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E077: The start of a road trip
Posted:Apr 11, 2019 7:47 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2019 4:59 am
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Emma’s gift of the Navigator to Donald for his birthday starts his mind churning and plotting. He came with an idea and more or less planned it the week or two before their birthdays. He isn’t exactly sure they should do it, but he thinks about it in terms of renting an SUV to make it happen.
Emma’s gift of the Navigator seems to be a sign yes, this should happen.
So, Donald scours maps, calculates things, and a couple of days after their birthdays presents his plan to Emma at breakfast.
“Emma, I would like you to see Cape Cod, where I spent so many summers, and now at the end of summer I think would be a perfect time to do so,” Donald begins. “We could drive there so you can see up close parts of the country on the way. We can make the trip in three days not pushing ourselves, but going I worked out for four days, stay there five or six days over Labor Day, and then three or four days back. Or more, if we want to stop and see things.”
Emma jumps from her seat to hug him for coming up with such a wonderful idea. Two weeks exploring the country and getting to see where Donald spent some of his happiest times. Who could ask for anything more? And she knows, once returned, their time will be wrapped up in teaching at the college, the Institute studies, organizational and board meetings. The carefree days of summer will be over. For a while at least, a trip to end the season sounds so perfect.
They talk some about the trip, but for the most part, Donald wants it all to be a surprise for Emma. They will leave the next Sunday morning, August 25th; it would give them plenty of time to make it to Cape Cod by Labor Day weekend.
Donald packs their bags, makes arrangements with Karen and Julie for while they are gone. The two women put together hampers and coolers full of drinks and snacks for them to enjoy as they drive along. Donald informed the Institute he would be away. Emma does the same with her obligations. She is giddy doing this; it is the first time she has ever informed them ‘she will be unavailable because she is on vacation.’
She also juggles a with the bank president who is unnecessarily and overly concerned with the amount Emma just spent on the cars. She did have such glee when she pulled to the bank in her new Mustang and walked in with a swing of her hips in a revealing sundress. She meets with him to assure him she knows she has more now than she could , and it is hers to do with as she likes. And she likes buying these new vehicles.
He stands his window with a heavy heart watching her drive away with the top down, her hair streaming out behind her. It is more than he can take; he tells Grace he does not want to be disturbed for the next hour. At his desk, he opens his pants, takes out a handkerchief to be prepared and begins to jerk himself to climax as he closes his eyes to visions of Emma before him.
Grace, at her desk, can hear his last moan as he comes and just gives a wry smile, knowing what it is all about.
Everything is in place by late Saturday afternoon for their departure in the morning. Including being closely trimmed and pampered by Sasha on Friday, when Donald explains they will be away again for a couple of weeks. Sasha keeps it to herself but is sad she will not see her two special friends for so long. She is starting to depend on and look forward to their Fridays together.
The next morning they are up, ready, and out the door by nine. Emma’s excitement about the trip is intoxicating. The trip is almost fifteen hundred miles one way. When they Montgomery, Alabama and enter onto I-59 about a hundred miles into the trip, a massive rush runs through Emma’s body making her quiver. She really is taking this trip across the country. How many states will she now visit to get there?
Montgomery is as far north as she ever went. And was only a high school day field trip to the state capital. As they leave Montgomery behind and head farther north, she is enchanted with everything she sees. Even simple farm fields make her cry out about the panorama around her.
Donald pats her thigh and tells her to pace herself; there is so much of the journey ahead.
They pass into Georgia, which will only be about twenty miles until Tennessee, but Donald sees a sign for a state park near Trenton, Georgia. Suddenly the idea of playing a different type of car bingo game comes over him.
“Emma, get the pad of paper out of the glove box and write where we left from this morning,” he tells her.
Emma, curious, follows his directions.
“Now below it, write 'Georgia'. When we get back to the car you can put a star beside it and then on the next line write 'Tennessee',” Donald directs her.
She follows his orders, wondering.
He takes the exit off the freeway and heads to the state park not far away. He drives through it as Emma enjoys the side trip. When he finds a nice deserted area, he pulls the car between some trees.
The back-seat floor of the Navigator has the hamper and cooler, but the seat is empty and wide. Donald comes around and opens Emma’s door and directs her to lie on the back seat, her calves and feet hanging out the door. Now Emma is wondering, but she feels herself dripping hard as she realizes what is about to happen.
Donald opens his pants and pulls out his hard cock and balls to let them swing free. He lifts under Emma’s dress and pulls her panties down off her and throws them into the front seat.
Emma is so ready for him. This morning in their hurry to get on the road, they had not had their usual morning sex time, so she is revved to go right now.
Donald thrusts his cock into her wet, lubricated, hole back and forth. As he does, he pants to Emma, “Welcome to Georgia.”
Emma laughs with delight at what he is saying. She now is starting to comprehend the sheet he is having her fill. Oh yes, if they do make sure they fuck in every state they drive through, Emma should be well tended by the time they get to Cape Cod.
She turns her attention back to what is happening at the moment to enjoy it fully. She wiggles and squirms with each of Donald’s thrusts. His prick feels so good in her. She feels herself begin to throb and starts clenching him with each of his thrusts.
Both are red-faced from the pleasure and grunting in such an earthy manner. Emma cries out “Oh, oh, oh” as she feels Donald press against her cervix.
They hear a car drive by on the road not far away, but they are on the side of the car away from the road, and Donald is leaning into the seat over her, so no one can really see anything but a car parked, though the internal light is on. Somehow this heightens the sexual tension they are both so trying to shake off.
To think of someone seeing them fucking this way, out in the open. Ever since Emma’s walk to the beach when on vacation over the Fourth of July, she has more and more desire to ‘show off’ to people for them to see the 'new her' fully.
Donald can sense her arousal when the car drives by, and it excites him thinking about the possibility of being ‘caught’ in the act. He would never try to take a chance they would be caught, but the fantasy of it is now running through his brain.
Thrusting and clenching and crying out in excitement which is lost to the forests, Donald and Emma soon reach wonderful peak together as Donald dumps his load deep inside Emma. She arches, shudders, clenches him so hard milking it all out of him as she succumbs to an orgasm running through her whole body.
Donald leans down and kisses her deeply, and on her neck and ears; he can not get enough of her scent and the taste of sweet and salty glistening perspiration. They slowly back to the reality, and Donald stands, grabs a towel and wipes Emma a bit before she stands. He adjusts himself back into his pants and laughingly asks Emma how she likes Georgia.
Emma laughs so hard as she climbs back into the front seat it is not until they are back on the expressway she can reply. “Well, Donald, I think Georgia is just peachy,” she laughs her bad joke, as does Donald.
Donald continues to drive on, Emma now with her hand on his thigh as he does; the radio is playing some soft, enjoyable songs to which they sort of hum along. Emma does ask Donald if he would like her to drive for a bit, but he tells her he has things planned so it is not more than six hours or so driving each day, which he can handle.
Emma leans her head back against the headrest and closes her eyes for just a few minutes as she stokes Donald's thigh, an after-effect she seems to have after amazing sex with him.
Donald brings her to her senses only minutes later as he tells her to look. Ahead is the road banner saying, ‘Welcome to Tennessee.' All she can think is, they will soon pass the Mason-Dixon line and enter ‘Yankee’ territory, somewhere she has never ventured before. She laughs at her silliness.
Both still calm themselves from the fun in the state park. They pass into Tennessee and within minutes they are in Chattanooga. It is now a little after three p.m., and Donald plans this to be their first-night stop; he booked a very special room for them for tonight.
They drive along the curve in the Tennessee River and into more of the downtown district. Donald pulls the Navigator into the front of the MacArthur Train Station Hotel. He indicates which bags will be needed, and with his hand on Emma’s ass, which is now without panties, they walk in to register. The panties are now hidden in the center console of the car.
As they register, Emma receives a great surprise. They are not staying in the hotel, which is so elegant and charming. Rather, Donald booked them a Pullman car room on the train sitting at the back of the station.
Emma always dreamed about spending a night in a train car with someone, totally submitting herself while the train gently rolled along the tracks. Now she knows the movement won’t be happening, but the idea of sleeping on a train has her trembling and dripping. Her eyes tell Donald everything. He made the right and perfect choice for Emma’s first night on the road.
The bellboy leads them to their car for the night. After Donald stores their suitcases in some of the overhead baggage racks, they take a shower to wash the dust from the road off them. It is a rather small shower, requiring them to stand so close together as they soap and wash each other,
Cleaned, they dry themselves in the small bathroom space and return to the bedroom naked.
“Emma, we haven’t had a chance to try out your bracelets yet, would you like to?” Donald says to her with a bit of a wicked gleam in his eyes.
With lust in her eyes, so to know how it will work with these lovely bracelets/cuffs, she nods in return.
Donald brings out a length of golden chain. each end are smaller links getting larger until a nice sturdy size of links for most of the length until it tapers off again the other end. He clips one of the smaller ends to Emma’s right cuff; he takes the chain and over the bar of the upper baggage rack facing the station. He runs the chain through Emma’s pearl necklace loop, over the metal rack bar again. There are windows all along this side, but upward-turned blinds are somewhat hiding the view in the car.
He clips the other end to Emma’s bracelet on her left arm. This lifts her almost six inches off the ground.
“Emma, put your hands onto the heavy part of the chain to hold your weight, so it doesn’t let loose,” Donald instructs her.
Emma grabs both sides of the chain to hold by the thicker links, which lifts her a little more off the ground.
Here she is, hanging from a baggage rack on a Pullman train, naked, and facing out to the train platform where people are walking up and down. She knows the blinds somewhat hide her, but how much so? Suddenly it is like the first time in the kitchen at Donald’s house when he was pressing the plug up in her, and she thought people from the street walking by could see in at her.
Goodness, is she an exhibitionist? Does she want people to see her in such compromising positions? Just the thought makes fluids drip freely from her.
Donald leaves her dangling like this for a bit. It isn’t bad; as long as she holds the chains at the larger part she is balanced and unencumbered. She swings in place in a sort of circle feeling the air drift over her wet pussy making her shiver a bit. All is good.
And then it gets better.
Donald stands behind her as she faces the window and places his fingers in her slit and checks her wetness. Then he begins to finger- with her labia, vag, and clit, running his fingers and down her, entering her with multiple fingers, searching and finding her G-spot so she dances as lightning rods of lust run through her body.
Later his other hand’s fingers find their way to her ass as he brings her to climax. She can see the people walking by, but can they see her? They don’t often look her way, but the thrill of the possibility sends spasms through her whole body. What is coming over her?
She moans deeply with pleasure as she comes. Donald continues, not letting on the , making her again as her body shakes and shimmers as she feels the waves of the greatest satisfaction wash over her.
Donald slows then and takes his fingers from her, holding her by her hips as she calms. He tells her to grab the overhead baggage rack’s metal bar as he undoes her chain. Then holding her by her waist, he helps her to release and stand on the ground again.
Emma turns to Donald and kisses him with passion. He has taken her to another height.
Donald sits her on the desk chair and gets a warm rag to clean her juices away. He would like to enjoy treat himself, but both are now hungry, and it is getting late to get something to eat.
Dressed and ready, they leave the Pullman car and walk along the station platform past their car, Emma can see the lights on in the room behind the shades, but the way they are closed, she can’t see in at all. But then she realizes, looking a little closer, everyone would have seen her silhouette hanging there, and a man behind her with his arms around her.
Besides the blush comes to her face with this realization, Emma also feels shivers running through her with delight. She will always remember Chattanooga and its Choo-Choo so fondly.
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E076: Birthdays
Posted:Apr 10, 2019 6:40 pm
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2019 6:42 pm
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The last couple of days of their vacation pass as wonderfully as the vacation started. Back home Emma and Donald fall into a routine. The pool is finished, and it is all they could want. They spend many afternoons in it for an hour or so playing and swimming to relieve the tension both sometimes feel from their days. They spend their evenings playing at touching, licking, sucking and entering each other.
Regularly they visit the basement room for some exercise for Emma. She notices that while she is staying toned from the pool and this, Donald is getting just the slightest bit pudgy around his stomach from all the good food they are now enjoying, both at home and away.
Most Fridays they visit Sasha at the spa together for polishing, trimming, and after delights which the three are thrilled to play. When Donald and Emma returned from vacation and presented Sasha with the gift they had gotten her during their shopping trip, she loved it, and the next half hour was spent trying the lingerie on and modeling it for them.
All is good, and the summer is flashing by. It is now early August, and Emma is on pins and needles. Her birthday is just days away.
Now nothing much was ever really done for her birthday growing up, or as an adult, but Emma always had a glow about her on that day. To herself, she acknowledged she had completed another annual cycle of her life. When she was older, she would buy herself something special, if only just a pastry, to privately celebrate.
But this year she is even more excited. While on vacation, one day he is required to show his driver’s license to prove his identity. He turns his attention away as it is checked, and when the clerk goes to return it to him, Donald is not paying attention, so they hand it to Emma.
She glances at it, and a small gasp escapes her lips. She and Donald share the same birthday, August 18th! Butterflies fill her at this knowledge. She has never shared her birthday with anyone before, and for it now to be Donald! Her mind begins whirling thinking of all the things she wants to do to make the day special for him, for all he does for her.
Now it should be known, Donald knows when Emma’s birthday is, and that while not the same year, the same day as his, and it does make him happy knowing they share the date too. He did not even think ever to mention their shared birthdays to Emma but is busy planning things for the day also. While his parents and aunt had always made a big deal of the day for him when younger, nowadays the day often passed unnoticed to him. This year though will be so different. He has already started working on what he will give her as what he hopes is a perfect gift to her.
Luckily for both of them, they keep consulting Karen and Julie as they each strategize details. The women realize what is going on, make sure that neither Emma or Donald plan anything which will interfere with the other’s surprises. They laugh together over Emma’s and Donald’s excitement as the two scheme to provide each other with the greatest joy.
So the beginning of August is also busy with each of their secret plotting and scheming to come up with the best possible surprise for each other.
A few days before her birthday Donald does say to her about going out to dinner on the eighteenth to celebrate her birthday. It floors Emma a little to realize he does know the date of her birthday, but then he is reading her mother’s diary with her, so he must remember from it. Emma kisses him on the cheek and says, “That would be wonderful.” Silently thinking how surprised he will be when he learns she knows it is his birthday too.
The two are like young children so excited about what they want to happen. They almost spill everything to each other in their hard to contain anticipation.
The morning of the eighteenth finally arrives. They stir from sleep and kiss each other good morning. Donald reaches for his nightstand and comes back with a package for Emma. “Happy birthday dear,” he tells her.
Emma is ecstatic for her birthday to start this way, and carefully opens the package, a trait Emma carries over from her ‘earlier’ life. Emma reveals a box from the jeweler that her father bought most of her mother’s gifts from, which is rather heartwarming to Emma that Donald would include that touch.
Inside is a set of two matching gold bracelets. While not heavy, they are each about one inch wide. Donald shows her how to open them and put them on each wrist. When on she realizes that they are like beautiful gold cuffs, and notices to small rings on each of them which can be used to clamp to a chain as a restraint. It like Donald can read her mind, and he nods a little at her which brings tears to her eyes.
They are so beautiful to wear in their own right, but the tingles are running through her right now contemplating the fun they will enjoy with these also. She giggles with delight as she kisses and thanks, Donald.
Then it is her turn to bend to her nightstand and comes back with a box for Donald. “Happy birthday to you too Donald,” she tells him. “Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday today too? I am so glad I found out so we can truly celebrate together.”
Donald looks at her with some surprise. He had wanted to make today so special, just for Emma, that he did not want her to know it was his also to intrude on her day. But his heart surges knowing she has learned about it and wants him to celebrate too.
He looks at the package laying in his lap and opens it to find a wooden box. He lifts the lid and gasps as he sees a first edition copy of the Anais Nin’s Delta of Venus, the first book he had Emma read. Tears are forming in his eyes. Realizing how she must have searched to find this, and when he opens it and sees that it is an autographed copy his heart flips. His kisses of passion in return are deep and heart-filled.
