Emma’s descent part 3

Emma’s descent continues as she gets some loads

Just as that thought entered my mind, Paul’s cum entered my throat. I was amazed at how much there was, as he continued to pump it out in short spurts. He held my head down on his cock with both hands, so I had no choice but to swallow it all. Paul emptied himself into me and then let me up, smiling at me as he brushed my hair back off my face. It seemed an oddly tender moment considering I’d just given him a blow job. I could feel some of his cum dribbling down my chin.

Tommy laughed and said, “She swallowed it all. What a slut.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and felt shame at being called a slut by a 13 year old boy.

Paul said, “Wow, that was the best thing ever.”

Tommy was still grinning as he said, “My turn now. Come here.”

I was made to kneel in front of him, on the floor. His cock was already hard, of course, and I was tempted to just grab it and start sucking on it, but I didn’t want to appear too eager. Besides, I was a slave girl now, and it wasn’t my place to be so bold. So I knelt before him and awaited his command.

“Okay, Emma, my slutty little slave. Don’t just look at it. Put it in your mouth.”

“Yes, sir… ”

It felt so heavy, like the big black rubber dildo hidden in the closet. I knew I’d never get it all in my mouth, like I did with Paul’s cock, as it was so much bigger and thicker. I started sucking on it and I realized it was the first black cock I ever had in my mouth. I wasn’t racist or anything – I just never knew many black people. I held onto Tommy’s wide hips as I felt his cock slide between my lips.

Unlike Paul, Tommy didn’t seem satisfied with the slow pace I had adopted. He grabbed my hair in his hands and .held my head in place as he started to fuck my mouth with his cock. I winced at the pain, but remained silent, as Tommy used my mouth, forcing his cock deeper and deeper. I had tears in my eyes and tried not to gag as Tommy fucked my mouth hard, like he was fucking a sort of replacement pussy. He was moving his hips with greater intensity, rocking them back and forth, and I took everything without complaint, like a good little slave. I sensed Tommy was about to cum, and I guess Paul did too.

He said, “Make her swallow it all. Little Emma loves eating cum.”

Tommy rammed his cock deep into my mouth one more time and held me firmly in place as his cock erupted, filling my mouth and throat with thick globs of cum. It was hard to swallow it all, but I was determined to show him that I was a good little slave. I had to breathe through my nose, and the smell of cum and Tommy’s sweaty black balls filled my nostrils. I couldn’t believe how much cum he had in him.

“Ha ha,” Paul said, enjoying my disconfort. “She’s got about a pint of our cum in her belly. Hope it isn’t fattening, cos her tits are fat enough already.”

Tommy was stroking my hair, like I was a pet dog.

He said, “Better miss breakfast tomorrow, Emma. Don’t want you getting too fat. Don’t worry – we’ll be sure you get plenty to eat. Now go to bed. We’ve got a big day of fun tomorrow.”

I couldn’t help but feel like a little girl again, being sent to bed. I returned to my room, still tasting the cum in my mouth. Once again, I started to question everything I’d done, and I knew we’d crossed a line. I had no doubt that I would be sucking cocks until the boys returned home and everything returned to normal. Except there was Mr Grimsley, who had video footage of me naked in his kitchen, and Mr Richmond, my old History teacher, who I knew would want a repeat performance of what happened in Whitton Park, and maybe more. I had an uneasy feeling that my ordeal would carry on long after Paul and Tommy left.

I woke up early and I put on the same t-shirt and old denim shorts. I’d worn last night when Mum came home. I figured Paul and Tommy might make me change again, but it would do for now. I had some coffee and toast and sat in the kitchen and wondered how it had happened that I was so easily dominated, and so willing to be controlled. Was I always like that? Had the boys just woken something in me that was always there? And now I felt as if everyone could see it, almost as if it was tattooed across my forehead. Even the way Mum looked at me now, like she could see it but doesn’t quite believe it.

