Chapter 5

Josh Evans' exultation was at that point almost totally complete. Here she was, the object of all his planning, Emily Gallagher. She was as old as his own mother, and he had this mature woman not only kneeling at his feet, because he told her to, but kneeling at his feet wearing only a pair of panties that hid from him nothing at all, and she was kissing the toe of his running shoes.

"You're the whole package, Mrs G," he said softly, as she looked up at him, giving him a look that was filled with devotion.

"Thank you, sir!" Emily said, simply allowing herself to become lost in the whole process taking place here, and realizing that she was anticipating his taking advantage of their positions:

Him standing above her and her kneeling at his feet with her face on a level with the bulge that she saw in his running shorts.

Emily had never been much of a woman for sucking but she was determined that, having been given this new chance at enjoying her life, at having passion in her life, she was not going to miss an opportunity or mess it up. She knew, she just knew that she could be the best cock sucker ever, and she anticipated that he'd give her a chance now.

It made her smile.

"Why are you smiling, Emily?" he asked. "Don't dare lie to me ever about anything," he admonished.

"Never, sir," she said simply, "This is so new and bright to me, I have to take it all in, and I just was thinking that I'm determined, though having had so little experience, to take your, um, thing in my mouth and do it well."

"First of all, Emily," Josh said, "There's the issue of language. I want you to stop being the coy and retiring woman. Use the words! You're talking about sucking my cock, right?"

She blushed but pushed onward immediately:

"Yes, sir, I'm determined to suck your cock well!"

"Not hard, was it, Mrs G?" he asked laughing.

"No, sir, and exciting to use the word too," she said breathlessly.

"Then tell me, Mrs G, precisely how you thought of it in your mind that made you smile that devilish smile," he ordered.

She looked up at him and, blushing now, said:

"I thought that I'm determined to be the best cock sucker ever."

"Oh, Emily, you're going to be so much fun to play with," he said.

"Not everyone has thought that, sir!" she said, a shadow running cross her face.

"Stop that talk right now!" he thundered at her. "Do you hear me?"

The tone of his voice shocked her out of her grim reverie and she said quickly:

"Yes, sir, I hear you."

Then she got up higher on her knees in anticipation for what was coming but Josh wasn't ready for that. He had a plan, had it all thought out and planned for weeks now and he was determined to go ahead with his plan.

"No," he said, "You come with me now. Show me where your bedroom is, Mrs. G, where you used to stand in your underwear and look out that curtain at me. That's where I want to take you, that's where I want to be."

"Yes, sir," she said to him again, and got up and turned to go towards the stairs.

"Stop!" he ordered then, and she stopped in her tracks.

"Panties off," he ordered, and was really gratified by how quickly Emily began to peel her panties down and off.

She set the panties gently aside. They were standing near the stairs to go to the second floor. The room was a large open living room that led to a small hall where the front door was.

"I want you to parade for me first, Emily," Josh said. "I want to see you walk through this house naked, shaking all your tits and ass. I want you to walk only for me right now, only because I'm telling you to, and to make it the sexiest walk that ever occurred anywhere."

"Yes, sir," she said, her eyes shining. "I can do that."

"Do it!" he said.

And Emily began to walk. She was overwhelmed by him wanting to do this, wanting to see her walk, simply walk naked for him. She walked knowing that she was on display and she did it determined to make him like the way she walked.

"Oh shit!" he exclaimed, "Look at you! Fucking perfection!"

Emily blushed a bright red and cast an appreciative glance at him, as she approached him again.

"Up the stairs, woman," he said. "We have business to conduct."

"Business," she whispered, "Ah, yes, business."

She went ahead of him, totally aware that his eyes were fastened to her ass cheeks, wiggling ahead of him.

Emily had gotten herself ready for this giving in; she was excited about it now, nervous but excited. She knew that a lot depended on how well she did in the up-coming blow job, but she was determined to be good at it or promise to learn to be good at it. This was her frame of mind, when they entered the bedroom.

