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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Thirty Eight {Bradley Stoke} {FF}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Thirty Eight {Bradley Stoke} {FF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 38 of 50
Keywords: FF 
Short Summary: Amna confronts Fatima about Susan
Josephine.


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
==========

Insired by her love of Susan, Amna starts work in the sex film 
industry, where her agent is Fatima.


Chapter Thirty Eight
====================

Susan was enjoying her time off from work: wandering about the 
shops and looking for things to buy. She also enjoyed looking at other 
people, especially those who were most physically attractive: men or 
women, it didn't bother her. She didn't mind the stares that followed 
her, attracted by the large dildo protruding through the flies of her 
culottes, and perhaps unsure whether or not it was real as there was so 
little evidence of her breasts under the baggy white tee-shirt she wore. 
There were other women like her wearing such dildos: it had become 
such a common sight these days. Almost too common, Susan 
reflected, but the affectation still had the potency to shock. One such 
woman she could see sporting a dildo was very dark skinned. Susan 
guessed she was African from the way her arse stuck out, restrained 
only by the leather strap tucked in between the slit of her round 
buttocks, but which supported a proud twelve inch ebony dildo. Susan 
felt aroused by the sight, and paused in her steps to examine the 
woman in more detail.

The woman was walking with another girl who Susan recognised as 
one of the fluffers she'd often worked with who wore very scanty 
clothes, nearly reduced to the dimensions of a bikini, but who attracted 
rather more attention than most because of the striking tattoo of an 
erect penis she sported over her face, which even detracted attention 
from her shaved head and shorn eyebrows. She wondered if she should 
approach her (Fluff, as she remembered she was known) as an excuse 
to get to know her black friend the better. Her resolve to do so was 
increased when the girl turned about slightly to reveal some monstrous 
breasts which her specially designed slip only just managed to hold. It 
was then that she recognised her as Amna, the Asian shop girl she'd 
introduced to fuck films, who looked somewhat different from the last 
time she'd met. What had happened to her breasts? And her face? 
Were her lips always so full? And her cheekbones so high? Had this 
something to do with the efforts of her agent, Fatima, who visited 
rather less frequently these days? Emboldened by her connections and 
driven by lust, she ran over to the girls and attracted their attention.

"Amna!" She cried. "I've not seen you for a long time! And with 
Fluff! How are you? How's your career progressing?"

Amna looked rather startled, and made only a very garbled incoherent 
response. Susan belatedly remembered Amna's strange obsession with 
her that Fatima's friend, Salim, had told her about. That was a 
complication she didn't really welcome, although she reflected it 
would be somehow rather useful to her present aspirations. It was 
Fluff who answered.

"I've not seen you for a long time either. Not since Oriental 
Fuckers. When I had to stand in for you in the shit-eating shot..."

Susan grimaced. She remembered that scene. It was one she'd insisted 
that a stand-in would have to do. She hoped Fluff wouldn't hold it 
against her. However, there seemed to be no recrimination, and it took 
very little persuasion on her part to get the two girls to come back with 
her to the flat she shared with Charlotte and Josephine, knowing that 
neither of them were at all likely to be there when she got there. Amna 
was still very reserved, but Susan admired her body and learnt from 
Fluff just how much and how expensively it had been resculptured. 
She wasn't sure that she saw much need to do so much body 
remodelling; but then it was something she'd never needed at all in her 
career as her very lack of feminine attributes was what had most 
contributed towards the success of her career. She thought though that 
the extremes of depilation and breast enhancement that Amna had 
endured probably pushed her rather too far towards rather specialist 
taste and potentially limited her repertoire.

Susan still preferred to be watched and admired while making love, 
although she'd more often succeeded in enjoying unobserved sex than 
she'd once been able to. But with such new lovers as Amna and Fluff, 
she preferred to be watched by one while she indulged in sex with the 
other. Her affection for Amna was greatly increased when she 
volunteered to watch she and Fluff make love, once Susan had 
explained to them her preferences. So selfless! And she understood 
Fluff's own irrepressible sex drive so well. Although it was Amna's 
body she most coveted, it was by Amna she most wished to be 
admired, and so her own desires were to be the most satisfied. She 
knew that as Fluff licked, probed, fingered and kissed her, it would be 
Amna's eyes which were following the action and it was Amna at 
whom she could gaze while her cunt was being caressed,  sucked and 
prodded.

