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A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Exhausted, Ellis struggled in vain to keep his eyes open before he fell asleep with an arm draped over Emily. He slept the sleep of the dead and didn't stir until the sun spilled through the curtains. Emerging from his slumber, vague memories surfaced with him; of reaching for Emily, but unable to find her; a thought she'd left the bed; his phone buzzing. Mingled with fragments of dreams, he could have imagined those recollections.

Propped up on an elbow, Ellis appraised the schoolgirl next to him. Long-blonde hair fanned out over the pillows, eyes closed, angelic face and the hint of a smile on her lips, she appeared so young and at peace. Ellis's morning wood twitched at the visage. If only he had time to fuck her again, however, time wasn't his friend. 7:48 am, the green digits on the hotel clock read, and his first client arrived at nine. Before that, he'd check in on Beth.

Shit, Beth.

Fear shot through Ellis.

Did she suspect his infidelity and had rung to confirm his whereabouts?

Where the hell was his phone?

And what had he done with the hotel receipt?

Tossing the blankets aside, Ellis clambered out of bed, found his trousers and dug out his phone. No missed calls, thank Christ.

What had he expected? Ellis had forbidden Beth to disturb him at work.

Don't get fucking paranoid.

He glanced at Emily, plucked the hotel receipt from his wallet and deposited it in the trash. Evidence discarded and mild stress attack abated, he approached the bed, where Emily had stirred. "Morning," Ellis caressed her cheek, "Sorry, I can't stay and cuddle, but I need to get to work."

Recalling her allusion to showering with her the previous night, Ellis calculated the possibility. " Hop up while I'm in the shower." Unfortunately, he couldn't afford the delay and would jerk off fantasising about it instead, "You can have one while I check out, then we'll say our goodbyes and can meet again at my office this afternoon if you like." Even to Ellis' ears that sounded more like a plea than a request, "I'm free at four, and want to talk to you about us getting away together for a few days."
 
Goddamn, Ellis was needy. Sure, she wanted him this way, wanted him so enraptured by her he couldn’t think straight, but it was exhausting. “Sure, I’ll be there,” she offered with a sleepy smile, but rolled her eyes as soon as he left the room.

While the shower ran, she gathered up her clothes from last night. Ugh, she was going to need another shower once she got home, just to scrub the stench of poverty from her skin. She was definitely going to need a new outfit. Something with a short skirt and knee-high boots. Maybe she could make Ellis pay for it, since he demanded to see her again so soon. Not because she couldn’t afford it, but because it was petty.

Besides, he’d probably like that, wouldn’t he? Watching her model clothes for him while he imagined peeling her out of them. She smirked at the thought, and began working through that plan. If he wanted to taken her on trip for a couple days, he was going to need to get her clothes for the trip.

Check out and leaving the hotel went smoothly, with virtually no one noticing the middle-aged doctor and his teenaged mistress leaving from the same room, or sharing a lingering hug near his car. No one at home had noticed her absence, and no one stopped her, or even cared as she left the house against after four.

She could have taken advantage of this negligence to dress like a whore, in some skimpy outfit that showed off her ripe cleavage to tight midriff or those long, lean legs, but she didn’t. Instead, she opted for a demure white dress with modest heeled sandals. Well-tailored to her figure but not necessarily clinging to her curves. The sort that would have been perfectly appropriate for church. Well, could have, if she’d bothered to wear panties with it. But Ellis didn’t need to know that right away.

“Doctor McHugh?” she called, upon entering the waiting room.
 
"Hey Dear, is your patient okay?"

"The worst is over, but they'll keep her under observation for a few more days. I might have to go back if she relapses." Best to give himself an excuse in advance.

"Poor Ellis, you must be exhausted. Have you slept at all?" Concern in her expression, Beth crossed the kitchen, handed Ellis a mug of coffee and pecked his cheek."

"A little at the Hospital, not much, but I showered and don't feel too tired." Lies tumbled easily from his lips, "How was your night?"

Shortly thereafter, Ellis left the house convinced Beth didn't have a suspicion in the world about his affair.

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Faced with a cramped schedule, Ellis focused on his work; his mind only wandering to Emily during his breaks. That changed when the last of his patients departed at three-thirty and he wandered into the reception area, where Gladys sat behind the counter."

"Yes, Doctor." She glanced up at Ellis, resting his elbows on the counter. A middle-aged mother of three, he'd selected Gladys over two younger and more attractive candidates not only for her maturity, but to allay any concerns from Beth about any ulterior motive behind his choice. Ironic, now that'd taken to screwing a sixteen-year-old patient.

"No more clients, so you can leave for the day and I'll hold the fort here."

"Are you sure?"

"I insist. You've earned a few hours off."

Needing no further encouragement, Gladys expressed her gratitude, collected her bag and scampered from the building before Ellis changed his mind.

Keeping his ears perked and eyes on the clock after he returned to his office, Ellis heard Emily enter and had already risen to his feet before she called out. Striding into the waiting room, his heart fluttered when he saw the white dress, and he swept his gaze down her body. Modestly attired, she still looked a treat, eliciting a twitch of Ellis' cock as memories of the previous night flooded back. "Hey baby," he wrapped his arms around her, palms sliding down to cup her ass, and kissed her lips, "I missed you."

Harbouring the impatience of a child unable to wait for Christmas Day to open the presents under the tree, Ellis didn't waste time with asking Emily about her day. More pressing matters were at hand, and he was confident she'd be as enthralled by his plans for a getaway as he was. "Come into my office." He broke the embrace, and grabbed her hand, "Remember what I mentioned this morning?" Words streamed from his mouth as he tugged her along, "There's a conference in Orlando next week that runs Thursday through Monday I'll book into."

