[Short Story] A Sick Play

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The Slut’s Confession

I met my second wife when she was still at school, a decade or so ago. Kelly was sweet 16 back then, an A-Level student, I was her English tutor. Happily married as I was at the time, the gangly schoolgirl barely warranted a second look, though would later confess that she wanted me from the moment our eyes first met across a row of desks.

It’s funny how things change so quickly: within a year the love had all but gone from my marriage, and I’d begun to notice how this particular girl in my English class blushed whenever I addressed her. A year older now, she’d blossomed into something of a beauty, symmetrical jet coloured hair framing a classically pretty heart-shaped face. Staying behind after class one day, Kelly disclosed that she’d been let down by a friend and had a spare ticket for the theatre that night, an amateur production of a book we were studying. I smiled and graciosly accepted the invitation.

Things raced on from there but, for the sake of my job, we agreed nothing should happen until she’d finished school, by which time she was 18 and contemplating university. Unfortunately, despite my close tutelage her grades fell a good way short. After a whirlwind romance, we married just before her 19th birthday, amid inevitable sighs of disapproval from both sides of the family tree.

For the first 6 months I was just about able to keep up with her voracious sexual appetite: 5 times a night was well within Kelly’s compass, and she rarely showed signs of lagging. Yet, as time passed, sadly I defaulted back to the twice a week copulation of my first marriage. Kelly of course was good about it, never once complaining or putting me under undue pressure, but I could tell she craved more, which is where this story really begins, 8 years ago…..

Our neighbours were having the front of their house rendered. I’d noticed how their builder, a rough, tough Irishman, looked at Kelly. Kelly acted the innocent but I knew. Well I was always the open sort and, to be honest, secretly the premise thrilled me. “Look, it’s all right,” I conceded, “just as long as you use protection, promise not to fall in love and…and as long as you promise to tell me all about it when I get home from school.”

There was a glint in my eye and Kelly nodded understandingly. “But how do I…?” she enquired with a patented wide-eyed look of innocence and trying not to sound too enthusiastic

“Oh, use your imagination,” I teased, surprising myself with just how excited the idea was making me. “Tell him you’ve tickets for the theatre.”

Kelly smiled. “I know,” she grinned, seemingly getting into the idea with equal enthusiasm. “Maybe I’ll put on my little hotpants and halter top and go wash the car.”

“Oh fuck, yes,” I groaned, under my breath.

Ironically, I left the house that morning with the biggest, hardest erection of my whole entire life. Classes were a blur, and I wasn’t hanging around one single minute after the final bell. Passing the florist’s, I availed myself of the biggest bunch of flowers on display, which was just as well for I needed something to shield my hard-on from unwitting passers-by as I undertook the 15 minute walk home. The car in the driveway was as I expected: spotlessly clean at the back, dirty still at the front, the bucket of suds and sponge close by. At the same time, little progress appeared to have been made on our neighbour’s rendering. Oh I could hardly wait to get inside the house and hear of Kelly’s adventures……..

Kelly opened the door before I had time to get the key in. Fresh from the shower, she was flushed from the hot water and whatever frenzied activity had preceded it. We exchanged awkward glances before she hooked her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. When we broke, I said breathlessly: “I want every single detail, everything.”

Kelly smiled, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom, where I was helped me out of my shirt and trousers. We climbed onto the bed, Kelly’s head sliding beneath my arm, to rest below my shoulder, her eyes locking on mine, full of devotion. The towel cast aside, her body was a picture of young beauty, breasts firm, pussy lips plump and glistening. Reaching down, her slender fingers toyed with the fly of my boxers, releasing the semi-hard cock. “Ooh baby,” she cooed, my breath racing with anticipation. “I’ve been a bad girl today,” she pouted, the shaft inflating in her hand.

“Ohhhhhhh,” I sighed as Kelly drew back the foreskin lovingly. “Did you wear the hotpants and halter?”

“Yes,” she enthused, eyes sparkly. “I felt like a total slut. No bra, no panties…”

“Oh Goddddddd,” I moaned as she toyed with my penis.

“He almost fell off his platform when he saw me. I started at the back of the car, bending over right beneath him, my tight little arse sticking up in the air as I scrubbed the tailgate.”

“Oh fuck,” I mouthed, front teeth buried in my bottom lip.

“I was so turned on I swear I almost had an orgasm just from the crotch of the hotpants rubbing against my pussy. It was worth waxing,” she said with a salacious grin, her tiny hand masturbating me oh so slowly. “I wiggled my little bottie in his direction, knowing full well he was watching my every move. I could almost feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. I stood up and wiped the sweat from my forehead – it was hard work.”

“Oh I bet it was for our builder friend.”

“Mmm, it was. I stole a glance and could see his cock straining at his blue dungarees.”

“Was he big?”

“Mmm, yes he was,” she replied, pulling a face. “He hurt my tight little pussy he did, honey.”

I empathised, reaching between a pair of legs that parted automatically, index finger tracing a line from bottom to top of the silken slit. Wow, her pussy did indeed feel like it had received a severe butchering, tenderised by hard thick Irish cock. Kelly sucked in air as the digit worked inside, parting each moist pink fold. Massaging her swollen clit I prompted her to continue.

“Then I had a little accident,” she pouted. “As I raised the sponge, I splashed soapy water all over my titties. They stuck firmly to the halter, my nipples pressing really hard against the wet cotton, as hard as they are now.”

I cast a glance across. Her excited nipples were half an inch long and bloated as if sore. Kelly angled so that the left teat brushed my lips. Parting, I took it inside, suckling long and hard, causing her to moan and press down harder upon my embedded finger. As I circled her clit, she moaned appreciatively, the pair of us as aroused as ever before.

Kelly’s breath was racing as she imparted the tale. “I stood up straight with the wet top clinging and started to fan my chest. He just watched, as blatant as you like, eyes burning into me. I smiled and he climbed off the platform and into our garden. Without saying anything he pushed me up against the tailgate and stuck his rough hands inside my top. My nipples were burning. His tongue was in my mouth in seconds. I was so hot I told him to fuck me over the bonnet…”

“Oh honey, did he? Did he fuck you in broad daylight?”

Kelly smiled as a dollop of precum oozed from the eye of my cock tip under her gentle ministrations. “No,” she frowned. “The postman was just over the road. The builder told me I was a very naughty girl and how he should spank me. Before I knew it we were in the living room and I was spread across his knee like a bad little schoolgirl, my hotpants down by my ankles and feeling so helpless. I just held my breath in anticipation, my body trembling. God, how he made me wait, lifting his hand gradually. Then he spanked me repeatedly and called me all sorts of names…”

“Mmmmmmm, like what?”

“He called me…he called me a dirty little slut, HIS dirty little slut. Said I’d been teasing him for weeks and that I was going to get what a dirty little slut deserved. He told me that he was going to ruin me for other men.”

She jerked as my finger found her ravaged clit once more, her stroking up and down my shaft raising a gear. “His calloused fingers strayed under and started to pinch my nipples, twisting them till I cried out. He was so rough with me, honey. He ordered me to tell him how I should be treated.”

“What did you reply?” I mouthed.

“I told him I should be treated like a filthy little whore. He said yes, I should be, that I was the filthiest whore he’d ever met. Then he asked what I wanted. I said his nice big cock inside me. He told me to get on my hands and knees, to wiggle my sweet arse and to beg for it. He could see how worked up I was.”

“Oh fuck, honey, yes.”

Without prompting, Kelly cocked her leg over mine, mounting my rock hard cock. It slipped easily into her wet cunt, burying straight to the balls. Kelly gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure in that well-fucked pussy. That builder must really have given it to her hard. Reaching up, I cupped her perfect spherical breasts, bruised in a dotted pattern around the areolae where the builder had pawed her roughly. In comparison, I squeezed tenderly, lovingly as she gyrated on my eager cock, her nipples engorged. “Keep talking,” I prompted, my breath staccato. “Tell me how he fucked you.”

“Brutally,” she groaned, “his cock was like a length of long hard piping. He just put his rough hands on my buttocks, prised them apart then slammed deep in my pussy from behind. Lucky I was so wet or he’d have hurt me bad. He just thrust in and out, calling me a filthy little tramp, a whore, a slut and every so often spanking my arse.”

Beneath her, my heightened upward thrusts met her eager downward motions, my cock slamming deep into her cervix. “Tell me, did he fuck you up the arse?”

Kelly hesitated, suggesting my hunch was right. Rocking forward, she let my cock exit her wet cunt and press firmly at her anal ring. The entrance was less tricky than ever before, her tunnel descending to envelop the shaft with relative ease. Oh yes, that builder had taken her up the arse all right, ripped the hole open. As I punctured the sphincter and buried the whole length, Kelly reached to press two fingers in her cunt, moaning intensely. “What else did he make you do?” I entreated.

“He slipped off the condom and pushed me on my back whilst he tossed over me. His face contorted and then he fired a huge wad of spunk at my tits. It splashed everywhere and he ordered me to rub it in. I did as he said. Then he pumped another wave in my face before forcing me to suck his cock clean. I could barely fit it in my tiny little mouth. He was such a brute, honey. I told him to get out and to leave me alone.”

“And did he?”

She hesitated, our lovemaking reaching a pause, her soaking wet pussy leaking on my belly as she balanced precariously. “Did he, Kelly?” I prompted.

She looked shamefaced. “He came back twice more. He was so strong, honey. I was powerless to resist.”

Suddenly I flipped her over onto her back, legs akimbo. With all my energy I thrust deep inside her cunt, my buttocks pumping. “You are a dirty little slut, aren’t you, Kelly?” I whispered in her ear, before sucking at her soft neck.

“Yesssssss I am,” she moaned as I grunted, the pair of us welded together at the midriff.

In and out I thrust, gathering momentum, getting ever closer as Kelly’s nails raked at my shoulders. One hard pump, and I unloaded wave after wave of cum into her womb, hotly followed by her own orgasm, as intense a climax as ever I’d known her to have. She screamed in pure ecstasy, our bodies melting.

