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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Twenty Nine {Bradley Stoke} {FF FFM}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Twenty Nine {Bradley Stoke} {FF FFM}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 29 of 50
Keywords: Ff MF
Short Summary: Charlotte and Josephine work hard at having a baby. Salim 
introduces herself to Susan.


Emma
====

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
==========

Charlotte and Josephine fall in love. Amna is introduced to sex films
by Susan and lives with Aunt Salim.



Chapter Twenty Nine
===================

Life was certainly changing at Emma and Charlotte's flat. Emma and 
Maisie had at last found a house in a quite well-to-do part of the city, 
and had moved out to live together there. Emma seemed quite 
reluctant to move to somewhere so expensive, saying that it tied her 
more than she wanted to the kind of income she was now bringing in; 
but Maisie was insistent, and as always Emma was unable to resist any 
of Maisie's requests. Their move was not a sudden affair. The two of 
them had been away rather more often than not for several months 
now, mostly connected with their television work, staying at distant 
hotels. Often when they were there, it was only one or the other of 
them as Maisie would visit her mother or Emma would be away on 
business which Maisie did not need to attend. When Emma was there, 
Charlotte would make a determined effort to spend the night with her; 
but in truth, (as Josephine knew quite well)  the urgency and 
significance that Charlotte had once associated with her lovemaking 
with Emma were much less now. She had come to accept that Emma's 
real love was Maisie, and had moreover come to feel her love for 
Josephine much more strongly.

Susan still stayed in the flat. She had lost her previous home, as her 
boyfriend had started a relationship with another man and Susan no 
longer felt able to come and go as freely as she'd once done. She quite 
naturally moved into the bedroom vacated by Emma and Maisie, and 
although she still professed to a great unrequited passion for Charlotte, 
she no longer  felt the need to spend too much time looking after her. 
She had even had a brief affair with a Pakistani girl, Aisha, but this 
relationship didn't last too long. Josephine understood that Aisha had 
begun to express rather more desire for commitment in their 
relationship than Susan was prepared to offer. As Susan explained to 
Josephine, she was a professional fuck actress and any lover she had 
would just have to accept this fact. In any case, Susan expressed more 
passion in her occasional lovemaking with Maisie, herself and, less 
often, Charlotte, than in any of her nights together with Aisha. 
Josephine felt rather sad that their love affair hadn't lasted very long, 
as she'd quite enjoyed the taste of Aisha's cunt and she adored the way 
her tongue managed to insinuate itself into her anus.

Josephine was finding that Charlotte was expressing a desire for a 
seriousness in their own relationship that went far beyond anything 
that she'd ever experienced before, even in her boyfriends. She had in 
fact gone as far as proposing marriage.

"Marriage!" exclaimed Josephine. "Do you understand what you're 
saying?"

"It's perfectly legal now. Didn't you read about it in the papers 
recently? Marriage is now no longer to be defined on rigid gender 
grounds. Men can marry men. And women can marry women."

"Well, maybe so. But what's the point of getting married anyway? 
What can't we do now that we can do if we're married?"

"It's not a question of what we can or cannot do. It's symbolic. I just 
want to say to you that you are special in my life. Unique. That I love 
you. That I want to live with you. That I want to stay with you for the 
rest of my life."

Josephine was rather overwhelmed by the intensity of Charlotte's 
declaration of undying love, and tightly cuddled her lover. They were 
very soon making very passionate love on the strength of Charlotte's 
declaration, but what Josephine found particularly striking and 
somehow most appealing of all was Charlotte's claim that she wanted 
the two of them to have a baby. Josephine didn't want to confess to 
Charlotte that as a result of some unpleasant operations she'd had 
when she was less than thirteen years old it was extremely unlikely 
that she could ever be the mother of a child. She always hid from her 
lover the darker side of her past and the abuse she'd received in her 
family from her parents and other relatives. This meant that the only 
one of the two of them capable of child-bearing was Charlotte, and she 
was remarkably enthusiastic about the idea. 

