Emma Makes Her Mark

It's been a little over four months since I had my first lesbian experience with two of my close friends. To say it's been a life-changing experience is an understatement. At first I was consumed with the guilt of having cheated on my husband, and if I'm being honest with myself, I still am to some degree. I tried to end things with Emma a few times in the first two months, but I couldn't, and each time I came back to see Emma it was always the best sex I've ever had. I came to realize that I was never going to stop seeing her, and I'm surprisingly at peace with the new me.

Outwardly, I still appear to be the same 45-year-old, well-coiffed mother of three. Driving my kids to school and their friends' houses in the conservative, yet stylish, clothes that a woman of means wears. What nobody knows is that underneath I'm likely wearing a butt-plug with sexy panties and/or nipples clamps on my braless tits, depending on my instructions from Emma.

After my failed attempts to resist the relationship, Emma drafted a short list of rules that she had me sign if I wanted to continue to be with her. She was tired of my on again, off again antics. One of the rules is I'm not allowed to cum unless I have her permission first. I can play with myself, but I can't come. It's hard to resist the former, which makes the latter torturous. This rule includes not fucking my husband without permission, which has been tricky at times. He's been getting more blowjobs and hand jobs - which he actually prefers for some weird reason - all the while I work on my acting skills by faking orgasms so I don't cum without permission.

Another rule I had to agree to was to get a tattoo of Emma's initials below my panty line. She wanted to mark her territory as she described it. Emma took me to a dive bar in a seedy part of Philadelphia that she grew up in to calm my nerves a bit before we headed next door to the tattoo parlor. She walked me in hand-in-hand, like I was her girlfriend, which I guess I am, but it was embarrassing. I'm sure I was blushing. I was dressed that day based on Emma's instructions: black, ribbed, stretchy mini skirt, semi-sheer white blouse - with small studded nipple clamps underneath, making my erect nipples very visible - and a hot-pink thong with the words "Emma's Pussy" on it.

Emma asked for Mel, short for Melanie as I was to find out, and an attractive, but butch-looking redhead with short-cropped hair came out and introduced herself. Emma then introduced us, and told Mel she was the person who called her earlier in the week for the tattoo for her "married girlfriend". Mel gave a knowing, short, smile and led us to a private room that was dimly lit, with lots of flickering candles and some soft comforting instrumental music.

Mel directed me to take a seat in her chair, and Emma helped herself to the small couch in the room. "So what are you looking to do today Claire"?

"Um, just some initials. Small, please. I don't want it too visible". Emma was grinning at my discomfort.

"OK, what are the initials you want honey, and where am I placing them?" asked Mel.

"EG. Under my pubic hair."

"OK, why don't you hike up your skirt for me".

Red with embarrassment, I hike up my skirt, knowing not only do my panties say "Emma's Pussy", but I also know there must be a large wet spot from my arousal over this whole scene. Mel, her hands approaching my hips, says "may I", to which I nod, and she pulls my panties off.

Emma gets up off the couch and begins to take control of the situation. "Claire is going to start keeping her pussy trimmed into a landing strip. I want my initials to be concealed under the landing strip. So for today, if you could shave her there and apply the tattoo, we'll let mother nature cover it over time. She's not allowed to fuck her husband without my approval, so we have time on our side."

"I can do that", says Mel with a slight hint of appreciation for Emma's boldness.

As if the humiliation was not enough, Emma pulls a tissue from her purse and wipes my pussy, telling Mel "sorry about that, but I haven't allowed her to cum in two weeks. She's like a firecracker waiting to go off down there, so you might want to stay away from her clit and lips".

"Claire, don't you dare cum," Emma demands.

Mel lets out a chuckle, and says to Emma, "damn girl, you got her trained well. I guess as they say, looks can be deceiving. I would never suspect she was a submissive lesbian if I passed her on the street."

