A Model Mother Part 6
One morning, Emily delighted in recalling the previous night's lewd acts and felt compelled to gratify herself once more. As she remembered the crude acts she carried out in front of her customers, the guilty pleasure of performing lewd acts on herself while they masturbated on her was deeply ingrained in her.
However, there was work to be done, so she cleaned up after her show and removed any remnants of the previous night's astonishing exploits.
When Shannon arrived, Emily greeted her merrily as she had an exciting proposition.
"Good morning, Shannon," Emily said affectionately. "You seem a bit worn out. I guess you're working around the clock with the twenty-four-hour supermarket."
"Yes, I wasn't home until late last night because I had a night shift, and now I'm back again by ten this morning."
"Perfect timing, then. Did you get a chance to check out the latest copy of "Shaven Havens" with me on the cover?"
"Absolutely! Wow, Emily. Your body is beyond gorgeous. I'm so envious of your breasts - they're absolutely perfect! It's like they hardly even need a bra, let alone your impressive physique."
Here, Emily was shown in the magazine, masturbating aggressively with a banana straining against the fabric of her shirt. At the time, she had a shining grin on her face.
"I saw it's been flying off the shelves. It's so nice to hear you think I look this great," she said proudly. "Now, about my predicament. I'm finding that I'm ready to step back a bit from the daily grind of managing the shop. I think I can pay for someone to manage it and still have a comfortable income."
"Oh! Sure, I'm listening. I like the idea of not having to work at the supermarket, but it means a lot to me career-wise. When is your bus?"
"I've got about 10 minutes now."
I glanced up at the shelf with the latest edition of the magazine and gave it a quick glance. "Hey, I know you have a new role coming up at the supermarket, but my place is very lucrative. I wish you could hop over here and discuss this."
"I'd love to help, of course, but I'm not sure switching to a shop job will be the best idea. I could manage it on top of my regular job, but it might not be the best route for me in the long term."
"It's not just a shop job, Shannon. When I think about moving away from this, I realize that I could hire a manager instead. There's good money to be had in the industry, and if you'd be interested, we could look at hiring you. Plus, you'll be helping out your boyfriend in the process."
"Wait, did you say you'd pay me?"
"Yep! I was thinking somewhere in the region of $20,000. I think you'd be great in that position and that it'd be a fair deal for both of us."
Shannon's eyes nearly popped from her head. It was quite a bit more than her current wage, after all.
"Are you really offering me a salary that is almost double my current one? I'm so grateful, Emily. I appreciate your kindness. But I'm not sure Stephen will be too happy, he's running his business but still has a long way to go. He thinks he's about to start earning more soon."
"I don't think you need to tell Stephen exactly how much I'll be offering you. I can understand that men can be a bit petty over these things. Just choose a number and let him believe that. You could easily put some money away to help you in the future if you wanted to, like a pension plan or savings account."
Overcome with excitement, Shannon found herself on the verge of tears as she came to terms with Emily's life-changing offer.
"Emily, this is just more than I could have ever dreamed of! You don't have to..."
"I'm going to pay you that amount, Shannon. And if you're good at your job, perhaps we can revisit this in six months and see if you'd like to go back to your job at the supermarket and renegotiate the salary."
"Actually, though, it would be a huge change. I don't think Stephen will take kindly to my making more than him. He's doing very well with his own business but thinks he might be ready to make significantly more soon."
"Shannon, you can keep the amount you're making private from Stephen if you want. It's just another option for you to consider. It's your future, I hope you find it fulfilling."
Shannon's joyful amazement was evident.
You're correct, I don't need to, but it'll benefit us both. Considering getting a manager, but discovering a competent one I can trust wasn't something I was looking forward to.
Tentatively, it's a "yes." However, I have to talk to Stephen, it's a significant change. Still, I can't see any cause not to. It seems incredible, thank you, Emily! That's my bus - I'll stop by tomorrow and inform you.