The book falls between them as they do, but he recovers it quickly and puts it out of harm's way as they begin to grope at each other with unheralded need to provide each other with the most possible pleasure right now.
Starting with kisses of passionate lust, as their fingers explore each other, finding as many of each’s erogenous zones they have discovered. Emma’s light touch on the tip of his glans, running her fingernail back and forth over his slit sends tingles of electricity through his cock right to his testicles, and then up through his body from his core to his every limb. He feels himself shaking from her touch.
His fingers trying to so lightly caress her slit and clitoris to begin her dance to the hilltop bring sighs from her. Lately, both from her mother’s diary of descriptions of Charlotte’s and Susan’s play together and watching how Emma and Sasha interact, Donald is trying at times to soften his touch for Emma so she can get the same feeling from him.
He knows most time she does need to feel him in his manly ways pleasure her. But to be able to give a gentler touch for Emma to enjoy that expanded, slower build-up of pleasure women seem to enjoy with each other at times would be so rewarding to him if he could master such.
Emma responds to this light, soothing touch as she feels every nerve in her body become alive with desire. Together the build-up they are creating feels like a combustion about to explode.
Everywhere their fingers and hands caress send waves of desire crashing through them both. It does not take long this morning for the desperate need for Donald to be deep inside Emma builds to require immediate attention. The heat coming from them both has them sweating and dripping on each other.
Donald rolls Emma on her back lifts her legs over his shoulders and plunges into her as deeply as he can. Her wetness welcomes him home immediately. They both shudder and moan as the tip of his cock hits her cervix over and over. Panting and gasping they both are riding this wave so completely. His ass tightens as he feels her tighten her vag so securely around his shaft with each inward thrust. They are in perfect rhythm together right now as this erotic coupling continues.
Soon, too soon, but not soon enough as they both are getting spent, together they cum in a great crashing finale of this wild dance they have just engaged in.
Emma’s legs lower, but she keeps Donald in her as her sides milk every drop from him. He lays on her, lifted a little so not to crush her, and to be able to start staring into her eyes. Both of their eyes are a little glazed from what just transpired, but they both see the red glow on each other’s faces and just goofily smile at each other until they both break out into spontaneous laughter.
What a wonderful way to start to their shared birthdays.
Before they can consider going to bathe, there is a knock at the bedroom door, and Karen and Julie come in carrying a large tray filled with an enormous birthday breakfast and a pitcher of mimosas. They sing happy birthday to them both, a little off-key as they place the birthday spread before them.
“Enjoy!” they tell Emma and Donald as they turn to leave, but not before Julie winks secretly at Emma. The breakfast had been Emma’s idea for a wonderful birthday breakfast in bed where they could take their time, feeding each other.
Almost in unison Emma and Donald ask each other, “You don’t have any plans for today or anywhere you need to be?” They laugh realizing they both are so worried they might not be able to spend every minute of today together that they hug and assure each other their only plans for the day is for them to be together.
That all settled, they dig into the enormous birthday breakfast prepared for them. As the share bites, feed each other, and sip on the mimosas all is so pleasant to start the day. Then they lift the napkin off the plate at the back of the tray thinking it is some new tasty treat to find a gift-wrapped box sitting there.
They giggle with delight to find another present for both of them. Together they open it to find laying side-by-side a blue and a pink inflatable anal plugs. Emma realizes they are plugs but looks questioningly at Donald when she sees the tubing running from it to a bulb at the end and then another wire with a small box at the end.
Donald knew about these but had not thought about getting ones for him and Emma, so he is touched by Karen’s and Julie’s perception of what would be a perfect gift for them.
He takes one and shows Emma how it will enlarge once in you at the discretion of the one holding the pump. And explains to her how to pump it larger and larger, and how to either slowly or quickly release the air pressure. He explains that this is very important as the plug can’t be removed comfortably until deflated.
He also shows her how you can press the button on the remote to start the plug vibrating and the different setting you can run through.
Emma watches in awe as he shows her how large it can grow and how it can vibrate. She feels wet between her legs just thinking about it.
What a delightful and naughty gift Karen and Julie found to give them. They did know about the plugs on the kitchen chair, and are aware of much of the play Donald and Emma gets up to. So to find something they feel Donald and her would enjoy is so kind. And she cannot wait to try them.
Donald sees the desire in her eyes, but he suggests they take a bath and clean up first and then try them out. Emma agrees, and as they finish the last bites and sips of their breakfast she quickly writes a kind thank you note to Karen and Julie, not only for the gift but all they do for her and Donald.
She leaves the note on the tray as they go to the bathroom. Emma knows Donald is buzzing them to let them know to clean the room and change the sheets while they are gone.
In the bathroom they settle in for a nice warm bath together, washing each other as they now expertly know how to do, touch all the right spots on each other, not only to clean them but to give them full enjoyment of this pastime.
Clean now they rub each other with towels to dry, then today, Donald sits Emma on his lap as he rubs lotion all over her to keep her skin soft and glowing. She mews at his touch on her.
Her hair dried, and styled simply, as for now they are only going to be playing more between themselves, they return to the bedroom to find the tray gone, the bed freshly made, with a small piece of paper on the pillows saying, ‘you’re welcome, we hope you enjoy.’ The plugs are lying beside the note.
Donald and Emma laugh together as they jump into bed.
Donald grabs some lube and applies it to the head of each plug. He hands Emma the blue one and lays on his stomach legs tucked up and spread beneath him so she can insert it in him. He feels the head against his sphincter as she slowly presses it up in him. As it passes over that gateway and settles up in his rectum, he lets out a sigh of pure contentment.
When it is in place, he sits and has Emma assume the same position so he can put hers up in her. She feels the wetness of the lube as it edges around her back hole and then presses into her. Since the first time, feeling a plug being placed up in her, or lower herself on to one, sends such quivers through her whole body. She feels it settling inside her nicely and shudders a little.
Donald helps her move her legs back, so she is lying on her stomach, head on a pillow. Donald assumes the same position, and as they look and smile at each other, he hands her the pump for his and takes the pump in his hand for hers. The remotes are laying close at hand for both of them.
Together, watching each other’s reaction, they slowly begin to pump the plugs. Squeeze by squeeze the plugs enlarge within them. The phenomenon they are both experiencing as they do is amazing. They pump them both to the fullest and then start the vibrating. First on the lowest setting then increasing it to the highest constant setting. The two of them just lay for a few minutes sighing and enjoying the feeling of something full up in them squirming.
Emma is dripping, and Donald is hard as a rock from this. They both turn on their sides to face each other and display the impact the plugs are having on them. Emma takes her other hand and begins to jerk Donald’s prick and squeeze his balls. Donald’s fingers are right behind finding his way into Emma’s glory cave and with the wetness found there caresses and pleasures her.
Emma lifts her one leg on his thigh to be more open to his touch. Moving so shifts the plug in her ass to a different angle over which she groans with decadence. Donald fingers up her vag are wiggling away, and his thumb strumming her clit is sublime.
From Emma’s hand and finger play on his cock, squeezing his glans, running her finger in the slit, squeezing up and down his shaft, pressing against the vein at the back - bring her thumb up against it as her hand clamps around him jerking him, it is more than he can take.
In a hoarse voice, he tells Emma to let out a little on the plug as he does hers. Emma follows his lead to reduce the intensity some. Then he has her lower the vibration to the lowest level.
He rolls her on her stomach and helps her lift her legs to get back in the position she was when he placed the plug in her. But now, she feels his rock-hard cock rubbing up and down her slit lubricating himself before he thrusts up in her vag. OHH, the feeling of a cock filling her as her ass is also is so powerful. She realizes why Donald had them lower the pressure. As full as the plugs had been the experience she is enjoying now if still to their max, would have moved more to the point of pain than the lustful pleasure she is enjoying right now.
Donald thrusts in and out of her, and she is soon clenching his prick as he does. She feels her ass throbbing against the plug too. She almost blacks out from the powerful feelings crashing all through her body. She is panting and gasping for air between her whimpers and whines.
Donald is in a similar position. The feel of the vibrating plug full up in him as he thrusts in Emma, feeling her grasp his cock with the side of her vagina is sending him into a frenzy. He growls and groans with each thrust.
He holds Emma tight around her waist with one hand and the other searches for and finds her clitoris. Even his first brush of it sends spirals twisting through Emma’s body. And with his rubbing now the spirals spin faster and faster making her yelp out as the first orgasm rushes through her body.
Donald holds tight as he feels he is getting to point too, but he tries his best to hold off so Emma can come at this level at least one more time before they finish. While he slows and pauses after she arches and cums, after hearing her panting slow, his fingers are back on her clit and he is thrusting into her again, deeper and deeper.
He can feel the vibrations of the plug against the side of her vagina as it clutches against his prink. The marvel of this feeling is addictive, never has he felt such a stirring of such proportions. The multiple commotions coming at his cock and feel his ass vibrating sends addition stimulation to his balls.
He feels all these electrical jolts run straight to his testicles filling them fully to the point of almost hurting. He will have to cum soon.
But first, he speeds up the rubbing and pinching of Emma’s clit, thrusts faster into her, and move the fingers of the hand holding her to squeeze, pinch, then to caress each nipple. Emma shouts out in total surrender to a second overpowering orgasm. Juices spew forth from her, dripping down her thighs and over the base of Donald’s cock down to cover his balls with her cream.
Donald slows only for a minute again and then takes Emma and him home to the best orgasm they have ever had together. It is all encompassing for both of them. If they could reach to kiss at this moment, every hole of their bodies would be tended too.
The amount of cum squirting from Donald, pulse after pulse is amazing. He feels his testicles drained. Never has he ever come as hard as this, and as they collapse after climax, the plugs still vibrate against them. Together they clumsily search for the pumps and remotes, first turn them off, then deflate them. They this is enough fun that way for today.
Donald careful removes the plug from Emma’s throbbing ass, and then reaches around and pulls his out. Placing them on the nightstand, they both crumble on the bed spent. They cling and kiss each other to show their total joy in what they just experienced.
It is only mid-morning now, but they do fall asleep in each other’s arms exhausted for almost an hour.
When they awake, they both are feeling a little stretched and sore in several areas. They need to dial things down a few notches for a while. Which makes Donald remember something Emma had mentioned in passing once.
“Emma, you said you would love to learn to drive a clutch sometime. How about today? Something new to learn for your birthday,” Donald suggested.
Emma squealed with delight at the idea and readily agreed to the idea.
“Which would you like to learn to drive? The jeep or the VW wagon?” he asks her.
Emma ponders this for a minute and then picks the jeep.
As the dress and get ready, they both start to ponder the choice made. More bumps would be felt riding in the jeep. Would that be a good idea in their present condition? But when they are ready, both are feeling a little more back in normal condition, so realize, with the remaining rushes now and then flowing through them both, the bumps might add a nice sexual stirring as they ride along.
In the jeep, Donald takes the driver’s seat to get them to a safe, isolated area for Emma’s first attempt. He explains each gear to her and how she must step on the clutch as she shifts each time. Emma watches intently as Donald backs out of the drive and starts on their way.
She will not be able to say where they drove to as her eyes are on Donald’s hands and feet watching how and when he shifts, slows or stops. After a little while, Donald takes her left hand, and places it over the knob of the gear and hold it as he shifts so she can learn what it feels like.
“It’s not quite the same as when you will be using your right hand, but it gives you an idea of how to move from one gear to the next,” he tells Emma.
She smiles in return, so giddy that this is happening.
It is such a little thing, but to Emma, it feels like the opening of freedom to her. There are so many things she did not experience when she was younger. Things she only read and dreamed about. Now Donald is opening so many of them and more to her. To be able to drive a clutch to her is a symbol that she could buy any car, not the sturdy, reliable model her father always led her to buy. And always in such drab colors.
Donald’s present of this lesson today confirms more of what she plans to do before the afternoon is over if she does learn to drive a clutch.
Donald drives to a rural area, where there are several winding roads circling the district. He first stops in an empty parking lot of a weekend farmers market. No one is around today, so the lot is free for Emma’s first attempt.
He stops and turns off the car and climbs out. Emma is so eager now to start climbs over the clutch to the driver’s seat. Donald is laughing at her antics as he sits in the passage seat.
Donald tells her to press down on the clutch which puts the jeep in neutral and turn the key. She does as he tells her. Then he takes her through the steps to start moving into first gear, then shift to second as she speeds up a little, and then to third. The lot is large enough that she can get up to third before she has to slow and lower to turn.
Emma stalls a few times at first, but within a half hour, she has the motions and feel of the clutch down pat. Donald suggests she goes out on the road and turn right for a while. They spend the next hour driving around the area as Emma becomes more and more confident. She feels like she does have wings and she is flying free.
Emma glances at Donald and suggests they head home as there is something else she would like to do this afternoon before they go to dinner. He looks at her in wonder trying to imagine what she has in mind. But he just directs her through the turns to get back to the main road back to town.
She pulls in the garage and parks perfectly.
“So Emma, what do you want to do now?” Donald asks her.
“Just a minute, I’ll be right back,” she replies as she rushes into the house. In moments she returns and motions for him to get into her car. Now Donald is totally confused but captivated.
Emma drives to a nearby Ford Dealership. She parks and pulls him to come inside. Her usual dealer sees her enter and hurries to welcome her.
“Emma, what are you doing here, you have about a year to go until you are ready for a new model of your car,” he tells her.
“John, I am not looking for another Taurus, I have had my fill of them,” Emma replies. “I want to have a Mustang convertible built to my specifications.”
The dealer and Donald are flabbergasted at her reply and the forcefulness behind it. Donald can only inwardly chuckle as he realizes what he has unleashed.
The dealer tries to steer them to some of the floor models, but Emma stops him cold. She tells him, “John I know just what I want, and you are not going to have it on the lot in this town. Nor possibly will there even be one built with the specs I want. Let’s sit down, and I can give you the details. Meanwhile, have my car appraised as we talk so I know what I will get from that.”
Emma is in her full director’s mode, and there is no chance of offering alternate suggestions. John takes them to his office, calls to have her car valued, and turns to her. Donald just takes a seat beside her to watch this show unwind.
From memory, Emma lists all the features she wants. The exterior a deep racing green - which is available; black leather interior with all the bells and whistles; manual transmission (Donald grins at this now understanding where this is all going); special wheel rims, and tires; and just about every high-end feature available.
John’s mind is whirling with the cost of this car; this is so unlike Emma. While he will love the commission this would bring him, the thought of what her father would have said makes him wonder if he should suggest something more sensible to her. But the determined look on her face, suddenly bringing visions of her father, stops him from speaking.
Instead, he tallies the costs, does a search for if this model with such features is available anywhere, and discovers a dealership just counties away does have the exact model in stock. He quickly tags it as sold to be delivered to his dealership.
Emma is ecstatic, she doesn’t care about the cost, she has the money now, and the dealer does not even question her ability to pay. It is now only about three-thirty, and the dealer is opened later tonight. She asks John, “Would it be possible to have it delivered today?” She so wants the car as her first major birthday present to herself.
Emma’s excitement is so overflowing that Donald is even wrapped up in her ecstasy. He has no idea why this is so important to her right now, but he will drive her to the other dealership and buy it there if need be. Donald tells the dealer as much to give him the incentive to get the car here ASAP. John tells her to give him a minute and leaves.
Emma beams at Donald for his comment. Her hand reaches over and caresses his thigh, higher and higher as they wait. They look over the suggested retail price of the car. Donald knows the price can be lower a good deal, but he will not speak up unless she needs him to.
And the feel of Emma caressing his thigh makes his limp cock begin to perk up. After this morning he has been afraid it would be a good while until it was up to be put in the game again anytime soon, but Emma’s touch always does arouse something in him.
John comes back and tells her with some wheeling and dealing, supposedly, he had them agree to have it ready and on the road in an hour. Then Emma asks how much she will get on her trade in. It is an acceptable amount, but she now goes into full negotiator mode and barters down the price, telling him exactly what the price would be for an employee or family buying, so in the end, she saves several thousand dollars.
