I knew that my little minx Emma was angry with me. She had heard about my session with Tara, and she was feeling most put out.

'You had her?' She snarled.

˜Well, you have been away on a placement. So I had no one to turn to.” I said.

ËœOh, bollocks"she said as she reached over to push me.

But I grabbed her and turned it to a long kiss by pulling her into my chest.

ËœSteve, You are a randy bastard. And I'm going to get my own back on you."

ËœIs that a threat or a promise?" I smiled at her.
Emma still wanted to play. It was easy, she knew where I was going, and I wasn't in any rush to get there. Not to mention, I was still in a daze from seeing her drop to her knees to entice me. I could still see her tenderly stroking my thighs and across my raising cock.

Emma's eyes sliding shut told me that what she was doing was not only practiced, but also pleasurable for us both. I did see her gaze up at her from your knees. Not so much to seek approval, but to let me see the gleam in her eyes.
Knowing I would jump at the chance to explore her body, she was intentionally easing. Although I was still intoxicated from watching her  panties, while she were still wearing them, and I could still see her finger searching for the crotch I was able to feel her presence, her mouth now licking my cock end.
The seduction went wordlessly, mostly because I was stroking her head. Revelling in her beauty, scent and sensuality. I leaned in to kiss her, cupping her face and gazing longingly into her eyes.

My eyes slid shut and my tongue snaked out to tentatively taste Emma’s lips. Running across them before diving into her mouth. The entire time became a blur in that moment. I'm not sure at what point my hands strayed from her face, but they managed to find their way first to her breasts, then further south between her thighs. Emma’s hands were no less curious as they explored the back of my neck under my hair. Shortly after gliding down my back, they were firmly grasping my ass. Squeezing it, as if gauging the ripeness of a melon. The transition between the room and my bed seemed instantaneous. After we stripped each other, I told her I wanted to give her a massage. She dug into a nearby drawer, which happened to contain several containers of scented oils, and handed me one before lying down on her stomach before me. I poured the oil into my palms, warming it in my hands before rubbing it into her silken skin. A low moan escaped Emma’s lips as I untied the knots and released the kinks in her small muscles. I concentrated mostly on her back, neck and shoulders, but occasionally wandered through the valley of her tight buttocks. She was alive under my touch, and at the same time drifting away.

My fingers danced down her spine, across the peaks and valleys of her back. Past her buttocks, headed south to her thighs. Putting my thumbs on the pressure points just below her bum, allowing my forefingers to graze her sex. Teasing her as I relaxed her leg muscles. As relaxed as she was though, she were becoming restless. Her mind focused on the real reason that she didn't want nice any more.

Slowly she rolled over under me. She pulled me in for a kiss before telling me to lie down. We changed positions, as I lay down under her my erection straining to touch the ceiling she reminded me what she had said. ËœIts revenge for Tara time!"

A wicked grin formed on her lips as she told me to roll over. Emma grabbed my cock playfully as I rolled over hiding it from view and presenting her with my ass. She picked up the oil, and drizzled it from some height down my back, and into my crack. As she pressed down on me, working the oil into my skin she also, possibly intentionally, made my cock grind into the bed. As her fingers worked the oil into the crack of my ass she had me almost involuntarily humping the sheets. I was moaning quite loud, and she was enjoying the anticipation she were building in my body.
ËœGetting excited are we?" she asked in a little girl voice.
I was chewing on your pillows when she stopped touching me. Afraid to look up as I heard her open a drawer. I knew what she was getting. I was quivering with anticipation yet I dared not move. I knew she was lubing it up and putting it on. I was unconsciously arching my back upwards searching for what I knew was to come. Whimpering pitifully as the sheets grazed my cock, every nerve heightened and threatening to make me cum uncontrollably.