After a minute of breath-gathering as we lay entwined on top of the bed, she confessed: “But he didn’t make me cum like you do.”

I smiled. I loved her dearly, passionately. And she felt the same.

And that was how it started 8 years back, since which time Kelly has had several more liaisons, all with the same proviso: that she tells me all about it when I get home.

TBC…….I hope to find the time to tell you all about very soon.

The Irish builder managed to keep Kelly amused for a further month – at our poor neighbours’ expense. But finally the rendering job was finished and that was the last we saw of him. For the next month or so Kelly made do with what I could offer, ranging from 4 times in an exceptional week to a pitiful blank during the height of the exam period.

With summer reaching full swing and a slut’s passions running high, I knew it was hard on the girl, evidenced by the proliferation of End Summers’ entries on the credit card. Those dildos and other toys would be left in an unwashed state for my return each evening, presumably in the hope the musky scent might work like some elixir on my waning libido. Sadly it wasn’t to be.

There was, however, a glint of hope on the horizon with the arrival of the 6 week summer break. I let Kelly choose the destination and she plumped for Las Palma, Canary Islands. Packing presented little problem: all her outfits were of the skimpiest material, designed to show off her hot little peachy butt and perfectly formed c-cup breasts, whilst underwear was kept to a minimum.

We sat in the Tenerife bar (one of the main Canary islands, Tenerife, Spain) on the first night of arrival, a little fatigued from the flight. Kelly wore an open-necked silky see through blouse with a black bikini top beneath, a pink miniskirt (no panties, of course) and flip-flops. She looked as cute as a button, a real head turner.

Tucked into seats at the back so as to enjoy an uninterrupted panoramic view, every person from waiters to the massing hordes seemed to be thinking the same thing: what was this hot babe doing with that dull old guy? Empowering in a perverse kind of way, I tried to second guess the type Kelly might be attracted to, noticing odd bouts of prolonged eye contact. As the evening wore on, those glances became less and less subtle, one guy at the bar with a group of rowdy pals paying Kelly particular attention. “I’m going to powder my nose, honey,” she whispered in my ear as she rose, smoothing the front of the blouse down over those perfect orbs.

There was a skip to her step as she headed to the ladies, heads turning to check her progress. I had to admit she looked damned good from the rear, that peachy little arse jiggling from side-to-side as her hips swung seductively. The guy who’d been ogling all night took the cue, swigging back the remains of his beer and wiping a hand across his lips appreciatively as he stood. Toned and tanned, sporting a white vest top and shorts, I reckoned he was about 30’s and, from overhearing the conversation with his mates at the bar, a fellow Brit. His holiday was just about to come alive….

Kelly was gone some 20 minutes, during which time I nervously nursed my sangria. Hot and flushed, her dress crumpled, she took a seat back beside me. The mere thought of hearing about it made me semi-hard and I couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel. “Not here!” I scolded as she reached beneath the table to stroke my cock through the shorts.

Ignoring my plea, she gently massaged my balls, working her fingers around the sack. “Kelly!” I protested.

But there was no way I was going anywhere with such a conspicuous hard-on, and Kelly knew it, teasing me with her tongue as it circled her lips, before she opened up. “There I was walking to the toilet when I felt someone come up from behind. It took my breath away…”

Our eyes met, Kelly’s full of lust. “Oh God,” I exhaled. “Go on.”

Kelly grinned, able to feel with her hand the effect the words were having on me. “He cupped both my arse cheeks and squeezed them, pushing me hard up against the wall so my titties were pressed tight,” she continued, all the time her fingers tracing the outline of the shaft of my rock hard cock. “I was powerless to resist, Jack, he was so strong. He raked my hair aside and started sucking at my neck whilst grinding his crotch into my bottie.”

A tug and my zip fly retracted, Kelly’s fingers working the stiff cock out into the open, only the table shielding us from a bar full of boozy holidaymakers. Kelly nuzzled her bottom lip as softly she drew back the foreskin and ran a digit over the slick purple dome. To my utter shock she submerged below table height, kissing the engorged tip before allowing her hot little lips to swallow it, a hand stroking the shaft up and down. Tongue flicking eagerly, she licked the sticky head clean, before emerging once more to continue the tale. “He had me up against the wall, oh God Jack, his hands were everywhere. When he reached inside my miniskirt and found I had no panties on, he called me a dirty little fucking slut. I was so wet his fingers slipped in easily. Then he twisted me round and made me suck his fingers till they were dry.”

I was groaning now as she masturbated me firmly beneath the table, a globule of precum forming in the eye. Trying to act normally – if that were possible – I reached out for the sangria. Holding it to my lips, I drained the glass as Kelly continued. “Then he kissed me roughly, tasting my pussy juice on my lips, while he pawed my breasts through my blouse, popping them out of the bikini. There were all these people coming in and out of the toilets so he grabbed my hand and took me outside to the balcony. He ordered me to get down on my knees and give him a blowjob. I couldn’t get down fast enough.”

Kelly’s regaling of the tale and her urgent attention to my cock, fingers methodically working up and down the shaft, had me alarmingly close to cumming. Yet there was no turning back. “I sucked his big fat cock for all I was worth, though I really, really needed a good hard fucking,” she imparted. “Thank God one of his mates came outside. Next thing I knew my miniskirt was up my back, my bum cheeks were being prised open and this thick cock was inside me. This new guy fucked me so hard I almost swallowed the cock I was sucking. Being banged from both ends is so amazing, Jack. The first one came in my throat, quickly followed by the second, shooting his hot seed deep inside me. It was some orgasm…”

“Oh Kelly, you’re such a slut,” I moaned as she brought me to the verge of orgasm.

She grinned, reaching for the empty glass and placing it over my cock as I came hard, spurting my load. Lifting the glass above the table, Kelly tillted it until the dribble of spunk slid between her lips, swallowing appreciatively. “I know I’m a slut,” she grinned, “And I’m so looking forward to the rest of the holiday.”

Mmmmmmmm, so was I.

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Dr Mystic

What began as a flight of fancy for 21-year old English student nurse Emma Davis was fast developing into a dangerous obsession. No sooner had she finished reading the latest instalment of Dr Mystic’s ongoing saga than she was busily firing off an e-mail, sloppy cumstained fingers slipping all over the keys. ~Oh gosh, Dr Mystic, Chapter IV made me the wettest yet…I’m literally trembling with desire~

The cute redhead paused momentarily, reading back over the words, her words, yet words it was impossible to believe SHE had just typed. Her mind must surely have blanked momentarily, for she would never have said that sort of thing to one of her most fervent lovers, let alone a complete stranger. And not only was he a complete stranger but, judging by the stories he posted, Dr Mystic could possibly be the nastiest, filthiest and most deranged sex fiend imaginable. Despite all that, Emma felt an overwhelming urge to continue. ~Please, please, please, please, please post the next episode – and quick! Love Emma x~

She looked again at the message, barely recognising words more akin to some knicker-wetting schoolgirl’s first crush than a grown woman who should know better. Arriving at a compromise between logic and lust, Emma erased a couple of the ‘pleases’ so as not to appear so desperate, allowing a finger that was still scented with her inner juices to hover over the return key. You can’t send that, the cogent recesses of her brain contested, yet the treacherous digit touched the pad irrespective, sending the message spiralling into cyberspace. Little did Emma realise, as her heart pounded ardently, that her life would follow a similar downward spiral over the coming days.

That task out of the way, Emma lay back on the bed and enjoyed a half-hour snooze before being awoken by lust. Ingesting more of the good doctor’s prose, these were words and phrases that seemed to soak to the very core, not just getting inside her head but her entire body. Over the past week she had discovered sensuous nerve ends in places she never thought existed, from the very tips of her toes tingled to the ends of her hair that seemed to dance with electricity. When she read, her entire body took on a rosy glow.

And what a lovely body it was too. Standing 5'2 in her favourite white pumps, the demure redhead was blessed with a deliciously curvaceous pair of boobs and a peachy bottom. “Oh doctor, doctor, doctor,” she sighed out loud, absorbing a few more sentences of the story before clamping shut her eyes to visualise the scene.

So powerful was the writing that she had no choice than to allow her imagination to run wild, almost as if it were beyond her control. Yet perhaps what made the story all the more erotic and, not to say personalised, was that the main character in the story was also called Emma. Coincidence perhaps, it was that connection that had drawn her to it in the first instance, subsequently hooked her in and, from that point forward, kept her completely rapt over four wet chapters.

Though looking back it seemed longer, it was a week ago that she’d discovered the EMC Writers’ Site, the initials standing for ‘Erotic Mind Control’, after Kara had borrowed her laptop. Evidently her housemate was a fan too.

In the story that was fast reaching its stark and uncompromising conclusion, however, the main character Emma could hardly be more different. An unfulfilled housewife of 26, she had taken to corresponding with a prisoner called Max Jenner, serving an eight-year stretch for aggravated rape. Though Emma (the one in story) was appalled by the crime, secretly she craved the danger, constantly fantasising about what Max might do upon his release.

For some unaccountable reason, that struck a chord with her namesake the reader, though Emma probably wouldn’t have cared to admit it had she not been drinking heavily one night a couple of weeks back…

Though they’d been together in the shared house for several months, Emma and her housemates had engaged in minimal socialising. At 21, Emma had deferred going into the medical profession for two years to enjoy instead the pleasures of travelling whilst she was still young. Hence, she was a little older than the other four she shared the huge gothic-looking house with. But, on that particular night, she’d been persuaded to go out to celebrate Rick’s birthday. The pub inevitably led to a nightclub and, arriving back home collectively plastered, a drunken game of Truth or Dare ensued.

Harmless fun at first, unsurprisingly the topics took a decided turn after the vodka came out, finding their way around to secret unfulfilled fantasies. Jess and David, who had become an item, confessed almost in unison to fantasising about a threesome. sadly, Jess favoured an MMF and David an FFM so, by morning, the idea turned as cold as the coffee left on the mantelpiece overnight.

