Gentle Persuasion Page 5

  Emma thought how handsome Max looked, wearing a white evening suit which complemented the richness of his tanned skin, his silver hair and small, silver goatee beard. She would not have minded if, as soon as they arrived, he had wanted to take advantage of the dress’s design and make her stand with her back to him, hands braced on the banister while he buggered her, Tanya’s cries of ecstasy as Tom fucked her hard echoed by her own as Max worked his cock into her bowels. But she was prepared to wait, knowing that, unlike Tanya whose appetites were insatiable, Max would make the experience of sodomizing her one to linger over, luxuriate in, ensuring her pleasure was as great as his own.

  “Tanya’s not playing fair, really,” Max said as he walked across to a small table on which was a bottle of champagne and two glasses. “She promised to let Francesca know the moment Tom arrived.”

  Emma made herself comfortable on the leather sofa as Max expertly twisted off the cork and filled the flutes.

  “At the moment our daughter is being thoroughly fucked by a black tennis star which ought to be enough for her,” Max said as he handed Emma a glass of champagne. “But then she’s as greedy as her mother when it comes to having her pussy and ass fucked at the same time, the little minx.”

  “Well she’s old enough now to manage one in each hole,” Emma said, smiling at him. She knew Max’s daughter was only just a teenager and admired her sexual prowess. Emma hadn’t been able to manage being double-penetrated until she was a year older than Francesca.

  Looking around the room, Emma saw several French impressionist paintings. She knew they were originals.

  “I didn’t realize you were an collector, Max,” she said, enjoying the delicious, and very welcome, champagne.

  “Art is the second of my great passions, Emma,” Max said, his eyes meeting hers.

  “And the first?” She assumed he would say ‘women’ which would have been predictable but he didn’t.

  “Making money,” he said, and smiled.

  “Do you have a lot?”

  “Oh, yes. But never enough,” he said, reaching across to refill Emma’s glass. “Money is like sex, you can never have enough.”

  “But you can enjoy what money buys for far longer,” Emma said. “Sex is only for the moment. If I want a man to make love to me he can spend as long as he likes doing it but the pleasure will be gone as soon as he withdraws his cock. Money lasts.”

  “Then you must have been made love to by many uninteresting lovers,” Max said and reached his hand out to cover hers. “Sexual pleasure should be as memorable as closing a huge business deal, intensely exciting, every sense heightened, orgasmic in its effect.”

  Emma put her glass down on the small table at her elbow. Then she turned toward Max, slowly sliding one leg onto the sofa. The gesture made her mini-dress ride up her thighs to expose the pink, swollen lips of her pussy.

  Max did not glance down but Emma did. She could see the length of his cock along one trouser leg, hard against the white material.

  “That must be uncomfortable,” she said softly.

  “A little,” said Max. “Perhaps you would help?”

  Emma stretched her hand out and slowly stroked her fingers over the bulge of Max’s prick, from the glans to the base, and reached for his zip. She slid it down, then pulled the front of his pants open, her eyes widening as Max’s long, thick penis sprang erect, quivering with the intensity of his desire.

  Curling her fingers round the shaft, Emma squeezed gently. The pressure made the foreskin slide back and the glans, already swollen, bulged like a bright, red plum. As Emma watched, a drop of milky liquid appeared and dripped down over her fingers, then another. Her eyes met Max’s and she leaned toward him slowly, wanting to be kissed.

  Emma’s mouth was invaded by Max’s tongue, his lips crushing hers. The cock in her hand grew even harder and Emma broke the kiss, bent her head and encircled the glans with her lips, swirling her tongue around it as she worked her hand up and down the shaft. Max’s fingers sought the zip of her dress and slid it down, then he hooked his thumb in one strap of her dress and pushed it off her shoulder. He did the same with the other strap and Emma wriggled her body to release her breasts, the soft globes pillowing out against the hard muscle of Max’s thigh. He reached for the tip of an exposed nipple and rolled it between his fingers making Emma moan against his cock and slide her mouth further down the shaft. Over half of it fitted in her mouth before she had to come up for air, then she lowered her head again, the thick prick, slick with saliva and pre-come, making her cheeks bulge as it entered the back of her throat.