On reaching his office, he released her hand and motioned to the brochures splayed out on the desk, displaying the pristine white sand beaches overlooked by luxurious resorts. "But, we'll spend the time in Miami and go five-star. King-size bed, hot-tub and private pool; the works. I'll fly you down Friday afternoon and back on Sunday so you don't miss school." Screw the expense, he'd claim it as a Tax Deduction. "Don't worry, I've thought up a story for your parents." How could they deny Emily the right to attend a group therapy retreat for survivors. "What do you think?"
 
Now this was more like the treatment she expected. “Should be a lot of fun,” Emily noted, brushing her body against his as she looked over the brochures. After all, it was important to reward the desired behavior with positive reinforcement, so that Ellis would learn exactly how she expected to be treated. “Though, it doesn’t sound like you expect to spend much time outside the room.”

She laughed at her own tawdry joke, knowing there was quite a bit of truth in it. After all, it wasn’t as if they could be out in public as that much, unless he paraded her around as his daughter. That thought did thrill her, though. For people to think they were just a father and daughter in public, no clue that she was riding his cock behind closed doors. She’d have to be sure to scream loud enough at night to get people to talk.

“So, are you asking my parents, or should I?”


Her parents hardly needed any convincing, and even drove her to the airport after class on Friday afternoon. It was a long trip from San Francisco to Orlando, and it was already dark by the time she landed. Ellis was waiting for her at the gate, of course, and she had the most devious idea as she walked up to greet him.

“I missed you so much, daddy!” she said in a high pitched squeal, making sure to make all onlookers uncomfortable as she hugged Ellis extra tight. “I hope you are taking me to dinner, because I am starving.”
 
In the arrivals hall, Ellis's elation at being reunited with Emily dampened when she squealed Daddy loud enough for everyone to hear. With her supple body pressed to his, all eyes turned to the couple, and he realised he'd placed his hands on her ass. Not an appropriate Fatherly embrace. "I missed you too, baby." Shooting Emily a smile that was more a wince, Ellis eased away, "It's your vacation, honey, we can do whatever you want. Come on, the car's outside."

Careful to keep his hands off the teenager, Ellis took her luggage and guided Emily to the exit. Once they'd both entered the hired Ford Capri parked at the kerb, he relaxed. Still, he didn't dare engage Emily in a kiss. "Wait until you see our Hotel," Ellis rested his hand on her knee and made mostly small talk as he drove.

He'd spared no expense. While Beth ran the day-to-day finances, Ellis managed their stock portfolio. It'd taken him minutes online to offload some shares and divert the funds into a new bank account. Ellis has also been smart enough to book a two-roomed suite and mention to staff his daughter would join him.

"Here we are." After reaching the hotel, Ellis escorted her through the lobby. Nerves calmed, he savoured the lascivious stares she garnered from two suited businessmen as he accompanied her past reception. While he'd need to avoid overt displays of affection with the sixteen-year-old, that didn't negate other ways of drawing pleasure from her nubile body in public. Knowing he was the one screwing the schoolgirl while those men could only fantasise about it was an aphrodisiac in itself.

"What do you think, baby?" Ellis opened the door of Suite 105 and gestured for Emily to enter. Five-star luxury; expensive cane lounges and chairs dotted the living area. Two bedrooms, each with a four-poster bed, sat off to each side, and the marble bathroom contained a large, all glass shower and claw-footed bath big enough for three. To the rear, double-glass doors led to a pool and hot-tub surrounded by an eight-feet eight thatch wall that afforded privacy from their neighbours."

"Have you ever seen anything like it?" Door shut behind them, Ellis wrapped his arms around Emily and drew her back to his chest. His lips found her neck, and he kissed up to her ear, nibbling on the lobe. As always when alone with Emily, his cock took over his thinking, "Do you still want to go out to eat, or shall we call room service and stay in. I can show you how much I missed you," Ellis groaned as he pressed his growing erection to her ass. "Did you pack your school uniform like I asked?"
 
"Have you ever seen anything like it?"

It was moments like that that put the difference between his station in life and hers in stark contrast. Ellis was, as far as she could tell, very well off, easily living quite the comfortable life, rarely wanting for much, but still conscientious before making large purchases, like a fancy sports car or new boat. Ellis would have been squarely in the top 1%, albeit, towards the bottom of that designation.

And her father’s wealth made Ellis look downright impoverished.

But Emily saw no point in humiliating the man (that would come later, surely). She was, after all, still teaching him what was expected of him, and how he was to lavish attention upon her. So, while he was living up to her high standards, she would indulge him. “It’s quite fancy,” she said, resisting the urge to deliver the line sarcastically.

"Do you still want to go out to eat, or shall we call room service and stay in. I can show you how much I missed you."

Of course, she still had some work to do, in the “teaching Ellis how she expected to be treated” subject. “I suppose we can order in. I will have a filet mignon, medium with a lobster tail. Oh, and get a bottle of Dom Perignon.” He didn’t say anything, but she could feel the objection in his posture, in his wavering attention. Emily laughed, and preempted his protests. “What? Surely if I am old enough to suck your cock and ride you all night, I’m old enough to have a couple glasses of champagne?”

"Did you pack your school uniform like I asked?"

This time she turned, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Of course I did,” she breathed, letting his feel the words against his chin. Her lips hovered over his, tongue teasing his mouth open, just to retreat and pulled away when he did. Summoning her best school girl giggle, she slinked out of his arms. “Why don’t you order our food, and I will get changed.” If he tried to pursue her, she playfully slapped his hands away, and hefted her overnight bag strap over her shoulder. “I won’t be too long. I promise.”

Of course, “not too long” was still a relative term, and she fully intended to make him wait until after dinner to slake his hunger. After considering a pornified version of her school uniform, Emily instead opted for a more demure look. Really play up the teenage angle, since he seemed so obsessed with that fact. So she picked out plain white cotton panties.

The matching bra was push up, and her breasts strained against her blouse, but nevertheless, she kept it buttoned to the collar. That would be a delight test in anticipation, for later tonight, working each delicate button slowly, and taunting Ellis all the while.

