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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Twenty Eight {Bradley Stoke} {Ff MF}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Twenty Eight {Bradley Stoke} {Ff MF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 28 of 50
Keywords: Ff MF
Short Summary: Amna becomes more accustomed to a life as a sex film actress.


Emma
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Summary of whole novel
======================

Emma is no stranger to the world of pornography, working as she does 
for one of the premier sex television stations. Nor is she a stranger 
to the naked body, being a dedicated naturist. However, in almost 
every other way she is naive and innocent. This is the story of how 
she finds herself, and also about the lives of people around her. 
In this novel, soap opera meets sex fiction. 


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Previously
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Amna has finished her first day of work in sex films.



Chapter Twenty Eight
====================

Susan was very kind to Amna after her day's work; sensitively noting 
the young girl's disorientation, but perhaps not really understanding 
why. She and her Pakistani friend took her to a burger bar where they 
chatted over some very squelchy whopper-burgers. Amna realised 
through the haze of her thoughts that Susan and the Pakistani were 
getting on very fine, swapping telephone numbers and quite freely 
kissing each other. She felt great jealousy which reinforced her general 
feeling of misery.

The two girls escorted Amna to a taxi-rank and paid the driver to take 
her back to Aunt Salim's flat. The taxi drew off while Amna pressed 
her face against the window and enviously watched the Pakistani walk 
off with her arm round Susan's slender boy-like waist. She reflected 
on her day, which after her sex scene with the male star was followed 
only a couple of hours later by a scene in which she had to have sex 
with two men simultaneously while a Tibetan woman with surgically 
enhanced breasts covered her face with salty kisses and filled her 
mouth with the distinct taste of the penises she'd been sucking. She 
forgot what the excuse for this sex scene was: only that it was quite 
painful. She'd not properly recovered from her first scene, and her 
anus was so tight that it almost defeated entry by the slightly tubby 
Malaysian man who had elected to bugger her. She now felt totally 
wretched and humiliated, and looked forward only to having a bath 
and going to bed.

As soon as she got back to the flat, she ignored her Aunt Salim's 
cheerful enquiries about her day at work and dashed straight into the 
bathroom, where she sat naked on the toilet for nearly twenty minutes 
struggling unsuccessfully to have either a shit or a piss or something 
else to evacuate from her system. Nothing happened. She then ran the 
bath water and sat in its water long after it had lost its warmth and all 
the bath foam had evaporated. She expected to see torrents of blood 
and semen burst out of her violated orifices, but in fact only the merest 
red and creamy stains could be seen in the bath water. She pummelled 
her vagina and arse with soap and loofahs, crying to herself, and self-
consciously feeling the tenderness at the top of her cunt and around the 
rim of her anus where she had received the most insistent pounding.

"Are you all right, Amna darling?" asked her Aunt Salim through the 
bathroom door. 

Amna was now out of the bath, furiously towelling herself, even 
though she was thoroughly dry, in the vain hope of scrubbing off the 
last traces of her ordeal. She grunted in reply.

"Can I come in?"

Amna grunted again, and stood naked on the bath towel in front of her 
aunt who was wearing her usual choice of silky lingerie. Amna had 
never appeared naked in front of her aunt before, but she somehow felt 
beyond caring. "Are you sure you're all right?" Aunt Salim asked with 
some concern. She walked over to her niece, and with some tenderness 
put a long arm round Amna's shoulder. Amna had quite clearly been 
crying, despite her attempts to dry off the traces with the towel. She 
didn't resist her aunt's approach; instead she rather desperately 
wrapped her arms around her.

"I'm so unhappy!" she confessed. "I don't know what to think or what 
to do?"

"Was your first day at work really that bad?" wondered Aunt Salim. 
"Surely clerical work can't be that bad."

"It's not clerical work," Amna confessed through a sudden outbreak of 
tears. She could feel the teardrops run down her face and into her 
mouth. Snot began to run from her nostrils and made her nose feel 
slightly sore. "It was never clerical work."

"Can you tell me what it is?" her aunt asked sympathetically. Amna 
shook her head.