I sat out in the early morning sun. It was still not even seven o’clock. Sitting out in the garden reminded me that Mr Grimsley would be over later. Perhaps I could make myself scarce. Perhaps I should throw some things in a bag and get out of here right now, before things got even worse. I doubted Paul and Tommy would say anything to Mum – after all, they’d had their fun with me, and it wouldn’t benefit them to rat me out. As for Mr Grimsley… I just wasn’t sure. I couldn’t imagine he’d give me up so easily after lusting after me for so long. But where would I go anyway?

“You’re up early. Did you wet the bed?”

“No, Mum. I just couldn’t sleep on that lumpy mattress.”

“I see you still haven’t washed up.”

“I’ll do it in a minute.”

“That’s what you always say.”

“Fine. I’ll do it now.”

I stormed past her into the kitchen and started filling the bowl with hot water. Mum stood watching me, as if she needed to keep an eye on me to make sure it got done. She treated me like a kid sometimes.

As I started washing up, she said, “Have you joined Women’s Lib lately, Emma?”

“Mum, I’m doing the washing up. Don’t make it sound like a big deal.”

“Well, it is a big deal. You hardly do anything to help out around the house. But I was referring to the fact that you seem to have given up wearing bras lately. Is this some sort of fashion statement?”

“No, I… I just… ”

“Maybe you think it’s funny to tease those two young boys. Before they arrived, you always made a point of keeping those big melons of yours covered up.”

Mum knew it embarrassed me when she referred to my breasts as melons. When I was growing up, my ever-expanding chest became a source of great humour to family and friends, and I was openly mocked and humiliated.

Mum said, “You should find yourself a proper boyfriend instead of wasting your time showing off to schoolboys. Your friend, Suzy, never seems to be short of male admirers. Maybe you could ask her to set you up with someone.”

“Mum, I’m not a kid. I can find my own boyfriends. I don’t need any help.”

Mum was always going on at me about finding a boyfriend, and she always ended up taking their side over me. Even when we broke up, she always blamed me, even if the guy had cheated on me, which has happened more than once. She said I must have been doing something wrong, or they wouldn’t have cheated on me. I don’t remember her using the same logic when Dad walked out on her, but we’re not allowed to talk about that.

I did the washing up and, to show I wasn’t totally useless, tidied up the front room as well. I guess I wanted something to do until Paul and Tommy woke up and I would once more be their plaything. It was weird, but I was sort of looking forward to it, and wondered what they had in store for me today. I couldn’t put myself in the mind of a 13 year old boy, so I was always surprised by what they came up with for me.

Mum said, “We’re almost out of milk. I’m popping down the shops.”

“I’ll go,” I said, which clearly surprised her, as I rarely volunteered for anything.

“Okay, and get some eggs too.”

I ran upstairs and put some pink trainers on and my Mum looked at me as I came down the stairs, and said, “Are you really going out the house looking like that?”

Compared to what I was wearing last night, my t-shirt and shorts combination was practically a nun’s habit. So I ignored her criticism and waited while she got some money out of her purse.

“Just milk and eggs?” I asked.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to write it down for you?” she said.

“Mum, I’m not a kid. I can remember milk and eggs.”

The shops were at the end of Winfield Road. There was a newsagent, a mini supermarket, and a charity shop. The first two were both owned by the same Pakistani family. My plan was to get the milk and eggs and then make a detour to Mr Grimsley’s house to somehow get him to give me the video tape and make sure he didn’t say anything about last night to my Mum when he came over later. I wasn’t very confident of doing either, but I had to do something.

As well as the milk and eggs, I bought two scratchcards with Mum’s money. I figured I’d pay her back when I got home. I didn’t win anything, though. Maybe one day…

Mr Grimsley was out in his back garden, doing something in the greenhouse.

“Good morning, Emma. What a lovely surprise.”

“I need that video tape,” I said. “Did you show it to anyone?”

“Of course, and they all loved it. You’re a natural. In fact, they asked me if I could get some more. I told them it shouldn’t be a problem. It’s not going to be a problem, is it, Emma?”

“Mr Grimsley… ”

“Uncle Ted, remember?”

