom knows about this yet.”
“Like I said, it’s very important to keep it a secret.” Emma said sitting on top of the table.
Michael looked at her face and sensed that she wasn’t just referring to the “sperm tea” thing. He wondered what she was going to do next.
“Here, let me help you decide.” She removed her blouse, revealing a tight black lace bra. Emma hooked her finger and Michael walked over as if he had no soul. She quickly removed his pants and underwear and this time she took his dick firmly in her mouth and kept stirring it with her tongue.
“This is awesome!” Michael said.
Emma took his dick out and said, “If you want to cum, I’ll tell you where to cum.” Her hand was playing with Michael’s balls.
“Emma, that’s so sick.” He said.
Emma unhooked her black bra, revealing a pair of large, round tits and firm, chocolate-colored nipples. He watched in awe, wanting to suck on them. Emma merely grabbed his dick, one on top of the other.
“If you shoot where I say, you can suck them.”
Her hand rubbed against his dick, and it prevented him from thinking.
“Whatever.” He said.
“Good, then you can start sucking now or mom will be coming in later.”
Michael immediately hugged the two round balls and sucked them hard, and Emma looked very comfortable.
“Good job, baby,” she encouraged, as he furiously kissed and sucked her breasts and nipples. “Why don’t we get it over with so Mommy doesn’t get upset out there?”
Once again, Emma took his dick in her mouth and sucked on it for a while before starting to breastfeed him again, her dick pumping in and out between her big boobs. The moment she was about to cum, Emma picked up that teacup from Hahaha again.
Michael didn’t walk out until his mother had finished her tea. Seeing that Emma kept talking while his mother only responded occasionally. He really wasn’t sure if Emma was being mean to his mother. Finally he decided to go ahead and Emma came out to the door to see him off.
“I hope you have a wonderful day,” she spoke, “and if you have time, I’m sure we could do something else more fun.” She gave Michael a quick kiss on his left cheek. Emma returned after he left.
She walked to the living room and looked down at the woman sitting in the chair.
“Do you like drinking your son’s cum?” She scoffed.
“Yes master.” Joan said humbly.
Continue.
“Very good,” Emma said, then she half lay back on the bench then pulled open her skirt, which was pantyless and her crotch was covered in thick black curly hair.
“Why don’t you crawl over here and show me how much you appreciate me giving you a taste of your son’s cum.” She said languidly, “And take off all your stupid clothes.”
Joan stood up and took off all her clothes, wearing nothing underneath. She was rather large but not fat. She had a lot of bruises on her breasts and whip marks on her ass. She got on her knees and slowly crawled over to where Emma was sitting and then buried her whole face between her thighs and sucked on Emma’s fragrant little mm.
Emma continued to humiliate her, telling her what an incompetent pussy licker she was, threatening to make her lick her son’s dick and other disgusting things. Finally she grabbed a yardstick and spanked Joan’s ass so hard that the bruises became more numerous.
Joan moaned in pain, her ass muscles locked up as hard as they could be beaten, and a cork was placed in her asshole. Emma clamped her legs hard around Joan’s head, is she couldn’t breathe and passed out.
She was awakened by the warm liquid, and she found herself sitting in a cold tub, unable to stop coughing and spitting. When she opened her eyes and looked upward, she was spraying a large stream of foul-smelling urine right at Emma.
“Open your doggy mouth you useless fool,” Emma said and then pissed into Joan’s open mouth. Joan swallowed the pee as fast as she could to keep from vomiting it up.
When she was done peeing she had Joan stand in the middle of the tub. Then she grabbed Joan’s tits like handles and pulled and pushed them around. As soon as she let go, Joan fell into this tub full of Emma’s piss and lust.
Emma is going to let Joan help herself to another orgasm as she tries to keep Joan from passing out again. She told Joan to suck on her pee stained nylon stockings and Joan had to carefully suck on each toe. Finally she took off her stockings and threw them on the floor to wait for Joan to wash them, then aimed her ass at the old woman’s face.
She spread her ass cheeks and said to Joan, “Start licking, cunt.”
It was the most humiliating thing Joan had ever done in her life as she licked Emma’s hairy asshole, which was still covered with small chunks of shit that she hadn’t wiped clean last time. Joan couldn’t have a complaint, just licked and licked until the ass was completely clean and all she could feel was her own saliva.
“Joan, I’ll be back tomorrow. You make sure my stockings are washed.” She said as she rode on top of the tub again and pissed on the old woman inside. “And get yourself cleaned up, you look like shit.”
Afterward, Emma left Joan’s house. She had more important plans.
Michael was upset because Sandy had called in sick on Wednesday and couldn’t get her today either. Worse than that his mom kept yelling at him for little things and he wondered if it could be because she knew the secret between him and Emma. He’d gone back twice to ask Emma about it, but his mom had been around and wouldn’t leave them alone. He had no idea that this was an elaborate ploy by Emma to have the effect of making him frustrated and broken.
The reason Emma was upset with Sandy was because she saw that the secretary had the audacity to touch her property. The fact that Michael was married didn’t bother Emma. She had already planned what she was going to do to Michael’s daughter-in-law, that condescending bitch. Now was the time to take that step.
As Michael was about to sit down and start his lunch, to his surprise he saw Emma.
“Darling,” she said, flashing her white teeth, “surprised?”
Michael was very surprised indeed. And she had sat next to him instead of across from him. That was definitely a surprise.
Emma was wearing a low-cut top that showed a large amount of cleavage. She was at least five inches tall in her calfskin boots and her short skirt showed off her sexy round ass. The skirt was so short that you could see the base of her thighs. Michael got hard right away.
“Emma,” he tried to lighten up, “what brings you here?”
She propped one arm up and spoke, “Why, I think maybe we’ll get some privacy today since your mom became nosy.”
“Oh, I know,” he said with a heavy knock to his heart as he imagined what she was coming over for, still playing it cool. “I don’t have much free time besides lunch, though.”
Emma was a little angry. He’d spent his time screwing that skinny white chick secretary, so why not her. She was sure he’d take the bait though, especially after the frustrations of the last few days.
“Are you sure you don’t have more time today?” She asked as she pretended to unintentionally jam a finger down her cleavage. “I promise I can make it worth your while.” He thought he could take her to the Hideaway Motel, the same place he’d been with Sandy the last time.
After deciding, he called the lady over to pay the bill.
“There’s a nice place nearby where we can enjoy time alone together,” he said.
“Well, that sounds good.”
She took his hand and walked out of the restaurant together, and when she got into the car she immediately started rubbing his already bulging crotch. Once at the motel she pulled him into the room and gave a deep kiss.
Her soft lips intertwined with his and her tongue entwined with his. After they kissed for a while she took off her blouse. Her full breasts were hidden in her lace bra. She stood there swinging her hips and her hands gently rested on her hips, displaying her seductive charms.
She was still wearing her boots and his eyes kept wandering to her long stocking wrapped legs. She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her bra, letting her nipples enjoy their freedom. Michael knelt in front of her and sucked on the straight nipples.
“Baby,” she said softly, “bite them, ah yes.”
He could even smell her little mm’s and was eager to put his face over them. He rolled her over and removed her bottoms. Her thick pubic hair made her smell extremely heavy there, but that was no problem for Michael. She sucked and licked greedily, working her tongue to explore her G-spot.
Michael spent a long time licking Emma’s little mm. he even explored her asshole with his tongue, something he couldn’t get from either her wife or her secretary. He was thinking if only Emma would let him fuck her ass. She had a big beautiful round firm ass and those big black globes looked like they were begging him to fuck them with his dick.
Emma really enjoyed the feeling of her little pink mm being licked by him, nibbling gently then pulling again. He eventually took her on an extremely pleasurable orgasm, his face soaked with crazy spurts of lust. And of course, his dick was now rock hard, it had a very strong desire to go deep inside Emma.
He aimed his dick at Emma’s little mm. she smiled and used one hand to spread her thick pussy lips apart, helping him enter her depths smoothly.
“Baby, this feels so divine,” Emma said, “why don’t you make it harder again, come on.”
Michael was soon aroused, his balls slapping against Emma’s ass as he bent down to suck on Emma’s nipples, listening to Emma’s dirty talk in his ear.
“Come on baby. Do you like fucking my ass with your hard dick? Do you feel it sliding up my ass? It’s fucking my poop out.”
In fact, what Emma was really thinking about was Michael’s wife, who was tied up with straps and then watched Michael stick his brother up her ass. She wanted this stupid white woman to understand how good she was, and she imagined Patricia being made to lick Michael’s big old cock while it was covered in her own poop. One of her extreme fantasies was Patricia underneath her, with her poop squirting in Patricia’s face along with Michael’s cum. She also thought about Patricia drinking her piss and eating her shit.
Michael knew he had to hurry back to the office, but Emma had other plans. She was still erotically thinking about Patricia’s lovely face smeared with her own poop. She wondered if there was a chance she could get Michael to help make that happen.
“Michael, you’re not leaving so soon, are you?” She said, then lay back on the bed. “I’m just getting started.”
“Emma, I don’t want to, but I’m already late and need to hurry back to the office.”
