Transgressors Abound, Still in Chapter 4
Emma leaned in, whispering to me while maintaining her intense gaze:
"I met Helmut at our company's Christmas party, at his family's construction firm known as The Master Builder. I'd been working there for two years as their only office worker. Helmut was a Diplomatic Engineer, working for a large international construction company, but was home on a short break.
"Once I managed to catch his attention, it was his undeniable manliness that fascinated me the most. He knew from the moment he noticed me that I was his for the taking.
"At the time, I wasn't a virgin nor timid in bed. However, when he took me - right at the party, before it even ended - up to his room, undressed me without asking, and then violently fucked me without any foreplay, I transformed into a submissive, blubbering, gushing mess. I belonged to him, just like I saw my sister Kate become his years later.
"We found our favorite dresses at a small boutique filled with modernized versions of traditional Middle Eastern dresses from local seamstresses.
"The shopkeeper, a stunning Egyptian woman, noticed my interest in one particular slim, tube-like caftan. Although it resembled traditional clothes that covered the body from neck to ankles, this caftan was made of a feather-light, possibly form-fitting, I assumed, fabric.
"The shopkeeper appreciated my interest and invited Helmut to let me try it on. He agreed, and she led me to the back.
"After taking off my bra, the shopkeeper determined I wore sheer panties. She disapproved and brought me to the window to show Helmut like a display figure. Then she returned me to him, still hidden behind the fabric.
"Helmut stared at me in complete surprise. As I turned around to show off my body, he grinned and revealed that he wanted to buy it for me.
"When I returned to our apartment, I changed back into my original clothes. The shopkeeper packed my dress and presented it to Helmut, saying that the four he ordered would arrive in five days.
"Once I had changed out of my dress and rejoined Helmut in the shop, he asked me to wear it again while being completely naked underneath. Eager to please, I obliged.
"Throughout the evening, Helmut's eyes followed me as I went about my usual tasks. I loved the attention and tried to move seductively, revealing my breasts and butt. I was slightly disappointed that the dress showed only minor nipple bulges.
"At dusk, Helmut couldn't wait any longer.
"I managed to dodge his grasp and pull the dress off my body, saving it from being torn. Then he took me - on the floor, on the couch, and finally against the window sill. Our apartment was on the third floor, and my breasts smashed against the window. He possessed me, climaxing repeatedly in an uncontrollable, animalistic rage as he always had before."
As Emma spoke, she sunk back onto a large cushion. Her dress might have been torn apart, revealing her outfit underneath. When she saw me noticing, she smirked.
She licked her lips and aded:
"So, you see, Tom, this special dress I'm wearing right now has been associated with incredible sex since its first use. But I didn't know the Egyptian woman in the shop had given Helmut a special preview.
"Helmut, wanting to keep me in the dark, arranged for me to wear it again the following day, hiding me from myself.
"The next afternoon, as the sun shone through the living room's window, Helmut asked me to undress and put on the dress. Flattered, I thought he wanted to photograph me, so I happily complied.
"While I disrobed and slipped into the caftan as requested, Helmut moved the large dressing mirror to the other side of the wall, facing the open window. But there was no camera present.
He took my hand and led me to the window. For a moment, I thought he would have sex with me once more, this time leaning out. But instead, he asked me to glance behind me, back at the mirror; without turning.
I complied and was astounded by what I witnessed. My bare backside, bathed in a gentle yellow light, was strikingly sensual in the mirror. My curvaceous figure and the prominent cleft between my legs were striking.
Realization struck me instantly. This see-through dress enhanced my silhouette, making my voluptuous behind and the cleft between my thighs unsettlingly seductive.
When Helmut turned me to face the mirror, I realized what had driven him the previous night. The prominence of my erect nipples and the triangle of my bush against my sinuous gleaming body had made me enticingly lewd.
Consequently, as I began to move, sensually twisting my body, a lustful thought struck me: In this oriental dress, I was an alluring, fuckable slut!
Emma paused, waiting for my reaction, and continued:
"I soon learned how fuckable I was. As excitement built and grew through my posing and twisting in front of the mirror, it culminated in us tumbling on the floor, and Helmut utilizing me for his own pleasure once again.