"Never! No! Never! I could never say!"

Aunt Salim was tactful enough not to pry further. She escorted the still 
naked Amna to the living room and continued to hug her close to her, 
while the girl rambled on about the various things that upset her. With 
time, and with very little prompting, Amna confessed all to her aunt. 
Her passion for an oriental girl in sex cinema, her work on Hot Asian 
Lovers, her on-screen sex, her jealousy and her current despair. 

"And that was the first time for you?" asked her aunt.

"It was horrible! Horrible! I'll never be able to go to the toilet the 
same way ever again! What must you think of me? I'm a disgrace to 
the family. What I've been doing is disgusting and filthy. I'm just a 
pervert."

"Ssshhh!" Aunt Salim prompted. "Don't blame yourself. Allah 
willing, all will be fine. I certainly won't treat you as anything other 
than my little niece, Amna."

"Thank you! Thank you!" replied the young girl, smiling bravely 
through the misery of her tear-stained face. She cuddled her aunt 
closer and closer, feeling the silkiness of the lingerie close to her 
naked skin and the pressure of her aunt's breasts against her own more 
ample pair.

There was no particular single event that determined the course of 
events, but Aunt Salim's comfort of Amna somehow drifted into Aunt 
Salim's bed, which felt so deliciously clean and smelt so freshly 
washed. Amna lay there beneath the sheets with her aunt's now naked 
body wrapped around her. There was no genital contact between them, 
but their kisses strayed around the face, into the mouth, into the ears, 
to the tips of the nipples and as far down the body as the belly-button. 
Her aunt made occasional comments as to the beauty of the dark hair 
on her niece's arms, and the extent of her facial hair which constituted 
a soft down of feminine sideburns. Amna only noticed and appreciated 
the safe comfort of her aunt's beautiful warm body, her clean and 
smell-free skin, the curious tilt of her nipples, the slightly long ear-
lobes, the strong teeth and her long tongue which tickled every crevice 
of her ears and licked clean the tears off her cheeks.

Amna eventually managed to fall asleep. Her body wrapped up in a 
foetal ball around her aunt, one hand covering the thick mass of her 
pubic hair and the so conclusively violated vagina, while the other 
gripped tightly to her aunt's shoulder. Salim looked at her niece with 
an indulgent smile and tried to make herself as comfortable as she 
could while not disturbing her. She smiled more and more broadly and 
glanced over to look at the reflection of herself and Amna in the 
dressing-table mirror. She frowned at the peculiar sight of two women 
enmeshed in each other. The image didn't entirely please her. Her gaze 
wandered over to a text from the Koran that was framed on the wall. 
She frowned more deeply.

She started to stir, to disengage herself from niece but as she did so, 
Amna made a little grunt as a part of her reacted to her aunt's motion. 
Salim studied her niece. She looked at her dark skin, the even blacker 
hair cascading over her face, the breasts that she'd never been able to 
contain very well under her clothes and the softness of a belly that 
would never be as taut and firm as her own. She examined the breasts 
heaving in her slow breathing and felt the girl's breath against her 
cheek. She smiled again, and pulled Amna closer to her. The next time 
when she looked at their reflection in the mirror it was with undiluted 
pleasure.

Amna didn't need to go to work the following day as the Director had 
excused her from appearing as he'd concluded that she probably 
would not be in top form after her previous pummelling. She 
anticipated her aunt telling her in no uncertain terms to stop working 
in hard-core sex films, but in fact she said nothing of the sort. When 
she woke up Amna with a tray of breakfast, she made no comment at 
all on discovering that Amna had the day off and was due back on the 
set the next day. She merely kissed her niece softly on the face, and 
prepared herself for her own job, covering up her soft silky 
underthings under her clothes and tucking her long hair under a silk 
head-scarf. Amna stayed in Aunt Salim's bed all morning, relishing 
the silky softness of the sheets and the luxury of her free day.

