Her Nemesis Master (Dark BDSM Erotica) (6 page)

Smirking, he moved the hand that was at her sex, grabbed the
gusset and chugged it hard. The g-string snapped and fell from her
waist to be pulled from under Emily’s skirt. The white gossamer
thong was brought to his face where the man sniffed the aroma.
“...The smell says you do!” he added with a laugh then he thrust
the material under Emily’s delicate little nose, giving her a scent
of herself. “That’s the smell of a bitch in the peak of her
season... Of course you want it bad!”

Emily was shaking, her knees threatening to buckle when the
thong was pulled away and tossed to the floor. But the man wasn’t
satisfied with this demonstration – he had another layer to add to
Emily’s humiliation. It came in the form of his index finger – the
one coasted in juice having been up Emily’s cunt. He showed her it
first in an ‘up yours’ gesture then pressed the slimy digit onto
her trembling lips.

“And the taste says you want it real bad as well. Try for
yourself!”

With a moan she opened up for him and sucked her cunt juice
off. Emily was horrified as she tasted her own arousal, yet she
made no attempt to stop the man. Instead she sucked on the finger,
lapping off her essence with an eager tongue. Amused at the display
of easy capitulation, a second finger was forced in – the man
moving the pair in and out of Emily’s mouth in digital fellatio.
And she welcomed the action, devouring the fingers, thrilled to
have the man’s flesh inside her at last. She worshiped the chunky
fingers as they thrust in and out, slavering around them almost
choking on her lust.

Freeing her chin, the man reached down and with practiced ease
unfastened the zipper on Emily’s skirt. Emily carried on finger
sucking as the man pulled on the skirt and shoved it down her legs
to gather at the ankles. A part of her was appalled at what was
happening – appalled at what she was doing and so tamely allowing.
But the core of her being was rejoicing in the submission, and she
didn’t struggle one little bit as she was made naked from the waist
down. Naked that is, apart from a pair of very expensive shoes –
three inch heels that conveniently gave Emily the right extra
height to line up her snatch with the man’s demanding
erection!

Unconsciously stepping out of her skirt and spreading her legs
in whorish invite, Emily’s mouth was freed and two big hands were
suddenly grappling with her ass, pawing at the fine bounty that was
Emily’s plump buttocks, pulling her to him so he could grind his
exposed cock against her slavering pussy that tried to slurp the
head in as it rode between the spread puffy lips.

Bare sexual flesh slavered in hunger; one organ hardened solid
by blood, the other ripened receptive by the same; both drooling
juice in an exchange of fluids and any little vermin they might
contain. Emily gasped, again awakened by a voice screaming warning
in her brain. She looked questioningly at the man, not even sure
herself what she wanted – protection in this situation seemed so
out of place. It was the sensible thing to do – but where lay the
sense in any of this?

Of course the man read Emily’s consternation with ease and
verbalised the dilemma, stating his case plainly and giving Mrs.
Johnson a choice. “It’s all a big risk, Blondie. That’s part of the
fun. Where’s the adventure without any risk? After a month of
foreplay, I sure as hell ain’t going to put on some rubber, so you
have to tell me to stop. Tell me now – because there’s no going
back if you don’t.”

The final chance to say ‘No’ and she gave him silence, which
down in the basement is a resounding ‘Yes’.

OOMPH!

A second to position then he rammed his bare cock right up
her. Eight solid inches of thick throbbing meat punched its way
into Emily’s vagina. She screamed at the entry which was shockingly
violent – the stretch, the friction, the sheer darn size of the
dick, when added to the power and speed of the thrust, made Mrs.
Johnson see stars. Then she screamed again as her pussy caught fire
and turned into a furnace of orgasmic desire. The heat ripped
through her tingling body – her penetrated, enervated, cock stuffed
body – wave after wave after blissful wave as she quivered in an
ecstasy of stationary copulation.

Now that was a trick! Four years of marriage and never once
had it happened, and now this man had brought her to climax with a
single thrust! He might be Her Nemesis and a brute to be feared,
but Emily Johnson was head over heels in lust.

“Dirty bitch!” the man laughed in her orgasmic face. “Dirty
cock loving bitch!”