She tells Donald why doesn’t he look at some of the models on display for a few minutes. He meekly does as she suggests as he has been blown away by her abilities in the last few minutes.
She hands John an envelope. Inside is the specs and price for a Black Label Lincoln Navigator in dark blue. Included is the PIN for one on the lot of the same dealership along with the price she is willing to pay. It is acceptable, and John’s commission for the day will cover him for the next three months. Emma tells him to get it ordered, with plates and all that is needed, and have it delivered today too.
She gives him all the necessary information to pay directly from her bank account fully for both, and with great satisfaction, she walks to join Donald. He asks her what that was all about? She just brushed it off as setting up the payment for the vehicle so as not to have to fuss with that when they picked it up.
They now have about three hours to pass until they are to pick up Emma’s new car on the way to dinner. It will only take them a short while to get ready for their dinner reservation and get back to the dealership to close the deal before going.
They head home.
Now understand, Emma was busy these last weeks since she learned Donald and she shared a birthday. She had picked out that perfect car for him to complement his present collection of vehicles. She wanted to give him something so special in return for all he has done for her. It was while selecting the car for Donald that she came across the Mustang of her dreams since childhood. She had memorized those specs as she searched for the availability of the vehicle for Donald.
She hadn’t thought to search for what she wanted, as she had no idea how to drive a clutch then, nor expected to learn how to so soon. She is a bit woozy realizing it was available from the same dealership. This evening is going to start off with the best birthday presents she could ever have dreamed. Oh, she so loves her bracelets from Donald and is wearing them since he gave them to her. But to do something independently for herself, how she wants to, is heady stuff for her. Would she ever have imaged this on her birthday last year? What changes she has gone through since then.
At home, Donald helps her undress and suggests they lay down for a short nap to rest before dinner. Naked together in each other’s arms there is not much rest. They are soon groping at each other needing to touch every special spot to bring the lovely sound of excitement which such strokes can bring. Donald is quickly hardening and Emma is dripping within minutes of their explorations.
It is a distinct itch which must be dealt with immediately, so Donald pulls Emma’s back to his stomach, lifts her top leg over his thigh, and direct his penis up into her waiting wet sweet hole.
Emma exhales with delight as she feels Donald up in her deeply again. She could live this way with him fully inside her all the time. He pumps against her over and over as she begins to throb against him as he does.
The coupling goes on for a bit as they enjoy the tension which is building between them. Both are needing to release themselves fully, but so wanting to extend the pleasure for the other. A wonderful tango begins between them as they dip and pause in their dance to make sure the other is moving closer and closer to their total potential.
Donald’s cock begins to feel numb from the pounding as his balls fill with his seed begging to be released. The numbness brings tingles running through him with each thrust. He tries to hold back again but knows it will be soon when everything come cascading out of him.
Emma herself is feeling so close to the edge as Donald bangs and bangs against her. The climax they reached earlier today was so exquisite and probably will never be recreated again, but right now is just as precious. The wonderful feeling whenever she has Donald in her overcomes her again, and she freezes mid-thrust as she cums feeling the tremors crash through her.
As Donald realizes the place she now in, he cannot contain himself anymore and his seed bursts from him, deep up into Emma. Emma shudders feeling him throb against her as he does.
Both finished, they fall together and kiss. Then Donald moves down to Emma’s pussy to help clean her some. As his tongue and lips suck all her juices, and then his dripping from her, mixed with hers, it is the best appetizer he could ever have. Emma purrs with satisfaction as he does. She is like a well-pleasured cat right now as she stretches and arches.
They come out of the revelry and notice the time. They quickly shower and get ready. Emma in an elegant deep cut cream dress which shows off her summer tan to the zenith. Donald in a light summer suit with pale blue shirt and darker tie which in the same way accentuates his tan. They look like a picture book couple about to leave. They have a few minutes until they need to leave, and Donald suggests they have a cocktail in the living room first.
Donald fixes them both a drink, and as they begin to take the first sip, they hear a noise, and suddenly Karen and Julie are standing there holding a large cake, blazing with candles. They carry it singing to the dining room table where they place it for Donald and Emma to see.
Happy birthday is written in the center, and on one side says ‘Emma’ with forty-three candles surrounding it; on the other, it says ‘Donald’ with forty-nine around his name. Their ages as of today. In total ninety-two candles are glowing from the cake. Standing on each side of it, Emma’s and Donald’s faces are also glowing.
Together they bend and blow and blow until all of the candles are out. Both think I have already got my wish for the coming year. Karen cuts them just a bitesize piece each from this wonderful walnut cake with cream frosting. She tells them it will be there later for them or to enjoy over the next few days.
Donald and Emma thank them both sincerely for their thoughtfulness, and again for the wonderful present, they have already enjoyed today. They all laugh at that as Donald and Emma finish their drinks and hurry to the car to get to the dealership.
As it is Emma’s car, they are taking to turn in she drives. They pull up to the front of the dealership; Emma’s new Mustang in all its glory is parked in front. But facing it is a Lincoln Navigator with a huge light blue bow on it.
“Someone is getting a wonderful surprise it appears,” Donald comments to Emma.
Emma has to contain herself and just murmurs, “ah huh.”
The dealer seeing them arrive, hurries out with keys in hand. He presents Emma with the keys to the Mustang and then hesitates unsure about the others. Emma smiles, takes them and hands them to Donald telling him, “Happy birthday, I hope you like this.” As she indicates to the vehicle in front of him.
Donald’s jaw drops. Whatever has Emma done? This is wonderful, and so much more than she should ever have done. It is a perfect vehicle for him, and her, to travel around in and have fun. All he can imagine at the moment is the wide front seats, the back seat, the seats lowered, all the place he and Emma could fuck and enjoy each other in this SUV.
He pulls Emma to him and hugs and kisses her and thanks her so much. Emma laughs with enjoyment realizing her gift, in so many ways not adequate to show how she feels, is so well received.
Emma needs to go inside to complete the final paperwork for both cars. Donald examines both car and truck in awe over all their features. A little later, Emma does call to him to come in to sign for his name and registration on his present. All is completed soon.
Emma stogy car is gone from her life forever; her Mustang awaits her. But now there are two vehicles they need to take with them. Looking at the clock, Emma realizes there is just enough time to take them home before having to leave for their reservations.
They hurry home, and while Donald parks his new present, Emma drops the convertible roof on the Mustang, and she drives them to dinner. Donald does enjoy the ride, watching Emma foot rise and fall as she shifts gear expertly after only one lesson.
Over a leisurely and delicious dinner, Donald does ask Emma about today’s purchases and why?
She blushes a little before she begins, “I wanted to buy the Navigator for you to show you how much I appreciate all that you have done for me, I knew what I wanted for you but could not find the exact one until late yesterday afternoon. I had all the information needed to order it and was going to call it into the dealer today for it to arrive.”
And she continues, “But then you offered to teach me to drive a clutch, and I realized that the dream of what I wanted for a car could become a reality. As soon as I knew I could drive a manual I wanted to go and order it as my birthday present to myself. I wanted to finish throwing off all the stodginess of my life from before and have the car I always desired. It would also be an opportunity to get yours purchased and delivered.”
“I was overjoyed when we found that the car I wanted was available for delivery today too, and so we both got the presents I so wanted for us each today, on our birthday,” Emma concludes. She had burst forth with this explanation that some of her words tumbling over one another, but Donald understood, and took her hand and squeezed it.
“You have given me a birthday gift I will cherish; I wish I could have been the one to give you your dream car in return, but I do realize you needed to do this for yourself. What I have for you seems rather meager in return,” he tells her.
With that, he hands her an envelope with a ribbon on it. She opens it and finds first the deed to his house, which now has her name on it as coowner. Emma begins to cry over this major offering Donald is giving her. She can’t stop herself from the joy flowing through her.
Then she pulls the second document out. It is Donald’s will which he names her as his sole heir. Now nothing will stop her tears, even Donald with a handkerchief trying to dry her eyes.
“How can you same this is meager in return?” Emma sobs to him, the swelling of her heart at this extreme gesture on his part is beyond her comprehension.
“Emma, you are a part of my life now, and I hope always will be. I want you to feel that it is your home equally now. And that I will always care for you no matter what,” Donald tells her.
Luckily, by then they had finished eating, or the wonderful meal would have been lost from Emma overcome with emotions. And Donald is not much better.
Somehow each found the perfect gift for each other to make this year’s birthday the best ever for both of them.
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E075: Bad Emma
Posted:Apr 8, 2019 8:06 am
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2019 7:49 pm
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Their vacation continues wonderfully, Donald and Emma have fun on the beach, by and in the pool at the beach house, and exploring the area. Two days later, in the early afternoon, after playing in the pool for a while Donald and Emma are just lying soaking in the sun. Of course, they are both naked here where no one can see them.
Emma begins to feel rather warm and gets up and goes into the house to get something cool to drink. And then this imp in her takes over to change the course of the whole afternoon.
When she opens the freezer for some ice, she sees some ice packs used for the cooler laying there. Each is flat and about six- or eight inches square. She is so warm right now, and this new desire overtakes her. She takes two of the pack to the bathroom with her, forgetting about anything to drink.
She searches and finds the premade enemas Donald bought for them to use one night together for some anal fun, and she realizes that she wants that now, but more.
She shakes two of the bottles and presses them up in her to fill her. Then placing the ice packs on the seat of the toilet she sits on them. They are so cold. Her ass wiggles from them, but they are giving this sensation which is ricocheting through every nerve in her body. As she feels the contents of her intestines churning as the enema does its magic, the cold she can tell is reddening her ass.
It is such a derelict arousal she is feeling run through her. She sits like this for over twenty minutes just moaning with the exquisite pain and pleasure running through her.
Meanwhile, Donald is beginning to wonder where Emma has gone. He gets up and goes into the beach house searching for her.
Suddenly, Emma sees him standing in the bathroom door looking at her as he hears her loud sighs and whimpers. She hangs her head some, and he realizes what game she is now entering. And as he does, he takes in the whole picture.
The empty enema bottles, the ice packs under her. Where did she come up with this idea for a sensual delight for herself?
Taking the role he knows she wants him to play, Donald speaks sternly, “Emma what are you doing? You know you are not to use the enemas unless we agree together, and now you have wasted two of them.”
Emma loves this response, as it is playing into the naughty girl fantasy which started when she looked into the freezer. But at the same time, she needs to lift the toilet seat very soon and release herself.
She looks at Donald mischiefly and stammers, “I…I…just felt I needed to empty myself, which is going to happen very soon.” She stands, drops the ice packs to the floor as she lifts the seat.
Donald, seeing how red her bottom is from the ice, feels his cock twitching and starting to rise some. This is so intriguing and something he never would have thought of. He watches as Emma quickly plops on to the toilet and all is released from her. Her sighs of relief as all empties from her tells Donald she is feeling this in a very sensual way.
Donald wants to take her to the peak for this game she has started. When he can tell she has emptied all that she can now, he walks to the toilet and flushes it.
Again, in a fake stern voice, Donald tells her, “Young lady, this bad behavior will be dealt with shortly, but I think right now since you wasted two of the four, we might as well use them all up and make sure you are fully internally rinsed. Bend over the counter and wait, I will be right back to continue this.”
Emma with a sly smile on her lips quickly does as he says. Donald picks up the ice packs and leaves for a minute. Emma moans to herself as she bends and waits over the counter; she was enjoying the sensation of the cold packs on her ass. Them making her cheeks red, chilled and a bit damp.
She hears Donald moving around and wonders what he is doing. She can tell he is putting things down in the bedroom just outside the bathroom and then he comes through the door. Donald walks to the toilet and puts the seat down again, and places two new ice packs on it.
Emma can feel her stomach flipping thinking that he does understand this and what is ahead for her.
Donald comes and stands beside her, opening and shaking one of the enema bottles. Sitting on the stool there, he puts a little lube on the head and tells Emma to lay over his lap. She does as told.
“Laying this way for a few minutes first as we put this in you will help it move up deeper in you,” he tells her. He begins to squeeze the bottle to let all the fluid enter her. Then he does the same with the last bottle. After he does, he rubs her red ass cheek as he has her stay in this position for ten minutes.
When the time is up, he tells her to sit on the toilet seat but smacks both cheeks a few times before she does.
The sting of the spanks heating her bottom makes sitting on the icy packs even more intense. It feels like the fireworks they watched the other night are exploding inside her, sending their fiery streams through her whole body. Though it is so cold on her ass, there is a heat burning inside her.
And then Donald does something almost to take her over the edge to sublime ecstasy.
He tells Emma to spread her legs, he reaches and spreads her labia wide open, and places a smaller ice pack against her slit. Feelings of her freezing slit rush through Emma and she shouts out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. But it is all pleasure really as she cums for the first time, her body shaking and shuttering. The fireworks are doing a first finale in her.
Donald tells her to close her legs, and she feels the iciness of the new back in such a delicate place also. He continues explaining she has to sit this way for the next thirty minutes. This is going to be hard, as Emma feels the fluids in her working their magic making her feel so close to needing to release.
Donald leaves her again, and she can hear him moving around the bedroom, humming softly to himself. Him finding her and picking up on this so quickly is better than she could have expected.
Emma is not sure what the devil came over her when she saw the ice bags, but immediately knew today she needed a good spanking and then ass fuck, and she knows Donald understands fully and is going to make sure this happens as much as she needs it.
The ice part, she hopes as she feels the packs numbing her cheeks and now cunt, will add to the sensation of her being spanked. It feels like a couple of hours, but it is only the thirty minutes when Donald comes back into the bathroom, tells Emma to spread her legs again and he takes that ice pack away.
He has her stand as he removes the other packs from the seat and lifts it. Emma sits on it, and though she does need to release all the fluids in her, being so cold from the ice, it takes a minute to relax to let it all out fully.
When all is fully out of her, Donald has her lean over the counter as he washes her ass, crack and hole thoroughly. Only then does he speak, again with the sternness in his voice, “Young lady, for your behavior, and sneaking off to do so, you need a good spanking, come along, let’s get started.” As he takes her by the wrist, and leads her into the bedroom.
Emma sees a straight back chair sitting in front of the dresser which has a hairbrush and leather paddle laying on it. Donald had never spanked her like this before, always on a couch or bed where she laid across his lap her head and legs supported. This is going to be good, and she feels her cunt warming so as fluids begin to drip from her glistening her pussy. Donald notices as she stands waiting for him to direct her.
Now Donald, and Emma, both together and separately have been reading a lot of erotica off their tablets lately. Especially now on vacation. Donald, just this morning, read a story which suggested such a wonderful idea for a full and complete spanking. Perhaps it is a common practice in the spanking world, but it is a new idea to him. It is too bad with all the stories he has read lately he can’t remember which one suggested it. But from it, the idea, next to the hairbrush and paddle is a water squirt bottle.
Emma wonders what that is doing there but does not think much about it.
Donald sits on the chair and tells Emma to come to his right side and bend over. They are both still naked. Emma does as commanded. She is a little wobblily get settled on his lap, her head hanging down on one side, with her hands holding on to the floor for support, her feet barely reaching the ground, actually only on tiptoes, on the other side.
Donald moves her some on his lap to get her in a good position with her ass raised a bit. “Now Emma, you know why you are getting this spanking don’t you?”
Emma in the position she is in, with blood rushing to her head, just meekly replies that she does.
After rubbing her cheeks some like Donald always does before he begins, the feeling of his warm hands over her frozen ass is rather nice, and she feels herself begin to drip again.
But then a difference comes into play.
She feels the water being sprayed over her ass cheeks, not a lot, more of just a mist. She wonders what is going on, but then suddenly understands. Her ass is now so tender from the ice packs, the spritz of water on her cheeks will make each spank sting even more — what an idea.
Emma waits to see if this adds to or takes away from being spanked. She does not have long to wait.
SPANK! The first of the hand spanks lands on her left cheek. Followed by a SPANK on her right cheek.