It was easy to guess Fluff's own preferences from the penises she had 
tattooed on her face, her arms and the one on her back with Amna's 
name ornately composed by the semen spurting from the massive 
tattooed penis between her shoulder blades. With Fluff's prompting, 
she put her dildo on and thrust it deep inside Fluff's cunt who arched 
back, slightly whining with pleasure as Susan thrust again and again, 
the images of Charlotte's male lovers flashing joyfully across her mind 
as her buttocks trembled and shimmered. She smiled deliriously at 
Amna who was watching naked with her enormous breasts and the full 
aureate glow of her sizeable artificially firm nipples. She grinned and 
Amna grinned back, but quite clearly with rather less enthusiasm. It 
flashed across Susan's mind that the girl probably wanted to be fucked 
herself.

She eased the dildo out from Fluff's cunt, moist with the girl's juices 
and with the sweat of their bodies shining in the light cast by the 
standard lamp. She whispered briefly to Fluff, and crawled over her 
prostrate body to Amna, followed by the equally predatory Fluff. Her 
passion for Amna could no longer be sublimated. She threw herself on 
Amna's body taking an enormous nipple in her teeth, and plunging her 
fingers into the smooth and warm and ready gash of her cunt, and then 
her dildo plunged straight in, under the shop girl's own dildo which 
pushed hard against her slim waist. And then she pushed and pushed, 
watching Amna's body tremble with delight, drawing gasps of 
pleasure as it eased itself into the well-practised interior.

And finally, they slumped together, exhausted, Fluff, Amna and 
herself, their bodies pouring perspiration and a strong smell of vaginal 
juices permeating the air, and pubic hair tangled in the teeth and a sour 
taste on all the tongues. Fluff lay back, a smile just discernible on the 
dense tattoo on her face: her small breasts and long nipples hard and 
excited. Susan leaned over Amna, and stroked her shoulder and 
breasts, while a finger probed idly around the entrance to her cunt.

"You've certainly come a long way since your first screen test, 
Amna," she remarked admiringly. "You really didn't have anything 
like the passion and abandon you have now."

Amna smiled sadly. She stroked Fluff's arm around the tattoo of an 
ejaculating penis. "It's all thanks to Fluff. Thanks to her I've learnt to 
enjoy sex."

"But surely Fatima's help and assistance must have contributed 
something as well?"

"Fatima?"

"Yes. Your agent. She's given you so much coaching. And she's paid 
so much attention to your body. You're so slim where it should be 
slim and so full where it should be so. Fatima's surely done her bit 
towards improving your sexual ..."

"How do you know about Fatima?"

Susan smiled. "What don't I know about Fatima! She's always here. 
She's got more energy than most porn stars. And she likes it long and 
hard. Men or women it's much the same to her. Though I think it 
might be the men she likes best. The ones that Charlotte and Josephine 
bring her anyway. She's been the nearest to a girlfriend I've ever really 
had..."

"Fatima comes here?"

"Of course, she does. Didn't you know? Not so much recently, but still 
often enough. She's a good agent, I'm sure. She certainly does her 
homework..."

"With you? She makes love to you?"

"Well, what do you expect her to do?"

"How long's this been going on for?"

"Oh, months! Ever since she started being your agent. She talks about 
you ever so much. She really cares about your career. She's always ..."

"Fatima comes here. To your flat. And she makes love to you. All this 
time and ..." Amna suddenly burst into tears, pushed herself off Susan 
and Fluff and stood slightly apart. Susan became aware that perhaps 
there was something about this discovery that especially disturbed her. 
Was it do with all those films, videos and posters of her in Amna's 
room.

"Don't worry, Amna dear. It's not ..."

