by Dan Bruce
Oh he knew! This was Her Nemesis – of course the big brute knew!
That became all too evident when Emily felt some pressure against her ass cheeks and prodding at the crack. Startled, Emily jumped and turned around. This wasn’t part of the understanding that had developed between them – the man had never touched her before. Physical contact wasn’t allowed! This was breaking an unspoken rule of the game. Then Emily gasped when she saw him – after all of his taunting it still came as a surprise to see the man standing there with his cock out of his flies – the meat hard and hungry!
Wow!
Biff! Bang! Bash! Wallop! And Crash! The bag was dropped as the woman went weak at the knees.
Struggling for composure, Emily gazed wide-eyed at the erection Her Nemesis held in his hand, waving it provocatively at her. She stuttered and stammered. She backed away from him, pressing herself against the elevator door. The man followed, and leaned over to press the button for the basement. Emily followed his hand and noticed that the ground floor button was unlit. It no longer occurred to her to check and press it herself for they always got out at the lobby – it was part of the game. But now the rules had changed.
Emily shook her head; her eyes flicking first to the man’s impressively large penis that certainly lived up to all those threatening promises, then to his confidently grinning face – so ruggedly handsome – so annoyingly fine, demanding a surrender that she longed to give.
But no, Emily had to resist. This was taking the game too far. She had a husband who loved her. She was a decent woman who was going through a funny phase, not some unfaithful slut who wanted to be debased. She was a sophisticated young lady, with class and breeding – she could not yield to this lout who was crude and uncouth, no matter how fine the face, or how big the cock!
Dragging up some vestige of resistance, Emily reached out to press the ‘LOBBY’ button but the man caught her hand and prised it away. He pressed against Emily again, grinding his naked cock against Emily’s groin and her whorishly oozing pussy that didn’t subscribe to any of her prudish nonsense.
That proved the final straw. After a whole month of verbal foreplay, Emily couldn’t help it. The prim and proper part of her wanted to stop him, but the emerging whore in her seized the moment. She jutted out with her hips and felt the man’s hard dick pushing back at her, grinding into Emily’s ravenous sex. In the misty haze of lust that had quickly descended, Emily responded, the woman moaning and groaning as the man dry humped her. Not thinking, just reacting to all the pent up desires he had so craftily nurtured, she reached round with her hands and grasped the man’s butt, pulling him in as she spread her legs as far as the skirt would allow. Waves of pure bliss radiated up from her sex as she absorbed every part of him with every sense she possessed.
Then suddenly a voice screamed warning in her ear. ‘Wake up! Wake up, you stupid bitch! What in the blazes do you think you’re doing?’
Panic gripped her as they approached the ground floor. What if someone was waiting? What if the elevator stopped and the doors suddenly opened and Emily fell out with the man on top of her, his cock sticking out of his trousers; the uncouth brute dry humping between Emily’s spread legs as they hit the ground in a clothed heap of copulation. Tessa Clifford would have a field day. Emily would have to resign with immediate effect. The humiliation would haunt her till the day she died.
But the elevator didn’t stop. They went one level lower to a depth Emily had only ever been to in her mind.
That mind was screaming ‘NO’ as the elevator came to a halt, but Emily couldn’t help herself when the doors opened and the man pushed her out into the poorly lit space of the basement. She stumbled into the empty landing, frantically looking around for someone that might save her. But the only face she saw was that of Her Nemesis whose big cock was still lewdly sticking out of his trousers, hard and throbbing, a righteous spear, terrifying with its delicious threat. Emily stared at the phallus, awash with confusion: the need for the man snarled at her loins; the voice of propriety screamed in disgust. She looked around again, but she wasn’t sure why. Did she want a saviour to protect her honour, or did she fear a spoiler that would ruin the fun?
Unsure of herself, Emily looked back to the man’s face - the grinning face that was full of certainty – there were no fears or doubts plaguing his assertive psyche. He had promised Emily this, and now it would happen. There were no questions in his mind – he knew he had won, and that Emily was now his to use and abuse. But that was something she needed to admit to – if only as a step on the path to humility.
