Emma woke up with a start the next morning, still wearing her clothes from the night before, soaked with semen and sweat. A quick glance at her clock sent a jolt of adrenaline through her: it was already 9:50, and Nathan was due to arrive at 10:00, with his usual punctuality.
Jumping up, she quickly stripped off yesterday's outfit and rushed to the bathroom. Emma stepped under the hot water of her shower, trying to cleanse herself both physically and mentally from the previous night's events. The heat soothed her tense muscles but couldn't erase the inner turmoil bubbling inside her.
Unexpectedly, the warmth of the water combined with the taste of semen still present in her mouth sparked a beginning of arousal in her lower abdomen. "What's happening to me?" she wondered, her hand moving towards her groin, her mind clouded with a mix of shame and confusion.
Meanwhile, Nathan, always punctual, arrived at the apartment. Alex greeted him at the door with an enigmatic smile.
"Poor guy... if only he knew," Alex thought, watching him.
"You can wait on the couch if you want," Alex told Nathan, inviting him in.
"It's actually on this couch that we fucked your girlfriend like a bitch for over an hour last night with a colleague from work," he thought to himself.
Then Alex added aloud, "I think she's in the shower."
Nathan, unaware of the strange atmosphere, settled comfortably, patiently waiting for Emma to finish.
Emma, in a significant mental effort, finished her shower, making sure not to get distracted by her arousal. Wrapped in a towel, she crossed the living room avoiding Alex's gaze.
Heading towards Nathan with a warm smile, she greeted him cheerfully, "Hello, my love, will you join me in the bedroom?"
Nathan followed her into the bedroom. As soon as he entered, Emma slammed the door behind him and pressed herself against him, her towel barely clinging to her body. Her eyes shone with an intense light.
Nathan, a bit surprised, asked, "What's going on?"
Emma, her excitement palpable, whispered while looking straight into his eyes, "Shut up and enjoy."
Emma, with trembling hands, hastily pulled Nathan's dick from his pants, kneeling before him. Without giving him time to react, she began to suck him, feverishly taking his member into her mouth. The intensity of the moment was almost tangible, each movement filled with desperate passion.
Nathan, caught off guard, bit his lips to stifle his reaction. The scene unfolding before him was both disturbing and exciting. He had never seen her like this. He stood frozen, unsure how to respond, watching Emma's lips move back and forth along his shaft with an almost feverish frenzy. Emma, despite her fervor, couldn't help but feel a growing frustration. Nathan's silence starkly contrasted with what she had experienced with Alex, who at this point would have already grabbed her head with both hands to fuck her mouth.
Nathan, his throat dry, managed to murmur with difficulty, "Emma, if you keep this up, you're going to make me come."
These words seemed to intensify Emma's determination. She redoubled her efforts, as if trying to compensate for her recent thoughts and actions. At that moment, she was determined to please him, to redeem herself by finishing this blowjob as perfectly as possible. Nathan, still hesitant, gently ran his hand through her red hair but didn't dare go further. This tender gesture was not what Emma was expecting. Her frustration grew, but she continued, determined to finish what she had started.
As she felt his seed fill her mouth, Nathan closed his eyes to savor the moment. He was deeply troubled by what he saw, but he couldn't deny the intensity and the pleasure he felt. Emma finally lifted her head, lips closed, with a subtle smile, looking at Nathan with an expression of satisfaction. When he reopened his eyes and met her gaze, she swallowed with difficulty, leaving no doubt about what she had just ingested. Without a word, she stood up, letting her towel drop, and headed to her closet, leaving Nathan perplexed by what had just happened.
Once dressed, Emma left her room with Nathan, holding his arm with a radiant, slightly too cheerful smile to seem entirely natural. She did everything to avoid Alex's gaze, as if ignoring his presence could erase recent events. Nathan, for his part, bid a cordial goodbye to Alex as they left the apartment, unaware of the underlying tension.
That night, Emma found a semblance of peace falling asleep in Nathan's arms. Feeling his reassuring presence helped calm the turmoil that had agitated her these past days. Finally, for a moment, she could let herself go into a more serene sleep.
The next evening, Emma returned home alone. Nathan was working late that day. Alex was waiting in the living room, a sarcastic smile on his lips: "So, slept well?"
Annoyed, Emma responded curtly, "Yes, but it's none of your business."
Amused, Alex continued, "You seem upset. Let me guess... You can't feel as much pleasure with Nathan as you do with me, can you?"
