Jim gazed around the room filled almost entirely with the bride and the groom’s twentysomething friends. He almost turned around and left since he was probably the oldest one in the room. However, he was still on a sex-induced high after his erotic coupling with Sandra and he needed a drink before going back to his room to take a quick shower to wash away any indications of his indiscretions. He could still taste Sandra’s nectar on his lips.

Most people at the after-party had changed into more casual clothes, with the exception of a couple of bridesmaids who were still in their frilly wedding outfits. A brief pain of guilt washed over Jim, knowing that he and Sandra probably prevented them from changing into something more comfortable.

Jim started to make his way to the bar when he was stopped in his tracks by the sight of Emma walking towards him. She looked more stunning than before. She was wearing a bright white cotton top with thin straps, her red hair cascading over her shoulders. The tight stretchy top was form-fitting and it highlighted her braless perky upturned boobs. Along with the top, she was wearing a red knit mini-skirt. As she strolled towards him with a drink in her hand, he noticed her nipples trying to poke through her top, his eyes locked on them as she approached him. Emma pretended not to notice. 

“Mr. Stone, have you seen my mom? She has the key to the room where the bridesmaids got dressed and I can’t seem to find her. Someone said they saw you chatting with her at the bar.” 

A slightly flustered Jim responded, “Yes, I had a nice time with your mom but that was earlier. I am not sure where she is now.” 

“I guess that is okay. One of the bridesmaids went down to the lobby to have someone open the door with the master key. As you can see, they feel like they are overdressed.”

“I see that and you definitely look more comfortable but I also liked your dress earlier.” 

“Thank you, my mom mentioned that you seemed to be checking me out at the reception. Was it the dress or something else?” Emma asked innocently.

Jim started to blush. “I am sorry if I was staring, it is just that you are a very attractive young lady.”

“I am not always a lady,” Emma replied as she took a sip from her drink and then seductively licked her lips. Jim sensed it wasn’t her first drink of the evening. “You still haven’t answered my question, what were you looking at when my mom caught you staring at me?” 

Jim felt trapped and, frankly, a bit aroused by Emma’s teasing but he wanted to avoid telling her that he was looking at her red panties as she flashed them while dancing.

“I was just admiring your outfit and your flowing red hair.” 

“So do you find my outfit now as stare-worthy?” Emma asked, as she twirled around. “I really like this top, don’t you?” she asked as she slowly caressed her top with one hand over her boobs, making them jiggle a bit. Her nipples seemed to be straining even harder against her top. “You appeared to be entranced with it earlier as I was coming towards you,” she cooed.

Jim’s eyes were drawn to her boobs again and he felt his cock stirring. “Very nice,” Jim stuttered. It was all he could come up with as his mind was filled with lustful desires.

“You are staring again, Mr. Stone,” Emma replied as she glanced down at Jim’s growing discomfort in his pants.

“Sorry, your top does show off your curves, much better than your dress earlier.” Jim felt his face turn red but also his swelling desire to see this young naughty girl naked.

“You mean these?” Emma asked innocently as she looked around to see if anyone was watching and then cupped her perky boobs.

Jim gulped and stepped closer and leaned in. He got to smell her sweat and flowery perfume. He whispered, “Are you drunk? Are you teasing me?” 

“Maybe just a little but I don’t think you answered my earlier question honestly. What were you looking at when my mom caught you staring at me?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look but your dress was short and I did see your red panties,” Jim confessed.

“Now that wasn’t so hard,” Emma softly replied as she moved even closer to Jim. “I am still wearing them and they are a bit damp,” she coyly replied with a naughty twinkle in her eye. 

“And why is that?” Jim innocently asked, a bit worried about where this conversation was going. It was late and Jim was very surprised that he was horny again but Emma was a hot temptress just like her mother.

Emma leaned forward, her boob now pressing against his arm. Jim felt the softness of her boob and also the hardness of her nipple rubbing against him.

She whispered, “I found it hot that you were looking at me earlier and then seeing you here alone. I wanted to say hello but then I caught you looking at my boobs and it got me thinking of stuff. Almost everyone here has a date and something about weddings is making me so horny.” 

