Emily visit's much sooner than I thought

I left the Johnson's apartment rock hard and incredibly confident. I debated just leaving right then and there to try and find a random woman to fuck to keep the rush going but... well I wasn't a confident person by nature, the momentary bravado I had in the moment was already starting to wane and I instead decided to just walk across the hall back to my place to shower up after yesterday's experience.

It was just down hill from there too to be honest. By the time I got out of the shower I was back to my moral conundrum, was what I doing really ethical? Just because I could didn't mean I should....

I was just going in circles though. I was torn between horny at the mere thought of my chubby, MILF neighbour coming over to serve me and remorseful. Once again paralyzed by indecision I went back to the familiar habit of trying to just distract myself and turn off my brain by focusing on a game. I wish I could say it made the twisting in my stomach stop, but it never did... next time maybe?

I was starting to slip back into my normal habits before I even realized. It only really struck me when I stopped gaming to microwave a frozen burrito. It was a scary and frustrating realization that I needed to grow up and make a decision instead of flip-flopping like I always did. Which is why it surprised me when I heard a knock on my door, and even more surprisingly, I was eager to answer, anything but confronting my own personal issues. Most surprisingly though was standing on the other side was Emily.

I'd spent so much time distracting myself and running in circles I'd managed to forget that Emily and what I'd asked – ordered actually – of her was the source of my latest crisis. In my defense, she'd been making excuse after excuse earlier, so even thought I tried to **** myself onto her to do list I figured I'd given her enough leeway to put me off for at least today.

"Evening. I'm here to let you fuck me." Emily gave me a tired smile, the words flowing effortlessly from her lips.

She maintained a pleasant, even smile, the kind that a person wore to be polite rather than any true joy, and she definitely looked worn out, her hair was down now, the dirty blonde locks reaching just past her shoulders, but they were frazzled and messy, it looked like she didn't even comb it after letting it down. She was still wearing her tight yoga pants and pink tank top from the morning, perhaps a little more stained, not that I took mental note of every blemish new or old, but now she was barefoot, her toenails painted red, but the paint was chipped and old. And she was carrying a reusable grocery bag.

A decision was quickly being made for me as I was starting to get horny again just looking at her. She was this close to being mine, to do whatever I wanted with, just as soon as I grew a big enough pair to take advantage of her.... I couldn't silence that nagging voice in the back of my head completely, but thinking with my dick instead, I stepped aside to let her into my home.

"I wasn't exactly sure how you wanted me so I just came straight over after putting everyone to bed. I packed some lingerie and my pajama's though in case you wanted to keep me overnight or dress up or something." Emily lifted up her grocery bag as emphasis before casually taking in her surroundings, "Keeping things clean I see." Her smile perked up just a bit at that, actually genuine at her own joke.

It really drove home just how little she seemed to care about me ordering her to come over whenever she was available. She treated it like an average, normal interaction, so much so that she was able to slip into casual, friendly conversation without batting an eye.

"Yeah, well it'd only been a day, even I can't cause that much chaos." I gave a weak laugh, struggling to match her wit.

She still smiled warmly– politely.

"You look great though. I'm sure you'll be fine in anything. I just kinda assumed you'd be naked since we'd be fucking, so bringing clothes is a plus... I like the initiative!" I hadn't actually thought about any of that, my mind was only focused on getting her over so I could hump her like a horny degenerate.

"Thank you, Mr. Moore." She nodded again, her smile getting a little bit brighter at the genuine compliment.

It was such a strange situation to me still. She hardly spared a thought to following orders but being praised for her personal decision's related to an order still seemed to tickle her pride.

"Sorry if I smell a little funny though. I wasn't exactly sure if I had time to shower or not but I figured you'd probably be making a mess out of me anyways so I just decided to come over as soon as I could."

"Completely fine. I think I actually enjoy your smell based off of..." I stopped. The memory of yesterday still was... complicated, I was about to take the plunge I'd regretted the day before but the reminder of my own conflict made talking about it still a confusing feeling.

