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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty Nine {Bradley Stoke} {FFf Mf MMFf}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty Nine {Bradley Stoke} {FFf Mf MMFf}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 49 of 50
Keywords: FFf Mf MMFf
Short Summary: Maisie lives with Tanya.


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. 


For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www


Previously
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Maisie, leaves Emma to live with Tanya. 


Chapter Forty Nine
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Maisie found living with Tanya very different to living with Emma. 
For a start, Tanya was a very different lover. She made love with men 
at least as often as she did with women. She was also rather less 
concerned about Maisie's education and career prospects. Maisie now 
had to find her own way to school and to the studios of Harlot TV. 
Perhaps, Maisie thought, it was just an inevitable part of growing up 
and looking after herself. And then there was the fact that Maisie had 
nothing like the primacy in Tanya's affections as she'd enjoyed with 
Emma. There were the two men who also shared Tanya's flat and on 
occasion her bed. Karl and Anthony were nice men, and both gave her 
the kindness that Tanya was so reluctant to give. Maisie hadn't 
realised at first that they would be permanent fixtures, and at first 
she'd resented their presence, particularly after she found out that 
Tanya had expressly forbidden the men to touch her. 

Maisie had no objection to watching men fuck each other. After all, it 
was a common feature on sex television, although she found her 
exclusion from the physical act slightly frustrating. But even she could 
see that neither Karl nor Anthony really enjoyed it that much. It was 
only because Tanya required it of them that their lips and tongues 
joined together and their pricks pushed deep inside the other's arse. 
And Tanya was pitiless in her demands of them: even getting them to 
piss on each other. And should one of them look at Maisie, as she sat 
arm-in-arm with Tanya, it was a cue for their mistress to slap them or 
to shout scorn at them. But Maisie could see the men were besotted 
with her. They would do anything for her pleasure, and her words of 
cruelty and unkindness did nothing to lessen their yearning for her. 
And yet she gave them so little for their pains. Just as she was giving 
less and less of her bodily passion to Maisie.

However, every night when Tanya was there, Maisie was expected to 
share her bed. Her menstrual cycle was no excuse. It might be that all 
that was required of her was to lick out Tanya's vagina or to be the 
recipient of the spanking on her bare behind that Tanya sometimes 
believed Maisie was deserving of, although her misdemeanours were 
invariably extremely minor. In some strange way, Tanya seemed to 
enjoy causing Maisie to cry at the unfairness of it all and to watch her 
discomfort when her protestations of love were returned only with 
sternness and unsympathetic sneers. But at the same time, Tanya was 
very demanding, wanting to know exactly what Maisie had been doing 
and with whom. The sex which she performed as part of her job was 
alternately praised and used as an excuse for punishment: the very 
inconsistency of Tanya's response both puzzling and upsetting her.

And then there were the men that Tanya brought back with her in the 
evening. Sometimes women, but usually men. They were not the most 
attractive men that Maisie had ever met, and she was confused as to 
why a woman as beautiful as Tanya, with the ability and skill to fuck 
with whomsoever she liked, would choose to have sex with middle-
aged, fat, sometimes even ugly men. Some were older than Tanya's 
own father. They were often thoroughly incompetent in their 
lovemaking, frequently releasing their semen far too soon, and 
thrusting in and out of Tanya's vagina or arse with a monotonous 
predictability.

And it wasn't only Tanya they fucked. However much Maisie might 
have wished otherwise, she would always be brought into the 
lovemaking, often on Tanya's express instructions. "Open your legs, 
Maisie sweetest!" Tanya would say with a tone of love and affection 
so often lacking when there were no guests. "Open your cheeks, so we 
can get inside your arse!" Tanya would whisper with a pleasant kiss on 
Maisie's lips. "Put the whole of the cock in your mouth, Maisie 
darling! Not just the tip!"

