Emily's Dilemma by Gabriella Como Page A

her. A white terry cloth towel covering her
breasts and buttocks had the desired effect on Mitch. He offered
her the cabernet, clinked glasses together again, and leaned on the
bar. She leaned too. She was a bit more comfortable now, even after
the first erect penis in her mouth, and after the first ejaculation
on her face in her lifetime. Laura showed her videos of cocksucking
and facial ejaculations. Laura wanted Emily to know what happened,
so as not to be surprised and react in a negative way. Laura taught
her how to handle when a man wants to ejaculate on a woman's face.
She taught her to close her eyes while it happened. Laura taught
her how to breathe through it. She got through this experience, as
disgusting and humiliating as it was. But now, she knew that a
funny-looking penis was going to penetrate her, and although
Laura's videos helped prepare her, she had no idea of how it was
going to feel.
    Mitch Jr. spent time making idle conversation
with Emily. In fact, all he was doing was recovering from his
mind-blowing orgasm and letting his body refill whatever bodily
receptacles needed refilling so he could do it again. Mitch asked a
lot of questions, to which the trained Emily had answers or
non-answers for: where do you live, do you go to college, where do
you come from, does your parents know what you're doing, etc. Emily
offered enough to call it conversation, but no more. This kept
Mitch interested, as he was realizing this Kimber was unlike anyone
he ever met. She was young and inexperienced, but almost on
purpose. As if designed that way to meet a special need at a
special time, never to be really the same again. He began to think
he might want to see her again, but that would mean paying what
probably was a premium price, and he was still in school. He knew
his father spent a ton on her, but didn't know how much, and
probably wouldn't do it again. His curiosity with her led to a
frustration that he might never have the opportunity again with
her. He asked the kind of questions designed to skirt around the
business and privacy rules of her current career, to see where she
lived, or what school she went to, so he could see her outside of
her job and maybe make something–anything–happen with the two of
them. But such are the dreams of young males in heat.
     
    Now he was ready for the next round. He was
glad he got to see his load of semen all over Emily. He was very
proud of his capacity, and often told girls about it, hoping they
would want to see it in person. Few but the sluttiest ever took him
up on it.
     
    Emily was now clean and dry, and was
composed. She still wore the towel around her as she leaned against
the bar holding her glass of wine. Mitch tore off his towel to
reveal his growing member. In all the videos Laura showed Emily, no
man had ever had such a head on his penis as did Mitch. Freakishly
grotesque, thought Emily. Mitch's sudden nakedness announced that
it was time to do some more business. The look in his eye turned
aggressive, and that unnerved Emily. He tore Emily's towel off and
threw it behind him. He looked at her clean, youthful body, no
longer bearing his semen trails. He got immediately excited, and
blood filled the chambers in his penis. He firmly led her to the
teak dining table and pushed her over it. Her buttocks stuck out.
He took them in with his dark eyes. He brought his penis between
her legs. Emily, at this point, knew this was the moment of truth.
This would hurt. She reached down to help guide his penis into the
small opening. She was not wet at all. She quickly moistened her
fingers to try and lubricate the area. It helped, but more was
needed. Thinking fast, she turned around and asked Mitch if he had
any suntan oil around. He found some and gave it to her. She took
it, poured some on her hand, and took his massive mushroom-capped
penis and rubbed the oil all over it, to his delight. This was
going to save her some pain, she thought. So let it happen now.
     
    She