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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty Five {Bradley Stoke} {FF Ff}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 45 of 50
Keywords: FF Ff
Short Summary: Tanya's influence on Emma and Maisie becomes more
prominent.


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. 


For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www


Previously
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Tanya becomes a lover for both Emma and Maisie.


Chapter Forty Five
==================


Emma was delighted that Tanya had become a frequent visitor to her 
suburban home. She had come to love Tanya's body, although she 
wasn't so sure how well she loved or even knew Tanya's mind. But 
there was nothing about her that seemed anything other than the 
perfect lover: always devoted to her, passionate in bed, and the only 
person outside of work with whom she could discuss her job. She 
hadn't realised just how much difference it made to have someone to 
talk to who was as passionate and informed about television 
management and programme production as Tanya was. She bubbled 
with so many good ideas, and Emma was pleased to do whatever she 
could to help further the television career of someone who she had 
come to view as her protege. She spoke to producers and other 
executives about Tanya's beauty and her television presentation skills, 
based, she was sure, not just on her affection for the girl but also on an 
objective appraisal of her abilities from the many times she'd watched 
her in the Harlot TV studios. She was aware that her reputation for 
quality production and her famous naturist and vegetarian credentials 
gave her judgment rather more weight than the opinion of many 
others.

While Emma did what she could to further Tanya's career, her lover 
seemed not only incredibly grateful (expressing her gratitude for each 
new appointment or pay rise with the most passionate lovemaking), 
but she never seemed satisfied. On the one hand she expressed the 
opinion that Emma was seeing too much in her modest talent, and that 
she really did not deserve her good fortune. On the other hand, it was 
invariably Tanya who would put the seeds in Emma's mind of another 
area in the Harlot TV hierarchy of presenters where her skills could be 
even better used. Emma loved helping Tanya's career. And she loved 
the rewards she gained from her assistance when the two of them 
retreated to Emma's large bed and she could enjoy once again that 
slender frame, the perfect torso and the skills of a lover who 
nonetheless was carefully not to indulge in any of Emma's rougher 
sexual practices.

"I don't want to appear in front of the camera covered in bruises," she 
explained. "That would be most unprofessional. As I'm sure you 
agree."

Emma agreed sadly, but the quality of the other sex they enjoyed 
together was passionate and raw enough, tiring her out and leaving her 
waking up every morning with the sweet smell of sweat and vaginal 
discharge. Sex with Tanya was addictive, and Emma was addicted.

Emma was concerned about how Maisie would view her new lover. 
She spoke to Maisie about it on one of those several nights in the week 
when Maisie was at home and Tanya was elsewhere. She reminded 
Maisie of her own sex life away from Emma with her own other 
boyfriends and girlfriends, not to mention the sex she so often enjoyed 
in front of the camera. She was secretly pleased but also worried by 
Maisie's brief show of jealousy. It was satisfying that her young lover 
was still so desirous of her, and enjoyed the passionate lovemaking 
that followed their discussion as she reassured the girl that her love for 
her was in no way displaced by her love for the older woman, however 
beautiful she was. 

She expressed her concerns about Maisie to Tanya and was pleased 
when her older lover suggested that the three of them should make 
love together as a means of ensuring that Maisie would not become 
more jealous and see her as some kind of a rival for Emma's love. 
"After all, it's clear to me that although you are first in my affections, 
she is first in yours. And I wouldn't like to be responsible, however 
unintentionally, in any lessening of her love for you."

And so it was that Tanya and Emma invited Maisie to make love as a 
threesome in Emma's bed. Maisie readily agreed. She enjoyed her 
conversations with Tanya, and had heard from Rochester what a good 
lover she was. In fact, she knew that Rochester was still depressed 
about Tanya leaving him for Emma, which actually made her feel the 
more keen to get to know Tanya better. She found Emma's other lover 
very beautiful, and of course she'd become quite accustomed to seeing 
her naked around the house. She knew that Tanya was not really a 
naturist, but she was aware that Emma preferred nudity in the home. 
Maisie loved the sight of Tanya's trimmed vagina, the long slim legs 
and the way she would sit on the sofa, a broad toothy smile on her face 
as she listened to Maisie talking about the pop groups she listened to, 
the films she watched and the other people she worked with. In fact, 
Tanya seemed tremendously knowledgeable about teenage interests 
for such an older woman, but Maisie reckoned that was almost 
certainly a result of her relationship with Rochester. In fact, even 
though it was Tanya and not the boy who had brought the relationship 
to an end, she was curiously solicitous as to his welfare and was 
remarkably sympathetic about his apparent heartbreak. 

