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The Apartment: Emma, Scott, and Jean

Author�s note: I got a request from several readers to
make Scott a submissive�but I�ve seen that done before so many times it seems a
bit clich�. However, since I write for you all�This chapter has Scott as the
sub�a future chapter will have Scott as the Dom. You can decide which one you
like better. Happy reading!�Jaenelle

Emma
waited for Scott and Jean to enter the apartment first, then she followed and
closed the door, locking it. Scott immediately began to strip off his clothes;
Jean hesitated a little longer but soon followed suit. When he was naked he
knelt on the floor immediately; Jean, somewhat uncertainly, remained standing
until Emma frowned, then she knelt next to her husband.
�Good.
Now, here are the rules. I�m the dominant; Scott is my submissive. Jean, I
think you�re going to turn out to be a switch, but that remains to be seen.
Come along.� She walked to a tall free-standing frame in one corner of the room, and tapped it. Scott hurried after
her, pulled it out from the wall, and stood in it. Emma buckled the
leather-strap restraints around his wrists and pulled his arms taut; then did
the same to his ankles, spreading them wide. �Get around in front of him and
take his dick in your mouth,� Emma said to Jean. �But don�t suck or lick just
yet.�
Jean
knelt in front of Scott, opening her moth around his semi-soft cock. He groaned
softly, and the cock stiffened a little more; but he didn�t say anything. Jean
couldn�t see anything in front of her except Scott�s well-muscled, firm abs; so
she closed her eyes instead and simply waited.
Emma
went to a cabinet against he wall that held whips and switches of all kinds and
opened it, reaching for the long bullwhip that hung there. From a drawer she
took a hard latex dildo; then, smiling wickedly, she took a harness and
attached a remote-controlled vibrating dildo to it. Bringing back those
implements, she handed the harness to Jean. �Put that on.� Jean stood, slipped
the dildo into her pussy (which she found, to her surprise, to be getting wet)
and slid her long legs into the harness, then returned to her kneeling position
in front of Scott. Scott gave a peculiar grunt, and Jean sensed the tightening
of his lower abdominal muscles. She reached out telepathically to him, and felt
the not-quite-pain of a hard dildo pressing into his anus. Are you all
right, love? she asked.
Yes.
It�s not the first time we�ve done this, Scott said absently, his
concentration more on the intruder in his ass than what he was saying to his
wife.
Jean went hot at
this evidence of his infidelity, then cold at the implications. Scott�you
like this? Do you want me to hurt you like this?
It�s
not about the pain, sweetheart, Scott said to her, and she felt the intense
love he felt for her through their link, the love that couldn�t be hidden or
feigned. She could tell, by now, when he was lying�and he could never lie to
her. It�s about the control. I want to be the one in control; all my life
things happened around me that were out of my control, and I hated it. This
gives me a chance to have the illusion that I�m not in control when I really
am. Jean didn�t understand, and said so.
Emma�s
mindvoice broke into their telepathic conversation. I�m the one in control
all the time; doing this makes me think I�m in control when I�m not. Jean, the
submissive has the real control in a relationship like this; the submissive has
clearly-defined limits, things they don�t want to do, and a safeword that can
be used to stop the activity when things get too uncomfortable. The dominant,
within those boundaries has control of what the submissive will have to
endure�but a true Dominant will stop the minute things become too uncomfortable
for the sub. And Jean�this rarely ever ends in sex, and when it does, it�s
psychic sex. His dick�s never physically been in my pussy. Scott, are you
ready?
�Yes,
Mistress,� Scott said aloud, his voice quiet but sure.
Emma instructed
Jean aloud, �Start sucking Scott off. Don�t stop. Scott, you will inform me
when you�re close to coming, I don�t want you to come yet.� Jean tightened her
lips around the base of Scott�s shaft, letting her tongue inside her mouth
flick up and down the sensitive underside of his cock. After years of being
married to him, she knew what brought him off; and from the vague feeling of
surprise she was getting from him, she knew that he�d never gotten this aroused
this quickly with Emma. Savoring that small victory, she increased the pace and
tempo of her sucking. Then, suddenly, the vibrator in her pussy hummed to life,
and she momentarily lost her rhythm as pleasure filled her body. She clamped
her thighs together, moaning involuntarily around Scott�s cock in her mouth; the
vibrations in her throat made the blowjob she was giving him even better, and
he started to groan. That was when Emma chose to let the first stroke of the
whip fall onto his muscled back.