“Um, Uncle Ted… What happened last night… ”

“I always knew you were a dirty girl, Emma. Even when you were a little kid. Being a policeman for so long, I can spot the type. You try to act all sweet and innocent, but you have a wild side that can’t be controlled.”

I bit my lip, wondering if he was right.

“Um, Uncle Ted. Can I have the video tape please?”

Mr Grimsley smiled and said, “Oh, now I understand. You want to show it to your friends. That’s okay. I’ve copied it onto my computer anyway. Come on inside. I’ll get it for you.”

I was wary of going back inside Mr Grimsley’s house after last night, but I followed him anyway. I knew it was pointless having the video tape if he’d copied it and already shown it to his friends, but somehow it felt comforting to have the original. And I admit I was intrigued to watch it myself, even though it was embarrassing to think about it.

He came down and handed me the tape.

“Thank you, Uncle Ted.”

I wanted to ask him who he’d shown the video to, but I was scared. Maybe it would be better not to know. I was about to ask him not to mention my visit last night to Mum, but he interrupted my thoughts.

Mr Grimsley looked at me and said, “Well, I can see you’re still not wearing a bra, Emma. The question is, do you have any knickers on?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Really?”

“Uh, no… ”

Why did I say that? What was wrong with me?

Mr Grimsley grinned at me and said, “Well, is it yes or is it no? I suppose there’s one way we can find out, isn’t there?”

“Please… Uncle Ted… ”

“Wait a minute. Let me get my camera.”

And, like an idiot, I just stood there, while he went for his video camera. I should have run, I should have got out of there, but I didn’t. I was still in the exact same spot when he returned.

“Good girl,” he said, already raising the camera to film me. “Now, let’s have those shorts off.”

“Uncle Ted… please don’t tell my Mum I came over… last night or today… ”

He ignored me and just kept filming me, and I started undoing my shorts and pulling down the zip. My pubes came into view as I slipped my shorts down my legs, letting them fall around my ankles.

“Lift up your shirt, Emma. It’s in the way.”

I did it slowly, but did it anyway, until it was held just below my breasts. At Mr Grimsley’s signal, I spun around, stepping out of my shorts first. It dawned on me that I’d come here to try and stop him showing my video, and now I was letting him make another one. I seemed to be under some sort of spell. Or maybe I was just plain stupid.

“Take off your shirt, Emma, and show us your big tittys.”

I lacked any will to resist. My shirt came off and I dropped it on top of my shorts. Mr Grimsley told me to jump up on the counter again, and I did it almost without thinking. He told me to kick off my shoes and I did. He told me to spread my legs and I did.

“Uh, Uncle Ted… I have to get back soon… Mum’s expecting me… ”

If he heard me, he didn’t show it. He was backing up and moving around, getting me from different angles, and then he opened the fridge door with his spare hand and fumbled behind him until he found what he was looking for. He tossed the cucumber to me, and I caught it.

“Put that in your cunt.”

I don’t know what shocked me more – the casual use of the word ‘cunt’ or the fact that he seriously wanted me to use it as a  dildo. I had, of course, experimented with such things in my younger days – bananas, carrots, hairbrush handles, and even a screwdriver handle – but never a cucumber, and never in front of anyone.

“Come along, Emma. We don’t have all day.”

What could I do? As much as I hated doing this, I felt there was no way out for me. The cucumber was still cold from the fridge. I looked at Mr Grimsley, at the lust on his face. He knew with absolute certainty that I would succumb to his demands. Wasn’t I sitting here naked because he’d demanded it? 

“Don’t fuck about, Emma. I’m sure you’ve had bigger things than that in your cunt.”

I didn’t know what to do. If I refused, Mr Grimsley still had video of me naked, and he could still cause me a lot of trouble with my Mum, who was probably already wondering what was taking me so long. With trembling hands I moved the cucumber until it was pressing against my pussy. God, I was already wet. What was wrong with me?

Mr Grimsley moved closer. I imagined how it must have looked to him as he filmed me sliding the cucumber into my wet pussy. I felt shame, but couldn’t deny it was turning me on too, as I felt it stretching my pussy, opening me up. I moaned softly as I pushed it deeper and deeper.

