Emma's Downfall

Emma's Downfall

Emma's Downfall

Looking at myself in the mirror, I must admit I look gorgeous. My big red curls frame my face perfectly. My big ice blue eyes stare back at me, giving me a little wink. My blue dress hugs my body like it was painted on. It matches my eyes, pushes my tits up and stops a mere inch from my ass, leaving my skinny, smooth legs naked and visible. It's classy, yet slutty at the same time. My favorite combination.

I wonder what Jamal is going to think about it. I know I shouldn't but I imagine what his big hands would feel like on my petite body, what it would feel like to kiss his lips, or to spread my legs for his big black..

"Goddamn babe, you look incredible."

I almost jump out of my skin as David is suddenly leaning against the doorframe. I didn't notice him coming at all.

"God, honey, you scared me," I say as I catch my breath.

"Aww, I'm sorry," David says as he moves to stand behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close. He nuzzles my neck and I melt into his embrace. "But you do look fucking delicious, though."

"You don't think it's too much?" I ask.

"Not at all baby. You look perfect. Just the edge I need to get that project. This is going to change everything for us."

"So you don't think Jamal will think I'm some kind of a slut then?"

"Of course not Emma. You look sexy, yes, but also super stylish. Just enough to put Jamal in a bit of a better mood, before I start greasing him up."

His words words does work to placate me and I let out a smile. I do look good!

I turn around and wrap my arms around David's neck. "Thanks honey," I say as I kiss him. "That's exactly what I was going for. A mood booster for you and your Boss's date." I smirk at him as I kiss him again.

"Anyway," he says in between kisses. "We both know you are a little slut. Just only my slut, and mine alone."

I let out a little moan into his mouth as he kisses me again, his hands lifting my dress to grab hold of my little round ass. I have to stand on my tiptoes to kiss him, so when he suddenly slides a finger under my panties it's hard to do anything but kiss him harder and press myself against his growing bulge. His finger knows what it's doing, teasing my slit eagerly.

"See what I mean," David smiles. "You are practically dripping."

I slap him playfully on the arm as I finally manage to untangle myself from him. "Okay, that's enough babe. You're gonna have to finish what you started once Jamal is gone again. Come on get ready. He will be here soon and I have food in the oven."

Fifteen minutes later I am standing in the kitchen, wearing a pair of strappy two inch heels, bringing me up to a staggering five foot two. I am putting the finishing touches on the food, while David is looking at his files one last time. I can almost sense his nervousness emanating from the living room. He has been working for Jamal for years, and this project that has come up, would be kind of like an enormous promotion. Better pay, better hours, company car, even an assistant. I don't really understand it all, but David has rarely been as excited. It is not often anyone gets the privilege of having Jamal over for dinner, so David says he is almost certain he's getting that project.

It's for that very reason I have spent the better part of the afternoon cooking this feast of a meal. Even my old grandmom would be proud, I think. I hear the door bell ring, and feel a certain flutter in my stomach. David opens the door, and I hear the pair of them exchange pleasantries. I turn the pot down to a simmer, then leave the kitchen to bid him welcome.

"Emma, sweetheart," Jamal says as he sees me appear behind David. "So good to see you. You look amazing as ever." He grabs me in one arm and gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. God, he smells good. And so fucking muscular. I feel a blush coming on, as I return his compliments. As he pulls back I get the distinct feeling he lets his hand linger on my waist just a few moments longer than needed. But maybe I am just imagining things.

"Please come take a seat," I say gesturing for the dinner table. "Dinner will be ready in just a moment." I guide the two men to their seats, then return to the kitchen. From my vantage behind the kitchen counter I can see directly into the living room and the dining table. Both men are wearing suits, but Jamal just looks so much better in his. The fact that he is half a foot taller, and practically made from muscles doesn't help either. And that black skin. Oh god, it makes me squirm just to think about it. I do my best to look away, to focus on getting the food ready, but as I look up again he catches my gaze. He smiles at me in a way, I can't quite place. I blush and smile back, doing my best to not let my emotions get the better of me.

He is my husband's boss. Even if he were interested in me, which I don't think he actually is, it could never happen. And even if it could, I would never do that to David. Would I? As I look up again, and find him still looking, I feel a certain heat rise from between my legs. Dammit, Emma. Pull yourself together.