I felt the bed shift as she positioned herself. I tensed slightly as her inner thighs touched the outside of my thighs. Leaning forward, her hands on my shoulders bracing herself. The cool slippery tip of the toy she chose to wear suddenly touching my spine, above my ass. Teasingly dragging it lower, she swiped it between my cheeks like a credit card without actually penetrating me. I was pushing back against her, shifting onto my knees as she backed up to let me do so. Reaching around with a lubed hand she caressed my cock. I humped forward into her hand, forgetting what was looming large behind me momentarily.

Emma reminded me by leaning forward, wedging the tip between my cheeks. Her hand subtly sped up, and I wanted to rock between the strap-on and her hand but she held me still with two words. Lying across my back, as the pebbles of her nipples dug into my back, she breathed into my ear "hold still.”

She released my cock from her grip, leaving me pulsing and on the verge of release. I folded my hands in front of me and laid my head on them forming a perfect right triangle with the bed as a base. She suddenly smacked my ass causing me to jerk back and impale myself further on her new sex. Grabbing both my cheeks and spreading me she slowly leaned forward, easing into me. Pausing every so often to allow me to adjust to her invasion. My only movement was the rippling of my ass from her playful smacks, and the twitching of my cock, which cooled only slightly since her letting go of it. I was eager to cum, but more eager to impress her and show that I could do as she asked.

I felt her thighs touch my ass as she slid the last millimetre of the strap-on into me. It felt as if it penetrated me so completely that it wasn't my cock straining between my thighs. My cock became an extension of the toy. Through a haze I heard her ask me if I liked the sensation of filling me so completely, and I could only moan in reply. I was lost and incoherent. She smacked my ass again causing me to jump slightly, bringing me back, but not quite. I managed a strained and amazingly coherent "Please fuck my ass.”

She eased back slightly, only allowing a tiny bit of the strap-on to escape. Then, back into me. Agonizingly slow, Emma eased back allowing just a fraction more to escape this time. In addition, back into me again. Each time, just a little further. She built a rhythm like that, until almost the entire length of the strap-on was sawing into and out of me. Gradually, she built up speed, as if she were a downhill racer using the terrain to speed her to her destination. It wasn't until I heard her moaning that I realized that the way the strap-on was attached  enabled her to feel pleasure too.

I almost thought I was going to get off humping the air like that. With her pounding my ass mercilessly. Her moans echoing off the walls now, competing with mine. She reached between us, cradling my balls. Taking me closer to the edge alternately massaged them and pulled them downward. Slowing suddenly on an inward stroke when I was fully impaled she leaned forward letting her nipples graze my back again. Her hands coming up under me, cupping my pecs and urging me upward into a kneeling position which matched her own. She stayed frozen like that for what seemed an eternity. Biting my shoulder and earlobe.

Her hands began to ease down my chest, but I still refused to move mindful of your earlier admonishment to stay still. I sighed as her hands flitted teasingly over my stomach and teeth nipped at my shoulder. My ass clenched tightly around the strap-on still wedged to the hilt in my eager ass. I begged her "Please finish me, make me cum".

ËœNot quite yet Steve!" she said, playfully, but not heartless. My cock seemingly leapt into her hand, as she made a ring of thumb and forefinger around its base. My precum mingled with the lube still left on her hand as she stroked my cock with a firm grip. She urged me to fuck her hand, freeing me of the spell, which held me still. I almost came on the spot when she kissed my spine.

Humping her hand I began rocking back and forth between the sheath she made for my cock with her fingers, and the plastic splitting my ass. I was groaning and quivering uncontrollably, delirious from the pleasure. In no time at all, "Oh my God I'm there." and "Oh yes" became my mantra. Chanting between groans as my cock started to twitch in her grip. With a final cry of "Fuck me I'm cumming!" I came into the towel she had waiting in her other hand. My cock pulsed jet after jet seemingly endlessly as her hand milked every last drop from me. She kept rubbing me to the point where it was actually agony. It was still twitching as she eased the strap-on out of me, leaving me empty, as I turned and kissed her.
Smiling at Emma I said, "Right, I will think of something you have done, because now it’s your turn. Bend over babe."

I smacked her bum.

ËœOh sir. Have I been a naughty girl?"