This was perhaps Daniel's biggest mistake. He worshiped Emma, saw her as an Angel made by the hand God himself. He loved her and wanted to give her everything and anything she wanted. Not knowing, until recently perhaps, that what she really desired was a horny, lustful man who would order her around and push her to her knees and fuck her. To use her, take pleasure from her.<br/><br/>Daniel was not the primal cave man type himself although, oddly enough, the cuckolding fantasy seemed to bring about primal instincts within himself. Instincts he was still trying to understand. They had always been so nice together, always so respectful. They had very clean and calm sex for the most part. Daniel just had a very old fashioned outlook, women were fragile and needed to be loved and respected. Deep down he felt that women didn't even like or need sex, it was just something they did out of love for their men!<br/><br/>Jason, had none of these complex thoughts. Not anymore, they were long gone. Having died a sudden death upon his own discovery of what women were really like. He found that women were actually worse than men when it came to sex. For women, sex was everything, it was their identity, their power source, it was their very being. And more than anything, they liked being whores, whether it be real or role played.<br/><br/>It was obvious, Emma was a 1950's housewife an outdated cliche, an offence to the modern Feminist who swore black and blue that women did not need men. That would should be independent. Emma had no desire to be independent or to work a harsh and boring office job somewhere, while using that hard earned money to place her kid in child care, not that she had a kid, yet, but he was sure it wouldn't be long now.<br/><br/>He knew he had challenged her but telling her to make him cum. He also knew that she had already orgasmed. And this sated her desire, made her mind a little clearer. She had just, for all intents and purposes committed adultery. She had never even been with a man before Daniel. This was huge for her he realized that and expected, waited for an excuse that she had to go or the camera just stopped all of a sudden, never to hear from her again.<br/><br/>It was more than just sex for Daniel though. He could have any woman he wanted, he could pick up a phone and order a woman in the same way that most people ordered pizza. He liked Emma, he knew he crossed a line here himself, but she was leading. He never would have gone this far on his own. He really liked Emma and felt a bit nervous as he thought he might just lose her now. Things had definitely changed between them.<br/><br/>But then she moves, she actually gets on her knees, looking up at him as if she would if she were really here.<br/><br/>"Oh yes... baby... that's right. Let me see my cock enter your mouth, suck my cock whore.." he encouraged her. He did very much like seeing his cock in a woman's mouth. Seeing her suck on it, even making her gag and choke on it.<br/><br/>"Mmmm look at those titties, so big and soft.. I bet they bounce real good too" he said as he saw down Emma's blouse. "Here Emma... have a look at what you've done, what you're working with" he said as he moved the camera to show his hard cock, 10 inches long, thick, at least 2-3 inches bigger than Daniel's cock. "I hope it doesn't scare you but then maybe Daniel is the same or bigger even" he said to her.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I will feed you, I will cum all over that pretty mouth and lips, splatter on your cleavage. Don't you worry... I'll cum for you" he said to her as he left the camera on his cock and stroked it, enjoying the fact that Emma could see him. "Suck on your finger Emma, put it in your mouth" he encouraged her.<br/><br/>"Oh... that thick hot body... those big tits, my cock ramming down your throat" he started to tense up, his back arching, cum shot from his cock, all over his stomach and chest. The white hotel robe already being opened before he showed his cock off to the young wife. His breathing became heavy and he panted as he enjoyed himself.<br/><br/>"Oh Emma... how much to have you for real... is that what you would like.. to be paid? To be a proper private whore?" his mind wandered, wondering if being paid for it somehow made it ok for the woman or less personal. Or even just plain hotter.