“So Blondie, I’m not going to force you,” he calmly said having rescued the Chanel bag from where Emily had dropped it. “And I’m not going to ask you again. We’ve played in the elevator long enough. I’ve enjoyed the game and so have you. But now it’s time to step up a gear. So let’s go to the changing room where I’ll fuck you hard and dirty – fuck you up the ass, because you know that’s what I want!”
Emily couldn’t bring herself to say anything in agreement. But there was no way on God’s earth she was going to refuse, so she meekly nodded her head in consent. The man’s handsome face, his hunky build, and his beautiful erection so big and potent, all made for a compelling argument when added to his sure authority and the bad boy streak that was such a turn on. This was Her Nemesis and there was no way Emily could resist the package.
Grunting in satisfaction at his easy victory, with her bag in one hand, the man took her by the wrist with the other and dragged Emily along the poorly lit space. Emily stumbled behind him, struggling for balance on the three inch heels that normally she wore so assuredly - the woman softly whimpering, but not raising her voice to object. She had been promised such rough treatment after all and it would have been a letdown in a way if the man had been sweet and nice, sweeping Emily off her feet and carrying her to the room to give her a tender loving fuck.
Striding manfully onwards, the man didn’t hold her all that tightly – he knew there was no need. Emily could have easily freed herself, but she made no effort – this was consensual, which made it all the more shocking that the prim and proper Mrs. Johnson was agreeing to it all. It was only when they got to the changing room that the grip strengthened around Emily’s wrist and he pulled her inside. He flicked on the switch and Emily quickly looked around as her precious Chanel bag got tossed in a corner.
She was far from impressed!
The space was small and very unpleasant – it was no surprise that few people came here or were even aware of its existence. Illuminated by a harsh fluorescent light that annoyingly flickered - there was a bench underneath some wall hooks for clothing, a shower unit that looked grimy behind a frosted glass door, a cracked mirror with washbasin beneath, a toilet that was open and was undoubtedly revolting, and a urinal to the outside of it where men had missed the mark. The place stank of masculinity run riot without women – men’s sweat and their piss and God knows what else. The concrete floor was dirty and wet – Emily shuddered to think what with.
Hardly the Savoy, but then Emily knew that already – her expectations had been set in advance. Yet she still found it disgusting – much more of a hovel that she had ever suspected. In a knee jerk reaction, she wondered if this was a hideous mistake and that perhaps she should yank herself free and run away. But she made no such attempt. Instead Emily Johnson, P.A. to the boss, allowed the man to push her against a wall.
Staring at her face, he pinned Emily with his chest pressing against her heaving breasts – his cock once again grinding into her groin. Then getting straight down to business, the man forced his hand under Emily’s skirt, feeling his way up her soft inner thighs until he found the swell of her puffy mound that was covered by a lacy gusset.
It wasn’t moist – it was wet - drenched in her cunt juice! Emily blushed, knowing what was there.
The man grunted out a laugh when he felt the arousal – the confirmation of all that he’d suspected. She could rant and rave, swe
ar she wasn’t depraved, but that juicy little snatch told a different story. The outwardly cold and frigid Mrs. Johnson wanted this roughness and degradation – she wanted him – Her Nemesis, and all the nasty retribution he might care to throw at her. A seed had been planted in Emily’s fertile imagination and had grown with plenty of nurture. Verbal filth was the nutrition fed, along with hot sultry looks and confident assertion, and now the outcome was going to be reaped.
The man groped at Emily’s puffy arousal, savouring his domination. He went behind the gusset and found her naked sex – bloated lips beneath a silky landing strip of blonde pubic hair that Mrs Johnson had recently sculpted. She quivered as a finger slipped inside and stroked the inner folds. A moan of bliss escaped her throat and a tear of guilt welled in each of her eyes – her only token to the shocking infidelity taking place.