  Time and again Emma swallowed the syrupy liquid streaming from the head of Max’s cock. She wondered whether to use some of it as lube and slide a finger into his ass, heightening his pleasure as she did with Tom, but she wanted to prolong the sensation of sucking the big, fleshy pole and alternated long, drawing sucks with little flicks of her tongue across the tip, her tastebuds tingling with the hot, salty sweetness of Max’s semen.

  Emma could tell Max was torn between letting her suckle him greedily and wanting to take his pleasure in her pussy and ass with his tongue and prick, now filling her mouth to capacity. His desire to have both made him reach his hand down and under the hem of her dress, pushing it up to her waist to expose the creamy smoothness of her buttocks. Two of Max’s strong middle fingers probed for and found the dripping entrance to her pussy and pushed inside; he extended his index finger and stroked over her clit, covering it with the oily wetness of her sexjuice. Then he began to masturbate Emma in time with her drawing sucks on his cock, a delicious combination that made her climax as soon as he did it, her hips jerking and writhing as her orgasm surged in waves, building, crashing, then building again as Max withdrew his fingers, licked them clean with an audible slurp, and then slid them back into the depths of Emma’s welcoming pussyhole.

  Her pleasure only made Emma more determined to have Max flood her mouth with his come. She was hungry for the viscous mass, wanted to feel it spurting against the back of her throat, sliding down her gullet, filling her belly with its salty goodness. She sucked harder, forcing herself to swallow more of the huge cock on each downstroke, while her fingers eased his balls, heavy as lemons, from the confines of his pants. Emma was pleasantly surprised to find they were shaved smooth, as was his scrotum and she guessed his asshole, and she loved the feel of their soft skin as she fondled the sacs in the palm of her hand, coaxing them to pump out his sperm.

  And then it was happening. Max let out a loud groan of pleasure from deep in his chest and arched his hips up off the sofa, his heavily swollen glans throbbing as he started to come. Warm, creamy liquid gushed from the head of his cock and poured into Emma’s mouth, spurt after spurt, so much she barely had time to swallow before her mouth was full again. Emma was used to Tom’s balls producing a heavy load but even she was surprised by how much there was.

  Finally the flow ebbed and Emma released the heavy prick from the oval of her lips.

  “Thank you,” Max said as he took Emma’s face in his hands and kissed her, his tongue intertwining with hers as he tasted his come. She wondered if he wanted her to hold his sperm in her mouth; some men loved to swallow their own ejaculate, but she had enjoyed the rich flavour too much to think of sharing.

  Max broke the kiss and whispered, “Emma, I must have your ass.”

  “Mmmm, yes Max,” she moaned. “You must.”

  Emma was amazed at Max’s powers of recovery. His prick was already stiff, despite the intensity of his orgasm. He stood up and stripped off his clothes while Emma shrugged her dress off and lay face-down on the sofa, her head on her arms, her breasts mounded against the leather, watching him over her shoulder. Moving closer, Max bent his knees, squatted so his right leg was alongside Emma’s ass and rubbed the head of his prick against her slit, oiling it with her syrupy sexjuice and making her whimper with pleasure.

  “Please, Max,” Emma begged. “I need to be buggered!”

  She
reached between her legs and spread her asscheeks for him, exposing the puckered anal entrance, and his glans brushed her fingertips as he guided the distended tip into her. Her asshole stretched around the fat cockhead and Emma’s breath caught in her throat. She wondered for a moment if her eagerness to be butt-fucked was greater than the ability of her anus to stretch far enough to take the prick entering her back passage.

  “You okay?” Max said without easing up the pressure as he pushed his cock further into her rectum.

  Emma gasped. “Oh, Max! It feels wonderful!”

