Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

Em's body turned me on as it always does. I adore her shapely form. Her full B cup boobs on a thin body that usually would indicate A cups. Of course, when I touch her I crave getting my hands and lips into all the moist hallows I can find.

But, as you know, that was not our plan for today. Today she was going to use our new strap-on on me. It didn't matter to me how she used it. I just craved being used and she, likewise, relished dominating me.

Turning away from me she fumbled while fastening the new device. When she was finally ready to show off she turned back to me. She stood there, gorgeous tan skin and long shiny flowing hair. She was totally nude except for the harness and long red phallus protruding menacingly from her midsection.

The contrast between her petite femininity and the ultra masculine silicone cock was mind blowing. My thoughts flashed back to some old Vallejo picture I'd seen once long ago. She stood posing there like a naked warrior brandishing a mighty weapon. Momentarily, she took my breath away.

I sat up quickly. Getting into what I perceived to be an appropriate role for the scene. I bowed my head waiting in submission.

Her arms dropped and her demeanor changed. Briefly out of character, she played the part of the Director, plainly she said, "Oh. Not submission. You should cower in fear. Resist. Struggle." (And to think, we were usually so in sync.)

I tried again. I backed up against the headboard pulling the blankets up like a shield behind which I could hide.

She smiled a satisfied grin, then thought again. Rummaging through her dresser drawer she pulled out a zebra print thong and matching bra. "Put these on." This was new for us. I'd never dressed in any clothing before for sex, let alone anything of hers.

The thong went on just fine but we needed to extend the straps on the bra to get it to fit.

"Perfect." She commented, "You are a vanquished princess. A virgin. Now defend your honor."

She took a step toward me with the red cock pointing right at me. Normally, (we've been playing this game for only three weeks so how much normal is there yet?) I would have just positioned myself to do whatever she wanted, but today she wanted me to resist.

I spied the door and decided if I were lucky I could get past her. I made a run for it! However, she only needed to take one step to the side to block my exit. "Overpowering" me, she pushed me back, wrestling me toward the bed. I tripped for real, falling on my naked ass. She pinned me with my back against the sideboard and my head against the mattress.

The big red cock was pointed at my face now. It stood up but was still a little floppy, so it bounced like a real dick. She tried to jam it in my mouth, but since I was resisting I merely had to turn my head. The dildo glanced along the side of my face.

Trying again she took hold of my head. I decided to play a little longer so I refused to let her turn me. She was attacking me with all her strength and getting winded. Try as she might, she wasn't quite able to get it in my mouth until she used her knees to hold my head in place.

I clenched my teeth which allowed her dick to only get past my lips. Her next tactic was to hold my nose. It was easy for me to breathe through a little gap at the side of my mouth – but what fun would that be. After a bit I "needed" air so I took a big gasp for breath.

This was her chance. She stuffed her cock in my mouth as soon as it opened. It didn't go in as easily as a real dick so we spent some time getting it wet before she was to"rape" me.

She needed to raise up on her toes to line it up. With both her knees and her hands holding my head she was able to slowly direct it deeper into my mouth. It was thinner than Nick's, and Colin's so when it got to my throat it didn't get stuck. I wonder if she planned that when we picked it out?

I gagged and choked a considerable amount. Nevertheless, she got all seven inches of her long red dick buried to the hilt.

With her leaning forward like that I could see that she was off balance. This was a good time for the plot to thicken. I pushed on her thighs causing her to fall backward. After checking that she was OK, I scooted around to the other side of the bed on my hands and knees.

I didn't have a plan but if I could find some sort of weapon I could fight back. Of course, we didn't have any prop knives or anything. Opening the bedside drawer I spotted a large yellow vibrator. I snatched it up, pretending it was a knife. Standing there in my zebra thong and bra, holding it like a knife, I slashed the air between us, threatening, "Let me go or I'll cut you!"

Emmy tried hard to hold back a laugh and a small smile crept across her face. In turn, she smiled wide, impersonating Crocodile Dundee, "That's not a knife…" Here she picked up an umbrella, waving it confidently, "That's a knife."

The comedic touch was perfect. We burst out laughing.

Taking every advantage, with the larger weapon, she backed me up until I fell on the bed with my legs over the side. She jumped on my chest, her cock bounced, slapping my lips several times. She held the umbrella to my throat, "Do you yield, virgin?"

"I do, I do! I give up."

"Then do you promise to be my slave and bear my children? I nodded. "Good, we shall be wedded in a fortnight. And upon that date I will impregnate you. Until then you shall serve my mighty cock." She shoved the end between my lips and I sucked it happily.

After a few minutes she told me to get back on the floor against the side of the bed. We had fun with her fucking my face, making me take the thin dick to the hilt repeatedly. I learned how to let it snake down my throat without choking or gagging. For a little while in there she also pretended to be Colin feeding me his cock.

When the games were over she just wanted a quick release so she straddled my face rubbing herself on my lips and forcing me to jerk off at the same time.

After that we couldn't stop cracking up every once in a while while making dinner and getting ready for bed.

Once in bed, I asked, "What are we gonna do about Colin?"

Emmy turned to me, "I know you're anxious to pull the trigger, but I want you to promise me not to confront Colin until we have a truly spectacular and fitting end. OK?". I made a solemn promise and we agreed to sit down in the morning to concoct our scheme.

To be continued in "Emmy and the Blackmailer"

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