“If you’re the boss, no one will mind, will they?”
Michael thought for a moment that he might be able to take a half day off. No one would notice he hadn’t been at work for half a day.
Emma tickled Michael’s scrotum with her long slender fingers to motivate Michael to make up his mind to stay down. She got down and took Michael’s dick in her mouth, letting it slowly grow bigger inside. Then she got up on her stomach and pressed her hands and knees against the bed, her ass wiggling constantly.
“I like to go backward,” she said, “It’s a deep penetration that way.”
Michael’s eyes stayed glued to Emma’s body as if they were stained, sprawled out in a puppy-like position, two huge tits almost next to the sheets, and his coffee-colored, round ass slapping.
He got up and moved to her backside and once again got the tantalizing view of her stamen that he craved and proceeded to stick his dick in. He began to fuck her to his heart’s content and she moaned and kept wiggling her ass. But when he was about to stick it up her ass, Emma stopped him.
“Honey, pay attention, I’ve never done that before,” Emma lied into. “Maybe we can do that next time, okay?”
His frenzied reaction was all she needed. She whetted his appetite, promising him a wonderful “ass-fucking” experience next time.
They were drenched in sweat and when he fucked her a second time Emma had more orgasms. She had Michael come over and lick her little mm’s and then fantasized about him fucking her in the ass, and as she reached another orgasm she imagined his mom coming over and sucking on his rod which was still covered in her poo.
End of chapter one, next update chapter two.
Two weeks had gone by and Michael hadn’t seen Emma. He was always being called over by his mom to fuck this and that during this time and Patricia had complained many times. He had fucked Sandy and his wife twice each in the last two weeks, but he realized that each time he was YYing Emma.
He called her at the office and never got an answer; he went to his mom’s and didn’t see her. He wondered if she hated herself. He tried to ask his mom if she had seen her, but she was always angry and he didn’t dare ask again. She didn’t understand, she hadn’t seen her mom angry before when she was with Emma.
Michael gets a call in his office.
“Hello?”
“Hello darling,” it was Emma calling, “did you miss me?”
Michael’s heart heaved and his dick stiffened.
“Yes,” he replied, “where are you?”
“I’m busy,” she returned, “but I wanted to see you today. Can you leave work early?”
Michael looked at his schedule nothing seemed to be going on in the afternoon. Sure, his secretary, Sandy, would catch him leaving early, but it didn’t really affect him.
“Yes, I should be able to,” he said.
“If you come,” Emma said, “you’ll see how worthwhile it is.” Her voice was magnetic, “I’m trying something new right now.”
This turned Michael on and he thought about putting his dick in Emma’s sexy ass.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there for sure.” She said.
Sandy didn’t say anything when she saw him go. He didn’t think Michael would be fucking anyone else’s woman, he had her as a sexy secretary who he could fuck anytime he wanted. Probably, she wasn’t that submissive.
When Michael arrived at Emma’s, he parked in her garage. This would prevent his mom from seeing them. He was sure his mom wouldn’t let the two of them have sex.
When he entered, he saw a piece of paper and a glass of water.
The paper says, “Drink it and go to the bedroom.”
He entered the bedroom to a tantalizing scene. Emma was wearing a red leather corset that emphasized her ample breasts and flat stomach. Both nipples were cut there like they were already waiting for Michael to go over and suck on them. Her legs were wrapped in fishnet stockings and the heels on her feet were five inches thick. Michael got hard right away.
Emma began sucking Michael’s cock. She quickly stimulated Michael’s dick as he closed his eyes and enjoyed it. A moment after it came out, Emma caught his sperm in a cup and quickly hid it.
He opened his eyes to find Emma lying on the bed again and with her legs splayed open, exposing her hairy privates.
“Are you hungry?” She asked.
He didn’t need to be asked a second time, Michael quickly took off his clothes and got down and started licking her pussy, that fat juicy pussy.
She said after one of her orgasms, “Why don’t you come and fuck me?”
She rolled over and spread her legs wide and he eagerly slid his dick in and started pumping away. Emma moaned greedily, which excited Michael. That tight corset made her ass even rounder.
“How’s that, cool?” She asked, “I want you to stick your dick in my ass.”
He hesitated, hoping she wasn’t just saying that.
“I really want this, so why don’t you try it. Take your time, you don’t want to hurt me, do you?”
“Yeah, I don’t want to,” he said. It was a sexual fantasy he’d always had, and he’d say yes to whatever she said.
“Stick it in then,” she said as she peeled her asshole open. “Take your time.”
Michael stuck his dick in that hairy asshole and started thrusting. Her sphincter stimulated his dick. Michael had thought it would be hard to get in, but her open asshole was just big enough to wrap around his dick.
“It’s so good,” she moaned. “Fuck my ass harder, harder.”
Michael quickly reached his climax, pulling his dick out and realizing to his dismay that it was covered in dirty poop and sperm. Emma fantasized about him sticking it in Patricia’s mouth. He didn’t notice that Emma had taken two pairs of dirty panties to wipe his dick clean; nor did he notice Emma’s snicker as she looked at the poop stained panties.
Michael wanted to go wash his dick and then take a pee, but was stopped by Emma.
“My toilet is broken, so just pee in the one next to it and then I’ll take care of it.”
“So, do you need me to help you see what’s going on?”
“No honey, I called someone to come by later.” She said.
Michael looked at his watch and realized it was getting late and there was no time for a shower, so he ran the faucet over his dick and peed in the bucket.
After Michael came home, Emma opened the door to her bedroom closet. Joan, Michael’s mom, was naked and tied up inside.
“Did you like that show back there?” She asked.
Joan couldn’t talk because of the gag in her mouth, but she shook her head vigorously, she was in pain because she had been tied up for hours. Her sagging breasts had turned blue from the ropes wrapped tightly around them; she felt like her bowels were going into spasms from a gag squeezed tightly in her asshole, the gag was ten inches long and almost three inches wide; her nipples had begun to bleed from the two sharp clamps holding them. Emma yanked her by the hair and dragged him over a tarp in the living room, then untied the ropes.
She let go of Joan’s gag ball and said to her, “I guarantee you’re thirsty, aren’t you?”
Joan didn’t say anything, she was used to drinking Emma’s pee, but she knew she had something else in store for herself today.
She guessed right. Emma took a sealed funnel and put it over her mouth, then poured the pee from Michael’s bucket into it.
“Drink it bitch,” said Emma. She pulled on the clamps on Joan’s nipples, causing Joan to gulp down the liquid from the bucket because of the pain. Finally Joan drank it all. Emma said, “I hope you enjoy drinking your son’s piss, bitch.”
Emma stuck a finger in Joan’s red, swollen bottom, broken by shaving her with a dull knife this morning. Joan’s lower body was dry, but Emma had an idea. She took the gag ball out of Joan’s mouth and showed her the two dirty panties from earlier.
“I’ve been wearing these panties for a week and they’re still covered in my poop and your son’s cum. This is all for you,” Emma said grabbing Joan’s mouth and shoving the panties in.
“If you spit it out, I will beat you to death, is that clear? You stupid cow?”
Joan glared at Emma, but she didn’t spit out the two pairs of panties because Emma had beaten her half to death earlier, and it was days before she recovered. She watched as Emma put on a black foot long dildo. Emma thought about being able to use this on Patricia someday, and when that happens, hahaha ……
Joan felt in agony, her mouth stuffed with dirty panties wanting to vomit, her stomach constantly churning from the vat of piss she’d just drunk, and her intestines spasming from the top of the gag. But most of all she couldn’t stand the pain in her pussy, being fucked by Emma with a huge dildo.
Emma, however, reached several orgasms in a row. Finally she pulled off the dildo and rested, giving Joan a chance to catch her breath a little as well.
Emma took off her tight leather jacket, then put on a lovely white silk blouse that only went down to her waist, and took off her stockings and boots, replacing them with a pair of white high-heeled sandals. Of course, she wasn’t wearing panties.
She went to the kitchen and made some food, then returned to the living room with her coffee and sat on the couch and watched TV, with Joan being used as a footrest by her. She untied the strings from Joan’s breasts, which had been pinned black, and stepped on them again with the heels of her shoes.
After she finished watching TV, she then tied a rope around Joan’s arms and threw her on top of a bench, then tied her legs until she couldn’t move at all.
“I’ve got some new plans,” Emma said.
She shoved a hollow gag ball into Joan’s mouth, which was large so it squeaked against Joan’s jaw. Joan thought she might have to pee in her mouth again.
Then Emma rode Joan’s face and said, “My ass is a little dirty from being fucked by your son today, why don’t you use your useless tongue to lick me clean?”
Joan felt a wave of nausea, the hairy asshole was covered with shit and cum and it tasted really bad. Joan decided not to lick her asshole, but Joan was wrong. Emma started frantically kicking Joan in the stomach with her heels, “I can kick you all night so you better stick out that bitch tongue and lick my asshole before it bleeds.”
Emma then proceeded to whip Joan’s already wounded bottom again, and finally Joan couldn’t stand it any longer and had to accept having her asshole licked.