She paused; her hand brushed against his bulge. “It seems you are horny too, Mr. Stone.”

Jim growled a low moan as Emma rubbed his cock.

“So would you like to get a better look at my red panties?” Emma asked as she turned her head over her shoulder and slowly walked away.

Jim wasn’t thinking clearly; it was very late but one look at Emma’s ass in her tight skirt gave him his answer. He followed Emma outside of the after-party towards Emma’s room.

Jim embraced and kissed Emma once they entered her room. His hand cupped her tight little ass as they passionately kissed. Emma meanwhile was stroking his shaft through his pants but suddenly broke away and paused for a moment, thinking, as she licked her lips.

“Mr. Stone, I taste pussy on your lips. Did you just come to the after-party after fucking your wife?” Emma sternly asked while squeezing his balls for additional emphasis. 

“No!” Jim quickly replied.

“You were with someone else?” 

“Yes.”

“You are a very horny man. I like that,” she cooed as she kissed him again while pushing him toward the bed. “Are you kinky too?” she purred. 

“It depends,” Jim moaned as she stroked his cock faster. 

“Do you still want to see my panties?”

“Yes!” 

“OK, but first I want to see your cock and to make sure you are a gentleman. Lie down on the bed.” 

Jim wasn’t sure where this was leading but she had gotten him so wound up that he decided to play along with Emma’s plan. She sure was more of a fireball than he expected.

Jim lay down on the bed. Emma took his shoes and socks off. Then she straddled his body, kissing him while reaching for something under the other pillow. She pulled out a set of handcuffs. 

“What are those for?” Jim asked anxiously.

“I told you I want to make sure you are a gentleman,” Emma replied as she handcuffed one wrist and wrapped the handcuff around the headboard support before cuffing his other wrist. 

Jim wasn’t really sure how he got in this position and was about to protest when Emma skirted down and started to undo his pants as she knelt between his legs. She pulled down his pants over his hips, exposing both his underwear and the tip of his engorged cock. 

“Did I do this?” Emma teased as she leaned down and seductively flickered her tongue over the tip of his cock.

“Ohhh, don’t stop,” Jim pleaded.

“Oh, Mr. Stone! Your cock tastes of pussy as well. Should I lick it clean?” she cooed as she grabbed his pants pockets to pull his pants off completely. 

“What is this?” Emma asked as she waved her mom’s still-wet peach panties in the air and then over Jim’s face that she inadvertently pulled out of his pants pocket. 

“Your mom’s panties,” Jim replied slowly with a tingle of guilt. 

“You stole them. You had her so worried. She will be so happy to get them back,” Emma replied with a mix of anger and happiness. “Evidently you liked them,” as she smeared them against his face. “Did she tell you I picked them out for her and also helped her with her outfit tonight?”

Jim was shocked. Emma knew about him and her mother.

Emma seemed like she was reading his mind.

“Mom has been feeling very unwanted by Dad so I suggested a sexier outfit for her for the wedding. She then saw you staring at me and felt she wasn’t attractive to men anymore. It got worse when Dad abandoned her tonight to be with his buddies. Then you started chatting with her and she got turned on by your arousal. She was feeling great until she couldn’t find her panties and thought she would be exposed.” 

Emma told Jim all this while she finished removing his pants and underwear and had unbuttoned his shirt. His cock had gone limp with all this news. 

Emma continued, “I am so happy that you made my mom happy but I also think you need to be punished for taking my mom’s panties and making her worry.” 

Jim finally could speak, “So you knew about me and your mom?” 

“Yes, she texted me after she left the room about you and her missing panties. She said you teased her but also pleasured her in many ways.”

Emma then straddled Jim again, leaning down so her covered boobs were just inches from his face. “So do you want to still see my panties or should I just punish you?” Emma teased.

Jim felt the heat of her pussy against his chest. He leaned his head forward and stuck out his tongue trying to touch her nipples but with no luck. 

“Yes, I want to see your pussy. Sorry I took your mom’s sexy panties.”

“Good boy, Mr. Stone,” Emma smiled and then stood up on the bed and took off her red skirt.

