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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Thirty Seven {Bradley Stoke} {FF}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Thirty Seven {Bradley Stoke} {FF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 37 of 50
Keywords: FF 
Short Summary: Salim loves Amna and Amna loves Fluff
Josephine.


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
==========

Amna has moved in to live with her aunt and starts work in the sex 
film industry.


Chapter Thirty Seven
====================

Amna was sitting on the sofa in the living room, when Salim entered 
after her long day at work. As always, she was naked apart from the 
curiously ornate ebony dildo she had strapped around her waist. It was 
Amna's current favourite, and one she hardly ever took off. Salim had 
examined it at length and was impressed by the subtle markings which 
formed the bodies of women writhing about, their hair and limbs 
making up the shape of the massive glans and the heavy round balls. It 
must have cost Amna quite a lot. Salim herself dressed as seductively 
as she could in an attempt to stimulate her niece's interest in her. She 
wore a bra which supported her round apple breasts but didn't hide her 
nipples, and knickers which had a very wide slit which slightly opened 
as she walked to reveal the short trimmed hair of her vagina. She 
greeted Amna, who was distractedly watching a soap opera on the 
television where the main character, a young girl was passionately 
kissing another woman, who was nearly totally naked. She sat on the 
sofa next to her niece, put an arm around her and kissed her on the 
cheek. Amna turned her head and kissed her aunt in return on the lips. 
She then turned her gaze back to the television where a young man 
was removing his leather jacket but keeping on his dark sunglasses.

Salim gently stroked her niece's long hair, and studied her beautiful 
naked body. Her breasts had been further enhanced on Fatima's 
advice, and her nipples stood up even prouder on the firm mountains 
of her chest. Her thighs were slightly fuller, giving her a more Negroid 
body than anyone with her genes would ever normally have. The 
crotch which had once been such an irrepressible tangle of dark hair 
was even smoother as the result of some hormonal treatment that 
Fatima had organised for her. What had happened to all that hair? 
Salim wondered. Distasteful as these 'enhancements' were to Salim, 
they didn't disturb or upset her as much as the small tattoo that Amna 
had done on her shoulder, which portrayed an erect penis spurting 
realistic globules of semen and had the ornate letters Fluff  written on 
them. What had that slut done to her niece? Her parents would be 
horrified if they knew the depravities her ward had descended to!. Not 
only was she a professional sex actress, but her lover was the most 
repulsive slut anyone could ever hope to meet. Not that Salim loved 
her any the less. She knew that it was as much to do with her jealous 
passion as her disapproval of Fluff which made her so unhappy with 
how things had changed. 

She and Amna still shared the bed together, and still made love. And 
Salim still insisted that Amna should never use any of her sexual aids 
on her. But she felt that her niece was becoming more distant, as she 
so often made her passionate proclamations of love for her sluttish 
friend. If only they'd never met! Salim wished. If only their love could 
return to where it had been! The only compensation was that now she 
had Fatima as a lover too, although she was unhappy to discover that 
she shared her best friend not only with her niece (which was bad 
enough!) but also with Susan and many of Susan's friends. She agreed 
though to collaborate with Fatima in keeping Amna unaware of this 
relationship, believing as did Fatima, that Susan was best loved from 
afar. It still seemed ironic to her that Susan had slept with both her and 
Fatty, but not with the one who was arguably her greatest admirer, 
even now. Amna's room was still adorned by pictures of the oriental 
girl, and there could be few films in which she'd performed which 
Amna didn't now possess in her extensive if also obsessive library of 
videodiscs.

Salim persuaded Amna to stroke her bared nipples and gasped 
appreciatively as her niece's fingers traced their aureate edges, while 
her own fingers gently massaged the length of Amna's dildo, enjoying 
the curves and contours of the carved naked figures. Perhaps she could 
bring Amna's mouth to hers, and feel again the hot moistness of her 
tongue against her teeth. Perhaps she could enjoy again Amna's 
tongue pressing against her hard erect clitoris. Perhaps Amna could 
remove her gaze from the lovemaking on the screen and indulge in 
more real lovemaking. But as Salim's mind focused more on her 
fantasies she heard the front door draw shut. Who could it be? Her 
heart jumped. Could it be Fatty back from a day of promotion and 
selling? That would be welcome. Or could it be the only other person 
besides herself and Amna who had a key to the flat?

