I was more than just a bit curious when we finally ended up in an old, mostly vacant, manufacturing part of town. It was obvious that she had made this trip plenty of times before. Emma knew exactly where she was going and made the turns without effortlessly. It was almost as if the car was on auto-pilot. It dawned on me that I was going to get a peek at Emma's private world. Damn, even though I'd known her forever, the last two days had blown my mind. She was now an enigma, and I was dying to know what makes her tick.
I stared up at the old broken buildings appreciating wonderful design work in the intricate stone in the old construction. We rode in silence among the deteriorating buildings and my curiosity about our destination was ratcheting up. Emma's silence said volumes about our destination because wherever we were going was clearly one of her haunts. My angst grew with every turn; I was so ready for more training and I wanted to learn it from Emma. She slowed the car and turned down a narrow side street into a parking lot with some serious security fencing around it. She shut the car off and turned to me with a triumphant smile, "Here we are dearie. Your next big adventure is just about to begin. Pay attention."
Hmmmm, another adventure; seriously? Good god, I'd been through so much in the last two days. I couldn't begin to image what she might have planned. She was eying me, giving me one of her looks and trying to sound ominous but I could tell by the twinkle in her eye that she couldn't wait to get where ever we were going. This wasn't going to be your normal Sunday morning. I could feel it. The anticipation was exhilarating and it amped up the sexual buzz churning through my body. I was all in for whatever was coming my way.
As I slid out of her BMW I caught my reflection in the car window. Shit, the bright sun light turned my blouse totally sheer. It looked as if I had nothing on at all. Obviously part of the plan. We met me at the rear of the car and she gave me a quick peck on the lips and playfully pinched at my very aroused nipples, "Have I told you how beautiful you look this morning, my dear slut?" I was getting ready for one of her wonderful kisses, but without waiting for a response she latched on to each nipple and pinched hard. I winced in pain and yelped. She stared straight into my eyes as she twisted hard causing searing pain to shoot through me. "Remember slut, you're mine and you do exactly as I tell you."
What the fuck! My nipples hurt like hell. She kept pinching my hard nipples and the searing pain throbbed throughout my tits. The look on her face and the commanding tone of her voice excited the shit out of me. Inexplicably my pussy was on fire and I didn't understand the feelings I was experiencing. I was tingling all over and excited like never before. I nodded slowly up and down. Unbelievable, I'd never been so keyed up. The pain combined with her tone had my entire body quivering. Even my nipples got bigger and harder. Shivers ran down my spine and goose bumps sprang up all over my body. Fuck, I knew I'd do whatever she asked me to do.
She pursed her lips and blew me a kiss as she let my nipples go, feigning mock concern as she smoothed the blouse where she wrinkled it while pinching me, "Aw, look what I've done, I've wrinkled your blouse slut." She patted the material and pretended to smooth it out as she flicked my nipples sending little shock waves down to my pussy. She was having fun toying with my oversized nipples. The pain was finally mostly gone and I was starting to enjoy the attention. Then surprisingly, as if an unheard command had been issued, she turned, took my hand like nothing had happened and led me down the narrow side alley.
As soon as I took a step, the little rubber dong wedged snugly at the entrance of my pussy made its presence known. It gently caressed my love tunnel and even though the phallus was on the small side, the intrusion made walking normally an interesting adventure. Ever step caused the fake cock to rub against my swelling clit in the nicest of ways. In a half a dozen steps I was in heaven. Damn, it was a great little toy. Emma still hadn't turned the vibrator on. It was so unlike her not to tease me.
I quickly learned that if I crossed my feet over one another when I took a step, I could force the little cock in deeper. I had to walk very deliberately to do it, but it was fun. I was really working the little cock in my pussy and about half way down the alley I was lagging behind Emma. She glanced back and quipped, "Why so slow slut, got something stuck in your cunt?" She laughed and giggled at her stupid wisecrack. Little did she know how much fun I was having. Finally we reached a door with an old battered "Entrance" sign on it; damn, how clever. The "e" at the end of the word was missing and it had been written in with Magic Marker.
Emma opened the door and motioned for me to walk forward. I stepped carefully into the small, dimly lit room making full use of the step to squeeze my thighs together to push the hard rubber in deeper. The little room piqued my curiosity immediately. First, there was just barely enough light to navigate the room. Second, it appeared we'd just walked into an office right out of the eighties. As our eyes adjusted to the light, I could see an old steel desk sitting in the middle of the room with a couple of chairs in front of it. An old goose neck lamp, providing the only light in the room, illuminated the ancient CRT and keyboard that sat on the desk. Some beat up old filling cabinets lined the wall. The place was musty and dingy, like we were on the set of an old suspense thriller. It was definitely campy and cool.
Emma walked to the desk and used typed something into the keyboard. She sauntered back to me swaying her hips like a stripper. Her bare hips looked sexy as hell. She put her arm around my waist and hugged me tightly. I could feel the warmth of her fingers through the thin blouse. She caressed the bottom of my breast through the soft leather as we stood quietly. Several seconds passed and a spot light in the ceiling flipped on illuminating a door in the corner that had been hidden in the shadows. Then there was the hum of something electronic and the door buzzed open. Fuck, how cool. This place was right out of a spy movie. It was the perfect way for any adventure to start.
Emma's hand slid from my waist into the small of my back and pressed gently heading us down a short hallway. Emma slid her arm around my waist and our hips rubbed erotically as we walked the half dozen steps into a lavishly decorated reception area. A classic, ivory colored French Provincial desk was in the middle of the room. The brunette sitting at the desk stopped what she was doing and sat back in her chair. The vision smiling at us was quite literally the most stunningly gorgeous female I'd ever in my life seen.
Everything about her was astonishing; the low cut electric blue bustier, her dark lush wavy hair, her perfectly made up eyes, her smooth porcelain skin, and her warm enchanting smile. But, her most striking feature was her humongous tits. I mean they weren't just huge, they were unbelievably huge. I mean watermelon sized huge. They were fucking gigantic. I had no idea how the laws of gravity allowed the blue satin bustier to hold them in. I've never seen so much awe inspiring cleavage on one luscious lady in my life. My god her body was mind-boggling. She beamed at Emma with her sultry eyes, "Good morning Miss Emma. Welcome back to Sappho's. It's so wonderful to see you this morning. How may we serve you today?