Attention turned to the other female housemate, Kara, a petite black girl with closely braided hair, big brown eyes and full lips. When cajoled into revealing HER secret unfulfilled desire, she confided to harbouring exhibitionist fantasies, a craving to have sex in a public place or the great outdoors and risking discovery. The black beauty shuffled her backside to give her labia air to breathe, the delicious thought having evidently travelled quickly from brain to pussy.

All eyes turned to Emma who had to admit Kara’s fantasy appealed to her too. In fact, the very idea had also made her very hot indeed, and not just a little wet. Yet it was unoriginal and the others barracked her harshly, bemoaning a lack of imagination and forcing her to come up with a fresh idea to satisfy their curiosity.

As Emma mulled it over, birthday boy Rick, the youngest and quietest of the group made a drunken confession that forced them all to view him in a new light. His desire, he confided, was to have his very own sex slave. The others guffawed somewhat cruelly and Emma found herself giggling at the irony. The poor lad couldn’t even find a girlfriend, let alone some willing young sub.

And then it was back to Emma once more. Even in her drunken state, it hadn’t escaped her that, as the fantasies progressed around the group, they’d become ever more daring, not to say extreme. No, she couldn’t admit to THAT, could she? The words didn’t actually seem to come from her own mouth or, if they had, they were intercepted somewhere between brain and vocal chords, as she confessed to her secret rape fantasy. The others’ breaths held tight, Emma elucidated how it might be a burglar or a friend of a friend that found her alone in the house at night and had his evil way. Immediately she regretted having been so candid, heading straight to bed and hiding her shame beneath the covers.

That was a fortnight ago. Now Emma slouched on the bed revisiting Chapter IV whilst pleasuring herself a second time. She couldn’t help but imagine that was her in the story, a delicious thought.

A series of inevitable twists and turns along the way, the heroine of the story was eagerly awaiting the outcome of Max the rapist’s interview with the parole board. A favourable outcome and he could be a free. The neglected housewife could almost feel his muscled body on hers and smell his sweat. God only knew what four years of pent-up lust could do to a man. The girl reading the story felt it too, flicking her clit repeatedly with an urgent fingertip.

Yet, as the story progressed before her eyes, it transpired that Max was denied parole. He was still deemed to be a threat to women by the doctors and psychologists. In a cruel twist of fate, the bored housewife then took to allowing herself to be fucked senseless by the estranged husband she abhorred, if only to stem the burgeoning desires. In a way it helped that he hated her equally, his thrusts into her wanton cunt deep and uncaring, rough and painful. As he fucked her, the Emma in the story imagined it was Max the rapist. When her husband bit her neck, she came harder than in eight years of marriage.

Deep down of course she probably didn’t really desire Max at all, pandering purely to her lust and crazy fantasies. In fact, if she happened to meet such a vile person who treated women in the way he did, she’d doubtless run a mile. She planned to stop corresponding soon, and was secretly relieved to hear his parole had been rejected, especially as his desires were becoming ever more extreme. Yet could she escape his clutches so easily when Max had built up such a close profile of his lustful female pen pal that he knew more or less where to find her?

The last sentence forced the reading Emma to experience a second incredible orgasm that evening which jolted her body. Just when the weeks passed and the housewife thought she’d heard no more, a latest letter arrived from Max. The usual misogynous claptrap, it signed off somewhat alarmingly: ‘Just so you know, I’m going over the wall tonight, Emma. And then, believe me, I’ll be coming to find you.’

“The bitch deserves it, the little pricktease,” the student nurse mouthed to herself, before suppressing the guilt of the unwarranted outburst.

But then, that was the effect Dr Mystic’s story had on her…..

After doing some washing and ironing, Emma returned to the laptop. Exhaling hard, she saw thater e-mail inbox had one new item in it. Despite three similar pieces of feedback sent after previous chapters, this was the first time she’d been deigned with a reply. Emma’s heart pounded hard into an ample left breast, her brow was glazed and her fingers shook over the return button. A tentative push and the message filled the screen.

As she read, Emma savoured the words, hearing his voice – or the voice she imagined, all baritone and confident – in her head. ~Thank you for your messages of support, Emma~ the first line read, and she shook at the mere mention of her name from one so revered and who had quickly assumed an iconic status in her life. ~I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying the story~

“Oh I am,” she mouthed aloud, tongue tip gliding over a set of pearly white teeth and unable almost to resist the temptation to touch her heaving breasts.

Cupping beneath their generous expanse, the horny redhead pushed the two orbs together to form an imperious-looking cleavage in the partially unbuttoned blouse.

~Feedback like yours makes it all worthwhile~ continued the message. ~In fact it’s the lifeblood, if you like, of us amateur writers~

Oh, you couldn’t have put it better she thought to herself, apart from the ‘amateur’ bit. This was a true professional at work and she for one would gladly pay good money to read more. “You’re welcome, so welcome,” she groaned, as thumb and forefinger clamped tight upon a left nipple that was as pink and perky as a puppy’s nose.

The erect teat throbbed like crazy as Emma rolled it first one way then the other, marvelling at the feel of her own hands. A thousand, maybe more, times she’d done this to herself in the past, but never before with the intensity she was experiencing now. It was as if it were the good doctor’s sure fingers on her bulging nipples. That thought alone very nearly pushed her over the edge for the third time in as many hours.

~Rest assured I’m busy writing the next instalment and it won’t be long, I promise~

Emma found her right hand roving, almost of its own accord, down the flat plane of her belly. Reaching the elasticated hem of her panties, a set of uncontrollable fingers ventured inside to make the guilt-ridden discovery that she was soaked through again. The crotch of the panties was glued fast to her sticky little shaven vagina. Aroused beyond return, the last line of the e-mail caused her breathing to race crazily and an orgasm to pulse through her body before she’d even had a chance to touch the rapidly-swelling clit.

~If you sign up to the link below, perhaps we can chat soon on a one-to-one…and who knows…?~

Emma clicked the link immediately, spending the next few minutes creating a profile she hoped Dr Strangelust would approve of. Her user name was wetemma80. A cursory glance at the members’ menu revealed none that fitted the good doctor’s profile but, just to make absolutely sure, she typed a public message: ~Dr Mystic, are you here?~

A dozen replies came back from various assorted perverts, none of whom matched the wit or intellect of the only man she had a desire to converse with. Early evening still, she’d return later. For now she needed a nice hot bath to cleanse away the stickiness and soothe the soreness of incessant fingering. Wrapping around a light kimono she tiptoed off.

Smooth soothing music spilled from Jess’ room opposite, along with a soft green light that glowed around the circumference of the door. Doubtless the lucky bitch was entertaining David again, his room at the end of the landing blackened and deserted. Glancing around guiltily, Emma placed an ear tight to the door, serenaded by the sound of nocturnal activity, the rhythmic bedsprings and light moaning. It was almost enough to prompt her to reach for her pussy once more, were it not so sore.

Creeping down the stairs, she passed Kara’s room, then Rick’s, both of which were unoccupied, the first floor of the shared house as quiet as a library. Hopefully that meant she could enjoy a nice long and undisturbed soak. Oh yes, the soap felt good as it caressed her body like a fine layer of duckling feathers and, despite the ache, a finger slid once more into her slick love-hole, amid thoughts of Dr Mystic and their imminent (she hoped) liaison.

Having enjoyed a wonderful half-hour among the suds and the equivalent time doing her hair and painting her nails, as if she were going out on a date, Emma addressed the laptop with a deep inhalation. Yet sadly there was still no show from her elusive suitor, forcing Emma to go surfing the net. Yet, even the more extreme porn sites did little to satiate her needs.

As another tiresome hour passed, the other housemates arrived home at intervals, doors downstairs banging as Emma grew ever more frustrated by the doctor’s non-show. When a further half-hour elapsed, she was on the verge of calling it a day when something weird happened. Emma nearly jumped out of her skin as the screen erupted in a lightning flash and a message appeared in its wake, inviting her to a private room. It had to be him. It could only be him. Stealing a deep breath, the hyperventilating redhead tentatively accepted the invite, finding emmawet80 in Dr Mystic’s Dungeon. The first thing that struck her was his avatar, a freaky cartoon skull with piercing red holes for eyes that flashed as they bore into her eyes like red hot pokers. It was really quite disconcerting and not a little unnerving but she found it hard to look away.

~Glad you could make it, Emma~

Emma’s heart thumped like a metronome. ~Hi, thanks~ she replied, feeling somewhat timid in his presence and mightily relieved to have the comfort and anonymity of the screen as a barrier between them.

~No, thank you~ he came back.

She chose her words carefully, anxious not to sound like the knicker-wetting schoolgirl. ~Well I absolutely love your writing so it’s all true~

~Good, you’re my number one fan, huh?~

Emma blushed. She was aware of the reference from Misery. ~Yes, but in a nice way. Oh, I hope you don’t think I’m some psycho bitch~

There was a pause. ~No, not at all~

Taking a deep breath, she suddenly felt thoroughly mesmerised by the flickering red dots at the centre of that freakish skull. It was getting right inside her head, making her dizzy. Overawed and a little lost for words, Emma went into autopilot: ~God knows how you come up with all the ideas~

~Years of practice~ came the reasoned response.

Emma pursed her lips. Mmm, that sounded good. There was so much she wanted to find out about the man, but wasn’t sure how to go about it without seeming crass or schoolgirl-ish. There were certain things she’d prefer, for instance if he happened to a sexy older man that would be awesome. Local too would be nice, but if not local, at least in England. From everything she’d gleaned, from the maturity of his writing to the nostalgic retro of his punny screen name, he had to fit the first criteria, surely in the forty-plus age bracket. As to location, whilst he wrote in English, that didn’t necessarily make him English.

They bantered back and forth, mainly about his story, and within ten minutes, it occurred to Emma how much she’d given away about herself in idle chit-chat but how little she’d actually learned about him. A usually sensible young woman, it occurred to her that in the story the main character, the other Emma, had more or less given away to Max the rapist everything bar her precise location. But there was enough information to track her down if he so desired, or when he so desired.