"Fatima! The bastard! The cunt! The traitor!" Suddenly cried Amna, 
jumping up, picking up her few clothes and running off. Both Susan 
and Fluff were taken by surprise as she disappeared, the flat door 
slamming behind her.

"What's the matter? What have I said?" Susan wondered.

Fluff snuggled up to her, grasping Susan's dildo in her hand. "Nothing 
that shouldn't have been said a long time ago!" She said with a smile, 
steering the dildo back towards her cunt.

Fatima's friend Khadija was a tall, statuesque woman with light brown 
skin, long black hair and dressed at the moment in silky lingerie as she 
relaxed in Fatima's flat and no longer needed the protection of her 
scarf and long dress. Fatima dressed much less modestly: her brassiere 
was cut so low that her nipples couldn't possibly be covered by their 
lace and her panties split across the crotch so that her crotch was 
revealed whenever she uncrossed her legs. She also wore the black 
silk stockings she so rarely removed, but had discarded her shoes. 
Khadija had become accustomed to her friend's new boldness: one 
which had become so much more pronounced since the day she'd first 
enticed her into bed, and introduced her to a mode of pleasure-making 
she enjoyed so much more than the five minute fucks her divorced 
husband had been content with. It took some effort for her to accept 
the terms of their relationship, aware that her friend shared her body 
with other women and sometimes with men, but it scarcely lessened 
her appetite for Fatima's body.

The doorbell rang. Loud and insistently. It then rang again, this time 
for even longer. "Who could that be?" Wondered Fatima angrily. "Do 
you want to answer the door for me, Khaddie dearest, and find out 
who it is?"

Khadija nodded. It would be unrealistic to expect Fatima to answer, 
dressed as she was, but it was only as she opened the door she 
reflected that she too was rather immodestly dressed. She hoped the 
visitor wasn't a man. She was therefore initially quite pleased to find 
that it was a girl: but what a girl! She was dark-skinned, but still 
unmistakeably Asian, with very large breasts under a strangely 
designed slip and, most grotesquely, a huge dildo strapped around her 
crotch, obscuring her pubic region.

"Where is she? Where's Fatima?" The girl demanded, pushing straight 
past Khadija and charging into the living room. Khadija was taken 
aback, but she recalled it was Amna, Salim's niece, whom she'd met 
at her house. The girl had changed, she was sure. Where had those 
breasts come from? And the lips and cheeks seemed different 
somehow, not to mention the round buttocks and the slim waist. 
Khadija wandered into the living room where a tearful Amna was 
railing at an impassive Fatima.

"So all these months, while I've been doing whatever you told me to 
... while I've had my tits and arse pumped up and lost all my pubic 
hair ... you've been fucking Susan who you know I've always ... who 
you knew was the one ..."

"I really don't know what business it is of yours to dictate who I 
should ..."

"It's not just anyone. It's Susan. You've been deceiving me. While 
I've been idolising her, you've been fucking her. While I've ..."

"I've not been deceiving you, Amna. I've simply not been informing 
you. Do you tell me about everyone you make love with? Did you ask 
my permission to hang around with your prick faced fluffer girlfriend? 
I'm your agent, not your fucking ..."

"It's different. It's not the same thing at all! Susan's not anyone. It's 
because of her that I ..."

"And haven't I helped you in your career ambitions? Haven't I helped 
you in every way possible? The work-outs to keep you slim and fit. 
The diets I've persuaded you to take. All the care I've taken on your 
appearance ..."

"You've just made me into a fucking freak. Look at me! Look at 
these!" Amna impulsively pulled off her slip, revealing the breasts that 
she had hidden so ineptly underneath. Khadija was impressed and 
slightly aroused by the size of them. So round and full and the nipples 
so well formed and precise. "I'm just a freak!"

"Of course you're not a freak!" Smiled Fatima. "You're beautiful. 
Desirable. And it's thanks to me you are. What do you think, Khadija? 
What do you think of Amna's body? Don't you think she's beautiful? 
Doesn't the mere sight of her make you feel hot?"