Emily had scheduled a doctor's appointment that afternoon. She remembered that fingering yourself with the lubrication of two young and fertile men's semen isn't a smart move if you want to avoid pregnancy. Fortunately, her cycle indicated it was highly improbable to be an issue this time. Eventually, she decided it would be wise to take the pill, which her doctor prescribed without hesitation.
A few nights later, she phoned Alan with her offer, claiming she'd offer him material, and he'd pay her a fair price. She had thoroughly enjoyed her time at the local camera club and sensed several participants interested in capturing more images.
Alongside that, Emily felt thrilled about exposing herself to so many more onlookers. A few men had even volunteered to document Emily's official photos. Therefore, everyone was content, aside from Alan, who felt uneasy about the situation as he'd been receiving a fantastic deal. Nevertheless, he didn't have many options and accepted without a fuss. It wasn't a terrible deal; Emily would sign all rights to her photos over to him, and he'd continue generating a considerable income.
A week had passed before her next shoot with the camera club. Upon arrival, Emily realized the studio area was more cramped than before.
"Is it just me or are there more of you tonight?" she asked while Anne applied her makeup.
"Yes, sorry," Will replied nervously. "Word spread, we have some new members and a few who've returned. I hope you don't mind?"
"No problem," Emily answered pleasantly. "More people, more pictures, right?" It also meant more eyes on her body, she thought excitedly. Observing fifteen men in attendance tonight, she identified some of the newcomers, recognizing a significant portion of the city's male population.
A crate of beer was on a table, and many lads were gulping down bottles. This made the environment more relaxed than the first time, which Emily liked.
"Can you pass me one?" she asked, indicating the beer crate, and she quickly had one in her hand.
The previous shoot was enjoyable, but it was subdued according to her tastes. Emily accelerated the proceedings this time, not waiting for direction. Instead, her poses swiftly transitioned from tasteful to sexually suggestive to graphic and explicit.
More people seemed to boost her confidence. She enthralled the lenses, one at a time. After stripping out of her sexy secretary-style garb, Emily intentionally assumed promiscuous poses. Her hand was either between her legs or squeezing a breast toward the camera in most of the photos.
Scanning the room at all the eyes on her, she noted some men without cameras, simply there to witness her performance. This appealed to Emily, even though her 'more people, more pictures' thought wasn't accurate.
Following around an hour of this and a couple of costume shifts, it was too much for her. Ignoring one of the new members' request to hide her vagina for a sensual tease shot, she instead circled her clit with her middle finger. There was no instruction, incident, or request; she simply began playing with herself.
I'm doing it! She announced to herself gleefully. She'd been desiring eight pairs of eyes observing her perform this act since the previous encounter. With almost double this number present, her excitement was doubled.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it," she admitted playfully. "This is driving me absolutely wild!"
Certain men viewed their cameras as an optional accessory and only watched as Emily masturbated for the crowd. Some continued clicking away, capturing her in the act.
"I'm such a naughty girl, have I not?" she gasped. "I just can't wait to return home!"
She had rehearsed these words, even practiced them in front of a mirror. She wanted everyone to grasp her passion for sexual freedom and the exhilaration of expressing what only a few women dared to express.
Emily lay back on the bed, completely bare except for blue heels which she tried to remove several times but was persuaded to keep by the men. She locked her eyes on one guy at a time and raised herself up on her heels, balancing on one elbow while jutting her bare crotch towards each lens.
She alternated between rubbing her wet finger on her clit and using her fingers to slip inside, mesmerizing each man in turn. As they fell under her spell, her pleasure amplified. She enjoyed the sound of camera shutters picking up speed as she posed for them.
"Damn, I absolutely love this," she sighed as her orgasm began. "Having all these men watching me climax for them. FUCK!"
There were no words after that, just moans and an obscene squelching as Emily fingered herself to a shuddering climax, then laid back for a moment to catch her breath after the pleasure settled somewhat. She could still hear the camera shutters going, and reached down with both hands to spread her pussy open so they could record her post-orgasmic vagina.
Coming back to reality, she sat up with a smile and flushed cheeks.
