Emily Ch 01 4

It's a perfect early autumn day. I'm sitting on the front porch enjoying a cup of coffee on the sort of sunny day that will grow more and more rare as the days pass and turn toward winter.

Through the trees. I hear a car coming up the road and listen as it turns into the driveway. After minute I see Emily's little blue car round the corner on its way up the hill.

I haven't seen her in a while. She gets out of the car with her backpack and waves. I get up as she approaches and we meet with a friendly hug. There are greetings and chit-chat as she settles into a chair next to me.

I offer, "Would you like something to drink? Coffee maybe?"

"I brought vodka and cranberry," Emily replies reaching for her back pack.

I usually wouldn't drink hard alcohol this early in the day, but it's a curious thing for her to bring so I go inside to grab a couple of glasses and ice.

Emily mixes our drinks while telling me how she had just broken up with her latest boyfriend.

"He was sweet," she sighs, "and I can't really say what it was exactly, but he was just kind of ... dull."

I think to myself that I'm an odd person to come and have a break-up drink with. Emily and I don't really hang out much. We run into each other now and again at parties and whatnot, but that's about it.

"Sorry to hear that it didn't work out," I offer.

I notice that her drink is almost gone and look down at mine which is still half full.

She asks, "You just about ready for another one?"

"In a minute," I respond, "I'm kind of a slow drinker."

She swirls the last of her drink around for a moment before tilting her head back to finish it and says, "It was cool at first, but he was really dull in bed."

All I can think to say is, "Yeah, that can happen."

It's kind of ironic, really. A year or so ago we had had sex and I thought the exact same thing about her. It had been Emily's idea. She had come over and pretty much just said "let's have sex". It had been somewhat abrupt, but at the time I had figured that it would be foolish to turn down such an offer. But, while she certainly got off a number of times, Emily had just lain there. Her general lack of energy made me uncomfortable, but she had said that it was all good. In the morning she got up and left and that was that. I figured that it had simply been a one-time event and that the chemistry was just totally wrong. Whatever it was, we still get along just fine.

She smiles and says, "You mind if I mix another one for myself?"

I stir from my thoughts, "Go for it. I'll be ready for another one in a minute. So was he just a total missionary man, or what?"

"Yeah," Emily sighs, "pretty much. I tried to give him some ideas, but he just didn't get it."

She takes a small sip. She must have reached her desired cruising altitude.

Emily gestures off into the air and tells me, "Like, we were hanging out with Lisa and some of her friends - well, your friends too, probably - and she was talking about some stuff that you guys had done and I was like 'that is so hot' but he didn't think so at all."

Lisa and I have been friends for years. Every now and then, when the stars are just right, we abandon ourselves to carnal games and pleasure. Lisa is the strong and bawdy type who sometimes wants to be dominated by someone that she trusts. We've played some wild games.

I grin a little and laugh, "Oh boy. What sorts of things was Lisa saying?"

Emily sits with her knees and thighs clenched together, as if she were wearing a skirt instead of jeans. There is somethig about her current posture and attitude that I find attractive.

"She told us about finding where you had snuck off to at a party once. She said that the woman you were with was calling you Sir and that you were telling her to ... do stuff," Emily describes as she squirms ever so slightly in her chair.

I query, "Stuff?"

Emily could be talking about any number of parties, but now I'm suppressing a smile because I can see that Emily is intrigued by whatever she heard. Turned on maybe? Yeah - I think she is. Hmmm.

She continues, "I can't remember the details, but she made it sound so ... hot. You were totally in control and making this woman do things"

The way Emily is dodging about what she heard sounds like she wants me to respond and fill in the blanks. Lisa was *watching* me. Yeah. I chuckle a little. I suspect that we're talking about a party just this past Summer and it was Lisa that had been on her knees addressing me as Sir.

"Some people are into those sorts of games," I smile and look her in the eye. I'm curious to see where this is going. Probably nowhere, sure, but I can dream can't I?

"I'd show him stories I found online and even tried watching some porn with him," Emily said a bit distantly.

I wonder if she is attempting to direct the topic, or is she trying to remember a script she had come up with.

"Yeah? What kind of porn do you like?" I ask with raised eyebrows.

She bites her lip, hesitates for a moment and answers, "I'm not usually into porn. I mean, I would probably really like it if it were presented better. But sometimes I'll be in a certain mood ... and I'll find something online."