She hadn't been up very long when her aunt returned from work. She 
was sitting in her knickers and bra, her feet drawn up beneath her, 
watching an imported soap opera whose banality somehow comforted 
her immensely. Her aunt greeted her cheerily with a smile, before 
retreating to her bedroom to change. She returned in red underwear 
with her hair loose, and sat next to Amna watching the predictable 
events the soap opera characters found themselves in.

"Did you have a nice day?" Aunt Salim wondered. "Do you feel better 
now?" 

"Yes, much better!" smiled Amna bravely. "I'm sure I've recovered."

Aunt Salim put her arms around her niece, drawing her close to her 
and then on impulse showered the girl's face with kisses. Amna 
reciprocated, with less passion but with the definite need of affection. 
Her aunt brought her hands around to the clasp at Amna's back that 
held the strap of her bra together. 

"You don't need to wear this you know," she said with a chuckle. "It's 
several sizes too small anyway!" She removed the bra and with a 
single gesture threw it into the waste-paper basket. Amna made no 
protest as her full breasts fell out unrestrained and felt instantly more 
comfortable. She made no protest, either, as her aunt removed her 
knickers which she said barely covered her properly anyhow, and 
found herself sitting naked on the sofa. She wondered whether her 
nudity would now be the prelude to more active caresses, but her aunt 
did no more than cuddle her. 

The evening was spent with the aunt and niece seated on the sofa 
when they weren't eating dinner, their arms around each other, 
caressing each other and watching television. Aunt Salim concentrated 
her attention on her niece's breasts and face and torso. She merely 
stroked the expanse of pubic hair, making no attempt to masturbate 
her niece or to let her fingers enter her vagina. When bedtime came, it 
seemed quite natural for the two of them to drift to Aunt Salim's bed, 
where, for the first time that evening, she took off her underwear, and 
Amna was able to feel the full warmth of her aunt's breasts and the 
merest details of her nipples. The two lay together, but only Amna's 
hand strayed below the waist to feel her aunt's clitoris, which she 
seemed to find very enjoyable.

Their lovemaking remained tender and somehow detached. There 
seemed to be no inconsistency in Amna's mind in her aunt accepting 
her work in sex cinema, her passion for Susan or indeed her being 
related. Aunt Salim saw her niece off to work the following day as if 
she really were going to the office to work in a clerical capacity, only 
commenting on what clothes she should wear. She advised Amna to 
wear the clothes she felt comfortable in, not those in which she 
auditioned because, as she commented, these wouldn't be the clothes 
she'd be working in. 

As Amna left home in her jeans and tee-shirt, travelling on the 
underground train, it was several stops until she recalled to herself 
exactly where she was going and what her work entailed. She felt a 
sudden rush of dread as she contemplated the violation of her groin 
again. But as she thought of that and the idea of sex came into her 
head, the image of her aunt's body and that of Susan's appeared. She 
couldn't help asking herself how much the relationship she'd 
developed with her aunt somehow compromised the passion she felt 
for Susan. Which was the stronger and which was the more real? The 
answer she decided was that her relationship with her aunt was one of 
affectionate touching, whereas the feelings she held for Susan made 
her cunt feel much warmer and excited. The thought that most 
stimulated her was to imagine the caresses she'd given to her aunt, her 
tongue licking around her nipple and the excited shudders she'd given 
when she tweaked her clitoris. And then to substitute the naked form 
of Susan for that of Aunt Salim.

She needn't have felt anxious about having sex as she found that she 
was surplus to requirements on this particular day, so she was able to 
join the rest of the cast in watching the filming. Her jeans and tee-shirt 
didn't seem at all inappropriate, if a little tight around the hips, as 
most of the other girls were wearing the casual clothes they'd normally 
wear, which included one thick-waisted woman who was a committed 
naturist and another who, like Maisie, had taken to wearing a dildo 
under her shorts.

However, the lack of sex may have been a great relief in one sense, but 
what she was left with was mostly boredom, as more was done 
preparing the set than actually filming. She was pleased, though, that 
the filming was done outdoors near a private lake so that she could 
enjoy the sun beating down on her and didn't have to pretend to have 
any real interest in the work going on. She felt deprived though in that 
both Susan and Aisha, the Pakistani girl, were not sitting with her and 
keeping her company. What troubled her as well was why the two girls 
were absent, and her fears proved to be well-founded when they 
started filming the scene which Amna just couldn't find in the script 
she'd been provided with.