"Wow! I'm sorry, I just got a bit carried away there," she said with a sheepish look. "As you can tell, I really enjoy my job sometimes!"
She suddenly felt the urge for a naked man, a hard dick. She scanned the room; finding fifteen guys, all with her favorite plaything between them and her.
This moment felt pivotal. She had just brought herself off in front of all these men. She could see at least five or six sporting noticeable erections. She had her legs spread open, with all eyes on her body. She craved the taste of cum, which she had come to associate with her happiest times.
Holy shit! She thought to herself. Despite the intense resolve, she resisted the urge to reach out and touch each of these crotches, releasing cocks, and experiencing the consequences. Instead, she would just focus on feeling something inside.
Finishing her beer, she sensually licks the neck of the bottle. The clicks filled the silence. She deliberately held the bottle between her breasts and licked the tip, the firmness of her breasts keeping it in position.
The men in the room were on the edge. They would have remembered if they had been at the pub near the engagement party earlier about Emily's willingness to fulfill their wishes.
Emily felt the cold glass and it took her back to the memory of that night. She'd felt so deliciously dirty, so entirely shameless, inserting the beer bottle inside her for her own pleasure and the pleasure of three men. Now, with fifteen guys and one woman, Will's wife Anne, observing her every move.
The sound of the cameras dimmed temporarily, and Emily heard grunts, gasps, and inhalations. She slowly moved the bottle inside, and it was now almost entirely tucked away. Her lips took in the bottle, the neck jutting out obscenely.
Without her hand guiding it, the bottle slipped in on its own. Emily didn't rush this, relishing this perfect moment. As the cameras captured every detail, she fucked herself with the bottle.
"Oh, this feels amazing!" she breathlessly said. "I hope it looks as awe-inspiring as it feels!"
Resembling her past, she rotated the bottle and pushed the thicker end inside. Gradually deepening its insertion, it was almost fully inserted. Her labia hugged the bottle, the neck protruding obscenely.
Leaving her hand behind, she remained like this for a few moments, enjoying the sight of herself with the camera hoping for great shots.
"I'll bet you can see right up inside me, can you?" she teased. "This feels so fucking hot. Grab plenty of pictures!"
Despite their multiple vantage points, the men zoomed in their lenses, some almost touching the bottle before stepping back to allow others to gain their own unique angles. Emily smiled at any camera she saw pointed at her. Additionally, she smiled at the men behind the cameras, gathered close to the bottle.
The arrival of newcomers who inadvertently joined as onlookers made the situation even more enticing. Emily was brimming at the heightened need for release. The best part of this was yet to come.
"Bloody hell, I'm such a filthy woman!" she complimented herself. "Are you turned on by how naughty I can be? Am I driving you wild?"
She spoke to everyone in the room. Emily desired every erection, craved men to desire and lust after her. And she yearned for genuine appreciation. A warmth, wetness, and saltiness that bathed her exposed body. Appreciation that emanated from a solid, hard dick.
This wasn't her intention for the evening. She'd planned to advance things tonight, but jerking off for the crowd was as far as she'd anticipated. But now, amidst aroused men, at the precipice of a second orgasm caused by a glass bottle tapping concisely in her drenched hole, she had to at least see a penis.
Scanning the crowd, her pupils rested upon one of the onlookers. She could have chosen him because of his good looks, or his more youthful age than most of the crowd. It could've been the significant bulge in his slacks.
But no, it was merely because he was the first man she made eye contact with. Extending an arm, she beckoned him toward her with a curling finger.
Like a zombie, he obeyed. As soon as he was near, Emily's hand rushed to the iron rod in his trousers. Shutters stopped for a moment, as the room attempted to come to terms with what was happening. The cock was liberated, and Emily snatched it triumphantly. It was a fine one, she mused. But then, she couldn't recall disliking any, and the number increasing nearly daily left her unsurprised.
Still clutching the first, Emily's gaze shifted to her right. Besides him, there was another one barely a metre away.
"You too," she said, innocent and welcoming, her hand expectantly outstretched.
