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Subject: {ASSM} Emily becomes a slut Part 2 (M+/f nc humil blackmail)
Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2002 04:10:04 -0400
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When Emily awoke on the morning following the cinema incident she felt much
better. She had put the previous night's folly down to a mistake in
judgement and one which she would never make again. Thinking back to the
night before only made her feel degraded and cheap.



Over the next few weeks the feelings of shame faded but the memory of her
orgasm did not. Every time she and Craig now made love it felt like a waste
of time. Why could he not make her feel like the old man had? Why could he
not give her the  orgasm she desired? Emily tried to get on with things as
best she could but as time went on she found herself dwelling on the cinema
incident and even wishing she could repeat it.



Christmas came at last and she was able to keep herself so busy she almost
forgot about the stranger with the amazing fingers. Craig and she were very
happy together, except when it came to sex, and she really enjoyed
Christmas. Finally, it was new Year's Eve and Craig's family were holding
their traditional family party. Emily was quite excited by the prospect as
she had only met a few of Craig's family so far.



The afternoon of the 31st came and Craig and Emily found themselves alone in
his parent's house. Craig was feeling horny and persuaded Emily to come up
to his room before his parents got back from the shops. Emily obliged, ever
hopeful that this could be the time when Craig started to satisfy her. She
was to be disappointed. Despite feeling especially horny that day she could
not have an orgasm in the tiny space of time it took for Craig to cum. She
lay besides him afterwards, as he snored softly besides her, and despaired
of ever feeling truly satisfied again.



It was time for the party to begin and the guests started arriving. Emily
had wanted to impress Craig's family and so had worn her short blue cotton
skirt and a white blouse. It struck the right note of conservatism and
femininity she thought.



Downstairs Emily did the rounds of all the relations. Spending time
introducing herself and getting to know them. She was very pleasantly
surprised to find them all very laid back and friendly. The drinks were free
flowing and as Emily's nerves wore off she allowed herself to drink a
couple.



 From across the room Craig's Uncle Bill watched as Emily walked from one
group of guests to another. He was Craig's father's older brother, at sixty
four he was quite a bit older. He was also the black sheep of the family,
never married but with a string of affairs (sometimes with married women) he
had never really fitted in with the rest of the clan.



Bill openly leered at Emily. What a little goddess he thought. What wouldn't
I give to get in her knickers? At last she made it around to him and she
introduced herself. He took her hand and held it whilst introducing himself.



Bill may have been old and fat but no one could call him charmless and
within seconds he had engaged Emily in conversation. She was fascinated that
an older person would take such an interest in her and talked freely to him.



As the night wore on Bill and Emily kept talking. He always made sure she
had a full glass in her hand and slowly a plan began to hatch in his devious
old mind. Bill tried to listen to what Emily had to say but was really not
interested. All he wanted was a chance to see what lay below Emily's
clothes. They were rather boring in Bill's opinion. She kept chatting away
and he kept filling her glass up.



At about 11:15pm Emily had had plenty to drink and was feeling extremely
drunk. She would have gone to bed to sleep it off but she felt she had to
stay up to welcome the new year in and Bill was turning out to be a very
interesting old man. She could tell he was leering at her, he seemed to take
every opportunity to look at her tits and arse but he was also genuinely
interested in what she had to say. She smiled coyly up at him - well she
thought, an old man deserves a bit of a thrill now and then.



Suddenly Emily felt very dizzy, her legs bulked and she would have fallen
had Bill not stepped forward and held her up. Heads turned in their
direction and Craig ran over from where he had been talking to some other
guests - a look of concern on his face.



"Are you all right?" he asked anxiously.

"Yes, I'm fine." She replied, "Just a little dizzy."



"I think perhaps you should get your head down." Craig said.



"Yes, OK. But wake me up at twelve. I don't want to miss anything."



Craig nodded and began leading her upstairs but Bill stopped him.



"I'm on my way to loo. Let me take her and you get back to the guests" He
gestured to the others.



Craig thanked his uncle and moved back to resume his conversation. Bill
chuckled at his good fortune as he guided the drunk and confused Emily out
of the door and up the stairs. He half carried, half pushed Emily into the
front room. It looked like it was being used to store all the coats given
the mound of them on the bed. He propped Emily up against the wall as he
fumbled for the light switch. After a minute of searching he gave up and
kicked the door shut.



In the gloom he could barely make out Emily as she stood leaning against the
wall but what he could see of her gave him an instant hard-on. Her perfect
teenage body clearly showed through the blouse and skirt she was wearing.
Her tits were ripe and perky and her arse looked firm.



Standing right in front of her he lent forward and whispered in her ear.



"How do you feel?"