Josh noticed a cd player in the bedroom. It was there because Emily liked relaxing music. He went to the player and saw some light dancing music and put the music on.

Then, tossing Emily a curve that she never expected, he said to her:

"Come dance with me, beautiful!"

Emily blushed right down to her shoes as she put her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. He turned out to be an astonishingly good dancer, leading her around the bedroom as though it were a dance floor, his hands resting in the small of her back, just above her ass cheeks, far enough to be proper, near enough to give Emily the shivers.

She had schooled herself in what possibly to expect, if/when she gave in but she'd never even considered this: romance. But it's what Josh had in mind.

"This is so nice," Emily said with a little bit of wonder in her voice. She thought a bit, as they glided around the bedroom to the voice of Frank Sinatra, and added:

"I never expected this ... I mean ... uh ... you know, you to be so romantic."

"Oh," he said, "what did you expect?"

She knew that this was truth time for her and she plunged ahead, but it was made better, easier by the fact that he was holding her close and dancing with her.

"I mean," she began, her face against his chest, and always mindful of the fact that she was now naked and he wasn't, "I expected that you were going to, I guess, make me do things, uh, dirty kind of things, you know."

She was blushing now.

"Tell me what kind of things," he demanded, and she knew that she wouldn't, couldn't refuse to answer.

"I expected downstairs that I'd need to start with a blow job," she said, proud of herself that she'd said it, "And that we'd go on from there."

"Kind of a normal beginning for this sort of relationship," he said.

"Yes, kind of a normal beginning," she agreed. But then asked:

"What kind of relationship?" anxious to hear his answer.

"Simple," he said to her, looking down at her, "I intend to own you; to direct your movements, to capture your sex, to make you my slave physically and in fact, but I want you to be my love overall."

She stopped dancing for a moment, and said a loud:

"Oh dear!"

"You do understand all that, correct?" he said.

And Emily made one of those major decisions for herself just then, a decision that sends your life off twirling in a certain direction:

"Yes, Josh, sir!" she said very clearly, "I do understand that."

"And what do you think?" he asked, still mesmerizing her with his dancing.

"I think that I"m here with you, the lawn boy, in my bedroom, and I'm totally naked and you're not. That's what I think!" she said softly.

"Good answer!" was his reply.

They danced for a few seconds and he said: "I think it's time for me to move my hands."

"I was hoping that you'd get around to that soon," she said.

"You don't like where my hands are?" he wanted to know.

"I love where your hands are," she said, "They're in a position that shows so much potential, so near to my butt but not there yet."

"It's your ass," Emily, "Use the words; I want to hear you use the words."

"Sorry," she said, "Your hands are so near to my ass; and I like it but want to feel them on my ass, uh, kind of taking possession of it."

"Yes, exactly," he said, sliding his hands down now and filling each hand with one of her ass cheeks.

"Ohhhhh yes!" she said, and she realized with a clarity that thrilled her that she was being seduced, not just taken!

"Josh, sir, darling!" she said rapturously, "I like the feel of your hands on my ass, please don't stop there!"

"Mrs G," he said a bit hoarsely, "I don't intend to stop there or anywhere with you."

"Oh, good!" she sighed.

Then he danced her to the side of the bedroom that had a full length mirror, and stopped there. Now he was able to see the reflection of her ass in the mirror.

"Mrs. G," he said, softly into her ear, "We're in front of the mirror now."

"Ohhh," she sighed.

"You have a world class ass, Emily!" he said with appreciation.

"Do I really?" she asked in wonder, striving to believe him.

"You really do," he said, "Now bend over forward for me, Emily. Bend."

She did so and he pulled her ass cheeks apart with his hands; her cheeks were a flaming red.

"This feels so dirty," she said softly.

"And?" he prompted.

"I love it! Heaven help me but I do!" was her breathless response.

"Look at that," he said, backing her up to the mirror. "Look at the soft rose color of your ass hole just winking at me there!"

Emily giggled!