The images of that moment would remain her favourite for years. Lying spread-eagled on the bed, the bottle comfortably lodged inside her tight, wet pussy, she clutched two stiff dicks and beamed into the numerous lenses.
In an instant, the sound of the camera shutters resumed. Emily felt like a celebrity — a very slutty one, but the noise triggered memories of paparazzi. Putting her best camera face on, she held these enticing tools with a sense of achievement and pride, revelling in her transformation. She'd intended to build up to this moment over weeks, maybe even months. But no, she couldn't wait that long.
Relinquishing the dicks and disregarding the spunk deposited by their previous encounter, she reached for the bottle again. Easing it out and quickly and gratefully reinserting it, she clenched it firmly, smiling into the various photographs.
"Wank over me," Emily requested, quietly but assertively; she stared at the cocks hovering just above and to her left and right. "Give me your cum — all of it!"
Her concentration focused inward as her orgasm approached. Her eyes struggled to stay open as the pleasure mounted, yet she forced them to, refusing to miss the sight of the guys touching themselves for her. She watched the people's admiring gazes, keeping her eyes trained on the stiff members hovering above her.
Eyes and cameras fixated on her naked body. A glass bottle stretched her cunt, in danger of disappearing within her. And two prime, hard dicks were jerking furiously. Emily was in bliss.
"Oh Christ, this is so incredibly sexy!" she whispered, her climax bearing down on her. "Wank over me! Drench this filthy little whore with your semen!"
Both men initiated their climaxes almost in unison. Firing arcs of sperm from either side of Emily, they threw their heads back. Smiling and grinning in delight, her head turned left and right, accepting their payments. Splashes of cum coated her head, shoulder, and each breast. With every trickle that settled on her, the speed and vigor of the bottle plunging into her burning cunt increased.
She approached the edge of consciousness. Her orgasm felt like it might overtake her, so powerful was it. As her senses returned, she was happy to witness the cameras continuing to click. She couldn't wait to see the results of their efforts.
Withdrawing the bottle from her throbbing sweetness, she smiled and pouted into the lens amidst her vagina's desperate throbbing. Hearing a maddening slapping sound beside her, she turned and was met with another expansive, erect dick. This one was unforeseen, but equally welcome as her previous encounters.
"Hello, my dear!" she playfully exclaimed, looking up at the owner. The bright studio light illuminated her eyes, dazzling her, but he had a magnificent dick.
Hey, check this out! She started, but got as far as "Well, isn't this a nice..." and then - bam! A stream of semen hit her directly in the eye. Followed by another one that kinda slapped her top lip, sending some of it up her nose and into her mouth. You could say it was a tad uncomfortable for her, but she wasn't one to back down easily. So, she held her ground.
But guess what? The party wasn't over yet. These guys had some more where that came from. Round after round of dudes shot at her face, blinding her in the other eye and stuffing up her other nostril with all that jizz. When they did that, her mouth had to open to breathe. And that's when she nearly got drowned by a giant load that shot right into her throat. She tried to, but couldn't hold it back. So, her mouth opened wide and she got... swallowed.
It seemed like the shoot was getting intense, and she was really feeling it. The hits never stopped, with the dudes now blasting her forehead and eyes shut. But she just couldn't turn away - she wanted to see all of it on the photos these guys were still snapping away at.
Then, after what felt like eons, things slowed down a bit. So, she managed to open one eye.
"Holy shit! I didn't think that was enough for one man!" she chuckled, taking in the three limp dicks she was staring at. Two more had joined the party while she was blinded by the first, and each one had not only continued that sweet spurtin' action... but HOLY SHIT! This was like, not even human-level amounts of semen they were sure didn't shoot at her!
She couldn't help chuckle, "You filthy effin' perverts!" Fun as that was, there was one more shooter sneakin' up on her. With her head twisted to one side, she was trying to see where all that jizz came from. When she did, she got scared for a second before noticing a rascal standin' between her wide-open legs.
He'd been so busy jerkin' off looking at her spread eagle, ready-to-seize pussy and the sheer joy on Emily's face with all this jizz and her mind-blowing reaction to it all that he just HAD to put his sperm where she's at.
