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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Twenty Three {Bradley Stoke}(MF FF)
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Title: Emma
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 23 of 50
Keywords: MF FF
Short Summary: Susan introduces Amna to a career in fuck films.


Emma
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Summary of whole novel
======================

Emma is no stranger to the world of pornography, working as she does 
for one of the premier sex television stations. Nor is she a stranger 
to the naked body, being a dedicated naturist. However, in almost 
every other way she is naive and innocent. This is the story of how 
she finds herself, and also about the lives of people around her. 
In this novel, soap opera meets sex fiction. 


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Previously
==========

Life in Emma's flat has become an orgy of sapphic love with Susan, 
Charlotte, Josephine, Maisie and Emma enjoying each others' bodies.


Chapter Twenty Three
====================

Near Emma's and Charlotte's flat was a news agent where the girls 
and their friends often went to buy newspapers, milk, magazines, 
sweets and food, as it was one of these news agents that stayed open 
long after the supermarkets closed. It was a fairly modest shop, with a 
standard selection of alcoholic products and the full range of 
magazines, cigarettes and sweets that one would expect. The owners 
were an Asian family who invested all their time and money into the 
enterprise and in which all members of the family were meant to 
contribute some effort. Amna was the eldest girl in the family and now 
she had finished her schooling with fairly mediocre qualifications, she 
had no excuse for not helping out in the shop in the evenings or other 
times for the not particularly handsome remuneration she received for 
the effort.

Amna's families were Muslims, but not especially strict ones. She 
wasn't require to cover her long thick black hair, and her parents 
didn't object too strongly to the blue jeans she wore which always 
seemed rather too tight on the hips constrained inside. Her fondness 
for tight jeans often caused her grief as Amna was especially hirsute, 
not just in the form of the black hairs along her arms and legs which 
were nearly hidden against the darkness of her Bengali skin, but in the 
thick pubic hair which spread from the end of her anus to nearly her 
navel. Her white knickers were almost swamped by the thick 
luxuriance of it. Fortunately, her full round breasts didn't share in her 
general hairiness, but it was they that attracted most comment from 
her parents as she continued to grow out of her previous bras and 
blouses. Her clothes struggled to contain them. Frequently she was 
advised to put on a loose sweater or pullover to obscure them.

The young girl was fascinated by Emma's friends' visits to the shop. 
Emma herself didn't visit so often herself, but her presence was 
always the most memorable as she wore so little in the way of clothes: 
usually nothing at all to hide her breasts and sometimes nothing to 
hide anything else. And whatever she wore always seemed like it had 
been thrown on in a hurry and often fit her extremely poorly. Although 
Amna looked forward to Emma's visits with particular interest (as she 
was the one who promised most in terms of potential thrills), it was 
Emma's flatmates that Amna enjoyed most. Emma was never very 
chatty and always seemed to have her mind somewhere else. 

Charlotte and Josephine were always very civil, and often exchanged 
opinions on the weather. The two girls paid her more attention than 
most visitors, and Josephine was especially tactile. She'd often be 
holding Charlotte's hand and on one memorable occasion Amna 
watched the two of them lost in a passionate embrace. Their tongues 
were deep in each other's mouth and they only stopped when another 
customer entered the shop. There was also a little girl, Maisie, who 
wore almost as few clothes as Emma and smiled at Amna in a cheeky 
direct manner which often disturbed her. She would often be holding 
the hands of whoever was accompanying her to the shop (she never 
came by herself) and often gave her companion a kiss on whichever 
part of the body or face that was most easily available. Maisie was 
most often accompanied by Emma who on these occasions had all her 
attention focused on the little girl and showed no ability in preventing 
her consort spoil herself on whatever comics, magazines or sweets the 
girl demanded.

The customer who Amna looked forward to the most, however, was 
Susan who, right from the first time she came in to the shop, 
established her presence in an easy relaxed way. She chatted with 
Amna with great familiarity as she discussed what wine to buy, and 
with no embarrassment whatsoever spoke of her work in sex cinema 
and the parts she had to play.

"Are all your friends in sex cinema too?" wondered Amna, who felt 
somewhat both shocked and titillated by the idea. Her image of sex 
cinema had been taken from the magazines on the top shelf of the 
magazine rack which showed men and women having sex with each 
other in great explicit detail, or the listings she'd read of sex television 
or sex movies.

"My friends?" Susan queried.

"The other girls you come into the shop with," Amna explained, 
feeling a bit embarrassed at revealing her interest in her customers' 
affairs.

"Goodness no!" Susan said. "I'm the only one in sex cinema. 
Although all of us except Charlotte work in the sex industry to a 
certain extent."

"It must be a strange kind of job," Amna commented visibly envious 
of the more exciting life led away from the counter where she would 
swivel around on her chair near the till seeing nothing more of life 
than customers and their money. The most exciting aspect of her life 
was that she was able to unzip her jeans and pull them down her thighs 
to ease the pressure her hips and stomach exerted on her waist aware 
that none of the customers would notice a thing.

"Is it something that you're interested in doing yourself?" Susan 
wondered sympathetically.

