Emily Pt. 05

I slept fitfully that night -- my feelings about what had happened with Doctor Hadfield and what he'd said kept flashing through my head. I was so confused -- the good-girl side of me rejected utterly the idea that I could be someone that enjoyed that sort of sex. But at the same time I could feel my pussy twitch every time I thought about what I had done.

I woke feeling both ashamed and desperately horny. I felt so tempted to let my hand wonder between my legs but resisted -- I was not that sort of girl, I was a normal eighteen year old with normal desires. Besides how could I know that normal sex wasn't what I wanted when I'd never done it? As I walked to school I came to a decision -- tonight I would seduce Craig and prove to myself I was normal.

I texted him that minute -- I love you Craig and have decided tonight is the night we do it. I'm ready -- are you?

I wasn't surprised by his quick response -- Definitely! Come over to my place, my parents are out until late.

I giggled at his enthusiasm -- Ok, see you around 7

That day I couldn't really concentrate on school -- I felt so naughty knowing that I would be having sex with Craig that night. But it felt kind of right too -- this was what teenagers did and there was nothing to be ashamed of -- I could tell my friends and not feel embarrassed.

After school I showered, put on my best underwear and then my normal jeans and tee-shirt. I grabbed my school bag and told my mum I was going to Craig's to study -- something I often did.

When I arrived he pulled open the door without me even knocking -- he looked excited and nervous and I suppose I did too. Between my legs my pussy spasmed -- I was horny for him and I felt relieved that I was.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you too." I replied but that was it. The next thing I knew I had grabbed him and was kissing him hard on the lips. He managed to close the door and we worked our way upstairs to his bedroom while still kissing.

I got onto his bed and pulled off my tee-shirt to reveal my bra and my pert, teenaged breasts. His eyes bulged. His face had gone red and he was breathing hard. He pulled his shirt off quickly and then his jeans. I looked down and could see his cock, already hard, making a little tent of his boxer shorts. A moment of disappointment came over me -- his cock looked quite small. I pushed those thoughts away -- maybe it would get bigger as we went on.

I pulled off my jeans too and then he said, "Let's get under the covers."

I was a bit confused but I understood he was a bit embarrassed -- unlike me this was his first time. Once under the duvet we yanked at each other's underwear until finally we were both naked. He quickly grabbed my breasts and squeezed them softly. I moaned a little and he looked up, concerned.

"Am I hurting you?" He said worriedly.

"No," I said, "It's nice."

"Oh, ok."

He moved his hand down to my pussy and I let my legs fall apart slightly.

"You don't have any hair down there!" He said, startled.

"I know." I said, "Do you like it?"

"Ummm...I guess so." He sounded unconvincing and now looked worried again. This was not how I had imagined it.

I reached down and took hold of his cock and couldn't help feeling crest-fallen. It was about four inches long and quite thin. Craig gasped, a look of pleasure on his face.

Between my legs he started to rub my, by now, wet pussy. His fingers prodded and poked but seemed to miss both my entrance and my clitoris. I felt frustration welling up in me so I grabbed his hand and put his fingers on my clitoris.

"There." I said. "Rub me there."

He managed it for a couple of seconds but then lost it and was prodding and poking again. In the end I just said. "Let's do it."

"Ok." He said excitedly. "I've got a condom I bought today."

For a second I almost said not to worry, that I was on the pill now, but for some reason I didn't.

"Great, I said."

He fumbled around with the condom for what felt like five minutes before he finally had it on.

I laid on my back and spread my legs. He looked at me nervously.

"Umm...can I go underneath?" He asked.

I was confused -- didn't he want to be in control of it? Wasn't me underneath how most people did it?

He looked so worried that eventually I said ok and we moved around.

With the duvet now off us I could see his young body fully for the first time. He liked to work out and was toned but somehow it left me feeling cold. His eyes devoured my young body -- I saw his cock twitch as my pert, young breast came into view.

I straddled him and took hold of his condom covered cock -- it had grown no bigger and was just a hard little sausage between my fingers. He groaned at my touch. I guided it between my now cooling pussy lips until I felt it at my entrance. I slowly lowered myself down and felt Craig's cock enter me. All too quickly I felt my bottom touch his hips.

"Oh, god!" He said below me, his voice hoarse. "That feels amazing!"

Above him I did not feel so excited. I could feel his small cock inside my, thankfully still tight, pussy but it didn't exactly fill me up. I moved up and then sank slowly down -- Craig gasped again. He was enjoying it but I felt like something was missing -- I wanted to feel the intense lust I had felt before but it just wasn't there.

"Do you like that?" I asked. "Do you like your thing inside me?"

He looked up at me. "Umm...yes, it's lovely." He said a bit confused.

"Am I a naughty girl doing this?" I said in my best sultry voice while still moving up and down slowly.