The scene by the private lake was meant to be taking place at a distant 
Asian lake of a kind it was assumed was commonly found in this 
mongrel Asian country. Susan, as a Japanese tourist, came on the set 
and was apparently so taken by the lake that quite naturally what she 
did was to take off all her clothes and wander into the lake for a swim. 
Naturally, her clothes were stolen while she was in the water, so when 
she finished swimming she found herself left only with her camera and 
travellers' cheques. Amna's thought was that something was very 
strange about that. Surely a genuine thief would have rather less 
interest in a Japanese tourist's clothes (which probably wouldn't fit 
very well, anyway) than her money and camera. 

Susan was then meant to panic and by chance she immediately meets 
Aisha who was dressed in a similar kind of Hindu outfit to the one 
Amna had worn. She also had her short cropped hair covered in a long 
dark wig with a long plait reaching down her back. Within seconds 
Aisha and Susan somehow lose all interest in their futile search for 
Susan's clothes, and start showing a great deal more interest in each 
other's bodies. This was the part of the filming that troubled Amna the 
most. The two girls were clearly quite keen on each other's bodies and 
were showing unfeigned passion which stimulated the Director and 
cameraman. Amna had to watch for well over an hour while the two 
girls made very passionate love that soon graduated from oral sex to 
full penetration with a dildo which bizarrely enough Aisha had been 
carrying around underneath her sari. Amna felt jealous pangs as she 
watched Susan being deeply penetrated and gasping and screaming 
with her pleasure. If only she didn't enjoy it so much! If only it wasn't 
Aisha doing it! If only it was Amna who was making love to her!

Inevitably the hero of the film had to be involved in some way, and as 
this in some unexplained way involved the return of the Japanese 
tourist's clothes this had to be expressed by Susan's gratitude which 
meant of course three way sex with Aisha. It also entailed Susan 
penetrating his anus with the dildo, which was apparently unscripted 
but greeted with enthusiasm by the star and the Director. Somehow the 
love scenes at this stage troubled Amna rather less than before. 
Somehow the only rivals to her own affection that Amna worried 
about were female ones. She couldn't imagine male lovers being 
anything to be unduly concerned about. She couldn't really understand 
what it might be that so many women found attractive about men. The 
more she saw of them,  and the more sex she'd had with them, the less 
she understood it. 

Eventually, of course, the relationship between Amna and her aunt led 
to their caresses drifting down more often and more actively to their 
groins. Aunt Salim took more and more pleasure in exploring the folds 
and crevices of her niece's vagina, and frequently found her tongue 
sore in the morning from running it over the thick pubic hair. Often 
she found strands of hair stuck between her teeth (sometimes tasting 
rather unpleasant when her tongue strayed inside Amna's hairy anal 
crack). She once even found herself coughing up a pubic hair on the 
underground train on the way to work. Amna less often let her tongue 
wander between her aunt's legs, but their relationship had settled on a 
pattern that somehow suited Salim: in which Amna was the passive 
recipient of her aunt's not inconsiderable attention. Amna wasn't sure 
how this had come to be, but she enjoyed lying back on the sofa or bed 
while her aunt stimulated her clitoris, vagina and anus. She felt rather 
detached from the activity even on those occasions when she was 
stimulated to feelings of greater passion than usual. It was clear to her 
that her aunt wasn't sure of what her reaction should be but was 
somehow disappointed by her own lack of more frantic, wild or 
unrestrained orgasmic pleasure.

Amna's lack of passion sometimes troubled her, especially when she 
glanced down at her aunt, head in pubic hair and longing eyes gazing 
up, feeling she was somehow cheating her of all the pleasure she was 
hoping for. She quite gladly abandoned wearing underwear round the 
house. It only made her nipples feel sore and nothing she wore seemed 
to prevent the pubic hair from appearing over the waist band or on the 
insides of her thigh. She liked to sit on the sofa feeling the warm 
bushiness of her groin and brushing her fingernails against her proudly 
growing nipples. 

