"If I give you a hug, will you leave?" Vince asked, seeing a little opening to get her to set him free. He was tied to his bed with his current girlfriend, Caroline, lying beside him. She was sleeping heavily, apparently, somehow drugged by Emmanuelle.
Emmanuelle... a rich, daddy's girl. When they first met, he was in heaven. Not only was she rich, but she was wild... in and out of the bed. He was living a dream, traveling around the world and having some incredible sex. He couldn't ask for a better life.
But then things changed. She started having more sudden mood swings and she started having these fantasies that he was cheating on her. It started slowly enough, with their first arguments only being once a month or so. But then they became more and more frequent and it seemed like nothing he did convinced her that he wasn't cheating on her. To her, everything was just some elaborate scheme or setup, that she was now just seeing for the first time.
When her mood swings started becoming more common, down to once a week, then almost every other day, he knew this wasn't going to work. No matter how much he pleaded with her daddy to get her some help, he believed everything his daughter said and refused him.
So, with no other choice to save his own sanity, he broke up with her. He tried to break off contact with her, but somehow she always found a way to find him and control him. Having a filthy rich, crazy stalker, he found, was extremely difficult to deal with.
And now, it was two years after they broke up and he found Emmanuelle in his living room late on a Friday night, naked and masturbating. When he tried to force her to leave, she jabbed him with a syringe and he fell into a deep sleep.
While he was unconscious, she managed to drag him to his bed, and tie him up. She had a plan. A plan that Vince wanted no part of... but at the moment didn't have much choice in the matter. She was now on the bed with him, naked except for crotchless, black hose and she was teasing his hard cock.
"I miss you so much... I just need to feel you." Emmanuelle sat up, moving up the bed to give him a hug, then suddenly stopped. "Are you... are you staring at my boobs?" she asked playfully. She grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed them while looking at him, showing them off. "Getting one last eyeful? Do you miss my body? It's really too bad that your new slut isn't anywhere nearly endowed as me."
Emmanuelle started getting excited, knowing that Vincent really did want her, really did love her. His physical reaction to her and now his lustful stares, really showed his love for her. She started bouncing on the bed.
"I feel your love, Vincent! I feel it! Don't you want to have sex with me?"
"Emmanuelle... Emmanuelle... shh... just... be calm, ok?" Vince was suddenly scared that she changed her mind... she wasn't going to free him just yet.
"I'm calm... I'm calm," she said and stopped bouncing. She smiled at him, her face beaming with joy. "And I... I have an idea... my love. I want to have sex with you one more time. I just need closure."
"Closure?"
"Yes... I just need to feel you inside of me one last time," she said. Her hand slid over his abdomen, her fingers wrapping around and slowly stroking his cock. "Then I'll go away forever. Just... please. That's all I want."
"Emmanuelle... stop. I'm... I'm with Caroline now," he said. In no way did he believe she'd just go away forever. And, unfortunately, he could tell her he didn't want her, but his body was saying something completely different. Emmanuelle always had a way of getting him excited on a moment's notice. And today, she was doing it perfectly. He was rock hard.
"Vincent... your cock is sooo hard for me right now," she said laying down, her head on his thigh as she slowly stroked him. "Are you not getting laid enough? Are you not getting your... release?" She leaned forward and kissed his shaft, then slid to the top and sucked on the head, moaning. "Don't tell me you have to jerk off all by yourself."
Vince shook his head. "No, I don't Emmanuelle, that's not true. My life with Caroline is great. And my sex life with her is great, too."
"It's not true? Oh... yeah.. I believe that," Emmanuelle nodded, rolling her eyes knowing that was definitely a lie. "I bet the whore doesn't give you anywhere near the amount of sex you need. I know how you are. You need it multiple times a day. She probably fucks you less than once a week... and she probably schedules it. Is that what the circled X's are on the calendar in the kitchen, Vincent... sex nights with the prude? There aren't many of them at all."
Vince had to admit, Caroline's desire to schedule everything, even their sex life, made things rather boring and dull. He wished there was more spontaneous passion... but they just weren't there yet. He knew he'd open her up soon. Sometimes it just took time.
"I bet you're sooo backed up," she said, sucking him into her mouth again and then stroking him. "I remember everything that excites you, Vincent. How could I possibly forget? High heels... black stockings... short, short skirts... slutty tops that show so much titty. I remember all the lingerie you bought me when we were together. Do you recognize these hose?" she asked stroking her thigh and attracting his attention to them.
Vincent had noticed and those black stockings were definitely a favorite of his. He remembered the first time she wore them... when they went to the movies... and she didn't wear panties... and he fingered her. God, that was hot!
Emmanuelle giggled as she felt his cock lurch in her hand. "You bought them for me. And I love to wear them as often as I can to remember you. They make my legs look so great, don't you think?"
"Yeah," Vince said softly. He was so screwed... all he could do was going along with this until she untied him.
"And I bet you want to touch them," she smiled deviously. "I know you want to. You can say it... it's not betraying anything. You're just telling the truth. Come on, she won't know. Just for old-time's sake. Go on, touch my legs... I know you want to."
Emmanuelle moved her leg up to his face and hands so that he could touch her leg and foot. He stroked her leg slowly, feeling the silky fabric. He couldn't hide the fact that he did love the look and feel of hose.
"They feel so good don't they?" Emmanuelle smiled, knowing that she was getting to him. She knew he wanted her... she just had to bring out the real Vincent. "I know you want to kiss them. Yeah... hold my foot... and give it just a little kiss. Don't be shy about it. I've seen so much more from you. Come on... don't be shy... I can see you want to. That raging hardon from seeing my sexy body. It's not the first time that's happened. Go ahead... admit it."
Vince kissed her foot and felt her wiggle her toes against his cheek. She giggled playfully.
"What other parts of my body do you miss?" she asked, seductively. "Come on, tell me."
"Your... your lips," Vince said, playing along.
"My lips?" she smiled. "What about them do you miss? Hmm? Come on... you can tell me. Tell me why you like them. You owe me that."
"I like... kissing them," he said softly.
"You like kissing them? Mmm... You like the way they feel on your lips?"