Scott leaned
forward in his bonds, grunting with the sudden pain. Jean heard him gasp, and
his cock twitched in her mouth and softened a little. She renewed her efforts
to get him hard and keep him that way, trying to ignore the humming of the
vibrator deep in her pussy. It wasn�t easy. Emma continued laying stroke after
stroke onto Scott�s back, and Jean heard his low moans of pain and pleasure as
she continued working on him. �Oh�Oh�.Jean, God�Emma�Mistress, please, I think
I�m going to come�� Jean stopped licking immediately, and was rewarded by
having the vibe increase its buzzing slightly. On her knees there, she started
squirming, her thighs rubbing together as she fought to control her own
encroaching orgasm. When she felt through their telepathic link that Scott had
backed off his peak and was starting to soften, she wrapped her lips around him
again and resumed her ministrations. Again Emma and Jean whipped and sucked him
to his peak, and again denied him that release he craved. It was a subtle form
of control, one that the Dominant was wholly in control of and Scott himself
was helpless to prevent.
Emma was
whipping Scott and watching Jean at the same time. She�d always been envious of
Jean; Jean had everything, looks, the perfect man�and the perfect body, so much
like Emma�s own but was entirely natural. Emma had only had the best plastic
surgeons money could buy do her work; there was no contest between the
artificial and the natural. She hit the max button on the vibe�s remote.
Jean yelped and
let Scott�s cock fall out of her mouth as she fell on her back on the floor,
writhing frantically as her hands fluttered around the harness. Her gasps were
loud in the room as her fingers found her clit and she began to masturbate
herself to orgasm using her fingers and the vibe humming deep in her pussy.
Scott was staring at his wife, and his cock was so hard it looked almost
painful.
Emma dropped the
whip and went to Jean, unbuckling the harness and tugging the straps free of
Jean�s hips. Pushing Jean�s hands away from her clit, Emma replaced those hands
with her own mouth, nibbling, licking and sucking on Jean�s clit. Jean gasped.
�Oh God�oh Emma�yes, right there�oh, God, I�m almost there�please, Mistress,
more�� She didn�t even realize what she was saying, but it came so easily. Emma
obliged by concentrating her efforts, pulling out and switching off the
vibrator. When Jean gave a tiny, lost cry, Emma replaced the vibe with her
fingers, sliding two fingers deep into Jean�s wet, dripping cunt. Jean bucked
as Emma sawed her fingers in and out of her hot tunnel. �More, please, oh God
please, more, I�m almost coming�� Emma folded four fingers together and thrust
them deep into Jean�s cunt as she swung around to present her own wet cunt to
Jean�s mouth. �Have to pay for your pleasure,� Emma said, lowering her hips
over Jean�s face.
Jean was
drowning in pleasure, and at the moment couldn�t care what she had to do to get
more of the wonderful, exquisite sensation. Scott had finger-fucked her before,
but his fingers were large and he�d never been able to get more than two
fingers before. Emma�s fingers were smaller, and she was a woman besides; she
knew what would arouse Jean the fastest. Her hand, twisting and squirming in
Jean�s cunt, was providing such delicious sensations� Jean extended her tongue
to the pink-tinged cunt folds presented to he, and licked tentatively. Though
the though of lesbianism had never turned her on before, this wasn�t as bad as
she had thought. She concentrated on those parts of Emma�s anatomy that she
knew were her favorites�and then on a whim she created a telekinetic probe and
slid it up into Emma�s hot pussy. Then she slowly expanded it.
Emma threw back
her head and gave an animalistic groan of sheer pleasure. She�d always
preferred large cocks; the pressure inside her, though not being caused by a
cock, nevertheless felt enough like one that she was almost wild with need.
