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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Thirty Two {Bradley Stoke} {FF}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Thirty Two {Bradley Stoke} {FF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 32 of 50
Keywords: FF
Short Summary: Fatima introduces herself to Susan.


Emma
====

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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Fatima engages herself as Amna's agent and Salim's lover.



Chapter Thirty Two
==================

Fatima didn't believe in starting any endeavour without doing some 
research first, so she found her way to the set of Schoolboy Fuck 
Fun, where Susan was currently being filmed, to have a few words 
with an experienced fuck film star. She spent a long time preparing 
herself: applying blood red lipstick and choosing clothes that showed 
as much stockinged leg as was physically possible and which showed 
all but the nipples of her perky full breasts. She had no wish to be 
recognised in this present attire by anyone she knew (particularly from 
either the Asian or Islamic community) and wore a pair of very dark 
sun-glasses to disguise herself. She watched with some interest as 
Susan and others were being fucked by the male stars or themselves 
did the fucking with the dildos provided; but she didn't choose to 
reveal herself to Susan until the filming finished and Susan was 
preparing to go home.

Susan was dressed as she mostly did these days: a pair of shorts and 
nothing else to obscure her essential androgyny, especially the flatness 
of her chest. She wore a six inch dildo around her buttocks which 
thrust out grotesquely through her open flies and a pair of flat shoes. 
She emerged from the changing room by herself, looking somehow 
small and insecure. Fatima strode towards her, smiling and greeted her 
by name.

"How do you know who I am?" 

"My lover, Salim, told me all about you," Fatima explained. "I'd like 
to have a chat with you, if that's alright."

"Is it about Salim?"

"No, not at all! I want to chat about Amna. You know Amna, don't 
you? You introduced her to the sex film industry."

"Well, yes. I did." Susan blurted out, with an attack of guilt. "But I 
didn't know she was a virgin. And I didn't know she was obsessed 
with me."

"I don't blame you for anything, Susan. I've come to you for advice."

"Advice?"

"Yes. I've taken on the task of acting as Amna's agent. I just want to 
find out more about the industry she's working in. Would you like to 
join me for a meal?"

"I've got nothing else arranged. Where have you got in mind?"

"La Maison Déclassé," Fatima suggested, mentioning a restaurant that 
was known to be both expensive and fashionable. Susan readily agreed 
and the two of them were soon sitting opposite each other ignoring the 
stares they were attracting from the other guests (particularly the male 
ones). Fatima kept on her dark glasses and smiled broadly at Susan 
after they'd ordered the first two courses.

"I just want advice. I really don't know a great deal about your 
industry. I've sold washing machines. I've sold lipstick. And I've sold 
encyclopaedias. What I need to know from you is what Amna's most 
valuable assets are and how to maximise their sales potential."

Susan mused over this. "Her best asset is undoubtedly her breasts. 
She's got a good pair of tits. All she needs is to improve them and 
promote them."

"Would surgery be the best course?"

"Undoubtedly! I can give you the name of a few good surgeons. 
Perhaps a bit of thigh enhancement. More pouty lips, maybe. She also 
needs to improve her physical technique. A bit of exercise, not only in 
making love but also to lose some of the fat around her stomach."

Fatima pulled out a small notebook and started jotting down some of 
what Susan was saying: "Breasts. Thighs. Lips. Waist. Technique. 
What about her hairiness?"

"That's okay: although she ought to reduce some of it on her arms and 
arsehole. It's expected that she be a bit hairy. And her colour's a good 
asset too. Better to be too dark than too light."

The conversation continued in this form over the wine, food and 
accordion; and Fatima gradually moved the conversation around to 
Susan. She felt quite gratified to realise that even fuck film stars had 
worries. She learnt about her passion for Charlotte, her loss of feeling 
for sex with men and the feeling she had that she had no real lover 
herself, "excluding Amna, of course," she remarked as an aside.