  Max fucked Emma’s ass slowly, teasing her with his cockhead for some minutes before thrusting his swollen fuckpole deeper into her tight hole. Emma reached between her legs and rubbed her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her rectum. She could hear Max’s cock shuttling back and forth in her back passage: squishing noises erupting from her distended asshole every time he pressed in another inch. Her clit trembled from the furious action of her fingers while Max filled his hands with the fleshy mounds of her breasts. Emma panted and bucked against his cock as he squeezed her jutting nipples between his fingers, tugging at them. And then he was in her ass up to the hilt, stretching her wide, deep in her bowels, and Emma closed her eyes and groaned in ecstasy as her rectal walls clenched round Max’s buggering prick like a hot, velvet glove.

  For long moments Emma did no more than lie still, breathing hard, her anus like a suckling mouth squeezed tight around the base of Max’s cock. “Oh god, that feels so good,” she said, waves of intense pleasure radiating out from her rectum, filled to bursting point.

  Then, panting with effort, she began grinding her asscheeks back into Max’s groin, sodomizing herself in earnest, dragging the taut muscle of her sphincter forward until it met the flare of Max’s glans and then sliding the tightly-clasping walls of her rectal sheath back into his groin until every inch of his hot, hard cock was swallowed up by her asshole.

  The sensation was incredible and Emma lost track of how many times Max ploughed his cock into her back passage, burying the head deep within her welcoming bottom, rubbing his tight, smooth balls against the dripping wet lips of her cunt, groans of pleasure escaping from his chest making her moan in response to his thrusts. Suddenly she felt him force every last inch of his cock into her back passage, his body going rigid, his prick in her bowels swelling as he cried out. His back arched as his balls spurted a gusher of come into Emma’s bowels, a huge load that ran out of her anus and dripped down the inside of her thighs, mingling with a stream of her cunt juice as she, too, shook and shivered in orgasm.

  With an effort, Emma straightened up and pressed her body back against Max’s chest. Her face was contorted with lust as she ran her hands up her body and cupped her hands over his, filled to overflowing with the globes of her breasts.

  “Oh, Max,” she moaned. “I can feel you filling my bowels with your come!”

  Max pumped her bottom with his fuckpole until his balls ran dry. Then he pulled out of her and lay back on the carpet, his chest heaving, his eyes closed, a slight smile on his face.

  Waiting a moment, Emma climbed off the sofa and upended herself over Max, straddling his body so she could suck his come-slick cock deep into her mouth, savouring the taste and smell of her asshole. She didn’t know how he would react when he was presented with her gushing pussy and the gaping entrance to her asshole inches from her mouth, but she was delighted when he showed her he was every bit as greedy as she was and slid his hands round her thighs, pulling her down bodily so his face, and particularly his mouth, was enveloped by her cunt and ass, overflowing with her sexjuice and his semen.

  The only thing Emma hadn’t counted on was how full her bladder was from the champagne and how badly the action of Max’s cock thrusting deep in her bowels made her want to pee.

  “Max,” she cried, trying to climb off his body, “I can’t hold it! I’m bursting to pee!”

  “Yes, darling, yes!” Max cried, holding her tight. “Piss in my face! I want you to!”

  Emma shuddered with relief as a golden stream of hot, fragrant urine gushed from her cunt and flooded into Max’s open mouth. She heard him gurgling as he swallowed, loving the way he rubbed his soaking face between her thighs, wallowing in the salty liquid. She wondered how pleased Tanya would be about the stained carpet but she was enjoying emptying her bladder too much into Max’s mouth to care.

  Eventually Max stopped slurping pee and licking her cunt and Emma lifted herself off his body. She sat on the sofa while Max got to his feet, cock still half-hard, and reached for two bathrobes lying across the back of a chair.

  “Darling Emma, I must go and shower,” he said, pulling on a robe. “You are most welcome to join me.”

  “Thank you, Max,” she said with a smile. “But I’m going to take a moment or two to recover and then go and look for Tom. He loves it when I smell of pee and fresh come and it will be a treat for him.”

  “Surely no more than it was for me,” Max said softly, bending to kiss her.

  As Max left the room, Emma stood up and slipped the robe on. She felt deliciously relaxed from her climaxes and the champagne, her worries when she was in the car dispelled by the wonderful bout of sodomy she had just enjoyed.

