Emily's Dilemma (4 page)

"Why are you telling me this? Don't you think
I would tell Robert and get him to call this purchase off?" she
demanded.

"I'm confident you won't tell Robert. I have
something I want to show you," Mitch said through a sly smile. He
brought out his smartphone and started to play an old, grainy
video. He showed her a few seconds of it before Emily turned
away.

Mitch, knowing he had her exactly where he
wanted, calmly said, "If you want to see your drug on the market,
you have to agree to a few things."

****

At 9:00, she knocked on the Mitch's hotel
room door. He opened the door with a huge grin.

"Hey, I still have the champagne! I
just popped it. I knew you would be here. Welcome, Emily. Or should
I call you
Kimber
?" he
taunted. His shirt was open. She wanted to kick him in the groin.
But this was a business deal.

"Sign this." she commanded.

"What's this?" his voice got quiet. He read
the lines on the paper. "No problem." He signed the paper. She
grabbed it and put it in her purse.

He handed her the glass of champagne and put
on some music from his laptop. She sat down on the Mitch's bed. The
look on her face was all business. The smile left his face as he
slowly unbuckled his belt. He unzipped his pants and let them drop
in a melodramatic fashion, as if he was a porn star. He didn't wear
underwear. His erect penis bounced when his pants fell. The head of
his penis was strangely large and out of proportion to the rest of
his shaft, like a caricature of a mushroom. Mitch climbed out of
his pants and took a few steps towards Emily. He paused with his
erection only a few inches away from her face. He stayed there as
if demanding she play her part in his porn movie. He inched forward
until the tip of his penis touched her lips. He held his penis as
he explored her frozen face with it, touching all parts of her
face. He wanted her to get to know his manhood, its smell, and its
look. He wanted it to be imprinted on her mind, never to be
forgotten. Finally, he pressed his erection onto her lips, where he
expected her now to perform. She slowly and reluctantly took him
into her mouth. Impatient with her performance, he shoved it into
the back of her mouth, causing her to make a choking sound. Ahh, he
liked that sound. He withdrew until just his head was in her mouth.
Then he plunged his penis in all the way again. Again, she emitted
a choking sound. He grabbed her hair and began to move in and out
of her mouth. Her mouth felt warm and wet. He was excited that it
was playing out like this. The combination of business and pleasure
never felt so good. He continued to grab her hair and move her head
up and down his erection. He closed his eyes as her mouth slid back
and forth over his penis. This was the best blowjob he's ever had
and he's made sure he's had a lot of them.

He watched her suck him. He had been quiet
until he couldn't take it any more. His moaning announced to her
that he was about to come. It would take all the intestinal
fortitude she could muster in the next few seconds. Emily really
didn't know if she could swallow his semen. She couldn't stand the
taste of his dick as it was.

As his moaning became a primal groan, he
quickly slid his erection out of her mouth, grabbed it with his
right hand and stroked it in front of her face. The first pump of
his ejaculate shot over her head in a single rope of milky white
cream, landed on the top of her head and created a straight line
down her hair, then her forehead, and ended at the bridge of her
nose. His face contorted and turned a dark red color.

The second pump spurted across both of her
closed eyes. The third shot across her forehead. The fourth and
fifth returned to the top of her head where it made patterns on her
hair. Satisfied with his work so far, he plunged his penis into her
mouth so she could taste the remainder of his load. He always
boasted of the amount of his load to anyone who could tolerate him
describing it. The perfect ending to a perfect blowjob, he thought.
He groaned. He kept his penis in her mouth, making sure his last
pumps went in there. He then withdrew it waiting for her to swallow
it. She reluctantly did, gulping loudly. She let a huge amount fall
from her mouth and down her lips, coating her chin. Drops of his
massive load found their way onto her tank top.

He went to the bathroom and returned with a
warm, wet towel. "Clean yourself off with this, Kimber. We're not
done yet." He said with a hint of sadistic glee.

"Your part of our little agreement is not
over yet." Mitch smiled slyly. He was still breathing heavily as he
recovered from what was the most satisfying orgasm he's ever had.
She wiped his semen load from her face and chest. Emily showed no
expression on her face. She wasn't going to break down though. She
was going to tough it out. She got herself into this high-stakes
poker game. She was going to find a way to profit from it. She
understood all too well that she crossed a line to which she could
never return.

Mitch's drooping penis was still
glistening and displayed a purplish-red color. He watched her with
delight as she wiped off his thick juice from her face. She touched
her hair, and realized it was full of his semen. She got up from
the edge of his bed and walked into the bathroom. Emily looked in
the mirror at a person she barely recognized. White, goopy lines
crisscrossed the top of her head. She nearly threw up. She wet the
towel again with warm water and wiped the sticky stuff off her
hair. It took a while. The stuff was like glue in her hair. After
she got as much off as she could, she grabbed a dry towel and
rubbed her hair dry. Mitch came into the bathroom directly behind
her and examined her, saying, "I made a little mess on you. Sorry
about that. I forgot to warn you. I kinda have a lot of the white
stuff. But you remember that, don't you,
Kimber
?" He reached around the front of her
pants, unbuttoned and unzipped them while she attended to her hair.
She ignored him.

He tugged her pants down to her ankles. He
looked at the pretty lace underwear that wrapped around her
beautiful, firm ass. He knelt down. He faced her buttocks. He got
excited and his cock started to fill once again. He peeled down her
panties slowly, revealing the top of her crack. His breathing
increased to a pant. He brought them down more as his fingers
explored her smooth skin. He lowered her panties until her full ass
was revealed. He bent down and sniffed and kissed it. His long
tongue reached out to her divide, starting at the top and working
its way down. She shivered not because it felt good. She shivered
because he was a sick monster having his way with her. She hated
herself for getting into this predicament. But she had to see it
through.