It was inevitable that Fatima should be invited back to Susan's flat, 
and the two wandered along the street: Fatima nearly blind in the 
evening light who continued wearing her dark glasses despite the 
dimness and Susan attracting attention from the unsubtlety of her 
protruding dildo. Fatima felt a certain degree of alarm when she 
recognised Amna's brother staring at them, but was sure that he didn't 
recognise her at all and was rather more distracted by Susan's rather 
odd appearance.

The two of them went up to Susan's flat and as the young girl opened 
the door, Fatima was rather alarmed to hear the unmistakable sound of 
loud and passionate cries of lovemaking echoing about the flat.

"It's only Charlotte and Josephine!" Susan explained, slightly opening 
the door to the living room where Fatima could see two men and two 
women engaged in very obvious fucking. Two penises were deep 
inside Josephine's lower orifices while Charlotte's tongue engaged 
itself furiously on the long erect lengths of them. Susan sighed slightly 
and closed the door.

"Doesn't it bother you slightly?" Fatima wondered.

Susan turned about to look directly at Fatima's sympathetic face. She 
nodded shyly. "I just wish Charlotte would show more affection 
towards me." 

Fatima put her arms around Susan's bare shoulders and pulled her 
little girl body close to her. Susan sighed again and applied her lips to 
Fatima's. The older woman hooked her thumbs around the top of 
Susan's shorts and eased them down while passionately licking 
Susan's teeth. She could sense Susan's professional skills as the small 
girl reciprocated by easing off her own clothes and directing her 
caresses where Fatima felt the greatest need. She could also sense 
Susan's desperation for affection and some of the girl's loneliness. 
She took command of the situation.

"Shall we have some wine and a chat first?" She suggested, producing 
a bottle from the bag she carried with her. "Then we can make love 
until morning."

"You'd like that?" Susan asked with some trepidation.

"Very much so!" Said Fatima unfastening Susan's dildo and stroking 
her hand over the stubble of Susan's vulva. "Very much so!"

Susan's advice was not ignored, despite Amna's initial complaints. 
However, the first thing Amna was aware of, as she gradually regained 
consciousness after the operation, was a slight sharp pain beneath her 
breasts and a duller one below her shoulders. The second thing, as she 
opened her eyes, was the sight of her aunt and Fatima kissing each 
other passionately while they stood at the end of the hospital bed in 
which she lay. She leaned forward, but in doing so she felt the pain 
around her breasts more sharply and a most unusual dull sensation 
around nipples that felt strangely stretched. She groaned slightly and 
let her body collapse back onto the bed, attracting Aunt Salim and her 
lover's attention as she did so.

"She's waking up!" Exclaimed Aunt Salim, guiltily pushing Fatima 
off her and rushing over to Amna's side wearing a long dark dress and 
with her hair gathered under her silk scarf. "How are you, Amna, 
dearest? How do you feel after the operation?"

"Operation?" Wondered Amna, gradually recalling the circumstances 
which led to her being in the hospital bed. Her eyes scanned the 
brilliant white walls, the utilitarian metal furniture, the pushed back 
screen and Fatima, dressed far more modestly than she was 
accustomed to seeing her. Except for the dark redness of her lipstick, 
and the blueness around her eyes, she was dressed much the same as 
her aunt: not a trace of hair free of her scarf and nothing but her hands 
and face otherwise visible under her green satin jelaba. "What 
operation?"

"The one for your breasts!" Fatima reminded her taking her hand in 
her own and squeezing it firmly. "Don't you remember?"

"Breasts?" Asked Amna pulling up her arms and touching them with 
her dark fingers. She was naked except for a pair of white knickers 
and could feel the unfamiliar bulk of her breasts and her enlarged 
nipples. "I had them enhanced, didn't I? That's right, isn't it!"

"It most certainly is!" Exclaimed Fatima gently easing the cotton sheet 
down to Amna's waist so that she could see them more clearly. "The 
surgeon's certainly done a good job on them. They look much better."