The student nurse shivered at the thought and reminded herself to be more careful.

~So where are you from?~ she enquired, trying desperately to redress the balance.

There was a pause and she agonised whether it had been the right thing to ask. Yet she had to know, for peace of mind if nothing else.

~A long, long way away from you. In fact as far away as it’s possible to be~

~Australia? I thought as much~ she typed, part relief, part disappointment.

A lull in the conversation as she chose her upcoming words carefully, Emma was drawn once more to the hypnotic blinking red eyes. In an odd way they made her relax but, in another way, edgy. Yet there was no escape, for even when she looked away from the screen, the image was burned indelibly on her brain like a white-hot filament.

~You want to see a picture of me?~ she asked, immediately biting her lip.

~Yeah, sure?~

Before she could work out how to upload an image, however, the skull avatar disappeared, replaced by the face of a middle-aged man. It was passable without inducing the wow factor on first sight. But it was an older man nonetheless.

~Mmm nice~ she replied, as much out of politeness as anything.

~Good, glad you like~

~Oh I do, I’m into older men~

Suddenly and, before she’d really had an opportunity to appraise the facial image thoroughly, it changed once more – to a huge-looking circumcised and fully erect penis, bulging with worm-like veins. Emma gasped, studying the manhood somewhat more closely than the face and, having to admit to herself in this once more heightened state of arousal, that it turned her on no end.

~Oh gosh, is that yours?~

~Hope you like~

~Oh I do, very much~

With that, the penis faded away and the skull returned, its eyes burning more intensely than ever.

~So, do you a picture YOU might share?~ Dr Mystic prompted

~Oh sorry yes, but only clean ones~

~That’s okay, put it up in your display~

Emma followed the instructions carefully, airing the nice picture of her as a bridesmaid at a friend’s wedding the previous July. Her auburn hair piled up high and clutching the bouquet, she looked decidedly pretty and with the carefree air of summer.

Dr Mystic seemed to agree. ~Mmm, pretty picture~

~Thank you. Here’s one taken a little more recently~ she added, substituting the wedding photo for one of the five housemates taken at the club they’d attended on Rick’s birthday.

~Nice looking bunch~

~We’re all training to be doctors and nurses…like you?~

~Yes, like me~

Relaxing just a little under the glare of the skull, Emma provided Dr Mystic with a brief synopsis of each of her housemates.

Suddenly the tone changed. ~So, have you slept with any of them?~ he asked, taking her by surprise.

~Gosh, no~ she responded. ~I’m not that kind of girl~

~Oh, so what kind are you then?~

~A good girl, of course~

~A good girl, huh?~

Emma could almost feel the mocking in his ’tone’. It made her feel uncomfortable….. ….. ..

~So, tell me Emma, do good girls chat to complete strangers with their hands halfway down their panties?~

Taken aback, her bottom lip quivered and her eyes welled up with salty tears. Yet it was true, the fist cupped around her pussy, knuckles outlined in the panties. It was as if he could see her through those flashing red eyes.

Blushing as well to add to her woes, before Emma could offer words of protest, he enquired: ~So, does it feel good?~

~Yes, very good~ she conceded almost without thought.

~So wetemma is an apt name then?~

~Yes~ she admitted, for to claim anything else would be a lie.

~Why don’t you rub yourself hard and imagine that’s my strong hands all over you…?~

“Oh gosh, yesssssss!” she groaned.

~So, how about we play a game to get to know one another better?~

Emma’s eyes slanted. ~What sort of game?~

~A fun one. And since I’m so far away, you can hardly come to any harm, can you?~

~No, I guess not~ she conceded, almost regretfully.

~Ever played Truth or Dare?~

~Yes~ she enthused, thinking back to the revealing game in the aftermath of Rick’s party.

~Okay, ladies first, ask away~

All of a sudden, she found her mind a blank. ~No, you start~

~Okay, but total truth required though, understand?~

~Yes, I understand~

~Okay, Emma, when was the last time you had sex?~

She didn’t need to think too hard, the date was practically etched on her brain. It was horrible, a young poseur during the first week. ~Six months ago~ Emma replied, fanning her face.

~That’s a long while~

~Yes I know~

A brief pause followed. ~So, thought of a question for me yet?~

As soon as something came to mind it seemed to go as quickly. ~No, sorry~

~Okay, question two to me then. Let’s see. okay, how often do you masturbate, Emma?~

The pretty redhead exhaled. ~Three, four times a day…but only since I started reading your stories~ she admitted guiltily.

~It’s only natural~

~Yes I know. Look, I still can’t think of anything to ask you~ she agonised, her brain a void.

~Right, another question to me then. Mmm yes. Okay, if you had to have sex with one of your four housemates, which would it be?~

Emma looked down at the screen. The group photo was still in the display, doubtless prompting the question. ~Remember Emma, total truth~ came the prompt.

The auburn haired beauty exhaled hard, grossed out by the question, yet at the same time unable to prevent her pussy from becoming ever wetter. Whether she touched it or not, it seemed to fizz and ooze, expelling precious juices. Composing, she mused upon the dilemma. Actually, none of them appealed, they were all far too young. Though she could rule out Rick straight away – he was just too geeky. Jess and David were virtually inseparable which meant opportunities would be strictly limited. That left just Kara.

Before she could type, Dr Mystic sent a message: ~The black girl, yes?~

~Yes, how did you know? Can you read my mind or something?~

At that moment something strange happened, something really strange. The skull avatar shook from side to side and laughed out loud, a deep booming roar that made Emma’s heart flutter.

~The power of deduction~ the cryptic reply read.

~But I don’t really like other girls~ Emma contested.

~Oh? Ever been with one?~

~No, not all the way. Not even a bit of the way. Though Kara and I did kiss on Rick’s birthday, but that was just messing around~

~Did it feel good?~

~Yes it did~ she conceded guiltily.

~Look Emma, I have to go shortly~

~Oh, you can’t stay a little longer?~ she complained but it dawned upon her that in Australia the day was just beginning. ~Sorry, I forgot. Though I have to say that it feels like you’re right here with me~

~Yes,it does for me too. That’s the power of the mind, Emma. Never let anyone tell you the penis or vagina is the most powerful sex organ there is, it’s the brain~

~Yeah, I guess so~

~Okay, quickly Emma, a truth question for me?~

The flashing red eyes held her entranced and Emma found once more that her mind had gone a complete blank. ~Maybe I can think about it and ask you next time?~

~Sure. I want to leave you with a dare, I hope that’s okay, Emma~

~A dare?~

~Yes, and I want for you to tell me about it truthfully when you awake tomorrow morning, okay?~

~Okay~ she acceded, finding herself in a totally suggestible state as the red eyes flickered with the intensity of a nuclear meltdown alarm.

~Earlier you said you’d sleep with Kara over the rest, yes? So for your dare I’d like you to seduce Kara tonight~

What? Her brain screamed. Tonight? Now? You must be crazy ~Yes, okay~ her fingers typed, her eyes bulging when she read it back.

~Good, 8 o’clock your time tomorrow morning, come and tell me all about it in great detail. Bye for now~

With that the screen blanked and emmawet80 found herself back in the chatroom Lounge. Two fingers thrusting deep inside her pussy, a shattering fourth orgasm rocked her whole body.

Five minutes after closing down and having forced herself to compose, Emma remembered her dare. Wrapping in the kimono, she crept out onto the landing to undertake the task like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. But the task was made all the easier by the fact that, habitually the last to go to bed, Kara was a real insomniac.

Accustomed to her own company at this advanced hour, Kara was dressed – if it could be called dressed – in a tight white t-shirt and pretty little pink panties. Her gazelle-like legs stretched down to a pair of cute size three feet, complete with the dinkiest toes imaginable. Emma sported just the kimono which had a tendency to open at the middle to reveal her fulsome bosom every so often.

Though Kara had admitted publicly to being 75% lesbian, Emma nonetheless harboured grave reservations at the task ahead. “Damn you for making me do this, Dr S, she mumbled beneath her breath.

Taking a seat opposite her housemate, she explained that tonight she wasn’t her usual tired self. And it was true, that workout with the good doctor the equivalent of downing six cans of Red Bull. She was like a coiled spring unleashed and had practically bounced off the walls whilst tottering down the stairs. The airy kimono sagging at the front to display her assets and her pussy in a permanent state of arousal, Emma felt a complete slut. Catching sight of the pleasant surprise opposite, it wasn’t long before the other girl was feeling equally as horny, a lustful grin suddenly appearing on her otherwise cherubic face.

Yet Kara wasn’t the only one in the house that would enjoy a pleasant surprise that night. For, as he returned from the kitchen having preparing a nightcap of cocoa and hot milk, geeky housemate Rick happened to glance into the sitting room. As he did, he witnessed Emma, the wrap loose, tits swaying like udders, shuffling across the carpet on her knees. Stopping dead in his tracks, the teenager could barely believe his eyes.

Without a word, Emma reached out to Kara’s beautiful foot, stroking lovingly before lifting it to her mouth and blowing into the gaps between the toes. The merest breath caused Kara to issue a guttural groan. Puckering up, Emma kissed each tiny black toe in turn. Grinning wantonly, she pushed out her tongue and licked the ball of her housemate’s underfoot before taking the big toe between her lips and sucking upon it like it was a stubby cock.

Up above, shuffling on the sofa like she had ants in her pants, Kara went into rapture, spine arching and head tossed back to let out a contented sigh. As her head rolled from side to side, she happened to glance upon Rick who, in a craving to get close, had inched the door open and eased inside. His face turned a deep scarlet at the embarrassing discovery.

Perhaps not wishing to break the spell as Emma’s lips travelled seductively up her instep, around the ankle and to the calf, the cute black girl placed a finger vertically to her smiling lips. Quickly getting the message, the awkward teen voyeur took a half-step back into the shadows, overjoyed that he would be allowed to continue watching the wondrous girl-on-girl seduction. But then again, with Kara’s self-confessed exhibitionist tendencies, anything less would have been a travesty.