He pulled down and thrust again, literally lifting her off her
feet and sending her into sexual orbit. Emily clung for support:
arms flew out to wrap around his shoulders; legs did the same
around his waist; her convulsing pussy gripped his long fat dick as
he in turn held her clenching buttocks. Totally ablaze and utterly
crazed, she tossed her mane of ash-blonde hair as she came and came
and came.

Two thrusts, that was all, and two minutes of consummation. A
lot less than Les normally gave her, but Emily wasn’t complaining.
How could she ever complain about a moment like this? They were two
of the wildest minutes of her life, and Emily knew there would be a
lot more to follow. Retribution can be a lengthy process and Her
Nemesis had barely got started.

Chapter
6

“That was a free taste,” the man announced as he pulled his
cock out from Emily’s pussy and lowered her to her feet. “But
you’re going to have to earn it if you want some more – a proper
cunt fuck – hours of rutting the way nature intended with a blast
of spunk at the end. Understand?”

“Yes,” said Emily, although she didn’t really. But she got a
good clue when the man backed away and pointed to the floor before
him.

“On your knees then, Blondie!” he commanded. “And get your
tits out as well. Show me the match before you show me what you can
do with that coral painted mouth.”

So it was a blowjob! Not exactly playing to Emily’s strengths,
but then all of this was alien territory to the normally
unadventurous Mrs. Johnson who rarely gave head. Warily she obeyed
and fell to her knees, assuming the submissive position before him.
She’d done this recently with Les, so Emily had the benefit of some
practice – but this was so much different. Here in the basement,
instead of a comfortable clean carpet, the concrete floor beneath
was hard and dirty, painful for her knees which were soft and not
acclimatised to such treatment. In this seedy location, it wasn’t
Emily who had control, dictating the proceedings like she did with
her husband – here it was the man who had total dominion. And of
course there was the matter of size!

As Emily removed her smart jacket, shaking with nerves and a
snarling excitement, she gazed at the man’s cock, seeing it up
close for the first time. It was lobbing in front of her,
glistening with her cunt juice from their brief but glorious union.
She could scarcely credit that it had fitted inside her – the
phallus was so incredibly big. But it had been inside her - at
least eight inches of the most wonderful hard potent meat that had
stabbed her so deep, the head prodding at her womb. And it was
really thick as well, the creamy brown shaft incredibly fat and
gnarled with bulging veins all the way from the root to the purple
head where a thick gooey globule of juice hung from the eye,
pendulously swinging like a hypnotists jewel.

As if in a trance, Emily placed her jacket neatly on top of
the skirt which lay crumpled on the floor. The blouse came off
next, leaving Emily in nothing other than high heeled shoes, a
string of pearls and her bra – a tasteful white lacy number that
matched her ruined thong. She made to take it off, but Her Nemesis
bid her not to.

“You’ll look dirtier with them hanging out – even better, just
the one. I’ll let you decide which you think is the
best.”

The ‘right’ was the answer. It was just a fraction larger –
something that had always annoyed young Emily as she craved the
perfection of total symmetry. But that bothered her not at this
point in time. Eager to please, she delved into the bra and pulled
out her beautiful right breast. It was held proudly cupped as she
showed him the splendour of the pert milky orb. Then in an act that
stunned as it was way out of character, Emily lifted it up to her
bending face and kissed the hard nipple which jutted out at the
end. Coral lips met coral flesh – the shade a perfect match which
indeed really suited her.

“Nice! Real nice, Blondie!” the man said as he reached down to
feel the flesh. He grappled the exposed tit and pinched hard on the
nipple making Emily yell at the sudden hurt.

“Yeah, that’s it, Blondie! You open that mouth for me! You’ve
had this coming for a long time, and now you’re going to get the
full works.”

Without thinking, Emily obeyed, keeping

her mouth gaping open as the man freed her breast so he could
unbuckle his belt and pull down his trousers and briefs to let them
rest at his chunky thighs that were coated with fine black hairs.
There was courser hair above the root of his cock – a black thatch
of pubes that had been neatly trimmed – and more hair on his ball
sac that dangled low and full with a big pair of churning nuts –
the right, as with Emily’s tits, being the slightly bigger of the
two testicles.