Subtle, natural makeup completed the look, along with high pigtails. The only detail that hinted at the wanton slut that existed within her personified innocence appearance.

Now, just because she was ready was no reason to exit the bathroom. So she sat on the bathroom counter, and played on her phone, while she listened for the arrival of the room service.
 
"I'm glad you like it." Ellis heard nothing but approval in the schoolgirl's tone before he shut the door and embraced her from behind. Confident she'd she'd agree to forgo a restaurant dinner, what he didn't expect was her reply.

"I will have a filet mignon, medium with a lobster tail. Oh, and get a bottle of Dom Perignon."

Ellis stiffened, and he opened his mouth to protest before she giggled and spoke of sucking his cock. Hearing Emily talk dirty got to him every time and stopped any objection in its tracks. Already aroused, when she turned in his arms and her breath ghosting against his lips, Ellis refrained a moan, "You're right, it's not like I never snuck a drink when I was your age."

It wasn't a surprise she'd take advantage of an all expenses paid vacation, and as Emily stated, what would a glass of champagne or two hurt? More to the point, and to Ellis's benefit, alcohol relaxed inhibitions and enhanced loose behaviour. Especially in teenage girls. No, he didn't mind in the slightest.

"Can't wait to see you in it. Change, and I'll call downstairs." After she shifted from his arms, Ellis stood watching her until she disappeared into the bathroom, "I'll be waiting."

"Two filet mignon, medium, with lobster tail and a bottle of Dom Perignon, please." Once he'd ordered, Ellis switched on the television in search of a distraction. However, that didn't work and his impatience increased with each minute she didn't appear.

"You okay, Emily?" Twenty minutes later, Ellis turned off the television and approached the bathroom, trying to keep his tone light, "Haven't drowned in the bathtub, have you?"

"Room Service." A male voice accompanied the knock at the door.

Shit. Ellis' eyes flitted between the bathroom and the entrance. Now wasn't the time for Emily to emerge in her uniform, "Food's here, babe. Give me a minute and I'll get rid of him."

"Evening, Sir." A young man greeted Ellis and gestured for him to step aside and allow the trolley in. Ellis declined to move, asked for the meals, and handed the waiter a tip.

Arms loaded, he eased the door shut and swivelled back to the main room. His jaw dropped and Ellis groaned aloud.

There she was.

Had the waiter seen her?

At that moment Ellis didn't care.

"Holy shit, Emily," Ellis regained the ability to move and walked across to the dining table. While he uncovered the meals and uncorked the champagne, he appraised her from head to toe, "You look stunning. Every man's fantasy." Eager as he'd been to sink his cock into her tight cunt, Ellis realised he'd be content now to soak in her visage for a while first. Which inspired an idea.

"Come eat," Ellis gestured for her to take a seat and poured two glasses of bubbly, "then after dinner, why don't I take some pictures of you?" Voice shaking with excitement at the thought of heading home with a photo album of the sixteen-year-old in all her pig-tailed, uniformed glory, Ellis raised his glass in a toast. "To us," he smiled, and sweetened the deal. "It'll be fun. Pose for me tonight, Emily, and tomorrow we do whatever you want. Your choice, my treat."
 
"You look stunning. Every man's fantasy."

Emily flashed that practiced “Aw shucks, you really think I’m pretty” grin. But his next statement actually caught her off guard, and it was a challenge to keep her jaw from dropping to the floor. God, all the work she was doing to entrap this man probably wasn’t even necessary. Gladly would he had climbed into her web if only to get a little closer to her. She drank a sip of champagne in an attempt to regain her composure and took a seat at the table.

“Pictures, huh? You sure that’s smart?” she asked, carving into her steak. Pink juices ran from the meat and down her chin as she bit into it, and she dabbed her lips with a napkin. “I just don’t want you to get in trouble. I am a minor, after all.” Another sip of champagne punctuated that statement, as if to remind him that he was essentially getting a teenage girl drunk so he could fuck her.

“So, what kinds of pictures are we talking about? I mean, so long as I am keeping my clothes on.” She flashed a smile with that question, and trailed the tip of her toe up his shin. “Maybe I should keep it on all night? While I am on my knees, sucking your cock? Making sure I swallow your cum, so it doesn’t stain my shirt.” She took a bite of lobster then, chewing slowly and methodically while he processed the image in his mind. Would it be enough to make him blow his load in his pants?

“Or, maybe I’ll wear it while I ride you, my skirt fanned over your hips. Breasts straining at my buttons while I slide up and down your dick.” She refilled her glass of champagne this time, enjoying the way the bubbles went straight to her head, and giggled with genuine glee. “How much do you think we could do with it on me?”
 
Gaze locked on the schoolgirl, Ellis smiled as she sipped the champagne. With more debauched appetites consuming his thoughts, he wasn't hungry for food. While she sat and forked a morsel of steak into her mouth, Ellis left his meal untouched and continued to admire her from across the table. Even watching Emily eat was erotic.

Nerves on fire as he waited to see how she'd react to his suggestion, Emily's response sent a chill down his spine.

"Are you sure that's smart? I am a minor after all."

Oh, how often he'd asked himself the same question.

And how many times had he come up with the same answer?

No, it wasn't smart, but he didn't care. As long as he remained discreet and kept Emily happy, no-one would discover their relationship. He wouldn't repeat the mistakes of Warren Trudeau.

"It'll be our secret," Ellis recovered his composure," No-one else will know they exist, and I promise to keep them safe. Beth can't access my phone or computer." At least not encrypted drive where he stored his patient files.

"Plus, age is just a number," Ellis smiled, "Do you know that the age of consent in most countries is sixteen, and what we're doing is legal?" Except for the fact he was her therapist and even in those countries taking pornographic images of a girl her age remained a crime. However, that was irrelevant. "Not our fault the law here is an ass."

