It had been two weeks since Sheriff Tom Carson had his affair with Sara, his son's girlfriend. She and his son had returned to college. He tried to block her from his mind. They agreed no contact was best. No social media, calls or texts allowed.

Tom wanted to be a loyal husband again. He wanted to write this off as a one-time mistake. But something had changed within him. Lust tinged the way he viewed everything. He caught himself evaluating most women on their sexual attractiveness and graphically imagining how he would fuck them.

The gym was the worst. He had a weakness for fit women in gym clothes. He couldn't help but imagine bending over and roughly fucking every cute woman who walked by in yoga pants. In the past, he might notice them, but his train of thought would stick to exercise. What made it worse was that many women seemed to notice his attention, and several appeared to like it. His ambition to be loyal was not being helped by women in sports bras and skin-tight shorts flirting with him and giving him fuck-me eyes as they walked past him. One minx spent five minutes bending over in front of him in the sheerest yoga pants while he did curls. She made eye contact with him from between her legs and smiled suggestively

He was most concerned by the change in how he viewed his daughter's friends. Most of them were only 18 years old. They came to his house to swim in the lake, usually wearing bikinis. He used to think of them as kids, almost members of the family. Now his mind evaluated them as women with bodies made for fucking. He tried to resist, but couldn't help analyzing them based on whose lips would look best around his cock (Sophie), who could provide the best titty-fuck (Emma), or who would look best on all fours begging (Mei).

One person who wasn't concerned about the change inside Tom was his wife. She didn't know what caused it or all the consternation it was causing Tom, but she liked the increase in the quality and quantity of sex. Before the affair, they had sex about once every other week, usually the same formula. Now, they were having sex four times a week. It was almost more than she could handle. She loved how aggressive he had become.

Carol chalked up the change to increasing her yoga classes from three to four times per week. She'd lost about 5 pounds and was noticeably fitter. There wasn't anything else she could think of that could have driven the change.

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On his way home from work, Tom was stopped at a red light when his phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number reading, "Someone's been a naughty boy. [winking devil emoji]"

Tom's stomach dropped, and his heart pounded. He just stared. He snapped out of it when the car behind him honked at him to go through the now-green light. He drove into a parking lot.

He re-read the message. He tried to convince himself maybe it was a spammer. Then he received another message, "and with your son's gf. [Mind blown emoji]"

Tom was gutted. His world was crumbling around him. He didn't know if he was going to throw up or cry or both.

With trembling hands, he typed out, "What do u want?"

The response was, "Sbarro [pizza emoji]. Crystal Lake Mall in 30 min [winky face]."

Tom was baffled by the tone of this texter. Were they taunting him? Could this be Sara playing a joke?

Tom texted his wife that he was held up at work and wouldn't be home for at least an hour He headed to the mall. He created a list of suspects. Maybe someone on the force got ahold of his dashcam footage. Normally, footage only gets saved and reviewed when an incident is logged, and he didn't log an incident. But maybe someone reviewed it anyway. Maybe someone drove past and saw them. He didn't see anyone, but he was distracted.

He pulled into the mall parking lot. He wasn't sure how he should play this. Should he get tough with them? Should he just comply? He couldn't know until he knew what they wanted.

He sat down at a table in the food court near Sbarro's. He scanned the crowd, trying to identify the texter, but he had no idea who he was looking for. He heard someone say, "Hey, Mr. Carson."

He spun and saw his daughter's friend Emma. Emma was a tall drink of water that looked like she walked out of a comic book. She was a statuesque 5'11'. Her body was toned from playing volleyball. She had DD-cup breasts that defied gravity. She was wearing a midriff-baring t-shirt and didn't have a bra underneath. Her nipples were poking out under the fabric. Her fit tummy displayed a belly button piercing. She wore yoga pants that showed off her firm ass. Her long dark hair was in a braid.

Tom struggled to think up something to tell Emma to get her out of there before the texter showed. He couldn't be too direct as it could raise suspicions. He also didn't want to say anything noteworthy, so she wouldn't mention his presence to anyone.

"Uh ... hi, Emma ... um ... "

As he stumbled over his words, he noticed the Sbarro box in her hand.

"Did you text me?"

"Yeah, duh!" she said with an eye roll and a giggle.

She sat down across from him. Tom's mind reeled. He hadn't considered the possibility that anyone witnessed his second affair. They were alone in his house. His mouth hung open in a dumbfounded expression. Emma leaned and took a bite of pizza. She could see the wheels in Tom's head spinning, trying to figure out what happening.

She sat there smirking, waiting for Tom to say something. Her mom was a car salesperson and taught her the art of negotiation. She was going to sit back and let Tom do most of the talking. She would maintain her leverage and exploit it strategically.

"What is this about? Are you blackmailing me?"

"Slow down there, Mr Carson. It's about what you were doing with your son's girlfriend ... in your bedroom ... that you share with your wife."

"How do you know about that?"

"I came into the house to use the bathroom. I heard that little slut moaning. I came to check it out. I assumed Carl and Sara, but no, it was you ... on top of her ... naked."

"Does Candice know?"

"Not yet." He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Does anyone know?"

"Listen, you and I both want the same thing. We both want to keep this secret."

"Do you want money?"

"No, I don't want money ... well, not in the way you're thinking about."

"What then?"

"In the words of that old movie When Harry Met Sally, 'I'll have what she's having.'"

"Huh?"

"Half of summer is left before college. I've tired myself out on the boys in town. I want to have a summer to remember, and you seem more than capable of that ... though not willingly."

"What?"

"I've been dropping hints for weeks. I've been to your house every day in a bikini. I've been wearing necklaces so I could play with them to draw your attention to my tits. The lip bites and fuck-me eyes. It was either this or hire a skywriter."