Emma froze, surprised. How could he know that? She tried to stay calm and replied, trying to sound natural, "You're wrong. You have no idea."
But Alex, always confident, insisted, "Oh, but no, I'm not wrong. And you want to know why?"
Emma remained silent, her heart pounding as Alex approached her with that confidence that always unsettled her. Every word he spoke seemed to hit the mark, touching truths she didn't even dare admit to herself.
Alex, now standing right in front of her, continued, "Nathan loves you, and that holds him back. He sees you as a woman to cherish, to protect. But with me, it's different. I see who you really are, beyond that facade. You're so much more than the sweet girl he thinks he knows."
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You're a slut who loves to be dominated and fucked hard."
Emma swallowed hard, trying not to show the effect his words had on her. "You know nothing about me, Alex," she retorted, her voice betraying a slight tremor despite her efforts.
Alex smiled, a smile that was anything but warm. "I know much more than you think, Emma. And that's why you can never feel with him what you feel with me. Because with me, you're yourself, no masks, no restraint."
Emma took a step back, feeling anxiety rise within her, but Alex gently grabbed her wrist, forcing her to stay in place. "Don't run away, Emma. You know I'm right. That's why you're here, this morning, alone. Because you're looking for something Nathan can't give you."
Emma felt a lump form in her throat, unable to formulate a response. Alex's words resonated within her, amplifying her doubts and fears. But more than anything, they confronted her with a truth she wasn't ready to face.
Alex slightly stepped back, letting an oppressive silence settle before he spoke again. "I'll give you the proof of what I claim. For your last payment, you have a choice."
He let his words hang in the air before continuing. "Either you get on your knees now and let me enjoy your oral talents. Meanwhile, I'll call four or five friends to come over, and then you'll be ours for the whole day." He paused, scrutinizing Emma's face to catch her reaction. "Or you decide to do nothing and go to your room. I'll then consider your commitment fulfilled, and your last debt settled."
Emma stood frozen, torn between the horror of the first choice and disbelief at the second. "You... you'd really let me go? Just like that?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Alex smiled softly. "Yes, of course."
She remained motionless, lost in thought, her mind tormented by the options before her.
"So, what's your decision?" Alex pressed, a challenging glint in his eyes.
Emma slowly approached Alex, her voice hesitating. "I... I think I'll take the second option."
But as she spoke, her knees buckled, and she found herself on the ground in front of him.
Alex raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile forming on his face. "It seems your actions contradict your words."
Alex pulled out his member, only somewhat hardened but already promising. "To seal your choice irrevocably, I want you to take me fully into your mouth," he murmured, his voice tinged with a soft but undeniable authority.
Emma, still kneeling, delicately took Alex's sex between her fingers, her eyes betraying an internal conflict. "I... I can't do this to Nathan," she stammered, her voice shaking. Alex, feeling his manhood gradually venture between Emma's lips, breathed with calm assurance, "And yet... this is what you're doing, my dear."
Alex watched Emma with an amused smile, savoring every moment she once again lived up to his expectations. Her verbal refusal sharply contrasted with the fervor she put into her actions, as if her body acted against her will.
"While you're at it, I'll call Jeff to tell him to come over," Alex announced, enunciating his words with calculated nonchalance.
At the mere mention of Jeff, a wave of excitement passed through Emma. Her lips tightened around Alex's shaft, and she redoubled her efforts, as if driven by an inner force she could neither understand nor control.
Alex sighed with satisfaction, a smile on his lips. "Ah, with you, one is never disappointed."
He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number. "Hello, Jeff? How about coming back to enjoy the talents of the lovely Emma?" Emma, though busy, perceived the excitement in Jeff's voice, even if she couldn't make out the exact words.
"However, since my debt is already settled, we agree that this time, you'll owe me?" Alex listened to Jeff's response, then added, "We could stick to the same amount."
Jeff seemed to protest slightly, which made Alex smile.
"Okay, here's my proposal: if you bring at least five guys ready to pay that amount, you won't owe me anything. If you bring more, we split the gains."
Emma thought she heard a joyful shout from the other end of the line, which sent shivers down her spine.
"Perfect, see you soon," Alex concluded with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Oh, and this time, she agrees to make it last for twenty-four hours," he added, his tone almost jovial. Alex turned to Emma, who continued relentlessly, and threw at her with a sarcastic smile, "Well, my dear, I hope you're in good shape. It's going to be a long day."