Concerns that she'd refuse dissipated when Emily ran her foot up his shin and grinned as if she'd been teasing. Her subsequent words didn't help Ellis' already heightened state of arousal. Head consumed by the visions they invoked, Ellis's lips parted in a groan and he thrashed in his seat, trying not to shoot his load. He managed, but barely. When he recovered his bearings, pre-cum stained the front of Ellis' trousers while his cock strained painfully against the fabric.

"Damn you, you naughty little wench," he gasped, "Bend you over right here with your skirt hiked up and panties pulled aside. I'm sure we can do it all, Emily. In fact, I insist it stays on all night." Voice hoarse and pupils darkened with lust, Ellis reached across the table, "Though it doesn't mean you have to keep it done up," and unfastened the top two buttons of Emily's school uniform.

"That'll suffice for now." After her shirt parted to provide a glimpse of her bra-encased tits, Ellis shifted back in his seat, lifted his phone with trembling fingers and snapped a picture, "Once you've finished eating, you can show off what's under the skirt and we'll see how long I can resist the urge to have your lips wrapped around my cock."

If she didn't make him come beforehand without even touching.
 
Tension permeated the hotel room, heavy like Florida’s natural humidity. Ellis emanated an intense, nearly obsessive energy. A lesser woman might have shirked away from Ellis’ attention, but Emily thrived under it. Ellis’ arousal, his nearly crazed state, excited her own desire, pooling hot between her thighs. Another time, she would have to see just how far she could push him, how much he could take before he blew his load, but tonight, she too wanted to fuck. And bent over a table didn’t sound half bad.

But Emily indulged in the anticipation a while longer. Another succulent bite of lobster reached her lips, and Emily moaned into her closed mouth as she chewed. Eyes closed, she knew Ellis was watching her, staring, and imagining himself wringing such cries from her lips. She could practically feel the way his eyes were glued to her chest, that small glimpse of cleavage.

One last swallow finished her glass of champagne. It was risky to drink another, to let herself lose control of the moment, but Emily was certain Ellis was far more gone than she could ever be. So she poured another glass, bending over the table to tempt him with more cleavage, as well as taunting him with his own idea. Before he could even act on that taunt, however, she shifted around the table, and took a seat right on his lap. His steel hard cock jabbed at her ass as she moved to get comfortable, sitting as an angle so he could look directly down her shirt.

“This is good champagne,” she said with a giggle, before tossing back another drink. One hand worked open another button while she arched her back, grinding purposely against his hard cock. The empty flute thudded as she tossed it onto the table, wrapping one arm around Ellis’ neck to draw even closer to him. Breath heavy with alcohol wafted over his face, until Emily closed the distance between them, forcing his mouth open to her tongue.

The kiss was aggressive, Emily determined to match Ellis’ hunger with her own. He was working another button open, but she batted it away. Instead, she urged him down, over her shirt and skirt, until he reach her bare thighs. Right below the hem, inner thigh, close enough that he could feel just how hot and wet she was. She pulled away from the kiss, barely, biting his lip before disentangling completely, and simpered as his hand explored her legs.

“So, when were you going to get the camera out?”
 
Perspiration dripped from Ellis' forehead into his eye, not caused by the humidity, but the effort to keep himself under control. Thighs squeezed together under the table as his cock strained the fabric of his pants, Elli's gaze fixated on Emily's revealed cleavage.

Oh god, how he wanted to lean over the table and bury his head between the teenager's supple breasts. To take them into his mouth, to splatter his load on them. That was an act Beth would never in his wildest dreams conceive of letting Ellis do to her; he considered himself lucky on the odd occasion she let him come in her mouth. Even when she spat it afterward. However, girls weren't as prudish these days, and maybe Emily would let him jizz on her tits if he played his cards right?

Immersed in his fantasies, Ellis didn't notice Emily take another sip of champagne. Nor even realise that she'd moved until her shadow fell across him, and she settled in his lap. As her pert little ass pressed against his raging erection, he turned to her, eyes glazed over and mouth open in a silent moan. Phone still in his hand, he continued to press the shutter button, snapping images at random.

"Damn, Emily, where did you learn to be such a damn tease." The next he knew, Emily's tongue was in his mouth. Mashing his lips back against hers, Ellis return her kiss with desperate fervour, sucking and licking her tongue into his mouth and shoving his down her throat as they duelled in each other's mouths. He groped breasts through her shirt, before Emily dragged his hand to her leg.

Skin warm and smooth to the touch, Ellis searched for the prize between her legs as she broke the kiss and nipped his lip. A groan left his mouth when he discovered her panties were damp to the touch, proving he wasn't a fool or deluded. Emily was as turned on by Ellis's age and experience as he was by her youth and vitality.

"Camera?" Her words broke through his reverie, and senses diluted by the throb of his aching cock, a look of confusion passed across his face. "Later," Ellis croaked. Perverted mind finding a way to have his cake and eat it too, he shifted the camera from still to video mode as he moved to his feet and placed it on the bench nearby. "For now, all I need is you."

Without warning, he hoisted Emily in the air and tossed her on the table. Champagne fizzed onto the carpet as the bottles and glasses tipped over, followed by steak and lobster. However, Ellis didn't care. That's what housekeeping was for. Leaning over Emily, he ripped open her top. Buttons tore, and her shirt fell open, revealing her heaving bra-encased breasts and slim torso.

"I think I'm in love," Ellis was frantic. While using one hand to hike up her skirt and pull her panties aside, Ellis undid his pants. Once he'd freed his throbbing cock, he yanked her towards him. "You'd drive any man insane," Ellis's last words morphed into a scream as he drove every last inch of his cock into Emily's soaked cunt. Whose innocent school girl uniform, albeit torn, mussed and askew, still adorned her nubile sixteen-year-old body.
 