"That's what I love the best" said Emma. "She loves to project the image of the prim and proper, devoted wife. If her friends and neighbors only knew the depravity that lurks underneath it all. Turns out she craves to be submissive and humiliated. Gets her soaking wet. Isn't that right baby?

"Yes", I say with probably too many s's, betraying my current state of arousal.

Emma laughs, and says "oh, poor baby. Letting me mark you makes me very happy, so you're going to get a nice reward. Would you like that?"

"Yes Mistress."

After working on Claire for about 45 minutes, Mel asks "how's this look?"

"The lettering looks great", says Emma. "The pussy hair, though, that looks too weird - basically an inverse of a landing strip. Total turn-off for some reason! Can you wax her bald all over?"

Mel comes back with her waxing materials and a bowl of warm water. As she's applying the wax, Claire is sucking in quick, short breathes and fidgeting her hips. "Are you ok hon?" asks Mel.

Giving up all pretenses that I entered the parlor with, I told Mel "I'm just so horny and I don't want to cum by accident."

"Well, the ripping off of the wax might take the sexual edge off" says Mel.

"If not, I have some other methods", says Emma, to which I let out a low moan.

Ripp. Ripp. "ok hon, that's it, it's all done. Let me clean you up a bit" Mel says as she takes a small towel and cleans up my pubic area with warm water and soap. I can't help but to hump the towel and Mel's touch.

"Stop it Claire" demands Emma. Mel moves away and Emma steps in front of my open legs. Unbuttoning my blouse and exposing my tits, she forcefully pulls my blouse down off my shoulders and hard smacks one tit, then the other.

"Get up Claire. Shirt off, and over me knee".

Mel watches with interest as Emma begins spanking my bare bottom. I can feel my wetness running down the inside of my thighs. After about 10 hard smacks on each cheek, Emma begins to knead and rub my ass. I'm lightly sobbing, but gyrating my hips into Emma's lap.

"Mmmm, you like this baby? I had to take the edge off for you, otherwise it would have been a cheap cum. And we both know you don't want a cheapie. Right baby?"

"Yes, mistress" I say in a throaty, sex-starved voice.

Emma, patting me lightly on my butt, says "up baby." As I stand, she turns me away from her and then eases me down on her lap on the couch. With her legs together, mine are spread wide. Emma begins to play with my hair, running it behind my one ear, while she begins to nibble on the other ear. She knows this drives me crazy. Mel is just watching, mesmerized by the scene in front of her.

Next, her hands are kneading my tits. "My, my Claire, your nipples are so angry".

"What do you think Mel, does she have nice tits?" asked Emma.

"Yeah, she's a hot piece of ass for sure. Nice tits, great ass - especially for her age."

"She's a runner, has been for years, that's how we initially met" explains Emma. "She likes to keep her body nice and attractive, don't you baby?"

"Yes, Emma."

"Mmmh, yes, gotta keep everything nice and tight to attract the dick, right? Lol, maybe it used to be for dick, but now she's conflicted, aren't you baby?" I know you still love being fucked, but not so much by a guy's dick, especially your premature ejaculating hubby's, right baby?"

"Yes."

"She loves, and I mean loves, my strapon, don't you baby?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Mmmhh. Mel thinks you're a hot piece of ass baby. Does that excite you. Knowing that you're desired sexually? That you could give yourself to her."

I can only mutter a moan as Emma runs a finger across my slit and offers it to me to suck, which I instantly do.

"Oh baby, you got it bad right now don't you?"

"Yes, Emma... please."

"Please what baby?"

"Please let me cum."

"And how would you like to do that my little slut?"

I immediately move my hand down to my pussy thinking I'm being allowed to cum, but after letting me rub it a few times, she takes my hand in hers, removing it from my pussy and placing it on one of my tits.

"No no no, my little slut. That's not your pussy, remember, it has 'EG' marked above it. It's my pussy, and I get to decide how it cums. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress."

Turning to Mel, Emma says "Is the barter offer on the table?"