Joan stuck out her tongue and licked up Emma’s dirt-filled asshole, knowing that Emma had checked it out with a mirror until it was clean enough.
“After all this time, I have something new ready for you now.” Emma smiled smugly.
Joan watched in horror as Emma’s asshole opened and closed, and then a long, thick turd squeezed out of it and landed impartially in Joan’s mouth, but there was nothing Joan could do to stop it.
After Emma pooped, Joan’s face was covered in tan-colored filth. She tried not to swallow the poop. But when she saw Emma come out of the kitchen with a pair of rubber gloves, she knew she was done.
She guessed right. Even though she was on the verge of vomiting, Emma shoved a huge pile of poop into her mouth. Then Emma pinched her nose so that she had to swallow so of the shit or else she wouldn’t be able to breathe. Tears rolled from Joan’s eyes, but Emma experienced the greatest pleasure of her life. The only thing more pleasurable than that was Joan eating her shit while her son Michael fucked her.
After that, Emma untied the ropes from the woman’s body and then wrapped her up in a tarp and threw her in the backyard. It was dark and cold outside, but Emma just left her naked with shit all over her face to make her way back on her own.
“After all, I don’t want dirt like you to stain my living room,” Emma said.
Then Emma went back to her bedroom and had several more orgasms through masturbation.
Pick up on the 45th floor ……
In the past few weeks Michael had been spending more and more time with Emma. Patricia sensed that every Friday “fuck day” Michael was not interested in fighting, of course she didn’t say anything, but hopefully he was tired of this “guardian” mode of lovemaking and he started to come home more often. Interestingly, she would be very upset and angry if she found out that Michael was sleeping with Sandy, but didn’t mind Emma. She was a bit annoyed that Michael spent a lot of time with his mom every week, which she didn’t like, so she never went with him.
Emma regularly jerked Michael off and then made him cum in his hahaha cup, and slowly he seemed to be enjoying it a little. He was tired of his mom always nagging and swearing at him, but he was afraid to say anything. Emma was the only one who understood him, and Emma had even convinced him that his mom was trying to drive a wedge between him and Patricia with malicious intent.
In fact, Emma had convinced him of many things. Now that they were making love on a regular basis, she was making Michael do some rather kinky things as well. Not too much, of course, but she always made him pee in a cup, which he thought would turn Emma on. Which it did, of course, it was when she saw Michael’s mom drinking this cup of pee. Emma also used to squeeze Michael’s cum that he had shot inside her into that cup for Joan to drink.
Now that Emma was regularly shitting in Joan’s mouth, she also realized that Joan had never been able to adjust to this. Joan had accepted her bondage, beatings, dildo-strengthening and other humiliating behavior. But could never accept her shitting in her own mouth. Emma always punished her harshly if she vomited in Emma’s backyard, and Emma often wrapped her in a tarp and threw her in the backyard after she shit, and on the first night, after Emma left, Joan threw up there.
After Emma had finished using her as a toilet, her face would be covered in filth and it would take a long time to clean it up. Emma has noticed Joan’s heart hate growing, but Joan can’t stop it from happening.
Michael doesn’t notice these things, but he does notice that his mom is becoming more and more unbearable, always looking for a fight to call him names. Meanwhile, Emma took him down a path of sexual deviancy by whispering obscenities to him during their lovemaking sessions. They watch SM movies when they fuck together, and Michael climaxes when some of the women are abused and eat other women’s shit.
Emma’s biggest dream was to have a living toilet and find some white woman to be her permanent fixture. She knew Joan was too old to use it for long, but of course that didn’t stop her from using Joan for practice now.
Of course, Michael was oblivious to the fact that her mom was forced to watch from inside the closet while he and Emma made love. Joan was always forced to eat his cum, piss and Emma’s filth while he was gone. Joan had become very familiar with the taste of Michael’s cum and piss and the taste of Emma’s little mm, asshole.
After that, Joan was always tied up and thrown on the floor in the living room of Emma’s house, and Emma would shit in her mouth. Joan tried not to swallow them as much as possible, but Emma always had a way of getting her to eat tons of dark-colored shit. On a recent occasion when Michael had left, Joan was tied up in the locker with ropes and could barely breathe, Emma had gagged her little mm and asshole and she could feel her breathlessness getting to the point where it was almost too much to bear. Joan’s heart had become worse and worse since Emma had practiced this series of abuses on her.
Although Patricia and Sandy didn’t know what was going on between Michael and Emma yet, Sandy was beginning to wonder why Michael was so kinky now. Today he wanted to try something he had just seen in a pornographic movie, but of course he couldn’t do it with his wife. Although not particularly kinky, she knew Patricia would only play the “missionary” position and certainly wouldn’t agree to do that with him.
After he undid his tie he said to Sandy, “I want to tie you up and spank you.”
In fact, he would have preferred to let Emma spank her after tying her up, but she was afraid that would expose his adulterous affair with Sandy, and he didn’t think Sandy would agree to a threesome. Of course, Emma knew all about it and secretly took pictures of it all.
“Michael, this is sick,” Sandy said. Actually Sandy wasn’t interested in any of this at all, but she would try to adapt.
“If you don’t want to play or forget it.” Michael said.
“No,” she said with a smile. Michael was his long-term meal ticket and she didn’t want to mess with him. “We can try, but you don’t want to hit too hard.”
Michael tied Sandy’s arms behind her spine, then pinned her to the floor and began experimenting with giving her mouthfuls, she shuddered a little but didn’t complain.
Michael didn’t know how he could arouse Sandy and then aggravate and ravage her, just like the movies he watched. But she found that Sandy really wasn’t interested in that at all, and after he had spanked her ass red, Sandy called it quits. Michael stopped hitting her but instead of untied her he threw her on the bed and started fucking her from behind, Sandy finally got excited and Michael got even more excited looking at her spanked flaming red ass. This time they had a great time doing it, but the only regret was that he had cum too soon.
Then he untied Sandy, who, as if that wasn’t enough, proceeded to put his dick in his mouth and suck on it. Once it was hard, Sandy sat on it and started another cloud of sex. Neither of them noticed, however, that the hidden camera in the room had captured everything they did.
Emma knew they met there every week and had already set up a hidden camera in the room. She’d collected enough “photos” to threaten them. But Emma was actually enjoying watching the videos, and Sandy was a whore. Emma found it amusing that Michael was clumsily taking Sandy step by step into a game of sexual perversion.
Emma figured once Michael was hers, she would make sure Patricia did everything he, or they, wanted. In the meantime, she watched the videos and orgasmed during Michael’s hahaha oral sex.
“Lick harder, you worthless dog slave,” Emma scolded.
Joan was put into a plastic corset by Emma, and really, it was too tight. But Emma didn’t care about that, and while she was putting Joan into the plastic suit, she plugged up Joan’s little mm’s and asshole with two huge dildos. Joan’s nipples were exposed, by now squeezed purple by the rubber cords, and Emma abused her with a special implement that stretched her nipples enough to be three inches long.
Joan was abused by Emma until Emma had another orgasm, lust dripping out of her little pink hole.
“Lick it all up, bitch dog,” Emma said to Joan.
After Joan had finished licking Emma made her give herself another blowjob which she didn’t finish until she had reached two more orgasms and the poor old woman’s tongue was paralyzed to the point of weakness. Then Emma peed in her mouth again and she made Joan hold it for a minute before she was allowed to swallow it. Joan struggled to do this, hoping that Emma wouldn’t make her eat shit again.
Emma had no desire to shit at this point but instead she took a cane and whipped Joan’s nipples until her breasts bulged out and were full of blood marks, then she whipped her ass, again full of bruises. Emma finally tired and she allowed Joan to go home now, but only if she was naked.
After Joan left, Emma sat down at her computer and started working on her new program. She had finally found some people who could make what she wanted, and due to the specialized nature of this service, finding them wasn’t easy. Of course, they weren’t always credible. But Emma had decided to take the gamble because she was amazed by the pictures she saw on their website, which were exactly what she had imagined. Emma looked at the pictures and squirted her lust three times.
Of course, there was no way for her to contact them directly, all she could do was leave all her information in their website and they would contact her afterward. That was normal, after all it was something that couldn’t be made public, and Emma began to send them all her thoughts. Emma smiled, what a bright future!
Emma didn’t much care that after two weeks she hadn’t received a response from that company. She had been having a good time lately with her constant sex with Michael and her abuse of his mother. Her hold on Michael had grown deeper and deeper and by blowing in his ear she was making him start to dislike his mother.
Patricia was glad that Michael had started complaining about his mother nagging him, she thought so he wouldn’t have to keep going to his mother’s place, but that didn’t happen. Patricia already hated Joan and Michael spending so much time at her place made her even more annoyed with Joan.
Friday night arrived and Patricia looked in the mirror as she straightened her outfit as she prepared to go out. She sighed and thought to herself that she would have to do her wifely duties again tonight. Patricia was actually very pretty, 36C cups, round and firm ass, and a perfect figure, with shoulder length blonde hair and hazel eyes that looked condescending, like she was looking down on other women. That was why she didn’t like lovemaking, other women did, but she was better than other women and she didn’t want to look like a bitch like them. She loved lovemaking because it was a duty of being a wife, and she was an excellent wife.
