Emma’s Tales

Emma’s Tales is a collection of short erotic stories that focus around an ever changing character called Emma, and her encounters with a mysterious character called “The Stranger.”

Emma’s Tales sprang to life in 2006, as a way for David to further develop his creative writing skills. The project proved popular, eventually spawning its own community where David (writing under a pseudonym) was able to post his original work, as well as further encounters.

The following, a sample taken from Emma’s Dance, was originally published on the 6th June 2006.

Emma’s Dance

The function hall was filled with people, their busy chatter filling the air along with the sounds of the orchestra playing some soft and lilting music. These places were all the same, the same big headed hotshots with their airhead wives… or escorts, the same conversations, the same false smiles and the overly friendly touching. The only think Emma had really come here for was the dancing, and even then it was a dying art form that only the elderly seemed to enjoy.

That and the fact that all the “men” in the room seemed to have two left feet and the confidence of a sheep. A disappointment, as always.

Emma stood on the edge of the dance floor; her long straight black hair ran down past her shoulders to the middle of her back. The long black dress she wore, hugged her slender figure. Emma knew it was grabbing the attention of the men in the room, though it didn’t seem to be doing anything for her evening, perhaps it was also scaring them off?

The orchestra slowed their music down, the couples on the dance floor moved closer together, and matched their pace with the tempo. That was when she became aware of him. Emma wasn’t sure how long he’d been there, but she’d been sure he hadn’t been stood beside her moments ago.

He was stood beside her, and like her he too was looking out onto the dance floor, a small smile playing across his lips. He was tall, and despite the fact that Emma knew he wasn’t that old, his black hair was speckled with grey. Dressed in the standard tuxedo that these events required, he looked quite handsome.

Looking at her briefly, the stranger reached out his hand. Emma reached out hers slowly, and before she knew it she was being led out onto the dance floor. The stranger had found a clear area in moments, and pulled Emma close.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said with a smile. “I won’t bite.”

He slipped his arms around her, as they began to move slowly in time to the music, and Emma rested her head on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat, it was slow and steady, the complete opposite of her own which was racing. She held him tightly as they moved, closing her eyes as she tried to savor the moment.

“Don’t fall asleep on me.” He said softly, the back of his hand brushing against her cheek.

Emma wanted the moment to last forever, the slow music, the slow dance, she felt safe. The way he held her, the way her touched her, she wanted him to keep touching her. Emma blushed bright red, almost stepping on the stranger’s feet, as she realized he was having more of an effect on her than she’d been aware of. Her panties getting wet and getting wetter by the moment, Emma was beginning to realize she wanted more than a slow dance with the stranger.

***

The cold night air bit into her freshly exposed skin, as the bottom of Emma’s dress was pulled up. The stranger slammed her against the wall, kissing her deeply his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Moments later she felt her panties being forcefully moved to the side, and hands lifting her up and pinning her to the wall.

Emma wrapped her legs around him, as he placed little kisses along her neck. Emma moaned softly, feeling the top half of her dress slipping down as the stranger tugged and pulled it down past her shoulders.

One hand pulling one of her small breasts out of her bra, the other moving up her body. She could feel his hard cock pushing against her; she hadn’t even heard him unzip his pants. The stranger slammed into her hard, it seemed to be in time with the rise in volume of the orchestra inside the building, the sudden surge of noise covering the sound of her sharp scream before the stranger covered her mouth with one of his big hands; he wasn’t going to take the chance that someone would hear them on the balcony and come to investigate.

His hand firmly covering her mouth, he pulled out slowly and slammed in again just as hard. Emma screamed loud, though the sound that came out was muffled. Tears formed in her eyes, as the stranger continued to slam into her. His thrusts long and deep, they moved her body against the wall, its rough texture scraping at her exposed skin. His eyes were fixed on hers, filled with intensity as a wicked smile played across his face. The stranger’s rhythm began to increase, and as it did the force he was using to slam into her also increased, Emma’s muffled screams barely audible above the sound of the orchestra indoors.

Emma could feel herself being torn open, but she didn’t care. Perhaps it was the fact that she liked it rough, or maybe that they could get caught at any moment, but she didn’t want him to stop. She needed this as much as she had needed the dance earlier, and he knew it, but that didn’t stop her from screaming for more against his hand.

The stranger was panting softly, trying hard not to make too much noise as his cock throbbed hard with each thrust into her. Fighting back the urge to moan, as his free hand cupped Emma’s breast.

Emma was breathing hard through her nose, her pussy burning from the force of his thrusts; it was getting harder and harder to focus on things. She knew what was going to happen, she could feel it welling up inside as she tightened the grip on his cock with her pussy.

He kept slamming her harder and harder, his speed building, the wall feeling like it was tearing into her skin until she couldn’t take any more. Emma screamed hard against the stranger’s hand, her little pussy going into spasms as she came hard on his cock. Tears running down her cheeks, as he continued the slam her, it wasn’t long before it happened again. This time however, the stranger let out a low growl, as he came hard, sending wave after wave of cum deep inside Emma, as her pussy spasmed for the second time that evening.

And just like that, it was over.

His thrusts slowed down, until he pulled himself slowly out of Emma, lowered her to the floor. Holding her as she could barely stand, the stranger adjusted her dress, so that everything looked normal. Emma reached under her dress, slipping her panties back into place. They were still wet.

Emma’s heart pounding in her chest, legs weak, she clung onto the stranger, who in turn placed a soft kiss on her lips, as his hands ran slowly up and down her body.

Emma felt herself stirring again, she wanted more.

—-To Be Continued—-