Tom had noticed all of that, but he thought it was all in his head. He was aware he was viewing everything through lust-colored glasses. He didn't think one of his daughter's friends would actually be interested in him and sending signals.

"Wait ... you're saying you want to have sex ... with me?"

"I guess I should have hired the skywriter. Yes, I want to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you since I learned what fucking was."

"And if I don't, you're going to tell my wife about Sara?"

"Don't say it like that. It makes me sound like Weinstein. Let's just say I won't be able to tell anyone anything if there is something in my mouth ... something big and hard."

Tom's cock started to stir at that comment. He even started to blush.

"What was the thing you were saying about money?"

"Oh right, I was thinking we could go over there to Victoria's Secret, and you could buy me some lingerie. I could model it for you in the dressing room." She raised her eyebrows provocatively.

Tom was still stunned. At no point in this conversation did he feel he knew what was coming next. He was expecting to get shaken down by a stranger, but here he was, getting propositioned by a high school girl. Emma's tone during the whole conversation was playful and matter-of-fact, even when she alluded to sucking his cock. Even now, after demanding sex from him, she was just sitting there with a smirk, eating pizza.

Emma was pleased with how this was going. Mr. Carson hadn't pushed back on anything she proposed. The fact that he seemed to be surprised to learn that she had been hitting on him was good. It meant he was dumb, not uninterested. She'd wanted to be with Mr. Carson since she was in junior high. The first time she touched herself, she was fantasizing about him. The fact that she was so close to making her dream come true was thrilling. Her heart was pounding, and her pussy was tingling, but she played it cool.

"I don't think they let men in the dressing rooms. Plus I can't go in there with you. People I know come to this mall, they can't find me buying lingerie for my daughter's friend."

"I was worried about that. Plan B: you give me your wallet. I text you pictures from the dressing room."

"I guess," he said as he pulled out his wallet. He was about to pull out some cash when Emma grabbed the whole wallet and took off towards the store with a giggle. She gave Mr. Carson a wink and over her shoulder. She made sure to do a sexy strut as he watched her.

Emma was over the moon excited. Her heart was pounding. She had butterflies in her stomach. This was like something out of a movie.

Tom was dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't think of a way out of this, but he wasn't sure if that was because there wasn't a way out or if he didn't want to get out of it. He had been lusting after Emma the weeks, but not in seriously. It was like lusting after a movie star: a fun fantasy, but nothing will come from it. Now, she was buying lingerie for him.

He watched her prance around Victoria's Secret. She was skipping between tables, picking up different bras and panties. She would look at him and giggle. His cock hardened.

He was concerned about logistics. He texted Emma, "Is the plan to do this tonight?"

"yes [devil emoji]"

"Where?"

"my house. Mom's out of town"

He texted his wife, "I am going to be longer than I thought. Paperwork [angry emoji]. Don't hold dinner for me."

He switched back to Emma, "Don't forget stockings [eggplant emoji, drips emoji]"

Emma looked back at him with a faux-shocked expression. She walked to an employee to ask where they kept the stockings. The employee asked her if she was buying for a special occasion with her boyfriend. Emma said yes and pointed with her whole arm at Tom. Tom was embarrassed and worried about someone noticing. The employee looked at Tom and gave a judgemental look.

Emma and the employee disappeared into the back. A minute later, Tom received a text. It was a selfie from Emma. She had taken the photo herself with the camera at a high angle. She was wearing a lacy black bra. It may have been a size small or maybe the perfect size because her breasts were spilling out the top. Because of the angle, he couldn't make out the rest of the ensemble.

"The top is great, but I can't see the bottoms."

Next came a blurry photo of the mirror. It looked like she took it over her shoulder. She was in a black thong with stockings.

"It's blurry, but I'm not a fan of thongs. Big fan of garter belts"

"[Thumbs up emoji]"

A few minutes later, his phone buzzed with a FaceTime video call. He answered. Emma was in a red lingerie set. Her breasts were spilling out. The panties were bikini-cut with matching red garter belts and stockings. She spun for the camera. Her firm ass was bursting out of the panties. Tom was loving the show when it occurred to him, who was holding the camera?

"You look great, Emma. Who is holding the camera?"

"That's Claire. She works here. Say, 'Hi' Claire."

Claire turned the camera to face her and gave an awkward "Hi."

"Uh, hi Claire. Nice to meet you, I guess."

Emma studied her reflection. "So guys, how do we feel about the color?"

"You might be better suited by cooler colors. I think you're more of a Spring," Claire offered.

"Ok, let's try the blue set. Bye, Mr. Carson." Claire hung up.

Tom contemplated how he had gotten here until Emma called back. Claire slowly panned down from Emma's face and began to narrate.

"This is the Wicked Unlined Balconette Bra in light blue. It has push-up support but no padding since Ms. Emma is naturally blessed. With that, she is wearing the rose lace trimmed, high-leg cheeky panty. That is paired with the iridescent embroidery garter belt and matching stockings."

Tom's eyes jumped out of his head. The panties were the type that cupped each cheek separately. They looked incredible on Emma's model-quality ass. Tom made a low "Uhhhhh" as he stared slack-jawed.

"I think we have a winner, Claire."

"Sounds like we do." Claire hung up.

Another call came a few minutes later. Tom answered quickly. Claire resumed her narration.

"Here we have something a bit different: the Ziggy Noir Embroidery High-Neck Unlined Bra Top in mystique green. As you can see, it provides more modesty by coming up to her neck while being sheer and unlined with only these embroidered flowers to provide nipple coverage. That is paired with the Logo Lace Hiphugger Panty. While providing slightly more coverage than the cheeky cut, Ms. Emma's ample gifts are still highlighted. Instead of a garter belt, we've gone with garter suspenders that sit mid-thigh on each leg."

Tom was drooling. He loved how this set was both slutty and still left a lot to the imagination. The garter suspenders were a revelation. "Let's get the blue and the green," Tom managed to croak.