“That’s a good little slut. Yeah, you like that. Now fuck yourself with it and tell Uncle Ted what a dirty little girl you are.”

I held the cucumber by the tip, burying as much as I could deep in my pussy. I hadn’t had anything this big in my pussy for a while and it felt so good. I started sliding it in and out, slowly, enjoying the feel of it as it moved inside me. I no longer cared that Mr Grimsley was filming me or that he would show this to his friends. All I cared about was fucking myself and the orgasm I knew was not far away.

“Tell Uncle Ted and your viewers how much you’re enjoying this, Emma.”

“I… I love it… Uncle Ted… I love to… fuck myself… Oh God… ”

“Put it in your mouth, Emma. Suck it like you’re going to suck my cock.”

I was so close to cumming, but I pulled it out of my wet pussy and put it into my mouth without hesitating. I sucked on it eagerly, tasting my own juices, thinking back to last night, when I sucked on Tommy’s cock. I was aware of Mr Grimsley moving around, getting a better view of it sliding in and out of my mouth.

“On your knees, girl. Let’s see how you do with the real thing.”

If anyone told me two days ago that I’d be staring at Mr Grimsley’s cock, I’d have laughed in their face. I would have been horrified at the thought of it. I had never seen a cock belonging to anyone over 25 and I assumed an old man like Mr Grimsley would have a shrivelled up cock, but I was wrong. It wasn’t the biggest I’d ever seen, but it was a good size, and surprisingly thick too. His dirty old gardening trousers were down around his knees, along with some white y-fronts that had seen better days.

“Let’s go, little girl. Uncle Ted’s waiting… ”

He was still filming me. I hopped down off the counter and fell to my knees in front of him, on the tiled floor. I still had the cucumber in my hand. I started to insert it back into my pussy, but Mr Grimsley stopped me.

“No. There’ll be no pleasure for you until you’ve finished pleasuring me. Understood?”

I nodded and put down the cucumber, but Mr Grimsley said, “I want to hear you say it, Emma.”

I looked up into the camera and said, “Yes, Uncle Ted. I understand… ”

I took hold of Mr Grimsley’s cock and started sucking on it. An unpleasant odour filled my nostrils, of sweat and stale pee, but I didn’t let it put me off. I sucked on his cock as eagerly as I’d sucked on the cucumber, taking it deep in my mouth, feeling the tip brush against my throat. I was sucking my third cock in two days and I knew now that this was my place in life, to please men, to follow their commands, to do what I was told. Naked, on my knees, with a cock in my mouth.

“I see you’ve done this before.”

Mr Grimsley was still filming me from above as I sucked on his cock. I should have felt disgusted, but I got a special thrill out of being filmed, knowing strange men would be entertained by my degradation. Mr Grimsley was making a lot of noise as I sucked his cock, and I knew he liked it. I held onto his flabby bum with both hands as I moved my head back and forth along the length of his cock.

“Okay… stop… I want to cum on your face… ”

I was slightly disappointed, as I wanted to swallow Mr Grimsley’s cum, but I took his cock out of my mouth and started stroking it quickly, knowing he wasn;t going to last much longer. Mr Grimsley took over at the last minute, so that he could aim it at my face, and I closed my eyes as he coated my face with his warm sticky cum. I could feel it dripping from my nose and chin. I licked my lips, tasting his cum, thinking how much more bitter it was than the boys’ cum last night, but loving it anyway.

“I always knew you were a dirty slut,” Mr Grimsley said, still filming me.

I blinked my eyes open, trying to see through the strands of cum that hung from my eyelashes.. I could feel his cum dripping down my chin, dropping down onto my bare breasts. It felt warm against my skin. I was surprised an old ,man could produce so much. the smell of his cum filled my nostrils.

“Clean my cock with your tongue, slut.”

I did it, of course, more eagerly than I would have expected. The whole time, Mr Grimsley kept the camera focused on me, filming my every move. I even licked his big hairy balls.

“I think my friends are going to enjoy this,” he said. “You’d better get going, Emma. Your mother will wonder what happened to you.”

