Greg came with a family as well, with two kids, both just entering their later teen years when the two of them married. Now they were adults.
Her step-son, Jacob, was the older of the two. She first met him when he was seventeen. He was a sports enthusiast, playing football, soccer, and lacrosse in junior high, high school, and college. He was very well built, with nice, muscular arms, and a handsome face. He was always popular with the girls at school. Now, he was twenty one and was just going to enter into his senior year at the local college where he lived during the school year.
Her step-daughter, Sarah, was just fifteen when she first met her. The dark-haired beauty was just coming into her own and growing up to be a beautiful woman. She had a very slim, athletic body, with larger breasts that filled out her blouses and t-shirts. And she wasn't shy to show off her figure. Emmanuelle admired the girl's free, unrepressed attitude at such a young age. It was so different from her own very conservative upbringing. Now, at nineteen, she was just starting her second year at the same, local college as Jacob, but was living at home.
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"Are you sure you really want to do this?" Beth, her best friend, asked as they sat at an outside table at one of their favorite coffee houses. They'd been best friends now for fifteen years, through the good times and the bad. Emmanuelle had confided in her on just about everything she was going through, and everything she was thinking, and wanting to do. And was surprised Emmanuelle had taken it this far. "This could get really out of hand. I mean, reading about the stories is one thing. But actually asking for it..."
"I know. I know," Emmanuelle said, shaking slightly. She was scared, but excited. And her excitement was winning out. "I just don't know if I'll ever have another chance. Greg's an incredible guy and I'd never leave him or anything. It's just... you know?"
Beth took a sip of her coffee, with a knowing grin on her face, watching Emmanuelle over the rim of the cup.
"What?" Emmanuelle asked, wondering what was going through her mind. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I guess I can't wait to hear all the juicy details when it happens. I have to admit, it sounds exciting to me, too. But I could never do it. You don't even know what he looks like or how old he is."
Emmanuelle shook her head. "Nope... I know nothing about him at all."
"What it he's old... and fat," Beth laughed.
"He got five stars after fulfilling three fantasies," Emmanuelle said. "And one of them was similar to mine. He must be doing something right."
"How does it all work."
"I'm not exactly sure," Emmanuelle said. "I send back the consent and then just wait for it to happen, I guess. It can happen anywhere at any time. That makes me a little nervous... ok, a lot nervous," she laughed. She felt herself getting wet again and adjusted her position in her seat and looked at Beth.
"You're horny just thinking about it, aren't you?" Beth asked, giggling.
Emmanuelle smiled, embarrassed. "I am... jeez..."
*****
It was dark when Emmanuelle came home, her headlights showing a defined beam on the roadway. It was the first night she was coming home to an empty house. With older teens and a very considerate husband, the house was often busy through the years. It was after 9pm when she pulled into the driveway and turned off her car. The gothic-style house looked scary being so dark.
Greg had gone to a professional football camp for the week, his favorite team. Something he did every year for the past twelve years. Jacob went on a week-long hike on the Appalachian Trail with a college group in eastern New York. And Sarah went two hours down the road to the beach for the week with a bunch of her friends celebrating before the grind of college started up again.
Emmanuelle had the week to herself... alone.
A dog barked nearby and she could see a figure walking down the road, dimly lit by the street light, a leashed dog leading him. She couldn't take her eyes off them. Was that her attacker? It only took a second to realize how silly she was being. She couldn't go around looking at everyone as if they were going to attack her at any second.
It was so dark as she walked to the door and tried to find the right key to enter. It took a moment of fumbling but she finally got it open. "Didn't I leave a light on inside?" she said softly, scared, afraid of who might be waiting in the dark room beyond. She fumbled forward, trying to find the light switch and was rewarded with an abundance of warm, glowing, radiant light when she finally did.
"My nerves must be getting the better of me," she said, shaking her head. "I'm jumping at everything."
She put her briefcase on the counter and got a quick drink of water. She took a quick look in the refrigerator wondering what she might have for a late snack, but finding nothing immediate, closed the door again. She moved into the living room, turning on another light beside the couch, then turned on the lights on the stairs. She looked up, wondering if anyone was upstairs waiting for her. She listened, waiting for some sound of movement... or breathing, but hearing none slowly walked up the the long flight.
She turned on the light at the top of the stairs and moved into her bedroom, carefully peering into every darkened corner, looking for anything out of the ordinary. She turned on the bedside lamp and froze, looking at her bed. What was a nicely made bed was now covered with her panties... her dirty panties. And a note. Her hands were shaking as she collected them and dropped them back into her hamper.
She picked up the short, type-written note and read it.
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I see you. I always see you. You will be mine.
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My God! It was so... violating. It was so... personal. She was shaking. He got into her house. He got into her bedroom! And he touched her lingerie!
Then she heard a sound outside and realized that her bedroom window was open. "What the...?" She quickly went to it and looked out, peering into the darkness as best she could, trying to see if anyone was there. Then she closed and locked it and quickly closed the curtains. She was panting in fear and excitement and took a moment to try to control her breathing.
She had a hard time unbuttoning her blouse, her hands were shaking so bad. She tossed it aside and removed the rest of her clothes and slipped into her satiny bed clothes, a simple spaghetti-strap top and loose shorts. She grabbed her computer off the nightstand and opened it as she sat in bed. She quickly logged into the Fantasy Board web site and typed a quick private message to Control2Pleasure.
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I can't believe you actually were able to break into my home!
I saw my window open and I always lock it. And you went
through my panties! My dirty panties! Are you toying with
me to remind me that I'm not safe, not even in my own home?
Are you trying to scare me? Or excite me? I'm shaking I'm
so scared right now. But I'm also so fucking wet. My God,
this is intense!
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She browsed a few of the threads she followed, especially those that had stories of being taken, and felt the heat inside her rising higher and higher. Slowly her hand slid down to her thigh where her fingers circled teasingly. Slowly it moved higher as she read a story of a woman being dominated in her garage, against the side of her car just after arriving home late at night, and how much the woman loved it.
Emmanuelle thought of her own situation, of how her driveway was generally private, of how her neighbors were hundreds of feet away, of how she could be so easily taken just like in the story. She envisioned the man forcing her to bend over the hood of her car as his hand moved behind to fondle her ass. She envisioned him going beneath her skirt, teasing both her pussy and ass with his fingers before grabbing her hips and ramming himself into her.
She envisioned her hands on the warm hood of the car, using them to keep some control of her position, and feeling his rough fucking pushing her hips into the car again and again while his hands grabbed and pulled her hair. She envisioned his rough voice telling her to keep quiet or he would hurt her... telling her what he was going to do to her for the rest of the night, and how she would do everything he told her to do. And she knew she would, no matter what he made her do.
She pushed her computer aside and lay back in her bed, her legs splayed wide, her hands teasing her clit mercilessly. She was so wet! Her fingers easily slid inside her folds and her palm slapped her clit again and again as she forced her fingers in hard, fucking herself. She thought of him watching her, maybe from her closet. Maybe he was beating off watching her, his long shaft so hard and ready. Maybe he was just waiting... waiting for her to go to sleep... waiting for her to drop her guard. Maybe, just maybe, she would wake up to his strong arms holding her down, spreading her legs, penetrating her... as, on one hand, she begged him not to, but, on the other, pleading with him to do more.
And she came... hard. Her body went rigid, shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her low, guttural screams were loud, but she barely cared as she felt the tingling wetness between her legs and pleasure radiate through her body.