For some reason, Michael’s mom had invited Michael and Patricia to join them for dinner, which Patricia felt very surprised about. Her mom rarely drove anymore in her old age, so they had to pick her up first.
By the time they got to Joan’s Patricia had become very upset, she hadn’t expected their family dinner to include that smelly bitch neighbor, it was unbearable.
“I thought it was just your mom,” she whispered to Michael as they waited for Joan.
“It’s okay, she’s a hahaha good friend. Mom hasn’t been out in a while, let’s not ruin the mood,” Michael replied.
Emma appeared and urged everyone to sit in her ESV, she made Michael’s wife and mother both sit in the back while Michael sat next to her. By now Patricia was blushing, she disliked Emma immensely, though she had to admit that her condescending nature made her a little afraid of her. And her dress code was always so sexy and flamboyant that it showed Patricia’s conservatism and set in her ways even more.
Tonight, for example, she was wearing a tight, dark gray, super-short dress, very classy stockings and a pair of delicate high heels, which made Patricia in flip-flops look scruffy. Not to mention the slim little jacket and short cream silk blouse on Emma. These made her look sexier and more sophisticated, but put Patricia even more to shame.
Dinner was like a stressful and boring meeting, at least for Joan and Patricia. Michael and Emma were fine, they were talking and laughing completely forgetting that there were two other people around them. Michael may have been because he didn’t notice, but Emma certainly wasn’t, she knew exactly how Patricia felt, but that was exactly what she wanted. She couldn’t wait to show the bitch that Michael belonged to her. And Michael had no idea what she was really thinking.
When Emma and Joan took a break to go to the restroom, Patricia said angrily to Michael, “You’re simply ignoring me, you’re embarrassing me!”
Michael looked puzzled, “Babe, Emma is our guest, there’s no room for rudeness.”
Impolite? Patricia thought. Let’s try it then, and tonight he won’t try to stick that nasty little meat stick in me again.
Michael sensed her thoughts, but he realized he didn’t care at all about not making love to Patricia right now. It could all go to Emma for lovemaking tomorrow anyway.
“Little Papa looked like he wasn’t happy last night,” Emma said as she watched the new video with Michael the next day.
“You know she hates being called Paw Paw,” Michael said. The video was great, especially when Emma was simultaneously stroking her already-aroused dick.
“Do you like watching this movie?” Emma asked while she took his dick in her mouth. “Keep watching.”
Michael was excited to watch the video and Emma made him back off just as he was about to cum. This one was about a man who abused his wife by poking her pussy with a stool leg, dripping burning candles on her nipples, and pissing in her mouth.
With always blowing his ear off when he was about to climax, Emma had implanted something in his brain that turned him on. He now imagined Patricia being abused by him and Emma, just like it played out in this flick, the woman also had blonde hair and looked a little like his wife. That was one of the reasons Emma had shown him this flick.
The climax of this movie is when the man makes his wife lick his poop-covered cock after he fucks her in the ass, then he puts the ejaculated sperm and some poop on a plate for his wife to eat, and she eats it clean and licks the plate carefully afterwards. Afterwards the man spat in her face and left, while his wife was locked in the room with the lights off.
Imagining Patricia eating shit, Michael became harder and harder. These thoughts were implanted in Michael’s head by Emma, and they were getting stronger.
As usual, after Michael left, Emma dragged Joan from inside the cupboard again. Joan’s breasts had turned blue from lack of circulation. Emma untied the ropes that had been tied around her and took another cane and began to beat her. As before, she didn’t beg for Emma’s shit, again this would have been rewarded with more and harder punishment. The amount of his son’s semen that Joan drank trumped the amount that any wife would drink of her own husband’s semen, not to mention how much of his piss she drank, the amount was quite staggering.
That night Joan was still forced to eat Emma’s shit, and Emma’s dark yellow urine shot equally all over Joan’s face and body. She continued to whip Joan and sat on her face with her fat ass until she passed out Emma would not get up. When she woke up Emma would sit on her again and make her pass out again. This went back and forth until Emma was exhausted from playing and pissed on her face before letting her roll back into her house naked.
Patricia was angry with Michael once again, Michael had gone to his mom’s and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Michael used to be nice and would do anything she wanted, but now it seemed like he had someone behind him and was treating her differently.
Of course, the person she imagines is Emma, who is an expert at controlling people’s minds, and she convinces Michael that both Joan and Patricia are particularly nasty people. Not only does Emma threaten Joan by scolding Michael all the time, she also subtly controls Michael’s mind to resist Joan. Emma has also made Michael now become so disgusted with his wife that he even thinks about going for a divorce. When he tells Emma about this idea, Emma strangely thinks it’s a bad idea.
Another two weeks went by and Emma still hadn’t heard back from that company, Emma thought that if it wasn’t that they hadn’t gotten her message, they were a scam company. But suddenly one day she received a letter in her mailbox with no return address, and when she opened it she realized it was from that company, and it came with a CD.
She wondered how they had found her address, since the mailbox address she had filled out before was for a nearby P.O. Box. Whatever, she began to read what the letter said:
Miss Emma Jones.
Thank you for your interest in our products! The CD we included has everything you need to know about our products on it. Our products are fully functional, but if you would like something that is not on our feature list, please let us know and we will try to accommodate you. Our contact information and product prices are also included on the CD.
We sincerely look forward to serving you.
(used at the end of a letter introduce a polite salutation)
salute
She was surprised at the fact that they already knew her full name and the exact address of her home. She opened the disk on her computer and started browsing.
A number of hours later, and also after she had masturbated a number of times, she sat back on top of the chair. These guys were incredible, they had taken this particular full service to a new high. But unfortunately the prices were also high, Emma didn’t have that kind of money – sort of not for now – and should have been able to hit Joan up.
Once again, Emma was on a roll with her plans.
Another month had passed and Emma now had Michael all to herself. He would do anything she wanted, even let him make his mother “pee tea”. Joan, of course, didn’t dare say anything about it even though she was familiar with the flavor, but Michael thought she couldn’t drink it.
Michael had fallen head over heels for Emma, and she kept playing him new SM mini-movies or dressing up in SM queen outfits for him. He especially liked the outfit she wore the last time they made love. It was a tight leather outfit bound by straps that accentuated her figure very well, with two big boobs that looked even rounder and sexier, and shiny black leather boots that were six inches long.
They watched a new video, this one arguably the sickest they had seen so far. Another blonde woman who looked like his wife was being poleaxed by five young hooligans. After they were done fucking her, they tied her to the table again spreading her legs so hard that it looked like she was in a lot of pain. They pumped almost a gallon of water up her ass, making her belly bulge, and then they pumped her belly with a rubber hose. They collected the water and feces that squirted out of her asshole into a basin and then poured it all into her mouth through a hose. She grunted at the resisters but couldn’t stop drinking her own fecal water, especially since they pinched her nose and she couldn’t breathe if she didn’t drink. Her brutal torture wasn’t over yet, after that the five hooligans shit and pissed in a big bucket and made her drink it all.
She refused at first, so they tied her up and hung her upside down, dunking her head in a bucket full of filth and whipping her breasts and private parts with a rubber hose. They didn’t stop until she begged for mercy to drink everything in the bucket.
Michael had two orgasms while watching that movie. The first time was when Emma said how much she wanted that woman to be Patricia while she sucked him off, and the second time he climaxed was when he fucked Emma in the ass while he watched the five men whipping the woman with her head submerged in feces and urine.
Michael loved watching his cock covered in Emma’s shit as Emma made him fuck her ass hard, and she loved seeing Michael’s long, hard cock covered in her shit, especially when she thought about what Joan, hiding in the closet, would get after he was gone. Joan’s body was deteriorating and it was time for Emma to find a younger and healthier slave girl, Joan was too old to take all this abuse anymore. Of course, that doesn’t stop Emma.
As soon as Michael had left, Joan was dragged out of the locker by Emma, her hands tied behind her back and lying on all fours on the floor. Emma had changed into a tight rubber queen outfit, her breasts and crotch were exposed, her deep black skin against the bright red rubber.
“I hope you’re ready for a long night with me, skank,” Emma said to Joan. She could read the hatred in Joan’s eyes, but it only turned her on more.
Joan watched as Emma poured the dark yellow liquid into the enema bag and then peed some more into the bag. To Joan’s surprise Emma then inserted a tube into her urethra and then poked it into her bladder. Joan couldn’t control herself as she discharged her urine into the tube, and the urine she had been holding for so long in the cupboard gushed out, shooting equally into the enema bag. She just couldn’t imagine what Emma would do next.
After tying the bag back on, Emma slipped a dildo over the hose attached to the bag, lubed it up and inserted it into her asshole. She slowly pumped the piss from the bag into her bowels, and when it was all gone she took the hose out and put a plug in her asshole, cozying up to the warm piss churning inside her bowels.