I stood up on shaky legs. The cucumber lay on the floor, and I realized I still hadn’t cum. But I knew it would have to wait, as I had to get home. I reached for a tea towel to wipe the cum off my face and tits but Mr Grimsley stopped me.

“Don’t use that. Come with me.”

He took my hand and practically dragged me out the back door. I tried to resist, but he was much bigger and stronger than I was. I couldn’t believe he was dragging me outside naked. I couldn’t be seen by his neighbours because of the high fences at this end of the garden, but there was a block of flats that could be seen at the end of the garden, which I knew were on Albion Road, opposite the Red Lion pub. It was six stories high, and I knew there was a good chance someone was watching me right now.

Mr Grimsley pushed me up against the wall and I stared in horror as he picked up the end of a hose pipe and started turning on the water.

“This should clean you off,” he said, smiling as he aimed the nozzle at me.

I let out a loud shreik as the jet of water hit me hard, and I was shocked at how cold it was. I was also unprepared for how powerful it was as it almost knocked me off my feet. Mr Grimsley hosed me down, and I stood there and let him, wanting it to be over with quickly. At least he left the video camera indoors. Even though most of his cum was on my face, he seemed to take great delight in soaking my tits and pubes. If anyone was watching from the flats, they must have wondered what was going on, seeing a naked girl being hosed down by an old man in his back garden. Mr Grimsley even made me turn around, and insisted on me leaning forward against the wall and spreading my legs, so he hose down my pussy as well.

When he’d finally finished, Mr Grimsley said, “You’re still a dirty girl, Emma, but at least you’re a clean dirty girl now. Stay here and I’ll get something to dry you off with.”

So I stood there, dripping wet, with my back to the block of flats. The morning sun hadn’t reached around this far and it was chilly in the shade. I was shaking like a leaf. At least my hair had been spared most of the soaking, although it was still wet in places.

Mr Grimsley returned with a small hand towel. He threw it at me and said he was going upstairs to show his friends the latest video.

“Just let yourself out,” he said. “Tell your Mum I’ll be over later, to check on my roses, and see how my tomatoes are getting on..”

So Mr Grimsley left me to dry myself off with a ridiculously small towel. I did the best I could and then went back into the kitchen to get dressed. I took the video from last night with me, even though I knew Mr Grimsley already had an even dirtier one now, showing me fucking myself with a cucumber and sucking his cock. What was happening to me?

“You took your time,” Mum said. “I thought you’d gone to China.”

“No, I… I just got talking to, um, Mr Grimsley. He wanted to show me his… uh… cucumbers.”

“Where’s my change? I know what you’re like.”

I handed her the money and she said, “Where’s the rest?”

“Oh, sorry. I bought a couple of scratchcards. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back.”

“I’ve heard that one before. What’s the video?”

“Oh, just a film Suzy taped for me. I saw her in the shop, and she just happened to have it with her. She was going to pop round with it later.”

“What is it? Is it something the boys will like? I was thinking of taking them to the video shop later, anyway. Playing on that computer for hours on end can’t be good for them.”

“No, it’s… um…. a romantic comedy. Nothing they’d watch.”

“Well, maybe we can watch it later, when the boys are in bed. I could do with a bit of romance in my life.”

“Um, okay… ”

I went upstairs to my room. The door to the boys’ room was closed and I guessed they were still asleep. I thought I’d go and get my dildo out of the closet and finish off what Mr Grimsley’s cucumber had started, but I was wary of waking the boys. I decided to use my hairbrush handle instead, even though it was a poor substitute. But before I could do anything, Paul appeared, looking bleary-eyed, wearing Spider-man underpants.

“Good morning, Emma.”

“Good morning, sir,” I said quietly.

“I need to pee. Get undressed and get in the bath.”

I was scared Mum would come up, but I could smell the bacon and knew she was preparing breakfast. I followed Paul into the bathroom and quickly undressed, as all I had on was what I’d worn to the shops. Paul told me to hurry, as his bladder was full and he didn’t want to wet himself. He was desperate to pee, as he was hopping up and down, and fidgeting. I climbed into the bath and knelt down, as before. Paul hadn’t even bothered closing the bathroom door.