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Was he really filming the evidence of their affair? To save for his spank-bank, no doubt, but Emily could hardly believe he was so foolish. But she wasn’t given much time for thought, logic leaving her as well as Ellis threw her onto the table. It creaked and shifted with his movements, as he lined himself up to fuck her.

There was no acting as her body arched, bent back over the table. Fuck, he was hard, thick and throbbing, and he made her take his full length. Even bound by her bra, her breasts bounced and heaved, framed by the ruined top. Moans burst from her lips, driven from her lungs with each of his battering thrusts.

A thrill of terror flavored the desire in her mind. How much could she take? Could she stop him, even now? Had this spiraled out of control? There were no answers in his demanding grip or piston-like motions, no answers in his lust drunk eyes. He burned like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path reckoning like a force of nature, beyond any hope of control. It should have been a triumph, but instead it posed a dark threat.

“Ellis… Oh god, Ellis!” she cried out, giving into the carnality of this fucking. Surrendering and succumbing to ecstasy, because the only other option was suffering. She pulled Ellis towards her, over her, digging nails into his back to match his frenzy. His cock rubbed her clit from this angle, that friction transforming pain into pleasure. Bare thighs gripped him, gripping him with the same strength as her smooth, tight inner muscles, and held him deep inside her as rapture broke through.
 
Ellis would never tire of Emily's sweet young cunt or tight nubile body. With the girl splayed out on the table, her tits straining against the fabric of her bra, blonde hair haloed around her face, panties pulled aside, and school skirt hiked up, he slammed into her. On the counter, Ellis's camera filmed and captured audio of the scene.

Underneath them, the table creaked and groaned as Ellis's held her legs around his waist and thrust in and out of her sopping cunt. Lewd wet sounds saturated the air, mingling with his grunts and groans, and the teenager's cries of pleasure etched themselves into his mind. When Emily dug her nails into his skin, Ellis threw his head back and howled. In all the times he'd had sex with Beth, she’d never given herself over to carnal abandon like the sixteen-year-old now impaled on his cock.

She tugged him down, evoking an animalistic howl from Ellis when she took his meat further into her velvety cunt and wrapped her legs around his thighs in a vice-like grip. Perspiration dripped from his forehead, and his eyes bulged in their sockets as he took the hint to get rougher. Each moan and pant or cry of encouragement he elicited from the schoolgirl increased the ferocity of his pounding.

Hauling her in the air and ramming his meat into her with all the force he could muster, Ellis no longer just screwed the schoolgirl on the table, but tried to hammer her through it. Gasping for air, and eyes locked on hers, but unseeing through the haze of lust, her nails clawed at his back hard enough to leave scratch marks, and the swollen nub of Emily's clit ground against him with each buck of her hips. As he fucked her, she fucked him back with equal fervour and drove him over the brink.

Speech coming through gasps, he grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head and collapsed on top of her. "Come for Daddy." With Emily bearing his entire weight, her greeting at the airport returned unbidden, and he mashed his lips against hers. Shoving his tongue halfway down her throat, it wasn't a kiss but an invasion. Unable to form a coherent thought, only able to experience sensation, Ellis screamed into her mouth as he came.

Sometime during his orgasm Ellis broke the kiss and buried his head between Emily's breasts. When his spasms subsided; balls emptied and his cum and her juices dripping from her slit; he raised his gaze to her angelic face. A lone tear spilled from his eyes onto her cleavage, and Ellis's words were barely audible,. "God, Emily, I don't know what I'd do without you." Spoken more to himself than the teenage fantasy who'd become his raison d'être. "Please, don't ever leave me."
 
The words caught her off guard, off balance, and for several heartbeats, Emily said nothing. Just caught her breath, and held Ellis’ gaze. Finally, shaky words escaped, slipping under the mask she’d donned so effortlessly, “Yeah… Okay.” They weren’t agreement, or consent, or reassurance, though she had little doubt he would find off it that in those words. Just filler words, sounds she made while she processed the weight of Ellis’ confession.

It was what she wanted, wasn’t? Ellis, at her complete mercy, addicted like some junkie. God, he was pathetic. Already she had him right were she wanted him. Why then, did his plea feel like a heavy pit in her stomach, gnawing at her from within?

It wasn’t pity. No pity for this man, the sort of man who would betray a woman who loved him, who would prey upon a vulnerable teen aged girl in need of support and guidance.

Fear, she realized with a hard swallow. She’d miscalculated just how hard and how deep Ellis would fall for her, just how mad with lust she could drive him. Could she control him?

Emily pushed the worry away with a breathy giggle. “So, uh, can we get up? This table’s not exactly comfortable, after all.” She didn’t push him away, but she did shift her body to nudge him off her. “Why don’t we try out the bed next?”
 
Chest heaving, muscles quivering and cock softening in Emily’s Ellis raised his eyes to her face. God, she was beautiful; an Angel sent from Heaven into his arms. He could stay here forever; not on the table, the Hotel room or in Florida, but with Emily. Anywhere. Maybe they could run away. Find a place to be together where the arms of the US law couldn’t reach them. Those thoughts fluttered through his mind, none stopping long enough for him to focus on as her words evoked a smile. “Great,” he whispered, before her laugh brought him back to the present and he realised her predicament.

“Whoops, I guess it’s not the most comfortable. The bed it is.” Ellis pecked Emily’s mouth, then slid out of her and moved to his feet. Stretching and groaning at the pleasurable ache of his muscles, he took in the schoolgirl before him. Attired in her torn uniform, perky tits and come-leaking tight pussy exposed, and glowing in the aftermath of her orgasm, Emily looked a treat. Darting his eyes to the phone on the counter to confirm he’d caught it all on film sent a thrill through Elli’s veins.