On the carpet, Emma pushed up from the knees, flicking a few stray hairs behind each ear and looking inquisitively at Kara for the green light. A lustful dip of the chin and pout provided all the vindication Emma needed. With that she crouched once more, continuing the snail-like trail of kissing and licking up her housemate’s angular leg.

Getting into the hot scene in a big way, Kara gestured towards Rick, her hand making an up-down coffee-shaking motion and causing his eyes to bulge. He could hardly believe she wanted him to masturbate for her. Compliantly, however, he reached inside his joggers to the rock hard prick within and gave it a good tug before letting the bottoms slide down. Kara smiled appreciatively his way as blindly Emma continued to kiss up the dark inner thigh, stopping only to nuzzle teasingly.

For Kara’s benefit as much as his own, Rick began a slow, leisurely stroke, foreskin moving back and forth over a purple head that was glazed in precum. He was rewarded with a sensuous lick of the lips from Kara that just about surpassed anything in his wildest dreams. For a moment he contemplated taking things further, until the stern look from Kara told him in no uncertain terms to keep his distance. Frankly though he was only too happy to comply.

Turning her attention fully towards Emma, Kara ran a long set of black talons through the other girl’s tangled chestnut hair, raking the scalp. It was the signal for Emma to leave the fleshy thigh and finally feast upon the delight that nestled in the apex. As the black beauty eased her legs apart, a delicious-looking crack was revealed. Open ever so slightly, the tasty-looking pink flesh within resembled a slice cut in a watermelon. Emma took a final gaze up into Kara’s eyes for reassurance before placing her hands on her thighs and leaning down. In response, the other girl pushed her legs further outwards, the slit splitting wider to reveal more of the juicy red inner cunt flesh.

Though she’d never done such a thing before with another girl, barely contemplated it even, Emma knew exactly what made HER feel good, and thus she determined simply to try to replicate it. At first she took little more than a tentative kiss in the centre, teasing Kara no end as they drew back, pecked lightly and drew back once more. Growing a little bolder, she placed her lips firmly to Kara’s pussy lips. The warm and buttery cunt felt exquisite as she enjoyed a brand new flavour experience. Every fold of Kara’s perfect pussy seemed to quiver as she kissed and delved. Desperate to please the more experienced girl, Emma pushed her tongue through centre of her teeth, searching. Her nose, so close to the other girl’s clit it almost touched, was filled with delicious essence as Kara allowed herself to be seduced.

The sexy redhead adjusted, taking a deep breath followed by long and sensuous licks at the other girl’s crack, roving ever deeper. Each time she came up for air, there was a thick coating of juice on her tongue. Thumbing her nipples, Kara worked her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm as she enjoyed the stimulation of the novice’s oral attention. Though she was dripping fluids rather alarmingly, Kara remained calm and relaxed, giving little clue to her heightened state of arousal. That in turn made Emma more excited, marvelling at a self-control that spurred her on, more determined than ever to drive her housemate crazy with desire.

The only clue came from Kara’s grip, tightening in Emma’s hair as if she wanted to pull the older girl right up inside. Angling for a more favourable approach, the lovely redhead guided her tongue directly towards a highly swollen and very visible clit. The pointy tip made contact and Emma lashed back and forth with purpose, very nearly causing the other girl to uproot a huge clump of hair as she battled to retain her composure.

Manoeuvring her lips around the prominent nub, Emma slurped with real purpose, finally sending Kara into a frenzied state from which there could be no return. She was rewarded with a glob of the black beauty’s musky juice, which she savoured on her tongue like a melting truffle, before diving back in eagerly. Kara pushed her thighs as far apart as possible, craving yet deeper penetration. Emma licked and licked and licked until her tongue was sore and she was almost sick from the taste, at last conferring upon Kara an orgasm that later she would confide was the most powerful she’d ever known up to that point. The room was filled with the aroma of excited pussy and Kara’s heavy breathing.

As Emma gulped in air, the mesmerised Rick ducked back out of sight, his fist unerring on the hard shaft. Rocking forward, Kara issued a sly glance aside in his direction, before leaning further forward to kiss Emma full on the mouth. She made a point of running her tongue all around the other girl’s lips and inside her mouth, savouring her own pussy juices.

At the same time, she reached down to lift Emma’s ample boobs into her palms, kneading the undersides firmly. As they kissed, velveteen lengths of tongue lashing, the redhead’s inevitable groans of lust became muffled. Hands compressing tightly around the gorgeous orbs, Kara squeezed meaningfully, sending Emma into a frenzy. As she rocked back on her knees, spine arched, Kara ducked down to suck hard at each throbbing nipple till they threatened to explode.

Before Emma realised what was happening, an experienced hand had found its way deftly between her legs, two fingers working in out of the wet slit to the knuckle, whilst the thumb circled over the clit. Every so often a long talon would scrape the sensitive button, causing Emma to squeal with joy. Inhibitions shot to pieces, her body a slave to lust. A brief moment of clarity, she thought: Dr Mystic, you complete bastard, doing this tome. Despite the distance, his presence was all-encompassing. Beginning to wear off just a little, every now and then Emma would wake up to what was happening, agonise for a nanosecond, before being drawn back in again by lust.

Besides which, Kara wouldn’t have allowed a premature end, even if Emma begged and pleaded with her. She wanted the other girl to share what she’d enjoyed moments earlier. Extending her arms, she pushed Emma back onto the carpet. Knees pressed outward, thighs almost flat, before Emma had time to contemplate Kara’s head was between her thighs, returning the favour. The girl lapped like a lovely little black kitten, sending Emma’s body into uncontrollable spasms. It wasn’t long before she too was gushing obscenely and gazing up at the ceiling, eyes glazed.

And then, as she was forced ever closer, the panting turned to wailing, low and guttural at first but increasing by the lick. The fifth orgasm that night, she was not to be disappointed, her body jerking appreciatively as she squirted Kara obscenely.

Out of her peripheral vision, Emma’s eyes chanced upon Rick’s shadow then, elevating her eyes, a hand thrusting back into a midriff like he was trying to stab himself. The shame hit her hard like a slap to the face. Almost immediately a thick rope of cum spurted forth, lassoing across the room and pooling mere feet from her prone body. With that, the filthy little nerd tugged up the joggers and disappeared like a thief in the night.

As Emma laid flat, chest rising and falling, Kara blew a kiss goodnight, leaving her deep in reflection. With her own mind back, a pensive Emma knew that she couldn’t go on like this. For all his allure, Dr Mystic was an evil manipulator. In the morning she would get rid of the laptop and go back to how things were before the story turned her life upside down.

Somehow though, after 6 hours of disturbed sleep, waking the following morning, she just didn’t have the strength to do it. For one thing, she was desperate to know what was going to happen to Emma in the story. More importantly though, what was going to happen to her? Like a mindless zombie she signed into the site as ordered the previous night, met almost immediately by that overwhelming skull and its flickering red eyes. A little wearily at first, she recounted for the benefit of Dr Mystic all she could recall of the encounter with Kara. By the end she was totally at his whim.

~Oh, Emma, do you have any truth questions for me yet?~

The red eyes in the skull bore into her brain. ~No, doctor~

~Hmm, okay. I have something for you, another dare. Are you up to it?~

~Yes, doctor~

~Good, today I would like you to wear your tightest top, shortest skirt and to leave your panties off~

Emma went to protest but found she was unable, replying simply: ~Yes, doctor, okay, I will~

~Now give me your mobile phone number~

Emma complied, trying desperately to combat the sinking feeling.

~Over the course of the day I will send you a series of commands by text. You must ensure to do exactly as I say, understand?~

~Yes doctor~

~Good~

Emma’s hand drifted idly between her legs. Already she was soaking wet and it was barely 9 o’clock. Yet it was what lay ahead that concerned her, during the rare moments of clarity. It was going to be a long day under Dr Mystic’s control.

After discovering a disturbing yet erotic story on her laptop, 21-year old student nurse Emma Davis had somehow been drawn to its author, the enigmatic Dr Mystic. When a brief correspondence snowballed into a hypnotic online chat, the sexy redhead found herself almost completely at the doctor’s whim.

Her week split between study and time spent on the wards, the less-than-thrilling prospect of a seminar on ‘The changing face of the NHS’ lay ahead. Thankful to the doctor for a new and potentially thrilling outlet outside of work, Emma was looking forward to the day with a mix of trepidation and suppressed desire.

As directed, she searched deep in the recesses of the wardrobe for the tightest top and shortest skirt. The former came in the shape of a sheer blouse that bordered on the see-through and barely reached across the expanse of bosom to do up. A real battle to slot the buttons in their holes, Emma was forced to hold her breath painfully. When finally she exhaled a pair of ample breasts was pushed outward, causing the buttons to strain to breaking point. A gaping cleft in the middle revealed the lacy bra that Emma assumed it was okay to wear.

The good doctor would surely approve, seeing as it was a size too small, the cups digging at a bosom that looked ready to spill out at the first opportunity. Emma pulled at the straps beneath her collarbone with her thumbs but could attain little in the way of comfort. However, she was anxious to persevere.

The skirt was a pleated little number from her schooldays in green and brown vertical stripes that stopped dangerously at mid thigh, in line with his wish. Turning in profile to the mirror, she gasped upon looking aside. Was that really the reflection of the same sensible young redhead of a fortnight ago?

To complete the look, Emma passed over the usual comfortable flat-heeled pumps for a pair of 3-inch heels purchased the previous day. With a wraparound strap that criss-crossed up the ankle and lower leg, the sexy redhead resembled a complete slut as she tottered out of the bedroom. Taking each stair tentatively, anxious not to topple over, it took twice the usual time to clear the 2 flights to the ground floor.