I finally manage to finish the food. I start bringing it to the table and place it all in the center.

"Damn, what a feast you've put together, Emma," Jamal says as I place down a steaming pot. As I go back to the kitchen his fingers brush against my lower thigh. I shiver runs through me. I look back at him from the kitchen as I get the last dish, but he does not look my way. It was probably just a mistake, I think to myself. "Wishful thinking, that's all.

as I return with the final dish, the two of them are already deep in conversation about some old work project. "Here, let me get you a plate," I say to Jamal, grabbing his plate. The table is a long one, but I have placed the two gentlemen across from each other. I will be sitting in between them at the head of the table. In order to plate the food, I have to bend over the table a little.

Out of nowhere, while the two of them are chatting enthusiastically, suddenly I feel something on my thigh. My whole body stiffens, and I almost fail to suppress the gasp that wanted to escape my lips, as I realise it's Jamal's fingers. The way I am standing David won't be able to see anything. I give Jamal a curious look, but his full attention is apparently on David.

I can't believe it. How can he be so blatant, right in front of my husband. I finish plating the food, then place it down in front of him. Then, very subtly, I push his hand away. Even if I did want this, and who are we kidding, I definitely do, this is not the time or the place. But I can't risk making a scene either because then David is definitely not getting that project. I start plating David's food, and then with no hesitation his hand is there again. He slides his fingers in between my legs. I am fairly certain I am blushing hard right now. I don't know what to do. His hand feels fucking nice, the way it slides up between my legs, caressing my inner thighs. But this is so wrong, and I definitely can't be doing this with my husband literally sitting at the same table. It is no longer only heat that is emanating into my panties. As I serve David his plate, I once again try to push his hand away, as subtle as possible. I try to give him a look, that says 'what the hell are you doing?' but he continues to ignore me and focus on his conversation with David.

I continue to make my own plate, looking down to hide my blush. Then I look at David, but he is obviously oblivious, only focused on presenting himself in a good light as he explains in detail how he handled his last project. I barely manage to get a single spoonful of food onto my plate before his hand is there again. All the way up this time. His big strong fingers press against the wet fabric of my panties, while he squeezes my ass with his thumb. I almost drop my plate of food at his brazen way of treating me. And yet, I find myself pushing my ass backwards ever so slightly, practically holding my breath to not give the situation away. Jamal doesn't fail to notice how I push myself against his fingers, increasing his pressure. I keep my eyes on David, but he doesn't notice anything. Jamal asks him interested questions, keeping him talking, sending waves of sinful pleasure through my body. What am I doing? This is crazy. I bite my lip to not let out a gasp as I finally finish plating my food, and place it down in front of me. As I move to sit Jamal slides his fingers down my thigh before withdrawing his hand and letting me sit down.

David didn't notice anything. He just blabbers on, listing all the things he did that shows how great he is. I take a big sip of wine to hide the massive blush I am sure is spreading over my cheeks. Looking up at Jamal, he sends me a little subtle wink, and I have to squeeze my legs together to not giggle. I take another sip of wine.

We all start eating. David barely notices the food as he continues to talk. Jamal is different though. In the middle of David's sentence he practically bursts out "wow, you really outdid yourself with this food Emma. Absolutely delicious." He smiles as me, a look in his eyes, saying his not only talking about the food.

"Oh thanks, Jamal," I reply, smiling.

"Yeah it's really amazing, thank you so much for cooking babe," David chimes in, obviously taken a bit aback by the interruption. Then turning his attention back to Jamal he says, "anyway it all just goes to show how important allocation of funds is in matters like these."

"I have always said that," Jamal says, nodding at David, gesturing for him to continue. Then suddenly his hand is on my thigh. He squeezes my leg with a big strong hand under the table. I send him an incredulous look, but he doesn't meet my eye. This is not right. I can't be doing this. It takes all my willpower to grab his hand and remove it. I try to look at him but he refuses to meet my stare. So I take another bite of my food. Then his hand is there again. Much higher up my thigh this time, his fingers unapologetically trailing the edge of my soaked panties. I try and squeeze my legs together, taking another big sip of my wine. I must be tomato red in my face right now, it's a wonder David hasn't noticed anything.