"100%" says Mel. "You said she was hot on the phone, but I was skeptical. Easy decision for me - she's worth way more than the $400 tattoo."

"As I said, you will be rewarded. You will be allowed to cum today. You have two options: you can get fucked by your husband tonight, or you can get fucked by Mel right now. I think it's an easy choice."

"Please, Emma... don't do this".

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do Claire. I'm just providing you with options. It's your choice. Mel, come a little closer please so Claire can make an informed choice."

Mel steps forward, in front of me as I continue to play with my tits, now with Emma's hands on top of mine.

"A little closer please Mel".

After Mel steps closer, Emma takes my hand in hers and we feel down the inseam of Mel's baggy jeans. It's clear she has something under her jeans.

"Mmmmhh, baby, I think Mel has something to show you, don't you Mel?"

Now, with both our hands together, we unbutton Mel's jeans, letting them fall to the floor. We are presented with a pair of tight white boxers, sheer enough to make out a black strapon underneath.

"Oh baby, what is that? Shall we continue to explore?" Emma places our hands at the waistband on each of Mel's hips and we start to pull the boxers down. Out pops a very realistic looking black cock, harnessed around Mel's waist. Beautifully veiny, with a perfectly shaped head.

"Oh baby, look at that. Black cock. Do you ever fantasize about black men and their rumored big cocks?"

One of Emma's hands starts to play with my left tit, while the other lightly plays with my clit. I lean back, turn my head toward Emma and begin making out with her. My hips bucking wildly. I'm literally a bitch in heat.

"I think you do Claire. You talk too much on our walks about the hot black guy from Bridgerton, and the one from This Is Us. Do you masturbate thinking about their big black cocks fucking your lily-white married pussy?"

"Answer me Claire."

"Yes, Emma, I have - I do."

"I think someone wants Mel's black cock, don't you baby?"

"Yes."

"Mel, how do you want her?" asked Emma.

"I think I want this little married slut riding my black cock. Let's trade positions."

Emma stands up and begins to get undressed, as Mel takes of her sweatshirt, revealing a tight wrap around her tits which she begins to undo.

"I like girls that are initially attracted to my masculinity, and I find that when I reveal my tits later on, it's an added turn on for them. You're getting the best of both worlds today Claire - my big black cock and my DD tits. Now climb up on your butch mommy's cock. That's it baby, guide it in."

I'm so wet that the big cock - 8 inches according to Mel - slides right in. Emma is behind me; I can feel her hard nipples on my back. Her hands are fondling my tits from behind, and she's dirty talking me again. I fucking love that.

"Look at you Claire. Riding Mel's black cock. Do you love it?"

"Yes Emma, it feels so fucking good."

"Better than John's cock baby?"

"Yes."

"So it's the best cock you have ever had, as I know you have never been fucked by anyone besides John. We're going to change that Claire. You're too much of a piece of ass as Mel said to not get as much cock as you need. And I really think you need more, don't you agree Claire?"

"Yes, Emma, I do. I need more of this. Of fuck, yes Mel, right there."

"Mel, pull out", says Emma.

"Wait, what, please Emma don't make her stop."

"Patience baby. Take a little breather. It will make the cum that much better. I love your sweaty, toned body baby. You're so hot. I love sharing you."

She's nibbling my ear again and playing with my tits, when she asks if I remember her trainer friend from the gym, Marcus.

"Yes, I do."

"Well, he wants to fuck you. He says you flirted with him at the charity golf outing last year. I never told you, but he fucks me regularly. Cucks Matt too, which he loves believe it or not."

Before I can respond, I hear Emma's phone making a Facetime call. Mortified, I snap my head around and plead with Emma "no, please don't call anyone Emma". I'm on the verge of tears.

Emma simply says "quiet Claire". The call connects and its Marcus on the other end.

"Hey Emma, what's up?"

Seeing me, he says, "oh, hi Claire. Are you still at the tattoo shop?"