Emily mumbled a reply. Bill laughed and then slowly grasped her left tit
with his hand. God it was delicious, so firm and the perfect size. He
squeezed it again and then lifted his other hand up to grab her right tit.
He squeezed them together and felt and then pinched each nipple through her
bra.



His breathing was so rapid now he though he was going to pass out. Emily
finally realised what was happening.



"Bill," she said, "You can't do that. Stop it!"



Bill chuckled. "Oh come on Emily, you've been flirting with me all night now
its time to deliver."



"No, I haven't. I was just being friendly." she spluttered.



"Don't worry about Craig. I won't tell him, besides I bet you're enjoying
this aren't you? I bet this is exactly the sort of sex you like."



"What are you talking about. I love Craig!"



"Of-course you do, but you really crave a bit of rough, a bit of hard
fucking."



His dirty words had an electric effect on Emily. The memory of the cinema
came back to her with vivid clarity. She felt her pussy getting wet.



Bill took her moment of quiet as agreement and continued to squeeze her pert
breasts with his old hands. Emily took a deep breath, the room was spinning
and she was fighting the heat and passion growing within her. At last she
was able to speak.



"I don't want this Bill. Let's just go back downstairs and say no more about
it."



"Oh, I beg to differ. I think this is exactly what you want."



With that he snatched his right hand from her breast and pushed it under her
skirt and between her legs. She clamped them together but not before he had
his hand wrapped around her pussy.



Through her now wet cotton knickers Bill could feel the intense heat of her
cunt. He smiled at her.



"Your cunt is sopping wet. How do you explain that?"



His filthy words again sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She could
not explain it and simply looked away in shame. Bill took this as her
surrender. His cock was now so hard it was straining painfully against his
trousers.



He began rubbing her pussy through her knickers. Gradually, Emily relaxed
and let her legs spread a little. In her mind she was screaming at herself
to get out of the room but her body was ignoring her. She was so turned on
she could hardly move, her pussy was wetter than it had ever been.



Bill was aware that time was getting on. He could not bring himself to
consider the possibility of not going through with his plan and so he had to
act quickly before he was missed. He pulled Emily off the wall, turned
around and pushed her onto the bed. Emily's confused senses slowly got used
to her new position and she realised she was lying on her back on the bed.



Before she could react Bill was on top of her. His massive beer gut pressing
against her flat toned stomach. He manoeuvred her into the position he
wanted - legs spread and ready to accept his cock. He had managed to free
his member from his constricting trousers and Emily could now feel it
pushing against her crotch. She closed her eyes in shame, she loved Craig
and wanted to be true to him but at the same time she needed a sexual
release which he could not give her.



Emily remained quiet and compliant as Bill pulled her legs further apart.
She felt so degraded being positioned ready to be fucked by this old man.
Bill then lifted her skirt up to reveal her white cotton knickers and then
pulled her gusset to one side. Her pussy felt cold as it was exposed to the
air and she felt her cheeks blush realising how she must look - legs spread
wide, cunt exposed and all for the pleasure of this disgusting, fat old man.
She did not have long to contemplate her predicament, though, as almost
immediately Bill had the head of his old cock up against her wet pussy lips.



Bill was very proud of his cock. At 9" it was on the large side but it was
its width that was really remarkable.  At 8" around it was almost as thick
as his wrist. At its end stood an angry red bulbous head and his shaft was
covered in bulging veins. Taking hold of this monster and aiming it at the
unsuspecting teenager's waiting cuntal opening Bill wondered if she could
take it all. He had no doubt that Craig had a tiny one (like his father) and
from what he could see of her pussy in the low light she looked pretty
tight. He shrugged and pushed forward. His weight was considerable but he
still only managed to wedge the head and an inch of shaft inside the slim
girl's body.



Meanwhile, Emily had to bite on her fist to prevent herself from screaming
out in pain. It felt like she was being split in two. His cock must be
massive she thought. Another thrust stopped her thinking and it was all she
could do not to cry. She pushed at Bill's shoulders and said,



"Bill, its too big. Stop, I can't take it."



"Its not too big, it's just your cunt is too small. Don't worry, after
tonight your pussy will have been stretched out to the right size."



Bill grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head so she could not move.
Now he was certain she was going nowhere he thrust into her again. Looking
down between her widely spread legs he could see that he had managed to
shove 6" of his cock up her tight twat. Another thrust saw two more inches
disappear and then a final push and he was buried up to the hilt.



Emily felt Bill stop thrusting at last. Her pussy felt like it was on fire.
She was so full up with his cock she thought it might come out of her mouth.
Bill rested for a while trying to catch his breath. Emily could feel his
hairy balls touching her arse and his pubic hair was mingled with her own.