Between the numbness from the ice, and the sprinkle of water to sensitize her ass the sting of each spank is electrifying. It adds to the sting of the spank but does send rushes running through her.
Donald continues to spank her a number of times.
Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank.
Back and forth over and around each cheek, hitting and warming all of the redness from the ice packs.
He stops, rubs her ass a little, squeezing each cheek as he does, and then spritzes her again and begins afresh. Emma finds herself lifting her feet off the ground kicking and flailing them in response to each spank. Bracing herself with her hands and arms, she does suddenly realize that Donald has such a firm hold with his left arm and hand around her waist holding her tightly in place as he spanks.
Understanding his need to care for her even while he is spanking and punishing her is so endearing to Emma that she begins to let her tears flow. He is so into the role of him needing to discipline his bad girl right now. Emma realizes though she has been bad. Using the enemas today when they were to be saved for a day from now, she did deserve this spanking. And that opened the floodgates.
Crying and thrashing Emma endures the continued hand spanking, knowing there are still two more rounds to go.
Donald slows and again rubs her ass, the spray bottle is brought into play again, and she feels the back of the hairbrush running gently around her cheeks until in spanks her for the first time. Then more and more relentlessly back and forth over her cheeks, and upper thighs.
Emma can feel moving from freezing, to now burning, her ass cheeks are getting a full and complete workout. She continues to cry and kick her legs. She can’t explain the feeling of liberation that comes over her as her tears wash away years of confinement and containment. Each spank awakens her more and more. The tears are in part from joy, and from release from all she has felt guilty over for so long.
And the sexual arousal she gets from it all, she feels the sting of each spank, but it sends this charge starting at her ass and spreading through her body with each stroke she receives. She is so into this revelation to herself that she does not notice that Donald is again slowing and rubbing her cheeks. And then another mist over her so stinging, hot ass, and then she feels the leather paddle against her cheeks.
She cries out as she awakes from her pondering realizing what is about to commence.
As the first strike of the paddle hits her, shudders run through Emma’s body, she feels herself throbbing in her vag, and her back arches as she feels a gigantic orgasm thrash through her. Donald does not let up on the measured spankings with the paddle come down on her, and in quick secession.
Emma is panting hard between her sobs, and Donald delivers a final ten, places the paddle on the dresser, and lifts and turns Emma, so she is on his lap, her arms around his neck as she sobs and sobs into his shoulder.
He allows her to for a few minutes, and when she calms enough, Donald tells her to kneel on the bed with her legs spread wide. As Emma assumes her place and position, she sees some condoms and lube laying on the bed next to where she squats.
Donald is going to play out this fantasy of hers fully.
He comes up behind Emma, and she feels the coolness of the lube dripping around her asshole. She shudders at the feel of it and what is to come. Donald’s fingers massage the lube around her hole and up in it a bit.
Emma appreciates the finger action first to ready her for what is about to come.
She can hear Donald open a condom pack and the quiet smack as he places one on his tip. Emma feels like her hearing has amplified in the last few minutes. Her nerves are raw, and it seems everything is moving in such slow motion when she needs this right now.
She listens as Donald spreading lube all up and down the condom and especially on the glans.
And then it begins.
She feels the glans against her back hole pressing gently but firmly against her anus. She feels Donald enter her an inch or so and shudders run through her once again. Deeper and deeper he thrusts into her. She moans with delight at this decadent pleasure.
She can hear Donald’s heavy breathing, and from the hardon, she felt under her as he spanked her over the chair makes her realize how much he too has been enjoying this two or three-act play.
Deeper and deeper Donald presses up in her. His fingers find a way to her vag and spreading her outer lips to get to Emma’s cave to press into it with his fingers, and his thumb against Emma’s clit to rub and wiggle as he slams into her ass over and over.
Donald is panting and breathing as hard as is Emma; both have a red glow over their faces and necks, almost as deep as Emma’s freshly spanked ass. It isn’t that long before they both can’t contain themselves anymore and each explode into their own climax. Donald’s seed spews up into Emma’s ass, and she withers into a puddle after screaming out, arching her back, throbbing both her cunt and ass against Donald as she cums spectacularly.
Donald falls on Emma’s back as she collapses him kissing her neck and shoulders murmuring over and over, “Thank you Emma for a wonderful, surprising afternoon.”
When they recover enough, Donald gets wet cloths to clean themselves, and as he does he admires Emma’s still rosy ass. The combination of the ice packs, water spritzes, and diligent spanking makes her fading away take longer.
And then wickedness comes over him now.
He goes to the dresser and pulls out a swimsuit – if you could call it that - a skimpy-two-piece bathing suit. He also grabs a swimsuit for himself. “Emma put this suit on, we are going to the beach for the last of the sun this afternoon,” he tells her as he steps into his suit.
Emma looks at him quizzically, but steps into the suit. While not a thong, it is very high cut in the back, showing off a lot of ass. When Emma glances at her back in the mirror, she sees her rosy ass on almost full display.
‘NO! Donald would not make her do that would he?’ is all that she can think. But when he comes back into the room and tells her with a smirking grin on his face it is time to go, he has everything packed; she realizes he is going to make her take the walk of shame.
All the people on the beach will see her ass on display and realize what discipline she just needed. Her asshole is sore and tender from the onslaught she just went through, and the thought of having to walk her spanked ass through a beach crowd blows her away.
But then, those electric currents run through her once again, and the idea of people watching her walk by and noticing seems like the hottest thing she can do today. She knows none of these people, nor will she ever see them again.
This extension of her fantasy that Donald has come up with is the wonderful final act of today’s play. She nods to Donald and walks in front of him out the door and down the path to the beach.
He carries their beach bag in one hand, and his other is on the small of her back, though occasionally he drops it to squeeze one or the other of her cheeks.
Emma is somewhat disappointed as they reach the beach that there are not that many people there in the late afternoon. But as she walks by the ones there she wiggles her ass a little to bring attention to herself.
Donald watchs amused by her antics and the realization that this act of humiliation is rather turning her on.
When they get to a spot, and he lays down their towels, he pulls her close to her and whispers in her ear, “Someone has been a little exhibitionist just now. Does she need to have her bottom spanked again, and follow-up again when we go back to the beach house?”
Emma’s eyes glistening, smiles at him in an impish way any replies, “Perhaps I do.”
Donald laughs and pulls her onto the towels to kiss and fondle her some behind the big umbrella shading them a little.
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E074: Emma’s mother’s story continues: Emma is born
Posted:Apr 6, 2019 11:11 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2019 4:59 am
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Back to the beach house, after having something to eat, Emma sitting at Donald’s feet, he opens her mother’s diary to read more. Both are naked, and Emma switches from caressing his cock to sucking it a little as he reads to her. After this wonderful vacation, he is giving her, being his complete sub for the day, and now this evening seems so right.
They had read more day-to-day entries about Charlotte and Edward, but there had been no mention of Susan again until an entry in 1978.
June 30, 1978
I have left so much out of here, a lot is so important. When we returned from our honeymoon in 1974, I did not see Susan for over a month. Both our lives were so busy, and I think we were unsure where things would lead if we did see each other. Now I realize what silliness we went through, both longing to touch and caress each other again, but our marriages and the time kept us from exploring more.
Things had been going very well with Edward; we had sex at least once a day, sometimes multiple times. He did spank me now and then, but each time I knew I deserved it, and his hand, paddle or brush swatting my ass cheeks did get me so wet and throbbing. Afterward, we always had marvelous sex, and I could depend on having a hundred-dollar bill on my pillow in the morning.
And he gave me a few more pieces of jewelry as I learned to pleasure him fully.
In late June that year, I could not contain myself anymore, and while things were so perfect with Edward, I needed to see and be with Susan I realized. Her touch sent rockets through me in such a different way, and I realized that I did love and want sex constantly.
I called her and invited her to lunch at my house on Wednesday. She quickly accepted.
When she arrived there was an awkward moment at the door, but as soon as I shut it, we just gazed into each other’s eyes, and in seconds we were in each other’s arms kissing with such abandon passion.
For the time we forgot about lunch, and I led her upstairs and to the extra bedroom. Edward never came in here, to him it was just an empty space in the house, unneeded but nice to have. From that moment on, it was Susan’s and my room.
We struggled to get each out of their clothes as quickly as possible as we kissed and fondled each other. We fell, both nude, on the bed and we picked up right where we left off the night before my wedding.
Our hands and fingers were all over each other. Susan leaned and sucked my tits fully for so long. They hurt a little from such wonderful attention, but it was this good sexually charged hurt. I then did the same to her in return. It felt like her boobs were a bit bigger than the last time we were together, but that just added to the enjoyment. We slid around in our positions, and we were at each other’s pussy just taking in the scent of each other again.
Then with our fingers and tongues began to bring each other to that climax which we can only get to together. It was much different than when I do with Edward. With Susan it is a slow rising of heat from me, shivers start running through me and only when have been fully sated with her fingers in me, knowing just where to press, her tongue teasing my clit rotation with her lips sucking on my labia. We both were bringing each other to the tipping point. It was together as we both reached that peak and came.
Moaning together, we turned some, and I laid my head on her stomach, just softly playing with her mons hair, as she stroked my head. It was a wonderful and tender moment between us.
I told her I did not want to be apart like that ever again, and Susan agreed. Chatting softly we came up with the idea of our Wednesday ‘lunches’ here. We agreed that she would come at eleven every Wednesday and stay until three or so. She would be well gone by the time Edward came home, and I could be cleaned up. As it soon became a habit, we would clean up together in the clawfoot bath after our fun and games.
We played a little more later, just finger fucking each other until we came as deeply kissing each other as we did. It was a wonderful reunion.
And so it began. Every Wednesday she was here, we played and talked, and came and came. We chatted about our husbands, how much we enjoyed being with them, but this was something different which gave a different satisfaction. Sometimes one or the other of us had a sore bottom from being spanked the night before, but taking the time to kiss, and caress the stinging cheeks just added another dimension to our fun. We would compare how hard we came and wet we got when spanked, and the release each gave us.
About two weeks later, Susan’s news was something unexpected. She was pregnant! I congratulated her and asked when it was due. My heart was breaking some thinking that our play together would be halted with this news. But Susan assured me we could continue to have fun and enjoy the changes her body was going through.
And we did.
As Susan’s stomach and breast grew, I had great delight rubbing lotion on her and then dipping down between her legs to pleasure her. She could not see me, so it was fun to surprise her with different tricks and treats. She came over and over. Then me on my side, as she could not manage on her stomach now, one leg over her shoulders, she would take me to that special place with her fingers and tongue on me.
One time we tried me sitting on her face as she laid on her back, but in such a position I was so afraid I would smother her. She did not like it either. That was more something men like to fantasize about, but in reality, it isn’t the most satisfying way for either party.
When Susan was about six months along, and I was sucking long and hard on her tit, suddenly something squirted out of the nipple. It was sweet and warm, and we realized Susan had started lactating. I pulled away immediately though the taste was so delightful. I smiled at Susan, and she told me not to stop, it felt so good to release it. So I bent down again and began nursing from her as she stroked my hair. A good twenty minutes on each breast my stomach just craved more.
That is all we did that day beside a little finger play. Susan said it felt so wonderful me sucking her, and it was good that she is getting ready for motherhood now. This became how we played at the end of her pregnancy. She confided that when Tom found out about her full breasts, he was nursing from her most nights also.
Toward the last month and a half before Susan was due, she told me that while Tom still nursed most nights, he had stopped all sex. Afraid it would hurt the pregnancy. I could tell this was taking her to an extreme level of horniness, being so heavy with child, but needing a release to absorb some of the pain she was feeling.
So from then until the week before she delivered, I would suck her to empty her breast for alleviation, and then dip down between her legs to suck, lick, kiss, finger – do anything I could to bring her to climax at least once, but usually two or three times. Afterward she was so grateful for the stimulation which took the feeling of being a beast of burden way.
During this time, I did not mind I was on the giving and not receiving end, I cared for Susan so much I just wanted her to be happy in the state she was in.
When she gave birth to her daughter, Anna, in February of 1975, I hurried to the hospital afterward to see her and the baby. While we kissed in greeting as we do now, all was just focused on the baby. She was cute, small and a bundle of joy.
For a couple of weeks after, Susan stayed confined to home, but then she began visiting on Wednesday’s again. But now with baby Anna, during the next two months, it was that we just adored and fussed over the baby and had some lunch. She did have me suck her tits as Anna was sleeping in the other room to relief them. She said while Anna did nurse well, her breasts were always filled more than needed.
Tom was doing his part with this too.
It was not until almost May that Susan came to call alone. Tom had hired a nanny for Anna during the day to help and keep Susan from being overwhelmed. By then Susan was so in need of attention from me again. Tom had began enjoying her again, but she so yearned for our time together and needed again.
I had no problem with that, and we started up with our Wednesday play, which did now include me sucking her tits at least once during our time together. We were all over each other, fingers, tongues, lips, pleasuring each other and making us each come individually and together over and over.
It was amazing how much, how often, we could pleasure each other in such a short amount of time. And as we laid in each other’s arms as we bathed afterwards, gently stroking and kissing always brought our Wednesday’s to a wonderful close.
It is funny that Edward and Tom never caught on, we bother we were in such a mellow place on Wednesday nights, and if they instigated any sexual play we jumped at it as both our bodies were still highly electrified from the afternoon.
Things went on this way until early January the next year when I realized I was pregnant this time. Edward was ecstatic and Susan so close behind him. Suddenly, our roles were reversed, and Susan was who tended me as I began to grow. Her tenderness to me was endearing, and when my milk began to flow in the sixth month as hers had, I allowed her to taste my nectar first before I let Edward know.
Edward and Tom were such great friends, I knew Tom had told him about nursing Susan and he was waiting in anticipation since we found I was pregnant. So the night after Susan enjoyed first, I told him to try to suck some and see what happened.
His response was overwhelming. You would think he had reached nirvana. There was no stopping him from then on until I gave birth. He made sure my breasts were full and ready all the time. When Susan was not there, I would have to pump my breasts most afternoon due to how much I was producing.
Edward bought me several rather sexy nursing bras to wear, and I received a number of lovely pieces of jewelry. All spankings stopped the moment he knew I was pregnant, and his tender care was enthralling to me.
Emma entered the world in August of 1976, and we were all mesmerized by her. She was such a good baby and so adaptable. Again, a couple of months went by with Susan and I just having lunch with our babies on Wednesdays, us each sucking each other a bit while the babies napped in the other room. Then, in the same way, our mutual lust, feeling recuperated and frisky again the nanny was brought back into play.
For the next year or two, she would come and collect Emma and take her to Susan’s house where she would watch them until Susan came home, and then bring Emma back home. The wonders of those afternoons, our sexual play, fingering and lip fucking each other, along with regular nursing kept us both so happy and gave us a day away from worrying about our babies,
It was during this time that Susan surprised me with the first vibrator which we used on each other to bring us over the peak time and time again. And then a strapon for us to really enjoy fucking each other, which similar to what happened with our husbands, so different when a woman is focusing a cock on you.
Anna was weaned by the time she was one, and Emma at about nine months. But between our husband's enjoyment and ours too, we both did not stop our milk from flowing until 1978.
We both explained to Edward and Tom it was time to bring this to an end, and while both disappointed, accepted our decision. I do have to say that for the two years when Edward did lay next to me each morning and evening sucking at my tits, taking in so much milk, I did receive many gifts of jewelry to show his appreciation. And neither Susan or I were spanked during this whole period.
And so, these last few months, Susan and I have done what was necessary to stop our flow of mother’s nectar and while we are both disappointed to end it, we know with our girls getting older it is not practical to continue. We have our other, now expanded fun, finding new ways, either learned from our husbands, or things we found to pleasure each other for substitutions.
So, like all things, this too has now ended. What will the future hold for all of us?