Thankfully as ever a mug of steaming tea, courtesy of Rick, waited in the kitchen. Memories of the previous night to the fore, they avoided one another’s guilt-ridden glances. Yet worse was to follow immediately when she encountered Kara in the hall, awkward looks exchange. Kara’s turned to incredulity upon noticing the strange attire on her normally conservative housemate. It prompted Emma, in a moment of rare lucidity, to consider taking a long coat for the journey. “Bye,” announced Kara, heading off.

As she sat down in the sitting room to sip the tea, the skirt riding right up her thighs, Emma’s phone beeped with the good doctor’s next text. In a side pocket, the throb reverberated to the borders of her bare pussy. ~I hope you’re dressed as I requested. Have you left the house yet?~ the doctor enquired.

~No, I’m due to leave for the bus shortly~ she replied.

~Excellent. Ensure to show off as much as possible. Give them a real show. And, Emma, should someone touch you, you’re to make no attempt to stop them. In fact, I command you do all you can to encourage them~

That was asking a bit TOO much, she considered, yet the urge to resist barely registered in the rational part of her normally keen brain. In fact, she felt more suggestible than ever. ~I will. I’m leaving shortly, okay~

Gulping down the rest of the brew, Emma stood in readiness. The bitter sunlight pressing warmly at the frosted glass of the front door, she elected to leave the overcoat behind. Immediately stepping outside in the mild air, a warm tingly sensation throbbed between her legs. It was just as well that she was panty-less for, before she was even the other side of the gate, her pussy was sopping wet. As she clattered along in the unaccustomed heels, the very act of walking stimulated her pussy lips and clit discernibly.

A deep sigh of satisfaction spilling from her glossy lips, in a perverse sort of way the air brushing her exposed pussy felt most liberating. And when a light breeze blew up, causing the little skirt raise to the waist exposing her crotch, she very nearly came. The expression on the face of a middle-aged passer-by was priceless. Were it not for the fact that the bus was due any moment, she’d have chased back and begged him to ravish her in the bushes.

Yet the euphoria, like the weather, was rather changeable. Every so often the adrenaline levels would fall, leaving Emma miserable like a junkie craving a fix and regretful of the illicit thoughts that underpinned her dirty little mind. Reaching the bus stop, she shivered, hands rubbing arms up and down. Colder out than she’d contemplated, her nipples pointed ahead accusingly. A mainly male crowd having gathered, Emma blushed and tried not to be drawn.

Thankfully, the wait was not a lengthy one, the double-decker bus arriving 2 minutes after her. The auburn haired beauty joined the middle of the procession of city gents, migrant labourers and restaurant attendants that kept the Square Mile abuzz. Climbing aboard in a strange kind of semi-daze, she noticed the lower deck was crammed, standing room only. Towed along almost unwillingly, the stairs proved a slow ascent.

It occurred to Emma as she looked at the pinstriped backside ahead that whoever was behind would surely be enjoying a similar view, only of her bum, so much sexier. Indeed, his – for it was a he, she observed out of her peripheral vision – quick breath warmed the exposed inner thighs and lower reaches of a peachy bum. Just the thought made her pussy throb once more and lurid thoughts to hijack her brain. Now, if she were to arch and push her bottom outwards, she could trap his nose between the cleft…

At that moment the phone in her thigh pocket oscillated as it received a text. The waves pulsed to her pussy like an aftershock, inducing a warm wet feeling. As the procession ground to a halt with Emma stuck halfway up the stairs, the skirt billowed. She winced as a pair of rough hands took hold of her buns, kneading purposefully. Emma wanted to cry out to make him stop, but her mouth was dry, no sound emerging. Breathing in fits and starts, there was little riposte and she knew she was trapped there and at his mercy.

His palms made smooth full circles, squeezing manfully. Oh God, she thought, this can’t be happening, the discomfort turning to pleasure the more the caresses came. Eyes closed and resigned to her fate, she wallowed in the sublime feeling, lips vibrating gently. Her moans upped an octave as her pussy started to moisten. But then the stroking stopped and she jumped as the plump orbs were slapped, leaving two pink handprints.

Yet what followed caused Emma to gasp, as her buttocks were eased apart. The feeling was warm and wet, a tongue extending to lap between her thighs. It nestled in the folds, pressing higher. She had to stifle the urge to cry out as full-on velveteen strokes trailed the length of the moist pussy crack and back, her whole body going into spasm.

Yet the tortuous pleasure didn’t end there. The pretty redhead almost fainted as the tapered tip left her smouldering pussy to press at her anal ring. A volley of eager flicks at the puckered brown knot sent her crazy, her body going limp. Hands on the front of her thighs for support, he pushed the tongue inside. Pushing a fist into her mouth, Emma came.

And then, as soon as it began, it stopped. The person in front disappeared around the corner and the redhead was towed along. Glancing back over her shoulder, there was no one behind. A perplexed look, could she just have imagined that? Skipping along, she took a place on one of the long seats near the back that face into the aisle. Removing the mobile phone, she read the text whilst, at the same time, receiving unsubtle leers from two migrant workers with handlebar moustaches that sat opposite. ~What are you doing now, Emma?~ read the doctor’s message.

~I’m on the bus~

~Good. Make sure to let everyone see what a naughty little slut you are~

~I will. Oh I will~

Her legs eased slowly apart until the skirt tightened on her outer thighs. The pair opposite grinned salaciously as an aroused crack was revealed, the fronts of their jeans bulging. Wiggling her shoulders, Emma tried to attain a degree of comfort from a bra that severely constricted her tits. Yet the movement merely caused the aroused nipples to chafe painfully against the lacy material, sending a shockwave directly to her loins. Pussy lips pouting, a single dewy droplet of cunt juice began a slow and leisurely trail down Emma’s inner thigh. It tickled as it trickled, eliciting a guttural sigh.

Reaching down, Emma extended a finger and scooped it up, bringing the tip to a pair of lips as puckered as her lovely anus. Dipping in the digit seductively, she fingered the hole, sucking longingly and tasting herself as she granted the horny pair an awesome show. Yet as the bus hit a pot hole, jerking her back to her senses, almost immediately the rational part of her brain kicked in. As the sense of euphoria ebbed, she blushed profusely, clamping her thighs tightly together and glancing away, embarrassed and regretful. She wanted the seat to swallow her up. “Damn you, doctor,” she said hoarsely beneath her breath.

Thankfully a short journey to the training college, Emma sprung up swiftly. Smack in the centre of London, it was many other passengers’ stops too, the exit as slow as the entrance. Not only that, one of the Poles managed to wedge in right behind her. All along the upper aisle and down the stairs, his hands were everywhere, groping her arse and tits, teeth scoring her soft neck as he mumbled in an indistinguishable brogue. And this time it was only too real.

Emma tried to shrug him off but was prevented by the unwitting city gent in front. She wanted to scream out for help, but no words came. As she wriggled to try to shrug off the attention, the phone throbbed. It was as if the doctor was intent on reminding her of the terms of the dare. Emma grimaced as a hard thick bulge rubbed her soft arse roughly and his dirty hands mauled her breasts. In a final act of indignity, one hand glided down the flat plane of her belly and under the skirt. Finding the slit, two thick calloused fingers were shoved into her malleable vagina. “Dirty Slut,” he whispered in her ear, nuzzling it with his teeth, prominent whiskers scratching her soft cheek.

Emma whimpered as the fingers slid in and out of her soaking cunt, finally shaking free upon reaching the door of the bus. Fleeing tearfully, she cut an oblique path through the throngs of 9am workers, shaking off the two pursuers and stopping only when absolutely sure they’d gone. Breathless, her breasts heaved and threatened to spill out of their precariously held cups. Reaching into her pocket, she took out the phone, verbally berating the doctor. ~Where are you now?~ the message read.

~Just going to the seminar~

~Good. Be sure to sit at the front and show your slutty little self off~

No, her logical brain screamed, before it was overcome by unknown forces. ~Oh I will~ she replied subserviently.

The atrium at the training college was full with fellow budding nurses, both male and female, and Emma nodded sheepishly to a few familiar faces, her unaccustomed apparel raising odd looks. Deciding against a cup of coffee, she headed straight into the lecture hall to join those that were already seated and waiting. Mainly congregated at the back where they could fall asleep unnoticed, Emma did the opposite, taking a place in the front row. Only when the hall began to fill did it occur to the chestnut beauty that a modesty board prevented the juicy delights between her thighs from being revealed. Disappointed, she glanced at the programme: first up was a Dr Stephanie Rosebuds.

Eyes travelling down the itinerary, the brown pupils expanded and her breath quickened as Emma noticed the second speaker was a Dr Thomas Mystic. “Dr Mystic, oh my God,” she said under her breath. “Surely not?”

Her mind distracted thus, Dr Rosebuds’s talk went completely over Emma’s head. At the end, as the other attendees filed out for the coffee break, Emma happened to notice that the modesty board from one of the seats in front of the lectern was missing. With a gleeful sigh, she changed places.

15 minutes later, with the lecture hell full once more, the door opened. As Emma held her breath for the entrance of Dr Thomas Mystic, her pussy fizzed. A tall, navy blue suited man in his late 40’s came in, offering a hearty good morning. Emma held a palm to her mouth. It was him, of that she was sure, a recollection for faces one of her keenest attribute. She could barely believe this mad twist of fate.

Taking a position behind the lectern, the doctor looked up and straight ahead into Emma’s eyes. She gulped, fanning her face furiously with the programme. Was it him? Could it possibly be? She’d only seen his image briefly, her recollection of his lovely cock better than his face, but was 80% sure this was the very same man that had her under his control. The fact her phone had been silent for nearly 2 hours and remained so seemed to speak for itself.

As their eyes locked, the speaker’s face screwed up and he ran a finger nervously around his collar. Emma too felt uncomfortable, shuffling on the bench. Could he be thinking the same? Did he perhaps recognise HER? In the flesh he seemed so much more alluring than in the picture, rugged and manly, exuding power.

Emma found her thighs slipping apart almost of their own accord. Dr Mystic looked down momentarily to her waist before glancing away. As with the previous speaker, her brain in turmoil Emma digested little of what was said. Occasionally she’d let a hand drop idly to her pussy, rubbing the slick lips, before lucidity kicked in and prompted a swift curtailing. To his credit, Dr Mystic carried on with true professionalism, nothing more than the odd verbal stumble betraying him.

