| A LITTLE PEEK INSIDE THE STORY |
| Right there, right there on the stairs under the vine covered arbor that surrounded her front entranceway, she cried out as her orgasm shredded her to pieces. She fell on him, a limp rag, laughing and crying as joy spread through her whole being. More than ready to have him pumping away at her. Hard. Rough. That's the way it had to be tonight. They could make love later-right now.... She deactivated the alarm as he fumbled with the keys. The split second the door swung open, Em had her up off the ground and was lunging up the stairs three at a time. On the second floor landing, Em looked around the big, open space. It was a huge, airy room. The kitchen was way towards the back of the wide expanse of space, with large picture windows looking out on the trees in her backyard. He turned to the right-aha! There it is-a very large wrap around couch. He stomped his way across the room, Lily giggling all the way. Laying her down, he not so gently laid on top of her. This is not going to be soft. Ya, baby! She mused to herself. She was going to be completely sore and completely happy by the time they were through. Then Emerson's lips we everywhere. Her neck, her throat, her lips where his tongue did not beg entrance, it demanded it and she gave herself over to his erotic onslaught. His hands were up under her shirt, roughly pushing her bra up and grabbing her breast, rolling and pinching her nipple between his fingers. She moaned her approval into his mouth, grinding her hips in circles under him. She shoved her hands between them, undoing his belt, the buttons on his pants and finally letting his large rock hard cock free. His hands were busy too. He reached down under her skirt and ripped her panties right off her. He muscled her legs apart with his thighs. She managed to lower his pants enough so she could dig her fingernails into his ass and then he reared up and plunged right in her until their hips met in one brutally hard thrust. They both roared from the sensation. He knew he was taking her hard but his mind was all hot frenzy, his need for her beyond his control. He needed to just pump her fast and hard until he came in her. Leaning into her for power and speed, he had one hand on the floor, the other on the back of the couch, making each thrust more powerful, more penetrating, more intense. Lily opened her legs as wide as she could to take him all the way in until they were joined completely. One leg up and over the back of the couch, the other planted firmly on the floor, her nails digging into his ass, drawing blood, causing excruciatingly beautiful pain. She was lost to the pleasure and she was coming hard and fast. Emerson thrust faster, harder, deeper until he was nothing but raw animal power and gyrating muscle. He leaned the top of his head on her chest curling his back, grinding pubic bone to pubic bone, cascading her over the edge. She moaned low...getting louder...louder still.....Lily screamed out as her orgasm slapped her. The sound and feel of his Lily in the throes of orgasmic sensation overload picked him up and threw him off the cliff and he let out a roar and a yell through his gritted teeth. This was not making love, this was hard core fucking with only one goal which is a pure fracturingly intense orgasm. And they reached that goal and then some. As he filled her with the last shudder in his body, he slowed down and then collapsed on top of her, pressing her into the soft cushions. He got off quickly, rolling to the floor on his back. They were both panting like they had run a marathon, gasping for air. Lily looked down at herself and laughed. Her shirt and one side of her bra was pushed up exposing her right breast, her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her sandals were still on. Only the gods know where her panties flew off to. Then she turned onto her side and looked down at Em. Still fully dressed, except his pants were open and pushed down around his hips just enough, his erection glistening with their juices softening against his belly. His face was red and moist with the sweat of exertion, his chest heaving, slowing down. Em sat up on his elbows and looked down at himself, “Good God! I didn't even take my coat off!” he laughed, “Danny's gonna kill me!” He looked over at Lily, who was on her side propped on her elbow, just looking at him with such love on her face. “Oh God, Lily, let me hold you,” he said between gasps and pulled her down onto his chest. She laid on top of Em, draped over him and sighed contentedly. |
| AN EXCERPT FROM EMERSON & LILY |
| AN EXCERPT FROM ROSE & RUFIO |
“You have gotta be fucking kidding me!” Rose shouted to no one in particular. She got up and started
furiously pacing her office. “This is ludicrous! This is totally insane!” She threw the pages of the folder
up in the air. They floated down around the office slowly, landing here and there.
“I won't do it! I fucking won't do it!!” She threw open the door and and stomped her hiking boots down
the hallway towards Emerson's office.
She had spoken with him earlier in the day. Earlier. Much. He and Lily were heading home after a
meeting with the club's lawyer and wanted to check in with her. Said he'd be in his office after 3 today to
get some stuff done. It was 3:01 and she was making a bee-line to his face. Which she was going to be
all up in.
She loved research. Research, stay-up-all-night-caffeined-out-to-the-hilt-intense-search-all-known-
databases/interview-all-known-humans-involved/scour-the-obscurest-of-libraries research she lived to
do. But this?? No way.
She reached his office, brought her already balled up fist to the door and pounded like the Russians
were in Chelsea.
“Come in Rose,” Came the friendly male reply.
“Look, Emerson,” Rose burst through the door but stopped just inside the room.
“You..you've done some remodeling.” Rose said, deflated, choking up at what she was looking at.
“Yes, and oh, there's a staff meeting in the conference room in 30. Can you make it?”
“Sure.” She felt a little light headed.
“What's on your mind?” He really really wanted to know. His suspicions that she was one of them were
nearly confirmed. He could feel the fury and indignation raging out of her from the other side of the
door. But when she came into the room a suffocating pall of sadness overwhelmed the other feelings.