"Yes, we are" Emma says.

"And how's it going?" asks Marcus.

"I'd saying it's going really well, but Claire may disagree."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"I think she's hungry and I'm not letting her have what she wants. Is that accurate baby?"

As she's asking the question she steps back and pans out the view to show my glistening, naked body. My hands on Mel's shoulders, her black strapon lewdly pressed against my stomach, my pussy resting on its fake balls.

Placing her phone on a shelf behind Mel to face me, Emma says "here, let's see if this is better" and lifts my butt up and places the cock back in me.

"Better baby? Yes, I think so. Awe, look at you, humping yourself up and down on that big black cock. Do you love that black cock in your married pussy? Tell Marcus."

I just moan and begin to buck harder.

"Stop her again Mel - just grab her hips and pull her down so she can't fuck herself."

"Tell Marcus baby."

Defeated, in a whisper-voice I say "yes, I love this black cock."

"Mhhhh, is it better than your husband's baby?"

"It's so much better than my husband's."

"Mel, you can let her resume fucking herself, but you're not to cum yet Claire, do you understand?"

"Yes Emma."

"Claire, Marcus says you were flirting with him at the golf outing. Is that true?"

I manage a "yes" as I'm fucking myself now to a good rhythm. My head is thrown back, my eyes half closed in a state of lust. Emma is kneading my left tit, and her right middle finger is circling my asshole.

"Why were you flirting with him Claire?"

"Because he's so fucking hot."

"Did he make your pussy wet that day?"

"Yes."

"Have you masturbated thinking about him?"

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"Dozens - he's my go-to fantasy."

"And in these fantasy moments, is there a particular way he takes you?"

"Yes, doggy-style. It's always doggie-style. He made a flirty comment that day about my ass, and I can't get it out of my mind."

"Stop her again Mel."

"Oh my god Emma, I can't take it anymore."

"You can and you will. Mel, please get up and let me sit. Claire, get on my lap, facing away. My god your sweat-soaked body feels amazing. Mel, take the camera so Marcus can see us again."

"Slowly rub your clit Claire."

Playing with my tits, she whispers in my ear "what do you want Claire."

"I want the black cock back in my pussy".

"Oh baby we can do better than that. Marcus has been in the next room this whole time. You can have the real deal if you want."

Just then the call disconnects and the door opens. Marcus walks in. He's naked, and built like an Adonis. His hard cock must be 10".

"Hand off your clit Claire."

I comply but begin gyrating my hips towards Marcus.

Marcus steps forward, his cock a foot away from us, the tip leaking precum.

"Feel him Claire" says Emma, as I reach out and try to wrap my hand around his cock, but its too big. In a trance, I slowly start stroking him. Emma places her hand on top of mine as we stroke together.

"Is it as you imagined when you masturbated?"

"Uh huh."

Emma releases her hand from mine as I continue to stroke him. Emma scoops some precum off the tip of his cock and begins to apply it to my lips like lip balm.

"Tell him what you want Claire."

"Marcus, please... take me."

"Well then, assume your position Claire."

I make a 180 on the couch, now facing Emma, presenting my pussy for Marcus to take doggy-style. I'm making out with Emma as I feel the tip at my pussy. I can't take anymore, and push back trying to get it in. He's so fucking big - girth and length. I'm gyrating and moaning, begging for him to get all the way in. And then he's in, and slowly pulling out.

And in, and out. He's fucking me. It's so fucking good. Emma is talking in my ear again "take that black cock my married slut. Do you love it?"

"YES I grunt, I totally fucking love it."

"It is better than your fantasies baby?"

"A million times better."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck me Marcus. Fuck me with your big black cock. I'm gonna fuck you every god damn day. Oh my god, oh my god,"

"Cum on his black cock baby. Do it NOW."

In a guttural moan, I yell out "Jesus fucking Christ. I'm cumming, I'm cumming."