"Whether it's you or me, it doesn't matter!" Charlotte claimed. "I'd be 
proud to carry a child knowing it to be ours."

"Isn't there a bit of a problem in either of us fathering a child?" 
Josephine wondered.

"The father doesn't matter! What matters is that it belongs to both of 
us: even if only one of us is the biological mother. I would so like it if 
we could have a child. We could call her Emma or, if it's a boy, 
Robert or Charles or something."

"Yes, we could. But we need to find a biological father."

This was not of course a particularly difficult task for Josephine who 
in her years in sex theatre had met rather a lot of men who were more 
than willing to make love to both Charlotte and her. It was necessary 
that in the lovemaking that both Josephine and Charlotte should be 
there together; otherwise it wouldn't be 'their' child, as Charlotte 
insisted on calling it. Her view was that if the father-to-be conceived 
the child while making love to both of them at the same time, then in a 
real sense it could be said to have an equal chance of motherhood by 
either of the two lovers. Again, Josephine had no wish to disillusion 
Charlotte as to the relative probabilities.

This became a regular occurrence. Josephine would bring home with 
her one, two or even three male acquaintances or colleagues of 
different colours or ethnic backgrounds (this was not thought at all 
important) and before long the two lovers would immerse their bodies 
in each other with the additional presence of penises thrusting into 
their vaginas. Charlotte insisted that the men should release their 
sperm inside both of them, and not over their face and breasts, as some 
professional actors had a tendency to do. This required Charlotte or 
Josephine spotting the moment of seminal release and taking the 
black, pink or brown penis out of its current orifice as it seeped out its 
oozing yellowish liquid and insert it immediately in both of the girls' 
vaginas in the hope of insemination. Once this was done then the 
intention was that the man, or any other man who was servicing them 
at the time, should do his best to produce more of the precious liquid 
for further insemination.

Some of the men whom Josephine brought home very much enjoyed 
their rôles as sperm-providers. It didn't bother them at all that 
Josephine and Charlotte showed no interest at all in their bodies 
beyond their sexual equipment and its productive capabilities. Often 
they actually enjoyed being so closely involved in lesbian lovemaking 
and participating in a rôle of nearly minimum emotional involvement 
with maximum release of semen. Some men however felt somehow 
cheated by it all. They felt rather marginalised by the way the only 
tenderness and passion the two girls showed were to each other, 
however much their vaginas or anuses where being penetrated or 
stimulated by the men's penises. Josephine could see that Charlotte, 
despite her avowed lesbianism, actually rather enjoyed having sex 
with men, as Josephine did herself, but the focus of their affection was 
very definitely each other. It might be pleasant to taste again a nice 
firm erect penis in between the teeth or jostling with the larynx. It 
might add to the ecstasy of orgasm to have a real live penis (rather 
than a dildo) thrusting in and out of the nether orifices. But the subject 
of their passion remained each other. Neither Josephine nor Charlotte 
felt any great feelings of affection nor emotion for the men, although 
they soon came to have favourites who they were happier to have back 
again, perhaps the following night, for another chance of impregnating 
one or other of them.

To each other the men were identified better by their penises than by 
their names, faces or personalities. Charlotte might reminisce about 
the particular productivity of an originally unpromising rather squat 
penis. Josephine might recall the length and duration of effort of 
another penis that might have given both of them rather more pleasure 
than normally but was actually rather less productive. Some men were 
recalled for the short time in which it took them to produce semen and 
how so much of it was wasted on the sheets rather than in their cunts. 
But the two girls' new hobby (of which Emma, whenever she visited, 
disapproved totally) was one that occupied them more nights than not, 
filled their bodies with viscous pale fluid and required rather more 
changes to the sheets than had hitherto ever been required.