Amna shook her head nervously. "I've just never thought of it. It just 
seems something other people do. I don't know if I could..."

"Oh! It's simple!" smiled Susan. "You really don't need to be 
particularly skilled at acting or anything. All you've got to do is like 
sex. I mean, you enjoy fucking don't you?"

"Well, of course!" laughed Amna who'd never had any sexual 
encounter with anyone. She'd never really considered it, and she'd 
always thought it was one of those things that only became possible 
when one left the protective embrace of the family. On the other hand, 
the idea clearly excited her as testified by the warm heat rising from 
between her legs as she discussed the matter.

"So," continued Susan, "It's not a problem. A girl like you - with your 
kind of body and appearance - shouldn't have any difficulty getting 
into sex cinema. Is it something you want to take up? If it is, I'm sure I 
could help."

"Could you?" asked Amna. Then realising that sounded a bit like a 
request, she corrected herself. "You could?"

"Well, there's an audition for parts for Asian girls coming up soon, 
which I'll be going to. Now, I don't know what it means by Asian. Do 
they mean Indian, Slavic, Oriental or Arabic? I don't know! They 
might mean the lot. I don't know when the audition's coming up, but 
if you like I'll keep you informed and we could go together."

"Well, that sounds interesting," said Amna curiously excited by the 
idea. 

"In that case, I'll keep in touch," Susan announced, leaning over the 
counter and kissing Amna tenderly on the lips. She then pushed out of 
the shop in her long white tee-shirt loosely belted  around the waist. In 
the echo of the shop door ting, Amna watched her go across the road 
with a newspaper under her arm and felt a sudden uncomfortable rush 
of heat to her head. She wasn't sure that it was the prospect of working 
in sex cinema which caused her ears to burn and heart to pound at the 
base of her throat. Somehow the idea normally left her somewhat cold. 
Although she'd often masturbated to the images in the sex magazines 
she sold and had read articles on sex actresses with some attention, it 
left her feeling quite indifferent.

She didn't really wish to admit it to herself, but what had left her in a 
state of frantic bewilderment, and why she suddenly felt committed to 
at least auditioning for this sex film, was the brief kiss she'd just 
received. She'd only been kissed before by relatives and family, and 
never before had it felt so good, so warm and so much something she 
wanted again more and more. And from Susan in particular.

The time eventually came when Susan presented Amna with details of 
the time and place of the audition. It was a film with the unpromising 
working title of  Hot Asian Lovers, for a film company with the 
unappetising name of Sextasy Stars, but as she'd already expended so 
much effort fantasising about and masturbating to the image of 
appearing in a sex film with Susan, Amna didn't feel capable of  
backing out even at this stage.

"You've never been to an audition before, so I'd better tell you some 
of the basic rules," elaborated Susan kindly. She gave advice as to how 
to dress. This was essentially to reveal her assets to their best 
advantage before and during the audition. Amna should ensure that 
she didn't obscure her cunt from view at all. "You'll find that all sex 
actresses, including me, discard their knickers and anything else 
covering their cunt while still in the reception room. As your breasts 
are such an obvious asset, you needn't actually display them, but you 
mustn't obscure them in any way. A blouse a size or two too small 
will be quite adequate."

The part of the exercise that filled Amna with the most trepidation, 
however, was not the actual audition. She considered this to be an 
ordeal best get over as quickly as all the unsuccessful interviews she'd 
had for office jobs. In fact, it was the prospect of going to Emma's flat 
in the building opposite the shop. She didn't tell her parents about the 
nature of the job interview she was going to and wore her most 
revealing clothes underneath an overcoat. She set off up the lift to the 
flat after a girl whose voice she couldn't distinguish over the intercom 
let the door to the building open with the buzz which released the 
latch. She was let into the flat by Charlotte who smiled at her 
reassuringly, and stood in the hallway waiting while Susan was getting 
herself ready.

She could hear panting and thumping noises coming from the living 
room that she at first ignored. Her first thought was that it was 
someone exercising, as her brothers did to give themselves the full 
muscular figure they found so attractive. However, when Charlotte 
opened the door to the living room as she passed Amna from the 
kitchen with a sandwich she'd just made, she could see the little girl, 
Maisie, and Josephine enmeshed in the position the sex magazines 
called a sixty-nine, with Josephine rather straining to bend her neck 
round to apply her mouth to Maisie's smooth little vagina. The two of 
them were making passionate cries as they pushed their tongues deep 
inside each other's welcoming crevices. Amna watched their activity 
with horrified compulsion, seeing in her mind's eye the vision of what 
she imagined Susan's vagina might look like.

After a few moments, and what seemed like much more, Susan 
appeared, thick in make-up in a dress pulled tight against her skin and 
confirmed what Amna had always suspected: which was that she 
really had no more breasts to speak of than Maisie had. She ran her 
fingers down the length of her body to smooth the creases to the top of 
her thighs where the dress just about stopped. "We'd better get going, 
dearest!" She announced. "We don't want to be late."