Aunt Salim gasped. "They're enormous! And unnatural! Are you sure 
we've done the right thing, Fatty?"

"Of course we have!" Fatima reassured her. "Don't you think, Amna? 
You've now got a beautiful pair of forty eight double D cup, darling. 
Your breasts will be the envy of everyone!"

Amna self-consciously explored the contours and the strange weight 
of them. Her aunt was right. They were enormous! And they felt so 
hard and firm! She sat up slowly and felt them slowly drop as she 
became less horizontal. "What do they look like? I don't look like a 
freak do I?"

"Not at all!" Fatima reassured her. "What do you think, Sally?" 

Aunt Salim seemed less certain, but she nodded passively. "They 
make you look very ... nice."

Amna cupped her hands underneath them and supported their great 
weight. "I'm not a freak, am I?" She repeated. "Is there a mirror I can 
look in?"

Aunt Salim opened her handbag and looked inside, while the more 
resourceful Fatima stood up and unhooked a mirror from the wall and 
brought it over to the bed. She rested it on the bed sheets in front of 
Amna so she could gaze at the whole of her torso. Her breasts were 
monstrous! Not the biggest she'd seen on the set, but amongst the 
largest. They were very round. Very firm. And much bigger than she'd 
imagined they'd be. She placed her hands under them and jiggled them 
up and down.

"I'm not sure. Are they really mine? Can I change them back?"

"Don't be silly!" Laughed Fatima, leaning over and licking her 
nipples. "They're beautiful! You'll never want to change back! 
They're you! Just as much as your beautiful eyes. Your sexy mouth. 
And your welcoming vagina."

"I hope you're right!" Reflected Amna, aware now that unlike having 
a haircut or a manicure this was one change of her appearance she 
couldn't easily reverse.

She left the hospital later that day, wearing a rather large shirt over her 
top and a pair of jeans. As she was led to the taxi by her aunt and her 
agent, she felt terribly self-conscious as people stared at her, perhaps 
wondering whether she was pregnant. She felt a desperate need to feel 
her breasts, to reassure herself that she was all right, to feel once again 
the curious new contours of her body, but restrained herself until she 
arrived home. 

Fatima lay in bed with her for the rest of the day, masturbating her 
gently and massaging her breasts. Amna knew that at least one person 
loved her new appearance, but felt rather disturbed that her aunt was 
so shy of looking at her. In fact, she seemed to direct her gaze 
anywhere but at her breasts, and relegated herself to preparing food in 
the kitchen and tidying up the house. Fatima was much more 
enthusiastic. 

"This will mark the start of a much more prosperous film career!" She 
exclaimed with delight, nibbling softly at Amna's now almost 
permanently erect nipples. "We'll be able to double your rate to match 
the doubling of your breasts!" She stroked a finger over Amna's 
mouth. "Then we'll do the lips. Then the thighs. And perhaps there's 
something we can do to enhance your beautiful buttocks."

Although Amna was aware that these enhancements would improve 
her market value, she found her new breasts rather an inconvenience. 
Initially at least, it was very difficult for her to even leave the house. 
Partly this was to do with her continued self-consciousness about her 
enhanced figure. Everyone stared at her. Their eyes were focused only 
on her breasts and hardly at all on the rest of her. Heads turned as she 
walked along the street. People stopped short in their tracks as they 
walked towards her, and stared long and hard at the magnificent 
wealth of breast that was barely hidden at all under her shirt. 

The other reason was more practical. Not many clothes were made for 
women with her new enhanced figure - or at least those that did 
enclose her breasts were far from flattering. They either made her look 
pregnant or several generations older than she was. There were no 
dresses that looked even remotely attractive, and her breasts swelled 
out the contours of any blouse or tee-shirt. Fatima worked hard 
however to correct this. "You can't go to a film shoot not looking 
sexy, dearest," she said, while specifying details of dimensions to 
clothes manufacturers over the video-phone. "We've got to get you 
some brassieres and tops which show your breasts to their best 
advantage."