It seemed to only be awkward for me though because Emily hardly seemed to notice my hesitation,

"I'll keep that in mind." She coolly responded, her eyes flicking upwards for a moment as if she was taking a mental note.

"And you don't have to keep calling me Mr. Moore... it's... kinda awkward."

"So what should I be calling you then?"

"Oli–" I paused, my cock practically screaming at me to carpe this diem, "Actually call me Owner." Even powered by lust it felt like an absurd line from me deepest, cringiest fantasies.

"Owner. Got it." Emily wasn't judging me though. Not outwardly anyways.

"Uh... Only while you're available for sex though." My nerves got the better of me, constantly overthinking, constantly worrying....

It struck me that if I left it permanent that might break one of my own personal rules. As minor an infraction as it would've been I immediately felt more comfortable with even that much of a boundary established.

"Kinda like a safe word then? Or I guess the opposite?" Emily's expression grew thoughtful at that and she seemed mildly impressed, in the genuine kind of way a person would react to be shown how to add an attachment to an email or something similar.

"A danger-word." I nodded solemnly.

That finally got a good chuckle from her, and immediately I felt myself relaxing. As twisted and deviant and... conflicted as I was, the friendly comforting sound of laughter was encouraging.

"So whenever I call you Owner I guess that'll mean I'm free for you to fuck and I'll just call you Mr. Moore when I'm busy?"

"Oliver is fine too... I think I already said that actually." I paused as I tried to remember such a minor event, "...twice now?"

"Ahah... Just... feels a little awkward I suppose what with you being my owner and all."

"Right well... anything you're comfortable with is fine I guess." It still felt weird to be granted such respect, but I was starting to feel if I was actually planning on embracing my position even a little bit, accepting being seen as someone worthy of respect was the lowest hurdle I'd have to clear, "Just as long as you remember Owner is for free-use mode."

"Free-use?" Emily cocked her head slightly.

For a moment I froze wondering if what I said was that absurd. Then I realized not everyone spent as much time browsing porn and researching kinks as me. Some people had lives and enjoyed vanilla fun.

"It's a kink." I looked away, even though I was planning on fucking her, something she was well aware of and came over specifically for, something about explaining a fetish to her felt like too much information. Too much head thinking I guess, "Basically means I can just walk up and fuck you however I want whenever I want no matter what you're doing."

"So all women are free-use for you then, aren't they?" She wasn't embarrassed though, which helped me considerably, she just still just seemed unsure of my explanation.

"I mean, yeah... I guess... but outside of porn it's a bit more complicated. Sometimes it's dangerous to just pull a girls pants down and fuck her, like if you were cooking and had a knife, or were boiling something, or if you were rushing to an emergency or something I didn't know about."

"Oooh I see! Yeah free-use mode does seem like a good idea. Thank you for that Owner, I'll definitely remember that!" She gave me another bright smile at being given a sex trigger she could flip on her own.

It was so genuine and pure... I couldn't hold back. The nagging doubts had been completely drowned out by the blood pumping to my cock and I quickly dropped my pants, my heart pounding as I was really going for this.

"Good. Now blow me."

Emily's eyes went wide as she followed my pants to the floor, flicking back up to my bouncing cock as I stepped out of them, but soon her expression settled and she nodded resolutely, setting down her bag of clothes and lowering herself to her knees at my feet. She didn't waste a second wrapping her slender, clammy fingers around my cock, sending a shiver up my spine, before she wrapped her soft gentle lips around the head of my cock and immediately started sucking.

I let out a low groan instantly, my balls tightening up for a moment as my entire body tensed and relaxed at the sudden pleasure. I'd been waiting on tenterhooks for this all day and despite the conflict part of me wanted this so badly that I was awash with pleasure at finally feeling her on my cock it was almost indescribable. As soon as I relaxed and leaned into the pleasure I reached down and placed a hand on her head, stroking her messy hair in appreciation as this married woman next door started to slurp and bob her head like a baseless whore, not a devoted wife and mother.

There was something about her expression though when I suddenly dropped my pants....,

"Emily?"

"Mmpgh?" She moaned, her mouth full of my cock, her focus still entirely on bobbing her head methodically and dutifully.