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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Thirty Four {Bradley Stoke} {FF MFF}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Thirty Four {Bradley Stoke} {FF MFF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 34 of 50
Keywords: FF MFF
Short Summary: Fatima trains Amna in love and sex.


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
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Fatima engages herself as Amna's agent and Salim's lover. 

Chapter Thirty Four
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Salim wasn't at all sure she liked all the changes that her lover had 
dictated on her niece. First, the breasts, now so unnaturally firm and 
hard; resisting all attempts of gravity to lower their profile. Then the 
lips now in such a firm unchanging pout which made her seem as if 
she was constantly ready for sex, but also somehow moody and sullen 
when she wasn't smiling, which was really most of the time. Next 
were the hips and upper thighs which, together with Amna's newly 
trimmed waist, gave her a much more pronounced figure, so different 
from the slightly pudgy girl she'd originally fallen in love with. Now 
Fatima had dictated that Amna should remove all trace of pubic and 
anal hair (quite a feat in itself) achieved with waxing and depilatory 
cream. As Salim's tongue roved over the smooth flatness of her 
niece's vulva, she found it hard to reconcile it with the lush growth of 
dark hair that once flourished there. She found it difficult to believe 
that this was the same vulva, the long hairy strands of which used to 
entangle in between her teeth.

Fatima preferred this appearance. It matched her own pubic 
smoothness, which Fatima also found somewhat new and disturbing. 
Why shed such a natural and really rather friendly and reassuring 
growth? She especially didn't like the sexual exercises which she 
insisted the young girl needed to further her career. Wasn't her own 
lovemaking with Amna sufficient? And even that, Fatima did so much 
more roughly with the tools she had at her disposal. Was it necessary 
for Fatima to pretend to be a man: thrusting a dildo deeper inside 
Amna than all but the most well endowed man ever could. Fatima 
herself was not at all enthusiastic about using such aids, and had time 
and time again reproved Fatima when she surreptitiously tried to 
include them in their own sex life. Salim could live without them. 
Why couldn't Fatima?

Salim was even less pleased the first time Fatima invited a man to her 
house to practice practical sex with her niece. Did it have to be 
brought so vulgarly to her attention? She felt restricted in her own 
home, forced to preserve her modesty under a scarf and a flowing 
ankle-length dress: only her hands and some of her face at all visible. 
Men were not welcome company as far as Salim was concerned. The 
silk underwear remained hidden out of sight, even though Amna 
remained naked in her newly constructed body; so accustomed now to 
her habitual nudity that she almost had to be reminded to put clothes 
on when she ventured out of the house. It was true that Amna felt less 
comfortable in clothes than before. The new contours of her body were 
not designed to be hidden. Jeans squeezed uncomfortably tight over 
her broader hips and tee shirts pushed upwards by the steady pressure 
of her breasts.

Salim was more disturbed to see Fatima, the woman she loved to 
distraction, making no attempt to present an appearance of even 
secular modesty in front of Robert. She wore nothing but her most 
lacy and slight underwear, and of course the black silk stockings and 
stilettos she so rarely removed. Salim blushed as the details of her 
nipple appeared so obviously in the outline of the brassiere and was 
aware that had Fatima not shaved her pubic region so smoothly it 
would almost all have been revealed on the fringes of her red laced 
panties. However, Fatima not only insisted on dressing so immodestly, 
but also that Salim should hide her natural modesty to the extent of 
watching her niece and this man fucking together on Amna's bed; the 
detritus of teen magazines, videos and compact discs cleared 
unceremoniously out of the way.

Somehow, watching Amna's cunt being penetrated so close and so 
physically was even less pleasant than watching it on video, as Salim 
had had to do rather more often than she could care to remember. 
Fatima occasionally gave advice to Robert and Amna as to what they 
should do and how to do it, keeping her mind on the photogenic 
aspects of the physical act, ensuring that the thrusting penis and 
recipient cunt were on display at all times. Amna's large breasts 
swung up and down, back and forth with the stiff unrippling rhythm 
that the silicone dictated. Finally, after how long Salim didn't care to 
say and after the penis had thrust its way deep inside Amna's anus as 
well, Robert pulled out his erect and throbbing penis and with the 
assistance of Amna's tongue released spurt after spurt of semen onto 
Amna's face and chest. A long trail of viscous liquid dribbled down 
the side of Amna's nose, lightly luminescent against the darkness of 
her skin, and trailed several centimetres down below her chin. On 
Fatima's urgent prompting she pretended to enjoy it, smiling in 
apparent ecstasy and moaning in a way that sounded so utterly false to 
Salim's ears. Surely, the fact that Amna did this sort of thing on 
celluloid and acetate was enough.

But clearly not, as far as Fatima was concerned, who persuaded Salim 
to join her in applauding the success of Amna's lovemaking. "Bravo!" 
Exclaimed Fatima clapping her hands. "Much better! One day you 
may even start enjoying it!"