She had become more accustomed to making love at work, and though 
she couldn't really claim to actually enjoy it and it still gave her pain 
on occasion, it was no longer something she particularly dreaded. It 
was just part of a day's work. She got quite inured to the sensation of 
an erect penis thrusting away at her cunt, and took the advice of some 
of the other girls in lubricating it in advance with ointments and 
grease. However, no amount of lubrication made it that easy when it 
was necessary for her to be buggered, but she squeezed her eyes tight 
and bore it as well as she could. She would bear anything for the 
opportunity to be near Susan and for the promise of the pay she'd get 
for it.

She also got quite accustomed to seeing Susan having love made to 
her or indeed making love to others. It seemed to Amna that there was 
nothing unfeigned about her enjoyment, whether with a man or with a 
woman. She also noticed with alarm that her friendship with Aisha 
appeared to be increasing rather than diminishing with time. After all 
her sacrifice, however, Amna was disappointed to find that the love 
scene that she was originally scheduled to be in with Susan was 
changed so that the woman the object of her passion now made love to 
was Aisha. This was apparently because the passion and photogenic 
value of their lovemaking had so impressed the Director. However, 
Amna was compensated with by yet another scene in which she had 
sex with two men simultaneously in what was supposed to be another 
temple and was in fact the same scenery used before but slightly 
reorganised. This was not quite the compensation she'd been hoping 
for.

The filming was coming to an end, and so too would come both the 
last opportunity for having sex with Susan and receiving a cheque for 
her performance. Amna accepted with regret that Hot Asian Lovers 
was not going to be the film in which she'd consummate her love for 
Susan, and became more drawn to calculating the impact on her life of 
the substantial rewards she'd get for her acting.

Through her new contacts in the film industry she managed to acquire 
quite a collection of film stills and posters featuring Susan. The best 
she believed was a full poster in a film called Bangkok and 
Sodomy where she'd had the starring r�le. In this poster Susan was 
positioned in some underwear that managed to reveal her crotch and 
fully display the flatness of her chest. The print with it explained that 
for Yoko, as Susan was known, the front entrance wasn't enough and 
the servants' entrance needed just as much servicing. There were some 
stills associated with the film which more graphically displayed 
penises entering her rear entrance while she was apparently totally 
overwhelmed with joy. She put this poster and all the other pictures up 
on her bedroom wall in Aunt Salim's flat where they acted as a kind of 
shrine to Amna's unrequited passion.

She could see that these pictures somehow disturbed her aunt, who 
nonetheless made no more comment about them than she did about 
her niece continuing to work in sex cinema. Amna didn't care, though. 
She would lie on her bed during the day while her aunt was at work 
day-dreaming about Susan and her child-like figure. She had even 
bought a couple of videos featuring Susan and watched them for 
Susan's body alone: frequently running the video past scenes in which 
other film stars were engaged in sex. The scenes she most enjoyed 
were the ones where Susan, clothed or unclothed, playing Hiyuchi or 
Nori or whoever, would be filmed with no other characters on the set 
at all. She rather relished the image of herself as a naked girl sitting 
around surrounded by images of her oriental love. 

She tried to masturbate to the images of Susan. She tried to achieve 
the orgasm that her aunt wasn't able to elicit from her, and which 
she'd only ever been able to fake while on the set; but it stubbornly 
refused to happen. However much she beat away at her cunt and arse 
with carrots, courgettes, fingers or fists, she could only beat at the 
doors of passion but they didn't seem to want her to come in. All she 
was left with was a feeling of dissatisfaction, a sore wrist, a messy 
groin and images in her mind of Susan being fucked by men, women 
and most of all by Aisha. Sometimes the unfairness of it all caused her 
to cry and cry, knowing that the tears she shed would be rewarded by 
her aunt's passionate embraces, kisses and even more frantic attempts 
to provide her with that elusive moment of pure pleasure that seemed 
to come so easily to Susan.



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