Emily Osment Sexy Novels & Stories

“That was you!” “Stop broadcasting! I'm sorry, but please…” Eleonor orders to the crowd, pretending not to pay attention to the drama, “Come on! Please take them to another room… Security, please, guide them out kindly…” Emily hugs her body, feeling suddenly fragile and afraid. Tears run down her face frantically, leaving her makeup a real mess. Everything… Everything is ruined! How could he do this? How could Theodor record it… … Wasn't it enough to make me feel dirty enough for having sex with a man who was thinking about Eleonor?

Emily stood in front of the large mirror, staring at the red dress she held with hesitation. The dress, adorned with pearl straps, was stunning and undeniably sexy. She hesitated to try it on because the low-cut neckline might expose her ample cleavage. "Try it on, Em. It looks beautiful," Eleanor encouraged, already dressed in her black gown. Emily nodded slowly. "Okay," she said, removing her kimono and deciding to try on the dress. Once she put it on, she was surprised at how perfectly it fit. The bright color and elegant cut made her look incredibly beautiful and sexy.

I said, before pulling her down from the counter and making her stare at her hickeys-ridden reflection. Pulling her dress downward completely, I trailed open-mouthed kisses down her nape, my hands gripping Emily's waist into position as she arched her back against me. “Do you even know how sexy you are, buttercup?” I asked, stroking her wet core from the back. In response, Emily mewled as she closed her eyes and pursed her lips into a thin line, completely gone from salacious arousal. “Open your eyes and answer me, buttercup,” I hurled, and she instantly obliged, although her eyes were droopy with horniness.

"You absolutely do. Like at O'Malley's? When he showed up and practically dragged you out of there? I thought you two were going to start fucking right in the bar." My face heated at the memory. The way Alexander had looked that night, furious and possessive, had stirred something primal in me. "Look, all I'm saying is he's going to love this," Emilia said, gesturing to the negligee. "And it's going to drive him fucking wild. Especially with your tits." "What's wrong with my breasts?" I asked defensively. "Nothing! They're fantastic. And this," she held up the negligee, "will make them look even better. He won't be able to keep his hands off them."

That afternoon Emma called to tell him she was on her way, he had already instructed his secretary to let her come in once she once was around. Emma entered Leslie's office with a confident stride, exuding an aura of sophistication and allure. Her cobalt blue chiffon flare mini dress accentuated her curves, while the matching strappy heels added a touch of elegance. Her minimal makeup highlighted her natural beauty, and her long hair was pulled back into a high ponytail showcasing her graceful neck. As she sat down across from Leslie, the atmosphere in the room seemed to shift, becoming charged with an undeniable sexual tension. The air crackled with anticipation, as if an invisible current

Ella is fidgeting with the hem of her dress, looking back and forth between her sons and the lewd. ‘My Fiance, Sugarcup. Could you not stay away for a minute?’ Juicy…ahem! Quincy immediately smiles as he stands up to receive a hazelnut-head slender vampiress. Emily, for my utmost discomfort, is a drop-dead stunning vampiress who could have walked out of a fashion and skincare magazine cover. Tall, petite, pale, high-bridge nose, big doe eyes, and plump lips—she does not look a day older than twenty-five and a granddaughter figure in the arms of the son of a blood-sucking bitch!

**Emily’s POV** Several misshapen Images played before my eyes like a broken stereo tape; even some of them played and replayed over and over again as if they were trying to pass some sort of secret message across to me. One of them caught my attention though, and it was one of Alexander in his office with a particularly beautiful blondie straddling him on his office chair while he in turn did tons of r-rated things to her body. The scene playing out in front of me sent wild angry shivers down the length of my body, infuriating me even more than I already was.

“Show every sister how pink and sloppy that freshman cunt already is.” Six pairs of hungry eyes locked onto Emma’s exposed pussy. Her tiny black dress had ridden up to her waist. Her soaked panties were still shoved to the side, the thin cotton clinging obscenely to one puffy lip. Clear strands of arousal stretched from her hole to her inner thighs, glistening in the candlelight. She was completely, shamefully on display. The first senior stepped forward, a curvy redhead named Scarlett with full, heavy tits and a wicked smile. She dropped to her knees between Emma’s spread thighs without a word.

Her virgin a*s didn’t know what was happening. “It’s okay, Emily. Release yourself! C*m for me, sweetheart!” Brian replied, his voice was hoarse and seductive. “AHH!” With a loud moan, within a minute her body shivered and she had her first o*gasm. Emily’s head fell back in pleasure and her eyes rolled on the back of her head.

“All of them. Right now. I don’t want any accidents. I’m not getting trapped with a baby, not with anyone.” Emily sat up slowly, still flushed and glowing from their intense session. She picked up the packet obediently, popped out the pills, and swallowed them dry without hesitation. Emily was a greedy woman who only cared about her appearance. She knew when the right now to trap Tom would be, it certainly wasn't now. She then opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue to show Tom it was completely empty. “See? All gone. No baby. Just us, Tom. Exactly how you want it.”