  The Richardson’s house had six bedrooms so the party guests could do what they liked to each other discreetly, behind closed doors. Anyone wanting a breather could enjoy the buffet laid out in the drawing room and as Emma climbed the stairs a couple, the man older by 30 years than his partner, a young girl wearing what remained of a school uniform, her breasts bursting out of the barely-buttoned blouse, emerged from the nearest bedroom and made their way past her.

  “Excuse me,” she said. “But have you seen a handsome man wearing a dinner jacket? He was with Tanya?”

  “No, sorry,” the girl said, laughing at something the man whispered in her ear.

  “Thanks,” said Emma.

  Following some instinct, she walked across to the second bedroom and quietly opened the door, reluctant to advertise her presence in case someone tried to draw her into a group fuck. She felt horny enough for whatever anyone wanted to do to her, but she wanted most of all to feel her lover’s lips against hers, his cock filling one of the holes in her body.

  In the very low light, kept that way so famous guests would not be recognized, Emma saw a teenage boy lying on his back on the bed. His legs were being held in the air by a man whose sizeable cock was moving back and forth in the boy’s upturned asshole. The man doing the fucking had strong, muscular buttocks and Emma decided to join in, knowing how much the man with his back to her would enjoy being rimmed at the same time as he was buggering the boy beneath him.

  Emma dropped her robe to the floor and walked closer. She heard the boy being sodomised say, “Harder. As hard as you like,” and saw him bunching the sheets in his fingers, doing his best to relax his anus around the thick, hard cock fucking his back passage.

  Silently, Emma got to her knees and reached up for the muscular man’s buttocks, her fingers pulling his cheeks apart at the same moment as she extended her tongue and began to lick his anus, working her tongue into the man’s rectum in time with his thrusting motions. It wasn’t easy to hold on, but Emma was practiced, having done it often to Tom when he was fucking a boy, and she was pleased to hear the muscular man’s low groan of delight and feel him force a moan of pleasure from the boy’s chest with the renewed strength of his thrusts deep into the boy’s bowels.

  Perhaps it was her skill at rimming, or, more likely the muscular man had been sodomizing the teenager for quite a while, but Emma suddenly felt the man’s body stiffen and his buttocks clench. She was torn between wanting to heighten the intensity of the man’s orgasm and wanting to watch his balls contract and his cock throb as he spurted his spunk into the boy’s receptive rectum.

  Her own pleasure won, and Emma sat back on her haunches, loving the way the man’s buttocks quivered, his legs shaking as he climaxed, burying every last inch o
f his ejaculating cock in the boy’s upturned ass, crying out, “Yes, oh god, yes!” in response to the teenager’s moan of ecstasy.

  Emma recognized the muscular man’s voice immediately.

  She screamed in shock.

  The man pumping the contents of his balls into the teenage boy’s ass was her father, Alex Boswell.

  The boy, startled by Emma’s cry, scrambled off the bed the moment Alex withdrew his cock from the teenager’s gaping anus. Emma reached for the robe she’d dropped on the floor and put it on while her father likewise reached for a robe draped over a chair and made himself comfortable on the bed, lying back against the pillow. For some reason Emma expected him to be as embarrassed as she was but he wasn’t. He didn’t bother to tie the belt of the robe but left it open, his thick cock and large, pendant balls visible to her gaze.

  “Decided against ‘Carmen’ then, did you, Dad?” Emma said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

  She found it hard to believe she had kneeling behind him only a few minutes before, her tongue pushed as far as she could get it into his flexing asshole. Her father’s anus had smelled masculine, clean, exactly the way she liked a man’s hole to be when she was rimming him. Distressed by her guilty pleasure, Emma tried not to look down at her father’s prick lying against his leg.

  She asked, “Is Mummy here, too?”

  “No, darling. At this moment she’s probably lying on her back in a suite at the Dorchester, being fucked silly by a former boyfriend who now owns the biggest semiconductor assembly plant in southern India.”