“Yeah, Blondie,” the man growled, glorying in his conquest, fingering her deeper to invade her vagina. “You want it, don’t you? You want it real bad!”
Emily looked away unable to face him and admit to an answer, but Her Nemesis tormentor was having none of that! With his other hand he grabbed Emily’s fine featured chin and pulled her head back, staring menacingly down.
“Well? Don’t you?”
“Yesss,” she hissed, hating herself and hating him, hating the whole crazy world that had somehow become so deranged and had turned her life upside down.
“Yeah, of course you do. But just in case there’s any doubt...”
Smirking, he moved the hand that was at her sex, grabbed the gusset and chugged it hard. The g-string snapped and fell from her waist to be pulled from under Emily’s skirt. The white gossamer thong was brought to his face where the man sniffed the aroma. “...The smell says you do!” he added with a laugh then he thrust the material under Emily’s delicate little nose, giving her a scent of herself. “That’s the smell of a bitch in the peak of her season... Of course you want it bad!”
Emily was shaking, her knees threatening to buckle when the thong was pulled away and tossed to the floor. But the man wasn’t satisfied with this demonstration – he had another layer to add to Emily’s humiliation. It came in the form of his index finger – the one coasted in juice having been up Emily’s cunt. He showed her it first in an ‘up yours’ gesture then pressed the slimy digit onto her trembling lips.
“And the taste says you want it real bad as well. Try for yourself!”
With a moan she opened up for him and sucked her cunt juice off. Emily was horrified as she tasted her own arousal, yet she made no attempt to stop the man. Instead she sucked on the finger, lapping off her essence with an eager tongue. Amused at the display of easy capitulation, a second finger was forced in – the man moving the pair in and out of Emily’s mouth in digital fellatio. And she welcomed the action, devouring the fingers, thrilled to have the man’s flesh inside her at last. She worshiped the chunky fingers as they thrust in and out, slavering around them almost choking on her lust.
Freeing her chin, the man reached down and with practiced ease unfastened the zipper on Emily’s skirt. Emily carried on finger sucking as the man pulled on the skirt and shoved it down her legs to gather at the ankles. A part of her was appalled at what was happening – appalled at what she was doing and so tamely allowing. But the core of her being was rejoicing in the submission, and she didn’t struggle one little bit as she was made naked from the waist down. Naked that is, apart from a pair of very expensive shoes – three inch heels that conveniently gave Emily the right extra height to line up her snatch with the man’s demanding erection!
Unconsciously stepping out of her skirt and spreading her legs in whorish invite, Emily’s mouth was freed and two big hands were suddenly grappling with her ass, pawing at the fine bounty that was Emily’s plump buttocks, pulling her to him so he could grind his exposed cock against her slavering pussy that tried to slurp the head in as it rode between the spread puffy lips.
Bare sexual flesh slavered in hunger; one organ hardened solid by blood, the other ripened receptive by the same; both drooling juice in an exchange of fluids and any little vermin they might contain. Emily gasped, again awakened by a voice screaming warning in her brain. She looked questioningly at the man, not even sure herself what she wanted – protection in this situation seemed so out of place. It was the sensible thing to do – but where lay the sense in any of this?
Of course the man read Emily’s consternation with ease and verbalised the dilemma, stating his case plainly and giving Mrs. Johnson a choice. “It’s all a big risk, Blondie. That’s part of the fun. Where’s the adventure without any risk? After a month of foreplay, I sure as hell ain’t going to put on some rubber, so you have to tell me to stop. Tell me now – because there’s no going back if you don’t.”
The final chance to say ‘No’ and she gave him silence, which down in the basement is a resounding ‘Yes’.
OOMPH!
A second to position then he rammed his bare cock right up her. Eight solid inches of thick throbbing meat punched its way into Emily’s vagina. She screamed at the entry which was shockingly violent – the stretch, the friction, the sheer darn size of the dick, when added to the power and speed of the thrust, made Mrs. Johnson see stars. Then she screamed again as her pussy caught fire and turned into a furnace of orgasmic desire. The heat ripped through her tingling body – her penetrated, enervated, cock stuffed body – wave after wave after blissful wave as she quivered in an ecstasy of stationary copulation.