As all three girls were already naked, there was very little prelude to 
the girls' first lovemaking together. Maisie was escorted between the 
two older, taller women, an arm from each around her shoulders and 
around each others', and her arms around their waists. And then into 
the tastefully restrained decor of Emma's bedroom, onto the large bed 
where Emma and she had spent so many nights together, her arms 
around Emma, and Emma's tongue between her legs. Maisie lay 
down, slightly nervously, as she always was when she was about to 
make love with someone new and different, and enjoyed the attention 
of the two older women as they stroked and kissed her, their show of 
affection for her punctuated by displays of love towards each other. 
Emma's mouth opened with a slight gasp and plunged her lips onto 
Tanya's lips, while her hands traced Maisie's small, not yet fully 
grown, breasts. And then the mouth transferred itself to her own 
crotch, while Tanya's tongue entered Maisie's mouth. It tasted so 
sweet, the teeth nibbled gently on her tongue and lips and her body 
shivered with the massaging of four hands as they trailed around her 
thighs, round her buttocks, around her back.

Bit by bit, the lovemaking became more intense. Maisie began 
reciprocating the love shown her with more passion. Her tongue licked 
the smooth folds of Tanya's vagina, while her eyes explored the 
gorgeous contours and the evenly tanned flesh of Emma's older lover. 
Meanwhile, two tongues and two pairs of lips explored and probed her 
own vagina and anus. And then fingers entered and explored, while 
Maisie pushed in as many fingers as she dared into the forbiddingly 
perfect orifices of Tanya's lower regions. And, inevitably, spasms and 
tremors of orgasmic pleasure rose and crashed and rose again, as the 
passion became ever more urgent, ever more daring and ever hotter 
and sweatier.

 From then on, those evenings when both Tanya and Maisie were at 
home became nights when with Emma the three girls enjoyed nights 
of passion which both Emma and Maisie found they came to enjoy 
more than those nights when there were just the two of them. Indeed, 
for Emma, sex with Maisie had actually become more frequent now 
that Tanya was around. She almost felt guilty on those nights when 
Maisie was visiting her friends or staying with her mother, and on 
which occasions only she and Tanya made love together. It was those 
nights, however, when Tanya and she would talk about Tanya's career 
and how, with Emma's help she was getting more responsible and 
lucrative production roles and taking a more starring role in the 
television shows she co-hosted, or was even the sole presenter. Emma 
felt proud of her role as Tanya's mentor, although she guessed that 
other presenters and producers on Harlot TV, no doubt equally as 
talented, resented Emma's part in Tanya's career tangent.

However, Emma needn't have felt guilty about Maisie's absence from 
these nights of passion. Tanya had taken to watching Emma's younger 
lover at work, as Maisie was pleased to see. She always preferred it 
when someone who loved her took a direct interest in her work. The 
sex on screen was always the more passionate, her sexual techniques 
the sharper, knowing that either Emma or Tanya were in the wings 
watching her. 

After one show, as Maisie left the studio, wiping the rich smelling 
cream of semen from her chin and lips, she was surprised to see Tanya 
waiting for her just outside her dressing room. Normally, Tanya kept a 
discreet distance, perhaps waving at her or smiling encouragingly, but 
not normally to be found in the areas reserved for the stars. She ran up 
to Tanya, crumbs of semen baked on the back of her hands, and kissed 
her lover full on the lips. "What did you think of my performance? 
Jimmy Ratchet was great, wasn't he? I just didn't know I could get so 
much dick in my mouth!"