Again, I grab Jamal's hand, and determinedly push it away. This time I do get a little smirk, Jamal is obviously enjoying watching my struggle. There is not doubt he knows how wet I am, he has felt the moist and heat through my panties.

"How about you show me that file?" he asks David suddenly.

"Of course, I have it right in here in the living room," David blurts out as he hurries from the table. Jamal's hand is immediately between my legs again, this time cupping my panties directly. He leans over. "Stop fighting it slut. Behave. No one will notice."

I gasp at his blunt words. The authority with which he presents them sends shivers down my spine.

"I-I-I.. We can't do this Jamal. Especially not here, my husband is literally right there." I hiss as I grab his hand to push it away again. But this time he doesn't let me move it. He resists and he is so much stronger than me.

"Shut up and do as you're told. We both know you want this, so you better obey. Now spread your legs and pretend to laugh at one of my jokes." The way he says it doesn't broker any argument. I feel an undeniable desire to obey him, to do as I am bid and to please him. So, blushing hard, I spread my legs. I laugh, pretending he just said something funny, just as David reappears with folder.

Jamal takes the folder with his other hand as David sits back down. "Walk me through it," he demands. Even with David he holds an air of authority and dominance that is so fucking sexy. As David starts to talk about the finer points and directs Jamal's attention to this page or that page Jamal smoothly pulls my panties to the side. He slides his fingers through my wetness. I have to look down and focus on my food, using everything I have to not make a sound. I drink some more wine, happy that David is so enthralled by talking about his project. Jamal's fingers become more and more eager. He finds my clit, circles it a few times, making me squirm in my seat as my breath catches in my throat, then unceremoniously plunges a finger inside me. He finds my g-spot easily and begins to massage it.

I am falling apart. I can't believe this is happening. That I am letting this happen. And at the same time, I don't think I have ever been hornier. The fact that my loving husband is sitting oblivious at the other side of the table, talking eagerly to the man who has hid finger buried in my wet pussy only makes everything so much hotter. How I manage to not draw attention to myself is nothing short of a miracle. Jamal pulls his finger out and return it to my clit, waves of pleasure crashing through me. I feel the pleasure building like electricity. I desperately try and send Jamal a look, nodding my head as if to say 'please don't make me cum here, sir'. I can't fathom that all it took was a few words, and suddenly I have become a willing little whore. But I can't deny it. I want him. And I want to obey him. And then fuck everything else.

Jamal seems to understand, and he gives me some reprieve. He pulls his fingers away, letting his hand rest on my thigh. I take a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. As dinner goes on, and the talk goes on, Jamal seems to find great entertainment in returning his fingers, bringing me right to the edge of orgasm, then removing them as suddenly as they appeared. By the end I am sweating, and the fifth time he leaves my wetness I have to gasp for air.

"Are.. are you okay, honey?" David asks suddenly, bringing me straight back to reality.

I cough to hide my sigh of relief, and nod my head eagerly. "Uhm... uh yes, yes. Yes I am fine. Think I just ate a whole peppercorn." I cough again, hoping that my story lands. It seems it does, and Jamal sends me an impressed smirk, as I take a big sip of water.

Finally we finish the food. David and Jamal's conversation keeps going, and I get to actually sit untouched for a few moments. I am literally dripping, my panties are soaked through. At the same time I am hit with a wave of shame. I can't believe what I have just done. I need some space. I need to think. I need to gather myself.

"Uhm, how about some desert?" I say, trying my best to sound my usual cheerful self.

"That sounds amazing honey," David replies absently, so I get up from the table. I make sure to straighten my dress, properly, before going to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen I lean against the kitchen counter. I place my face in my hands and breathe deep. What did I just do? How will I ever live with myself? How.. how was that so fucking hot? My pussy is throbbing and I can still feel the remnants of Jamal's fingers inside me. Slowly I manage to get to the fridge where most of desert is already prepared. I put it on the table, when suddenly Jamal is behind me.

I stiffen, as his hands finds my hips. I can smell his cologne, feel the strength of his hands. He pulls me back against him, pressing his massive bulge against my back.

"David went upstairs to take a phone call. We have ten minutes," he whispers in my ear, his breath hot against it. A shiver runs through me.

"Jamal, we can't be doing this. I love David. It's wrong."