Maisie was so won over by Tanya's show of passion and love on these 
occasions, that she sometimes forgot that the one who would be doing 
the thrusting and groping and fucking and buggering, and covering her 
bare breasts with kisses and sometimes nibbling her toes, was not 
Tanya, whom she loved, but a man she'd never met before, was rarely 
likely to see again, and was invariably unattractive and often very 
smelly. She got used to the rough feel of chin stubble on the vagina 
that Tanya insisted she shave, to make her look even younger. She was 
accustomed to the thrust of thick and short, long and thin, fat and 
stubby, penises thrusting into her, admittedly stiff, but not necessarily 
satisfying. Nowhere near as expert as the pricks whose taste she 
enjoyed in her professional capacity. 

And the men treated her like a child. Not one of them treated her like a 
grown girl, with a career, deserving respect. She was always 'dearie', 
'sweetie', 'little girl', and she began realising that it was her real, and 
her even younger apparent, youth that they were keen on. The thought 
of fucking a child was what  they all enjoyed in her, as they slobbered 
over her, forced their rough hairy hands into her shaven crotch, prised 
open her anus with their nicotine-stained fingers. And gradually, she 
came to realise that these men, so pathetic and unappealing in bed, 
were senior people in the world of television and the media. Tanya 
was exchanging sexual favours for the more material favours they 
could provide for her. And not all of them were producers, executives, 
directors or whatever in the world of sex television. Some were 
prominent in the world of more mainstream entertainment, and at least 
one was actually a politician. Or at least he looked very much like a 
junior politician Maisie saw interviewed on mainstream television one 
day. And those in the mainstream media were often the ones most 
perverse in bed: the ones who liked pissing on Maisie or masturbating 
while Tanya lay her on her lap and spanked her on her reddening 
cheeks.

Maisie only gradually became aware that it was the promise of sex 
with her at least as much as with Tanya herself that had attracted the 
men to Tanya's bed. In some cases, it was sex with her alone that was 
the attraction. One man with a face and body like some disgusting 
turtle spent the whole evening wanking while groping around on her 
bare body, and then finally spurting his wad of semen on her face and 
licking it off with his big slobbery tongue. Another was only interested 
in her arse and pushed his prick in deep long before Maisie was in any 
sense prepared for it, and grunted with extra pleasure as Maisie cried 
from the pain of it all.

Maisie had no way of knowing how well rewarded Tanya was for the 
favours she, and most particularly Maisie, were giving so freely. She 
knew she didn't really enjoy it, and she particularly didn't like it when 
one man actually shat right on her face. Fuck! It was disgusting! But 
she could see that Tanya was profiting from it. Her career was in a 
hyperbolic trajectory, soon leaving behind the world of sex 
entertainment for the more lucrative rewards of fame and fortune of 
the mainstream world. She even recorded a record which sold very 
well despite the rather poor quality of its musical content. She was 
featured in mainstream magazines and interviewed in rather fawning 
terms in glossy celebrity papers. All the while, her designer clothes 
became steadily more elegant, the restaurants she ate in became 
increasingly exclusive, and she was in the process of buying a very 
opulent apartment in a very expensive district of the city. And all the 
while, Maisie felt no better off than before. The wealth that she had 
was only the wealth that she'd earned, and much of that went to Tanya 
to help pay her keep. In many ways, her life was actually more 
deprived than before. Tanya no longer took Maisie out with her to the 
night-clubs and restaurants they used to frequent. And her life became 
hemmed in by work, school and the sexual demands of Tanya and her 
male lovers.

Maisie looked at Karl and Anthony with fresh sympathy. Never 
praised, never given an encouraging word, frequently humiliated. 
Sometimes, Karl or Anthony would be tied by a chain to the end of the 
bed while the other lover was being buggered by Tanya. On one 
occasion, Maisie herself was instructed to bugger the two men, one 
after the other, while they were biting and sucking at each other's 
prick under Tanya's stern watchful eye, always ready to give fresh 
instruction to deepen their humiliation. On occasions such as this, 
Maisie wondered what pleasure it was giving to Tanya. She wasn't 
showing any sexual satisfaction as Maisie's long black dildo thrust in 
and out of Karl's arse, his mouth around the stiffening mass of 
Anthony's prick. Even when both Anthony's prick and her dildo 
crammed into Karl's complaining anus, she showed only a strange 
kind of grim satisfaction. And on those moments, Maisie felt she was 
just like the two men: simply sex toys for Tanya's perverse pleasures.