Jim looked up, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. Her toned calves and thighs, his eyes traveling upwards until he saw her red skimpy panties that he saw briefly earlier. He sighed. Then it got even better when he saw a wet patch on the gusset of her panties. Emma then slipped her fingers under her panties and started to masturbate. Jim’s cock was now at attention.

“Your cock would feel so good in my juicy cunt,” Emma taunted and moaned as Jim felt his cock throbbing. She was now standing directly over his head. Jim looked up, mesmerized as she slowly wiggled her ass and lowered her crotch closer to his face. “Don’t you want to taste me? Mom confessed that you made her cum with your tongue.”

Jim was panting. He smelled her arousal, her panty-covered pussy was so close. Then he felt her stroke his cock. “Fuck!” he gasped. “You are going to make me cum.”

“Not yet,” she replied firmly. “This is your punishment, you cannot cum until I cum three times. If you cum first, I will take your clothes away and leave you handcuffed to the bed for the maids to find.”

Jim was about to argue but then Emma ground her panty-covered crotch against his face.

“Do you still like my panties?” Emma moaned as Jim’s pointy tongue pressed against her covered pussy lips. 

“Yes!” was Jim’s muffled response. Emma looked back and enjoyed seeing his very hard throbbing cock twitching and oozing pre-cum. He might not be able to hold off.

Emma stood up again and removed her panties and placed them around his flagpole. Then she had a naughty idea and placed her mom’s panties there as well and then took a picture with her phone as Jim looked on in horror.

“You will be good to me, will you not, Mr. Stone?” she teased as she squeezed his cock tight.

“Ouch!” he exclaimed but it did relieve some pressure on him from cumming. Emma then again sat on his face. Jim couldn’t get enough as his tongue spread her pussy lips with a little help from Emma as she spread her lips wide, rubbed her clit and pulled on her stiff nipples.

“Oh yes,” she cried out as her legs twitched when his tongue flickered across her clit. “More!” He continued licking and thrusting his tongue in and out of her pussy like a mini-cock. Her moans grew louder, as she rocked up and down while Jim’s face was getting smothered with her ass, pussy and thighs.

“Fuck yes!” she gasped as her orgasm overtook her body. Jim paused as he felt her legs tremble and heard her gasping. He gave her just a few moments to recover and then he continued his pleasuring of her pussy and clit.

“Move up so I can tongue your ass too,” she heard his muffled command. She then rocked her hips back and forward as she held on to the head as Jim’s tongue swirled around her rosebud, then her pussy and finally again her clit. Her second orgasm caught her by surprise, the moment his tongue touched the edge of her clit, she exploded. A few moments later, she rolled off Jim and kissed him with hunger and desire for more.

“Take off your top, please,” Jim pleaded. “Straddle my cock, I need to be inside you.”

Emma removed her top, revealing perky upturned almost C-cup boobs with puffy areolae and stiff nipples. Jim’s cock almost exploded at the sight. Her boobs looked amazing. He was so on edge. 

Emma straddled him, his cock rubbing against her soft red bush; she ground her pussy against his shaft and his cock twitched and oozed more pre-cum. She slapped his cock with her hand. “Not yet,” she commanded as Jim groaned from the sharp slap to his manhood.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“Please release me, I want to touch you,” Jim pleaded.

“No, remember, I want you to be a gentleman,” she giggled as she leaned down and placed one nipple against Jim’s mouth. He sucked hard, making her moan. “Nibble on them,” she moaned. 

Jim did as he was told as she lowered herself onto his cock, which still had both sets of panties around its base. Jim and Emma moaned in unison. Soon his cock was completely buried inside her hot needy cunt. Jim thrust upwards and Emma met every thrust with a grunt. Jim felt his orgasm approaching, as did Emma. She pulled her chest away from him, riding his cock like a cowboy would ride a buckling bronco, bracing her hands against his chest. 

“Fill my cunt with your cum like you did with my mother,” she shouted as she pinched and pulled on his nipples. That did it; he couldn’t hold off any longer and pumped her tight pussy with cum. It was his most intense orgasm of the past twelve hours or so. Then Emma gasped as her orgasm ripped through her body.