Somehow, Susan no longer felt as content in her life as before. The 
reorganisation of the flat left her feeling somewhat sidelined. Emma 
and Maisie were so rarely at the flat, and whenever they were it always 
seemed that it was Charlotte who got the most attention. Even Maisie 
these days seemed somehow more distant; even if she would insist on 
fucking Susan with whatever flavour of dildo had taken her fancy at 
the moment. She felt rather banished, staying in the bed with 
Josephine and Charlotte where she had spent so many happy months at 
the peak of her passion and obsession for Charlotte. Now, however, 
she felt obliged to admit that Josephine was to be the centre of 
Charlotte's life and accept that it was indeed not a bad choice for her. 
The presence of men in their bedroom had made the room seem 
somehow less inviting. It reminded her too much of work to watch 
two men humping away at Charlotte, a penis in the arse while 
underneath another was deep inside her cunt. She had somehow lost 
her taste for male sex. It was good at work. It provided her with a 
living, and while she was being filmed she genuinely enjoyed having 
her orifices filled with rubbery but stiff organs of pleasure. However, 
she no longer felt that a man could provide her with quite the 
emotional satisfaction she craved. And as she found in her brief but 
passionate relationship with Aisha, not all women were necessarily 
going to provide it for her either. 

She concentrated more effort in her work, and had taken the advice of 
her agent in promoting herself more actively in androgynous rôles. She 
cut her hair short and boyish, and took to wearing shorts, shirt and tie 
which made her look like a curious kind of oriental school boy. She 
also took up the fashion of shaving her vagina every morning aware 
that this increased her marketability to the makers of films about 
androgynous sex. The actual sex didn't change much (although there 
was undoubtedly a greater demand for anal penetration and even back 
entrance finger-fucking) but the films had a tendency to be set in 
schools, gymnasia and holiday camps, and there was more male 
homosexuality and transexualism practised than in most films she'd 
been in before.

It was on the set of Teeny Fuck Vacation that Susan met Salim. She 
had no idea who she was of course, but had been fascinated by the 
sight of her during the fuck shoot when she was being penetrated 
anally by a man in his fifties with a Kiss Me Quick hat and very 
knobbly knees. She stood to one side of the set looking very 
mysterious in her long dark dress that came down to her ankles and the 
head-scarf that covered all her hair. Most women watching sets were 
either participants in the filming process or anxious porn starlets 
hoping to learn by watching the professionals at work. Salim 
obviously didn't fit into either category. Susan was quite surprised to 
be approached by the woman afterwards who introduced herself rather 
shyly and asked even more timidly if they could talk somewhere after 
the film. Salim was somewhat older than most of the women of her 
acquaintance, certainly more so than anyone who'd shared her flat, but 
Susan could tell that her face at least was very attractive and curiously 
not markedly Asian at all. Susan agreed to meet, more out of 
fascination than anything else.

They met again at an ice cream parlour nearby where over pistachio 
and almond ice creams, Salim told Susan about Amna and her 
obsession for Susan and how much it troubled her aunt. "She's totally 
obsessed by you! It's the only thing that seems to give her any pleasure 
in life. Otherwise she's so listless and apathetic. It's as if she doesn't 
care about anything else at all."

Susan could see the genuineness of Salim's plea and was astute 
enough to guess that there was a sexual element to Salim's concern, 
although she was not sure that it was likely to have been satisfied. She 
remembered Amna quite well as the funny little shop-girl who had 
taken an interest in fuck films and whom she'd helped out. She was a 
little surprised to learn that Amna had continued to work in the 
profession. Her feeling, and one shared by Aisha, was that the girl 
hadn't really enjoyed her time in Hot Asian Lovers, and would 
probably not wish to get involved in any more films. She remembered 
her tearfulness after one day's shoot in which Aisha and she had to 
help her to a taxi. Susan found, though, that she'd been in another fuck 
film, Corner Shop Cunts, and had been accepted for a rôle in 
Eastern Ecstasy. It actually upset her to discover that Amna had 
actually lost her virginity in the audition for Hot Asian Lovers. 
However, Susan couldn't see that there was actually anything that she 
could do and accepted that Salim had come to see her pretty much out 
of desperation. Amna was currently spending  a few days with her 
family where she continued the pretence that she worked in a clerical 
capacity, despite the evidence of a somewhat better salary than most 
semi-skilled clerks would normally earn.

