Emma's *Second* Time; Part 2

“Ohmigodohmigodohmigaaawwwd,” Emma mumbled, thrashing her head back and forth hard enough that her long, sweat-wet hair actually slapped against the side of your face as you stood over her, drilling into her cunt with your cock.

Taking her from behind had been more ‘dominant’ and she’d liked it, but fucking her on her back meant that Emma could see you. And you’d realised that a big part of her exhibitionism was this escalation of moving from knowing people were looking at her pictures or clips to you seeing her. And using her.

“Don’t you fucking come, you little ginger fuckhole toy,” you growled. She seemed to love the dirt talk. You grabbed her by the face again, your fingers mashing into her skinny cheeks as she grasped and looked at you with wide, lusty eyes. That was another thing that really got her ramping up fast - she liked being choked, just like Sabrina and Katherine, but she really liked it when you palmed her face or hooked your fingers in her mouth. When you **** her to watch you as you pounded into her.

“I won’t,” she promised. “I won’t, I won’t.”

“Good girl,” you grunted, letting go of her face and grabbing her feet. They’d been pressed flat on your chest, her knees bent towards her, and you used that cheerleader flexibility she still held onto and pushed her legs to either side.

Emma could do a full side split, leaving her open for a deep drilling. And that’s just what you did.

“Please,” she begged.

You’d been through the routine of it with her a couple of times already. To be fair, you’d had a surprising amount of sex that day, so your balls weren’t exactly overflowing. Your stamina was up. First would come the begging.

“Please what, Emma?” you asked gruffly.

“Please hit me,” she begged.

“No,” you grunted. She wanted you to slap her. It’s what she was asking for. You definitely were not there - especially because you knew she didn’t want a playful little slap. She wanted you to wallop her on the face as hard as you had spanked her ass. You weren’t sure why she wanted that, or where she’d got the idea, but you’d told her firmly that if she really wanted that then it would be a discussion when you weren’t both in the bedroom or having sex. She’d need to talk about it stone cold, fully dressed and ready to spill her guts about the full what, when, why and how.

Of course, she was Sabrina’s sister, so while she accepted that answer she was also more than willing to use it to her advantage.

“Please?” she begged.

“No,” you grunted again.

“Then please pull on my nipples. Hard.”

She used it as leverage to get other things she wanted. She was a manipulative little slut, and you wondered if that was ‘younger sister syndrome’ or something else.

You leaned down over Emma and grabbed her tits, mauling them with your hands roughly before pinching her nipples between your thumbs and forefingers and pulling on them until her little tits were stretched to their limit as her body lunged under them from your continued thrusts.

“Oooh, fuck, John that’s gooood,” she moaned, wincing a little from the painful pleasure.

You’d thought about breaking out some of the toys from the toy chest Sabrina kept, but figured that would be like opening up Disneyland for her.

Releasing her nipples, you grabbed her sides right under her arms and pulled her skinny body towards you as you thrust into her extra hard a few times. Then you pulled out of her completely. Emma knew what her job was when that happened and both her hands immediately went to her pussy, pulling her labia open in that lewd display she liked to make of herself.

“Nononono, please don’t leave my little fuckhole,” she begged.

Instead of thrusting into her like you had the last two times, which had led to her having more of those bone-melting, body-slackening orgasms that turned her to mush, you pressed your cock to her stomach as you leaned down over her completely, pressing your chest to her hers and feeling the heat from her body. You brushed her face with your hands, moving the sweaty hair from her forehead and staring intensely into her eyes. Her face, even as she was panting for breath through her nose, went stoic again as she looked at you with needy eyes.

“You gave me your virginity,” you said carefully. “And now you’re giving me your trust to have this kind of sex. This isn’t normal for most people, and it shouldn’t be. So whatever happens outside of this bedroom, Emma, be careful who you have this kind of sex with in the future. I need you to promise me that you’ll be careful and not just try and chase a dragon.”

Her stoic expression broke as she looked at you in confusion for a moment, then frowned slightly as her eyes started to water. “Why are you saying this?”

“Because we might have just met, but I care about you,” you said. “As a person in general. As a beautiful, interesting girl who deserves to be cared for. As the sister of my girlfriend, who I love desperately. And I’ve done research over the summer to make sure I’m doing things to keep Sabrina happy and satisfied with her wants. And some of the other women we’ve played with. I’ve seen stories - heartbreaking stories - from real people who had relationships that revolved around rough sex, or BDSM, go horribly wrong because they didn’t take the time to figure out how to do it in a healthy way. So this thing we’re doing? It needs to be able to be put on pause. That’s what I want you to know. There’s no shame in pressing pause, or communicating clearly, or stopping to make sure that the person who’s doing all that hard stuff that puts tingles in your brain also really still cares about you and isn’t just the character they are emphasising.”

Her eyes were still watering as you spoke, and a single tear from the left eye broke and travelled down her cheek towards her ear in a black trail of her messy makeup.

“OK,” she promised.

You kissed her gently, then pressed your forehead to hers. “I’m going to come soon. Are you sure you want your first creampie to be with me? That’s something you could save for the future. For someone special to you.”

“Fuck, John,” she said, looping her arms around your neck and holding you. “If you’re not ‘special to me now’ then when the hell will you be?”

You snorted softly and kissed her again.

“Yes,” she said when it ended. “Dump your load into my slutty little cunt like it’s sextoy."

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