As she did this, Joan began to understand exactly what Emma wanted. Emma told her to open her mouth wide and then stuck a thick tube in, Joan realized that the root of the thick tube had a sharp corner that would hold her tongue in place so that she couldn’t move it, then Emma taped her mouth shut, and finally Emma cut the tube about five centimeters above Joan’s mouth and inserted a funnel into it. Of course, Emma hadn’t forgotten to plug up her nose with two plugs, but the plugs had two plastic tubes in the center for her to breathe through.
Emma looked happily at her masterpiece, then she brought a rubber glove, smeared it with lots of Icy Hot (an American product that tired to be our jack-of-all-trades) and reached into Joan’s cunt, thrusting in and out. The rest was easy, but extremely painful for Joan. About an hour and a half later, when Joan was already feeling her little mm on fire, Emma got up and aimed her asshole at the funnel above Joan’s mouth, which Emma figured was big enough to hold all the filth, but it didn’t matter, even if it overflowed, it would be on Joan’s face.
She pulled the plug from her asshole and a huge amount of urine and thin feces sprayed swiftly into the funnel and down the tube. Joan watched helplessly as the tawny, thin soup flowed into her mouth, it tasted horrible, but Joan couldn’t move the tube at all, and soon her mouth was covered with urine and feces. Emma was sitting between Joan’s legs with a sharp-nosed pliers in her hand.
“Joan, dear, I know you can’t swallow. That’s all right; the longer it takes you to finish eating, the longer I have to play,” said Emma.
With that, Emma clamped the plastic tube over Joan’s nose with a pair of pliers. Joan was horrified to realize that she had no way to breathe if she didn’t eat this shit in her mouth. Joan knew there was no way she could drink the disgusting liquid before she suffocated due to lack of oxygen, which meant she would die from asphyxiation. After she took two large gulps of the bitter and salty shit and urine mixture, Emma released the sharp-nosed pliers, allowing her to breathe a little.
After that Emma started to pinch Joan’s clitoris again with the sharp-nosed pliers, and because of the effect of the icy heat earlier, her clitoris was bulging out so much that a firm grip from Emma with the pliers would make her feel pain. But Emma was having fun, alternating between using the pliers on the tube over Joan’s nostrils and on her clit. All at once she crushed the bulging pouch on Joan’s clitoris causing Joan to jerk from the pain.
“Don’t worry, dear,” Emma told Joan, who was pale and sweating on her forehead, “I’m not trying to pull your clitoris out or destroy it, and if I were, I couldn’t hurt there again.” Emma laughed happily.
It took a long time before Joan took all the shit in the funnel into her mouth. Emma continued to block her breathing or clamp her clit or nipples as she enjoyed the fun time. She took a dildo and fucked her own little pussy while with her other hand she took a cane and whipped Joan’s clit until it bled. When she finally removed the tube from Joan’s mouth, she made her lick her ass and pussy again, and pissed in her mouth again before letting her up.
Meanwhile, Patricia was finally getting suspicious. She knew that Michael didn’t love his mom, but she couldn’t understand why Michael was still spending so much time at his mom’s; there had to be another reason. To her surprise, when she asked Michael about it, he cussed her out. Since he had Emma’s back, he no longer worried about Patricia being upset.
The sex between them became less and less frequent, and Michael didn’t seem to feel much for her anymore. But in addition, Emma, or on occasion Sandy, was a passion for Michael. Because Patricia was his original wife, he found his fantasies becoming more and more perverted as she often imagined his wife submitting to the feet of another woman, the one who would best abuse her being Emma.
He got a call at home Sunday night when Patricia was out watching a movie.
“Michael, I need you to come over here now,” was Emma’s voice in a commanding tone. Michael, on the other hand, found himself now unconsciously obeying Emma.
“Okay, I’ll be right there, what’s the emergency?”
“Don’t take too long,” she said and hung up.
When he got there, he found Emma waiting for him in her ESV, and he had just gotten in when Emma pulled around a corner and stopped.
“What is it?” He asked.
“Don’t worry, dear. There’s a bit of a problem we need to take care of together,” she replied.
Michael had no idea what Emma was talking about. Emma was actually quite anxious in her mind, but equally looking forward to the opportunity to grant her wish.
She had abused Joan hard last night because she was determined to make the woman beg for her shit, but Joan had never wanted it. Emma spent a long time with her, using cane whippings, needles, dripping wax and anything she could think of to hurt the woman. Eventually Joan gave in and begged Emma for her shit. Satisfied, Emma squatted down on top of her mouth and a large bubble of sticky brownish colored shit fell into her mouth.
Joan had come home late at night physically very sick and she had passed out several times from the pain and lack of oxygen while Emma was abusing her. This morning she had started to talk a little nonsense and Emma had left without caring when she saw her. What Joan didn’t know was that Emma had planted bugs in every room she was in. Emma thinks Joan’s behavior is unusual and decides to go through the bugs to hear what she’s up to.
“I’ve had enough,” she heard Joan slur, “I’m going to sue that bitch.”
When Joan said she was going to the police station, Emma called Michael. When Michael came over, Joan was ready to move. No matter what the woman told the police, a simple test of her physical injuries would show how much abuse she had suffered, and Emma would undoubtedly be charged with “cruelty”. This was the absolute worst thing Emma could have imagined.
Emma, on the other hand, has disconnected all of Joan’s phone lines to prevent Joan from dialing 991. now Emma decides to take her final step.
Joan wandered away from the house toward her car.
Michael asked Emma, “Where is she going with this? How can she drive when she has trouble walking!”
He was about to open the car door and get out when Emma called out, “Sit there and don’t move!”
“But ……,” he said, embarrassed.
“Michael,” Emma asked, “when was the last time you saw Sandy?”
“What?” He didn’t understand why Emma was asking. “I think it’s Friday, she’s my secretary.”
“I asked you when was the last time you fucked her.” Emma said calmly.
The black SUV on the side of the road was being driven away by Joan, it was a long way from the police station and it was obvious that Joan had the wrong direction, she was driving in the opposite direction of the police station. And Michael’s energies at the moment were all focused on Emma’s side of the street instead of his mom’s, which was exactly what Emma wanted.
“I never slept with her,” Michael said wryly. “Why would I find another woman when I have you?”
Emma thought Joan could be a real old fool, she didn’t care where Joan drove to, all she knew was that Joan had helped make the problem easier for herself.
“Michael, please, I don’t care that you screwed Sandy, so just admit it.” Emma said.
The heavy rain made Emma’s vision a little blurry, but at least the car was driving towards a more deserted area. Emma figured it would be easier to carry out her plan in the suburbs.
“Emma, I’ve never been unfaithful to you,” Michael said.
The truth was that he did fuck Sandy, and the same truth was that he could give up Sandy for Emma in a heartbeat. But he didn’t realize that Emma actually didn’t care who he had fucked at this point.
“That,” he said, looking in front of the car, “are you getting too close? My mom is a terrible driver. Where the hell is she going?”
“You can be unfaithful to your wife, why wouldn’t you be unfaithful to me?” Emma asked.
“Because I love you, Emma,” he said.
She laughed contemptuously, then yanked over her purse and pulled out an envelope and tossed it into his lap.
“What is it?” He asked.
“Open it up,” Emma ordered.
Michael turned on the lights in the car and then opened the envelope. He was surprised to see a picture of him and Sandy when they were making love together, and his mouth fell open in shock.
“Where did this come from?” Michael asked, holding the photo in his trembling fingers.
“I took the picture,” replied Emma.
“How did you shoot that? Why?”
Emma figured now was the time, and there was a lot of perfection here.
“Because, I have some plans for us. And I need to make sure you can work with me on those plans.”
“Plan?” He asked “What plan? What are you talking about?”
“There are a lot of things I want to do in my life, and I want you to accomplish those things with me. But I need to know first if you’re one hundred percent committed to me,” she said. “You’ll never tell your wife about our future, and I’ll make sure she’s never as generous as I am if she finds out what’s going on between you and Sandy.”
Emma was wet – she wasn’t wearing panties – and she was soaked when they were about to get to the spot that could be considered one of the best orgasms ever. She was so excited she was about to do it.
“Hey,” Michael yelled, “what are you doing? You’re going to hit her.”
The SUV was squeezed into the other lane. Emma turned on her headlights while frantically honking her horn to distract Joan.
A sharp curve appeared ahead, but Joan didn’t notice because Emma kept flashing her headlights behind her and kept honking her horn to squeeze her. Upon reaching that curve, Emma knew her plan had worked and Joan hadn’t turned the corner.
Michael froze, fear and terror surrounding him. He hahaha the car flipped over next to a tree by a roadside gully, then Emma braked hard.
“What did you do?” Michael asked, while looking at Emma fearfully.
“Like I said, I have some plans, but in order to reach those plans, your mom has to make this sacrifice.”
Fear and a unique kind of magic surrounded Michael when he heard what Emma said.
“I need some money for a little project I’ve created. So when she dies, you will give me her inheritance.” Emma reached down and grabbed Michael’s crotch and rubbed it as he got helplessly hard. “You want to help me realize my dream?” She asked.
Michael nodded equally helplessly.
“Do you want to make my idea a reality?”
Michael still nodded mechanically.
“Then trust me.”