She didn't see her friends very often. In fact, although Tanya didn't 
exactly forbid her from doing so, she made plain that she preferred 
Maisie stay at home in the evenings so that she was available for 
whatever visitor she had planned for that night. So it was by chance 
that Maisie met Susan and Rosemary in the city centre one day while 
she was window-shopping in the high street. Susan was wearing a 
long tee-shirt which came to just below her hips, while Rosemary 
wore a plain grey skirt and a specially designed blouse which held her 
breasts up in a way which both contained and displayed them. 

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Maisie had to ask how Emma 
was. "Oh! She's fine, I think," replied Susan. "Well, I haven't seen her 
for a long time. Not since Charlotte's wedding, but I spoke to 
Charlotte the other day. She and Josephine and, of course, darling 
baby Thomas are now living in Emma's house. Where you used to live 
before you started living with Tanya. We went to the house and 
chatted about things. Babies mostly. Emma's gone off to a naturist 
resort to do whatever naturists do. Meditate or whatever. Sunborough, 
I think it's called. She lost her job at the television station you know."

"I know," admitted Maisie sadly, feeling ever so much the guilty party. 
"But Emma's alright? I heard she was dreadfully depressed."

"She was," Susan agreed, "but I think she's got over it now. But 
anyway, how're you? How is it living in the centre of the city?"

"It's very nice," said Maisie, but not with a lot of enthusiasm.

"Hmm!" said Susan. "Come on. Let's have a coffee and a chat. I 
insist."

"I've got to get back," said Maisie unconvincingly.

"Nonsense, come along. My treat."

Susan and Rosemary took Maisie to a small coffee shop, and the three 
sat down around two caf, latt,s and a cappuccino. As they sat down, 
Susan took Maisie's hand in her own, and smiled at the girl 
sympathetically.

"Are you sure you're alright? You look quite sad? Is life with Tanya 
all that you thought it would be?"

"It's not as good as it was."

"Really. Tell me. What's the reason for that?"

For the first time since she'd left Emma, Maisie found someone she 
could talk to and the relief of it was like the lifting of a colossal 
weight. She told Susan and Rosemary about how she no longer went 
out with Tanya to the night clubs. How she now had to pay for her 
keep. How she had sex with all the horrible men and women that 
Tanya brought back. How she felt she was being treated as badly as 
Anthony and Karl. How she was feeling quite sad that she'd left 
Emma.

"And do you want to go back to Emma?" asked Rosemary, who didn't 
really know either of the girls that well. They'd met briefly at the 
wedding and that was all. She had thought though that Maisie was 
awfully young to be a lover of someone like Emma, but she'd got used 
to quite a few different lifestyles and relationships since her own had 
began with Susan.

"I don't think it's right that I would," Maisie sniffed. "Not after I hurt 
her so much. I think I should stay with Tanya."

"Are you sure, Maisie sweetest?" worried Susan. "She doesn't sound 
like she's looking after you at all well. I know some people like the 
kind of treatment you're getting, and I guess those two men, Anthony 
and Karl, probably do. You often meet people like that in my industry. 
But you're not like that are you?"

"Like what?" wondered Maisie. Rosemary also frowned quizzically.

"Well . never mind ." Susan replied blushing slightly. "Perhaps . 
I don't know . I mean, Emma was sometimes quite rough ." She 
could feel her words tangling as she tried to express delicately what 
she meant. "Well, whatever. If it gets too much for you. And it sounds 
like it might, just come and stay in my flat. You can sleep in 
Rosemary's bed. After all, you're hardly ever in it, are you Rosemary 
darling?"