"I'm serious," Josh said with mock severity, giving her a sharp slap to the ass to underscore what he was saying.

The slap had a huge and immediate effect on Emily that neither of them ever expected. It sent a shiver through her whole body and brought a totally surprising moan from deep within her.

Josh laughed with the new information.

"How about that," he said, "My Emily likes to have her ass slapped! Isn't that marvelous!"

As he said it, he slapped her one more time and got the same gigantic reaction from Emily Gallagher.

"I bet I could make you cum that way, if I just slapped your ass a few more times," he said to her.

Emily was in the process, and she realized it now, of being possessed heart and soul! She was tumbling into this great abyss and loving every minute of it. And she told him that, she said it to Josh, for she was determined not to hold anything back from him at all.

Josh smiled at the information and said:

"Better and better, Emily, just better and better."

"Oh it is, sir!" Emily said, afraid that she was beginning to babble with the delight of it, the simple unexpected delight of it.

Then he turned her around and he was looking at her over her shoulder. He was grinning and she was smiling shyly.

"Where did I slap you, Mrs G?" he asked.

"You slapped my ass, Master!" she said simply.

"Learning, my girl's learning," he said proudly and she grinned for him.

Then he went on, his hands accompanying his words:

"Look at the tits on this neighbor lady!" was his next statement.

"You like my breasts?" she said with a bit of wonder.

"No, Emily, I like your tits! Say that!" he demanded.

She did what he wanted right away: "You're saying that you like my tits!"

"Love them," he assured her as his hands began to work over her nipples.

The nipples stiffened and she let out a kind of squawking sound involuntarily at the nipple play.

"You are worlds of fun, Emily! Just worlds of fun. But look at this lovely pussy! Nice and hairy, just like I want it to be."

Emily was basking now just basking.

"Pussy!" she said, before he made her.

"Cunt!" he said next and she winced at the word a bit.

"Emily," he warned her, "No more play until you say it!"

"Yes, sir, cunt, sir!" she said reacting to his warning, she was going to do anything and everything to make sure that his play time didn't go away.

"That's my cunt, sir! And that's ... that's what I am, sir!" she added boldly, "I'm master Josh's cunt!"

He laughed then, just reared his head back and laughed.

"Lovely, in body, word and deed!" he said his face radiant.

"But let me feel this a bit," as he said that, he slid his hand down to possess her curly haired pussy.

And Emily squawked again as he did it. But now he continued with his finger exploration for several long and languorous minutes.

He whispered to her next:

"Emily, time to see how well you kiss!"

He turned her around and pressed his lips slowly to hers. It wasn't an insistent kiss, or a demanding kiss. It was more of a welcome to a world that they intended to share kind of kiss. It started slowly, with him kissing and then licking her lips with his tongue. She sighed at the lovely process and opened her mouth as an invitation to him. He accepted and the kiss turned passionate for the two of them.

He slid his hands down her naked back, as they kissed, and grabbed Emily by the ass cheeks and pulled her into him more tightly. Then he turned her around from before the mirror and walked her slowly to the bed.

When he got her to the bed, with the backs of her knees pressed against it, he lowered her gently onto the bed.

Emily, in a bold few seconds, whispered to him:

"Fuck me now?"

He chuckled at her language, knowing that she was trying, and answered:

"No, not 'fuck you now time' yet. It's 'eat your pussy now time', Emily."

Emily let out a huge, long groan. She was being swept away. She expected something quick, maybe harsh and dirty and here he was winning over her very soul. She was well beyond the point now where she'd given in and had determined that everything would indeed be his way.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she sighed, "No one ... no one has... !"

"No one, Emily?" he asked her surprised.

"No," she said.

"Well, I'm going to!" he said with intent.

"Oh, yes, Master!" she answered, it seeming the only real response to make, and then she felt his first kiss on her left thigh, and she shivered and moaned.

"You're like a whole symphony, Mrs G!" Josh said. "All by yourself."

"Oh but the orchestra is wonderful!" she giggled, feeling the next kiss on the surface of the right thigh.