God, she thought, what a degrading situation. Anyone could walk in now and
find me lying underneath this old man, my legs spread and his massive cock
shoved up me. Just the thought of it turned her on and she felt her pussy
juices flowing once again. The pain had eased a bit and Emily assumed her
pussy was getting used to the giant intruder.



Bill could wait no longer. He pulled out about 6" of his cock and jammed it
back up inside Emily. She gasped in both pleasure and pain as she felt his
shaft push its way back up her tight hole. Another thrust brought more
pleasure. Bill got into a rhyme and Emily's juices eased his passage.



Almost immediately Emily came. She had not felt it coming like she had
before but as soon as Bill started thrusting into her she felt her body go
numb and then the build up of the intense pleasure - radiating around her
pussy. It was just as good as she remembered it and she rode the waves of
pleasure until at last she came back to reality.



Bill was still pounding his dick into her young body and before she knew a
second orgasm hit her, just as intense as the first. This was amazing, she
thought, two orgasms and she felt a third coming.



Bill could see the pleasure of orgasm play across the young girls face below
him. He was glad she was enjoying herself. He was too and he knew he was
very close to coming. He wanted to make it last but her grasping, tight fuck
chute was just too much. He increased his pace and felt his cock leaking out
his pre-cum.



Beneath him Emily suddenly realised that Bill was not wearing a condom. She
was not on the pill because Craig always wore rubbers. But looking up at
Bill's lust filled face she knew there was no stopping him. His thrusting
was almost manic now and she knew he was close. The idea of his sperm
flooding her most private place now filled her mind and she found herself
eagerly anticipating it. The thought that this old man was going to cum
inside her whilst she was totally unprotected turned her on even more and
she felt her third orgasm approaching.



At last Bill gave a grunt as his orgasm hit and he felt his cock explode
within the teenager's tight cunt. Torrents of sticky white cum shot from his
cock head buried deep within her to coat her pussy walls. Emily felt the red
hot wave flood her twat and that was all she needed to send her over the
edge into her third orgasm. It was easily the most intense so far. The
degradation and humiliation of the situation had made it even more erotic
for her and now she rode upon wave after wave of the most amazing
sensations.



Emily slowly drifted in erotic half-consciousness and only barely registered
when Bill got off her, pulling his deflating cock from her sore pussy, and
then left the room. After a while Emily began to be aware of her
surroundings again and realised that she was still lying on her back with
her legs spread lewdly. Her knickers had covered up her battered pussy and
she could feel Bill's spunk slowly dribble out of her ravaged hole to soak
her gusset. She reached down between her legs and found her cunt to be a
sticky mess of cum. Some of it was leaking out of the side of her gusset to
run down her inner thighs and some it she could feel running down her arse
crack.



She lay in a haze until she was suddenly aware of footsteps on the stairs
and Craig's voice calling out her name. She only had time to pull her legs
together and her skirt down before he stumbled into the room. He turned on
the light and everything suddenly seemed real. The cheapness of the whole
situation came crashing down on her. She had let herself be fucked by a man
old enough to be her grandfather whilst Craig, the boy she loved, was just a
few yards away. She screwed up her eyes in self-disgust.



Craig was obviously a little drunk too as he slurred his words as he said,
"It's almost twelve. Come on or you'll miss it."



He pulled on one of her hands to help her up and she followed him down the
stairs to where the rest of the guest were congregated to welcome in the new
year. Bill was there as well and he smiled and raised his glass to her when
she came in. Emily turned her head away in disgust and shame.



Some called out a count down and suddenly it was 12:01 and the new year.
Everyone cheered and started hugging and kissing each other and wishing
everyone well for the coming year. Emily struggled around all the guests,
kissing them on the cheek and smiling. All the time she had to clench her
muscles together to stop anymore of Bill's cum running down her thighs for
all to see.



At last she came to Bill who stood smiling smugly at her. Reluctantly she
leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. She hoped she could get it over
with quickly and move on but as her lips touched his cheek he grabbed her
arms and held her there briefly. Into her ear, quietly so no one else could
hear, he said, "That was fantastic, I know you loved it too. Can't wait for
the next time."



"There won't be a next time. It was a mistake," She replied hotly.



Bill only smiled his smug smile at her and then moved off. Emily had no
choice but to carry on congratulating the guests but all she wanted to do
was bury her head in her hands and sob. Between her legs Bill's sticky goo
still covered her pussy and thighs.



At last the party was over and all the guests had gone. Emily joined Craig
in his room. Craig was already asleep but Emily remained awake, unable to
sleep, and replayed the night's events in her head - over and over. Finally,
at about 3am, and without even noticing it Emily fell asleep, her hand
inside her knickers gently rubbing her slimy pussy.



Bill went home and masturbated too, but not about what had happened but
about what he had in mind for Emily in the future.

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