Emily got in shock seeing him stand between her thighs with his dick pointed right at her super sexy pussy. It was still a little dilated from the bottle stretch we talked about earlier. The new interloper was jerky wankin' away at this marvellous sight - her shaven, huge-slit pussy being all spread and basically saying "Come give me a go!"
So, without thinkin' too much about it, she gasped as she felt his sperm retreat slowly into his body before it landed with a wet plop smack in her pussy. So, his next squirt hit her in the pubis probably, like where her clit is located.
Damn! It felt like a violation, but come on, she was the one who asked for THAT much jizz all over her face and mouth! And on top of that, it was gonna make for some insanely hot pictures so she shut up, spread her legs wide, and gave that cummeister a target for the rest of his load.
The end was amazing - she was slippin' her coat over her body covered in oozing jizz and leavin' the set, sayin' thank you to all for helpin' her complete this gnarly porn-star dream of hers. And do you know what? They'll definitely be doing another shoot in a week's time! Shoot 'em all!
On a serious note, Emily just loved the feelin' of chattin' with her legs spread open, but this time, her beautiful pussy was decorated with a golden gooey mess some men put in it. And yeah, some of it actually oozed out of her.
She made it home without tempting any more men to release themselves for the week. Casting her coat aside, she resolved to take it to the cleaners tomorrow. Eager to study herself, she rushed to the floor-length mirror. The sight stopped her breath.
Her flawless makeup had been ruined, coated with numerous loads of cum that Emily had earned. Much had dripped down the sidewalk or been soaked into her coat. What remained, she licked with curiosity.
The taste still pleased her, she decided. Would she ever tire of it? During those moments when she nearly drowned from three heavy cocks within her, she considered it might be her final act. Her only thought was: 'What an extraordinary way to go!'
However, there was a significant matter to resolve. As she glimpsed the figure standing between her thighs, clutching a thick, hard shaft only inches from her aching, damp vagina, she assumed he would violate her.
"Violated." She repeated it aloud to her reflection. "Violated in my wet pussy!" While buddies referred to sex as "nookie," "bonking," "shagging," "making love," Emily did not seek these bedfellows. Emily yearned for something different.
"Likely," she murmured, "I'll be violated on camera. Perhaps when another cock fills my mouth, or men breathing on me, covering me in semen, so I resemble this."
The excitement of discussing it out loud thrilled her. Emily was convinced now of the amiss nature of her desires. Yet, the deviance appealed to her. She had no desire to be 'right' again.
Although her disarrayed, soiled body excited her, personal hygiene urged her to disrobe. She yearned to reflect on the current state of her body in the morning, but refrained because she'd wished to clean the sheets. She filled the tub with hot water.
Throughout her scrubbing, thoughts of her future desires flourished. She'd conquered this urge, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist. Two weeks ago, Graham was seconds from penetrating her. She needed to comprehend her developing thoughts.
She acknowledged the truth that had been nagging at the back of her mind but had not been willing to acknowledge it, revealing the path she must take.
"I've been reassuring myself that I avoid becoming connected to a man for fear he would love me. But that's not valid. I've been withholding because I'm afraid of falling in love with the first man to fuck me. I have before, both Mike and Pavel. A little, anyway."
She remembered the excitement. Her heart raced. Could she embrace the sexual thrill of sharing men without impeding her affection? Her gaze fixed on the future.
"I can't possibly fall in love with more than one man. Consequently, I will indulge in sex, but only when there's another and then another man standing by."
Emily committed these thoughts to memory and settled for the night, fucking herself with her favorite dildo.
On the third day, guests arrived carrying their contributions for Emily. There were nine members of the camera club who meticulously documented her previous modeling session. Emily welcomed each guest like a long-approached confidant.
Shannon accompanied Emily and had immersed herself in the tasks covering the shop for a week now. Emily appreciated her rapid progress, as she managed the ordering system and opened up herself at weekends.