Determined to find out for sure, when lunch came around Emma rushed out to hail a black cab. His picture had to be somewhere on her hard drive, if she could find it. She gave the sweaty middle-aged cabbie a good show, jiggling her tits and crossing and uncrossing her legs like a young Sharon Stone. Her offer to pay the fare ‘in kind’ gained a favourable response and he found a layby.

The blowjob having lasted less than two minutes, Emma sat up to wipe the remains of his semen from her lips with a backhand. “Will you lick my pussy please?” she enquired, hoisting the front of the skirt.

Having blown his hot load down her throat, the cabbie was in no mood to return the favour. Emma alighted, deeply unsatisfied and desperate.

As she took to the stairs, voices rang out from Jess’ room opposite. The door ajar, the scene that greeted the redhead took her by complete surprise. The cute and slim brunette Jess was laid back on the bed, hands behind her head. Her lover David was on one side, the other male housemate Rick on the other. All three were naked and both guys were stroking Jess tenderly, tracing fingers longingly over her pert breasts.

Emma had to look twice. Apart from the drunken evening of Rick’s birthday, there was nothing to suggest Jess had sluttish tendencies. David seemed so strait-laced and unadventurous. And Rick, God knows how he’d got in on the act? Perhaps Dr Mystic had worked his strange wiles on the whole house. An empty bottle of vodka stood on the dresser by way of partial explanation. Emma recalled Jess’ fantasy, an MMF threesome. Incredibly it was being realised before Emma’s eyes.

Lifting the skirt, Emma toyed with a pussy that remained in a constant state of arousal, as the trio became cosier. After 5 minutes of tender stroking, Jess climbed onto all fours, gesturing Rick around to the front. He did so unquestioningly, doubtless unable to believe his luck. First there’d been last night’s the floor show from Emma and Kara, and now he was participating in a red hot threesome. Pursing her lips, Jess took his semi-hard cock in her hand, tongue extending to lick all over the tip.

At the same time, David moved behind and slid a harder cock into his girlfriend’s pussy, spit-roasting the girl between he and Rick. Jess cooed, adoring the attention and moaning lustfully between slurps. Under her expert oral attention, soon Rick was hard. Squeezing his balls, she sucked purposefully. A minute later, his geeky face contorted as a thick load of creamy cum was dumped in Jess’ wanton mouth. Smiling, she swallowed hungrily. Behind, David was still working away hard, cock pistoning in and out. In the doorway, Emma too was working away hard, three fingers embedded deep in her cunt. As Rick turned he caught her eye. “It’s time to fulfil David’s fantasy,” he observed with a grin.

Two more pairs of eyes turned to see Emma masturbating furiously in the doorway. “Oh God, yesssssss,” enthused David.

When Jess assented with a naughty smile, Emma slipped tentatively inside the room. A change of positions warranted, David laid back flat, inviting Jess to straddle his upstanding cock. She climbed on and lowered, Emma watching intently as the hard shaft disappeared up her lovely pussy, covered with a downy growth of hair. Tossing her head back, Jess groaned, palms rubbing a pair of excited nipples eagerly as she rotated her hips.

Without needing to be invited, Emma climbed over onto David’s face. Holding her buttocks apart, she pushed down, cunt lips grazing his nose. Jockeying for position, she sat above his mouth, feeling the first stirring of renewed lust as a thick tongue snaked upward. Facing one another, Jess leaned over and whispered in Emma’s ear: “What’s happening to us? We’re turning into nymphomaniacs.”

“I know,” replied Emma with a giggle. “Hot, isn’t it?”

“Yesssssss,” Jess sighed as she kissed Emma gingerly whilst moving up and down on David’s shaft.

“See you soon,” said Rick with a grin, excusing himself.

As the door shut, Emma wiggled to get David’s tongue near her swollen clit. With ardour he pushed upward, splitting the moist pink folds, Emma’s soft buttocks either side. Anxious for instant satisfaction in order to to get a morning’s worth of pent-up lust out of her system, Emma began to bounce up and down repeatedly on David’s face.

Leaning back across to Jess, they kissed with greater passion, tongues sliding through lips. Emma squealed with delight as she tasted Rick’s semen on Jess’ lips and tongue. Jess too got an unexpected flavour: the cabbie’s spunk on Emma’s breath. Reaching over, they played with one another’s breasts purposefully, each trying to outdo her housemate with ever harder pinching and twisting till their nipples throbbed.

The combination of her earlier fingering and David’s slippery tongue in overdrive, focused solely on her distended clit, Emma was brought to a swift and crashing climax. Leaking obscenely, she mashed her cunt into his face, trying to make the orgasm last. David ran his tongue around the lips, savouring the nectar.

Climbing off satisfied – for now – Emma watched momentarily as Jess lay down flat to her lover’s chest, tongue darting across his lips and chin to lick clean the musky pool of cunt juice left behind by her redheaded housemate. Smiling, Emma left them to it, a series of screams echoing around the lofty house to mark their orgasms as she took a well-earned nap.

Waking with a jolt, Emma wondered at first whether what had happened in Jess’ room was real. The craving between her legs in remission – for now at least – that had been no dream. It was at that moment it dawned upon her why she was back at the house: to check her computer’s hard drive. Time having moved on alarmingly and no expert where computers were concerned, she had to abandon the quest to get back to central London quickly for the two afternoon lectures. Another cab was almost inevitably followed by another blowjob, leading Emma to wonder whether she needed to renew her travel card. As it was, she could practically guarantee free transportation around the capital!

Changing seats once more, this time she secreted at the back, out of harm’s way. Oddly, there’d still been no further word from Dr Mystic despite several hours having elapsed. A few rows ahead, she bit her lip upon observing a familiar figure: Dr Thomas Mystic had stayed on to listen to the afternoon speakers. This could be interesting and the flighty redhead regretted having been distracted at home. Yet it had to be him, didn’t it – Dr Mystic / Dr Mystics? Their eyes met, and this time he returned a pursed yet unrevealing smile. “Come on doctor, don’t be shy,” she mouthed to herself, growing in confidence. “Lost your bottle, have you?”

She felt empowered and in oddly in control but, as in the morning, barely a word permeated her addled brain. After the final lecture came to an end, she looked to see where Dr Mystic was heading. He seemed to glance around nervously in her direction before heading to the bar with Emma in pursuit. “Oh hi,” he said a little reticently as she moved alongside at the counter. “Can I, um, get you a drink?”

Emma accepted the offer with a seductive smile that prompted the medic to take a tentative step back. Nothing like the controlling force behind the comfort of the computer screen, Emma had heard lots of men were like that: studs online, wimps off. Nonetheless, an overwhelming urge to fuck the guy’s brains out persisted and, seeing it was he that had planted the seed in the first place, it was only fair and reasonable to see it through to conclusion.

No desire for small talk, Emma leaned in to retain his attention as he desperately sought an escape route. Unsubtly she let him look down the front of the blouse, unbuttoned to the middle moments earlier to allow her huge tits some air. Her desire off the scale, Emma had to have or him, or surely she’d die. Holding a finger to his lips, she stated: “Look, I want you and you want me, so let’s stop messing about…”

Head clearing momentarily, Emma was amazed by the words that came from her mouth and so too, it seemed, was the good doctor. He was lost for words, a stuttering wreck as once more her wantonness flared up. As she cornered him, running a knee up his thigh and her hands over his chest whilst trying desperately to kiss him, the medic protested meekly: “Look, this is all a big mistake…I’m married.”

Emma eased back, sneering. “Oh, it’s stopped being a game now huh?” she spat accusingly.

“A game? I…I…” he stammered.

Emma’s lip curled. For the first time in days she felt so in control. If, as seemed likely, his bravado had disappeared and he wasn’t going to fuck her after all, she’d gladly settle for the next best thing: his total humiliation. Already their scene had attracted several eyes in the bar, other student nurses stopping to glance over discreetly.

“Look I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dr Mystic protested, a real look of fright on his face.

“Oh really, you pathetic little specimen?”

By God she felt so powerful. Turning to the onlookers, she stated boldly: “This dirty old man has been sending me the most vile and disgusting e-mails and texts. He’s nothing short of a pervert.”

A collective gasp ran around the room and anyone that hadn’t been eavesdropping previously now stopped what they were doing.

“I’m not and I’ve done no such thing,” the doctor contested.

Emma looked him deep in the eyes, before turning away. “And it was him that MADE me do this.”

With that she lifted the skirt, revealing her bare pussy. Observing eyes almost popped out of heads as silence fell. Emma turned to the accused, still holding up the skirt. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“I-I swear I-I’ve never met her before in my life,” he argued fervently, his reputation on the verge of meltdown. “And as for sending text messages, here you can check my phone,” he pleaded, tossing it down on a table.

A rumble ran around the bar like a courtroom scene.

“I think maybe you should leave, Emma,” suggested a male student nurse Emma knew briefly, acting as a peace broker. “If what you say is true, you should phone the police.”

Suddenly Emma looked down, wondering why she was in the middle of a bar exposing her pussy. The past few minutes had been a complete blur. Then it all came flooding back and she looked around the faces. At that moment the phone in her phone bleeped, a fresh text having arrived. Glancing over, she saw the doctor’s phone on the table whilst his hands were still outstretched in sustained protest. Emma hoped it was someone else, her heart plunging as she reached into the pocket and read miserably: ~So, how has my little slut’s day been?~

Emma whimpered before fleeing quickly in a flood of tears. From down the hall she could hear the doctor still protesting his innocence. Oh what a complete and utter mess she’d made. Thumbing in the text, she stumbled outside into the cool early evening air: ~Fuck off and leave me alone whoever you are~

Emma tottered blindly, the heels doing little to aid her cause. Bleep went the phone. ~You don’t mean that, Emma. Think about your wanton little pussy. You want cock and you want it now~

“Nooooooo,” she screamed aloud, among weary commuters who issued uncomprehending looks.