Tanya trailed a hand over Maisie's bare shoulder and an arm around 
her waist. She smiled at Maisie. "Just looking at you made me feel 
hot!" she said uncharacteristically. "That's why I thought I'd wait for 
you here."

"Really!?" exclaimed Maisie. She knew that Tanya was a good lover, 
but she'd never thought that she actually loved her. She always 
thought that it was only because of Emma that she and Tanya ever 
enjoyed making love together. She studied Tanya's trim figure: the 
waist as always uncovered from marginally below the hips up to just 
above the heave of her apple-shaped breasts. Those classic curves! 
That clear golden skin! And the smile: teeth so white, eyes so 
libidinous (if faintly calculating), and the cheeks puffed out by the 
broadness of her smile. Tanya gently squeezed one of Maisie's sweet 
round buttocks, and her face and mouth descended onto Maisie's.

"Shall we?" she asked.

"Here? In the corridor?"

"No, silly! What have you stars got private dressing rooms for?"

Maisie knew that in her case it wasn't really for dressing. She wore 
very few clothes on set, and those that she did covered very little of 
her, and rarely any of those assets which most people kept hidden. 
However, it was here that her hair was combed and brushed, make-up 
discreetly applied on her face, nipples and the rest of her. After a 
show, Maisie normally just cleaned off whatever stickiness and sweat 
was still clinging to her body, before picking up the shoulder bag 
where she kept her music player and headphones, and what few 
clothes might be necessary should she venture into the streets outside 
the television studios. This time she knew that the dressing room 
would be serving quite a different purpose, as still hugging each other, 
Tanya pushed open the door and the two of them rolled into its 
confines.

Maisie looked at their reflection in the wall-length mirror as they 
cuddled by the door. Tanya so much taller than her: taller indeed than 
most fully grown women. The serpentine curves of her body against 
Maisie's youthful slender frame. And then as Tanya eased down her 
shorts and unclasped her top, the full uninterrupted view of  Tanya's 
beauty. Still the most beautiful woman Maisie had made love to. More 
beautiful even than Emma, whom she so dearly loved.

The girls clung together and fell onto the floor and rolled around on 
the carpeted floor together. Tanya's tongue probing into the smooth 
crevices of Maisie's vagina, her hands grasping her buttocks, her 
fingers insinuating themselves into her arse. Maisie groaned and 
moaned, unable to compete in the artistry of lovemaking, surrendering 
herself to Tanya's tongue, teeth, fingers and flesh. Sweat poured down 
her chest, her nipples shone in the harsh neon of the dressing room 
lights, her tongue ached from its exertions in Tanya's own crotch: the 
taste of Tanya's vagina rich in her nose. And then back against the 
mirror, with Tanya pushing crotch against crotch, the two of them 
standing. Maisie moaned and shook her head, vaguely conscious 
through the spasms of ecstasy shaking through her frame of her lover 
examining her own reflection in the mirror with a curiously 
dispassionate vanity. 

Tanya pursed her lips and tenderly kissed Maisie on the cheek and ear. 
"We must do this again," she said.

"We must! We must!" gasped Maisie, as Tanya gently eased herself 
down her body, her tongue trailing down her face, throat, breasts, 
stomach, and finally to where it was somehow most at home, 
slobbering and prodding about in Maisie's crotch.

Their sessions of lovemaking together without Emma's knowledge or 
prior consent became more frequent. Maisie looked forward to those 
occasions when she and Tanya met at work, and even at home there 
would be times when Emma was in another room or working late that 
the two of them would exchange kisses and caresses. And sometimes, 
when it seemed that Emma would never find out, more passionate 
sessions.

There inevitably came the occasion when Tanya invited Maisie to stay 
the night with her at her flat with the excuse that Rochester, Maisie's 
own-time co-presenter, was also visiting. This was an opportunity that 
Maisie couldn't refuse. Much as she loved the attentions of her female 
lovers she also enjoyed the rather different passion and the very 
different sex that a male lover provided. But she and Tanya colluded, 
on Tanya's suggestion, to hide the exact nature of their separate nights 
away from Emma. 