"That's all we brought back. Should we get some more?" asked Emma.

"No, I think we should be moving along with our evening," replied Tom.

"Oh? Are you not having fun, you dirty old man?" Emma said with a wink. "Claire, I'll get the blue and green sets. Do you know if any stores here sell Jimmy Choos or Louboutins?" The call ended.

Claire emerged from the dressing room with Emma's choices and Tom's credit card. She waved Tom over. He hesitantly went in. She rang up and boxed the purchases.

"Ms. Emma is dressing. While she does, I'll need your signature on the receipt," Claire stated professionally. "You know it's not unusual for us to have more experienced gentlemen make purchases for their more youthful companions. But they aren't usually as handsome or as armed as you."

She nodded. He looked down and was sure if she gestured to his service weapon or his partially erect cock that was visibly outlined in his uniform pants.

"Just serving and protecting" was all he had for a response.

"If there are other items you'd like to have modeled for you. Here is my card. I'd be happy to call you or meet in person to model for you."

Tom couldn't believe his ears. His head was spinning. He'd gone from loyal husband to receiving unsolicited propositions from a lingerie saleswoman. He looked Claire over. She was about 25 years old. She was light-skinned black. She wore her hair back in natural curls. She was slim and dressed professionally in a white button-down and a short, tight pencil skirt. Her shirt had the top two buttons open, which allowed for a hint of the pink lacy bra she wore. She looked like a secretary who'd keep your wife up at night.

"That's very kind of you, Claire," he said with a smirk as he pocketed her card as Emma emerged from the dressing room.

"C'mon Carson, Nordstrom Shoe Department is that away," commanded Emma, walking straight from the dressing room out of the shop.

"See you later," said Tom, giving Claire one more look over.

"I hope so, Sheriff," purred Claire with a wink.

Tom kept pace 20 feet behind Emma. He preferred not to be seen with her, though there was the issue of the Victoria's Secret box under his arm. He might need to go back tomorrow to buy something for his wife with cash in case she notices the credit card transaction or someone mentions seeing him there.

Emma led him straight into the shoe department at Nordstrom's. She asked the salesman for the Jimmy Choo's. He led her to the display. He pointedly asked her if she was aware that most styles cost more than $700. She said that wouldn't be an issue. Tom was shocked, but he could afford it.

She tried on a black leather pair of 4-inch heels. At 5'11', she didn't need the extra height, but they did do wonders for her legs and ass. Emma walked up to Mr. Carson. She was pleased that he was still noticeably taller than her.

"What do you think, Mr. Carson?"

"Sold."

"Perfect. Pay the man," she said, tossing him his wallet.

Tom gave the salesman his credit card. The salesman gave Tom an envious look before giving Emma another look up and down.

"Ok, Mr. Carson. Give me a 15-minute headstart, and don't forget these." She flicked his handcuffs. "Or this." She gave his cock a squeeze. She giggled and headed out with their purchases.

Tom went to a convenience store to kill time. He got a Gatorade and a protein bar. He figured he should fuel up. At the counter, he noticed the condom display. He considered buying a pack, but then he considered fucking Emma bareback and cumming in and on her. He paid for the Gatorade and protein bar.

The drive to Emma's took 10 minutes. He considered putting on the sirens and cutting it down to about 5 minutes but was concerned about drawing attention. The 10 minutes were agonizing. Tom imagined Emma's body in detail. He knew it so well from all the time she spent in a bikini. His cock was almost Hulk-ing out of his pants.

He fantasized about all the ways he wanted to fuck Emma. He had been dreaming about titty-fucking her. She was tall enough that they could do standing positions like bending her over with her arms behind her back or missionary against a wall.

He was panting like a dog as he pulled into her driveway. The only light on in the house was in the living room. Emma was silhouetted against the blinds. He could see her pulling off her shirt. Her tits fell out of her shirt, and jiggled provocatively. She bent down to pick up her bra. She snapped back up and flipped her hair back. She arched her back as she put on her bra. Tom groaned.

Emma was bursting with excitement and anticipation. It was like riding a rollercoaster mixed with Christmas morning. She had been attracted to Mr. Carson since junior high. Seeing him having sex with Carl's girlfriend excited her on multiple levels. It was arousing to stumble on people having sex. She was surprised at how much she liked watching them without them knowing she was there. She loved seeing the man of he dreams in a frenzied sexual state. She only wished she could have seen more of his cock. All she could see was Mr. Carson on top of Sara, mauling her breasts while she screamed and moaned. Finally, it opened up the possibility that Mr. Carson could be open to fucking her. She assumed he was too loyal and uptight to cheat on his wife, especially with a much younger girl. It was like if a movie star you had a crush on but never thought you would meet suddenly texted you, "You up?"

Emma had spent the past weeks fantasizing about seducing Mr. Carson. She loved the idea of handcuffing him to the bed and using him like her personal sex toy. She'd run her nails over every inch of his body. She'd sit on his face until he made her cum. She'd make him beg for her to ride his cock. When she made him cum, she'd make him spray jizz all over himself. Only then would she uncuff him before kicking him out of her house for the night.

She'd tried similar tactics with boys her age, but it was never fulfilling. Most of the time, they'd either prematurely cum while she teased them, or they'd lose their boner when they weren't in control. She needed a real man to make her fantasy into reality.

Forcing Mr. Carson to buy her lingerie and shoes had made Emma so wet. She loved how he could barely speak when she modeled the lingerie. She had him eating out of the palm of her hand. Feeling her new lacy lingerie against her pussy felt incredible. If he didn't get here soon, she'd have to take care of her own needs.