“Come on,” Refocused on Emily, he stepped between her legs, lifted her into his arms and carried her to the king-sized bed. “You’re insatiable,” he grinned, playfully slapping Emily’s ass before he lowered her onto the mattress and plopped down next to her. Seated against the headboard, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, dipped a hand into her open shirt to fondle a breast, and drew Emily next to him. “Tell me, have you ever been in love? Do you know how it feels; the ache in your heart when you try to imagine life without that special someone?

Love or lust, Ellis’s pussy-whipped mind treated those two imposters the same.

“I used to think that person was Beth, but not anymore.”
 
Emily had to bite her lip to stop herself from rolling her eyes at Ellis’ confession. He had a half-naked teenaged girl in his bed, and he was more interested in having heartfelt conversations with her rather than fucking her a second time? Talking about dumb priorities.

The closest thing to empathy she could offer Ellis was a shrug, but Emily managed to play it off as youthful naivete and not abject boredom. “I’m not sure about love, or anything like that, but… well, my heart does feel heavy…” Internally, Emily gagged on the saccharine confession, the pathetic puppy love. It was hard to believe he could really fall for that, but maybe her pussy was just that damn good. With a yawn, she cuddled into Ellis, hoping to cut this emotional conversation short with sleep, if he wasn’t going to fuck her again. Whether or not he kept talking, Emily was content to doze off.

The rest of the weekend was spent nearly confined to their room, testing out every piece of furniture and every position he could imagine. When they walked through the lobby on Sunday after, all eyes were on her. She hoped that every single of one of them could identify her as the source of the wild moaning and screaming that echoed from their room all hours of the night. Emily encouraged that speculation with a smug grin, a knowing, confident expression well honed from her years of obscene wealth. Why should the rules apply to her; she was rich, after all. With a trust fund that made Ellis’ entire retirement account look like pocket change.

From the limo ride to the airport, to the flight back home, Emily sat beside Ellis, wondering if her nearness, and his inability to touch her was driving him crazy. It certainly made her wet as hell, imagining his cock throbbing in unsatisfied ache. So much that she had to excuse herself to the airplane bathroom just to masturbate, somewhere over the Midwest. Probably one of those states with nothing but corn for miles, filled with religious nuts who would be scandalized by the act. She was still wearing that smug smile as she returned to her seat, meeting Ellis’s eyes from the moment she steeped out of the bathroom. Let him think it was him, but she’d always know, it was just her.

Once they landed, one of her father’s drivers picked her up from the airport. Daddy had an important meeting of course, and couldn’t be bothered. What should he care if his sixteen-year-old daughter just spent her weekend riding her therapist’s cock?
 
You'd have thought the more time he spent with Emily, the more the novelty and excitement of screwing her sixteen-year-old pussy would have worn off. You'd have thought it, but for Ellis it only exacerbated his addiction to the schoolgirl. Depression threatened to overwhelm Ellis when it came time to leave, and he realised it'd be awhile before he ravished her again.

On the plane, his erection threatened to burst the seams of his pants. Pretending cold, Ellis requested a lap blanket and squirmed in his seat under it while Emily's scent wafted into his nostrils and he stared at her, desperate to touch. If he'd dared, he'd have jacked off in the airplane toilets or persuaded Emily to join the mile-high club. However, McHugh lacked the courage for either. Pre-cum stained the fabric of his trousers when they landed.

His mood worsened when, at the terminal, he couldn't say a proper goodbye. Afraid of being seen near Emily, and her Father's security putting the scenario together, he whispered his farewells from a distance and stood there forlornly while she walked off. No parting kiss, lingering embrace or plans made to see each other again soon.

Tired, annoyed, guilty and horny, Ellis caught an Uber and arrived home to Beth.

"Hey babe," she greeted Ellis when stepped through the door, wrapped an arm around his and raised up on her toes for a kiss, "How was the conference?"

McHugh turned his head so that her peck missed his lips and hit his cheek instead.

"It was good." Not that he had any fucking idea how the conference had been. Forcing a smile, he broke away from Beth, "Exhausting though. Long days, and the return flight was torture. I think I'll just take a shower to freshen up, then hit the sack and tell you about it in the morning."

Enthusiasm in being back at home with Beth to continue on with their mundane marriage was difficult to muster, but Ellis tried. "How was your weekend; anything exciting happen in my absence?"
 
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"No, nothing exciting," Beth replied, forcing a smile for Ellis' benefit. Exciting wasn't how she would describe finding the motel receipt on the floor of the laundry room. That was more like a heavy pit in her stomach, gnawing at the edges of her mind and sending her anxiety spiraling.

Suddenly, facts she hadn't paid much mind to became like flashing red lights. His distance towards her, and his preoccupation with his phone. How they hadn't been intimate since that night, and they hardly even managed to have a conversation over dinner. And now he wouldn't even kiss her, after a whole weekend apart. Hadn't kissed her before he left either.

As much as she wanted to believe he was just swamped from work, it was hard to shake the linger worry that he'd found someone else. Someone who liked to be treated like a whore in bed.

"I was really hoping we could go out for dinner tonight. Somewhere nice, like Nobu's. Or..." She trailed off, and tugged on Ellis's collar in a seductive way. "We could get something greasy and hit up a cheap motel. Pretend we're someone else for the night."
 
Nothing exciting.

What did Ellis expect?

Routine and boredom described their marriage, and if Emily hadn’t entered the picture, Ellis would have continued down that path none the wiser.

However, she had and in contrast to his wife was a breath of fresh air who’d reignited Ellis’s youthful vitality. He didn’t hate Beth now, but she could no longer offer him what Emily could. Excitement and new opportunities; a reason to look forward to the day ahead.

Shifting on the balls of his feet, Ellis resisted the urge to run. He had to act normal for Beth until he’d settled on a plan for the future. If she discovered his tryst with the sixteen-year-old, he risked not only the ruination of career and reputation, but ending up in jail like Warren Trudeau.