Mitch made her step out of her pants and
underwear. He rose and turned her to face him. Stone-faced, Emily
complied. Her tank top was the only thing left on her, and he began
to peel that off too. His cock with its giant cap increased in size
as he kissed and licked her breasts. He then turned her back around
so she could face the mirror. He said, "We're going to do it right
here and watch ourselves do it." He pushed her head towards the
mirror, but his grasp on her hair pulled her head up so she was
forced to watch as his erection tried to find its way inside her.
Arrogantly, he expected to find wetness but only found it to be
stubborn and dry. Quickly he reached over into his nearby bathroom
kit and produced some lubricant, just for occasions like this. He
squirted some on the over-sized head of his cock, rubbed it around,
and then went searching for her entry point. He found it. When he
knew he was in the right place, he thrust his cock in as hard as he
could, making her wince. He looked down at her magnificent ass and
pushed in as deeply as he could. She was tight. He gasped. He
started to pound her. He looked down and saw his erection enter her
from behind and saw how her ass gave way only to then spring him
back to get ready for another thrust. He looked in the mirror at
her grimacing face. He pulled her hair so she would have to see the
action, and see herself submit to him, but her eyes were closed.
Emily appeared unconscious. Mitch completely enjoyed it.

The slapping sound of his groin on her
buttocks excited him even further. His panting and groaning
increased with each thrust. He wanted to take a picture of this
glorious sight but his smartphone was in the room. As was the video
camera he secretly set up. It didn't matter, he told himself. He
had enough on tape. Besides, he was so excited he didn't want to
leave this position. He quickly thought of how he was going to
ejaculate. After all the porn he watched, he had plenty of ideas.
This to him was just like a porn movie. It's not personal, it's
just business, he laughed to himself. Should he pull out and shoot
his semen over her back and tight ass and onto the mirror? He would
never forget that visual if he did. Or just release his immense
load into her, which is what his purple mushroom cock wanted most
of all? The thoughts excited him so much it drove him to his next
orgasm.

He unloaded into her. It seemed like an
eternity for both of them, for different reasons. Mitch saw bright
lights as he came. She saw only darkness. She wanted it over. As he
released, his hands gripping her narrow hips, he grimaced and his
face turned purple. This orgasm was so much stronger than the first
to him. The second orgasms always are to most men. There's a
distinct difference between the first and second, if men can get to
their second. Mitch thought of ways he could keep her for his third
orgasm. He could come multiple times, and when he was younger he
was proud to tell anyone about his talent.

Mitch was satisfied. He slowed to a
stop inside her. He felt his own ejaculate as it gathered at the
base of his cock. He pulled out of her. His juice streamed down her
legs, all the way down to her ankles, where it puddled on the tile
floor. He watched, still holding onto her hips. Her head was now
resting on her arms on the counter of the bathroom. She was silent
and still. Her buttocks were red from his pounding. Squeezing her
cheeks together, he wiped his glistening, dripping member between
her cleavage. He smacked her ass and said, "I'm done. Thanks for
the fun. You're still really tight,
Kimber
." But he hoped there was more fun to be
had with her. He had it planned out well. He started whistling as
he left her to clean herself up.

Emily's childhood was one of quiet, grinding
desperation. Her mom raised her alone. Her father left the family
when she was five, never to be heard from again. Her mom had a
heart condition which involved costly medicines. They lived in
shabby apartments, although her mom made sure she always had her
own bedroom. It was a place where she could read books and dream.
Despite their poverty, Emily always did well in school especially
in science. She was quiet and shy, and kept to herself for the most
part at school. She gravitated to other quiet classmates who were
also ashamed of their poverty.

In high school, her teachers and counselors
recognized her as having what it takes to break out of the cycle of
growing up poor only to continue to be poor as an adult. They urged
her to go on to college. It was something she planned on anyway.
They helped her apply to colleges and how to get student aid.

She applied to eight schools, and was
accepted at all of them. All eight courted her aggressively. She
borrowed her mom's beater to go visit her favorite, Georgetown
University.

Meeting with an official there and walking
around the campus, a whole new world of wonder and possibilities
opened up for her. She couldn't wait to start school there. She
asked about financial questions. Sure, she would get student aid
and loans, and even her partial scholarship was not insignificant.
When she asked about the day-to-day expenses, about the kind of
money not covered by loans, grants, and aid, her heart sank. She
wondered how she could manage that part of college life. She would
have to work and save as much as possible over the summer. But how
long would that last?

Her first semester at Georgetown was
wonderful. There were new people and new friends from all over the
world. Her classes were challenging and exciting. Her introductory
chemistry and biology classes were faster-paced than her high
school classes, but she knew the material already and aced every
quiz and exam. She had a circle of friends now, and they liked her,
not aware of her impoverished background. And those that knew
didn't care.

Some of her friends belonged to a fitness
center nearby the campus. They brought her along on a guest pass.
She liked all the shiny equipment especially the treadmills. She
ran on one and it felt good to stretch her legs from all the hours
in her tiny dorm room. Her friends urged her to join the club,
saying it was a better place to meet people especially men. There
were men who were not students, but were professionals out there in
the real world, the kind of man who could afford to take them out
to a nice restaurant or the theater. She could use the student rec
center, but it was full of students, they said. This fitness center
offered more. But the cost was out of her league. She stopped her
run on the treadmill and was considering moving on to another
machine when she caught the eye of a professional-looking,
attractive woman in her late forties who said hello. Emily returned
the greeting. The other woman said, "I haven't seen you here. New
to the gym?"