Tom opened the door and entered Emma's house. He locked it behind him. He walked into the living room. He found Emma striking a powerful pose in the middle of the room. She wore the light blue lingerie set she had just bought with the garter suspenders, stockings, and Jimmy Choos. She was in a Wonder Woman pose with her hands on her hips and her back arched so her chest stuck out. Her whole vibe reminded him of Femke Janssen in the movie Golden Eye.

She strutted across the room like a runway model. She was a delicious sight. Her hips swayed side to side. Her tits jiggled with each step. As she reached him, she turned around and backed her body into his. She ground her ass into his crotch. She leaned her head back and looked him in the eyes.

"Took you long enough, old man. I was afraid you chickened out."

"Never"

He kissed her with passion. He wrapped his arms around her. One hand grabbed her breast. His other hand slid down her toned tummy to her panties. He squeezed her against his body. Tom broke the kiss so he could kiss down her neck to her collarbone. He pinched her nipple through the thin material of her bra. He cupped her pussy over her panties. Emma moaned.

She pulled away from him and grabbed him by the belt buckle. She walked backward, dragging him with her while staring lustfully into his eyes with a wicked smile. She brought him to a dining room chair. She gave her a little push on the chest, and he took the hint to sit down. She unsnapped the handcuffs from his belt. She took his hands behind the chair and cuffed them.

"You have the right to remain silent ... but good luck with that."

She strutted around the chair and stood in front of him. Tom was stunned and aroused by her confidence. She clearly had a plan for this night, and she was going to make it happen. He didn't have any say in it.

She faced away from him with her legs a little wider than shoulder-width apart. Suddenly she bent at the waist and pushed her incredible ass out. Tom was more happy with his purchase of the light blue cheeky panties than he was with any purchase he had made in his life. The little bit of cleavage between the cheeks was unbelievably sexy. When she bent over, he could see the prominent outline of her thick pussy lips. He strained against the handcuffs. He wanted to touch her ass so badly.

Emma saw the look of struggle on his face as she looked through her legs. She loved. She knew she had him where she wanted him when he groaned involuntarily. She snapped back up and twerked her ass. She took a quick peek at his cock to see how hard she'd made it and to make sure he hadn't cum in his pants. She was pleased to see it struggling to break free of his pants and fully loaded.

She sat in his lap and ground her ass into him. She leaned back her head. He tried to kiss her, but she pulled away just far enough that he couldn't reach her. She kept his lips tantalizing close to his and giggled at him as he strained for her. He sighed.

She could feel his thick cock against her ass. She could tell he was packing. She loved that she had made her longtime crush, her friend's dad, and a happily married man rock-hard and whimpering for her affection.

"Did that tiny slut make you this horny?"

"I don't know. I can't even remember a time before walking in here."

"Did she tease you?"

"No, she had my cock in her mouth within minutes of meeting me."

"What a slut. Well, I am going to make you beg for it."

"You'll try."

"Cocky, I see. Let's hope you can back it up."

"Don't worry. I will be walking out of here in an hour. You'll be limp on the flour after I drained every ounce of pleasure out of you. Your voice will be hoarse from screaming that I own your pussy now just like I own hers." Tom stated that with the same matter-of-fact certainty that you state that the sun will rise in the east.

"We'll see."

"We will."

With that, the lap dance was over. Emma stood up, turned around, and straddled Tom in the chair. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. She kissed him hard, shoving her tongue deep into his mouth. She pulled away and spit into his mouth. He was shocked. She was smirking.

Still holding his head so he was looking straight up, she licked him from the base of his neck to his chin. She began unbuttoning his shirt. When she finished, she pulled it off his chest. She couldn't slide it down his arms with the cuffs. She dragged her nails down his chest hard enough to leave red marks but not enough to scratch him.

"All these strong muscles and you can't use any of them," she taunted. She could see his muscles flex as he strained against the cuffs. She sucked his nipple into her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue, making him moan. She bit it, making him yelp in pain.

Emma had Mr. Carson right where she wanted him. It was easy for a 6'4'' oaf to dominate some 100 lb waif. Emma was an Amazon. He probably expected her to just fall to her knees and suck his cock, then fall on her back and get fucked. She came to conquer and plunder. She would torture him until he begged, then only fuck him when she most desired it. This poor old man didn't know what he was in for.

Tom looked at her with lust. No woman had ever tried to dominate him. He loved the challenge. He was mentally keeping score of every tease and torture so he could deal them back tenfold. This arrogant young girl didn't know what she was in for.

She reached for his belt buckle. "It's time to see what you've been keeping from me all these years. It's time to make it mine."

She undid his pants and pulled them off. His boxer briefs were doing a great job of making his cock look huge. She grabbed the waist of his boxers and made eye contact with him as she pulled them off. He held her gaze with a cocky smile. She broke eye contact to look at her prize and realized it wasn't the boxers making his cock look huge; it was the 8-inch stone pillar inside.

Her mouth dropped open, and her breath got shallow. She was intimidated. Her biggest conquest was 6 inches and much less girthy. All she could do was kneel and stare while she collected her nerve. Her mouth watered.

Tom could feel the tables starting to turn, and he hadn't even moved a muscle yet. But he was underestimating Emma.

Emma rose to her feet. She leaned forward and put her hands on Tom's knees. She gripped his cock by the base. She locked eyes with him. She flicked her wrist so Tom's cock bounced off his abs. As it moved back towards Emma, it just grazed her lips. Tom moaned at how close she was to sucking his cock. His cock nestled into her cleavage. She glanced down.

"Your cock looks spectacular between my tits. Makes you wonder what it would feel like to fuck them, doesn't it? ... Too bad."

She flicked her wrist and sent his cock back past her lips to his abdomen. "So close."

Mr. Carson whimpered. Emma repeated teasing his cock with her lips and cleavage a few more times.

Once Mr. Carson had reached maximum frustration, Emma stood up and released his cock. She sat on his lap, facing him with his cock stuck between their bodies.