Amna smiled foolishly as she wiped off the semen that wasn't already 
beyond recall from her face and chest, and crawled over the bed 
towards Fatima in the obvious hope that Fatima would complement 
the lovemaking with her own affection. To Salim's horror, it seemed 
that Fatima would at first, and in the presence of this strange man, as 
she removed her knickers and allowed them to drop to her feet. 
Salim's horror deepened, however, as it became obvious that the 
object of her sexual advances was not to be Amna, who appeared 
relatively nonchalant at the fact, but Robert.

Fatima crawled onto the bed, past Amna, and over to Robert's now 
limp penis which she nevertheless began coaxing into a new life with 
her lips and tongue. Salim covered her face with shame, but watched 
nonetheless, as Fatima took the growing penis into her mouth, while 
running her fingers up and down its length, pumping it into renewed 
life with each rhythmic caress, and its purple glans swelled to very 
much the size of Fatima's open mouth. Fatima smiled lasciviously at 
Salim while exercising Robert's member.

It was not at all long until that long penis was once again ensconced 
inside a cunt, but this time Fatima's, with Amna participating on 
Fatima's prompting by licking Fatima's clitoris or nipples. Although 
Salim rarely if ever saw things from a male perspective, she could see 
that Robert was in a very fortunate position in having two beautiful 
female bodies, the only ones that Salim had ever loved and who she 
would always love to distraction, wrapped around him and ensuring 
that his penis would not easily remain limp for very long. It 
particularly disturbed her that Fatima showed rather more true and 
honest pleasure in the lovemaking than Amna ever had. Her cries of 
passion were unfeigned, guttural and frequent.

Salim could only take so much of this. Despite her normal desire to 
please Fatima's every whim, she raised herself to her feet and was 
about to stride out of the bedroom to where she could more easily 
forget all that was going on under her roof. However, this immediately 
prompted Fatima, now wearing only her black stockings, her slim 
breasts hardly moving at all despite the rapid bobbing up and down of 
her body, to break loose of the lovemaking and run over to Salim and 
grasp her by the hand. Salim's face was flushed and there was a slight 
urgency in her expression. 

"Don't leave, Sally! Stay. It's your turn next!"

"My turn!" Gasped Salim in sheer terror. "No. I don't know what you 
mean!"

Fatima pulled up Salim's dress with a sudden abrupt gesture to reveal 
her own knickers and stockings. "Don't be so hasty! You can enjoy 
Robert as well!" A hand ran up the top of Salim's thigh and caressed 
her groin around the knickers.

Salim hesitated. Fatima had after all enjoyed making love to him. And 
she had felt rather left out of the proceedings. Perhaps in the company 
of the two women she loved, the only two lovers she had ever had, she 
could lose her virginity with regards to heterosexual love. It was, after 
all, a critical part of her that even into her thirties she had not yet 
expressed. She looked at Robert who was spread naked across the bed, 
his erect penis grasped by Amna's dark hand. She thought back to the 
only part of him that had at all interested her in the lovemaking, and 
that only because of where it was penetrated.  She mused on the length 
of engorged flesh, with its purple end and its hairy base. She could 
never have that enter inside her!

Salim shook her head shyly, kissed Fatima tenderly on the lips and 
continued on her way to the living room to read a book or watch 
television. There were some experiences in life, she decided, which 
were really not worth experiencing. Ever.

Fatima's efforts in promoting Amna's career pursued every possible 
avenue. She agreed to meet Isabel, who, on the appointed day, was sat 
in her office in the television station's main building. She was 
skimming through the pages of the professional sex media magazine 
she received free each week, contemplating the advertisements from 
the countless agencies who offered their sex starlets for the services of 
film, video, television or interactive software. Some of the 
advertisements were particularly lurid, but she had learnt to mistrust 
these when she was recruiting. The sexual adventurousness of the 
starlets was not really an indication of the quality of their performance, 
except in particular fringe aspects of the industry. She always 
professed a professional and competent approach to recruitment. She 
eased her large breasts down as she raised her wrist to glance at her 
watch. She was  expecting to see Fatima and her candidate, Amna, in a 
few moments for an audition for a television series that Isabel was 
producing concerning Asian sexual practices. It was tentatively called 
Brown Cunts and Slit Eyes, but was likely to be modified to just 
Brown Cunts and Slits in deference to the all too vocal sensitivity 
of the Asian minority.

Fatima and Amna were dressed quite appropriately for their rôles 
when they arrived. Fatima wore a green business suit with a very short 
skirt that very nearly revealed the suspenders of her black silk 
stockings. Amna was totally naked except for a pair of stilettos on 
which she tottered in obvious unease and a heavy pasting of make-up. 
Isabel sat back in her chair and nodded approvingly as Amna twirled 
round on her heels revealing all she had to offer. 

The breasts were good, Isabel decided. There were never too many 
girls in the industry willing to enhance their appearance for the tit 
market. A good pair of breasts were always a good sales point, as she 
had found out herself in her days as a sex actress, and did wonders for 
a girl's career. True, Amna hadn't committed herself to the same 
extent as Isabel had when she'd surrendered herself to scalpel and 
silicone, but she really had no need to, seeing as her native assets as an 
Asian were relatively distinctive in themselves. Her lips were good as 
well. They made her look perpetually sexy, if a bit sullen. But then 
sullenness always attracted that proportion of the target audience who 
didn't like the idea of the girls enjoying their lovemaking too much. 