As Donald reads this entry, Emma, at his feet, is fondling and sucking his cock to full arousal. Every time he reads any part about her mother and Susan nursing she is on his glans sucking it like a nipple, trying and trying he realizes to suck the cream from him. And several times as this goes on he was so close to. Precum dripped out of him over and over, and Emma just licked it up unsated.
When he finishes, he leans back and lets her nurse his cock, just the glans in her mouth, as she sucks him. It is not long before he does start to cum. He tries to hold back some so to allow her to enjoy his cream dripping from him like he is sucking a nipple. He can see she is in another place, enjoying sucking him dry. And to him, it feels wonderful.
When she finishes, Donald wants to return the pleasure to Emma, but something about her demeanor holds him back. Instead, he helps her stand and heads her to the bed where they fall together. They lay with Emma’s head on his chest as he strokes her hair and back until he hears her deep breathing and occasional quiet snore to let him know she is asleep.
Donald stays awake a little longer thinking about the day, this whole vacation, and even back over the last two months since he beheld Emma at his door for the first time. How his life has so changed in such a short time. And how wonderful this ride is being. He finally falls asleep too with a smile on his lips.
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E073: A shopping trip together
Posted:Apr 4, 2019 7:02 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2019 4:59 am
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fter the fireworks end, Donald and Emma return to the beach house and finish the bottle of wine they had taken to enjoy while watching the rockets' red blaze. Due to the nice ocean breeze, the fresh air wafting through the open windows, and just all the sun and fun from the day, they both fall asleep rather quickly.
To back up for a moment:
While Emma calls him ‘Donald’ now, and they seem to be playing on level ground, though it hasn’t been mentioned since its completion, Emma’s pearl necklace is still a central part of their lives together.
She was upset two days after it was completed when Donald took it off her. She whimpered a little and in tears asked, “Why?”
Donald explained she would soon have it back; he just needed to get it restrung and knotted so it would be secure for her always. Through her tears, Emma nodded her acceptance. It was only a couple of days when one afternoon Donald brought it , newly strung, just a tad bit longer due to the knots, and placed it on her. The glow running through her as he did was overwhelming. The necklace now lay more in the nape of her neck, with the misshaped heart loop just hitting her collarbone.
That evening he placed her leash on her, and they spent the evening with her being his special pet again. She found she did rather enjoy, occasionally, being this for him, especially when she got to lick and lap at his cock as she sat at his feet.
Now, in the morning, a few times during the day, and as they lay starting to fall asleep, Donald will pull on the loop, just a little. This sends an electrical rush through Emma each time, and she just murmurs, “Yes, sir” to him to let him know. Yes, he is still her dominant master, and she, his submissive slave. He might be treating her equally a lot now, but she still knows her place with him.

The next morning, as they wake and have their now-usual morning about what the day will hold, Donald again tugs at her loop and Emma replies, “Good morning, sir. What do you wish to do today?”
Donald smiles fondly at her; to know she can so easily assume this role when required is enthralling to him. He hugs Emma to him and says, “Let’s go exploring this morning and see what we come across. Now to the shower so we can get going soon.” He swats her ass affectionately to get them started on the day.
Soon they're dressed, Emma in a simple sleeveless shift, he in shorts and a polo shirt. Both are nice and golden tan now. Due to this, he keeps Emma’s makeup minimal to show off her natural beauty, which is coming to the surface so much now.
Donald does love showing her off to the world, with it firmly known she is his unless he wants to share her a little in special ways, like with Sasha.
While he tells Emma that they are going ‘exploring’ today, he knows where exactly they are going. His fetish for liking to clothes and lingerie for women is still strong in him, but since he created such a large wardrobe for Emma when they started, this will be the first opportunity to add to it.
Today, they are going to do it in person, not online. Donald starts to harden as he thinks about what he has planned: Emma trying on bras, and dresses, and all sorts of things as he watches and helps her put them on. Him, picking which ones for her to try on for him. It is going to be a lust-filled morning, perhaps extending into the afternoon for him.
He hasn’t told Emma about this little kink of his, but she probably does suspect some, considering the extent of what he presented to her early on. He hopes she will find enjoyment in today too.
So, they drive down the coast about twenty miles to another seaside town. Along the way, they do admire the views of the ocean and the lovely areas and towns along the way. It is all picturesque.
Donald has done his research on the area when choosing it for their vacation. In the town to which he is heading is an exclusive, rather expensive, women’s clothing store. While Emma, from time to time, cries out about “oh that.” While he knows she wants to stop and explore more, he continues to his pre-decided destination.
When they pull in near the store in the town Emma is a little confused about why they are stopping here of all places.
Donald helps her from the car, and as he likes, with his hand on her ass, directs her to the store.
Now Emma has never been big on shopping, due to the drab things she always wore in her ‘old life,’ but right now, seeing the lovely outfits in the window she does feel twitches through her body imagining wearing any of them. So she follows Donald’s lead willingly.
Donald turns toward the lingerie section first. He wants to do this fashion-show buying completely with Emma today.
They walk around the section looking at different bras, panties, garters, teddies, and camisoles – so much silk and lace surround them. Donald is in heaven, and Emma, admiring them all too, is just a cloud .
Donald inspects several items carefully; he wants the best quality and the perfect fabric and cut. Emma watches as he chooses. From time to time he will lift an item to hold it against Emma to imagine how it will on her or to see if the color complements her coloring. There are so many colors, shades and hues for him to choose from.
Emma from time to time will pick up an item which looks interesting to her, but Donald usually tells her the flaws in the style or manufacturing. Each time after he does, he pulls gently on her loop, and she falls silent, quickly learning that her role today is to be the good subservient, doing as she is told.
After Donald has set aside several items, all the perfect size as he does know Emma’s dimensions so well, he picks a pretty shelf bra and skimpy panty set which do appear a little small for her. He asks the saleswoman hovering around to please place this set aside to be bought when they are done.
Emma looks quizzically him when he does this, but now in her role for the day does not dare to ask. Donald sees her and explains, “I thought it would be nice to get Sasha a little something from our vacation. Don’t you think she will like that set? I feel bad we had to leave before play Friday, and we will be missing this week too. So, a little something to make up for it from us both.”
Emma grins widely and nods her head in agreement with him. Sasha will love the set; the color and style are perfect for her, and Emma will love seeing her in them. Donald does know how to select the perfect items for women to wear.
Finally, with several bras and a few garters, teddies and camisoles - the panties will stay on the counter as they can’t really be tried on – Donald asks the saleswoman to show them to a dressing room.
The saleswoman hesitates at the request that Donald accompany Emma into the room, and Donald, seeing her hesitation says, “It is important for me to see which will the best on her, and to help her try them on – if you don’t mind.”
The saleswoman twitters a bit but shows them to a dressing room with a large three-sided mirror in the corner, a bench, and a chair, and a little platform in front of the mirrors to stand on to see yourself better. She places the items on one side of the bench and asks if they need anything else.
“Give us about a half an hour and then check back, please,” Donald tells her, dismissing her as he locks the dressing room door. Donald turns to a giggling Emma grinning at his reply.
Donald goes over by the bench and tells Emma to come to him. She is now completely in the role of his love slave and feels herself dripping – it is a good thing they are not trying on any of the panties or they would have to them all for the stains she would leave on them.
Holding Emma close to him, he reaches behind her and unzips her dress. This simple act when done to her sends an electric wave through her, followed by more dripping between her legs. Donald slowly lets it drop down her shoulders and fall to the ground.
Emma, a good slave that she is, quickly steps of it and picks it up to hang it on one of the available hooks. Then she turns back to her master.
Donald pulls her close and kisses her deeply with great passion. This is starting so nicely. Emma can feel him harden against her. He again reaches behind her, and after rubbing her shoulders, down her back some, he unclips her bra and brings it forward to take off her. Again she takes it from him and hangs it before returning to stand in front of him.
Instinctively, now in this role, she raises her arms and places her hands behind her neck, feet apart the correct width. Donald sighs deeply at what she is doing for him. He lifts his hands and cups each of her breasts and fondles them, teasing the nipples a little. He removes one hand and runs his fingers over her slit from outside her panties. “Oh my, someone is a little wet,” Donald tells her.
Emma blushes as he lowers his head and takes one nipple into his mouth to suck until it is hard and large. Then the same treatment to the other. Emma is moaning with pleasure. He tells her just to be cocky, “That’s so that we can see how well the bras will on you. Now, up on the platform as you are now but turn slowly around and around for to admire you.”
Emma does as Donald tells her immediately as he pulls the chair into the best position and sits on it. Emma turns a few times for him, Donald enjoying the show of her tits and ass. Especially with the three-way mirror allowing all sides of her to be shown off at once.
He leans and picks up one of the bras and comes and stands in front of her. Emma lifts her arms to allow Donald to drop the bra down on her. He takes his time cupping each of her breasts to settle them in the bra, before reaching around her and hooking it on her. She leans into his chest as he does, just smelling his scent and wanting him so.
Donald is getting harder and harder now with this game, and he does give off this somewhat primal, lustful scent when he reaches this point. Just as Emma’s scent her perfume, which he has especially picked for her adds to the aroma. Many people do not pick up on the change in the fragrance individuals give off when aroused, but Donald and Emma are coming to know each other’s and know where things will lead from that.
The bra hooked, Donald does fuss over Emma to get her breasts perfectly situated in it. In the end, he shakes his head and takes it off her, only to try again with the next. He is looking for perfection in both the quality and fit of the bras. The ones he bought online for her do fit well, but from now on, everything bought for her to wear must be flawless for his pet.
They go on with this for several minutes, going through about bras. Donald carefully puts them on Emma, then lifts and squeezes her breasts to position them perfectly and often takes a moment to pinch her tits to keep them attention. He sighs, but for a few, he steps back, off the stand and has her turn around as he watches with a smile on his . Those go to a special pile.
By the time they get to the fifteenth and final bra, Donald is poking of his shorts; he is so hard. Never could he imagine he would be in the position that he is actually shopping with a woman, in a dressing room choosing the perfect things for her. And to start with the lingerie is perhaps a mistake, but a worthwhile mistake.
Emma can see his dilemma now. His is so red, he is breathing heavy, but he has such a glow of happiness on his .
“Donald, sir, sit in the chair, please,” she tells him. He does as she asks, and she comes, with the last bra in perfect place, and kneels between his legs. She undoes his shorts and pulls them down to his knees and leans in and takes his glans in her mouth.
The deep sigh of so-needed release escapes Donald’s lips. He puts his hand over his mouth as he realizes if anyone is outside the room, they could hear. Sitting like this Emma sucks and sucks him, taking more and more of him in her mouth. He looks up and sees Emma’s ass wiggling in the three-sided mirror; he can almost see her sucking his cock too. Oh, this is even further than any shopping fantasy he's had has ever taken him. He is quickly reaching the point of cumming.
And then there is a knock the door: the saleswoman, the half-hour-later check on them. She asks if they need anything else.
Knowing at this moment Donald would not be able to reply, Emma lifts her head from him and says, “We have a couple more to try, and then there are three we would like to see in a little larger size. If you could come back in say, five minutes?”
The saleswoman confirms and walks away as Emma’s lips dip back to Donald’s throbbing cock. His hands stroke her hair as she does. All he can think is, how does this woman do this? Emma, who was a lump of clay when she first came to him such a short time ago, now can stop mid-fellatio and sound normal, then go right back at it. Just the thought of her amazing new skills takes him so close to climax.
And when Emma presses against his perineum, it is too much; he needs to release such a wad right now. Could Emma handle it? Then the moment takes over, and he does spurt up in her so much, so hard. Emma is gagging a little but takes most of it in. A little drips down her chest and a drop or two fall onto the bra she is trying on.
I guess we will have to that one for sure, Donald thinks, as he pants to compose himself.
Composed once again, Donald takes the bra off Emma and puts it in the to- pile. He has her stand in her proper position on the stand as he tucks himself back into his pants. And the saleswoman is back, right on time.
This time Donald opens the door widely and has her come in. She sees Emma on the stand with only her skimpy panties on, her hand behind her neck. She does a bit of a double take this but keeps her self-control as Donald hands her the bras they will be buying, with the matching panties, he tells her. Then the three which need a larger size, and the ones they are not interested in.
Donald tells her he will come with her right now to select some outfits to try on. They both leave, and Emma is left standing in the position in the dressing room.
All sorts of thoughts and feelings rush over Emma now. Being on display this way for the saleswoman to see is first. What must she think of me? And with my hands behind my neck is such a subservient position – did she know that or think I am just stretching? And Donald, so nonchalant about it all. As if my standing almost nude like this is normal. Where has he gone, leaving me like this? Is he saying anything to her?

Emma is near tears at these thoughts; she knows she is being silly, but to be on display like that in front of a stranger. She wants to step down, put her clothes on and leave this place, but she knows she won’t as Donald would be so displeased.
It seems like hours, but less than twenty minutes later, when Donald and the saleswoman return, both carrying a of outfits which they put on the hooks on the wall. The woman turns and really looks Emma standing there and tells Donald, “Yes, I see what you mean about those three bras being a bit too small. She does have very nice breasts, and it is important to fit so they can be shown off at their finest. I will get you a size up in each of them to see if that works.” She winks at Emma as she leaves, making the tears start to flow.
Donald, seeing this, takes a handkerchief from his pocket and comes to Emma and dries her eyes. He implores her, “Emma, what is wrong? What has upset you? Do you want to leave? I thought we are having a nice time shopping.”
Emma shakes her head, puts her arms around his neck and assures him she is alright; she just got taken in the moment of someone seeing her like this.
Donald chuckles and tells her not to be upset, everything is fine, and he is sure the saleswoman enjoyed looking at her gorgeous body.
Emma smiles weakly and then looks at all the clothes he has brought in for her to try on. Donald sits on the chair and pulls her on his lap telling her they have all the time in the world to try them on, but now, they will wait for the new bras to try first.
Emma hugs and kisses him. She does so like it when he holds her on his lap. She knows she is still in the subservient role for now. But his fondling and pampering her for a few minutes is so nice, letting her know he does appreciate his pet. She whimpers in his ear at the attention he is showing her.
Her legs begin to separate, desperate for his touch, but Donald spanks her thighs and tells her to behave, that will be dealt with later.
The saleswoman’s knock at the door makes Emma jump back into her proper position on the stand as Donald answers the door. He takes the new bras from her and sets two on the bench. The third, he comes and in the same way as before puts it on Emma and reaches behind her to hook it. He cups each of her breasts to get them to settle properly in it, then stands back to see how it looks. He has her turn around twice to be sure it is properly in place. Emma enjoys the view of herself three-sided as she does.
He does the same with the other two. Though the second, he is not pleased with at all. The third fits her the best, and he leaves it on her now as he turns to the dresses hanging on the hooks.
There are so many, and he takes his time over each putting it on Emma, straightening, fixing it to hang just right, then has her turn as he sits on the chair to consider if it is a worthy offering.
Most, he tosses aside, more or less. He has brought so many to try on to play this out with Emma for a good while. A few, he does really like how she looks in them and sets them in a special pile to purchase.
After Emma models most of the dresses, Donald pulls out a very different style dress than he usually has her wear. It is a little longer, to her knees, but it is the rather fully flared- bottom of the dress that is interesting. He never has her wear anything like this. The top is rather low as is the back; the collar of the dress just hides the bra. Rather tight at the waist, but then the full skirt – she could see herself wearing a big slip it to make it flare .
As she stands on the platform and turns for Donald, Emma can see it is a nice and flattering dress. But then she finds the real reason for it.
Donald sits on the platform and moves back some to be right in the middle of it. He dips his head the skirt. Emma feels her panties being lowered. She lifts her right foot as he slips it off her and then her left.
Now the fun begins.
First, Donald’s fingers are caressing her thighs and moving toward her cunt. As his fingers pinch and pull her outer labia to make them swell and redden, Emma feels his lips kissing her inner thighs up and down.