Salim took Susan back to her flat and showed her Amna's bedroom 
with the posters and memorabilia all around the room. Susan felt both 
flattered and upset. It was undoubtedly  a compliment that someone 
should find her so attractive that they would collect videos of her non-
starring films, find posters of her in the fuck posture clichés so 
preferred by cameramen and search out magazines which had pictures 
of her in them. It was also quite frightening to see herself idolised in 
this way. She knew from her obsession with Charlotte, that it didn't 
mean that she was actually deified, but it did mean that Amna was 
expressing rather more interest in her than could possibly be justified. 
She was after all not a very unusual person and not really one of the 
world's most attractive either. Her assets in the fuck film industry had 
been more her lack of breasts, the slimness of her body and the 
enthusiasm of her lovemaking. Her one-time sexual problem where 
she could only make love to someone while being watched had been 
gradually overcome as a result of her lovemaking in the flat she now 
shared with Josephine and Charlotte. She certainly didn't deserve this 
kind of attention.

Susan felt slightly faint, so Salim thoughtfully took her downstairs to 
the living room. She had taken off her head-scarf, but still kept on her 
thick dress. She spoke sadly of how much Amna's obsession with 
Susan had troubled her. How much she'd wanted to meet Susan 
herself to find out what she was like. And how pleased she was that 
Susan wasn't anything like as bad a person as she thought a porn 
actress should be despite the disgusting and unmentionably vulgar 
nature of her work. It was at this stage that Susan became quite clear 
in her mind just how far Salim's relationship with Amna had 
progressed. She took Salim's hands in her own, squeezed them gently 
and muttered kind words of comfort. 

At first Salim struggled ineffectually to release her hands, but she 
relented and let Susan's caresses become more intimate. She was 
evidently quite upset and Susan was quite a mistress of such 
situations. Indeed she found Salim's freckled face rather attractive and 
she enjoyed the fullness of the older woman's smile. She soon 
released Salim of her thick confining dress and was surprised to see 
just how very sexy her choice of lingerie was. This was a world of 
dress habits Susan had never known about before. Most women she 
knew of who owned such clothes wore them only in a professional 
context and would never wear such clothes otherwise. Here was 
someone who wore silk and satin, garters and stockings, for herself 
rather than for the stimulation of male libidos.

Susan released herself of her shirt and trousers in a few very brief 
gestures and stood naked in Salim's clasp smiling lasciviously at 
Amna's aunt, aware of the flash of alarm burning across her face. 
Salim stood up, belatedly bringing her hands up to cover the breasts 
that Susan had uncovered earlier.

"We can't! You can't! I shouldn't! What if Amna...?"

"Do you know what Amna does every day at work?" Smiled a 
nonplussed Susan, striding across to Salim and delicately pushing 
down her arms and removing the bra. "Don't you think she already 
knows only too well what I do every day at work?"

"Yes, but..." Began Salim, but her protests were plugged by Susan's 
tongue which plunged into the woman's welcoming mouth and was 
pleased by the readiness and passion of Salim's response.

Susan spent the night in Salim's bed, enjoying a night of passion that 
lacked in technique but was compensated partly by the extent of 
Salim's curiosity. She could see that the relationship between Salim 
and Amna had not really progressed as far sexually as Susan was 
accustomed to in her relationships. Salim showed some reluctance and 
ineptitude in many of the activities Susan encouraged her to 
participate in. She had hardly considered the anus as an object of 
sensuality, for instance. Penetration even in the vagina had been 
limited to fingers and tongues, it seemed.  There hadn't been anything 
like the passion and ecstasy which Susan was able to orchestrate and 
which after several orgasms left Salim drained and helpless. She lay 
collapsed on her bed linen, her face burrowed into the pillow and her 
bottom in the air with a smile of contentment on her face that even 
Susan had rarely seen before. 





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