Emily Meets An Elite (sample)

Summary: Emily is enjoying a meal at a restaurant with her boyfriend when one of The Elite shows up and causes a stir not only in the restaurant but also in her love-life! Will her relationship with her boyfriend ever be the same again? Does she want it to be?

The Elite are a group of people elevated to a status above every other person on the planet. They have complete, total, and absolute sexual authority over everyone else. Their word is law- stronger than law. They sit above both the laws of the common man and the laws of nature. They are tasked with acting on their desires and commanding others to act as they see fit.

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Emily looked across the small, wobbly table at her boyfriend and smiled. They’d been going out for a few months and he’d let her set the pace at every step.

“It’d be nice if he took the initiative, sometimes,” she thought while taking a bit of her salad. She thought that more often every day, but wasn’t sure how to bring it up.

“This little place has some of the best food. Are you sure all you want is a salad?” he asked.

His six-foot tall frame stooped over the small table they were seated at and seemed to barely fit into the space. He was almost a full foot taller than her, but he always seemed to shrink and give way when she made decisions.

“Yeah. I’m trying to lose a few pounds before the holidays. Mom always gives me a hassle about any extra weight.”

She didn’t have a weight problem, probably in large part to a preference for eating salads. She just found that the pretense of a diet ended questions and tended to impress men.

With her slender body just a little over five feet tall, long brown hair with soft curls, breasts just big enough to stay perky forever, and a round bubble-butt that pressed out against every pair of her jeans, she could have chosen anyone. Every boyfriend she’d ever had, she’d wrapped around her little finger and used until she was bored.

“Every last one of them has been under my control from the first second they’ve seen me,” she thought.

Emily glanced over to the entrance and noticed a man in a large, black overcoat stride into the restaurant like he owned the place. He was a little shorter than her boyfriend and had light-brown hair, cropped short to hide the beginnings of going bald.

She almost rolled her eyes but stopped when she noticed the hostess staring at his extended hand. She didn’t need to be able to see the details to know what he was wearing. He was one of The Elite and he was showing the hostess his position as an absolute authority by letting her get a look at his ring.

“Oh, wow! Is that… Is that what I think it is?” Robert asked.

“Yeah, I think it is. I’ve never seen one in person. My friend, Cynthia, met one once at work. She said it was really rough on her, but the experience really helped her realize her potential or something,” Emily said.

“Maybe… Maybe, we should just quietly head out…” her boyfriend whispered across the table.

Emily looked down at her salad. She’d barely taken two bites out of it and Robert hadn’t even touched his burger yet.

“I…” She looked around the restaurant and seriously took stock of the women there. The waitresses were all buxom. Several girls at another table were nearly perfect blonde-bimbos. She had to admit that there were a lot of sexy women in the place.

“I think we’ll be fine. He’s got all these women to pick from,” she whispered back.

She glanced back over to the entrance and noticed The Elite had the lanky, blonde hostess bent over her own podium while he slowly worked his fingers in and out of her bare cunt. The girl had been wearing a pair of cute pink panties, which were now wrapped around her ankles. He seemed to barely be paying attention to her, even though the girl’s legs were shaking and her moans were getting louder. Instead, he scanned the room with sharp brown eyes, seeming to weigh and undress every woman present.

She looked back at her boyfriend and took another bite of her salad, not even bothering to notice the taste, then waved her fork at his burger. Robert lifted the sandwich and took a bite, his eyes shifting between Emily and The Elite.

“I wonder who he’ll end up fucking. It looks like he might just fuck the hostess, but maybe he’ll go for that whole table of girls,” she thought.

A loud squeal from the hostess drew Emily’s attention back to the entrance. The Elite had his thumb buried in the poor girl’s asshole and was still running his fingers over her dripping cunt.

“At least she seems to be having some fun with it,” Emily thought.

That was when The Elite locked eyes with hers and she knew it was too late to look away. He pulled his thumb from the hostess’ ass and left the girl there to pull up her panties and roll down her skirt, knees shaking. He strode over to Emily’s table and pulled up a chair from a nearby table.

“You seem interesting,” he said, lifting a fry from Robert’s plate and biting into it afterward. His smile was all teeth and danger.

“I… Tha- Thanks,” Emily managed to stammer out. She’d been sure he’d choose someone else.

“Do you know what this is and what it means?” The Elite asked, showing her his ring. It was silver-colored with a wolf’s head on the top and a serial number embossed on the side.

“It’s an Elite ring. It… it, uh, means that everyone has to do what you say.”

“Pretty much. My word is sexual law,” he said and winked at her.

Emily blushed and glanced at her boyfriend who seemed to have decided to pay attention to his plate rather than their conversation.

“Stand up for me,” The Elite said.

Emily pushed back her chair and stood, still facing towards her boyfriend, while The Elite looked her up and down like a piece of meat hanging in a butcher’s window.

“That is one sweet ass she’s got! I bet you fuck that ass every chance you get.” He let his hands slide around Emily’s round, tight ass while he spoke to Robert.

“I… Actually, I’ve never fucked her ass.”

“Really?”

“Really… uh… Sir?” Robert stammered out.

The Elite stood next to Emily and continued to fondle and play with her ass, looking down at her boyfriend with a bemused expression.

“Man! I can’t believe you haven’t fucked this slut’s asshole! She’s got a goddamn hot little bubble-butt. That’s more than enough reason,” The Elite said, positioning himself behind Emily’s petite frame.

He took hold of a tiny rip and tore Emily’s pants open as if they were little more than paper. Then he snapped the g-string of her panties with a single flick of his wrist. Within seconds, Emily’s bubble-butt was free of her tight pants, the black cotton fabric still clinging to her thighs and waist, despite the giant hole The Elite had torn in the back.

Emily blushed and wondered at the rush of cool air that hit her now exposed ass and cunt. She hadn’t realized how wet she’d become until the shredded remnants of her panties hit the floor.

“Well… she’s… she’s not really into anal… so…” her boyfriend stuttered out, staring intently while The Elite fondled Emily’s round, perky, perfect ass.

“What? With an ass like this? No fucking way! She’s got to love anal!” The Elite said.

“Actually I hate-”

He pushed her forward over the table where she and her boyfriend had been having dinner at just moments before and pushed his middle finger into her mouth for a second. Emily could taste the salty sweet of the hostess’ pussy still on his finger. Then he pulled it free only to press it against her tight, fresh, virgin asshole.

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