Then his kisses moved inward to the inner surfaces of her thighs and before he even reached her pussy, Emily was shivering and making loud moaning sounds to accompany his lips and tongue.

"I love hearing you!" he said, pausing.

"I've never thought it would feel like this!" she said wide eyed.

"Then how about this?" he asked, and placed the next kiss directly on her hairy puss lips.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she wailed for him. "That's sooooooo nice!"

"When you do things like this, you know that I will never, ever deny you anything! Anything at all!" she said panting.

"Yes, I know that, Emily, my Mrs G! I know that full well," he answered with confidence.

Then his head lowered again and now it was his tongue running the ridge of her pussy lips. His insistent tongue then forced its way inside her pussy lips and sent Emily Gallagher into a kind of spasm.

He looked at her and laughed: "Worlds of fun, Emily!"

"Yessss," she hissed, as he head and tongue were back at work on her pussy and this time brushing her clit.

"But just a moment here," he said, "Don't want to forget."

And, saying that, he turned her over and now the kisses were on her ass cheeks, and Emily was reacting as though he were poking her with a stick.

"Eeee," "Eeee," "Eeee!" she wailed into the pillow, as his lips and tongue made their way now down between her ass cheeks to the rosy ass hole that he wanted to kiss. And, when he did, she squawked and squeaked as though she were on fire.

Then he turned her over again, and made his way to her tits and nipples via her belly button. On the way, he lifted up his head and looked at her smiling face and grinned.

"Here I come, Emily!" he said to her.

She shut her eyes, blushing and giving a shy grin then and he continued to lick his way up her stomach. He got another huge reaction to playing with and biting, ever so slightly, her nipples.

"Feels so ... so good!" she said just watching as he attacked the other nipple then and went back and forth.

"Nice tits, Emily!" he said hoarsely. "Say it!"

She hesitated just second to get her voice and he bit her nipple a little harder.

"EEEEEEEEEEKKK!" she yelled and then added quickly:

"I have nice tits! Yes, yes, I do; I have nice tits because my master says so!"

"There you go, girl!" Josh said and now his lips were against hers and she opened her mouth to almost swallow him.

He raised his head a little to look in her eyes and said softly:

"It's time, Emily; know what time it is?"

"Time to fuck please?" she said.

He laughed and said: "Exactly, time to fuck. Want it?"

"Yes, yes, yes," she wailed, "I want your ... your!"

"Say 'cock' or no fucking, Emily!" he demanded.

"Cock!" she said.

"Cock! Cock! Cock!" she then repeated.

It was then that he entered her pussy, pushing his hard cock home and Emily was so wrought up by then, so wet and receiving that she exploded like a fourth of July firecracker almost immediately.

She writhed, and bucked and panted and shook her head back and forth on the pillow wailing, as Josh continued to fuck her.

He paused when she quieted and looking at her said softly:

"That's the one that you had for me, now we'll get ready for the next one."

"Next?" she said distracted, and then a long "Ohhhhh!" as he began to assert his movements again and pump in and out of her pussy, his cock shaft engaging her clit.

"Oh, more!" she said as if in an trance but actually she was concentrating deeply, receiving every impulse and enjoying every movement.

"Oh," she breathed again, into his shoulder and continued her thought with:

"Love making! Now!"

"Yes, Mrs. G, Emily," Josh said in a strained voice, "This is love making, this is not only fucking!"

"Yesssss, Josh," she said, "Yes, sir! Just yes!" and she was almost ready again.

He sensed it and was coming to the crisis himself and said to her:

"Come for me now, Emily, I want it, demand it, come for me now!"

The words gave her a second release and she wailed her way into the next orgasm as he too was cumming! They put their arms tightly around each other and held onto each other, as though they might just fall off of the world without the holding.

Emily was clutching Josh as she calmed down, absolutely overwhelmed by unexpected emotions.

"Don't ... ever ... let ... me ... go!" she said to her desperately.