"Afterward, Helmut, as always composed, relayed that he wanted me to don one of these dresses for parties at home and during outings. He expressed his desire for attendees to gaze upon my elegant figure shrouded in the dress, but also witness my nakedness as I moved around or stood briefly in the light.
"He suggested that this would arouse sexual desire in men, who would covertly become hard-on and lustful at the sight of me, and teach the women a lesson - that compared to my elegantly sneaky nudity, their dull and plain selves were unattractive."
Then, uncharacteristically, he kissed my nipples, my stomach, and my pubic area through the transparent fabric.
"Despite my resistance to his demands, I couldn't resist the excitement. The possibility of teasing and enticing strangers turned me on.
"As my sexual self-confidence grew and I became more meticulous in adhering to the rules of the game, I was more mindful of the source and direction of light. I discovered how and where to move and stand to best highlight my features and attract attention.
"During this early period, my most profound sexual pleasure stemmed not from the arousal or jealousy I inspired in strangers, but from Helmut's obsessive watching of me. This made me think that he desired me because of my sex appeal rather than his power over me.
"However, as his behaviour increasingly manifested a controlling, punitive nature, I began to reconsider his motivation. Perhaps it wasn't my sex appeal that captivated him but his ability to control and manipulate me.
"One evening, after some reflection, I decided to test my theory. My eventual goal was to have the upper hand.
"It was during a summer stay in Val d'Isère - where Helmut's firm had a significant contract for a ski-lift project - that he invited me to a dinner with other executives involved in the project. With a quirky grin, he requested that I wear the dress.
"Though I felt I was his possession, I was not yet fully in open revolt. I acquiesced to his desire to exhibit me.
"Upon arriving at the restaurant, I was wearing a broad coat, shielding me from the light. I chose our seats, carefully picking a dark-walled location away from the restaurant's intense lighting.
"During dinner, I was insignificant, receiving little attention from the men. However, as the drinks encouraged them to focus more on their work, they overlooked me.
"When the party concluded, I disclosed to Helmut that I required a visit to the restroom. The wide entrance to the restaurant was brightly illuminated from the corridors leading outside.
"As I stepped, swaying my behind, into the light of the doorway, I thought I felt the eager gazes of many men on me.
"And even more so when - in complete silence - I strolled back to our table.
"There, Helmut helped me into my coat. Back in our apartment, he did not strike or have sex with me. Instead, he remained on the sofa, visibly annoyed and intoxicated."
Emma stopped speaking. Recalling the incident, she undressed herself. Taking hold of me, she asked, "Was I a slut for revealing myself to all these strangers in the restaurant... naked... just as you're seeing me now?"
Without awaiting a reply, she said, "Was I a slut for craving their desire, how you've sought me all night... how you yearn for me now?"
Emma couldn't help but giggle as she undid my dress. One hand was on my growing penis. She rolled over and guided it, sensually slowly, past her smooching lips and provocatively flicking tongue deep into her sex-starved mouth. And her body shifted and bucked to present her boobs, her pussy, her ass to my hands.
We continued these unspeakably creative and unrestrained acts of love for over an hour.
As promised, Emma's mouth on my penis along with her hands on my legs was initially rather gentle in expressing the pleasure of pleasing me. However, as my hands and digits shed their last inhibitions, her mouth allowed me to feel her mounting and at times peaking arousal.
My right hand was inexplicably drawn to Emma's irresistibly desire-provoking ass. As I started to knead her smoothly shaking buttocks, my fingers slipped, unintentionally, into her tightly shut crack. Parting slightly, it beckoned me to trace my fingers, their tips and nails, up and down Emma's now quivering slit. Every time my fingers brushed the puckering rosette, I hesitated, almost stopped.
Should I have? Were Emma's nails digging into my buttocks and her guttural moans as her teeth approached my penis warning me off?
Her body responded: as I had raised my fingers for their forbidden journey along her vulnerable cleft, Emma spread her thighs subtly and tentatively. With a provocative twist of her hips, she snatched my extended fingers up into her grasping pussy, which clenched and unclenched with fierce passion.
