Suite du Em

While the Girl from 4G is distracted, signing for the kebabs with a large flourishing 'M', you shoot Fay a suspicious look out the corner of one eye. She put a stop to your rigorous fuck session at a half hour, practically less than a quickie for the two of you, to insist you try on every piece of clothing you owned and parade in front of her until she found an outfit she deemed acceptable. This gray Henley had been more or less a poncho on you before, but now it's so snugly fitted that every swell of your adonis-like build is on full display. And as for the black jeans she picked out for you, well, Fay has already given you four playful smacks on the butt, and the last time she even said 'Me~ow!'. It's still deeply confusing to have passionate sex with a girl who then immediate turns around and dolls you up for the sake of other women, but here we all are. You just aren't sure what other tricks she might have up her sleeve. And so you're keeping an eye on her.

Also, the kebab guy gives you a look like he wants to **** you when Em and Fay link their arms through yours and start to lead you off on a pleasant stroll through the neighborhood. So probably better keep an eye on him, too.

You're doing your best not to fixate on the way that Fay's small breast and Em's much larger boob squish into the sides of your arms, because your dick blowing out the zipper of these jeans would A. not make a very good impression and B. make it difficult to return them, probably. Fay seems to absolutely sense that you're fighting back a hard-on, judging by the way she lightly rubs her pert tit against you as she ravenously attacks her kebab. Em, thank God, seems blissfully unaware. The girl politely finishes her current mouthful, then flashes you one of those brilliant white smiles. "So, Specifically Alexander. Have you been in the building long?"

Years. "Uh, not all that long, I suppose."

"Yeah? You seem like a bit of a fish out of water, if you don't mind me saying. How're you liking city life?"

You grew up here. You've never actually been anywhere else. "I'm...acclimating. There've definitely been some curve balls lately."

Em hums at that, cocking her head to one side. "Like what?"

Fay decides to answer for you, dropping her skewer in a waste basket and setting about wriggling yours out of your hand. "Like he got fired yersterday."

Your longtime crush makes a sympathetic noise at that, reaching out to lightly touch your chest. "Oh geez, I'm sorry to here that!" She traces her soft fingers down your powerful chest a bit further than can be called strictly platonic, and the fact that you don't flood your pants right then and there is a monument to your sheer **** of will. "Do you think you'll be alright?"

You cough to clear your mind of the insane impulse to just rip off all of your clothes right here and see what happens. "I should be. If this winds up being the worst thing that happens to me, I'll be a pretty lucky guy."

Em's hazel eyes sparkle at that. "Good attitude! I like that."

Fay is halfway through eating your kebab at this point. "What do you do, Em?

You might be wrong, but it almost seems like your hot neighbor smirks at that. She glances sidelong at you, and when she doesn't spot whatever it is she appears to be looking for she gives an airy shrug. "Oh, this and that. I squirreled away some money so I could move out here and work on some projects. Multi-media stuff."

Fay seems deeply impressed by that answer. "That's so cooool~! I wanna do multi-media stuff! And I'm not even totally sure what it is!"

You can't help grinning at your magical companion. "That's good! All the experts say that knowing about what you want to do just gets in the way."

As Em laughs at your absolute nothing of weak-ass joke, Fay's eyes give off a tiny flare, her full lips twisting into a diabolical little grin as she watches the other girl touch your chest again. What is she up to? You don't have to wonder for long, because she slips her arm out of yours and starts off in the opposite direction, calling to the two of you over her shoulder. "Anyways I've gotta go sooo many errands thanks for lunch nice to meet you have fun okay byeeee~!!"

Em watches her go with a bemused quirk of her eyebrow, slipping free from you to fold her arms under her breasts. "Huh. Didn't expect that."

"Didn't expect what?"

"She's giving us room." Em turns to face you, her hazel eyes teasing behind her stylish glasses. "She seems to think you're going to make a move on me." You vainly hope that she doesn't notice the way you flush red at that, but by the way her little smile spreads into a grin she plainly does. "Oh my God, you're just too much! How are you this shy? If you were even slightly less hot it would be obnoxious."

You realize that at some point you and Em started a game, and are surprised to find you know how to play it. "I'd think by now you'd be used to guys turning stupid around you."

Em snorts a laugh at that, clearly pleased. "True." She eyes you up and down again, her smile widening as she considers what she's seeing. "So hey. Your sister's gone now, time for Real Talk: You really don't know who I am?" When you shake your head 'no', she takes a step forward, causing her substantial boobs to just barely brush against your chest. Fuuuck, was that on purpose? "Well then. I...?!"

She cuts off with a strangled noise as her eyes trail down your body, and you realize that you've lost the battle with your insurgent cock. As Em stares in disbelief at the fist-sized lump it does its best to explode your overtaxed jeans. You've got to say something. "Em, I--"

She cuts you off, her tone suddenly professional and commanding. "Come with me."