Emma, though focused, couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and excitement rising within her at those words, yet she didn't slow down at all.
Twenty minutes later, just as Emma had barely finished with Alex, Jeff made his entrance. He approached her with a predatory smile, grabbing her hair to pull her towards him.
"It's my turn now, bitch."
Before she could react, Jeff led her to the living room table and slammed her face down onto it. He yanked her head up by her hair, eliciting a small moan, and whispered in her ear, "If you only knew how much I was looking forward to this, I'm going to fuck you without restraint. And please, think of your boyfriend out there, waiting for you patiently and lovingly, while you're coming because of my cock."
Emma didn't respond, but at his words, she felt her sex become extremely wet.
Without waiting, Jeff took out his cock and, with one thrust, entered Emma's welcoming sex.
"Ah ah ah, I enter you so easily. You really are the slut I thought you were."
Jeff fucked Emma brutally and used her to bring himself to orgasm. Emma could no longer hide the pleasure she was feeling. In fact, she no longer wanted to. She let her cries of ecstasy escape freely from her mouth, even starting to beg Jeff to fuck her harder.
Emma continued to emit deep moans as other men entered the apartment. Alex, with calm efficiency, collected money from the newcomers. The evening was at its peak, filled with music, bursts of laughter, and Emma's cries. They all used her and took advantage of her, sometimes alone, sometimes two at once.
Around three in the morning, feeling fatigue creep over him, Alex decided to retreat to his room. Only one man remained, engrossed in an intense blowjob from Emma. The other guests, exhausted, had either collapsed on the couch like Jeff or had already left. Despite showing signs of weariness, Emma continued to engage with determination, using her skills to fulfill her last partner's desires.
In the early morning, masculine grunts woke Alex. Emerging from his room, he discovered a muscular man with ebony skin fucking Emma from behind. She was bent over the couch, her arms reaching back, her wrists firmly held by the giant's hands. His grunts and powerful thrusts echoed around the room. Emma's screams were muffled by a gag that looked suspiciously like her own panties. The scene was almost tangibly intense, neither of them noticing Alex's presence.
"You like that, huh? I've fucked plenty of white sluts, but you're on another level," the man whispered in his deep voice.
Emma, still gagged and probably too tired to respond, only made small sounds, her body betraying her pleasure despite the fatigue.
Alex, spurred by the erotic scene unfolding before him, stepped forward and positioned himself in front of Emma, now standing on the couch, his semi-erect member at the level of her face.
The man, initially surprised by Alex's appearance, let out a small laugh before resuming his movements with renewed vigor. Alex, smiling, removed the panties from Emma's mouth, allowing her to take a deep breath before letting out a new cry of pleasure. As she was about to emit a second cry in response to another powerful thrust, Jeff seized the moment when Emma opened her mouth to moan, to thrust his cock deep inside. Alex, almost laughing: "Sorry, babe, but if I leave your mouth empty, you'll wake everyone up." Emma, on her part, began to suck almost instinctively.
They continued like this, in a synchronized rhythm, for about ten minutes, until, in a crescendo of pleasure, all three reached orgasm simultaneously...
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A few days later
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"Well... that was quite an adventure," Alex murmured.
“Yes,” she replied quietly, not daring to look him in the eyes.
Emma and Alex stood facing each other, dressed normally, in the same living room that had witnessed their orgies.
"It's for the best," Emma finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I understand your decision, Em," Alex answered, his tone gentler now. "But you'll never be happy, never truly yourself if you leave with him."
“I know,” she said, still refusing to look at him. “But I love him. I’d rather be unhappy than make him unhappy. That’s my decision.”
Alex exhaled slowly. “And I’ll respect it.”
Nathan, during the past few weeks, had been looking for an apartment to propose that they move in together. He had noticed her financial troubles and suspected that paying rent was difficult for her. He had therefore sought, without telling her, a place where they could live together as a surprise.
Emma had cried with joy (and probably shame too) at the news. And she had accepted Nathan's proposal to live together.
“I guess we won’t see each other again,” Alex said quietly.
Emma bent down to pick up her suitcase and bag. “I guess not.”
“This past month... it’ll be etched in my memory forever,” he said.
Emma walked wordlessly to the door and opened it.
Without turning around, she simply said, "Me too," then left the apartment and closed the door.
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