Soon enough, Fatima's endeavours supplied Amna with a choice of 
tops that made no effort whatsoever to disguise the enormity of her 
breasts: pushing them up, maximising the cleavage and ensured they 
pointed ahead. They were also quite uncomfortable and Amna felt 
relieved when she could return home and pull off her top and lie 
around the house naked. Fatima clearly enjoyed this, and her 
lovemaking with Amna had become much more passionate whereas 
Aunt Salim became a rather more infrequent lover. Fatima relished 
every contour and every detail of her breasts, and chortled with delight 
as Amna described the difficulties her fresh assets had caused her.

"You wait," she said, her head squeezed between Amna's legs. 
"You'll soon see how much your breasts will enhance your career. I 
almost wish I had a pair like yours myself."

Amna restrained herself from asking Fatima why then it was she and 
not Fatima who had the burden of carrying them around with her.

Fatima's sex life had meanwhile become very complicated, as she 
reflected, her lips sealed to Josephine's mouth and a penis deep inside 
her anus. Susan was sharing her lips between Josephine's and her own 
cunt, while the man fucking her was also delving his tongue inside 
Josephine's vagina. From the adjacent bedroom came cries of passion 
from Charlotte who was being fucked by a tall dark-skinned man with 
a hooked nose and a pair of athletic buttocks which thrust and thrust 
again into the deepest recesses of Charlotte's cunt, her legs high up 
and clutched around his waist. Fatima had got rather used to the easy 
promise of sex available at Susan's flat and enjoyed the attention of 
the men who had come with the promise of sex with the enfianced 
couple. She had always rather preferred a good fuck with a man to the 
more leisurely and rather more prolonged lovemaking she had become 
accustomed to with women. It hadn't taken her long to inveigle herself 
into the lovemaking routines at Susan's flat and rather enjoyed her 
new status as Susan's lover: one that the small oriental seemed to 
prefer for Fatima's very lack of wanting to commit herself whole-
heartedly to it.

"It's so much better when there's no jealousy involved," Susan would 
say as the two shared the ends of a double-headed dildo. "Aisha 
always wanted more from me than I could possibly offer. How can a 
sex actress ever be serious about a relationship?"

How indeed? mused Fatima running her tongue around the rearmost of 
Susan's molars and tasting yet again the sweetness of her spittle (so 
much nicer than the taste of nicotine that stuck to Amna's palate). She 
particularly enjoyed making love to Josephine whose affection for 
Charlotte was quite unfeigned, though she showed rather more 
eagerness than her fiancée for making love to their Muslim guest.

Amna was Fatima's protégée, however, and Fatima felt a powerful 
obligation towards her. Particularly with regard to improving her 
technique. It was not enough, she believed, simply to enrol the young 
girl in sex education classes where the girl was learning how to fellate, 
masturbate and fake orgasms convincingly. She needed much more 
personal tuition despite the fact that her agent always found it rather 
less than completely satisfying. Amna had not yet learnt to really enjoy 
sex. She was always somewhat distant from the intimate activity 
centred on her cunt or breasts. The latter still caused her anxiety 
(particularly with regard to what her family might think of them) and 
much of Fatima's lovemaking concentrated on trying to persuade her 
that her newly enlarged breasts made her much more sexy and 
attractive. Privately, Fatima wondered herself on the wisdom of the 
operation. Amna was so self-conscious about them that rather than 
parade them to her best advantage, she went out of her way to obscure 
them; although she was happy not to wear any clothes around the 
house.

"And your lips. They could be oh! even more kissable with some 
enhancement!" She tried to persuade Amna who was not inclined to 
disagree with her agent's advice. "And those buttocks! They could be 
so much more firm and delightful with such little effort!" 

