Emma

Emma was beautiful, intelligent and fun. And I was working late with her. At least I was trying to work, but I could
hardly take my eyes from her breasts. Sometimes I thought she knew this. Other times she would pull at the collar
of her blouse and I would squirm in excited discomfort in my seat.

She was talking in detail about something and I was really not paying attention to what she was saying. She stopped,
stretched and suggested we go for a drink and continue our discussion there. I jumped at the chance and in a few moments
I was holding the door to a bar open for her, feeling ten foot tall to be out with her.

We drank three beers and it was time to leave. Emma told me she lived close by so I walked her home. At her door
I wondered if I could perhaps kiss her cheek when she turned to me with an enchanting smile and invited me in for coffee.

I could hardly contain my excitement.

Pretty soon I was sat on her sofa. Emma skipped coffee leaned toward me and kissed me full on the lips. Taken aback I
responded and soon our tongues were playing, wrestling in our mouths. I was very surprised at how confident and, well
forceful she was. I found myself lieing back on the sofa with Emma on top of me kissing passionately. I was in heaven.

I ran my hands down her sides to her arse, but she stopped me with a murmur and shake of her head. She on the other hand
rubbed her hand over my cock through my clothing, grinning at my excitement. She straddled me wriggling against my
excited hardness kissing me again. Eventually she spoke, telling me clearly that there was no prospect of her
‘fucking on first date’. Just the mention of it made my heart beat. I had been single for some months and this was by
far the most exciting thing that had happened in that time.

Emma enquired if I was a fan of oral. Barely able to speak I nodded enthusiastically. Before I really knew what was
happening Emma was stood up, hiking her skirt and removing her panties. What a sight, my mouth was dry and my palms wet
with sweat. She sat back down and took my head, manouevering me ti the floor. This was not what I had expected at the
mention of oral, but it was clear that she intended to be on the receiving end. I tasted her, my tongue sliding up
her slit, drinking in the sweet taste. Emma immediately put her finger to her clitoris, her voice was firm and clear.

“here!”

I obediently licked, sucked, feasted in her, her hands on my head pulling my head into her pussy, my tongue flicking
over her, trying to
follow her rhythm. Listening to her breaths, bulging hard in my boxers. One of her legs draped over my shoulder, the
other spread wide, bent at the knee, her foot wormed its way into my lap, coming to rest on my cock, and began to gently
stroke me.

My tongue responded in excitement, and as Emma’s breath quickened I ground against her foot and pretty soon she was
gripping tightly at two handfuls of hair, crying out in orgasm.

I had cum in my pants. I felt like an idiotic teenager. I couldn’t believe what had happened, I thought I had better
get to the bathroom to clear up as best I could. Emma’s eyes shone. Her voice teased. “You just came in your pants,
didn’t you?”. She giggled, and my face burnt. Standing she bid me remove them, handing me some tissues. she disappeared
off, returning a moment later. Half naked I stood awkwardly before her. She lifted her hand, offering me a pair of
black silky french knickers. “Here” she grinned, put these on. I protested. She insisted. I didn’t want to, but
I didn’t want to put my messed boxers back on either. She prevailed, and soon I was stepping into the too small
panties blushing hard as Emma giggled. I pulled my pants back on as quickly as I could. Emma called me a taxi and
followed me to the door, as I left we embraced, she put her hands to my arse, pulling the panties uncomfotably high.

I squirmed. You can bring the back tomorrow she laughed. Tomorrow, sure, I would get to see her tomorrow as well.

I left delighted. I reached home and sank into my chair. What an evening. I was horny as hell after that time with Emma,
I had gone down on girls before, but never had I met a girl that wanted touse my mouth like she had. I squirmed my arse
in her panties. The phone rang. It was Emma. She wanted to know if I was horny again. To have a little laugh at my
preature ejaculation. Then to my amazement she said she wanted to listen to me masturbate. I of course was only to happy
to oblige. she didn’t say that much, the odd word of encouragement or murmur of approval, and pretty soon I was cumming
again shooting a white jet over my shirt. As my heart beat slowed Emma teasingly asked if I was going to put her panties
back on. I told her I had yet to take them off. Silence. Emma was mad. She confirmed I had just masturbated in her panties.

