Emmy whimpers helplessly. Jack slowly slips the tip of his cock in, already loving how tight it feels around him. Emmy whimpers softly as she feels it go in. “Yeah… Take it.” Jack exhales in an aroused tone as he moves in closer to her and grips her tight ass cheeks. Most of his cock disappears into her tight hole. Jack breathes harder as he slowly pumps in and out. Emmy grips the bed sheets, moaning out as she feels the pain begin to subside. Jack’s hands roughly rub and squeeze her ass cheeks. His right hand winds back to come crashing down with a thunderous slap on her petite, tight ass. Emmy helplessly cries out in pain. Jack loves it. He spreads his legs a bit and begins to lower himself onto her back, plunging inside her deeper. Emmy grips the sheets, arching her head back and whimpering, her eyes slamming shut. Jack’s left hand grabs the back of her neck hard as he continues to pump into her petite body. His face inches away from her ear, he begins to groan aggressively. His left hand pulls back on her hair, forcing her to rise her head. He methodically pumps into Emmy’s tight ass, accenting each hard thrust with a dominant groan into her ear. He slams down into her hard, causing her ass to collapse onto the bed. She whimpers out in pain. He picks up the pace, feeling his cock throb inside her firm hole. The bed creaks. He grips her hair, then covers her mouth with his right hand. “Dirty fucking slut.” He hisses aggressively into her ear. Emmy whimpers are muffled. She can feel his increasing breath. “Stupid worthless whore…” He barely utters through his breathing, feeling the cum build up in his balls. “What happened to you, huh? You get raped? Huh?!” He aggressively bellows into her ear. “Well I’m glad for whatever happened that made you a fucked up whore who gets used by old men for money…” He pants more. Emmy’s eyes roll back as he pounds into her harder and faster. His right hand now moves to her neck and begins choking her. He begins groaning and growling between his teeth as his cock begins to erupt inside her ass. He slows down as he pumps his cum into her. The grip on her hair and throat loosen. He pants on top of her, the surging orgasm shooting up from his loins. He begins slowly petting her hair, still deep inside her. “You OK?” He says through his panting, kissing her on the head.
“Mhmm…” Emmy whimpers as she pants as well.
“That was so good, baby.” Jack says quietly as he kisses her on the head, then kisses her neck softly while petting her head. He slowly pulls out and gets off the bed. Emmy lays there, her body feeling freshly used. Her mind slowly comes out of her trance. That might have been the best sex she’s ever had.
A few minutes later they’ve both cleaned themselves up. “I’ll call you a car service and put it on my account.” Jack says to her as she exits the bathroom, fully clothed.
“Thanks.” Emmy smiles, her body still recovering. The anal was a bit rough but it felt good to be used, it felt good to please him. And the orgasm she had prior to that was unlike any she had before.
“No problem.” Jack casually smiles back. Afterwards he opens up the curtains and takes a deep breath. Emmy walks up to his side as he stares out the tall windows. “That was great.” His head turns to her. “Did you like it?”
“Yeah. I never had an orgasm like that before I don’t think.” Emmy stares out the window at the lit up city.
“Really?” Jack chuckles. “You were amazing. I’m going to give you my card so maybe we can do this again some time.” He takes out his wallet.
“OK.” Emmy nods as she receives the card.
“You should consider going professional. I know an agency that will take care of you. You should be making high class escort money and be taken care of as such. I know you’re new, but take this card and ask for Annie.” He hands her another card. “Don’t worry, it’s very safe. A lot safer and secure than what you’re doing now. You’re too good for those shady websites.”
“Um, OK, thanks.” Emmy smiles as she takes the card and puts it in her purse.
“The car is waiting so you should get going.” Jack says as he leads her to the door.
“Well, um, bye!” Emmy smiles up at him.
“Take care, sweetheart. It was nice seeing you. You’re amazing, Hayley.” Jack smiles down at her as his arms wrap around her petite frame. He kisses her on the head as he hugs her.
“Bye…” Emmy smiles back up to him before leaving. She exits his room and begins the long walk down the hotel hall. She feels a mixture of emotions, ranging from confidence and shame. She feels good about the sex itself and the compliments, as well as the referral to a professional high-end escort agency. However, she cannot help but feel used and dirty.
Emmy enters her uncle’s home, where she’s been staying, trying to forget her feelings of guilt as she quietly shuts the door. “Hey.” She speaks casually as she walks past the nearby kitchen where Chris, her protective uncle, sits. She notices a glass of liquor on the table in front of him as he sits in contemplation, arms folded. It’s atypical of him as he rarely drinks.
“Hi.” Chris responds quietly, looking ahead, a very stern look on his face. “Where were you?” His voice speaks louder, breaking his far-away stare and turning to look at her.
Emmy stops in her tracks, turning to him. “Oh, uh, I was at my friend’s…” She replies nonchalantly. He normally doesn’t ask her such a thing.
“Oh…” He says as he nods slightly, his hand running over the whiskers around his mouth before he drinks from the glass. Emmy stands there for a moment, feeling a certain vibe from him, then continues down the hall.
Emmy returns a few moments later and opens the refrigerator to grab a drink as Chris continues to stir, clenching his fist on the table. “Wait.” His voice utters as she begins to leave his view. Emmy stops, turning back. Chris gets up, staring at her. “Sit.”
Chris takes a few steps toward the nearby window as Emmy dutifully sits, her heart sinking a little. She ponders what’s going on, what his tone means. Emmy stares at her uncle’s back as he gazes out the window for a moment. He takes a deep breath then turns around to face his curious niece. Their eyes meet, his glare meets her uneasy expression. Chris begins to finally break the silence. “Who am I?” He asks.
“Uh…” Emmy responds in a confused tone.
“Who am I to you?” Chris repeats calmly.
“Uh,” Emmy giggles slightly in a nervous way, “my uncle?”
“Your uncle who has done nothing but try to help you, to be there for you, to be the one constant in your life that you could always rely on.” Chris says, his voice getting notably more unhinged as he leans over the wooden chair across from her, gripping the top as he stares down at her. Emmy’s heart sinks further, her mind racing with possible explanations. “And what do I do?”
Emmy hesitates under the tension. “Uh,”
“What do I do?!” Chris nearly shouts, his eyes widening and his breathing increasing.
“You’re a police sergeant.” Emmy utters hastily, flinching at his outburst.
“And as a police sergeant it’s my job to stop crime, is it not?” Chris continues. “Is it not?” He emphasizes.