The feeling of Donald being her full skirt doing this adds to Emma’s excitement. His tongue moves to her slit, being held wide by his fingers. Once he can lick her up and down her slit over and over, his fingers move to her vagina and anus. They are so wet from all that Emma has been dripping; they lubricate his fingers so much that it is easy to enter both holes with a couple of fingers. Concentrating on her clit with his tongue, he moves his fingers in and , all around and pressing farther up in her.
She can feel them pressing against the wall separating her two entrances and moans in pleasure, and she works her way to an orgasm. She has to press her hands on Donald’s covered shoulders to keep her balance. The whole experience of him hidden from her her dress, pleasuring her so is overwhelming, and she cries as she cums.
When she has, Donald slows his attention and then moves from her dress. “Yes, I think we will get this dress; it does so seem like it will be enjoyable when you wear it,” Donald tells her.
Emma smiles him, as he lifts the dress off her. He then takes her panties and wipes all the from her slit and lifts the panties to sniff her erotic scent. He then puts the panties in his pocket. Emma is going to be commando from here on today, it seems.
He takes the bra off her, puts her own on back on, lifts her dress on her and smooths it down. He picks up the two bras and about new dresses he likes and has Emma lead the way to the counter to add them to their day’s shopping.
The saleswoman is overjoyed when she sees how much they are buying. And when Donald tells her that now they want to see some shoes, she scuttles to take them to that department.
Donald looks around, finds three heels that will match the dresses chosen and tells the saleswoman Emma’s shoe size. She is back in a flash with the three pairs.
Donald has Emma sit in a chair, he right beside her. The saleswoman is sitting on a small stool between Emma’s legs. She lifts Emma right foot and removes her shoe. Seeing Emma is not wearing stockings, she takes a nylon knee- and after putting it over her toes, slowly pulls it up to her knees. Emma squirms a little feeling this rather nice caressing attention.
The same happens with her left foot and calf. Emma turns wide-eyed to Donald for him to know how this is affecting her. He smiles and lifts his hand and spreads his index and middle finger into a “V.” Emma blushes as she understands what he is commanding his subservient to do. Emma spreads her legs apart some, so the saleswoman has a view of her dripping pussy.
All the saleswoman can do is give a deep sigh.
She slides the first pair of shoes on Emma, fingering the soles of her feet as she does. Another wave of lust rushes through Emma.
This is crazy, I have no idea who this woman is, nor her who I am, but her touch right now is sending electric currents through my body, Emma thinks.
She stands and walks around to see how the shoes fit, and for Donald to decide if he likes them. They go through this two more times. Each time she feels the saleswoman’s soft fingers on her foot and ankle, she shudders a little. She keeps her legs spread, and she knows the woman is truly enjoying the view she has as she places the shoes on her.
After Donald agrees to the three pairs, he walks over and picks up a pair of thigh-high leather boots with laces all the way up. He asks the saleswoman to get a pair of them to try on Emma.
Oh my gah, she is going to be lacing boots all the way up to inches from my crotch, Emma laments to herself.
The saleswoman returns with the boots. Emma has never worn anything like this before, and it seems like a bit of an ordeal to get into them.
They are unlaced now; the shoelaces, thin leather, are hanging from the boots. The saleswoman lifts Emma's right foot and places it on her knee as she slides the boot base on her. The heels of the boot are three inches high and rather spiked. That is now pressing against the saleswoman’s knee. She begins to lace the boot, rubbing her fingers up Emma’s calf through the leather.
Emma in this position does have her legs rather spread and with one on the woman’s knee is leaning back a little for full exposure.
When the saleswoman has laced up to Emma’s knee, she lowers Emma’s foot to the floor again. Now slowly, pulling the leather up, her fingers touching Emma’s bare thigh as she does. Lacing the boot more and more, going back to tighten the shoelace some to fit Emma correctly.
Emma grabs Donald’s hand as she starts to feel a strong wave, taking her to a climax, rush over her. She squeezes his hand hard as she suppresses crying , but her and neck are bright red.
Donald squeezes her hand in return and chuckles a little, and the saleswoman tightens the last loop and ties on the lace. Emma feels like getting this one boot on has taken over an hour, but in reality, less than five minutes. And there is still the left leg to go.
Getting it on is like the right leg, and once again, as she feels the saleswoman’s fingers work up her leg lacing and tying it on her, as she reaches the top and Emma feels her fingers so close to her pussy, she drips and drips and is reaching a second climax.
The saleswoman realizes what is happening to Emma now, she quickly ties this boot up, and then runs her fingers up the exposed portion of Emma’s thigh and swiftly runs her finger up and down Emma’s sopping slit. Just a few moments pass as she does this, but when she rubs Emma’s clit for a few seconds, that is when the second explosion comes over Emma.
Emma is biting her lips so hard to keep quiet as this happens and squeezing Donald’s hand so hard; it is lucky there is no one near them in the store, or they would easily know what is happening.
Donald tells her to stand and walk around some. Emma is wobbly on her feet at first from all she has just gone through. When she comes back to Donald, as the saleswoman sits on the stool looking on, Donald raises the front of her dress to see the boots to their top. This does expose some of Emma’s still-soaked slit. She blushes deeply going through this with another watching.
“Do you like them, Emma? Should we get the boots too?” Donald asks her.
“They are different and feel so nice on my legs and thighs,” Emma replies.
She sits down, and the saleswoman reverses the process untying the laces down to her foot. She only runs her fingers over the top of each of Emma’s thighs before she begins, making Emma remember what happened to her twice with these boots. Emma sighs a bit as they are undone.
Donald tells the saleswoman to ring up their bill, including the shoes and boots. Donald goes to the checkout counter and picks two dresses and two sets of lingerie. “We will take these with us, but the others I want to be shipped to our home. They are too much to pack for our return,” Donald says.
He gives her the after she rings everything up. He gives her his and picks up the bag of what they are taking with them. The whole time Emma stands next to him, her arms around her back to show him she is still in the role he wants her in now.
As they leave the store, Donald’s hand is on her ass caressing her as they walk to their car.
As they drive home Donald’s head is filled with the euphoria of finally having such a divine shopping experience. They will do this regularly now. Emma, still blushing from all that has happened, wonders why she can be so aroused from anyone's touch at this time. Even the thought of that makes her drip again, knowing by the time they get home, as she has no panties on, the back of her dress will be wet.
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E072: Fourth of July
Posted:Apr 2, 2019 9:34 am
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2019 7:48 pm
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The next month or so flies by for Donald and Emma. Plans for their pool are developing, and the building of it will soon begin. All the work needed to be done on Emma’s house is finished, and a realtor has placed in on the market. The asking price amazes Emma some as she did not realize the value of the property.
The furniture auction is complete, there are still a couple more things to sell, but her bank account is rising substantially. The one-hundred-dollar bills are saved for future sale. They will bring in more then and are safe and sound in the bank for now.
Her mother’s jewelry is valued after a few more afternoons Emma and Donald continuing to the game they began. Some pieces Emma is keeping as she likes them; but the others are finding their way to buyers and sellers. Yes, her old life is drifting away as Emma relishes in this new life she has now.
Understand, during this time a somewhat regular routine for Donald and Emma develops. The pearl lessons vary, but during a week or two, all played before they begin again. She is tanning a bit now and then, daily massages, and they bathe or shower together all the time. Donald continues to dress and prepare her for the day. Once a week they spent the afternoon in the basement for exercise and other delights, keeping Emma fit and flexible.
Every couple of weeks Donald lets Emma know, and she prepares herself, and that evening they have anal sex. In the same way, but not quite as often, she puts on a strapon for Donald’s pleasure.
She is spanked when needed. Emma likes sometimes to be disobedient enough to earn one. Either not meeting the time schedule given, or other misdemeanors to earn time over Donald’s lap and the use in both ways of the paddle. Donald is aware of what she is doing, but enjoys these encounters too,
Life is moving along wonderfully. And most Fridays they spend with Sasha. All learning more and more about the three-way play.
And before they know it a month is over. Donald, remembering Emma’s tears and comments about never going on vacation in her life decide that this is one thing they need to do more. Especially, since the days of his college summers, Donald never goes on vacations now either; only some conferences now and then. Donald hasn’t as not having someone to share a vacation with; now with Emma, it is something which they can enjoy together.
He searches around and finds a beach house for rent, with both a pool and jacuzzi. And it is available for the week of Fourth of July. He quickly books it and makes plane reservations. He decides not to tell Emma until just before as a surprise.
So after a Friday morning session with Sasha, he tells Sasha that they can’t stay today. This makes Emma very confused. He whisks her to the car and begins to drive. Emma asks him where they are going?
He smiles at her and tells her to the airport. Now she is puzzled. She has never been on a plane; it is not like they are picking someone up. And luggage, she hasn’t packed anything. But then she looks on the back seat and sees two suitcases, the one she carries back and forth to her house and another sitting on the seat.
She realizes that just as Donald selects and dresses her every day, he knows what he wants to be packed for her.
“So are you going to tell me where we are going? How long will we be gone? Or is it all a big surprise?” Emma quizzes Donald.
“You will shortly see which plane we are getting on and where we are going,” he assures her.
Emma leans back and sighs. But then another feeling overtakes her. She has never flown!
“Donald, I might be scared on the plane, I have never been on one before,” she tells him.
“Don’t worry; I will make sure you are calm and relaxes on the trip. I have a feeling you are going to enjoy flying and want to again and again,” Donald promises her.
At the airport gate, Emma sees where they are going and is delighted. Somewhere a few hours on the plane away, but a place by the water. She hugs Donald in her excitement.
Then, when they board the plane, and she realizes they are flying first class, her enthusiasm mounts. Donald tells her to take the window seat so she can look out, but also so she will be to the right of him.
He quickly gets her a pillow and a blanket from the overhead; raises the armrest between them and put the blanket over their laps.
“Donald, I am not cold,” Emma tells him.
“Just wait, you will see why,” he answers her.
The drink cart comes around; they each get one. Emma hears the engine start and the attendant begin the safety instructions. As she listens, she feels Donald hand moving up her thigh spreading her legs enough so his fingers can run over her pussy. First on the outside of her panties which are soon dripping, and then sliding his fingers in to play and pleasure her directly.
Emma leans her head back against the pillow and enjoys the relaxing attention, which is taking her mind off the impending departure. As the plane moves from the gate and onto the runway, Emma grabs Donald’s left hand to hold tight. Then his wonderful attention makes her close her eyes and enjoys what is rushing over her.
By the time the plane is in the sky, Emma has cum quietly, pressing her face against Donald’s shoulders to muffle her cries. Donald removes his hand and brings it dripping up to Emma’s lips where she takes them in her mouth and licks them dry.
“Are you going to need that attention when we are ready to land or are you over your uneasiness about flying now?” Donald asks her. “Not that I would not like to help you along again,” he grins at her.
They both laugh a little, and then Emma spends most her time staring out the window seeing the country going by below her. She has seen programs which show what the view from a plane is, but to see it herself sends tingles through her.
And Donald is gently caressing and rubbing her back as she looks adds to the tingles.
Once at their destination Donald hurries them through to the car rental, gets them settled and turning on his GPS starting them to their final destination.
Driving along the shore is a wonderful view for Emma, but when they arrive at the beach house and see that it is all and more than what they expect, she is in seventh heaven. Her joy and excitement of being here warms Donald’s heart knowing he is doing the right thing.
It takes them no time to get undressed and into the pool – it is not that deep at any part, but enclosed so no one can see them.
They swim a few laps, then play the diving game, and finally him leaning against the side of the pool, Donald lifts Emma up and on his now hard cock. She moans with delight as she feels him enter her. She starts throbbing immediately. Something that so delights Donald when it happens. At times it takes a while for Emma to get to the throbbing place as they are fucking, but times like this when she is wet, willing, and totally ready are such a joy.
They take their time, they’re on vacation, and the pleasure of Emma clenching him on each stroke makes it call for a slow interval to a conclusion.
Emma clings to Donald’s neck as he slowly moves her back and forth in this lustful water dance they are performing. She sucks at his neck and ears making him shudder from her touch. The water is just the right temperature to make this pool waltz perfect.
They go on this way for over a half hour until the final rush begins to take over them both. Donald turns her, so Emma is against the pool wall, then he speeds up each thrust up in her until they both cry out cumming together.
What a wonderful start for a holiday week at the beach. And it only gets better.
They leave the pool and climb to the bedroom. After everything already today, a bit of a time change being here, and all the excitement, Donald and Emma both fall into a deep sleep for a couple of hours.
Awake now, and very hungry, they quickly shower and get ready. Donald drives them to a wonderful seafood restaurant. A perfect beginning meal. They both are having shrimp and scallops; it is so easy sitting side by side to feed each other bits of the meal, bring their sensory reactions to the highest.
By the time the meal finishes, now sated - for food at least - they hurried back to the beach house to take care of other issues which are in desperate need of being also being sated.
They are undressed, in bed and both are sucking the other to get them fully aroused and ready. It is amazing to both of them how easily they each fall into the positions, the roles, that they need to be for each other every time they comingle.
When Donald is rock hard, and Emma now dripping wet, they turn enough so Donald can take her from behind. It feels so good feeling him ram against her; his balls flapping on her thighs as he is up deep in her. The coupling does not last long as both after the sexual dinner have been rising to the peak for a while.
Finishing, both so satisfied now, they cling to each other as they fall to sleep.
The whole week is like this, each day better than the one before. Swimming and playing in the pool and ocean; laying on the beach feeling the warm sun on them; out exploring the town and nearby areas; eating at the best restaurants. It is a wonderful week.
They didn’t get to the jacuzzi until the third night. Then in it, Emma sitting on Donald’s lap as the warm bubbles rushed over them, it takes no time to have him inside of her. Donald is happily laying up so deeply in her, being held so tight by the walls of her vag. The bubbles are lapping over them, as they kiss and caress each other. It is one more magical moment for them. They chat about perhaps getting one for by the pool.
All the time they are spending in the water makes them realize how much they need it. Their baths and showers allow a little, but this freedom of being weightless in the pool or ocean does offer so much more to them.
They dislike that their ventures to the beach and in the water they must have suits on, but their creativity of finding ways to pleasure each other without others on the shore or in the water knowing is amazing.
Donald wonders how long this craziness between them will last. They come so often in a day together. He is back at the Institute now most days, and Emma has her meetings and commitments, but the moment they are back together again, it all starts up again. And now this week together, just them, is sublime.
The night of the Fourth of July they take their blanket to the beach to watch the fireworks. They will catch them this time if they can control themselves. Others are rather near to them on the beach, so they sit, and then lay, Emma in his arms, watching the rockets red glare.
Emma’s enjoyment of this simple thing, as she squeezes his hand as each firework goes off, fills him with wonder and happiness. All the things he is now opening up to her. And not necessarily sexual. Just these run of the mill things that it seems in her rather mixed up life she never got to experience.
Each time she responses to things this way, letting him know with her touch, her hugs, her kisses, send such sensual rushes through him. And the glow on her cheeks when she does makes him realize she is having the same tremors running through her.
He is so glad he can give her this opportunity.

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E071: Back with Sasha again
Posted:Mar 28, 2019 2:00 pm
Last Updated:Apr 2, 2019 9:35 am
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Wednesday and Thursday pass by, Emma getting contractors in for her house to start work. The auction house jumps when she tells them she is ready and by Thursday afternoon everything is cleared from the house. They even deliver the dining room set and dishes to Donald’s house for no charge, that is how confident they are of the value of the furniture.
During this time, Sasha, now having Emma’s phone number is calling and texting her. It starts about what fun it was on Friday and then moves to hope they all can get together again this week. Only then does Sasha start to bring up something interesting to Emma.
She ponders it, but after understanding what Sasha is asking, and why, Emma tells her that it would be quite all right to bring it up and see what Donald says about it on Friday.
Donald and Emma are also getting into a nice routine between them. Taking lessons from her pearls and doing them again and enjoying each other’s bodies and playfulness so much. So by Friday, both are rather pumped, and Donald does say he would like to join the session again.
Emma lets Sasha know to block out the entire afternoon. And Sasha’s thumbs up reply says it all.