Maisie enjoyed her night with Tanya. Her flat was different to Emma's 
house. So much closer to the centre of town and all its attractions, and 
the decor was so different from Emma's. None of that ethnic furniture 
that Maisie thought so tacky, none of those rugs and cushions which 
made Emma's home so miscellaneous and inconsistent, and paintings 
and pictures more figurative and somehow more urban. And sex with 
Rochester as great. Even though he was only a bit older than Maisie 
herself, he had the sex skills of a practised porn star, as he now was 
since he'd got a part as the difficult nephew in the new soap opera, 
Connecticut Square. 

It was clear that his prick felt more at home inside Tanya than inside 
her, and he kept trying to grab more of Tanya's attention than hers, but 
Tanya would have none of this. She only allowed him inside her once 
Maisie was fully satisfied. She loved the taste of cock, she loved its 
thrust in her groin and she loved the feel of Rochester's body against 
her. She joined Tanya as the two of them took his erect penis in their 
hands and their two mouths worked at its stiff length, their two moist 
and dripping tongues touching against the other, and their lips parting 
to allow both tongue and prick to enter. However, Rochester was less 
than pleased as, the lovemaking progressing, Tanya's tongue and 
mouth found its way to Maisie's crotch more often than it did to his 
own, however tumescent and however much he clearly needed it.

Emma was not sure when her idyllic menage a trois became less 
idyllic. It was certainly after the board meeting where Emma proposed 
that Tanya should take a senior position within the Harlot TV 
hierarchy in a role at least as senior as her own. She was surprised by 
how readily her proposal was accepted by the other members of the 
board. She'd somehow imagined that there would be more opposition, 
particularly as Tanya's rise had been so meteoric, unlike her own and 
unlike that of most of her colleagues. She was also taken aback by 
how strong the support was amongst the male majority, not suspecting 
that Tanya was quite capable of petitioning on her own behalf both in 
the bed and out. It was scarcely unanimous. One or two members 
protested that Tanya's administrative skills hadn't yet had the 
opportunity to mature, and others that as a presenter she was good, but 
not  really that good. However, they all concurred when the oldest 
member of the board, who was at least in his sixties opined that 
whatever else Tanya was she was a good fuck, and anyone as good a 
fuck as her deserved to get on in the organisation.

Emma began to notice that her lovemaking sessions with Tanya only 
ever happened with Maisie: she and Tanya never made love alone. 
And, reluctantly, she was aware that the passion that Tanya showed for 
Maisie was exceeding that she'd ever shown for Emma, and indeed 
that the passion she expressed towards Emma was less than it had 
been: even in the deepest throes, even when dildos were deep inside 
either of them, even when Emma was orgasming in the delirious, 
unfocussed, helpless way that came on her when she was most taken 
away by the exertions of sex.

And there were the increasing numbers of evening when she was 
alone. When both Tanya and Maisie were elsewhere. She might have 
suspected they were together, but Maisie had, anyway, often stayed 
away from home at night long before Tanya became a significant 
player, and she readily accepted Tanya's explanations that her 
increased workload was taking up her evenings. But even when only 
Maisie was there, and the two were embracing in her bed, there was 
less of the old passion.

Maisie herself was becoming aware, at first vaguely and then more 
acutely, that her relative passion was becoming greater for Tanya than 
for Emma. Tanya was so much fun to be with. Always showering her 
with gifts like the CDs which although sometimes a bit off the mark 
generally approximated to her taste in music. Something which Emma 
had never done. Such an accomplished and uninhibited lovemaker. 
Never afraid of taking Maisie out to night clubs and restaurants. For 
her, the nightlife of the city was so alluring and so much fun. Whilst 
Emma, however much they'd love each other, had never been so fun. 
She was always so serious, so protective of her lover and young ward. 
And with all those weird eccentricities, like naturism and 
vegetarianism. She could never imagine having such a wild time in a 
night club with Emma, as she and Tanya gyrated and boogied to the 
pumping dance sounds that thundered around her, and her uninhibited 
lovemaking under the flashing lights, not caring at all about the 
lascivious stares of the less bombed-out fellow dancers. She loved the 
feel of Tanya's tongue on her naked body as the chords rose and fell 
on their emotional highs and lows, and she appreciated Tanya's 
empathy on the come down as the effects of the pills and alcohol 
gradually gave way to the inevitable lows and hangovers.