"No." He said quickly. "This is an expression of our love, Emily." His face was concerned.

"Yes," I said, all my horniness suddenly draining away. "I love you."

"I love you too." He said earnestly.

This had not been what I wanted at all. I wanted Craig and I to experience the intense pleasure I had felt at Mustafa's -- the last thing I wanted was some insipid fumble.

I increased my pace then, let's get it over with I said to myself -- it didn't take long. After thirty seconds Craig moaned with pleasure and came. Contained within the condom I felt nothing inside me, no spurts of hot cum and certainly no orgasm.

I clambered off him and lay down. Within seconds Craig was asleep -- on his face a look of satisfaction. I quietly got up and dressed. What a disappointment the whole thing had been.

I wrote a quick note saying I loved him and had had a fantastic time and then left. As I walked home I felt worse than ever -- my first time having sex with the boy I loved and I was cold inside -- I'd felt none of the lust or forbidden passion I had hoped for -- nothing at all. Did I crave something else -- something Craig couldn't give me?

Thoughts of Mustafa's came into my head then and, as if to confirm my own unwanted suspicions, I felt my pussy give a lurch and warmth spread from it. I couldn't help but make the obvious conclusion -- I loved Craig but I needed that other sort of sex. The sort where men didn't ask, they just took. I wanted to be used!

When I got home my mum was waiting for me.

"Good study session, dear?" She said.

"Not bad." I lied.

I started to climb the stairs to my room but then my mum said, "Oh, Emily. This was dropped off for you when you were out." She handed me a small brown envelope.

"He said his name was Mustafa or something like that. He said he was your boss and that you'd left it at work on Saturday."

My heart started pounding in my chest -- how had he known where I lived and what was in the enveloped? I felt my face flush.

"Did he say anything else?" I asked, scared.

"Just that he looked forward to seeing you on Thursday." She replied and then looked more closely at me. "Are you ok, Emily. You look a little hot, are you coming down with something?"

"I'm fine, mum." I blurted and then ran up the stairs.

I sat on my bed and hesitantly opened the envelope - inside was a small memory card. I fired up my laptop and put the card in the slot. On it was just one file -- a video file.

I knew what it must be and my heart sank -- this was a message to me -- come back to work and let them keep doing what they did to me on Saturday. If I didn't then this video would find its way onto the Internet.

I double clicked the file -- after a second a grainy image appeared of Mustafa's storeroom. In the far corner I could clearly see Mustafa -- his back was to the camera and his arms were in front of him, holding onto something. My heart was beating like a drum as the camera moved closer to Mustafa and then I could see my feet sticking out on either side of him. The camera moved to the side and showed me on my hands and knees on the potato sacks -- knickers down by my knees and bottom exposed.

The picture then zoomed in to show Mustafa's rock hard, brown cock as he positioned it at the entrance to my pussy. Despite the poor quality I could clearly see my own juices glistening on my pussy lips. The sound cut out for a second and I realised they had blanked out my protests.

The video then captured Mustafa's voice as he said, "Girly want this very bad I think. Girly's little cunt all wet." Then, "Girlie little whore."

There was another blanking of the sound before, "Being a virgin on wedding night important for Asian girls." And then a further pause before, "But white girls just whores."

Then the video showed clearly as Mustafa's cock forced its way inside my virgin pussy. My lips were stretched wide as his invading member penetrated me. It slide inside for a few inches then stopped. I remembered now how he had stopped at my hymen.

The sound cut out again, but this time just briefly. I heard my own voice, "..........I'm a virgin." They had cleverly edited out the words Please Mustafa, stop.

Then I could hear Mustafa again, "Not virgin now." And with that I saw his cock forced hard into my protesting little pussy until it was up to his greasy black pubic hair. That was the moment I had lost my virginity and it had been captured on film! The very moment an old, fat, disgusting Pakistani man had brutally violated my virgin pussy. Despite myself I felt my pussy spasmming insistently. Almost involuntarily I spread my legs and moved my hand inside my jeans -- my eyes never left the sordid action on my computer screen. Inside my knickers I found my pussy was burning hot and slippery with my juices.

Back on the screen I saw Mustafa's cock quickly start to pound in and out of me -- my pussy lips tight around his hard shaft. God it looked so big and masculine -- like a rod of iron but covered in veins. It was invading my pussy, taking what it wanted -- not asking.

The camera moved away to capture a wider view -- from the side it clearly showed me on all fours on the sacks with Mustafa, from his shoulders down, standing behind me and between my legs. He was thrusting powerfully into me, my whole body was being forced backwards and forwards.

The camera moved closer again until it showed my head, my hair covering my face and then a hand grasping it and pulling it upwards. My long blonde hair parted to reveal my face -- my one remaining hope faded - there was no mistaking that it was me. A look of embarrassment appeared on my face but within seconds it was replaced by one of pure, wanton lust. I saw me close my eyes and bite my lower lip, my face glistened with sweat.