Khadija was certainly aroused by Amna's body, but she felt no less 
guilty for it. However, it was obvious that there her body was a little 
unnatural. The breasts were almost too perfect, the contours were 
almost too exaggerated. Was this all the result of cosmetic surgery? 
she wondered. "Yes," she agreed breathlessly. "She's very attractive!"

"Don't you just want to touch those breasts? Take them in your hands. 
Caress them with your tongue? Don't they arouse you?"

Khadija nodded.

"You can of course. You don't mind, do you Amna? Khadija can feel 
the firmness of your bosoms. See what a woman you've become."

Amna nodded expressionlessly. 

"Go ahead then, Khadija. Don't feel embarrassed."

Khadija was embarrassed of course. The only woman she'd ever 
touched before was Fatima, and that was after a lot of persuasion and 
coaxing. But Khadija approached Amna, her hands stretched out in 
front of her, and felt the weight of the warm fleshy mounds in her 
palms.

"Put your tongue on them. Feel the nipples with your lips."

Khadija abruptly removed her hands. "Oh! I couldn't do that!"

"Why not? Amna wouldn't mind. She makes love every day. If not 
with Fluff or Salim or me, then with someone on the set of her fuck 
films. It's nothing to her. In fact, what she enjoys most is fucking with 
that giant dildo of hers. That's what she and her slut girlfriend are 
always doing. You'd like to fuck Khadija, wouldn't you? Push your 
expensive ebony thing up her cunt. Or not even Khadija. How about 
me?"

Fatima leaned back on the armchair and spread her legs. She parted 
the crotch of her panties to reveal the whole beauty of her vagina. 

"Look at this, Amna. It's all yours! It's hot and moist and ready. Go 
ahead! Fuck me! Get that dildo inside me. Pump away! You know it's 
what you like to do most!"

It was then that an abashed Khadija witnessed Amna approach Fatima, 
her dildo erect in front of her, and then with very little ceremony, 
plunge it straight into Fatima's vagina, which easily accepted it, and 
then pump her monstrous buttocks back and forth as she rhythmically 
fucked her friend. Khadija sank into another armchair and watched as 
the buttocks pulsed back and forth. Fatima  grasped Amna close to her 
body, pushing her tongue into Amna's mouth, her angular knees 
spread apart. Part of her was aroused, but more of her was disgusted 
and rather jealous at her friend's explicit and wanton display of lewd 
lasciviousness.

"Don't just watch, Khadija!" Fatima suddenly ordered, clearly not so 
lost in her carnal activities as to forget her friend. "Join in too!"

"I couldn't! I can't!"

"Of course you can! Amna's not a girl to object. Look at her tattoo." 
She indicated Amna's arm on which there was a small tattoo of an 
erect penis with the word Fluff written along the length of it. "Amna 
enjoys it! She wants it!"

Still wearing her lingerie, and smiling foolishly, Khadija approached 
the two women. She placed her palms on Amna's warm sweating back 
and laid her head on the space between her shoulder blades. She felt 
the thrust of Amna's buttocks against her waist,  and closed her eyes. 
She then felt the attention of hands on her body, easing off her slip and 
knickers, caressing her vagina, stroking her proud pointed breasts. She 
kept her eyes closed. She didn't care who it was. The caresses were so 
warm, seductive and comforting. And then, as she'd half-hoped and 
half-dreaded, she felt the long dildo ease into a vagina which since her 
husband's last drunken fuck before they'd divorced was the first time 
it had been penetrated by anything so large or phallic. She surrendered 
herself to the caresses and tongues, feeling more satisfied and aroused 
than ever before.

She slightly opened her eyes, frightened to see the reality of what was 
happening to her, to find that it was indeed Fatima's familiar tasting 
mouth glued to her own and witnessing Amna fucking ecstatically 
above her, the large breasts scarcely moving with each thrust high 
above her face, and Fatima's hands roaming about her nipples. She 
gasped and gasped and then shrieked, surprising herself by the 
intensity of the orgasm that racked her body.



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