She was a churning powderkeg of emotions.
“Rose? What's in your hand?”
Looking at her left hand clutching some papers seemed to snap her out of it. She raised the crumples in
her hand and with a look of fierceness and then threw them on his new desk.
“I AM NOT GOING TO TOUCH DICK!!! EW! - THAT IS SO DISGUSTING!”
Em sat down and laughed, “I don't know whether to be amused of insulted.”
“If you're amused that's on you. I am not going to touch stranger dick. Ew. Or...ew..their balls.” She
made a face like she had just dipped her tongue in a dirty diaper. She began pacing around his office
like a trapped rat. She was in full freak out mode. But it wasn't disgust she was feeling, he could sense
that.
“What about their asses?”
“WHAT??”
“Look Rose, there's only one way to make a truly customized cod piece and that's the hands on
approach.” He straightened out the crumpled papers and stacked them. “Our ladies pay a lot of money
for their slaves and every little detail, or big in a lot of cases, is going to be handled professionally.” He
came around and sat on the edge of the desk. “Sit for a minute.”
Rose stopped pacing and sat down in the chair opposite him. “Rose. I'm not asking you to jerk the
fuckers off. But there has to be a certain amount of touching just to fit the piece right. Look at them as
living ken dolls. And remember, Rose, what is the goal here? Why are we doing this?”
“For the shelter kids.” She blew out a long breath and sat back in the overstuffed comfy chair, defeated.
“Right. And the guys? Remember they are hired because they like women. No one is going to be
disgusted by your touch.”
She looked up at him and frowned. Had she expressed that fear of hers out loud??
“So what do you think? For the kids?” He smiled warmly.
She blew out another breath, got up and went to the door. “Okay Emerson, for the kids. But God forbid
one of them gets erect while I'm touching it!” She said it like a threat.
“Yeah, God forbid.” He held up his hands and laughed as she shut the door.
furiously pacing her office. “This is ludicrous! This is totally insane!” She threw the pages of the folder
up in the air. They floated down around the office slowly, landing here and there.
“I won't do it! I fucking won't do it!!” She threw open the door and and stomped her hiking boots down
the hallway towards Emerson's office.
She had spoken with him earlier in the day. Earlier. Much. He and Lily were heading home after a
meeting with the club's lawyer and wanted to check in with her. Said he'd be in his office after 3 today to
get some stuff done. It was 3:01 and she was making a bee-line to his face. Which she was going to be
all up in.
She loved research. Research, stay-up-all-night-caffeined-out-to-the-hilt-intense-search-all-known-
databases/interview-all-known-humans-involved/scour-the-obscurest-of-libraries research she lived to
do. But this?? No way.
She reached his office, brought her already balled up fist to the door and pounded like the Russians
were in Chelsea.
“Come in Rose,” Came the friendly male reply.
“Look, Emerson,” Rose burst through the door but stopped just inside the room.
“You..you've done some remodeling.” Rose said, deflated, choking up at what she was looking at.
“Yes, and oh, there's a staff meeting in the conference room in 30. Can you make it?”
“Sure.” She felt a little light headed.
“What's on your mind?” He really really wanted to know. His suspicions that she was one of them were
nearly confirmed. He could feel the fury and indignation raging out of her from the other side of the
door. But when she came into the room a suffocating pall of sadness overwhelmed the other feelings.
She was a churning powderkeg of emotions.
“Rose? What's in your hand?”
Looking at her left hand clutching some papers seemed to snap her out of it. She raised the crumples in
her hand and with a look of fierceness and then threw them on his new desk.
“I AM NOT GOING TO TOUCH DICK!!! EW! - THAT IS SO DISGUSTING!”
Em sat down and laughed, “I don't know whether to be amused of insulted.”
“If you're amused that's on you. I am not going to touch stranger dick. Ew. Or...ew..their balls.” She
made a face like she had just dipped her tongue in a dirty diaper. She began pacing around his office
like a trapped rat. She was in full freak out mode. But it wasn't disgust she was feeling, he could sense
that.
“What about their asses?”
“WHAT??”
“Look Rose, there's only one way to make a truly customized cod piece and that's the hands on
approach.” He straightened out the crumpled papers and stacked them. “Our ladies pay a lot of money
for their slaves and every little detail, or big in a lot of cases, is going to be handled professionally.” He
came around and sat on the edge of the desk. “Sit for a minute.”
Rose stopped pacing and sat down in the chair opposite him. “Rose. I'm not asking you to jerk the
fuckers off. But there has to be a certain amount of touching just to fit the piece right. Look at them as
living ken dolls. And remember, Rose, what is the goal here? Why are we doing this?”
“For the shelter kids.” She blew out a long breath and sat back in the overstuffed comfy chair, defeated.
“Right. And the guys? Remember they are hired because they like women. No one is going to be
disgusted by your touch.”
She looked up at him and frowned. Had she expressed that fear of hers out loud??
“So what do you think? For the kids?” He smiled warmly.
She blew out another breath, got up and went to the door. “Okay Emerson, for the kids. But God forbid
one of them gets erect while I'm touching it!” She said it like a threat.
“Yeah, God forbid.” He held up his hands and laughed as she shut the door.
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