Emily looks away for a moment, perhaps embarrased. I figure that this is a good spot for the conversational wave to break. I let my eyes openly wander across her athletic figure and ask, "Did you try presenting yourself in a manner that made it obvious?"

She looks at me with a curious look and asks, "What do you mean?"

"Well, start with how you would address him, or her. Master, Mistress, Sir, Ma'am, Lord, Oh Great Exalted Grand Poobah," I say waving my arms in mock adoration to make her laugh. "Something other than how you would address your lover out-of-scene. You're a geek girl. It's a role-playing game."

Emily takes a long swallow from her drink. That looks like a shot of courage to me.

"And present yourself in a manner that suits the role," I suggest.

Her voice is a little quieter and carries a hint of nervousness as she asks, "How?"

"Go with a classic, but do it well. Practice it so it has the desired affect," but it's a slip on my part. Sure practice it later, I think, but at the moment I want to see if you'll do it. I guess I'm feeling particularly wolfish.

I change my tone of voice just a bit toward the imperative and continue, "Assume a position that communicates submission. Drop to your knees with your hands either on your knees or behind your back."

Emily looks a bit shocked, probably because I'm obviously veering away from the hypothetical, but she places her drink down and gets up from her chair. My excitement is starting to rise. I didn't actually expect that to work. I take a sip from my glass and watch as Emily moves to stand in front of my chair and then slowly sinks down to her knees. She adjusts herself into as comfortable a position as she can find on the old deck boards and places her hands on her knees.

Her demeanor changes. She smiles mocks, "Like this?"

She has decided to play along but isn't completely sold on it yet. I lean forward and look at her directly as I instruct, "Sit up straight and put your shoulders back so that you appear even more graceful ..." She straightens up some. "... and spread your knees. Wider. Wider. That's good. Put your hands behind your back. It will help your posture. Well done."

My eyes unabashedly drink her in, lingering for a moment at her crotch where I'm pretty sure that I would find the denim to be warm and damp.

"Mmm. Now that is a beautiful sight," I appreciate aloud. "With your knees spread and your arms back like that you are completely exposing yourself to ... what did you decide to call your playmate?"

She swallows and looks up at me, "Sir"

"And do you know what you want from Sir? Now that you are in position you could address Sir and ask for whatever it is that you want. You're a wonderfully intelligent woman with a playful imagination," I compliment. "Express what it is that you're after."

"Sir," she swallows again and her voice is so quiet. I can hear desire straining against propriety and fear. "Sir, please command me. Please tell me what to do."

I slide from my chair to crouch in front of her. Looking her in the eye, I reach out and run my fingers lightly across a blushing cheek, through the hair over her left ear and back down her jawline. Emily's breathing is starting to get heavier and she bites her bottom lip. My fingers reach her lips. She closes her eyes most of the way and her lips part ever so slightly and she kisses my fingers.

"Stand up," I say as rising to my feet. "But keep your hands behind your back."

She complies, struggling a little to rise without using her hands. I slowly walk around her. Her tight hip-hugging jeans and a black t-shirt downplay her natural curves. Her hands are clasped together behind her. Three quarters of the way around I place a hand on her ass to see how she reacts. She turns her head some to see me and presses against my hand. I walk back to my chair and turned to face her.

It's time to go for broke. In a matter-of-fact tone I say, "As you take your clothes off, fold each piece neatly and place them in a stack at your feet."

She hesitates, so I step close and lean in so that our bodies and lips almost touch and whisper, "To show that you understand, say 'Yes, Sir'. This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Emily appears surprised to hear herself say, "Yes, Sir."

She peels the t-shirt up over her head. As she folds the t-shirt, I step behind her and run my hands gently up and down her sides. Her head tilts back some and I see that she is done folding. I let go and she bends over to place the folded shirt on the deck next her.

She crouches and unties her shoes. Standing, she slips her feet out of them and places the shoes next to the shirt. Her socks come off and get tucked into her shoes.

Next are her jeans. By now Emily seems fully committed and is undressing herself as if she were simply going to change clothes. Denim slides down her legs to reveal the beautiful curves and strong legs of an active 22 year old woman.

Emily's sports bra goes up over her head slowly and I enjoy watching her supple tits hanging free in the warm autumn sunlight. Tight pink panties are the final addition to the stack of clothes. She stands with her legs together now, but I can see that she is smoothly shaven, or perhaps waxed.

I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her in for a kiss. Her lips meet mine and part immediately. Her arms rush to pull our bodies together. I run the fingers of my right hand up into the back of her flaxen mane as her thighs part against me. I can feel her heat through my jeans and my cock is straining to be free. My fingers come together against her scalp, trapping a handful of hair and I pull back gently, not sure how she'll react.