It was nothing but disappointment that Salim felt, as she saw the 
utterly naked figure of Fluff (She never felt the need to wear a dildo all 
the time!) standing by the door with that disgusting tattoo dominating 
her face. Amna jumped up off the sofa, at last taking her eyes off the 
television, and ran towards her lover. Salim sighed as she saw the 
extent of her niece's delight in Fluff's unexpected arrival. "Oh! It's 
wonderful to see you! What have you been doing?"

Fluff laughed. "Fucking! What do you think? I've just had two of 
them. They had the biggest cocks you've ever seen!" She took the lips 
of her cunt in her fingers and pulled them wide open to reveal her 
cavernous wellworn interior. "They fucked me so hard! Both of them 
together! It was fucking magic! Look! There's still a bit of come. It's 
real sticky! Have a taste!"

Salim watched in horror as Amna did precisely that, resting on her 
knees, her large buttocks sticking out far behind, her larger breasts as 
much in front, her dildo in a position of permanent excitement, and 
her tongue licking and loving the taste of semen as it dribbled down 
Fluff's slender unenhanced thighs. 

"It's still pretty warm!" She exclaimed.

"I came here as fast as I could!" Fluff replied. "I just had to see you!  
A perfect fuck is nothing without the one I love!"

"Oh! Fluff! You're so romantic!" swooned Amna, taking the obscene 
face into her hands and pressing her lips against the mouth that 
seemed so incongruous underneath the long shaft of the tattooed penis.

Salim sat, ignored and hurt, as the two girls caressed and kissed each 
other, and then went off together to Amna's bedroom. Within seconds, 
Amna's stereo was switched on, and Salim sat alone  on the sofa as 
the insistent thump of her music intermingled with a slower equally 
rhythmic thump on the bed as Amna drove her favourite dildo deep 
inside her favourite cunt. 

Salim stared into space. She barely noticed the action on the television 
as several people indulged in exactly the same activity as her niece 
was currently involved in, and her face reddening with humiliation, 
frustration and desire. She almost felt like leaping out of her seat, and 
kicking that slut out of the door. But she knew in doing so, that her 
niece would probably also go. And then there would be no more nights 
of pleasure together. Her life would become empty and no longer 
worth living. She sat, feeling the tears well up in her eyes and ease 
themselves out of the corner and down her cheek.

"Aaahh! Aaahh!" Salim heard from Amna's room. Oh God! They 
were! They were! She let loose an unexpected choke of pain and 
misery, and buried her tearstrewn face in her hands, small tears falling 
hot and moist onto her bare breasts and her mouth feeling as ugly and 
raw as she envisaged Fluff's cunt which she could yet again see so 
vividly in her mind's eye. Why couldn't it be her that Amna loved so 
passionately? What did that slut have to offer that she didn't?

It was then that Salim heard the door close again. Was it Fluff 
leaving? Salim wondered with hope. But no the passionate cries 
continued as before. It must be Fatty! She raised her head to see 
Fatima in her stockings, tight dress and makeup, standing by the door 
and gazing at Salim sympathetically.

"I see they're at it again!" She said, nodding towards the source of the 
commotion.

Salim gazed at Fatima through the salt in her eyes and nodded silently.

"They're terrors, aren't they?"

Salim nodded again, and then suddenly gave vent to another choked 
cry and let herself weep more openly. Fatima regarded her with 
affection.

"Oh, Sally! You don't like it do you?" Fatima said, running up to her 
friend and putting her arms around Salim's shoulders. "You feel 
jealous, don't you?"

Salim nodded. "That slut!" She gasped. "Why her? Why not me?"

"Don't think about it, Sally!" Said Fatima, peppering Salim's face 
with kisses. "Amna's a young girl. She needs friends her own age. 
Friends who know about what she does for a living and totally 
approve of it. I'm sure she still loves you."

Salim tried to nod again, but her misery overcame her. She burst into 
tears again and buried her face on Fatima's breasts. "Oh! Fatty! I'm so 
unhappy. I wish I'd never ..."

Fatima kissed her friend and gradually eased off her clothes. "Don't 
regret anything, Sally! Whatever your niece does, you'll always have 
me. I'll never stop loving you. Whatever else, You're still my closest 
and dearest friend!"




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