Emily's Dilemma (9 page)

He looked at her with a spent but curious
look on his face. He was trying to form the question he had for
her. Instead, she answered his unspoken question.

"You may have wondered why I did it the
way I did, Mitch," she said. "Less passive, more aggressive. I
think you noticed, didn't you? Did you like it? I think you did. I
think you did very much. You're wondering
why
I would do you like that, aren't you? Well,
I'll tell you. I've come to realize I like being in the middle of
power plays. They make me feel alive. I've handled them pretty
well, always benefitting from them somehow. Sure, I have to
sacrifice something along the way, but I made that choice long ago.
In order for things to turn out how I want them, I know it's a give
and take. But I always make sure the stakes are high enough to
justify the sacrifice. In this case, getting rid of you is a good
thing, as I can't really stand your face anymore or your dick with
that strange, huge head on it. I wouldn't fuck you if you were any
other guy, except you play the game in a certain way. It's not that
I like
you
, it's because I
like the
game
. The game is
what turns me on. You don't turn me on."

Mitch sat there with his mouth open. His dick
was limp by now. The look on Emily's face was set in a determined
angle, her eyes focused on him. The semen still stuck to her face,
breasts, and belly. She went out to the outdoor shower to rinse it
off. He took a long swig of his gin and tonic, his mind reeling. He
was caught off guard mentally with this new Emily. It was an Emily
he didn't know.

She returned and dried off her firm body with
a white towel. He remained sitting naked in his chair. She walked
over to him and straddled him. His penis started to fill again. She
stroked it a few times to help it along. When it was hard enough,
she slipped it inside her. Slowly she rose up and down on his cock.
The look on Mitch's face was one of surprise and bewilderment.
Moving faster, she threw her head back in ecstasy as she orgasmed.
She emitted a yell that knifed through the air. His erection was
completely full by now, and he was recovered enough from his first
orgasm to feel like he was going to have his second. As she rode
him faster and faster, his groans became grunts. Emily came again
with a girlish shriek. Her strong legs enabled her to rise up and
down on him even in this awkward angle. She could feel him grow
larger inside her. As he couldn't take it any longer, he emitted a
deep, guttural sound that announced his orgasm. Sensing this, Emily
came at the same time. She could feel his massive head delivering
his huge load into her. With each thrust and pump, his semen found
its way out of her, coating his thighs.

Their movement slowed. Both were exhausted.
Cum dripped from her as she dismounted. Her legs shook as she tried
to stand. Rivers of semen flowed down her legs onto the tile floor.
She left Mitch sitting there with his eyes closed. She showered him
off again.

She went back to her cabernet while Mitch
took his turn in the outdoor shower. He rinsed off all the semen
that found its way onto his crotch and legs. Both now wore white
towels around themselves. They joined each other at the pool house
bar, where he made himself another gin and tonic. Mitch was
dumbfounded, and didn't know what to say. Emily was smiling
confidently, and that threw him off even further. It was the first
time Emily had ever smiled at him. He didn't know why. He was
confused. I don't know this Emily, he said to himself. He no longer
felt obsessed with her. She wasn't a passive victim to his games,
and therefore the impulse to victimize her was gone. He'd never
seen a transformation like this in anyone. All of a sudden, he
found himself to be the passive one. He had no urge to be
aggressive with her any longer. But that wasn't good enough for
Emily.

"I'm not done with you yet," she declared to
Mitch as she sipped her wine.