"Not yet," I state.

I scoop up the pile of clothes and her shoes, hand them to her and, smiling, say, "Put these on the driver's seat of your car and return here."

One of the advantages of having a long driveway to your home in the woods with no neighbors for a quarter mile in either direction is that you can run around naked and there's noone to see you.

"Yes, Sir," she says. I watch hungrily as Emily makes the delivery, admiring every movement she makes. She returns to the spot from which she started, eager to play this game out.

"Keep your hands behind your back and spread your legs," I command.

I pull her in and we kiss again. Her lips are electric and her mouth draws my tounge in. One hand cups her ass, pulling toward me, while the other reaches back up into her hair. I pull her head back nibble my way down her neck. She lets out a breathy moan of delight.

Taking a nipple into my mouth I suck and then let my teeth lightly graze and clamp.

"yesssss," Emily moans.

My teeth tighten around the nipple and she whimpers, "yessssss. pleeeease."

I stand, place a hand on the inside of her thigh and whisper, "Spread."

She shuffles her feet apart a little

"More. Spread."

Her feet shuffle further out and I run my palm up the inside of her thigh. As I near the top I feel that her thigh is damp and I can feel the heat radiating from just a little higher. Emily's breathing is heavy now.

Emily begs, "Please ... please ..."

"Please what?" I purr into her ear. I'm surprised at how turned on she is by foreplay.

"Please touch me. Pleeease touch me," she pleads looking into my eyes.

I swat her ass smartly with the palm of my hand and she inhales sharply.

I ask, "Do you mean 'Please, Sir'?"

"Pleeease, Sir. Pleeease, Sir. Touch me," she pants.

I continue to tease her thighs. First one, then the other. Never getting closer than a few inches to her glistening cunt.

"So if I am Sir, have you a name or a title for yourself?" I question.

Her breathing is heavy and I can feel moisture beginning to drip down the inside of her thighs. She might come just from being teased, but she doesn't answer.

"Are you still Emily," I persist, "or should I call you something else in our game?"

"Please, Sir?" she whines.

"Please, what?" I tease.

"Please, Sir, anything," Emily whimpers. "Just please touch me there. Please - I'm so close to coming. I'm so fucking horny."

I take my hand off of her thigh and she grunts with frustration. The hand on her ass grabs and pulls up, pulling one cheek from the other and, I know, causing the flesh between her trembling thighs to shift as well. She gasps and places her head on my chest. I place a finger on her lips and she bobs her head down to suckle on it. I can feel her tounge massaging the finger as she sucks. I desperately want to replace the finger with my throbbing cock, but I have to play it cool and be in control.

I pull my finger out of her apparently eager mouth and reach around for a handful of hair while still kneading her ass cheek. My hand sliding down just a bit more with each rub. She sticks her ass out, hoping that my hand will reach though from behind and brush her ravenous hole.

I tease, "Would you like to come, Emily?"

"Pleeasesir," she can barely speak. This fantasy runs deep for her.

"Please, what?"

"Please," she whimpers and pauses before continuing, "Master."

My fingers slowly tease down around the heavenly curve of her ass toward her cunt.

Emily whispers, "Pleeease Master."

I lightly kiss Emily's throat.

Emily's voice grows a little louder, "Please Master."

My teeth lightly grip her neck and I suck just a little.

Her voice is ragged now, "Please Master, please let your slave come."

I relax my grip on her hair and let her head fall to my chest again. I wrap my arm around her waist for support. My other hand releases her ass and slides around to her inner thighs, barely touching her skin. How quickly we went from a playful "sir" to being master and slave.

I fall into the role with abandon and repeat my earlier question, "Would you like to come, Slave?"

At the word slave her whole body begins to shudder.

"YES! PLEASE!" She looks up at me and her eyes are lit with a mad flame. She spurts loudly, "Please Master. Please let your slave come!"

"You may come, Slave."

My hand slides up her thigh and brushes against her bald, inflamed cunt. A single finger slowly drags up between the swollen lips. I can't believe how wet she is. My palm rubs against her parting flesh and grinds her clit as I slowly bury that one finger into her tight, sopping hole. She moans loudly as her whole body starts to shake. We press against each other for support. Her arms come out from behind her back and grab onto me as the orgasm crashes over her, robbing her of the ability to do anything except buck against my hand.