Amna nodded, as she obediently bobbed up and down on the dildo 
strapped around Fatima's waist which thrust so deep inside her but 
stirred nothing more than the most vapid of responses. Fatima would 
chew Amna's clitoris, thrust two fingers deep inside her anus while 
fucking her from the front, nibble her newly enlarged nipples, and 
push vegetables inside an orifice while busily stimulating her vagina 
with a tongue. Amna dutifully gasped and groaned, but Fatima could 
detect the insincerity. She just hoped that all the expensive lessons and 
her own time-consuming personal tuition would eventually bring the 
young girl to more genuine orgasms, and that at the very least they 
would be satisfactory for the career she was planning for her.

She persuaded Amna to take regular and relatively vigorous exercise 
to trim her waist, build up the muscles of her thighs and enable her to 
perform more enthusiastically for longer on the sets of films. She 
supplied her with an exercise bicycle and some weights, and 
supervised her ward as she went through the regulation exercises, 
monitoring her progress with a stopwatch and a tape measure. She 
made no effort to discourage Amna from smoking although she 
personally abhorred the habit. She was aware that this depressed the 
girl's appetite and would hopefully wean her off the fatty and 
unhealthy food that she was still too inordinately fond of.

It was a strain on Fatima to continue her coaching of Amna. The age 
difference and outlook was undeniable. She really had no fondness for 
the loud electronic pop music that Amna listened to and got rapidly 
bored with the limited range of the girl's conversation on pop music, 
films and fashion. She also hid from Amna as much as possible all 
evidence of her own relationship with Susan, whom the young girl still 
idolised. It afforded Fatima some pleasure to sit and watch videos of 
Susan in the various fuck films Amna rented from the video library. 
She was able to compare Susan the fuck actress with the Susan she 
knew so very much more intimately. There was no doubting that 
Susan was a consummate star and showed off her assets (or lack of 
them) to very good advantage. Her ambition was for Amna to use her 
own assets (particularly her recently enhanced ones) to very much the 
same effect, but was often discouraged by Amna's real lack of genuine 
taste for the profession she had chosen. Fatima unashamedly used 
Amna's idol as an object of emulation and hinted again and again that 
one of the rewards of a successful career in sex films could very well 
be the opportunity to make love to Susan. Hints which Fatima also 
believed she would do nothing herself to facilitate, and doubted 
anyway that Amna was truly to Susan's taste. Her oriental lover 
preferred more mature and certainly more passionate lovers than poor 
young Amna.

She spent most nights in bed with Salim whom she still thought of 
more as her best friend than as her lover. She knew that Salim rued the 
loss of the exclusiveness of her relationship with Amna and was more 
than a little uncomfortable with the idea of the three of them sharing 
mutual sexual experiences; although it was relatively rarely that Amna 
and Salim made love together with Fatima. Salim was quite 
passionately in love with Fatima and very fond of Amna, but 
uncomfortably aware that her friend for so many years had somehow 
changed the pattern of her sex life to her disadvantage. 

Fatima was undoubtedly fond of Salim, but she found the lovemaking 
rather uninspiring, especially when compared to the passion and 
ecstasy she found at Susan's flat. Salim was more tender and more 
contemplative in her lovemaking, unhappy with using anything other 
than fingers to penetrate her vagina and happiest with the sensual 
rather than the more physical activities. Fatima sometimes found 
herself having to politely request that Salim cease her constant licking 
of her cunt, which she had started shaving following Susan's example, 
so that she could roll over and go to sleep. She felt embarrassed by 
Salim's frequent assertions of love, which she felt obliged to 
reciprocate only because she felt responsible for having seduced her 
friend's affection. However much Fatima enjoyed Salim's company as 
a friend, she felt that Salim lacked something quite critical when it 
came to sex. After having been spoilt by the sexual abandon of the 
oriental girl who was the real lover in her life, Salim's own approaches 
seemed so gauche and clumsy.

"Are you really so tired?" Pleaded Salim, sitting up in the bed and 
smiling unhappily.

Fatima nodded silently and firmly, covering her breasts with the silk 
sheets. "Let's get some sleep, Sally dear."




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