Under Wraps - Love Under Lockdown

Giving her a moment to get used to being stuffed so completely, I put my hand on her other hip; pulling back to about half-mast, I began to pump my cock inside her sweet little pussy. I could hardly believe the pleasure that washed over me. She felt so amazingly good, it was almost too much for my mind to hold. She was also making sounds I had never heard before, which made me think she was rather enjoying herself too. The more I pumped, the more relaxed I could feel her getting.

I started gaining speed gradually, until I was fucking her at a good, steady rhythm. Emma sent up songs to Venus as I did so, letting her pleasure be known to all. Again, she began to tremble as a second orgasm rattled through her like a freight train. I had to hold onto her to keep her from falling over as her knees buckled.

Sitting back down, I guided her with me, keeping my cock deep inside her. Soon enough, my little darling rallied and started riding me reverse cowgirl style, which seemed oddly fitting. She leaned onto my knees with the flats of her palms for support as I kept a good hold of her hips, her luscious little pussy stroking the length of my throbbing shaft with increasing speed and intensity until she was pounding herself down on me with abandon, making her pleasure well known.

To my surprise, she didn’t need a break after her third massive orgasm. As she moved up along me, I thought to take my cock out of her, which she did, stroking it as it came out of her thoroughly fucked pussy. She wasn’t finished yet, however. Angling my cock a bit more, she lowered herself back onto it, easing it slowly into her ass. I could hardly breathe, it felt so good, her tight little asshole squeezing me in its warm embrace.

She looked stoic as she took it in, betraying no signs of significant pain. Getting halfway down my cock, Emma took up the same position she had with my cock in her pussy and started to ride me, getting to surprising speeds, nearly howling with pleasure as she pounded my monster cock into her beautiful asshole…

I came in a gush, doing my best to catch it all in a wad of tissue, which was not unlike trying to stop a river with a mop. Getting cleaned up, I went out into the main room. The real Emma was already there, sitting at the table again, legs crossed, back straight, eyes clear, and ready for anything.

Or so she thought. I wanted her so much. If I could, I would have taken her right there on the table, but I knew that could very well be the end of my career. That side of things would have to stay in the realm of fantasy.

Chapter Three

Emma

I hadn’t seen him when I came back with my stuff. I figured he must be in the bathroom, or at the vending machine, or something, so I just sat back at the table and decided to wait. There were still lots of minibar goodies to be eaten, so I was set.

I had never been to a hotel so nice. The only places I had ever stayed as a kid were motels along the interstate, the kind of places that usually catered to long-haul truckers and drunk teenagers from town. My daddy was the former and had been the latter, so he felt right at home there. I just hadn’t known any other life.

It was the same with my hometown. I’d heard the stories of the big city, and I knew a fair few kids who dreamed of going there, of ‘getting out,’ as they called it. I never really felt like that. I guess it helped that we didn’t have a TV or Internet. Mama wouldn’t allow it. Said it brought the Devil in.

When I was a teenager, though, my Daddy got me a smartphone, for emergencies, and to give me a small taste of normalcy.

It was like a piece of alien technology. A treasure, and my own little secret.

But the tempting lure of technology had sucked me in, and before long, I’d fallen down the rabbit hole of the internet.

And one little pop-up had stirred a whole new awakening..

Daddy never found out what I had done, which was lucky, because if he’d told my mama, I would have really been really in for it.

For days after seeing the videos, I would think about them. They didn’t seem so bad, the way I remembered them. Pretty soon, I started to get pretty excited and would touch myself down there, gently rubbing my pussy as I remembered them. The incident with the phone when I was 15 was pretty much my sexual awakening, not just in terms of sexual feelings in general, but also realizing that I was ‘kinky.’