[I have not revisited the story of Emily and David in some time, but I receive regularly inquiries, and thought I’d pick it back up.]

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Three and a Half

Emily (F30) confidently walked barefoot across the hotel room and through the double French doors into the bedroom suite. She stood completely naked, except for the black silk choker that David had just given her. Her mind raced, what was she doing, why was she drawn to him?

David stood like a statue in front of her, facing her directly and silently making passionate eye contact. She could see her wetness still on his face, the physical reminder of her orgasm a moment ago. Endorphins raced through her, her mind was focused on two primal objectives: pleasing this man and feeling the absolute comfort of his touch.

David stood watching her, the blushing skin across her chest and cheeks, a bead of clear liquid dripping down the inside of her curvy thighs. The dichotomy was stark, he was dressed and in control, but she was nude, on display and proudly vulnerable.

Emily walked to him, and ran her hands down the buttons of his white collared shirt, until she reached the metal buckle of his thick leather belt. Silently, she raised herself onto her tippy-toes and kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue into his waiting mouth as the passion began to overwhelm them. She felt David’s strong arm pull her closer to his body, allowing her to feel the flex of his muscles beneath his clothing.

Reflexively, she broke off their kiss and lowered herself to her knees, using both hands to unbuckle his belt, and unzip his pants. She reached in and pulled David’s thick cock out of his pants. She stared at the blue and red veins, the swollen pink head already leaking clear precum. Looking up at him, hungry to taste him, Emily pushed out her tongue and took David into her mouth.

She never broke eye contact as she sucked his hard cock, seeing him look up in pleasure and emit a low guttural moan. She felt his strong hand entwined in her hair, feeling the rhythm as she bobbed her head. A few times, she attempted to bury it to the hilt, to feel his blond pubic hair against her face, but he was almost too big and saliva escaped from her soft lips.

David’s pants fell to the floor and she paused to let him step out. Once complete, she wrapped her arm around and placed her hands on his firm ass cheeks, asserting control over him and his cock for the first time. She wanted him, all of him. She needed it more with each beat of her heart, and she heard David involuntarily moan “good girl” when she pushed herself to take him deep.

First, she sensed his toes curling against the carpet, and then his thighs began to tense, and then she felt his ass become as hard as stone, every muscle tensing as he neared orgasm. She needed more than this, she wanted David’s cum where it truly belonged, inside her.

She pulled herself off his throbbing cock and quickly stood to her feet, watching his cock pulse and leak precum, but not the thick white cum of a full orgasm.

David panted, watching her for a moment as Emily beamed with pride, saliva still dripping down her face. Before she could say another word, he kissed her again, not shy about her messy mouth and tongue. As her legs weakened, he held her upright, before roughly throwing her to the bed.

As Emily repositioned herself, lying on her back and spreading her pale thighs, David asked “who do you belong to?”

“You.” Emily responded automatically.

“And what do I own?” David inquired.

“All of me.”

“Good girl Emily.”

[I’ll try to be better about new chapters.]