"But I--"

It's already too late, and you find yourself being dragged back to the apartment building by the abruptly icy Em. You shoot the kebab guy a pleading look for help, only for him to pantomime slashing a throat with his tongs as you pass. Before you know it, you find yourself standing awkwardly in what must be Em's apartment, the girl closing to door securely behind her before turning to address you. "Okay. Clothes off."

She says it with such an air of calm authority that you suddenly find yourself buck naked in what is essentially a stranger's apartment, said stranger slowly circling you as she takes in your herculean form. You're sweating bullets as she mutters something under her breath, her hazel eyes darting over all of your parts like an expert butcher inspecting a side of beef for flaws. She gives no betrayal of whatever conclusion it was she came to as she reaches your front again, simply nodding towards your semi-erect cock. "Get that hard, please."

You very nearly stammer out something about it being rude to masturbate at someone in their own apartment, only to find your magically enhanced manhood swelling with blood at Em's instruction. You grit your teeth, balls already churning as your rod goes from an impressive chub to a full-on raging horsecock in a matter of moments. This time, Em can't fully maintain her facade of detached professionalism, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes as your dick announces its full size to the world. She recovers quickly, tapping her fingers in distraction as she stares at your cock for a long moment. At length, she speaks. "Well. It's not the biggest dick I've ever seen. It's...hrm." She trails off at that, apparently reconsidering as she does some math under her breath. You're pretty sure you heard the words 'girth' and 'length' mentioned more than once. Eventually, she amends her previous statement. "Okay. It's maybe not the biggest dick I've ever seen."

You have no idea what the response to that is. "Oh. Cool?"

It apparently didn't matter, because Em bursts into excitement as she indicates the rest of you. "But look at the whole package! Who cares if you've got the biggest dick in the world, you've got the biggest dick on a hot guy in the world! Do you live in the gym?! Have you ever eaten a carb?" She holds her hands out to you in a show of appeal, gesturing down to your furiously hard shaft. "You got an erection at will. You have been holding it this whole time. That is talent. You're like a savant or something!"

Still no idea. "Oh. Um...c-cool?"

Again, it's lucky that your answers still don't seem to matter, because the next thing you know Em has pressed herself against you, her big breasts squished unbearably against your naked chest as she slips her glasses off. "The only thing left to do is test you for staying power. Think you're up for it?" You nod frantically and she smirks, laying a kiss on your broad chest as one hand snakes down to wrap itself around the base of your enormous cock. You can only quiver and grunt as her lips caress a path down your sculpted form, the girl sinking fluidly to her knees as she delicately lifts your dick to continue her trail of kisses up your throbbing shaft. Her clever hand quickly swipes over your tip, smearing your length with your copious pre, and then she carefully plants her plump lips over your bulbous cockhead and looks up to catch your gaze. She locks eyes with you, waggles her eyebrows, and the inexorably starts to swallow your huge manhood inch by inch. And in that moment, you realize exactly who she is.

You want to tell yourself that it wasn't the glasses, that it was mostly the lack of a silver wig and the fact that she had clothes on? But let's face it: it was the goddamn glasses that fooled you. Because Em, your neighbor, the Girl from G4 and the source of nearly all of your recent sexual fantasies, is in fact Embry Ambrosia, Number One ranked model on PornHub five years running and notorious power player in the world of Adult Entertainment. All of the wild stories you've heard about her rush into your mind as she takes your dick all the way to the balls, her throat beginning to undulate in a way that should be impossible for a mortal human. Is it true she's the daughter of a US Senator and a male escort? Did she really star in a teen soap while simultaneously taking the porn world by storm, all through use of clever disguise? The rumors are endless and stranger still, but all you know is that right now you're doing your best to not drown her with your cum. And it's taking every single ounce of control that you've got.

Hopefully she's impressed you've lasted this long, because you do not think you can hold off for much longer. Already your nuts feel fit to burst, and you're having to clench every muscle you've got below the waist to keep the lance of lava-hot heat that boils at your core down. Em runs her fingers up and down your sides, her eyes heavy-lidded and sultry as she artfully bobs her head onto your shuddering cock. You feel like you're at the cliff's edge, holding on by nothing more than your flexed toes. But to your surprise, you find yourself holding firm. It's fucking ****, let's not get it twisted. But somehow, almost certainly as a result of the magic that reshaped you from top to bottom, you simply don't plunge over the edge. It goes on like that for...who the fuck knows how long, the only sounds your strained grunts and the wet kiss of Em's masterful mouth. Eventually, the girl quirks an eyebrow at you, and you take that as the sign to wrap things um. "Em, I'm gonna--!"

Her lips pop off you a split second before the first rope of cum bursts out from you, blasting into the glass that Em snatched up to catch your output. She seems very impressed when you fill it up almost half way, opening her mouth to say something. But it's lost when your second, even larger spray splatters into the glass, her face going blank as you unload again and again into the suddenly overflowing container. When you finally sputter out your last drop, she stares down at the cum-filled glass, clearly working through something important. Then she looks back up at you, smirks, and lifts the glass.

"So." She pauses long enough to take a long swig of your cum, swishing it in her mouth before swallowing with a sound of refreshment. "Ever think about getting into movies?"