“I would, babe, but I’m beat. Maybe tomorrow nigh...” he answered, trying not to shy away from Beth’s attempt at seduction. Eyes fixed on her, he softened his rejection with a smile before her next comment struck him like a punch in the gut.

Fingers tightening around the handle of the suitcase hard enough to turn his knuckles white, he raised his other arm, swatted her hand away and gripped her wrist, “Why would I want to screw ‘someone else’ in a cheap motel, Beth? That’s not your style.”

Had she found out about his night with Emily. To bring that scenario up unbidden was too much of a coincidence.

What did she know?

Settle down Ellis; she can’t know anything.

Mind whirling with emotions and guilt, he cycled through whether to pretend complete ignorance, get on the front foot, or deny?

Decision made, Ellis leaned closer, face an inch from Beth’s and gaze unwavering, “If something’s on your mind, say it. I’m too fucking tired for games.”
 
Despite herself, Beth flinched when Ellis raised his arm. He never hurt or hit her before, no reason to believe he would now. But the outburst of anger wasn’t expected either. Not in response to an offer of sex and excitement. Unless he’d found someone else to fill that space for him.

“Why would I want to screw ‘someone else’ in a cheap motel, Beth? That’s not your style.”

“I know, but I just…“ The words trailed away, scared off by the coldness in his eyes and tone.

“If something’s on your mind, say it. I’m too fucking tired for games.”

With a huff, she pulled her wrist from his grasp. “I found a receipt for a motel. The night you told me you told me you were headed to the hospital to meet with a patient.” Saying it aloud was terrifying, as if it made it real. The idea that Ellis, the man she loved, could hurt her like this, could betray her, made her voice crack as she spoke. “What where you doing there? Who were you with?”

It couldn’t be real, right? It couldn’t be true. Had to be a misunderstanding. Ellis had excuses, of course. Had he expected her to ask? Maybe, or maybe he was just telling the truth. The truth was easier. Maybe not to believe, but to accept. Easier to kept her life together, to keep her home and her family and her sanctuary. What was the alternative? Sticking around with an unfaithful husband? Divorce? Then everything would fall apart, and it would be a battle over the scraps of the life they’d built together.
 
With Beth’s wrist secured in a tight grip, the veins in Ellis’s forehead popped and he stared at her with anger darkened eyes.

Her offer was too coincidental.

What did she know and what did she suspect?

All the pillow talk he’d shared with Emily ran thought his mind and the plans for the future he’d mentioned. Nothing decided, no details discussed, only the concept raised.

He needed time. Time to convince Emily that leaving the country was the only way they could be together. Time to offload his shares and funnel the cash into an offshore bank account without her noticing.

Screw his reputation and career. Finds a place without an extradition treaty and nothing mattered except being with Emily. Whatever funds he had would allow them to live in relative luxury while he found something else.

In the meantime, he’d need to keep Beth content and under his thumb or else he’d ended up incarcerated like Warren Trudeau.

As she jerked her wrist from his grasp, Ellis winced at her accusation and steeled his composure. “I’m sorry,” Ellis sighed and massaged his temple, tone apologetic, “Not sure what got into me, but exhaustion is no excuse.” Damn it, he should have burned that fucking receipt, but it wasn’t the end of the world. After decades of marriage, Beth wouldn’t want it to crumble in an instant. Ellis just had to give her something possible to believe.

Anger faded from his expression and voice soft, he waited until Beth’s words trailed off and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I was by myself,” Ellis shrugged, “My patient was on suicide watch, and I wanted to be close in case she took a turn during the night. The Hospital is a madhouse, impossible to sleep, and the hotel is five minutes away. It’s not the first time I’ve stayed there instead. I can see why you’d jump to a different conclusion, but honestly Beth?” Ellis smiled and shifted his touch from her shoulder to her chin. Cupping it in his palm, he caressed her cheek with his thumb, “A cheap hotel isn’t you, and it’s not me either. If I planned to cheat, don’t you think I’d go five-star?”

A Miami resort, for instance.

“However, if you still want to try it, why not tomorrow night? Could be exciting.” Ellis wiggled a brow, then stepped around Beth.

“For now, you’re welcome to join me in the shower,” he called over his shoulder as he headed toward the bathroom.
 
Most of Beth’s anger melted away under Ellis’ apology, dissolving away into embarrassment that flushed her cheeks and left her without a clever comeback or argument against him. Of course, it made sense for him to stay near to the hospital in that situation.

“I suppose you’re right. Perhaps I am just feeling guilty after how busy I’d been these past few weeks, and that guilt had manifested as jealousy paranoia.” Beth laughed at herself, and brushed some hair back from her face. “Or perhaps I should just leave the psycho-analyzing to you.” His offer to try out her idea of a cheap motel elicited another sheepish laugh, but his offer to join him in shower inspired something else entirely.

“We may as well try to multitask,” Beth teased, following her husband back, “seems impossible to get everything done otherwise.”

The shower sex was acceptable, if not particularly toe-curling, but it was nice to feel that connection to Ellis again. To enjoy an evening with him without the guilt of neglecting her wifely duties, or concerns about his true desires. Every coupling wasn’t going to be some earth shattering event.

Was there still a lack of passion in her perfectly perfunctory love-making, or was she just imagining it? Was it just exhaustion that explained his desire to get it done quickly and keep his eyes closed throughout most of it? Or was it just the pressure from her to perform, to insist he prove his desire and devotion mere moments after he returned home from a trip. Worries and self-recriminations chased themselves in her mind, resulting in fitful sleep and further questions.



Emily’s next appointment with Ellis was Thursday. A long four days, where Emily kept minimal contact, limiting herself to 3 texts a day. Keeping Ellis on the hook, giving him just enough to whet his appetite, and keep her on his mind, without indulging his every whim.