She grabbed him by the chin and stuck her tongue back in his mouth. She broke their kiss to lean back and unhook her bra but didn't take it off. Mr. Carson's eyes were glued to her tits. He panted like a dog.

Emma waited. The bra slipped almost imperceptibly lower. The left strap fell off her shoulder, but the cups held in place. She lowered her right shoulder to get right strap to fall. The cups dropped slightly but held on her erect nipples. Mr. Carson whimpered. Emma laughed.

After what felt like an eternity, Emma said one word: "Beg."

"Oh, please take it off."

"Not enough."

"Please, I am begging. I've wanted to see your breasts for years. You've been teasing me with your bikinis and tank tops. Please. I'd do anything."

"Did you beg her?"

"No, who would bother begging for such little crumbs?"

Emma smiled victoriously. She shimmied, and her bra gave up its fight. She tossed it aside. She rose and leaned forward. She pushed her tits together with her arms.

"Oh my God," he whispered. What he would have given the fill his hands with the perfect tits. God made every sculptor in history jealous when he made those breasts.

Mr. Carson leaned forward and kissed the right breast timidly, waiting to see what Emma would allow. He kissed her left breast. She put her feet on the floor and rose. She fed her right nipple into Mr. Carson's hungry mouth. Her breast smothered his moan.

He took in her nipple. He gave it a timid nibble at first. When Emma moaned slightly, he gave it a more aggressive bite. She moaned louder.

He turned his head and gave her other nipple the same rough treatment. Emma loved having her nipples played with. She loved the feeling of Mr. Carson's rough stubble and mustache on her soft skin. She could also feel his chest hair against her body. That was a new for her, but she loved the reminder she was with a grown man, not a teenage boy. There was another more prominent reminder of his masculinity in the 8 inches of rock-hard cock sandwiched between them. The sensation of his warm hard cock pressed against her made her wet.

Tom was like a wild animal mauling Emma's breasts. He would have given anything to feel them with his hands. The feel of her body and silky panties pressing against his cock was a decent consolation prize.

"Down, boy," she said as she pulled away and stood up. She took a moment to savor the sight of her conquest: A handsome, rugged man stripped naked except for his open shirt, chest heaving and muscles flexing, helplessly bound to a chair. His eyes were mad with lust. His mouth was covered in saliva from ravaging her breasts. His beautiful cock standing straight up for her, begging to be sucked with a drop of precum oozing.

She wiped the precum off his cock with her thumb. She considered making him suck it off, but she couldn't deny herself. She wiped his cum on her tongue and seductively sucked it off her thumb. Mr. Carson groaned. He was desperate to be touched.

"You're going to want to tuck your chin," warned Emma.

"What? Why?"

Without bothering to answer, Emma put her hand on his chest and pushed him backward until the chair toppled back. He was lying on his back, still cuffed to the chair.

He was so stunned he took a few moments to notice Emma standing over him. She had one brand new, shiny black Jimmy Choo on either side of his head. His eyes traced up her athletic, stocking-covered legs. He paid particular attention to where the stockings stopped, and the thigh garters began. Eventually, his eyes arrive at her panties. A wet spot had formed over her pussy.

She pulled the panties off, and they fell down her legs into his face. Despite being brand new, they smelled of her pussy. Mr. Carson breathed it in like it was oxygen.

Emma stepped out of the panties and kicked them away, revealing a view of her hungry pussy. She'd shave just for tonight. It was visibly wet. Her labia was prominent and beautiful. His mouth watered.

Emma dropped to her knees. She held her pussy above his face. He leaned up, but it was millimeters out of reach. She felt his heavy breathing on her labia.

"I hope you're good at eating pussy because this ends one of two ways: I fall off your face from cumming so hard I can't stay upright, or you suffocate."

"My honor," he whispered.

She lowered herself slightly. Mr. Carson strained forward and was just able to kiss her pussy lips. He was intoxicated by her scent. It wiped away any memory of his wife or Sara. Her pussy was the only pussy that existed to him. She was the only woman that mattered, and he was blessed with the opportunity to serve her.

She lowered slightly more. He forced his tongue in as if he were French kissing it. She lowered fully. She used her hand to spread her lips. Mr. Carson kissed her pussy and began lapping at it as deeply as he could.

Emma rolled her hips forward and back so he could stimulate her pussy from end to end. She moaned. She loved his enthusiasm. He hungered for her like a man on the brink of starvation.

She positioned herself so her clit was in his mouth. He teased it, slowly circling it with his tongue. Looking up, he saw her eyes flutter shut as she groaned. He sucked on her clit and flicked with just the tip of his tongue.

"Oh, God, Mr. Carson."

He then lapped at her clit with a flat tongue before switching back to flicking it with the tip. She threw her head back and moaned. She struggled to maintain her position on his face.

Her hands cupped her own breasts. She pinched her nipples so hard she gasped. She became aware of how loud Mr. Carson was eating her. It was a mix of wet licking sounds and ragged breathing. He was groaning with pleasure and pain.

"Good boy ... Uhhh ... Good man... Good man."

Emma felt her orgasm building. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her head fell back. She moaned incoherently. She lost her balance and fell forward. She caught herself with her hands on the floor in front of her. Now on her hands and knees, she pushed her pussy harder onto his face.

In a pained, desperate whisper, "So close ... So close ... Almost ... "

Suddenly, her head snapped up. Her eyes opened wide. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her body spasmed. Her legs started to shake. Her full body shuddered. She screamed so loud the neighbors heard.

The orgasm rocked her body more powerfully than any in the past. It was so strong she wondered if she had ever truly cum before. She shuddered over and over as aftershocks rocked her body.

After minutes of feeling wave after wave of pleasure moved through her body, she rolled off Mr. Carson's face. She lay shivering naked on the floor. She tried to catch her breath. She realized she was crying. She didn't know if they were tears of joy or overwhelming emotions.