As the two of them were escorted in the taxi which Susan ordered, and 
insisted on paying for, Amna listened as Susan explained in great 
detail the little tips her years of experience had taught her would 
maximise her chances of passing the audition. These amounted to 
appearing to enjoy the audition by making more noise than necessary, 
ensuring that her cunt was in view of the auditioners as much as 
possible and, in Amna's case, running her fingers as frequently as 
possible over her breasts. Amna nodded to each of the items of advice, 
not really listening but admiring more the smooth white skin of 
Susan's shoulders and the little dimple in her cheeks whenever she 
smiled.

There were several other women at the audition, most of whom were 
Asian like herself. There were Punjabi, Afghani, Malaysian, 
Vietnamese, Cantonese and Inuit candidates, all of whom, as Susan 
had advised, had taken their knickers off before leaving the reception 
room, and sat in the bare plastic chairs supplied in stockings, bras, 
vests or, like Susan herself, in nothing at all. Amna felt quite 
overdressed in her blouse which she pulled up and knotted to reveal as 
much midriff as she could. She didn't know how encouraged she 
should feel by her own assessment that of all the women there that 
despite her inexperience she was actually one of the most physically 
attractive. Not the most attractive, she felt, admiring Susan's slim 
white body with the nipples only a little more prominent than those of 
a young boy and the patch of pubic hair that was so much sparser and 
shorter than Amna had imagined, having visualised it as more 
resembling her own pubic splendour.

The first part of the audition consisted of the auditioners, who were 
men in their forties in expensive clothes and beards, outlining the plot 
of the film the details of which sounded thoroughly disgusting to 
Amna when her mind wandered away from anxiety about the 
appropriateness of her appearance, the bushiness of her pubic hair 
(which was so much greater than that of anyone else) and her 
admiration for Susan's body. She barely even noticed that throughout 
this process Susan held her hand reassuringly in her own, until she felt 
a little squeeze on her thumb as one of the men detailed that there was 
actually no particular policy as to exactly which kind of Asian women 
would be suited to the film. "We know there is a market for Asian sex 
which is not really adequately exploited, and we want to have as broad 
an appeal as we can manage."

The audition passed in a haze to Amna, as she took most of her cues 
from Susan who kept a kind eye on her as they went through the 
motions. It started fairly amusingly as each of the girls stood up in turn 
and spun around while fondling their bodies with simpering smiles. As 
Susan suggested, Amna undid her blouse almost fully so that she was 
able to pull her breasts out and reveal the full lipsticked nipples that 
she'd carefully massaged into shape. Some of the other girls were even 
less expert at this than her: especially the Inuit whose movement was 
decidedly wooden and raised a slight frown from the producer.

The next part of the audition was the part Amna had dreaded the most, 
which was the occasion in which, unknown to everyone, she was to 
lose her virginity. It was quite a painful process for her as a large 
muscular Persian man whom she'd never be able to recognise again 
plied open her legs and pushed his quite large penis in and out of the 
hairy mass of  her vagina. She'd never believed that it would be so 
painful, and the cries she'd started making on Susan's advice first to 
suggest pleasure, became much more genuine and much louder ones 
of pain. Fortunately nobody seemed to be able to distinguish them 
from the quite theatrical cries that some of the others released. 
However, the Persian seemed a little puzzled by the blood that had 
painted his penis as he released ejaculations of semen over her breasts 
after several minutes of fucking. 

Amna was able to watch Susan as she was fucked by another man, 
who was a slightly overweight black man who never bothered to 
remove more than his trousers and underpants. Amna admired Susan's 
professionalism which was only matched at all by an Afghani girl who 
despite her skill at fucking had an unattractive grey pallor to her skin 
and droopy thin breasts. Susan took control of events and was able to 
bring the black man to a more satisfying ejaculation than Amna's 
Persian had ever achieved, catching some of the semen in her open 
mouth.

The part of the exercise that Amna had most thought about in advance 
and which more than the fucking had filled her with trepidation, was 
the lesbianism. "Let it be with Susan!" she'd begged to herself. "Not 
with anyone else! It must be Susan!" The urgency of her request 
became greater after the pain she was feeling between her legs which 
made her feel as if she'd been viciously punched there and then had 
her insides torn out of her. Unfortunately for her, it was actually the 
Afghani girl whom she found herself allocated to making love with, 
while Susan was wrapped up in the body of the Vietnamese girl. 
Amna watched in envy as the Vietnamese girl pushed her tongue deep 
into Susan's anus while Susan responded by pushing her fingers deep 
into her vagina and stroking her clitoris with her thumb.

The Afghani girl had a skill at making love that somehow 
compensated for the salty taste of her skin which Amna licked with 
badly disguised reluctance. For the first time, Amna felt she was 
getting some pleasure out of the sexual proceedings, as the girl 
tweaked her clitoris in her fingers and licked up the traces of blood 
that had got caught in her hair. It felt quite pleasant to have someone's 
nose deep in the mass of her pubic hair even though it gave her much 
less pleasure to stick her nose into the unpleasant smelling area of the 
Afghani girl's anus which seemed to have as much hair as that around 
her vagina. But it was genuine cries of pleasure she was able to emit as 
her lover pushed first two and then three fingers into the fleshy and not 
yet elastic opening of her cunt. 








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