It began a sensuous dance between my naughty exploring fingers and Emma's passionate mouth. In the beginning, my two fingers withdrew just to caress the now aroused opening of her cunt - which my tongue was intimately familiar with - into a twitching, fuck-craving state. Only then would I push my fingers, inch by inch, deeper into her extremely eager, dripping cunt.
Emma's wet, enthusiastic mouth continued to thrust deeper and deeper on my penis while her fingers gripped my buttocks. This told me how much Emma was enjoying the lascivious play of my fingers. After a lengthy period of caressing her inflamed pussy into a furious state, I withdrew a few trembling fingers. Then, I falteringly moved them up to her taboo ass's opening and just feather-lightly pushed.
Emma became unhinged. Abandoning my pecker, she let out ominous howls and jerked her ass out of reach. But then she grabbed my cock and thrust it into her mouth while pushing her bodacious ass and hot pussy together. She urged breathlessly, "Go on, Tom, caress me! I adore what your fingers are doing... to my pussy... and to my ass!"
I'm not sure if she meant this as an order, but as my fingers reentered the watery depths of her forbidden love hole, they made circles and then pressed on Emma's clit and her reluctant ass in alternating rhythm. Emma's arousal grew so high that her teeth threatened my genitals below while her fingers also intruded into my buttocks.
Over the subsequent intervals of breathtaking passion and frustration, my fingers aroused Emma's clit and her rebellious ass - hesitantly at first and then with wild abandon - until her body literally slammed her teeth down on my penis. When I had inserted another millimeter into the warmth of her anus, not only did her teeth grind more fiercely on my cock's helmet but her figure had inserted her enthusiastic digit into my backside.
In a shock, I raised Emma up. She tossed her body on top of me and gasped:
"Am I not to be as randy as you, Tom? I want to straddle you now... I want to fuck your deliciously hard prick. And I want you to look at me, yes, touch me,... celebrate with me how much my tits, my cunt, my ass turn you on."
Her mouth locked on to mine for an expressive, deeply passionate kiss while she put her leg over me and maneuvered my penis into her steaming-hot, wet vulva. Still kissing and roaring into my mouth, she rubbed my cock's tip over her treasure chest before she took it, for a wicked, tantalizing caress, to her taboo entrance.
I shivered involuntarily.
But then, she took it back to her cunt. Sitting up, Emma threw her head back with a savage cry and impaled herself on my rigid, throbbing shaft. With each writhing inch of our erotic dance, her erect nipples rubbed against my chest... and her whole body breathed in time with the heavy in-and-out of my penis sliding in and out of her damp, steamy pussy. I couldn't help but stare with lust-filled eyes at her face contorted with desire as I pinched and rubbed her delightfully sensitive nipples between my thumb and finger into shining hard points.
Later on, Emma opted for a change. She slipped back and laid her palms on my knees. Her stunning breasts had slipped from my clutch and elevated magnificently as free, radiant displays.
Nevertheless, when Emma whispered, "Look, Tom, look!", she wasn't referring to her breasts but to her now pushed-forward, extensive crotch. I could observe her having sex with me, as her cunt almost lifted from my cock before slamming it down again and again.
Gazing at her sparkling quim and engorged clit, and listening to Emma's gasps and whispers as she slid her cunt onto my cock was so appealing to me that merely watching was no longer sufficient. My hand ascended to her pussy, while the other entered her ass's crevice.
"Touch me, Tom! Yes, touch me!" she begged. "Make love to my scorching for you pussy, yes,... and my ass!"
Unexpectedly, incorporating the play of my fingers alongside the carnal manner in which she humped me, prompted Emma into a frenzied orgasm. She thrust herself forward, collision my lips with hers. With my cock still submerged in her cunt, her cunt heaved in wave after wave of spasms. It almost brought me to my knees.
Regaining composure following a few moments in a snug embrace, Emma erupted into laughter:
"Goodness, Tom, what are you doing to me? I've never climaxed so quickly in my life. Not with any man. Your gaze alone can send me into rapture."