Now it was Rosemary's turn to blush, which she did startlingly 
readily, a hot reddening spreading over her cheeks and her breasts. 
"Hardly ever," she whispered in embarrassed, but rather pleased, 
agreement.

Maisie felt curiously lifted after her chat with the two lovers. The 
pleasure of finding another option in her life gave her a renewed sense 
of freedom which the last few months had been gradually seeping 
away from her. Tanya had better look out, she thought. There was no 
way she could speak to Tanya about her discomfort about living 
together. She never really asked Maisie how she felt and, indeed, from 
her there mostly only came demands which she made with no 
suggestion that there was ever any other alternative. There were never 
occasions when she chatted to Maisie about what she wanted. Even 
when they were together, making love with no one there, it was always 
a question of what Tanya wanted and what Maisie could give her. 
Maisie realised that in some strange way she was quite afraid of 
Tanya. And she was still very much attracted to her. Tanya was never 
less than beautiful, and she comported herself in such a way that it 
accentuated the power of her physical charms.

There was certainly no let up in Tanya's demands. That evening was 
spent in a long gruelling session with Anthony and Karl, at one time 
with both men's penises in her mouth. Then guiding Karl's penis into 
Anthony's arse while Tanya buggered Karl from behind, biting him 
quite ferociously on his neck, while her buttocks hammered back and 
forth into his rear. And the following night, Maisie was tied to the bed 
by silk cords tied to her wrists, her legs also pulled apart by silk cords 
around her ankles, while a large hairy man who produced films for a 
large educational film company, pushed his large hairy prick in and 
out of her arse. All the while, Tanya was pinching her nipples so that 
she called out in pain, and nibbled the producer's own nipples hidden 
under a mass of wiry hair. 

And then there was the financier who pissed on Maisie while she sat 
in the bath with her hands tied behind her back and Tanya pushing a 
not especially large dildo up the arse that must have been somewhere 
between his flabby buttocks. And the woman, who must have been in 
at least her fifties, who didn't take her glasses off while Maisie and 
Tanya nibbled around the foul-tasting thin hair of her vagina. And the 
evening where Maisie's foot was tied by a short lead to a chair, while 
Tanya, Anthony and Karl pleasured a somewhat gross man with an 
almost totally bald head and a stomach which had to be physically 
lifted for his penis to be revealed.

Finally, enough was enough. It might have been because she was 
especially fed up while washing traces of shit and piss out of her hair 
after a night with a thin man with a long thin prick that nevertheless 
never seemed to get a hard-on. It might have been as a result of the 
rather sour comments Tanya made while Maisie was listening to one 
of her records. It might have been because she'd had a particularly bad 
day at work, where, for some reason, there was just no passion to her 
lovemaking. Maisie was just not finding on-screen fellatio agreeable, 
and was not sorry when the attentive producer substituted her 
lovemaking with one of her guests by one of her more junior co-
presenters.

As soon as Tanya, Anthony and Karl were out of the house, and before 
the maid came round to tidy up, Maisie hurriedly packed her 
possessions into her suitcases and called a taxi. She hesitated over 
leaving a note for Tanya. In fact she composed her leaving note for 
several hours in her head, but then, with a wicked smile, she reasoned 
that no explanation at all was much more likely to upset Tanya than 
any note. Whatever she wrote would probably sound peevish and a bit 
weak. Saying nothing at all would betray no weakness at all. As 
Maisie got into the taxi and was driven off to Susan's flat, having 
checked first that Susan would be there to meet her when she arrived, 
she looked back at where she'd lived all these past few months and 
was slightly ashamed to recognise that her feelings towards Tanya 
now resembled hatred rather than love.

And soon she was with friends again. Both Susan and Rosemary were 
there to welcome her, to carry her bags into the flat, to show her up to 
Rosemary's room which had been tidied up for, and to shower her 
with tea and cookies. Despite her feelings of guilt of leaving Tanya 
unannounced in this way, she felt a degree of elation at being free 
from her that was almost frightening.