"Good man. That was incredible."

"I've never tasted better pussy in my life."

They stared into each other's eyes, silently sharing the moment. Emma pulled herself on top of him. She tenderly kissed him. She noticed the pussy juice all over his mouth. She kissed him again. She snuggled into him and rested her head on his chest. Her fingers danced in his chest hair.

Eventually, Mr. Carson groaned uncomfortably. As the high of pleasuring Emma faded, he became aware of the chair, handcuffs and his raging cock.

"Let me help you," Emma offered.

She rolled him on his side and slid the chair out from between his arms. She helped him to his feet. She found the handcuff key in his pants, but instead of uncuffing him, she grabbed his cock and led him upstairs. It was a sexy sight. The 18-year-old dark-haired Amazon wearing only stockings, garters, and high heels leading a ruggedly handsome man with only his shirt hanging off his arms by his large cock.

Mr. Carson's eyes were glued to Emma as her hips swished back and forth, and her breasts jiggled while she strutted up the stairs. Emma could feel his eyes on her. She could also feel how hard and warm his cock was. It desperately needed attention, and she was going to give it.

Emma led him into her room. She let go of his cock. She went behind him and uncuffed one of his hands. A wave of relief washed over Mr. Carson. She pushed him onto the bed. She told him to get in the middle. She climbed on top of him, straddling his abdomen. She put his arms above his head. She took his wrist, which still had the handcuff on, and locked the empty cuff to the headboard.

She gently took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. He kissed back. She pulled away and stared into his eyes while she ran her fingers through his hair. She let go of his face and then slapped him hard across the cheek. He was stunned. She grabbed him by the throat.

"You better fuck as good as you eat pussy." She laughed.

Mr. Carson didn't know what to say. Emma slid down his body until she was straddling his knees. She leaned down the get a closer look at his cock. She wrapped her left hand around the thick base. She stroked the shaft with her right. Mr. Carson moaned. He had been dying for physical attention. His cock was aching. It was also oozing more precum.

Emma rubbed her hand around the head of his cock, lubricating her hand with the precum. She gave him a couple more long, slow strokes. Her left hand cupped and squeezed his balls. More precum oozed out.

She leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Mr. Carson threw his head back and moaned with relief. She used her tongue to lick off the precum. She pulled her mouth off.

"Yummy, but some other time."

He whimpered in momentary disappointment. Emma pulled herself up. She lifted herself off the bed and pointed his cock at her wet pussy. She rubbed the head back and forth between her pussy lips. His head was quickly lubricated by the mix of his precum and her pussy juices. It was ready to slide in, but she kept teasing him. In fairness, she was teasing herself too. Her pussy needed to be fucked, but her ego needed to be stroked first.

"Whose cock is this?"

"Please, just fuck me. I need it bad," he panted.

"Whose cock is this?"

"It's yours. It's fucking yours. You own it!" He was furious. He contemplated slapping her with his free hand, but he drew the line at hitting a girl. He also knew she always had the power to tell his wife, so it would be a Pyrrhic victory.

She had stopped even listening to him and pushed his cock into her. They sighed in unison. Her pussy struggled with his girth. She had little more than the head inside her, but she felt more filled than any boy had made her feel before. She slid up and down but wasn't able to take more than a few inches.

Her breathing quickened, and she whimpered every time she slid up or down. She lifted herself and then dropped with all the force she could. She screamed in agony and desire. All she could take was half his length. But even with only half his cock inside her, she was hurtling towards another orgasm.

She rolled her hip so his cock could touch every spot inside her. She built up a rhythm and increased her speed. She was lost in a world of pleasure. She lost the ability to form words. She could only whimper, moan, and squeak.

Tom was in heaven. It was such a relief to finally get his aching cock some attention. Emma's pussy was as warm and wet as Sara's but much tighter. Her riding him felt amazing, even if she was only taking half his cock, but he wanted to give it all to her.

Tom used his free hand to finally explore Emma's incredible tits. They were bouncing each time she rode down his dick. He reached up and squeezed. Sara's tits were a perky little handful. His wife's filled his hand. Emma's tits overflowed. Despite being bigger than his wife's, they were much more firm.

The only thing that could pry his hand from her perfect tits was her extraordinary ass. It felt as good as it looked. Skins as smooth as silk on top of toned muscle. He couldn't resist giving it a hard slap. She pouted her lips and gave a little whimper but kept riding. She was lost in the pleasure of her building orgasm and couldn't be distracted.

Her moaning got louder and more anguished as she neared climax. She was still only taking about 6 of his 8 inches but felt more filled than ever before. She put her hands on his chest to hold herself up. As she got close, she dug her nails into his skin.

Tom used the thumb on his free hand to strum her clit. It sent shockwaves through her body. She felt a bolt of lightning from her pussy right up her spine. She involuntarily arched her back and screamed. She looked at Tom with fear in her eyes. She had no control of her body. Nothing like this had ever happened to her during sex. Reflex and instinct kept her riding his cock. Her body shuddered and spasmed without warning. Her brain was flooded with so many emotions (pleasure, lust, desperation for it to end, dread that it would end, fear that her body couldn't handle it, humiliation that the man underneath her had complete control) she couldn't think.

Tom witnessed her rollercoaster of emotions with a cocky smirk on his face. With the flick of his thumb, he was sending her through waves of agony and pleasure. He couldn't wait to see what happened to her once he got his cock all the way.

"That's a good girl. Cum for Daddy."

That comment momentarily lit a spark of anger in her eyes, but it was quickly overwhelmed by her incredible climax. She screamed like a banshee. The neighbors turned on their outside lights to see if there was a wounded animal in the yard.