Donald waits as Emma is manicured and pedicured, and actually at her suggestion gets a pedicure. It does feel nice. No polish, but his feet and legs tend to so nicely. Perhaps next week he will also have a manicure.
Ready to go to Sasha’s station, they look at each other and know both are in the beginning stages of arousal.
All is set up. Donald undresses Emma, but then she and Sasha undress him also. Sasha has on a short dark blue skirt and a white blouse. When she bends, you can see white cotton panties covering her ass. She tells them that for now, she should probably stay dressed.
Emma up on the table is cared for and preened by Sasha with Donald’s help. Him standing by the table rubbing oil on her as he hardens rather delights for both Emma and Sasha.
When Emma is done, and they help her down from the table, Emma tells Donald it is now his turn. He looks at her a little quizzically but does as she tells him. He knew Emma and Sasha have been corresponding all week and were up to something, so this might be it.
On his back, Sasha has Emma help her to hold up his mons hair with the comb as she clips him close. Not as close as Emma is, but very short. She explains if she clips him too short he might scratch against Emma. Then the wonderful warm oil dripped first on his mons, cock, and balls to lotion them, then down his legs, his feet, up to his arms and hands. And yes as they rub the oil in on his underarms, he squirms with delight.
The have him turn over and fingers running down his back, his shoulders, down his back legs, back up over his cheeks. Finally the dripping warmness up and down his crack, and then finger after finger, he lost knowing whose is who, he feels the oiled fingers press into his rectum over and over. He cries out in pleasure.
They let him compose himself after that. When his breathing slows, they proceed to Sasha’s back bedroom. Sasha leads them to a couch which she has Donald sit, and she and Emma sit in two chairs on the other side of the coffee table. Glasses of wine are poured, and they all drink some before Sasha starts.
“Donald I hope you enjoyed your session and I will be happy to do it again whenever you feel you need it. But now, there is something I need to talk about,” Sasha begins. “I know about Emma’s punishment for what happened here weeks ago, and I feel so bad about it. I was the one who started it all, and if anyone should be punished, it should probably be me.”
Donald looks at her in surprise; this he did not expect at all. Is Sasha asking him to spank her for her part in it all? And looking at how she is dressed, as a young girl in her school uniform, waiting to be disciplined for her bad behavior.
Before Donald can even answer, she walks to the dresser and comes back with a hairbrush. Standing in front of him, her head down, arms behind her back, Sasha continues, “I was very bad. I should not have started that with Emma. It was right for you to bar me from seeing Emma. I want things to be good between us all as we move forward here, and I think this will clear the air.”
Donald looks and Emma, and she nods her head with a small grin. This is what they discussed and planned between them he realizes.
“Emma, are you sure you are okay with this?” he asks her first, then to Sasha, “And are you very sure about this?”
Both women nod their heads and tell them that yes, this is what needs to happen.
So, Donald takes the brush from Sasha’s hand, lays it nearby, and tells her to lift her skirt and bend over his lap. Now both women see the hardon he is getting as they discuss this needed punishment.
“Sasha, have you ever been spanked before?” Donald asks her.
“No sir, but I think it will be good for me,” she replies. Sasha turns her head to look at Emma watching as Donald has her raise her hips to lower her panties to her knees.
She has dressed the part; the high-top white cotton panties being lowered, her pleated skirt raised to her waist. Donald starts by rubbing her ass cheeks over and over.
“Now Sasha, you need to tell me what you did to deserve this spanking. Step by step as I spank you for each bad little act you performed,” Donald tells her in a firm voice.
Emma is beside herself on the chair dripping, hearing the authority in Donald’s voice and realizing she is about to see someone else spanked fully.
The rubbing continues, and Sasha starts to confess how she started first blowing on Emma’s slit, smelling her lust. And the spanking begins. Between cries out as each spank hits her, and it is only Donald’s hand so far, Sasha continues to tell action by action, taking full responsibility for everything that happened. Even when Emma told her to please do it to her. She twisted the story so she is the one that got Emma to that state of arousal to want more.
Hearing the story, reliving it, and watching Sasha’s bottom turn rosy pink Emma is squirming in her seat, so wanting to touch herself for relieve but knowing she is not allowed to do that.
Donald sees her discomfort and slows the spanking some, rubbing his hand over Sasha’s cheeks as he slides his other hand up under her and feels how wet her lips and slit are. When he presses into her vag with two fingers and rubs her clit with his thumb, Sasha cries out and cums for the first time.
“Emma come sit on the table with your legs apart. Sasha, I am far from done spanking you, but now I want you to reach out your hand and start pleasuring Emma’s cunt. She is very in need of cumming also,” Donald directs them.
Both eagerly do as they're told. The table close to the couch so Sasha can easily finger her slit and clit. Legs spread, so as Donald spanks he can enjoy her drippings. He keeps his left hand in Sasha’s slit as he picks up the hairbrush for the next act.
As both slits are carefully tended to, and Sasha can feel Donald’s hardness against her; she feels the first smack of the hairbrush finding contact with her bottom.
Spank, smack, spank, smack, spank, smack, over and over it goes for over ten minutes.
Sasha’s ass in burning but she shudders and cums a second, a third time. And Emma is leaning back on the table, her back arched, her arms holding her up and cums in close time with Sasha.
Donald slows the spanking, then tells them both to bend over the coffee table. First, he presses his cock well up into Emma’s cunt and rocks her well, her screaming out in deliverance. She cums quickly again.
When she does, he pulls out of Emma and thrusts into Sasha, his balls bouncing against her thighs, feeling the heat from her spanked ass warming his mons and stomach. Over and over her slams into her as she now, in turn, shouts out. It does not take long for her to cum either, and right after she does Donald unloads up in her.
Sitting back on the couch he pulls them both to him and holds them in his arms. Sasha from all she experienced for the first time is softly crying, and Emma puts her arms around her too and pulls her to kiss long and hard. Then they both take turns kissing Donald.
“Emma,” Donald tells her, “I think your part in the scheming of this today needs to be also addressed. You both should have brought this up before we got here today. I think you need a little time over my lap too. Sasha, I want you to completely undress now, Stand in front of us, legs apart and arms at the back of your head. Emma is going to be fingering you for pleasure as she feels first my hand, and then your very nice hairbrush to her behind. When finished you should both match in rosy bottoms.”
Emma does not expect this, and after just cumming so many times. She does love when Donald spanks her, but now, in front of Sasha, watching? Her watching Sasha’s spanking was rather stimulating, so perhaps knowing someone is watching her have her bottom spanked could be fun.
And so positions are reversed. Emma now over Donald’s naked legs, feeling his cock sitting between her thighs gently, mingling with his hands to stir her slit, vag, and clit. Sasha got into position in front of her, and as Emma reaches her fingers to begin, she can smell the heady lust coming from Sasha.
Standing like this is going to be a bit hard for Sasha to stay in this position if Emma brings her to cumming. Perhaps if it gets too much, Donald will have Sasha put her hands on his shoulders.
It begins, and the wave that this brings her starts to flow over Emma. First, the gentleness of his hand rubbing on her oiled bottom. At that moment Emma realizes, oiled as she is, this spanking is going to hurt even more.
The first spank comes, and it does have an extra sting to it — she yelps at the feeling. But as Donald works his hand back and forth and around Emma’s ass, the sting turns to that special feeling this always gives her. Donald’s fingers feeling how wet she is becoming knows he can take her to her first climax this way quickly.
A dozen harder slaps to her cheeks and Emma is arching her back and crying out. A combination of the pain of the spank with the wild orgasm she is having has tears pouring down her cheeks. She slips from fingering Sasha as she rides the tide out.
Realizing she is depriving Sasha just when she too is reaching the point. She leans her head to Sasha’s pussy and licks up and down her wet, dripping slit. Emma’s tears blending with Sasha’s juices is a lovely cocktail to enjoy.
Donald seeing what is happening tells Sasha that perhaps she should sit crossed legs with Emma’s head in her lap to allow this to continue as he starts with the hairbrush.
All of this is too good to be true, holding Emma’s head as she licks and sucks her while being so close to watch each spank with the brush as it warms Emma’s ass more. Emma is feeling a similar feeling, thinking about licking and pleasuring Sasha’s slit as she feels spank after spank on her ass.
And Donald, just the whole visual that he is enjoying while administering this corporal punishment to his Emma has him hard against her now.
So, now in position for the next stage of this wild dance they are engaging in, Donald lifts the brush and brings it down on Emma’s ass cheek, then another. Now pacing himself, Donald elaborates on what both women did to earn them this today.
He lists their crimes with each slap, his fingers rubbing her clit so well; the enjoyment of tasting Sasha again, Emma relishes the rising tide again; trying to hold back for the final crash over the falls.
Sasha is holding Emma’s head firmly in her cunt, Donald’s fingers move to allow his hard cock to rub against her clit, and then, when well covered with Emma’s juices he can slide into her vag when she lifts her hips instinctively.
Emma throbs against him. Nothing more, he does not try to thrust in and out, rather just settles there as he continues to spank her over and over.
Emma’s punishment goes on for another fifteen minutes until Donald slows, Emma lifts her head to lean on Sasha’s thigh, and she feels his cock quivering inside her with each throb of her walls. She knows he is cumming as she kisses Sasha’s thighs while fingering her to orgasm also.
After Donald has Emma stand, and tells them, “To finish this punishment off I think you both need a little more with the brush to remember and not repeat this crime. Lay on the bed, your knees under you with your asses raised to await what is coming.”
They do as told, and then Donald makes them wait in that positions for over ten minutes as he sips some wine. They look into each other’s eyes; both rather fear filled knowing what is coming next. They squeeze each other’s hands and wait.
The cool breeze in the room is wafting over their rosy cheeks and thighs letting them feel the sting from the hairbrush more and knowing they will soon feel the brush again makes them both quiver.
Finally, Donald comes and stand between them, and begins a drum concert on their cheeks. Starting with Sasha’s right, then left, then Emma’s right, then left, back around, changing where and who are spanked each time as they cry out with each stroke.
After five minutes, when both have been spanked equally, he tells them to lay down on their stomachs on the bed. He gets some aloe and begins to rub it on to each of their burning ass cheeks. It feels good, but again the breeze blowing through makes their moist ass burn a bit more.
Donald tells them both to stand, and get dressed, “Sasha in something a little more appropriate, so we can go to dinner.”
The all hurry and dress and are ready in minutes. They down the rest of the wine and Donald escorts them to the car. Once outside and away from watching eyes, Donald puts his hands on each of their asses, feeling the heat still rising from them. Reminding them, unsaid, that if needed they could expect similar punishment if the two of them misbehave again.
Over dinner, they chat quietly about how Sasha liked her first spanking. Her enthusiasm over it all is a bit overwhelming. She keeps thanking Donald over and over, telling them that it is what she needed, probably for a long time.
Donald smiles at her and tells her that he hopes she will behave for a good while now remembering this afternoon. Sasha smiles mischievously and tells him she will try to be good. He looks back and forth between her and Emma and sees them both have the same naughty smiles on their faces.
After they finish eating it is still early, so Donald drives them back to the spa and Sasha’s special room. Safely locked in again, he suggests for an hour or two before they need to leave, Sasha should explore and learn each of their bodies, so she knows their erogenous zones also.
“We will help and lead you for each other,” he tells Sasha.
All undressed again in a whirlwind, Donald on his back to be first, Emma and Sasha on each side of him, Emma directs her and helps out over all the places she knows he likes. A repeat of the other day’s game she had Donald played, but even better as there are now two sets of hands and lips bringing him to the cusp over and over.
He never could imagine this could be so thrilling, but it feels so right between them now. Before he knows it, though over thirty minutes has passed, he is rolled on his stomach and the second half of the interval begins. Each kiss, each gentle stroke of fingers over him takes him to such a high.
Finally, when he can stand it no longer, he rolls and pulls Emma on top of him, and she rides him to a bucking climax.
Now Emma is between the two and Donald is Sasha’s guide to all of Emma’s wonderful special places. They take their time over it. Both are kissing her face and next gently at the same time, nibbling on her ears and their hands squeeze and caress her breasts.
Down they both go, in sync with each other, Donald leading to the next place to enjoy and pleasure Emma. All over her body, her hands, her feet, her cheeks, and then together they suck her lower lips until swollen and take turns to lick and taste her slit, clit, and vag.
To throw her over this high cliff they are taking her to, Donald has her roll on her side. Sasha is down licking and fingering in her love cave. Emma’s leg thrown over Sasha’s head, Donald moves his tongue up and down her crack, kissing her cheeks some, but getting to the back-glory hole to press in with his tongue. Then his fingers in her anus for Emma to feel them both thrusting up in both her holes. Emma cums violently.
So much, so many times, in one afternoon. And in such a different way than Donald alone with her. It does nothing to dimension the time he and Emma are together alone, but this Friday visiting is something to keep happening.
They both kiss Sasha deeply, dress once again, and take their leave. Reminding her to keep next Friday open too.
The next day, when Sasha checks her account at the spa, she sees that Donald well overpaid what she might have made on Friday. She is not sure whether to let him do this, or they come to a balance of where she is participating in the expenses.

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E70: Emma starting her new life, with a couple diversions
Posted:Mar 16, 2019 8:40 am
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2019 9:48 am
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In the morning, when they wake, she asks Donald to check the other small drawer on the top of her father's chest. She explains, “Thank goodness you realize what was in the one drawer, heaven help it if someone at the auction house found those.”
Donald chuckles and tells her that he thinks there are a couple of other things she will take to their home as reminders as he hands her the brush and paddle. He fiddles with the second drawer and finds the latch for it. In that drawer is another one hundred hundred-dollar bills, some with the markings of the more valuable ones.
“I guess your father stocked up for when they would be needed,” Donald laughs. “Well right here is probably enough for your half of the pool.”
There are also some other pieces of fine jewelry, waiting to be presented to Edward’s love. Emma realizes that she does need to gather all the gifts her mother had along with these to find out their value and where she can sell them. So the new discoveries are added to her mother’s large jewelry box for them to take home and sort through. Now, at last, this bedroom is empty of anything which won’t be sold or disposed of.
Emma is all efficiency, getting the auction house on the phone, arranging for their arrival to move the things they want out on Wednesday, then arranging with floor sanders and strainers, painters and a cleaning company to be here at the end of the week to get started. She is well-organized in scheduling everyone to revive this house. All things considered, in a couple of weeks, it will be time to call a realtor in to get the house up for sale.
While Emma makes her calls, Donald fixes breakfast for them and cleans the dishes from last night. While they eat Emma mentions that she should probably take these additional bills to the bank to be taken care of. But in a small voice asks Donald if he will go with her.
Thinking about the night chatting with the Bank President online, even though he didn’t know it was her, realizing the feelings the President has for her, she is not comfortable seeing him alone. Donald quickly comprehends and suggest they load both cars with the things to take to their home, and then together after cleaning up some, go to the bank.
How easily Donald keeps referring to it now as their home is music to Emma’s ears and she agrees to the plan.
Things packed, a quick last look at her house as it has been all her life, Emma and Donald head to what their home will now be.

Donald and Emma unpack the things at the house, Karen is in the kitchen when they bring all the staples in and assures them that she will put them away for them. They head to the bedroom with their treasures from Edward’s chest and hide them away with the other items of punishment.
Then they take a shower and get ready. Donald dresses Emma in one of her mother’s dresses from the seventies. Short, inches above the knees, low cut with a white collar around it. The dress itself is a print. With her low-cut bra and tiny panties, Emma can feel a breeze running up and over her. Warm out today, no stocking but matching high heel shoes.
Seeing Emma is such a sexy last decade look takes Donald’s breath away. “Emma, come here,” he grunts to her as he sits on the side of the bed. He lifts her short dress rubbing his hands back and forth on her ass cheeks, enjoying the feeling of the silk panties. He knows Emma is getting turned on. He moves one hand around to caress her inner thighs as she begins to whimper with lust. Then his hand running along her wet dripping slit through her panties. They are quite wet now.