I didn’t get it, she had wanted me to masturbate, she never told me to take them off. I gabbled excuses and apologies to no
avail. Emma got madder. What would the guys at work say if she told them she had found me masturbating in her panties?

I protested it wasn’t really like that, but this was an argument I was losing badly. I then heard myself agreeing
to be at her place ten a.m. tomorrow, Saturday, her panties with me and washed, to take her shopping.

I went to bed with my head in a whirl. I slept readily. Awoke, showered and was promptly at Emma’s place for ten.

She held her hand out and demanded the panties. I handed them over, embarrassed and uncomfortable. Emma seemed to enjoy
this. She was playful, sexy and very much in control. We headed out to town and went directly to a lingerie shop.

I followed her around as she decided what to buy. Feeling distinctly out of place, not knowing where to cast my gaze.
Eventually Emma had chosen two sets. One cream and another black. She held them up and asked if they were OK. I nodded
my approval. I tried to look enthusiastic without being too excited. Emma reached over for something labeled a ‘halter
garter’ It was clearly too big for mer, I looked confused. She then held it up against me. Commenting that as I enjoyed
it so much…… I swallowed, my eyes darted frantically about hoping no one would see. Emma giggled and headed towards
the checkout. She couldn’t be serious, or so I thought. I paid the bill and hurried along after her. Soon we were in
a taxi headed back to her place. As we entered her living room she handed me one of the bags. Her mouth smiling. My
heart sank. I had kind of convinced myself she had just placed that unnoticed thing to one side on the way to the check
out.

No such luck. Go on, she bid me, try it on for me. I tried to make excuses to wriggle out of it, But Emma suggested that
she would be trying hers on, so I should try mine. And besides she pointed out, we both knew I had worn lingerie before.
She left for her bedroom. I peeped into the bag. The halter
garter, all lacey, black and very sexy, along with a new pair of stockings. I quickly undressed and stuggled into it.

The straps twisting. It took me quite some time to get the garters fastened. I nevertheless managed eventually.

Emma returned looking stunning in her new lingerie. I felt stupid. I stood there not knowing how to hold my hands.

Emma whistled at me. And chuckled. I wanted to get changed again, I felt out of place, and worst of all I could feel
myself hardening and knew it must be obvious. Emma approached me, she had a hair brush in her hand. She tapped the back
of it against my thigh. I flinched. Emma commented on my appearance, comlimenting my legs, saying my ‘tits’ were small,
but my arse was pert. She also asked me to confirm I wouldn’t masturbate in her panties again. I was only too keen
to apologise and swear it would never, ever happen again. It was not good enough, I was to be punished, spanked.

I swallowed, this was something I had fantasised about in the past. Surely it couldn’t be that bad? Emma sat in her chair
and I lay across her lap. She began, by lifing my halter slowly up. I tried not to squirm at the quite delicious feeling.

Then the first blow landed. It didn’t hurt, and neither did the next, but as blow after blow from the hairbrush landed,
each in precisely the same spot, pain built in my cheek. Soon I was muttering, the calling, then ytelling oww oww OWW,
begging her to stop and screaming my sorrys. She stopped. Ipanted, my face hot. My arse stiinging.

“Now for the other side to match” I couldn’t believe it. She set to work on my other cheek, firmly, rapidly spanking me
until I cried out in humiliated pain.

Finally she was done, and I knelt uncomfortably before her. She grinned down at me, taking my head in her hands pulling me
forward. I knew what I was to do. Once again I satisfied her orally.

This was my first weekend with Emma, already I was captivated by her. Yet I had no idea the extent to which she would make
me hers.