She dug her nails in so deep that they broke the skin on her chest. Then her arms and legs gave out, and she collapsed on his chest. A shiver went through her as she squirted for the first time in her life. She didn't know that was even a thing that happened in real life. She couldn't take any more. The feelings of pleasure and relief were so great she needed to roll off his cock.

She curled up in a ball, whimpering like a scared little girl. Tom wrapped his arm over her and pulled her tight. He tried to gently stroke her back, but she flinched violently. Every nerve ending in her body was lighting up, making her incredibly sensitive. He held her and kissed her forehead.

Slowly, she came back to reality. She opened her big doe eyes and looked up at Mr. Carson with reverence. She felt so exposed. She didn't know one person could make another person feel emotions and sensations that big. They felt too big to fit in her body. She felt vulnerable but completely safe in his arms at the same time.

She knew that he hadn't cum yet, but she was scared to keep going. She honestly felt that she had barely survived her orgasm. She also couldn't bear the idea of not pleasing him after he had pleasured her to new heights. She remembered the game they were playing beforehand about her dominating him. It felt ridiculous now. She blushed from head to toe with embarrassment. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Tom could sense how emotionally bare Emma was. While she was riding him, he planned to flip her over and mount her from behind after she came. He was going to assert his dominance even with one hand tied. He could sense her embarrassment and vulnerability. He didn't want to humiliate her. He loved how strong and determined she was when they started. He had proven he was stronger and in control, but he didn't want to damage her confidence. She was strong and powerful, just not as much as she thought.

He stroked her cheek and wiped away her tears. He gently kissed her on the lips. She gradually started to kiss him back.

"You were incredible. I've never had more passionate sex."

"Yeah?" she asked uncertainly.

"Yes. You were already the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I had no idea how passionate and powerful you were."

"Really? You mean it?"

"I've never let someone have control over me like that. No one's ever deserved it."

Her embarrassment subsided. She uncurled her body and pressed herself into Mr. Carson. She glanced down at his cock. It was still rock-hard and erect. It glistened with her pussy juices. It leaked pre-cum. It was still intimidating, but she wasn't scared of it anymore. She trusted Mr. Carson.

"Now I need you to uncuff me. I want to make love to you."

Her eyes lit up. She bit her lip. Her sex life had only included Fucking with a capital "F" before. Dirty sex with the only purpose of lustful pleasure. The idea of Mr. Carson on top of her gently making love to her wasn't something she ever imagined, but it was exactly what she needed.

She bounced out of bed and retrieved the handcuff key from her dresser. She released the cuff from his wrist. She released the other cuff from the headboard and put it on her nightstand.

Tom rose out of bed and wrapped his arms around Emma. He kissed her deeply. She melted into his arms. His lips moved to her neck with added urgency.

"Ohh, Mr. Carson," Emma purred.

One hand cupped her breast while the other squeezed her ass. His lips made their way to her nipple. He gently sucked it and flicked it with his tongue. His stubble tickled her, causing her to giggle. She could feel his restraint. He was so gentle. He was fully in control of himself and her. She found that so sexy. It released all anxiety and fear from her.

She was completely his and fully trusted him. She felt safe and at ease, which allowed her body to reignite its desire. She began to stroke his hard cock.

"Oh please, Mr. Carson. I need you inside me."

He swept her off her feet like a bride. He stared into her eyes as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down and climbed on top. She watched intently as he lined up his cock.

"Ready?"

She looked up with puppy dog eyes, but her lip and nodded, "Yes." He could sense her intimidation after failing to take all his cock last time.

He held her gaze as he slowly entered her pussy. At the first sign of resistance, he stopped and held still until she relaxed. He would withdraw slightly before pushing deeper.

After a few minutes, he had six inches in. He used all his restraint to hold there. He wanted to pound her like a slut like Sara, but Emma needed a gentle touch. He kissed her tenderly, allowing her to relax enough to take another inch. He pulled most of his cock out and pushed back in so slowly it was agony. His body was screaming for relief after nearly 40 minutes of teasing.

"You have the tightest pussy I've ever had sex with."

"More than her."

He wasn't sure if she meant Sara or his wife, but the answer was the same.

"Yes, more than her. So much more."

"Is that good?"

"So good."

Emma kissed him as he slowly pushed forward. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in tight.

"Ohh, Mr. Carson. You feel so good. No one has ever made me feel this good."

He slowly pulled back until just his head was inside her. Then, more slowly than before, he pushed forward. Deeper and deeper. At last, her pussy accepted his full cock.

"Thank you," she said with tears in her eyes. She was so proud. She was also eager to please Mr. Carson.

"Fuck me, Mr. Carson. Take me."

Tom groaned with relief. He gently pumped in and out of her pussy. He sucked her neck while she caressed the muscles in his neck and back.

Tom steadily built up speed. Their bodies had a sheen of sweat. The room filled with a chorus of sexual sounds: the wet slap of their bodies colliding, the squeak of the bedsprings, the groan of the bedframe, Emma's moans, and Tom's grunts.

"Oh, God! Yes! Mr. Carson! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Emma's body was radiating. Waves of pleasure gently washed over her. It was ecstasy. Her toes curled. Her nails dug into his back. Her eyes closed, and she howled. The neighbor's outside light came on again in search of the wild animals making such a racket.

Her pussy convulsed on Tom's cock. He was closing in on his own orgasm.

"Ohh, Emma. You're going to make me cum."

"Please, Mr. Carson, cum all over me."

"Really?" he asked as he approached his climax.

"Yes, mark me. Show me how much you love my pussy."

Tom pulled his cock out. He gave it a single stroke, and it released a load of cum that had been boiling inside him for an hour. The first rope of cum left a trail from her belly button to her forehead. Emma gasped at the power behind the shot. His second rope left a trail from her breast to her hair, with some landing in her open mouth. More and more shots came, leaving trails across her tummy and breasts. The last shots dribbled into her belly button.