"Tell me to stop one more time and I will." His hands reach around me. One grabs my dress and pulls it down revealing my bosom, the other grabs my throat gently. Just enough to let me know who's in charge.

I want to tell him to stop. I should stop this. But the words never come. Instead I arch my back and push myself against his hard bulge. A moan escapes my lips as he grabs a tit and starts massaging it.

"It's so wrong," I finally manage to croak.

"Then why does it feel so right?"

Another shiver runs through me as Jabal grabs me determinedly and bend me over the kitchen table. I have to stand on my toes, face pressed against the cold table. Jamal reaches down to grab my panties, but instead of pulling them of he rips them apart. I gasp and look back at him in shock. He just smirks and puts the panties in his pocket, then with one hand on my back, holding me down, he unzips.

The monster that flops from his pants makes me gasp and drop my jaw. It is massive. Longer and thicker than any cock I have ever seen in my life. I don't get the time to admire it, however, because before I know it he is sliding the tip of it through my wetness. I gasp as I feel my lips parting for him. Then with one slow thrust he hilts himself inside me. This time I can't hold back the moan. Never have I been so filled, so stretched out. It almost hurts, but I have also never been wetter so surprisingly I manage to accommodate him. He stays deep inside me for a moment. Then he leans down and bites my neck.

"Beg me for it slut," he whispers.

"Please sir, I need it. Please give me that big black cock of yours, please. Use me like a little slut, while my husband is upstairs." I don't know what has come over me. The words tumble from my mouth, as I arch my back and push myself back to meet Jamal's massive fuck stick.

Jamal doesn't need to be asked twice. Both hands on my hips he starts thrusting into me. He thrusts hard and fast, quickly reducing me to a whimpering, moaning mess. I try and hold my own mouth, not wanting my sounds to travel upstairs, but Jamal is relentless. He pounds into me like his life depended on it. I have to grab a kitchen towel and shove it into my mouth to bite down on, to not scream out my pleasure. The way he takes me, it is obvious I am nothing more than a slut to him, and that just makes it all so much better. Jamal slaps my ass, making me shriek into the kitchen towel, then reaches his hand around me. His fingers fin my clit, and he starts rubbing it in surprisingly gentle circles. The contrast between his cock hammering into me and his fingers gently playing with my clit, quickly makes the electricity start to build inside me. I lose myself entirely. Nothing exists but my pussy being filled again and again by Jamal's perfect cock. He keeps upping his pace, going impossibly deep within me with every thrust.

The the dam breaks. The orgasm comes crashing through my body like a tidal wave, waves of pleasure coursing through me, making me scream into the kitchen towel. My whole body starts convulsing, my back arches even further and my legs begin to tremble. Jamal just keeps hammering into me, my pussy clenching down on his cock like it wants to milk him for every drop. He obliges. With a loud groan he begins to thrust even harder. I feel his cock twitch and throb in my spasming pussy, before he finally unloads deep inside me. I feel his warm cum shoot into me with such force, it's a wonder I don't break the table. The sensation of his load shot inside me sends another wave of pleasure through my body, and I can't do anything but tremble violently under his grip. He keeps on cumming and cumming, as my orgasm finally ebbs out. Then with a wet pop, he pulls out. I feel as his cum gushes out of me, and starts dripping down my legs. I am happy for the table being there, because I doubt I can stand right now.

Jamal looks down at me, with a big satisfied smirk on his face.

"What a good little whore," he says then grabs my hair and spits straight in my face. A shudder goes through me as I feel myself submitting to him even further. "Don't clean up, and hurry with those deserts." With that he leaves.

Suddenly I find myself alone in the kitchen, bare ass in the air, cum running down my legs that is not my husband's. A wave of shame moves through me. What have I done? Yet, the submissive feeling lingers, and I can't deny I want to feel Jamal's cock again. I land on wobbly legs, and pull my dress down as I quickly begin to prepare desert.

A few moments later I re-enter the living room, big smile on my face, and hair redone. I saunter over to the table, and place the deserts. As I do that I have to bend over, letting Jamal see that I followed his order. His cum is still gushing out of me, my thighs practically fully covered with it by now. I sit down, feeling the cum smear on my dress, trying my best to hide my blush, as David unperturbed picks up the conversation where he left it.