“Wider!” shouted Her Nemesis, as he grabbed his dick by the
base of the shaft and pointed it threateningly at Emily’s
mouth.

She obeyed, stretching her jaws as wide as she could – needy
yet fearful – worried that she might disappoint the man. Emily
wished that she could explain that she wasn’t what he thought –
that her experience in cock-sucking was limited to say the least,
and that nothing his size had ever gone in her mouth. But she knew
it would just sound pathetic, and that he would probably laugh at
her anyway, so Emily simply hoped for the best – giving herself
over to be used by the brute.

Used! That’s a good term to describe what next happened. With
no care for her pleasure, just using his new bitch, the man pushed
his knob past the gaping lips. He allowed her a taste and he
allowed her a suck then he set about fucking Emily Johnson’s face.
There was no subtlety at all; just violent punching of hard vibrant
meat in and out of poor Emily’s widely stretched mouth. It was an
agony for the woman. Her mouth was battered by the hard invading
flesh, and her knees were grazed by the hard cement floor as he
shunted her around. She shifted her position every few seconds in
an attempt to ease the pain on her knees. It helped to some degree,
but there was nothing she could do to stop the mouth battering she
got as his cock was thrust in and out, slamming against her gums
and her teeth, her cheeks and the back of her throat. Her jaws were
aching from the never before known stretch. Yet she welcomed the
assault, rising above the hideous discomfort. She had Her Nemesis’s
flesh alive in her mouth – his beautiful potent big hard cock, and
Emily was in rapture of agonised bliss.

The man noted little of this and cared even less. He simply
pounded into Emily’s face with no regard for her state. He slammed
his cock in and out of her, relentlessly pounding his meat into
Emily’s mouth. It was an oral attack – a cock punching at her, and
Emily welcomed every penile blow.

Time became nothing; the unsavoury location all but
disappeared as the man continued to violently fuck Emily’s face.
His cock was a piston, pounding against the inside of her mouth,
not caring about being scraped over the perfect white teeth. On
occasions the man would bury it deep and press his glans against
the back of Emily’s throat. It was then that Emily would panic; the
man’s cockhead blocking her airway and causing her to gag. As she
struggled to cope, Emily’s fingers gripped and clawed at the flesh
of the man’s naked hips, drawing scratch marks down his skin. As he
continued the assault, pressing into her virginal throat, instinct
took over and Emily tried to push him away, but the man’s strong
hands held her head steady, his fingers entwined with locks of
ash-blonde hair, not letting her escape and breathe until he was
ready to.

Emily choked and sputtered when the man finally pulled
partially out, but she still wasn’t able to free her mouth of the
penile invasion. Nor did she want to once she’d gulped in some air
around the big plum-like knob that he’d left there. With oxygen
again saturating her blood, Emily was sucking on the cockhead, her
aching tongue washing it, flicking all over the contours, doing her
best to pleasure the man, and hopefully earn herself another cunt
fuck – the hours of rutting that sounded like a dream.

“Yeah, I knew you could suck a mean cock, Blondie. You love
it, don’t you! But you can suck later. Right now I want to fuck
your throat.”

With a knob in her mouth, she had no chance to protest! No
opportunity to explain that it was a virginal gullet he was about
to invade and some consideration might be in order. Not that she
would have expected it anyway, but at least he would have known the
score.

Oblivious to this, and not giving a shit - once again the man
rammed his cock deep into Emily’s mouth. It struck the entrance of
her throat like a battering ram, and this time forced its way
through the defences and into Emily Johnson’s tight virginal
gullet. Her reaction was immediate. Despite all her efforts to
control and accept - Emily violently gagged, unable to stop the dry
wretch. She pushed on the man’s thighs then in panic she banged
them with her palms. Gaining no relief, the cock remaining wedged
deep down her throat, Emily gagged again. She thought she might be
sick and die of embarrassment, or if not, then asphyxiation might
claim her instead. Emily pushed again, and thankfully this time the
man relented. He pulled his cock completely out of Emily’s mouth,
releasing her head and stepping back, leaving Emily to fall forward
on her hands, coughing and spluttering.