Susan and Rosemary took Maisie out for a night out in the city, which 
included a night club playing just the sounds that she was enjoying so 
much these days: pumping, jumping, slamming and kicking. Susan 
and she oscillated together under the bright lights, neither wearing 
very much, in a mass of sweaty shiny bodies under the strobing lights, 
able only to mouth to each other whatever they wanted to say. And in 
Maisie's case, it was mostly: "I'm happy! I'm so happy!"

Rosemary was less happy. She'd never really enjoyed noisy, brash 
places like this, and she didn't enjoy the drugs and drink very much 
either. But she was pleased to see Susan's young friend free from the 
tyranny of her life with Tanya, and quite enthusiastic about sharing the 
flat with another person.

And not just the flat, as Rosemary discovered when they got back, 
Maisie and Susan wrapping their naked bodies around each other. At 
first Rosemary was a little put out as Maisie's tongue sought out 
Susan's, and the two clung to each other, flat breasts squeezed so close 
together, Maisie's long curls obscuring the two girls' faces, and 
Susan's long neck curving swan-like to the base of her short, boyish 
hair. Even as Maisie's hands probed for Susan's shaven vagina, and a 
finger so easily slipped through the moistness of its entrance, Susan 
was always mindful of her lover, Rosemary.

She eased Maisie off her, despite the girl's protests, and smiled to 
Rosemary. "Come on, Rosie! Take off your clothes and join us!"

Rosemary nodded, and Maisie watched with no little interest as she 
undid the buttons of her blouse and unstrapped her bra. Her enormous 
bosom fell out from their confines, many times larger than Maisie's 
and Susan's breasts put together. So large, and round, and weighty, 
and pink, if a little freckled towards the top. And the nipples. Larger 
than many women's entire breast. Crenellated, detailed, and, now, of 
course, fully erect, the nipple clearly indented towards a crater towards 
the centre, around which were the aureole redness of the rest of its 
glory. So different from the small, permanently hard nipples of the 
girls who'd had their breasts surgically enhanced. And a warm, 
bouncy, fleshy mass. Not hard and rigid like a football, but soft and 
welcoming. As Rosemary shuffled across the bed on her knees, Maisie 
immediately leapt onto her breasts, anxious to have as close a feel as 
she could.

They felt as homely as they looked. Underneath they weighed so 
much, but they rested easily on her palms, while she lifted the mass of 
it up, so that her tongue and teeth could better explore all that it had to 
offer. What bliss! What joy! Her mouth was almost filled by the nipple 
which had some of the hardness of a small erect penis, but tasted much 
better, much more delectable, with none of that strange smell that 
pricks sometimes gave off. And the texture of such a large nipple on 
her tongue was another sensation altogether. The details of the bumps 
and crenellations of the nipple was a texture far superior than that even 
Emma's apple-like breasts or Susan's perky nipples had to offer. 

As she engulfed herself in Rosemary's bosom, she could feel Susan's 
fingers probing her crotch. One, then two fingers sliding easily in her 
shaven vagina, and, for extra pleasure, a thumb easing into her anus. 
At the same time, Susan was kissing Rosemary full on the mouth, 
while her lover gasped and groaned from the delight of familiar 
pleasure. And soon, the three were rolling around on the bed, tongues 
in each others' crotches, fingers everywhere, their flesh as shiny and 
sweaty from passion as they had been in the night club from the 
exertions of dancing.

Maisie looked up at the red hairs of Rosemary's vagina which both 
she and Susan were exploring and exciting with their tongues, and 
smiled as she saw that familiar tremor of excitement erupt from inside 
Rosemary, her vaginal juices squirting out without restraint, to be 
eagerly lapped by her two small-breasted lovers. Then she smiled at 
Susan, whose face smiled at her, her ivory skin in the broad grin that 
so much suited her. She leaned over and kissed Susan passionately on 
the lips. She was so happy now. And all this time, she'd stayed with 
Tanya! How could she have ever been so stupid? She grabbed Susan 
tightly, almost roughly, and her passion and gratitude erupted in her 
vaginal orgasms which seemed to melt the very essence of her being.



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