~You want cock, Emma~ he repeated in text, trying to get back inside her head.

“Nooooooo.”

Yesssssss her pussy screamed back, itching uncontrollably.

Kicking off the heels, she ran across the streets, desperately trying to fight the urges. Yet undeniably she had to have sex, and she had to have it now. It was such an overwhelming craving she was very nearly tempted to drag a random stranger off the street. But she fought and fought it until it hurt physically, her brain denying but her body yearning for release. It was a wonder she made it back to the house unscathed. Inside, the first person she saw was Rick, in the sitting room poring over the TV. “Don’t say a word,” she ordered loudly, tugging at the jogging bottoms.

“Emma!”

“Give it to me, Rick,” she begged the nerdish lad who now, in her state of extreme arousal, resembled a stud.

Yet Rick was no stud, and anything but prepared. In frustration Emma slapped the flaccid cock between her palms, anxious to work some life into it. She was panting with lust, pussy like a furnace. “Do something!” she screamed. “Feel my tits, squeeze them!”

Rick hesitated.

“Do it!” she shrieked

Reaching over gingerly, Rick placed his palms on her tits and squeezed. They compressed in his hands. “Oh fuck yes,” Emma hissed as they jiggled.

Gripping the taut edges of the tight blouse, Rick tore it apart, sending the buttons popping like tiddlywinks. Emma’s breasts heaved in the snug bra. Reaching for his head, Emma pushed it down into the cleavage. Shaking his head from side to side and vibrating his lips, Rick found himself in rapture. And so was Emma, squealing delightedly, the merest touch from another like a fix. As they bounced, the fleshy orbs spilled out, resting atop the lacy cups.

Having at last worked Rick into a state of arousal with her hand, Emma wasted no time climbing on, knees either side of his, tits in his face. Dipping from the buttocks, the nipples trailed over his mouth as Rick tried to capture one in his lips. With relish, the sluttish redhead plunged, feeding the bloated cock head into her crack, enveloping it in wetness. Pushing down purposefully, she impaled the shaft. It stretched the lips and the blunt tip touched her cervix. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Rick!” she begged. “Use me as your sex slave! Do anything you want to me!”

Rick exhaled as she arched and began to manipulate his stiff cock with her clenched pussy. Slow at first, as her juices gathered, Emma upped the tempo until she was riding the shaft as if her life depended upon it, tits jiggling wildly. Craving a release from the pent-up sexual tension conferred upon her by Dr Mystic and which threatened to paralyze her unless it was satiated, she was aflame with lust.

Up and down she bobbed, begging Rick to move with her, to shove his cock into cunt deeper and harder. Mashing her tits into his face as an incentive, she entreated: “Come on Rick, you know it’s what you want. Make me your dirty little slut slave, cum in me like never before. Ohhhhhhh, give it to me you nasty fucker!” she panted, continuing to ride until frustration got the better of her. “This is no good,” she complained. “I need it deeper. Give it to me deeper you filthy fucker!”

Backing off the couch and taking the bemused lad with her, she laid on the carpet, knees pulled back. Holding the backs of her thighs to stretch her cunt crack wide, she urged him to fuck her till it hurt. Under Emma’s urgent cajoling, Rick shuffled over on his knees. Taking a huge breath he slid his cock into the moist slit in one easy motion. It stretched the lovely cunt and caused an impassioned sigh to fall from her lips. “Now fuck me like you mean it,” she commanded, lost totally to sexual desire.

Rick obeyed, not that he had much choice, buttocks pumping with fury as he slammed the blunt head so deep it threatened to bust through her womb wall. “Yes, yes, yes,” Emma enthused in Meg Ryan style, hands banging the carpet either side. “Oh fuck yesssssss,” she hissed as her pussy began to react to the unerring attention. “Don’t stop now, you cunt!” she ordered, surprising them both with the unaccustomed expletive as Rick slowed momentarily to wipe a backhand across his glazed brow.

Reaching around as she rocked on her back, Emma gripped his buttocks tightly, fingernails digging in like barbs. “Fuck meeeeeee!” she screeched.

Summoning up every ounce of youthful vigour, he tried to put out of his head the fear that his cock might dislocate if he went any harder. Eyes slanting, he slammed in and out frenziedly, thighs slapping her buttocks repeatedly. As her arousal grew and grew, Emma’s cunt slopped and squelched under the fervent pounding, screams of lust reverberating in the rafters. Unable to hold back any longer and, fearful of future virility, Rick exploded inside her, jettisoning a thick wad of seed that cascaded up into her womb. “Yesssssss,” he enthused.

“Nooooooo,” she countered, holding his buttocks to keep him in her. “Oh God no, not yet, you stupid fucker.”

Rick, however, was spent, wriggling free and collapsing in a heap on the carpet. Her desires at critical, Emma fled up the first flights of stairs to Kara’s room, banging urgently. “Kara, oh God Kara, I need you.”

Yet the room was dark and silent. Pirouetting she sprinted up the second flight, rattling first at Jess’ then David’s door to no avail. Rick, it seemed, was the only housemate in at that moment but was as much use as a eunuch. “Arrggh,” she moaned before deciding to take matters into her own hands.

Clenching her hand into a shape that resembled a swan’s head, Emma fed it into pussy, marvelling as the fingers disappeared gradually. Oh that felt so good. A little snug around the ball of the thumb, a gentle push and the whole hand disappeared up to the wrist, her cunt stretching to accommodate. Eagerly she moved it about inside until finally the orgasm came. And oh was it ever worth waiting for, the sexual equivalent of a coronary. She lay panting for a good 10 minutes.

Downstairs, a slam of the heavy front door suggested Rick wasn’t hanging around to risk seconds. Just as well for, as the euphoria wore off, so did her desperation for sex, leaving her in a woeful and ailing state. Now Emma needed to be alone. But was she ever alone? At that moment her phone bleeped. “Fuck you doctor,” she screeched out loud.

Nonetheless she looked. The text message read as if the past few hours had never happened. ~Emma, I’m having difficulty finishing the story and need your help~

In all that had happened, Emma had almost forgotten the story which, it had to be said, had been responsible for her slide into depravity. She continued reading: ~I’m torn between a happy ending and a nasty one. I want you to decide. Should I spare Emma? It’s up to you~

~Just leave me alone~ she typed, considering throwing the phone out of the window.

But he carried on regardless. ~Ending one: there never was a Max. It was the husband that invented him as a way of getting Emma back…~

Hmm, interesting idea, Emma conceded, her guard dropping. Oh God, why was she letting him do this? Deep down, she wanted to know. And she’d always had an overwhelming urge to see Emma get what was coming to her. The bitch deserved it.

The doctor’s text continued: ~Ending two: Max is real and comes back and brutally rapes Emma…~

Despite Rick’s seed in her womb and her own pussy juices still sticky inside her, Emma could feel her pussy start to tingle once more. “No,” she mouthed, trying desperately to fight it. “I can’t go on like this.”

~I don’t want any more part in your sordid fantasy~ she argued. ~Now leave me alone~

At that moment the phone rang. It actually rang: no text this time. She glanced down, eyes bulging, palms moist. It was the doctor’s number. For the first time since all of this began Dr Mystic was calling her! “Oh my God,” she gasped, thumb hovering over the accept button. Closing her eyes, she pushed. “Hello, um, Emma speaking.”

“Hi, Emma,” spoke a voice she recognised.

Her jaw dropped. “Oh my God, it’s you! YOU are Dr Mystic?”

“Yes, sorry.”

“But why…how?”

The speaker paused, gathering up a breath. “It was me that planted the story on your laptop in the first place. Kara let me use it after her. And why? Because I wanted you. I’ve wanted you since I first set eyes on you.”

Emma blushed, then felt the anger rise. Suddenly everything fell into place. Only now did she recall picking up the mail off the mat one day early in their time together. One of the letters was addressed to R. Mystic. She’d queried it with Kara. That was Rick, the other girl had clarified, an appropriate surname for one so strange they concurred. Both women had giggled. After that, Emma gave it no further thought.

“I knew you liked older men,” Rick continued. “So that picture I sent was my dad, Tom.”

“Oh.”

Oh indeed. If it was any consolation, Rick had a lot of explaining to do to his unwitting father very soon.

“I’ve been putting stuff in your tea for the past few weeks, nothing harmful.”

“You call mind altering drugs nothing harmful! I supposed you drugged the others too huh, the way they’ve been acting?”

“Yes I had to, but nothing permanent will happen, you have my word. In fact, you should be okay now. Look, I’m really sorry, but it’s over now, I promise. I’ve achieved what I set out to do.”

“To find yourself a sex slave?”

“Yes.”

In actual fact, despite the unsavoury nature of Rick’s manipulations of his housemates, no one could have too many complaints. Kara had aired her exhibitionist fantasies, Jess and David had enjoyed their respective threesomes and Rick had made Emma his sex slave. As things stood, everyone but Emma’s fantasies had been granted. Now, with her mind returning to a semblance of normality, she reflected upon the fantasy, shuddering. “Make Emma’s a happy ending,” she suggested.

“In the story?”

“Yes.”

“So, the first option?”

“Yeah.”

“But wouldn’t that turn my readers against me? Don’t you think 99% of them want to see her get raped?”

“Probably, but it’s a nasty, cruel fantasy.”

Having come full circle, the idea of a stranger raping her, even in fantasy, was abhorrent to Emma. It made her physically sick.

Outside, brothers Jim and Joe Masters chanced upon the tall gothic house. “Here,” said Joe, the window lifting in his hand. “Bingo! Hope there’s plenty of cash around.”

“If there’s not, we’ll just have to take it in kind. This is a nurses’ home,” Jim offered.

“Nurses huh? Mmm fuck yeah. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Joe asked excitedly

“Yeah,” Joe grinned, his calloused fingers appraising the cold sharp edge of the keen blade. “Let’s go get us some hot nurse action…”

The End

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