The Used Condom

"Ben. Phone. Now" Emma demanded, the sound echoing through the gap in the threshold. I couldn't help but feel impatience and jealousy as I stood there at the edge. I felt myself deflate as silence took the basement once more, my stimulus completely gone. I needed to hear, I needed to see. I wanted her so badly, god I needed to feel her - I stumbled forward just as the door suddenly swung open without a sound and thwacked into my nose.

I jumped and yelped startled. I grabbed at my smarting nose as tears welled up in my eyes. But my hands fell away from my nose as Emma's blue eyes greeted me, but it was the smell that hit me first. At first, it was just her soft perfume, but a strong pungency soon engulfed everything else: the sweet sickly smell of sweat and a heavy mix of something foreign assaulted my nose. It wafted in like a tide breaking across the beach, a small gentle wave, a whiff, and then the full aroma of their depravity crashed into me like a flood that threatened to overwhelm my sensitive painful nose.

I've always read about the unique smell of sex in erotica, but smelling it for the first time was a shock to my system. Of course, there was an all too familiar scent; the smell of cum, then something new.

The scent of a woman's pleasure.

The scent was pungent with a sweet musky, and intoxicating fragrance that was so primal and so fucking arousing, I almost came from the smell alone. The monster sensing my weakness, hungered for more washing away any thoughts or questions about propriety. Like a pervert I inhaled, breathing in deeply, drowning in her scents and the smell of sex. Just the memory of her scent would send me over the edge on those shameful nights, but combined with the aroma, it felt like some kind of **** or aphrodisiac mixed perfectly that compelled me to act. I couldn't help it. I didn't even realize what I was doing. It was an **** movement as my hand moved of its own accord, stroking and rubbing at myself as I lost myself in the aroma of their sins.

I stood there feet planted, jerking off staring back at Emma, no thoughts except for arousal in my mind. She was breathing heavily, but she was glowing to me. Her face was flushed red with arousal, and sweat dripped down her face. It was an ethereal image seeing the way her sweat-soaked body shined and glowed in the faint light. Her eyes widened with shock and surprise seeing me so close and for once there was absolutely no trace of her confidence in her expression, just anxiety and uncertainty. She didn't move away, instead, she froze, like a deer in the headlights as I jerked off to her disheveled appearance.

Emma turned her head away from me quickly, her raven hair falling around her face like a veil, heavy, and soaked with sweat. I blinked as I noticed a large gob of semen dripping down from her brow onto her cheek. With the back of her hand, she slowly wiped away the cum from her lips and face, but I couldn't help but notice her pink tongue flickered out and caught a stray glob of white and tucked it inside her lips.

Entranced, my eyes wandered down following the cloudy white trails of cum that dripped slowly down her face to her pale breasts. They were red, mauled by the unrestrained animal lusts of her partners. But it was the sight of the pink condom gripped tightly inside her thighs that drew my attention.

The evidence.

The evidence that Owen had finally fulfilled his wildest dreams. My wildest dreams. The condom was held tight within her lips, but the rim hung loose and its contents spilled out from within leaking all over her thighs. The thick white liquid dripped slowly from her with a pulse as it slowly collected and absorbed into the hem of her white thigh socks, staining it. I stared at the space between her legs, her thighs rubbing back and forth as she shifted her weight back and forth betraying her anxiety. That subtle shift of her thighs **** a new thick dribble to escape from the condom and soon the hem was soaked wet and darkened the fabric with pearly white semen. I was fascinated with the way her lips clutched tightly around the rim of the condom and how the insides of her thighs were painted now white as though an unskilled artist had primed a canvas white with thick gesso.

Emma's mouth opened but no sounds came forth. Her eyes looked up at me, peering at me through the veil of her hair. There was something new in her pensive blue eyes. She stiffened a hand and tucked away the loose locks of hair behind her ears. I couldn't help but think she truly did look like a fey elf maiden with her pale ears poking through her dark hair. The thought was dashed away as I heard a heavy sigh pass through her lips and she pushed herself to stand tall with a new resolve.

My heart fell seeing her anxiety. The way her hand clutched her arms behind her back betrayed her discomfort. There was a vulnerability there and not the one she was projecting with her posture. Whatever she was about to say, it was coming from deep inside her. She cleared her throat with a slight cough. "Do you… still like me?” Emma said with a slight hoarseness. That look in her eyes. There was no way to explain the rush of emotion I felt, or the sudden swell of adoration as I gazed at her, not knowing why. Why?

Why did I find her so irresistible? Why did I like this? It was difficult enough when she was just naked, but now? Seeing the rawness of her emotions. The beauty of her form. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I could never escape her.

I did love her, of course, I did. Well, I mean as much as one could at this stage... right? It's all so early. Could my first love really be the one or was this lustful infatuation... surely... not... right? But my train of thought disappeared, seeing the distress in her eyes.