Now that was a trick! Four years of marriage and never once had it happened, and now this man had brought her to climax with a single thrust! He might be Her Nemesis and a brute to be feared, but Emily Johnson was head over heels in lust.
“Dirty bitch!” the man laughed in her orgasmic face. “Dirty cock loving bitch!”
He pulled down and thrust again, literally lifting her off her feet and sending her into sexual orbit. Emily clung for support: arms flew out to wrap around his shoulders; legs did the same around his waist; her convulsing pussy gripped his long fat dick as he in turn held her clenching buttocks. Totally ablaze and utterly crazed, she tossed her mane of ash-blonde hair as she came and came and came.
Two thrusts, that was all, and two minutes of consummation. A lot less than Les normally gave her, but Emily wasn’t complaining. How could she ever complain about a moment like this? They were two of the wildest minutes of her life, and Emily knew there would be a lot more to follow. Retribution can be a lengthy process and Her Nemesis had barely got started.
Chapter 6
“That was a free taste,” the man announced as he pulled his cock out from Emily’s pussy and lowered her to her feet. “But you’re going to have to earn it if you want some more – a proper cunt fuck – hours of rutting the way nature intended with a blast of spunk at the end. Understand?”
“Yes,” said Emily, although she didn’t really. But she got a good clue when the man backed away and pointed to the floor before him.
“On your knees then, Blondie!” he commanded. “And get your tits out as well. Show me the match before you show me what you can do with that coral painted mouth.”
So it was a blowjob! Not exactly playing to Emily’s strengths, but then all of this was alien territory to the normally unadventurous Mrs. Johnson who rarely gave head. Warily she obeyed and fell to her knees, assuming the submissive position before him. She’d done this recently with Les, so Emily had the benefit of some practice – but this was so much different. Here in the basement, instead of a comfortable clean carpet, the concrete floor beneath was hard and dirty, painful for her knees which were soft and not acclimatised to such treatment. In this seedy location, it wasn’t Emily who had control, dictating the proceedings like she did with her husband – here it was the man who had total dominion. And of course there was the matter of size!
As Emily removed her smart jacket, shaking with nerves and a snarling excitement, she gazed at the man’s cock, seeing it up close for the first t
ime. It was lobbing in front of her, glistening with her cunt juice from their brief but glorious union. She could scarcely credit that it had fitted inside her – the phallus was so incredibly big. But it had been inside her - at least eight inches of the most wonderful hard potent meat that had stabbed her so deep, the head prodding at her womb. And it was really thick as well, the creamy brown shaft incredibly fat and gnarled with bulging veins all the way from the root to the purple head where a thick gooey globule of juice hung from the eye, pendulously swinging like a hypnotists jewel.
As if in a trance, Emily placed her jacket neatly on top of the skirt which lay crumpled on the floor. The blouse came off next, leaving Emily in nothing other than high heeled shoes, a string of pearls and her bra – a tasteful white lacy number that matched her ruined thong. She made to take it off, but Her Nemesis bid her not to.
“You’ll look dirtier with them hanging out – even better, just the one. I’ll let you decide which you think is the best.”
The ‘right’ was the answer. It was just a fraction larger – something that had always annoyed young Emily as she craved the perfection of total symmetry. But that bothered her not at this point in time. Eager to please, she delved into the bra and pulled out her beautiful right breast. It was held proudly cupped as she showed him the splendour of the pert milky orb. Then in an act that stunned as it was way out of character, Emily lifted it up to her bending face and kissed the hard nipple which jutted out at the end. Coral lips met coral flesh – the shade a perfect match which indeed really suited her.
“Nice! Real nice, Blondie!” the man said as he reached down to feel the flesh. He grappled the exposed tit and pinched hard on the nipple making Emily yell at the sudden hurt.