That day, an unidentified gentleman arrived with a package for Emily. Shannon did not recognize him. She observed the transfer with disbelief. It seemed illicit. Emily carried it into the office. It was a time of anticipation.
"What's that?" she inquired casually. Emily hid the envelope in the office. Emily craved to explore its contents.
"Nothing," she replied evasively, her face and tone displaying the event was crucial. Shannon noted the deceit.
Emily was having a tough time with her situation. Deep down, she knew her son's happiness was connected to his relationship with her new store manager. At the same time, she thought her son would dislike her recent activities.
On the contrary, Shannon was excited about Emily's new profession. And Emily really needed someone to confide in about her recent doings.
"Well, you could say that..." Emily responded. That might be enough for her, but it wasn't.
"What else could you say?" Shannon asked. "I won't tell anyone."
"It's not 'anyone' I'm worried about. It's Stephen. I know how hard it was for you to keep things from him before."
"But he knows now, so what's the issue?"
"He knows what I was doing. But not what I did the other day... I've said too much already. This isn't something you'd want to know."
Shannon couldn't have been more wrong. She was desperate to find out what Emily was hiding. In fact, she already had a rough idea of its contents. But the fact that Emily was trying to keep it secret from her made it more intriguing.
This was a woman who was openly displaying pictures of her inserting fruit into herself with her new manager. Shannon wondered what these new pictures would show.
"Please tell me, for goodness' sake! I won't tell Stephen!"
Emily knew she would eventually reveal the secret. It was impossible for her not to show her the photos.
Instead of discussing it, she handed the package of photos to Shannon, who pulled out the large stack of photos. The first photos were familiar, nothing new. Shannon browsed with interest, but with no great surprise.
"Wow, these are really high-quality! They're from the camera club, right? You look great in them! I'm not sure if it's the lighting or the makeup or whatever, but they look very professional!"
Shannon was right. The photos were of higher quality than Alan had provided. Emily's decision to replace Alan with the camera club members was justified for both professional and entertainment purposes.
The photos depicted Emily pouring a bottle and, after some teasing, inserting it into herself. Shannon figured this was the reason for Emily's nervousness.
"This isn't that shocking. Stephen may not like it, but I was there with him when he saw a whole set of you pushing vegetables up yourself. It's not like..."
Shannon stopped abruptly when she came across the next picture. Emily was demonstrating a large, erect penis in each hand. Shannon was taken aback by the expression on Emily's face. She turned to the next photo.
Emily had never seen these photos before, and they were better than she'd anticipated. Part of her wished Shannon wasn't there so she could enjoy the experience with her anus stretched out by that smooth, cold plug and the wonderful vibrator's humming.
But Emily also enjoyed watching Shannon's disbelief as she saw her behaving inappropriately. So, her gaze switched between the incredible images and the awestruck expression on Shannon's face.
Rather than provide any justification or explanation, Emily stayed quiet, letting the pictures do the talking. Shannon continued to flip through the photos silently. Emily was in the middle of climaxing on camera. The two people either side of her were frantically jerking off, close to her lovely, well-groomed face.
Emily recognized the moment of impending climax. She announced while somewhat subdued, "This is the best part!"
"Should I go on?" Inquired Shannon. It seemed like a heartfelt question. Generally speaking, what follows two men masturbating over a nude woman is what they're up to. The whole encounter felt, to Shannon, illicit, secretive, and likely unlawful.
Even in 1994, Shannon had heard of people getting arrested for handling indecent materials. She was confident that what was about to show up would be classified as even more indecent than what had preceded it.
"I believe you should," Emily replied with a grin. Shannon's inquisitiveness would overcome any other emotion in the end, and Emily was eager to see what was next from the other side of the camera.
The next picture was exquisite art, thought Emily. Frozen in time by the camera's flash, there were two thick, sparkling strands, shining in the lights, flying only Emily's cheeks apart.
Emily's face, as well as the rope of semen on either side of it,occupied the entire image. The expression looking back at them was one of pure joy, pleasure. This was undoubtedly a woman fully dedicated to her line of work and happy about it. Shannon seemed intrigued. Shannon spent some time looking at this picture before moving on.