She pulled me in for a ravenous kiss and a smoldering wriggle against my still-engorged cock:
"I hope you don't climax as swiftly as I did. Thank goodness; you're still firm!"
Emma grinned mischievously, debated a second, and then whispered:
"I've been selfish being first. Now it's your turn to have sex with me. How do you prefer to make love? Let me know... Missionary?... Doggystyle?... Sideways?... Standing up? All of them, I know, will be amazing with you internalizing-me!... I'm ready, Tom!... I'll come again and again!"
In contrast to me, Emma understood the most sexually stimulating method to have intercourse if one desired, like her, to progress from the recently experienced high to a new apex of pleasure.
Smirking playfully, she turned over sideways, freeing me from a hesitant response and a new, fumbling commencement.
My body, along with my cock still ensconced, naturally aligned with hers. Upon noticing this, my hand slid under her armpit and captured her leg. Peering down, my slick shaft was still halfway inside her sheath. Arranging her leg to her chin, now I thrust my cock deep into her as I initiated a serious lovemaking session.
For the first time in my life, in tandem with the repeated chorus of "Yes!...Yes!... Yes!" I heard the delectable love song, the squelch of a famished, more-and-more cum-coated cunt. When I released my grip on her leg and it dropped, Emma began reciprocating my slow thrusts with a grinding push. I could now lean over Emma's fervor-filled face and breathe into her lust-filled mouth.
We held nothing back. We participated in fervent kisses, frequently interrupted by my right hand, which then roamed over Emma's unclothed body. And she arched her exquisite tits into my insatiable grasp or ground her heated quim against my fingers as my thumb teased her clit and an active finger joined my cock in discovering the warmly throbbing fabric of her sheath.
As I reached my limit, I shouted out a final notice, but before I could withdraw, Emma pulled me in for a tempestuous kiss. Instantly, my finger and joystick in her sheath were sucked into her whirlwind orgasm.
And as I discharged and discharged into her, her matching spasms appeared to milk me dry.
We remained embraced in quiet contentment for an extended period. Eventually, Emma separated from me, positioned herself on her knees, and extended the terry cloth of her gown to me. She caressed herself gently, sliding it between her thighs and drying her sex.
She then provided the gown to me and said, "Come, Tom, don't be embarrassed. Let me dry you."
She chuckled and nodded at the enormous wet patch on -- my -- blue dressing gown on which we had had sex:
"I may preserve this unwashed... as a keepsake of your visit."
It's getting late, Tom. People might think it's odd you're back so late from dinner with your cousin. Can you imagine the rumors that would spread if they knew... We need to be cautious about our meetings, like tonight. And you want to, Tom... don't you?
I echoed her words, expressing how incredible, how stunning, how sensually alluring she was, how much I yearned for her, and how she'd made me feel like the most fortunate man alive. I acknowledged that we needed to maintain our secret relationship, especially from our family. I wished we weren't cousins.
But as I collected my scattered clothes strewn across the diwan, I shared the forbidden truth in a sudden outpour of sincerity: the fact that us being cousins arouses me.
I confessed, and glanced at Emma. Naked and unashamed, she grinned and said:
"Being so closely linked to you heightens our sexual experiences!... It's an exquisite enjoyment of sex for the sake of sex! We cousins - you, me, and even Kate - are drawn to each other for a purpose.... Do you find it sinful?... For me, it's a blessing!"
Although I didn't recognize the meaning at the time, I nodded my approval.
Dressed and ready to leave, Emma led me towards the door, parading her beauty with her naked body. In the blackened corridor, we shared a long sensual kiss. I could feel her hand on my face, compelling my face towards her. My fingers gripped her quickening buttocks as her wet pussy rubbed against my stiffening cock.
Gasping with passion, Emma whispered:
"Call me whenever you're near a phone booth.... I'd adore hearing your voice, relaying how much and why you miss me, Tom.... We could engage in steamy sex talks that will inspire us to think of ways to meet once more to indulge in passion-filled, passionate love!... But for now, go before I pull you back to bed!"
She unlocked the door and, laughing, pushed me outside into the dark.