“Open your mouth.”

I did as I was told. I was so used to obeying commands now, I did it almost automatically. Paul pushed his underpants down around hisw knees and began peeing into my open mouth. I swallowed what I could, but there was so much of it, it was impossible to swallow it all. I was in danger of choking on it, there was so much. Every once in a while, Paul would aim his pee in my face or down on my bare breasts, which at least offered some relief.

When he’d finally finished, he smiled at me and said, “Stay there. Tommy will be out in a minute.” He pulled up his pants and left me there.

I thought of turning the shower on and washing some of Paul’s pee off me, but what was the point? Then I heard Mum’s voice calling up the stairs.

“Emma, get the boys up. Breakfast is ready.”

I shouted back, “Okay, Mum.”

I just stayed where I was, kneeling in the bath. Paul poked his head around the door.

“Remember, Emma. No breakfast for you today.”

I’d already had some toast earlier, but I didn’t say anythung about that. I heard Paul run downstairs and then Tommy came in.

“Lay on your back and open your mouth.”

Then he said, “Spread your legs. Show me your cunt.”

He took out his cock and started peeing on me, moving slowly from my face to my pussy and back up again, and I just lay there and let him get on with it. As he pulled up his jeans and left me there, I again wondered how I’d gotten myself into a situation where I was letting two 13 year old boys pee on me any time they wanted. I stood up and tuned on the shower, washing away the boy’s urine.

Mum shouted up, “Emma, your breakfast is getting cold.”

“I’m not hungry,” I shouted back.

I closed and locked the bathroom door and looked at myself in the mirror and wondered what I’d become. I still looked the same as I had two days ago, but so much had changed. I was now a slave to two 13 year old boys and a sexual plaything to Mr Grimsley. The weird thing was that I should have hated what they were all doing to me, but somehow I liked being told what to do, though I didn’t understand why. I was scared of what Paul and Tommy would make me do, but I was excited by the not knowing. Had they already planned today’s activities or did they just make it up as they went along? I was also scared that Mum would find out. How long could we keep this up before she caught us? We’d been lucky so far, but I knew it couldn’t last.

I put my t-shirt and shorts on and went downstairs. My breakfast hadn’t gone to waste, as Paul and Tommy had shared it out between them.

Mum said, “Another shower? Hot water doesn’t grow on trees you know.”

I realized that that was my fourth shower today, if you count being peed on twice and hosed down once.

Paul said, “Good morning, Emma. You’re looking pretty today.”

Tommy said, “We’re going to the park to play football later. Do you want to come, Emma?”

I knew it was an order, not a request, so I said, “Sure, okay… ”

Mum gave me a look but didn’t say anything. The boys were grinning.

Mum said, “If you’re starting another diet, Emma, you can at least warn me. If the boys weren’t here, I’d have had to throw good food away.”

“No, Mum, I’m not on a diet. I just didn’t feel hungry today, that’s all.”

Mum was always hinting that I should diet, even though I didn’t need to. I could maybe lose a couple of pounds here and there, but I wasn’t in any way fat. Besides, she was the one who kept feeding me fried breakfasts and other fattening meals.

The two boys finished their breakfast and ran upstairs.

Mum said, “Since when did you start playing football?”

“I’m not playing football. I just thought it would be nice to go to the park. At least the boys won’t be stuck in front of the computer screen all day.”

“I suppose that’s something.”

When I went upstairs, Paul and Tommy were playing on the computer.

Tommy said, “Suck my cock.”

“Yes, sir… ”

But as I dropped to my knees in front of him, he said, “Get naked first, you dumb slut.”

So I did. I knelt between Tommy’s thighs and sucked his cock while he carried on playing his gane.

Paul said, “We’re going to have so much fun today, Emma. I even called Mr Richmond, and he’s going to be there too.”

Inside, I groaned, but my pussy was already wet with excitement at what was to come.

       to be continued…

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