Emma stepped out of the car and she told Michael to stay in the car. She walked towards the bottom of that ditch, surrounded by hard dirt and gravel. As Emma walked over she smelled a big gasoline leak and she saw that the car was completely flipped over, the window next to the cockpit was broken and Joan was trying to crawl out but her body was under the car and only her head was sticking out.
Emma lifted her skirt up and spread her legs to pee in Joan’s face.
“Open your mouth wide, it’ll be the last time you get to eat my shit,” Emma said with a smile.
Joan, her nerves probably numbed, literally opened her mouth. Emma had been having diarrhea for the past two days, and the shit was very thin and sticky, and equally stinky, but Joan couldn’t distinguish the taste anymore. A huge amount of shit gushed into her mouth and she couldn’t swallow it. The rest of the thin shit covered her face.
“It’s time to say goodbye, Joan,” Emma lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, choking and coughing a little, “Damn, I’m glad to have quit, those things can kill me.”
Joan’s mouth was full of poop so she couldn’t say anything. Emma wasn’t sure what was about to happen, she stood up and stuck her stockinged foot in Joan’s sticky poop covered mouth, Joan tried to turn her head away but she was too weak. After a while as if she had thought of something Emma drew back the foot in Joan’s mouth and then walked to the back of her car, she saw the gas tank that was leaking out and with a flick of her finger the cigarette butt that was about to come to an end landed on top of the tank. She then walked towards the highway, by now the sparks had risen. Once she stepped into her car, she realized that Joan’s entire car had burst into flames, accompanied by the sound of an explosion.
Everything goes up in flames, including the poop on Joan’s face and the cigarette butts that caused the fire.
It was cloudy and cold, and Michael was glad the funeral was indoors. He could feel the hostility his wife was shooting at him, and his mother’s friends were confused as to why the tension at the funeral at this time far outweighed the sadness over Joan’s death. But it was clear that the source of the tension was the beautifully dressed black woman standing next to Michael.
Some people scoffed at her because she was really not dressed for the kind of occasion today. She wore a stylish hat and a black veil with a gorgeous mink coat. And when she took off the coat during the eulogy people realized that underneath she was wearing a tight mini-skirt, mesh black stockings and a pair of seven-inch high patent leather boots. The skirt had a very high split and her thighs were exposed.
The previous week had been hell for Michael. After he and Emma had gotten out of the “traffic accident”, he had raced to her house to get his car and then returned home. Thankfully, Patricia hadn’t come home yet, so he could say he hadn’t been out. During that week Michael had been worried about being exposed, but of course, with Emma’s help, he had stabilized.
The police questioning went over well because there was no evidence that it was a murder, his mom just wasn’t paying attention while driving and then got into an accident. He doesn’t know where his mom is headed, she was fine the last time he saw her. He has to lie to the police because he and Emma are on the same string at this point.
In any case Emma didn’t arouse the suspicion of the police. She quickly removed the bug that had been installed in Joan’s house after the crime, she didn’t have to worry about her fingerprints, the police didn’t have that kind of time to worry about that. And even if the police did find her fingerprints at Joan’s house, it would be fine, they were friends and it was normal for them to hang out. Emma hadn’t taken any video or photos of Joan’s abuse, and the only evidence of it were the bruises on Joan’s body, which had been burned to oblivion by the fire.
But all that didn’t matter anymore; the police were happy to deal with such clear-cut and painless cases, even if there was a lot of money involved. But up to the end of the case Michael had been worried. Emma’s cold-bloodedness frightened him greatly, but he found that her deviousness and coldness sexually aroused him. He had promised to give her the inheritance Joan had left her to use to complete her program and fulfill her dreams, or rather he would pay for Emma’s dreams even though he didn’t yet know what Emma was going to do with the large sum of money. Emma had assured him that he would love this program of hers when it was finished and that was enough for Michael.
Emma fucked Michael sky high on Thursday, the day the police did qualify Joan’s death as a traffic accident. Michael had enjoyed their lovemaking, especially when Emma had told him that soon they would be able to do all the kinky things they wanted to do to Patricia. He knew Emma wasn’t serious, but it had managed to turn him on.
The day of the funeral Patricia was angry because Michael decided to sit in the limo with Emma instead of her.
“You never liked mom,” he said, “but Emma is hahaha good friend and she misses her mom so she deserves a little comfort.”
It was true that Emma missed Joan, mostly because now no one was coming to drink her piss and eat her shit. Patricia would probably go crazy if she learned exactly what kind of comfort Emma was getting in the limo.
Once the limo picked them up at Emma’s house, Emma squatted between Michael’s legs and unzipped his zipper then took his dick out again. She gave him a short lick and he got hard right away, her dark red lipstick looked beautiful on his pale dick. When he was hard, Emma reclined the seat and then lifted up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties and her dark, thick little jungle dripped with her aroused secretions.
“Baby, why don’t you stick your dick in?” Her voice was lascivious.
Excited, Michael would only obey as he quickly pumped in and out of Emma’s hot, wet little mm. She reached an orgasm.
“Fuck me in the ass, honey,” she said, “stick your big, thick cock up my dirty ass.”
Michael peeled her asshole open to expose the black pubic hair, then stuck his slime-dripping dick in. He could feel the shit pushing in her asshole. But he was too excited to care and kept pumping her dirty asshole moment by moment.
“I bet you have my shit all over your dick, don’t you?” She asked as he fucked her ass.
“Yeah baby,” he said.
“Can you imagine Patricia on her knees licking you clean?” Emma asked him “Would you like to see me pee in her mouth?”
Michael was on the verge of an orgasm, “That turned me on so much,” he said.
“You can fuck me in the ass while I piss in her mouth,” Emma said, “and when you cum, have her lick your dick clean and eat all your cum and my shit in her mouth.”
“I’m going to cum!” Michael couldn’t take it anymore.
“We can even make her drink her own pee,” Emma added.
Michael imagined his wife pissing in a bowl and then being made to drink it again while frantically fucking Emma deep in her ass. Finally, he cums in her ass while she reaches an orgasm, imagining his high-spirited wife on her knees in front of him begging to eat his shit.
When he pulled his dick out, she clamped her asshole to keep the cum still inside. She took a cloth and wiped Michael’s dick clean.
“After all, I’d like to have your dick in my mouth all the way back, but I don’t want it to be dirty.” She smiled, “Unlike your wife, who likes to taste shit.”
Emma had been getting more and more into making these lewd remarks lately, as if Patricia was already doing those things they liked. At least, Michael had gotten into it-which was why Emma had continued to disparage Patricia to him. Now, even if Patricia started fighting back-which she surely would before Emma took full control of her-Michael would be completely on Emma’s side, having grown accustomed to thinking of his wife as a shit-eating whore.
When they got to the funeral home the staff cremated Joan’s body and then gave Michael the urn with Joan’s old picture in it. After the funeral everyone was to go to a restaurant for dinner together, and Emma took Michael back to the limousine with her, while Patricia grayed out and drove her and Michael’s car.
That urn was placed solemnly at the luncheon site, but people would have been sickened if they had known what was inside.
When everyone departed from the funeral home, Emma pulled Michael into a bathroom and locked the door, then opened Joan’s urn.
“What are you doing?” He asked, and kind of wanted to vomit.
“Pass my compliments,” Emma said as she carefully placed the box on the floor, then lifted her skirt, obviously she wasn’t wearing panties again, then she crouched down and waited for him to come over, before unzipping him and starting to suck him off. Michael’s cock hardened rapidly as Emma sucked on it.
As Michael is about to cum, she quickly puts the urn under his dick and eventually Michael cums in that box, and then she takes a shit in the urn when she’s done. (A great disrespect to the dead, I really don’t want to translate this, not even for the dead!) At this point the foul odor emanating from the urn caused Michael’s dick to go soft, but then quickly get hard again as he imagined a scene where Emma took a shit into Patricia’s mouth as he fucked her in the ass; and just as he was about to cum, Emma stuck his dick in her mouth again, in which case she would have two things in her mouth at the same time: Patricia’s shit and her own cum.
After Emma pooped and then threw the toilet paper she wiped her ass with into the urn, they sealed the urn and went to the luncheon site together.
When they got to the hotel, they set up the urn. That’s when Patricia stepped up to Michael’s side, she had had enough of Emma. Why was it okay for that bitch and not for her? Patricia knew she was superior to Emma in every way and now she was going to start proving it. In fact, she wanted to make love to Michael more than she wanted to punish him tonight, even with the lights on. She was going to show him what he would lose if he went after that black woman. Patricia had never admitted that any other woman, including Emma, could be better than her.
That night, Patricia entered the bedroom wearing a silk nightgown. She never wore close-fitting pajamas, even though she had a nice figure. She had put on a little weight, but it wasn’t noticeable, and she had very nice breasts. Michael liked her body, but preferred Emma’s. Patricia realized that he was a lot rougher than he usually was tonight, he entered her before she was even wet, and he bit her breasts hard. But she didn’t say anything, even though she would bring it up in her next lovemaking session, but at this point she was going to remind him that she was a lot nicer than that black friend of his hahaha. It wasn’t that Michael and her had done it to each other-Michael wouldn’t have done that with her-but it simply couldn’t be allowed to get into Michael’s head, Patricia thought simply.