"The buttocks and thighs have been enhanced too!" Remarked Fatima 
with pride, patting Amna on the bottom. "And she takes frequent 
exercise to keep her waist trim!"

"What about the crotch?" Wondered Isabel. "Is she normally so 
hairless?"

"Not at all. Without depilatory creams and daily attention, she'd be so 
hairy you wouldn't believe! Amna's naturally hirsute to a prejudicial 
degree."

"Is that so? Some of the audience like that."

"I've done my research, Isabel sweetest," said Fatima daring a little 
more familiarity than she might normally do with a potential customer. 
"Hairiness is a turn off for the younger end of the market. Most 
successful teen stars keep their crotch at worst trim and spare."

Isabel nodded. That was certainly true. A lot of the potential target 
preferred the illusion that the girls were several years younger than 
they actually were, even when they were pretty young to start off with.

"Well, she's certainly good to look at," Isabel announced. "But what's 
she like when it comes to action?"

"Have you watched the videos I sent you?"

"The videos? Well, I had a brief look. I wasn't too sure, to be honest. 
She's not a natural, is she? It doesn't come from the heart. Or do you 
think otherwise?"

A flash of concern passed over Fatima's face, as if the issue which 
most worried her had been raised. She smiled broadly, however. 
"Amna's a young girl. She's growing in confidence and ability all the 
time. She has plenty of expert tuition from myself and true 
professionals. She's able to convince even the most sceptical that 
she's having a good time when ..."

"You don't mind, - do you? - if I put your claim to the test. 
Appearance is very important. I'd say it was the most important 
feature of a good sex actress. But she has to perform as well. I've 
persuaded one of my male sex actors to give her a trial. Is it alright if I 
ask him in?"

Fatima had expected this. Much of her work and preparation over the 
last few weeks had been for this very moment. She knew that once a 
sex actress is accepted then the odd, or even frequent, lapse in 
performance is tolerated if her charisma as a star or a looker 
compensated for it. She had spent a lot of time persuading Amna to 
relax and to overcompensate for her genuine lack of interest in 
heterosexual love. Fatima nodded. "I'm sure Amna's up to the task!" 
She announced, squeezing her shoulder with a comforting hand.

Isabel nodded. "I'm sure she is." She picked up her phone and spoke 
to her secretary: "Ask Boris to come in."

Boris was a tall, quite athletic man whose long hair was tied into a 
ponytail and had several tattoos on his arms and torso. He pushed a 
confident hand through his hair, letting his earrings dangle in the slight 
breeze caused by this action. On Isabel's nodding, he removed his 
clothes to reveal a limp penis and a trim figure.

Isabel leaned forward over her desks, her hands cupped underneath the 
overhang of her enormous breasts. "Amna. If you could please join 
Boris on the couch over there in the corner and we'll assess your 
performance. Don't be too worried. I don't expect you to be at your 
best during an interview: I know only too well the effect nerves can 
have. Just go ahead and enjoy yourself."

Fatima knew that passion and love were what Amna associated with 
making love to a man. To a certain extent it was almost better for her 
to view the exercise of fucking as a job rather than a pleasure. She 
watched with pride as Amna went through the motions that she had 
painstakingly practised for so many weeks. First the fellatio and hand 
work: building up a firm and stiff foundation for later intercourse. She 
watched with relief as Boris's penis gradually swelled to its full nine 
or ten inches in length. It was soon full, firm and ready for action. 
Amna expectantly looked up to Fatima for advice at that point, and 
Fatima scratched her ear absently as they'd prearranged as a signal to 
say that she'd  judged Boris to be prepared to penetrate.

It was at that stage that Amna positioned herself on top of Boris, his 
face behind her, allowing herself to be fucked again and again while 
facing Isabel and putting on the various repertoire of expressions that 
she and Fatima had practised for so long. Isabel was not so easily 
deceived. She had worked too many years in the industry for that: both 
as an actress and as a director. Now, as a producer, she could see that 
most, if not all, of Amna's apparent sexual satisfaction was feigned. 
There was really no flush of pleasure on the girl's face and the only 
sweat generated was from exertion rather than ecstasy. But Isabel also 
knew that what mattered was not how the physical act felt to the 
actress but how it was viewed through the eyes of a television viewer 
who only saw those edited highlights that were deemed good enough 
for the screen.

Boris appeared to be taken in by Amna's performance, producing as 
much, if not more, seminal fluid as he normally did on the screen, 
which Amna allowed to spread over her trim waist and into her mouth. 
Isabel nodded her head as Amna wiped away the traces of sperm from 
around her mouth and nose.

"Well, Fatima, I think your little friend can consider herself 
employed," she announced with a broad grin, picking up a pen and the 
contract she'd had pre-printed in anticipation of the success of the 
audition.





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