Unconsciously she began to pump her hips up and down, even as she licked at
Jean�s clit and labia and continued to finger-fuck the red head until they both
came, screaming in orgasm, crying each other�s names in passion and pleasure.
By the time they
climbed off one another, Scott was begging. The sight of his wife and his
Mistress coupling on the floor in front of him had gotten him so hard he was
sure his balls were about to burst. �Please,� he begged them, whimpering
shamelessly, �Please, for God�s sake, don�t do this to me, I need to come,
Emma, Jean, please�� Emma and Jean shared a private telepathic word with each
other, and then Jean went to Scott and turned around. She inched up to him
until her creamy, pale ass was right up in front of his cock, and she reached
back and spread her cheeks open. Impaling her ass on Scott�s cock was harder
than she expected but not as painful as she feared; then she held still for a
long moment, feeling her rectal muscles fluttering around his shaft.
Scott was in
heaven. Jean didn�t let him go up her ass often; in fact, for all the years
they�d been married he�d only fucked her ass twice. She didn�t like it,
usually, but playing with Emma seemed to make her more uninhibited. And as far
as Scott was concerned, that was a good thing.
Then the whip
cracked against his buttocks, and He howled in pain, his hips surging forward,
driving deeper into Jean�s ass. She had to brace herself telekinetically
against the force of his thrust; he, fearing that he�d hurt her, withdrew as
soon as the burning pain from the whip subsided. He was about to ask her if she
was all right when the whip cracked again, and again it drove his hips forward
deep into Jean�s ass, sodomizing her. Jean cried out, squirmed, writhed, moaned
with the sensation, but she couldn�t deny how hot this was making her. She
started to push back to meet each thrust, feeling the painful friction in her
ass subside to a merely uncomfortable one. To take away that last little bit of
pain, she reached down and fondled her own clit with her fingers, then reached
out with a telekinetic tendril and fondled Scott�s balls with that tendril and listened to the increase in
his breathing rate. Smiling, she gave herself entirely to pleasure, and was
rewarded, a few minutes later, by the sound of Scott howling in pleasure as he
slammed into her ass.
Emma released
the restraints from Scott�s wrists, and he bore Jean to the floor, pushing her
to her hands and knees. For long moments he lay across her back there, groaning
in pleasure and panting in pain, and Emma dropped the whip, crawled across the
floor to Jean, and picked up the harness. She strapped it around her own hips,
this time with the vibe facing outward and quiescent. Jean wrapped her lips
around it at Emma�s telepathic command, and Scott fucked her in the ass. The
redhead rocked back and forth on the floor, moaning as she was fucked at both
ends by her husband and her Mistress, until all three of them came in a
mind-shattering mutual orgasm.
Jean collapsed
on the floor on her side, panting hard with exertion and trying to collect her
scattered thoughts Emma lay beside her, fondling one breast, and Scott lay on
the other side, rolling one of Jean�s dusky pink nipples in his hand. �How was
it, sweetheart?� Scott said softly. �If you don�t like it, we won�t come back��
�No�no, it was
great, I loved it�really�� Jean sighed. �Scott�why didn�t you tell me you liked
this sort of thing before?�
Scott turned as
red as his glasses. �Well, this is not something one does with one�s wife,� he
said finally. �At least, I didn�t think so. I didn�t�I didn�t know you would
like it too. Did you really?� For answer, Jean opened her mind to her husband
and let him feel how wonderful the whole experience had been. Scott swallowed
hard. �Oh. Well�give it a couple of days, and we can come her again, maybe��
�A couple of
days?� Jean�s voice trailed off in confusion.
Scott laughed.
�Trying to please both of you is hard work for a man. And besides, we�re not
the only couple who use Warren�s apartment. Let�s give the others a chance,
eh?�
�All right, but
I have one request�next time we come, can you hold the whip?� jean grinned
wickedly. �If this is about control, then the best way to punish you is to make
you the dominant, which makes you not the one in control��
Scott groaned
and sat back, and Emma laughed. �She was bound to figure that out eventually,�
Emma said. �It�s your fault. All right, Jean, the next time we come, Scott will
be the dominant. I�ll just come along to make sure he�s doing things right.�
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