In fact, when Michael fucked his wife, he was bored out of his mind. He was used to the feeling of her being in control when he made love to Emma, but his wife just lay there and occasionally grunted when he fucked her half-dried little mm. There was only one thought that excited Michael, and that was Patricia’s face covered in Emma’s shit when he gave her anal sex.
During this time Patricia was forced to see Emma more and more. She had come to hate the woman, who was always dressed in fashionable and sexy clothes and to whom her husband was often subservient. And she found herself having to be submissive a lot of the time because her husband was always on the black woman’s side. Finally, one day, Emma came to her house and Michael was not there.
“I’ve had enough,” she finally relented when Emma said her shoes were ugly, “Get out of my house. And stay away from my husband.”
Emma gave Patricia a big smile. “My dear, he may be your husband in name, but in reality he is mine.” She slowly cornered the woman who was shorter than her. “I can’t help it if you don’t believe me, but if you want him as your husband, then you’d better listen to me from now on.”
“You’re crazy,” Patricia said. She was starting to get scared-Emma was taller and stronger than her, but she was even more scared that Emma was right, and she’d already seen how much Michael listened to her.
Patricia cannot let her take her husband away from her. She has to do everything to keep her husband because she is the best woman. These words seem contradictory, but Patricia believes in her competitiveness and won’t back down-at least not verbally. She knows she is the better woman.
“Do you think I’m crazy?” Emma said calmly. “That only proves that you don’t know anything. I’ve got Michael all to myself and I’ll prove it to you. All you have to do is show up at my house tomorrow morning at ten o’clock.”
“For …… why?” Patricia asked. The woman was getting closer to her making her a little scared, it was obvious she couldn’t beat Emma. But Patricia wouldn’t admit that Emma, the bitch, was better than her, and she thought that what Emma could do she could do better.
“All you have to do is go over there, I have a surprise for you,” Emma said and left the house smiling.
Patricia didn’t say anything to Michael about it, she didn’t want him to get involved, and as much as she hated to admit it, she did have some fear of Emma. The next day she went to Emma’s house dressed very nicely, the woman wasn’t the only one with nice clothes, Patricia thought.
When she got to Emma’s door and knocked on them, she faintly heard a “Come in!” from inside.
She walked in and looked around, it was a nice house but too gaudy for Patricia.
“Hello?” She called tentatively. Patricia thought Emma was just being disrespectful to her guest.
“Here it is,” was Emma’s voice.
Patricia followed the voice to Emma’s bedroom. As she walked in, the door behind her was closed.
That night, Michael noticed that Patricia was a little depressed. He didn’t ask her about it, but noticed that she kept changing her sitting position-as if she was uncomfortable.
Patricia was indeed uncomfortable, but it only showed very slightly. As she walked into Emma’s bedroom and the door closed, she saw a very strange sight that she had never seen before in her life and one that made her a little dizzy. Emma was standing there, she was wearing the same 7″ high heels that she had worn at the funeral, but they were the only normal thing she wore, if 7″ high (17.78CM) shoes could be considered normal. A pair of fishnet stockings was topped by an extremely short leather skirt and a tight lace-up patent leather top. Patricia couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Emma’s breasts openly exposed outside the patent leather top, it was so gross!
“So,” Emma said, “didn’t you want to see what I could do for Michael?”
Patricia looked at her quizzically.
“Talk!” Emma suddenly shouted, “Didn’t you say you wanted to see what I could do?”
Patricia nodded, though she was shaken by the question. She hadn’t expected things to come to this at all.
Knowing she was scared, Emma grabbed Patricia’s hair and said, “Now you’re about to find out, bitch.”
“It hurts, let go of me,” Patricia cried.
“Bullshit, bitch. You know what you want, you take your clothes off now or I’ll whip your ass with this whip.”
Patricia tried to resist dislodging Emma’s hand, but she found she couldn’t and screamed as she suddenly felt a great pain in her ass.
“I’ll let you scream all you want, you stinking bitch, but that won’t help you. My nearest neighbor is dead, and that’s Joan.”
Emma delivered another hard smack to Patricia’s butt. Patricia had never been hit in her life – including by her own parents.
Nonetheless, Patricia was spanked several times before she started begging for mercy.
“Please, stop!”
“So you’ll take off your clothes?”
“No, please don’t make me do this!”
Emma began a more frantic spanking, and mocked her contemptuously-Joan was in far more pain than she had ever endured. She was so weak! Emma wanted to basically get rid of her with no effort.
“Um, I’ll take it off, please stop,” Patricia sobbed.
“Now, I want you to dry your tears, tidy up and then take off your clothes,” Emma said.
Patricia did whatever she was asked to do and then stood there with her hand over her pussy.
“Move your hand away from little Papa,” Emma said softly.
“My name is Patricia,” she replied.
“When you’re with me, you’ll be called Little Papa, and if you don’t move your little hands, I’ll keep spanking your ass. Trust me, it’s going to hurt.”
Patricia moved her hands slightly and Emma held up the whip and said, “Little Papa, put your hands behind your back.”
Reluctantly Patricia turned her hand back and Emma looked at her body, it was indeed beautiful. b-cup breasts, pink nipples, blonde hair, dark yellow pubic hair.
“I’m going to shave your pubic hair,” Emma thought, “but not today.”
Emma grabbed Patricia’s nipple with the whip in one hand and she immediately yelped and tried to move Emma’s hand away, but that only made Emma’s grip tighter.
“You’d better hold the back of your head with your hands or I’ll whip your little tits.” Emma gripped tighter, but Patricia could only obey by holding her head in her hands.
The whole afternoon Patricia spent in humiliation and abuse. Emma pushed her face down on the bed and then roughly poked her little mm with her hand. but little Papa never got wet there, so Emma continued to spank her with her hand as little Papa screamed and tried to escape.
But it didn’t work at all, Emma wanted her to beg for it.
“Do you want me to stop whipping your ass?”
“Yes, please stop, it hurts too much,” sobbed little Papa.
“Good,” Emma said as she rolled her over and then took control of her hands with one hand and the whip to her breasts with the other.
Patricia cried and screamed, but she simply couldn’t let go. Her breasts felt as painful as pins and needles and fire. Emma asked her if she would like to have her ass pumped instead of her breasts and she said yes.
“Beg me to whip your ass,” Emma said contentedly.
“Please don’t make me,” said little Papa, still crying.
“Good,” Emma laughed. She was already wet down there and she couldn’t wait for little Papa to lick them. She knew that in the future, if Little Papa looked back on this day, he would wish that it had been the saddest day of her life.
continued to ask her after Emma had given her another five lashes to each of her two breasts.
“You want me to whip your ass?”
“Yes,” cried little Papa.
“You didn’t say it well enough,” Emma said. “Ask me again, sincerely, so I can hear your urgency.”
Little Papa said it many times and finally satisfied Emma. Emma began to spank her bottom, which was now red. Finally, when she had cried until she was exhausted, Emma asked her if she wanted to stop.
“Please stop, I’ll do anything for you-please stop.”
The translation is very tiring, there are a lot of words are not inherent in the dictionary above the meaning of the words, to figure out several times, I hope you guys more top, give a little force. In that case, I’ll finish the fourth chapter as soon as possible, and then start the fifth chapter.
Of course, Emma doesn’t consider any of little Papa’s thoughts, and little Papa has no idea why Emma told her to get on the ground.
“If you don’t get down like that I’m going to keep whipping your ass, got it bitch?”
“I’m not a bitch,” replied little Papa angrily.
So another round of whippings began and little Papa’s ass was now a deep red.
“Now you go ahead and get on the floor and tell me you’re a bitch and want some cock,” Emma smiled smugly.
“I …… I’m a bitch thinking about cocks,” sobbed little Papa again.
“You’re practically testing my tolerance by sniveling like that. I will continue to whip your ass if you don’t talk properly. Now convince me you’re a bitch who wants a cock. Gosh, I bet you haven’t learned how you can get it yet, have you?”
“Yes.”
“Now you’ll learn, have you ever tried doggy style?”
“No,” she returned, she was getting a little angry, doggy style, it’s not like I’m a bitch in heat all the time.
“Too bad, you’re going to love it. Now shake your ass and beg for some cock to poke in,” Emma returned.
Little Papa’s dignity had been completely lost, she hadn’t thought of any of this before at all and now she didn’t know what to do. She wiggled her ass a little then said, “Please put your prick in.”
Emma had stifled a giggle. “Please put your prick in?” She mimicked. “You’re so pathetic. Say, please put your cock in my little B and keep wiggling your ass.”
After several more tries and several lashes, she finally succeeded and she yelled, “Please, I want you to stick your big cock in my little B and fuck me!”
Finally, satisfied, Emma said, “Good.”
Little Papa thought that this was the cruelest torture that could be inflicted on her, but it wasn’t. Emma lifted up her short skirt and prepared to use the dildo that had just been put on. She liked this one, it was long and thick and had raised veins on it. Once she had fucked Joan with this dildo, especially when she fucked her in the ass, and it always made her bleed.