Tom collapsed next to Emma, completely drained physically and emotionally. Emma lay there in shock at the tremendous load of cum she had been blessed with. Knowing she had inspired such a large and powerful load of cum flattered her more than she'd like to admit.

She locked eyes with Mr. Carson as she wiped fingers full of cum from her face and sucked them clean. She hoped that would turn him on as much as it turned her on.

It did, indeed. His cock had been mercifully deflating but deflation stalled. Emma lifted a cum covered tit to her mouth and licked her nipple clean. Deflation reversed. She lifted the other tit and sucked the nipple clean.

"Yummy, Mr. Carson. Thank you." With that, he was rock hard again.

The lustful smirk returned to Emma's lips. The spark was back in her eyes. His cock was back in her hands, getting a double-fisted stroke. The game was back on.

"I am going to teach you how teasing little cum sluts get treated."

"You can try if it's not too far past your bedtime, old man."

Tom rolled on top of her and pinned her hands next to her head. Their bodies pressed together, creating a sloppy mess of sweat and cum. Tom kissed Emma and forced his tongue into her mouth. She tasted like cum. She bit his tongue.

"You little bitch."

He reached for the handcuffs. He roughly slapped one cuff on her left wrist. He fished the other cuff through the bars on the headboard and slapped it on her right wrist.

Tom straddled her chest. He laid his cock between her tits. He spit on the each of her tits. Emma loved how warm and dirty that made her feel. He squeezed her perfect DD's around his hard cock. Between his cum on her chest, her residual pussy juice on his cock, his spit, and their sweat, he enjoyed the well-lubricated titty fuck he had been fantasizing about for weeks.

"I've been dreaming about this for so long."

"Oh, Mr. Carson. Fuck me."

Tom grabbed her braid and wrapped it around his hand. He pulled her head so she could suck the head of his cock while he titty fucked her. She offered no resistance.

"Your tits are phenomenal. Sara's tits are too small to even attempt this. My wife's can barely manage. You are made for this."

Emma blushed and doubled her effort to suck his cock while he used her. She nursed drops of pre-cum from the tip. She ran her tongue around the ridge of his cock head. Tom appreciated the enthusiasm.

"Good girl," he growled, increasing his pace.

The animalistic part of Tom's brain began taking over. The gentle lovemaker was fading into the background. His eyes blazed with lust.

As much as he was enjoying her tits, he needed to take possession of this slut's cunt. He snatched the handcuffs keys from the nightstand. He released one of her wrists. Emma was bewildered.

Tom pulled her to her feet. He wrestled her hands behind her back and cuffed her. He used his foot to spread her legs. He wrapped her braid around his hand and bent her forward. He lined his cock up and forced it in with one rough pump.

Emma shrieked. She looked over her shoulder at Mr. Carson with pleading eyes, half hoping he wouldn't hurt her and half hoping he would. His powerful thrusts made her stumble forward. He held her up by her braid and the cuffs. He continued to pound her across the room until she was leaning against the window. Unable to use her hands to brace her, her face and breasts pressed against the cold glass. The shock of the cold against her sensitive skin forced her to squeal.

"Take my cock. You're made for this," he snarled.

"Fuck me like you fucked Sara. Treat me like that slut."

"You think you could take it?"

"Make me take it ... Ohh! Fuck!"

Tom threw away any pretense of restraint. He pounded her wet pussy. The loud slaps of the bodies crashing into each other filled the room. The air was thick with sweat and sex. Emma's moans intensified.

"Oh fuck. You are the perfect piece of ass. You were made to be fucked like this."

"Oh, God! Mr. Carson! FUCK ME!"

Emma noticed the neighbor's lights go on. She saw the husband and wife look out the window. The wife saw her first. She laughed and pointed to Emma's window. The husband's jaw dropped at the sight of Emma's breasts pressed against the window. His wife had to pull him away.

Emma felt like such a whore getting fucked against the glass while her neighbors watched. She never felt sexier or more alive.

Emma's legs turned to jelly as her third orgasm grew inside her. She groaned as her knees buckled. Tom let her fall to the floor.

She landed on her knees, bent over with her face on the floor. Tom looked at her ass in the air. He listened to her pant like a dog in heat. He genuflected behind her.

He slid his cock deep into her pussy. He grabbed her hips and pounded her with all his strength. She obediently bounced on his cock.

"OHH FUCK!!!"

"Who owns this pussy?"

"OHH FUCK!!!"

He pulled his cock out of her pussy. He pulled her up by the braid and wrapped his hand around her throat.

"Oh please, don't stop! I am so close."

"Who owns this pussy?"

"You do. You own my pussy. Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me."

He laughed at her. "That's right."

He leaned over her face. "Open wide."

She obeyed. He spit in her mouth.

"Thank you. Please, I need your cock"

Emma was almost in tears. Tom was satisfied. He slid his cock back in her. He released her hair and throat. She fell face first as he pounded her doggy style.

Her pussy was so wet it dripped from his balls as they swung with each stroke. Tom grunted with each stroke. He was an animal going wild on his prey.

"Oh, God! Mr. Carson, you're going to make me cum!"

He slapped her ass. "Not until I say so."

"Please, Mr. Carson!!!"

He slapped the other ass cheek.

"Please," she cried desperately.

Tom roared as he started to cum. The flood of hot cum in her pussy sent her over the edge. She shrieked and went limp. Tom held her ass in place until he completely emptied his balls deep in her pussy.

Once he was satisfied, he stood and walked to the bathroom. She collapsed on the floor. He cleaned off any trace of Emma. He went downstairs and got dressed. He was about to leave just like he promised, but he couldn't.

He went back up to Emma's room. She was still laying next to the window. He picked her up, carried her to the bed, and tucked her in. He kissed her forehead. She was asleep before the light went out.