Emma may not have known how much time her lovers were spending 
together without her, but she was noticing the change in her life more 
and more acutely. Her work began to suffer as her emotions conflicted 
with her business. She forgot to attend meetings, she missed deadlines, 
she made more and more mistakes. All the while conscious of Tanya's 
increased presence in Harlot TV's intercinine politics and her ever-
increasing profile within the station.

And then, Tanya stopped visiting her altogether. And at work she was 
polite, but no longer intimate. Emma became more aware of the 
attentions she was attracting and encouraging from the more senior 
people in the Harlot TV hierarchy. She became accustomed to seeing 
Tanya kissing and cuddling other people. And even fucking them, as 
she discovered on a visit to Amelia's office. It wasn't just that she was 
having sex with her one-time lover that appalled her, but her 
unashamedness and the all too obvious intensity of their passion.

"Why don't you visit anymore?" Emma challenged Tanya with an 
effort when the two met by chance at a coffee machine.

Tanya smiled. But distantly, with none of that affection in her face that 
Emma still remembered and cherished so well. "Oh, Emma! I would 
do. But work! You know how it is ."

Emma now knew for sure that she would never sleep with Tanya 
again. But at least she had Maisie to love. Even if she was out so many 
evenings these days. She was a little worried about her young lover. 
When they did meet, she seemed so tired and exhausted. And she 
never seemed to have the energy, or even the inclination, to share 
Emma's ever-welcome bed. This was bad enough, but the next shock 
demonstrated to Emma how much she had lost what she had once had: 
something which had for a while seemed so perfect, and had swollen 
her with pride, lust and contentment. Maisie shyly but firmly 
announced that she was leaving her to live with Tanya.

"With Tanya!" gasped Emma. "I didn't know that you and she were 
still . Or had ever without me . Tell me this isn't true. You and 
she! What about me? I thought I was your lover. All those times you 
. What's happened?"

Maisie was very sad. She had hoped this would never happen, but 
when Tanya had suggested she move in to her city flat, so close to 
everything that was happening, she knew that there was really no 
choice. Emma was no longer what she had been in her eyes anymore. 
And although she knew there was no lessening in Emma's love for 
her: she was a young girl. She had a life ahead of her. She was too 
young to settle down.

"I'm sorry," Maisie sniffed, weeping despite herself. Although it 
wasn't love like it used to be, she still loved Emma. "It's better if I 
leave. I love Tanya. I love her so much. I want to stay with her. It's not 
because I want to leave you. It's because I want to be with Tanya."

Emma cried out loud in despair despite herself. How had this 
happened? How had Tanya, who she'd trusted and loved . How 
could she? Emma grasped Maisie to her chest, hoping that naked body 
against naked body, that somehow everything would be reversed, and 
Maisie would say that she was sorry, that she hadn't meant it, that 
really she still loved Emma more than Tanya.

But it wasn't to be. Maisie disengaged herself from Emma's caress 
politely, but firmly. And after a few embarrassed moments of sniffled 
remorse and apologies, she left Emma's home and spent the night at 
Tanya's flat. The following evening, when Emma came home from a 
miserable, unproductive day at work, she found that all Maisie's 
possessions were gone. On the table was Maisie's house key and a 
scrawled note from the young girl saying: "I love you Emma. But I 
love Tanya more. I'm sure you'll find someone else."

Emma burst into tears and didn't stop crying. She had never wanted 
someone else. She had only ever wanted Maisie. Her first evening 
alone was spent sat naked on the sofa with the company of a bottle of 
gin and the backdrop of a succession of plaintive ballads mournfully 
selected from her CD collection.




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