Little Papa jumped in shock when she felt something poking into her already red and swollen little mm, but it wasn’t a finger.
“Just stay put or I’ll keep whipping your ass,” Emma said.
Little Papa’s ass was already blazing with fire and couldn’t take any more pain. All she could do was remain in doggy style and wait for Emma to poke the cold dildo in. Emma didn’t care if little Papa was wet inside or not she just thrust as hard as she could. Little Papa cried out because the dildo felt like it was tearing her little girl apart. But the cries were like beautiful music to Emma and only turned her on more.
Little Papa writhed in agony, her little mm was being poked roughly and the thing seemed to get bigger and bigger, and every deep penetration made her raw. And Emma had her begging to fuck a little harder, she was completely numb.
“Please fuck me.”
“You stupid pig, make me believe what you’re saying and tell me you want me to push harder!”
“Fuck me harder, please,” little Papa said in a muffled voice, with tears in her eyes that didn’t dare come out.
Finally, after Emma had reached two orgasms, she stopped. Little Papa was in great pain now, her ass was on fire, her breasts were throbbing and raw, her little mm was red and swollen and sore from being pierced. When Emma withdrew the dildo the only thing she could do was fall to the floor, her little mm was bubbling with blood. However Emma’s abuse of her wasn’t over yet. Emma dragged her by her hair and dragged her to the bed where she was no longer able to resist in the slightest.
“Open your doggy mouth,” Emma said.
While little Papa was wondering what Emma was up to, one of her nipples felt a sharp pain.
“Ahhhhhh!” She screamed.
“Open your doggy mouth,” Emma said more firmly.
When she opened her mouth, Emma slid the slimy and still bloodied dildo in.
Little Papa coughed violently, she wanted to vomit at the disgusting smell. She tried to escape, but every time she did Emma pulled her nipples so hard that her little nipples had swollen to the size of her previous two. Emma pushed the dildo into her mouth as hard as she could, she was going to poke it down her throat. Little Papa didn’t vomit, but drool was running down her cheeks. After Emma was done getting off, she thought the worst would be the worst, but she was wrong again. Emma forked her crotch and rode up on Little Papa’s face.
“Lick it,” Emma said, and proceeded to lash her pussy with the whip.
Little Papa wanted to puke from the smell of this woman’s stinky, salty pussy. In addition, Emma’s asshole was right up to her nose and she was almost dizzy from the stench of Emma’s asshole mixed with her poop, as well as Emma’s lewdness all over her face. Emma was sitting so hard she could barely breathe, and her resistance was completely useless. Her pussy was also being whipped hard by the storm at this point, and she was moaning in agony. Emma, on the other hand, was getting a wonderful treat at this point, and she sat there for a while before she lifted her ass to give little Papa an opening to breathe.
“Start licking, bitch, or you’ll be in more pain.”
Little Papa finally started licking, she wasn’t exactly a good B-licker, but it still made Emma orgasm. Emma sat and rubbed her face back and forth, covering her face with the lewd water that spewed out of her orgasm. Afterward, she got up and put little Papa on her knees.
“Thank me for using your poor bitch flesh,” Emma said mockingly.
Little Papa looked at her blankly. Thank her? Thanking her for being strong?
“If I don’t hear what I want to hear,” Emma said, “then I will do what I just did all over again.”
Little Papa’s voice trembled with fear, “Thank you …… for strengthening me.”
Her face was as red as a monkey’s butt at this moment. Despite the fact that she had just been subjected to the most excruciating pain in her life, the humiliation she was suffering at this moment was even harder for her to bear. “Stinking bitch, you can do better than that. You should think about the orgasm I’m going to give you in a moment, you’ll be filled with gratitude. Now tell me what you want to make huh your little slutty pussy,” Emma said.
An orgasm? Little Papa had never thought of an orgasm, even when she was doing it with Michael. Wow, maybe she’d had an orgasm or two with her own fingers, but there was no way she was going to reach an orgasm today.
Emma took the whip in her hand, “Otherwise, your little slutty pussy might suffer even more.”
“Thank you for fucking my little …… cunt.”
“Nice,” Emma said with a smile. “You’re going to convince me of your sincerity now. You’re going to thank me for giving you the best orgasm of your life.”
Before Emma could hear to her satisfaction, little Papa received several more lashes on her breasts.
“Thank you for fucking my little slutty pussy and for giving me one of the best orgasms of my life,” said little Papa, her voice finally forced to sound like it was full of passion and desire.
“Now thank me for allowing you to lick my little mm,” Emma smiled, showing her white teeth.
“Thank you for letting me lick your noble little mm,” said little Papa.
“Tell me you love it,” Emma said.
“I love licking your little mm,” said little Papa, his voice becoming a little terse.
With that, Emma pulled her to her feet and dragged her down to the basement. Little Papa was scared, especially since Emma locked her in a closet and went upstairs.
“If I hear you make the slightest sound, I’ll leave you here for a week and fuck you every day like I did today,” Emma warned her.
It was gloomy and cold inside the cupboard and Little Papa was worried if Emma would let her out. During this time, Little Papa was either being abused by Emma or spending time in the cold and gloomy cupboard. Her body was burning where she had been whipped, but the rest of her body was chilling because the temperature in the cupboard was cold and she was naked.
The inside of the cupboard was pitch black and she couldn’t insist on standing all the time, but it was too small a place for her to sit, and there wasn’t a position where she could stay slightly comfortable. A little longer than that, and she began to shiver. She had a slight fever, and was sobbing inside the cupboard and afraid to make a sound. Finally she heard footsteps and then the cupboard door opened. The blinding bright light made little Papa squint her eyes and then she was dragged up to the second floor by Emma’s hair. This time she was dragged in front of the TV and Emma continued to make her kneel with her hands behind her back.
“I bet you’ll call the police or tell your husband as soon as you leave here. But I advise you not to do that.” Emma said.
Then she turned on the TV with the remote control and little Papa looked at the footage on TV in horror. Emma had been busy editing this video all the time Little Papa had been locked in the cupboard. Emma was very good at editing and the footage that Little Papa saw was all of her begging Emma to fuck her. Everything seen in this video was as if they were consensual. Even though the video was only ten minutes long, it was enough to ruin everything for Patricia, especially the shot of little Papa thanking Emma for all the abuse she had put her through and begging to lick Emma’s little mm.
“I have more videos and photos of you that I just haven’t gotten around to editing yet. So if I were you, I’d have a good time imagining what a lowlife homosexual I am before I tell anyone. Just imagine what Michael will think when he sees those videos.”
If Michael saw that, his dick would be erect to the point of no return. You get dressed right now and get the hell out of here,” Emma thought, as she told little Papa again.
Little Papa darted to her bedroom and got dressed. She was shocked, if anyone saw those videos or pictures, it was all over for her. Michael would surely divorce him right away if he saw it.
“By the way, little Papa,” Emma said as she came into the bedroom “I need you to be here at ten o’clock sharp this Friday morning or I might email that stuff out.”
Patricia drove home in tears, not really knowing what to do with herself.
At dinnertime, she soaked herself in the tub, still unsure of what to do, what she could do. That video Emma made like she was willing to be humiliated by her. But even if that video was true to all of it, she would be mortified if it was released to the public.
She was very quiet that night.
Chapter Five:
Patricia knew she had to go to Emma’s house that Friday, and Emma was very interested in abusing her and making her lick her pussy. Emma knew that Michael would be fucking Patricia that night, so she had fucked little Papa well in advance, and little Papa’s tongue had serviced her asshole, even though little Papa almost threw up when she was forced to stick her tongue up another woman’s shit-stained asshole.
“Now, you must make sure that you serve Michael well at night. You will do whatever he wants, in fact I want you to suck his cock and then swallow his sperm. Afterward I will ask him if you did it, Michael will not hide anything from me, and you must make sure that he fucks your slutty pussy.”
Little Papa returned home giddy and waiting for her husband.
When Michael got home, Patricia began to prepare dinner. She was sore all over, but Emma wasn’t left with any visible wounds. To Michael’s surprise, when they got into bed, Patricia was the first to offer to make love.
“I think,” she said with a gulp, “I’d like to try something new tonight.”
Michael was actually tired of making love to her Guardian style, and he was surprised to see his wife.
“How would you like to try?”
“I want …… to suck your dick,” he slurred.
Michael was even more surprised. Patricia had said once before that only prostitutes gave blowjobs, and if he wanted a blowjob he’d better go to a prostitute, but only after they were divorced.
He was happy to see his wife on her knees on the bed sucking his cock, obviously she wasn’t very good at doing so but he didn’t care. The thought that his wife, who used to be known as a saintly woman, had volunteered for this kind of thing turned him on, so he soon ejaculated, some of it dribbled out of the corner of her mouth, but the rest she swallowed, and Michael enjoyed watching the scene.
It didn’t take him long to get hard again, he quickly slipped his dick into her pussy and pumped it, she screamed in pain while Michael mistook her moans of excitement. Emma had fucked her pussy hard with the dildo today causing it to be red and swollen and Michael was still hard at it.
The next day, Emma called to ask Michael how she was doing this Friday.