She arrived in her uniform, straight from school. After keeping Ellis on edge for four days, Emily predicted he might blow his load once she stepped into his office. While she managed to not to laugh at the thought, she did smirk as she entered, meeting Ellis’ gaze with her own knowing expression. Surely he would just think it was due to their secret affair, their clandestine rendezvous. Let him think it was because she noticed that his secretary wasn’t in office, leaving nothing to stand in the way of fucking like animals on his shiny wooden desk.

“Good afternoon, Doctor.”
 
For Ellis, the next four days were torture. He'd staved off Beth's accusation and pounded her in the shower; eyes closed while he pinned her to the tiles and imagined it was Emily; but it took every ounce of willpower to maintain normality afterwards.

How long he could maintain the facade of a loving marriage he didn't know, but had no other choice. Not until he'd liquidated the investment portfolio, funneled the money into an offshore account, and agreed a plan with Emily. Beth would only discover how accurate her intuition had been once he and the sixteen-year-old were ensconced on an island with no extradition treaty, drinking Margarita's and fucking legally to their heart's content.

Any intent to broach the subject with Emily before he screwed her flew from his mind the second she entered his offices. Four days without being able to touch her. His cock stiffened at the visage of her in the school uniform and that sexy smirk on her face before he drank in the rest of her nubile form. A sight he'd never tire of.

"Fuck Emily,. Outside, as he locked the door behind her, the sun shone and birds chittered while Beth return inside after pottering around in the garden.

His entire attention on Emily, he pulled her into his embrace, clutched her ass and pressed his burgeoning erection into her. "Teasing little minx, you know what that uniform does to me. I'm sure you wear it to rile me up on purpose. I still can't stop jerking off to those pictures we took," Ellis groaned before his mouth crashed against hers. As his tongue prised her lips apart and snaked into her mouth, Ellis lifted Emily off her feet and pinned the schoolgirl to the reception counter.

Feverish excitement in his eyes, "Do you ache for me as badly as I do you, Emily?", he broke the rough kiss and slipped a hand under her skirt, between her legs. "I sent my receptionist home and rescheduled my patients. Beth isn't expecting me for dinner for a couple of hours. Until then, I'm all yours. Plenty of time to take care of this tight, little teen pussy." As much as Ellis enjoyed Emily's company and youthful vitality, that's what he was really addicted to.
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Emily cursed herself, internally. She really should have thought this through better. As desperate as he was, right here in this moment, she could have asked for anything. Anything. If she asked him to purchase her a car first, he’d ask whether she preferred Porsche or Ferrari. And yet, she’d come here without any demands in mind. What a waste…

“You better take good care of me then, doctor,” Emily murmured, one arm wrapped around his shoulders while the other braced back behind her. Arching her back towards him, as if to offer her breasts, now straining against the delicate buttons of her white blouse. “After all, I need to be awfully wet to take your big, thick cock,” she moaned, spreading herself a little wider for him. She supposed an orgasm was the least she could settle for, in the moment, until she thought of something better to demand.

Her outfit might have been “modest,” but her undergarments were decidedly provocative. A cleavage baring bra that framed her perky yet firm tits and a barely-there matching thong. Very easy to slide over, exposing her slick, hairless lips to his fingers. Swallowing one digit, only to clench hard at the second knuckle. “Oh God, doctor, just like that! Fuck me, with your thick fingers. Make me cum, so I can tremble over your cock…”

Her hand slid off his shoulders now, and down his arm before stopping at her chest. That hand worked open the buttons of her blouse, exposing heaving breasts to his eager eyes. Her body met the motions of his fingers, hips hungrily chasing her building pleasure, and one of her feet brushed against his thigh. “Doctor…. Oh, Doctor Ellis!” She wasn’t cumming, not yet, but she was curious how loud she could get. Would his neighbors hear? Maybe that could be fun. “Don’t stop, please… Doctor!”
 
"Don't I always take good care of you," Ellis breathed when Emily wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and his gaze drifted to the sight of her breasts straining against the fabric of her. His eyes fluttered, and Ellis ground his erection into the teenager with more urgency. She did this to him every time. Just being near her was enough to elicit a hard-on and send all sane thoughts from his mind.

He wasted no time tugging her thong aside after he'd slipped his hand between her legs and thrust two fingers into her hot little slit. "That's right, baby, this little teen pussy has to be soaked to take me. I want you fucking dripping." Emily's dirty talk and obvious need for Ellis, evidenced by her moans and cries, inflated his ego as much as they did his cock.

Two digits buried second-knuckle deep in Emily's teenage slit, Elli's thumb flicked against her clit. "Like this, baby?" he groaned, tilting his head back to stare at her angelic face. Each sound and plea confirmed his belief that he drove her as crazy as she did him. "Feels so good, doesn't it? I'm gonna make you come all over my hand."

As Emily bucked back into his hand, a cry came from her mouth louder than all others before and brought Ellis a moment of clarity. His gaze darted to the wall behind her before he refocused on the teenager. "Shush, Emily. Keep the noise down. Beth's inside."

But, in all honesty, in his lust-driven haze, Ellis wasn't thinking straight, and he'd never seen Emily so damn horny. So fucking hot. Any lingering concerns about Beth overhearing fall away when Emily worked her blouse open. In fact, the opposite. After her accusations, Beth would deserve it if she did. Maybe he should haul Emily inside and let Beth walk in on them screwing in their marital bed.

Free arm dropping from where he'd tangled his hand in her hair, Ellis ripped one cup of her bra down and grabbed a tit. He pinched and tweaked a nipple while he shoved a third thick digit into her pussy. Wet, lewd sounds echoed off the office walls, mingling with her pants and screams while he groaned and finger-fucked the schoolgirl like a man possessed. All he cared about was bringing her to orgasm. The sooner he did, the sooner he could bend her over and fuck her tight, sopping cunt. "Come for me, Emily. Come for Dr Ellis. Tell him how hot he makes you."
 
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