If the first picture was art, Emily couldn't label the following the same.The recordings were just as meticulous, no question. But the content was pure smut. Emily looked forward to taking her time to genuinely appreciate the sight of herself performing everything she recalled.
For a significant portion of the time when she had been the one receiving, she could not see a thing, her eyes were also covered along with the rest of her face. But the camera had been continuously recording all the incredible details of the semen being deposited over her face, hair, neck, shoulders, and chest with reckless abandon.
Emily observed a massive strand being pumped into her open mouth, and understood the moment when she was genuinely concerned that she was about to be smothered in cum. That her mouth remained open and continued toreceive the contents of four very full sets of balls was something she was very proud of. It made for some breathtaking footage.
The pictures also provided Emily with the chance to see who their contribution to her that night was. This was intriguing, as she had been rather stoned when they'd introduced themselves to her afterward and was predominantly blind from the cum in her eyes. Now,she had the opportunity to study the faces of the ones who had granted a very bold and messy tribute to her. She planned to thank them the next time she saw them.
The camera had known long before Emily did - the guy who wasflirting with shoving his entire girth into her lightening speed. Shannon believedhe'd been standing there, masturbating over her spread, hairy pussy, for much of the time the other guys were focusing on her face. There was a remarkable moment when the shock on Emily's semen-stained face was stamped in her memory as she turned and saw this domineering cock a few inches from her vagina.
Looking back at the scene now, Emily imagined he was snaking it in her. Since these pictures had been taken, she had a resolution to be fucked, and this was so close. However, the second prize, a thick payload that spurted inside and all over her bare pussy, adding to the five loads she sported with pride, was a pretty decent catch.
Shannon had accumulated the pictures as she browsed through them,putting them in reverse order. The last few Emily discovered were almost the most exciting. She was simply leaned back on a stack of pillows, comfortable, smiling and casually chatting to the group, legs apart, and with the residuals from five sets of balls shimmering across her.
Shannon gazed at this girl, now her boss, and soon to be her mother-in-law. Shannon was a little taken aback by what Emily had done previously, but this was another level. Emily gave off no sign of uncertainty or shame, even while Shannon was witnessing her. Shannon couldn't quite comprehend what she was feeling.
"Emily, this is...uh... I... What are you going to do with these shots? Is this even legal?"
This was, Emily thought, a crucial question.
"I hadn't really considered it, honestly. I mean, this was only a few days ago. I hadn't planned it. But, yeah, you're right. This stuff could put me behind bars, couldn't it?"
There was no sign of anxiety in her response - Shannon suspectedgetting arrested for lewd acts or whatever law covered Emily's actions would be a badge of honor, depending on how she had behaved lately.
"Wow, Shannon, it truly is. It's more than just okay. It's simply fabulous.I was so prepared for it. You could feel it as much as I could. I had both my hands full, and they were in demand. Do you seriously believe it's acceptable to take off your clothes and display your body for a purpose of arousing a large number of males in the room, please two of them to ejaculate, and expect the others to just stay calm?" They provided her with what she needed.
Shannon hesitated for a moment but couldn't come up with an objection. It's hard to criticize someone for being taken advantage of if they evidently desired it above all else.
Shannon thought she should be offended. In the same way she thought she should feel repulsed when finding out Emily was stripping naked, when she saw Emily cramming produce into herself in front of a group.
Similarly, when Shannon walked in on Emily satisfying herself with a bottle and entertaining a small crowd of spectators.
Equally, when Emily told her about how she enjoyed attracting strangers back to the store to masturbate on her - including her own brother, Richard!
But, similar to the other major shocks, initial horror was soon followed by bewilderment, then appreciation. Emily was unstoppable, she'd crafted a perfect, filthy niche for herself that allowed her to execute whatever she wanted.
Beyond appreciation, Shannon realized she was experiencing envy. And, the escalating wetness between her legs gave an indication that she was also aroused.
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