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'Be Careful What You Wish For'
, by Topographic first, that is my old account and is part 1 of a series.
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I stumbled out into the street, I was shaking, the Hotel Lobby was deserted as I walked through, it looked as if it had been empty for years. The street was dark, wet and something raised the hairs on the back of my neck. I turned and stared at nothing, I could feel someone, or some thing, was there, but I did not have eyes to see.
Relax I told myself, it is just a dream, I put my hand in my jacket pocket, there were the panties I had pulled down to reveal her beautiful buttocks and a pussy that had welcomed me and had its way with my manhood. I pulled a card from my top pocket, it just read 'You are mine'. My chest tightened, searing, gripping, grinding pain shot through me. Relax I heard again, but it was not my voice. I was paralysed, and could not turn, but I doubted I would see anything. A soft, warm wetness caressed my ear, the voice was back, Coaxing,
" My tongue is warm for you, see how pleasant it can be. If you do as you are told you can have that lovely wet place between my thighs, but this time it will be warm and welcoming and it will bring you to a climax that no other woman can give you"
I swallowed hard, painfully. I couldn't speak but my mind raced, I felt the pain she had inflicted upon me, I could see my split and bleeding penis as she had pulled her mouth away from it. I struggled but manged to ask her name.
" I have had a few " she replied "but why not call me Emma, I have seen her, I look like her don't I?"
I worked with an Emma and now as she moved in front of me I recognised the likeness, like and yet unlike. I have cum thinking of Emma many times, pulling my cock hard. I don't think she even saw me, she liked tall men.
"I will give her to you if you are a good boy. She will do anything I say, would you like to have her tongue in your arsehole, your cock in her cute little muff or her tight rosebud?" She laughed "she tastes so good, and the look on her face when I stop her heart makes me cum, but don't worry, I let her live, well I do for now. So if you do my bidding you get me, warm and wet, you get Emma, still alive and compliant to your every dirty, perverted wish. Oh I can hear your thoughts, and no you probably can't trust me, but you don't really have a choice, do you?"
We were back at the nightclub, at least I was, yes so was she, but I could only sense her presence. The 'blonde' with the big, leather clad arse walked past me, her friend lurched into me, I held her, I had no choice in the matter, in my head I was being told to fuck this little drunken girl. I said no, and looking down I saw Emma, her eyes glazed her skin unnaturally white.