Emma was lying on Jim’s body, enjoying the afterglow as his cock slowly shriveled up and slipped out of her pussy. She always wanted to be in control even though she was usually more submissive in bed. The handcuffs were from her ex-boyfriend, who used them on her a few times. She didn’t know what made her bring them to the wedding but after she heard from her mother, a plan to seduce Mr. Stone developed. It worked better than initially planned.

“Please release me, Emma, it is getting to be morning and I need to shower and get back to my wife,” Jim whispered gently as he nibbled on her ear.

“I am almost done with you,” Emma whispered back as she stood up again over his handcuffed body. Jim soon was looking straight up again at her pussy; now her pussy lips were swollen, her delicate red bush matted, covered with their juices. Then he felt a drop of cum on his face. “I think you need to clean me up a bit before our shower. You can’t leave here with the overwhelming smell of cum and pussy.”

Emma positioned herself so her pussy and clit were over his lips. The erotic nature of the act was making him hard. Soon, Emma was lost in a trance, getting closer to another orgasm. She was so turned on by Mr. Stone’s willingness to go down on her after sex; very few men would do that with her.

“Release me so I can use my hands also to make you cum again,” Jim asked as he stopped using his tongue on her. Without thinking and the need to cum so strong, Emma grabbed the keys and undid the handcuffs. Jim then in a quick move pushed her off him, flipped her on her back and then spread her legs wide while kneeling between her legs.

“You are just so beautiful, both you and your mother!” Jim said, admiring her sweat and cum-covered body. “I love the way your pussy looks, a trimmed red patch. Wait here!” Jim commanded as he quickly found his phone. “Spread those glistening lips for me, it is only fair,” he said, smiling.

Emma felt so naughty that she spread her lips willingly, and moaned as she pulled on her nipples. “Clean me, fuck me,” she teased as she looked Jim in the eyes.

Jim snapped a bunch of pictures and then went back to licking her pussy and clit, careful not to push her over the edge. He had other ideas. “Let us take a shower and I can take care of you.”

Jim and Emma were both sweaty so the shower felt refreshing, even more so as they soaped up each other’s body. Jim paid extra attention to Emma’s boobs and pussy while she soaped up his tingling wagging cock. Emma enjoyed feeling his cock throb in her hand. She loved feeling the veins along his shaft and his distinct mushroom tip.

“Turn around, let me do your back,” Jim suggested. Emma leaned against the wall; she stuck her ass out, grinding it against Jim’s soapy cock. Jim’s hands soaped up her back; his hands reached around at times massaging the edge of her boobs. His fingers pinched and pulled on her nipples as well. She moaned.

His soapy hands drifted lower. He soaped up her tight ass cheeks. Jim took his time with her ass; he soaped up her rosebud. She moaned louder.

“I want to fuck your tight ass,” he whispered as one thumb pushed into her ass.

“I have never,” she gasped as his finger filled her ass. He fingered her ass deeper as his other hand rubbed her clit.

“What do you want?” Jim teased as he removed his thumb and pressed his soapy cock tip against her rosebud. 

Emma was squirming. She needed to cum. “Fuck me, fuck my ass, just please help me cum!” she pleaded as she pushed her ass against his cock. “Fuck!” she grunted as his tip filled her rosebud.

“Oh yes, you are so tight! You have such a tight little ass,” Jim moaned as he slowly pushed deeper inside her ass. “I am not going to last long,” Jim groaned as he felt the tightness of her ass. His hands were now rubbing her clit and cupping her boobs. They were both panting, lost in pleasure as the warm water flowed over them. Emma was first, quickly followed by Jim as their orgasms rippled throughout their bodies.

Emma turned around quickly and passionately kissed Jim. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting that. I might have to try that again,” she smiled, giggled a bit and looked fully fucked. “I think I need to wash your cock one more time,” Emma continued as she knelt down to wash Jim’s cock. 

Emma was tempted to play some more but she was well aware of the early morning light invading her room. Jim got quickly dressed, gave Emma a kiss and made his exit, hopefully to a still-sleeping wife.