The camera then moved down under my tummy to show Mustafa's old, hairy balls swinging backwards and forwards as his brown cock filled me to my limit. His pace was quickening and then I heard the most incriminating thing so far -- my own voice as I shouted, "God yes, fuck that old cock into me. Cum inside me."

The screen showed Mustafa stiffen as he shot his sticky seed deep inside me. Below him I was thrashing around, tossing my head back with my mouth wide open -- unmistakably having an intense orgasm. Sitting in front of the screen, hand between my legs, I had a simultaneous orgasm of my own -- intense pleasure spread up and down my body and I shuddered.

Gradually recovering I continued watching the video. The camera moved closer as Mustafa pulled his cock slowly from my deflowered pussy and I saw myself slump forward onto the sacks -- legs still spread wide. The camera continued to get closer and closer until at last a picture of my once pristine pussy filled the screen. I had never seen it from this angle and from so close up. It was still gaping open a little from its recent violation and my pussy lips were red and swollen. What gave me the biggest thrill though, was the stream of thick creamy cum that began to trickle out of it. Between my legs my hands began to rub my clitoris again. Abdullah moved the camera in even closer to show the sticky seed dribbling out of me. Like marking his territory I thought -- he's left his disgusting seed in the most private part of my young body, like showing me I was now his property. He had conquered me, made my virgin pussy a used, sullied thing. My pussy gave another lurch as my hand worked on giving me yet another orgasm.

The video cut and then suddenly I was back on screen but this time on my back. The video showed my face clearly, my arms were either side of my head, stretched above me. Cleverly it didn't show Mustafa's hands holding them in place. The camera panned slowly down over my young body, showing my pert breasts, flat tummy and, finally, zooming in to show my recently deflowered pussy with its sparse covering of blonde pubic hair.

The camera then zoomed out slightly to show my thighs, spread wide and then, suddenly, the head of Abdullah's large cock came into view. The shaft soon followed and then I saw Abdullah's hand clasping it. He moved it down to my vulnerable, and obviously very wet, pussy and moved the head of it up and down between my lips. Then, without warning, I saw it thrust into me. My pussy lips were forcefully spread and it gave Abdullah's hard cock little resistance as it sank, inch after inch, into my body. A pleasurable gasp from me was clearly audible.

The camera soon showed Abdullah's cock withdrawing from my slick pussy and then thrusting forcefully back inside, his black pubic hair mingling and then pulling away from my own blonde hair. In and out it went -- the screen showing a long, hard brown shaft one moment and then it suddenly disappearing as it plunged back into my pussy.

The camera panned back up, over my naked body, first showing my breasts as they bounced up and down in time with Abdullah's thrusts and then to show a close up of my face. Sweat glistened on my skin, my eyes were closed and my mouth hung open. With each thrust a little moan of pleasure escaped my lips. The moans became louder and louder as Abdullah increased the pace of his thrusting until the screen showed my eyes fly open and then crease up as another unmistakeable orgasm wracked my young body. The little squeaks and squeals coming from my open mouth testified to just how much I had enjoyed it.

Sitting in front of the screen I had a second, equally amazing orgasm. My whole body shaking with it as it coursed through me. My knickers were now a sopping, sticky mess and I briefly worried I might have left a damp patch on the chair.

The screen now showed me with my eyes closed and with a look of immense satisfaction on my face. My chest was moving up and down as I took huge gulps of air. It moved down over my body and then zoomed in to show my pussy. My legs were still spread lewdly and my pussy was really gaping open. It was shiny with lubrication and my lips were engorged with arousal. After a second or two a thick line of cum appeared from within me and slowly trickled out. I couldn't help but be reminded of snot, the horrible sort you get when you have a bad cold, but at least this was white!

Abdullah's cum continued to dribble out of my abused pussy for what seemed like ages, it ran down my arse crack and formed a little puddle between my legs. I couldn't believe how much he had pumped inside me. The camera moved back up me to show my face clearly one last time and then the screen went blank.

A few seconds later words appeared on the screen.

See you on Thursday little whore or we put this on the Internet.

I shut the screen of my laptop down and climbed onto my bed. What was I going to do? I couldn't possibly let them put the video on the internet but I didn't want to go back there. They'd make me do it all again, or worse! But then I heard Doctor Hadfield's voice in my head -- pursue your fantasies.

I laid there thinking for hours until I finally came to a decision. The evidence was irrefutable that I enjoyed being used like that but I wasn't going to let them have it all their own way -- if I was going to do this it would be, at least partially, on my own terms. Suddenly I felt better about it all than I had in ages - tomorrow I would take the first steps down an exciting and scary road.