Emma Ch 24

It was a long time since Emma had been summoned into Amelia’s office. In fact, Emma had rather avoided seeing Amelia altogether since she’d been persuaded to have sex with Frank, whom she could never pass in the corridor without breaking into a hot flush. So when Emma received a call requesting her to come immediately to Amelia’s office, it was with great trepidation she followed Betty in her prim suit along the television corridors towards her office. She hoped that it wasn’t for another opportunity to humiliate her with the attentions of a man.

Her fears were rather confirmed when she heard the panting noises of a man making love as Betty let her into the office and then stood discreetly to one side. However, it wasn’t Amelia the man was making love to. She was sitting on a swivel chair in nothing but her stockings and shoes resting her full breasts on her folded arms. Her fear gave way to horror when she realised that the girl with whom the man was having sex was Maisie. And worse, she was quite obviously enjoying it.

It was no novelty to see Maisie making love. Susan and Josephine would often be enmeshed in her slim little limbs, more often than not on Maisie’s own request. But it was not pleasant for Emma to see her beloved being fucked by a man older than Emma herself and participating so vigorously.

“She certainly seems to enjoy Bill’s attention,” commented Amelia with a sly smile, as Emma stood transfixed at the door. Emma nodded shyly. Just what was this in aid of? she wondered.

“I don’t suppose you want to join in, Emma,” Amelia continued. “I’m sure little Maisie wouldn’t mind at all.”

Knowing Maisie so intimately, Emma was sure that this was true, but the pangs she felt made her blush with anger and humiliation. “What’s this all about?” she blurted out. “Why is she doing it?”

Amelia stood up and wandered over to Emma. She put an arm around Emma’s naked shoulders and pulled her assertively towards her. “Because she wants to, lovie. Because she’s been asking to have a more active acting career. Because she believes it’s about time she moved on. So, she’s showing me what she can do. And I must say that for such a young girl she shows evidence of both skill and considerable experience.”

“But why are you showing me? Why have you called me in?”

“Because,” smiled Amelia in a way that seemed quite menacing, “I have a proposal to make to you. And one I’m sure you can’t refuse.”

“One that I can’t refuse? Why me? What have I got to do with what Maisie wants to do?”

Amelia squeezed Emma firmly across the shoulders and allowed one of her hands to fall on Emma’s nipples which she gently massaged. “It is no secret to me - or to anyone else who works here - what sort of relationship you and Maisie have. Indeed, Maisie the young child has told me a great deal about the activities she gets up to: not only with you but with others who live with you. Activities which I find very interesting. Activities which I’m sure others would find even more interesting than me.”

“What do you mean?” blurted out Emma, aware that this wasn’t really a question she wanted answering.

“I don’t wish to say more, lover,” Amelia continued, bringing the palm of her hand underneath the cup of Emma’s breast and idly weighing it. “What I wish to speak about is my proposal.”

“What can that be?” Emma wondered, still transfixed as Bill’s penis went in and out of Maisie’s sweet little vagina, while the girl clung hard to his waist and made frequent ejaculations of pleasure. Try as she would, she couldn’t remove her stare from what caused her most distress.

“Face me and I’ll tell you!” commanded Amelia turning Emma around to gaze into Amelia’s amused eyes. Emma was still uneasily conscious of the theatre behind her as she could hear from Maisie’s ecstatic gasps and the slosh of vaginal juices. Amelia relaxed her grip on Emma and allowed her to stand back secured by her hands in hers’.

“It’s not a disadvantageous proposal. Indeed, I’d say it’s one which most people working her would fight tooth and nail to be offered. I’ve had the most spectacular sex with employees for much less! But since it involves dear little Maisie as well as you, I thought it better to discuss it with her here.”

“But surely not like that!” winced Emma to the sound of her lover’s passionate cries.

“It’s best that we fully understand ourselves,” Amelia said by way of explanation. She ran her hands up Emma’s arms and then down her waist to secure a grasp at the top of her hips. “You’ve heard of Delia Cook, I believe.”

“Well, yes!”

“She’s successfully broken taboos of acceptability that were once thought unbreakable. And she’s done so by being so very reasonable and so very sensible. Thanks to her, subjects which would have been forever neglected are now open to healthy, frank and open discussion. She and her fat motherly body are no strangers to television interviews on sex television and even mainstream television. There she is, in such a reassuringly ordinary and homely way pushing out the frontiers of sexuality. And she does it so well! Don’t you think?”

“Ye-es?” queried Emma. What had this to do with her?

“I help run a sex television station which has only recently been awarded its fourth X. Quite an honourable position! But I want to do more! I want my station to be in the vanguard - the avant-garde - of sex broadcasting. And it’s in you I invest my hope.” Amelia paused for dramatic effect, while Emma felt distinctly unwell from both the pressure of Amelia’s caresses and the sound of Maisie’s continued orgasmic ejaculations.

“You are the future of this station! I was most impressed by your principled and professional advocacy of this station in the recent campaign for our fourth X and I would like your services - and of course your prestige and salary - to further increase in the promotion of the station. What I would like is for you, and quite naturally your delightful young lover, to further the success of the station by presenting a television series that will present items which are quite deliberately on the most extreme edges of acceptability in your own very sensible and reassuring style. I want you to interview sado-masochists, transsexuals and others and, naturally, show them in action. And most of all I want you to make love with Maisie for the program every week to show the world how healthy and loving a younger/older woman relationship can be. To show the world that it is a natural and fulfilling love which shouldn’t be disdained and reviled, but should be understood and, if not emulated, at least seen.”

“You want me to make love to Maisie in front of the camera...?”

“Of course, my love!” smiled Amelia, kissing Emma full on the lip with a very toothy smile. “I want full, uncompromising sex, using whatever props you feel appropriate, with as much passion as I know you’re capable. I want the two of you ejaculating and orgasming with the freedom and abandon to which I know you’re accustomed. I want as many people as possible to see what a sexual animal you are, and the uses and abuses you put both Maisie’s and your own cunt to!” Amelia forced her lips straight onto Emma’s own and kissed her fully, allowing her tongue to explore the crevices of her molars, with more passion than Emma had ever experienced from her before. “And I know you’ll agree. Not just because your non-compliance could stunt such a promising career, but also because you just don’t know who else might be chosen as a co-presenter with your so very willing young friend!”