He lowers the panties to the ground, and raises Emma’s dress a little, and turns her to lay on the bed. He moves his hands to cup her breasts, inside the low front of the dress, but still over her bra. He feels like he is back in the seventies being careful how he proceeds.
His hands softly massage her tits and then slips the top of the low-cut bra aside just enough to first pinch on one nipple, and then suck on it. The same treatment with the other one follows. All the time the fingers of his other hand are teasing her pussy and lightly stroking the slit up and down. Emma is getting into a guttural moan now. Her hips lift pressing herself more to his fingers, silently begging him to do more.
He raises his head and says, “Someone is hungry for something it seems.”
“Please Donald, please,” is all that she can huff out.
He kisses her lips, and falling so into this fantasy replies, “Patience kitten, all in time, I want you to be really ready to take my cock for the first time.”
Emma now comprehends where Donald’s mind is wandering to and play along saying, “Oh baby, yes be gentle with me, I’m not sure if I can take your big cock into for my very first time.”
They grin at each other, realizing they are both into this game of young lovers. It is intriguing to imagine that this, yes, just now, is them together as teens making out in her bedroom at her parent's house.
Both immersed in their roles now, Donald whispers in her ear, “Sweetie, would you touch my penis?” Donald so wishes he had dressed before this took over him. To imagine his sweet innocent teen, opening his jeans for the first time, unzipping him, and placing her hand in his pants to touch his cock for her very first time would have been amazing, but he is envisioning it all, and he does remember that he was the first cock she ever in her life touched.
The heat growing between them as they make out like teenagers is overwhelming — the deep breathing; the needing to constant kiss and hold on to each other. And then, Emma’s fingers beginning to grasp Donald’s shaft and hold it tight, it is a spectacular experience for both of them hormonally.
Donald tentatively presses a finger up in Emma’s vag. She moans with delight. “Are you alright kitten,” he asks her.
Emma looks in his eyes and nods her head. He presses a second finger up in her. That is all he will try now for his sweet teen lover. She clenches his shaft harder and begins to move up and down on his hard member with her fingers.
Donald takes her other hand and guides it to his balls and holding her fingers against them shows her how to squeeze to pleasure them. Emma giggles, partly as this play teen girl, but also for this wonderful experience Donald is giving her and imagining that she did actually do this when she was sixteen or seventeen. This whole scenario they are playing out is beyond anything she could ever have imagined being able to go to, and so easily.
Why do she and Donald so mesh, just playing off each other so well? Yesterday with the food, now this morning with this fantasy they are acting out?
But the crisis point has been reached for both of them. They both need to release soon. Donald whispers in her ear, “Sweetie, would you let me put myself in you? I won’t if you are not ready for your first time.”
Emma hugs him as her teen self and kisses his face as she replies, “Oh baby, please, please, I need to feel you in me.”
Donald reaches and gets a rubber to put on, to keep in the spirit of things, and as she watches he rolls it up his throbbing prick. She lifts and spreads her legs to welcome him. Kneeling over her, Donald does his best to be slow, like a teen virgin’s first time should be and pressing in so little at first, as Emma gulps at the feeling.
Donald slowly presses more in her until halfway in, then begins a soft thrusting in and out, going more in with each move. Emma is panting from this wonderful gentle attention. She can’t control herself and grabs his ass cheeks and pulls him close up in her so she can feel his balls dancing against her ass.
“You little minx you,” Donald tells her as he begins panting more and thrusting harder and harder into her as she throbs against his cock.
It does not take long, as it never does with young teens first encounters, and they both cum together, which is more than most kids would have. Donald falls on her, and then rolls on his side taking her with him as they both laugh and even snort and what has just happened.
Donald goes and gets a washcloth to clean them both, pulls Emma’s panties back up on her, which are delightfully wet. He gets the brush and tries to fix her hair and her makeup, but Emma has that delightful glow of woman just well fucked about her now.
Donald dresses in one of Emma’s father’s lighter summer suits, shirt, and tie. He grins to himself wondering if the Bank President will recognize it. More enjoyable if he does.
Dressed, the money safely in her purse, they set out for the bank. Once again, upon entering Emma is escorted to the president’s office immediately. Grace, her father’s secretary in his time is there at her desk; Emma chats with her some and introduces Donald. Grace seems to size Donald up and smiles encouraging to show her approval.
The Bank President comes to his door hearing Emma’s voice, and a slight frown falls on his face as he sees Donald with her. He had hoped when they met at the restaurant that Donald was just a one-time date thing, but it seems as if he is still in the picture. And the look about Emma today tells him that yes, he is fully part of Emma’s life now.
Emma asks him if he remembers Donald and he says yes that it is a pleasure to see him again as they shake hands. But they all know that is not what he is really thinking.
They go into his office and close the door. Emma brings out the additional one-hundred-dollar bills to his amazement. “It seems that my parents both saved this over the years, I am sure I have found the last of these now. Some of these last ones do need to be offered for sale also. I would appriciate your help again,” Emma starts before going on, “Now I don’t know if there is another market for these, or if I should hold them for a while to not over saturate the market. See what you can find if you will. If not a good price I can always hold on to them for a few years.”
The President, and even Donald are impressed by her astuteness about this, and a container is prepared for her to add these to her safe deposit box. Donald accompanies her into the room. While there, she does take some other of her mother’s jewelry out telling Donald that we need to go over all of it when they are home alone.
He nods his agreement. Then knowing that the Bank President is probably watching on the security camera, he pulls Emma into his arms and kisses her passionately. Yes, the alpha came out in him, and he needed to claim his woman before the other man.
Back in the President’s office, they both notice how blushed he is. Emma asks him for a change of address card, and carefully fills in her new address, explaining that she will be selling her parents house soon, along with all the furniture. This, from today forward, will be her address. He promises to have new checks made for her and make sure all of her account information is up-to-date.
His good-bye to them is bittersweet, realizing where Emma will now be living. If only he had acted sooner, this gem that is Emma might have been his.
Back home they hurry to their bedroom, quickly undress to be comfortable together, and spread out all the jewelry to examine it and try to guess its worth. There is jewelry of every gem possible, rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, pendants, everything imaginable, and so much of it.
Donald brings his laptop to the bed, and as they sit there with the jewelry between them sorting it, he tries to find possible values of each. It soon becomes a game between them. It begins when Donald finds something similar to the first piece and sees its value. “How much do you think this is worth Emma?” he asks her. “If you guess close you may tell me what I must do for your bidding if not, you must do what I ask.”
And there begins a new afternoon long game. They take turns looking up the prices, making a catalog of items to determine what the total value is, in between pleasuring each other as the winner choices.
Emma guesses close to the value with the first piece and tells Donald he must kiss her for five minutes. She giggles as he does as she directs. It is funny to both of them how much they now laugh and giggle together over things and their play.
When the five minutes is up, and both are breathing a little heavy, Emma looks up the next piece. Donald guesses wrong. “That’s two for me and zero for you,” Emma tells him.
“Oh, we are keeping score are we?” he says back to her. “So what do you want for this round?”
Emma tells him that now he needs to kiss the back of her neck, her throat and ears, licking and sucking for another five minutes.
Donald complies with her choice, enjoying it as much as Emma.
Round three goes to Donald when Emma is off too much on the next piece. As they value each piece it is put back into the jewelry box, the other pieces are at the end of the bed next to the laptop, so there is now room for this game.
Donald tells her tit for tat, and he wants the same neck and ear treatment in return. Emma is more than happy to do so.
Both are starting to get hot and bothered by this game. Within a few rounds, back and forth now, for the most part, they move to suck fingers, toes, nipples, moving all over the body, enjoying every treat.
Then Emma ups the ante on her next turn. “Donald, how well do you remember all the erogenous zones you found on me when we explored each other the other week?” Emma tempts him.
He remembers they had found about thirty-six sensitive desirable areas on her body that day; some less on him. He knows where this is going. He hopes he can remember each of the spots, some they have already covered in this game.
“This round you must touch and caress each one of them on me to make me purr,” Emma tells him.
He just smiles and tells her he is game. “But what if I don’t remember them all?” Donald asks her.
“Hmm, let's hope you do,” is all she says in reply.
And now a totally new game as started. Donald begins at the top of Emma’s head, kissing and sucking each earlobe. Did they count that as one or two?
Then to the back of her neck again, the nape of her neck, then up with a chaste kiss on each eyelid, and then the same on the middle of her forehead. She is already melting. Lifting her arms licking each armpit, licking down to the inside of her elbows and kissing and biting there a little.
Running his fingers lightly down her inner arms, then pressing first against her wrists and then her palms to caress and massage them — each of her fingers one by one in his mouth and then multiple at a time.
Over to her breasts to circle her areola with his fingers and then tongue, finally taking her nipples into his mouth to suck and lick on, almost as if she is nursing him.
Down her stomach licking and tickling all the way, pressing his tongue into her belly button and twisting in it. Then over to her sides and hips to just nipple lightly up and down them.
Flipping her now on her stomach, he moves back up to her neck and licks and sucks there, before running his tongue up and down her spine to the top of her crack and back up again over and over. Emma is moaning deeply now as he is hitting all the prime spots. Areas that less than two months ago she did not even know existed on her body.
He is then kissing her ass cheeks and the top of her thighs over and over and licking a little too. Then down to the back of her knee caps to lick, bite and kiss there. Emma is reaching her tipping point.
Lowering over the back of her calves, then licking on the soles of her feet, followed by sucking on her toes. Only then does Donald move back up, spread her ass cheeks and drops his tongue to her back hole to start rimming and licking it in and out. Emma cries out in total lust.
Donald knows she has cum for the first time now in this round, so he sits back some and caresses her cheeks until she settles herself. He helps her roll over, and now, to the final delights. First the licking and sucking on her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her love box. She is shivering now with delight and purring the way she said she wanted him to make her do.
Then separating her outer lips and sucking on each to make them swell and redden. Tremors are running through her body now. Then he sticks first his fingers in her vag to play with her a little, then his tongue to lap up all her juices. Only after does he move up and down her slit stopping now and then to suck more on her lips. Almost the end, but no not all, Donald takes her clit in his mouth to suck and bite on until her body is thrashing with a second orgasm rushing through her. Again, he lets her calm a bit.
Then she feels his fingers, three of them, back in her vag dancing around, and then a couple up her ass doing the same thing, pressing against the wall between them making her start once again to contract in both holes from the attention. It is only when she is coming down from this third time that he slows, leaves them there for a moment, and goes to where he knows in truths she likes best.
His lips covered hers as he kisses her deeply over and over, as they explore each other’s mouths, then biting and sucking her lips to make them swell as those below. Then back kissing her. Emma flings her arms around his neck and kisses him in return. His hands removed from within her, he caresses her back and shoulder which he knows delights her after such passion also.
Yes, Donald does remember all thirty-six points of pleasure on her. He pulls her close to him in his arms and continues to stroke her back as she purrs and begins to fall asleep. That is fine, a short nap for them both will be good.
After only about a half-hour of sleeping Emma shakes herself awake and says softly to Donald, “We have gotten through some of the jewelry, and there really isn’t any rush. Let me see if I can remember all of your special places now.”
Donald could not be more please at Emma’s suggestion, so he clears the jewelry and the laptop from the bed and comes back and asks how she wants to start?
She tells him to lay on his back for now. He does as she directs, closes his eyes to enjoy this encounter the more, and waits. Donald feels her soft lips on his Adam's apple, and then her mouth as she gently sucks on it before moving in both directions licking back to the sides of his neck. When both are well tended, she takes an earlobe in her mouth and sucks on it, before running her tongue around and in his ears and blowing gently. He feels twinges of enjoyment running through him already.
Her fingers are running through his hair, massaging his scalp sending tingles through his body for some reason. Such simple touches from her can arouse him so. Then feeling her fingers play on the back of his neck, touching him in just that spot. He feels himself harden.
Moving her mouth down his neck, his chest, she takes one of his nipples into her mouth and sucks it long and hard. He moans from this sensation. Never would he have imagined before Emma that having his nipples sucked could excite him so. Emma does not let up, and he lets out soft whimpers of pleasure as she switched back and forth between them.
She seems in no hurry about any of this, taking her time for him to get the maximum stimulation out of each act.
Up and down his arms, gently rubbing them and licking them. On the inside of his elbow, Emma sucked him over and over making spasms crash through him. And then down to lick the inside of his wrists before taking each finger individually, and then together into her mouth to suck.
Emma moves back to his stomach and licks and kisses her way down to his mons, then around the circle of his inner space to his thighs, down to his knees and calves, then ankles to suck and lick his feet for him. The feeling that comes from his toes in her mouth, feeling her suck them like she does his cock is so engaging. Waft after waft runs through Donald’s body.
She tells him hoarsely to roll over, which he quickly does, not wanting to miss a second of her attention to him. Back up his calves one at a time, licking one while caressing the other and then changing, Then, the feel of her sucking on the back of his kneecaps, just that soft tender space there. She is nibbling up his back thighs to nip at his ass cheeks some. Her fingers are running up and down his crack. Her hand would move from him for a second or two but then come back to continue, now well lubed with her juices.
He fingers up in his anus now, twisting and playing him like a harp. He is so close to cumming but wants to hold out for the finale.
With her fingers still up in him, Emma helps Donald to roll back over, and her head dips to take first his balls in to suck, and then run up and down his shaft with her tongue.
She takes him fully in her mouth and throat and sucks him deep and hard over and over. She is barely raising for air. Donald has to fight himself not to spurt up in her right now. When he is at the ledge, he pulls from her mouth and flips to press into her vag with his swollen prick. She moans with delicious anticipation as he thrusts in and out of her with euphoria.
Both about to go over that wall they cling to each other as they cum together in total ecstasy how they seem to keep finding higher and higher peaks to cross together. They now are so intuned with each other’s bodies to know where to lead each other.
While it is only late afternoon, from all of yesterday’s play and today’s they both fall into a deep sleep in each other’s arms. There will always be tomorrow.
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E069: Monday night
Posted:Mar 11, 2019 1:43 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2019 4:59 am
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Donald and Emma step into the clawfoot tub, but first stand and try to rinse most of the remains of their food off them with the sprayer. They pull the curtain around the tub, so they are now in their own rosy world. When all the drips from their games run down the drain, and the water is nice and warm, they sit on the sides of the tub as it fills three-quarters way up.
Only then do they lower themselves into the warm, relaxing water. Donald behind her, they begin to slowly, carefully wash each other to make them fully clean again. They wash each other’s hair, as some of the food has gotten in their hair too.
They drain some of the water and fill it with hot water again two or three times. It is over an hour until they climb from the tub. Towel drying each other thoroughly they brush each other’s hair a little to let air dry. It is now mid-June, so it takes no time for it to dry.
They patter to the kitchen and begin to grill the steaks, make a salad, and fry some potatoes. They work companionably together fixing the meal. Suddenly, all of this seems so right.
Donald opens a bottle of wine, and they carry the food into the dining room to eat.
As they do, Donald comments, “Emma, I know you plan to get rid of all your furniture, but would you consider us taking this dining room table and hutch to my house? You know there is plenty of room for it, and after spending our first meal here together at it, and now today, I would like a reminder of your home, and perhaps you need some remembrances also.”
Emma blushes as she realizes where he is suggesting at his house is where she stood and waited for him if not in the bedroom.
She replies, “Yes, I think I would like that. Would you like me to bring the china and silver also?”
Donald tells her that would be a nice idea too.
When they finish eating, and Emma puts the plates on the mahogany cart to wheel back into the kitchen, Donald grabs her from behind and swings her up on the table, so she is lying on her back pretty much in the center of this large table.
As Donald crawls up between her legs, he tells her, “Since this is going to be a part of our home now, I think we should declare it truly ours.”
He presses his hard cock into her.
The quickness of all this happening makes Emma shriek out with joy. Donald feels how wet she is, as wet as he is hard. He begins a regular deep thrust in and out of her. They both are panting and wailing as they climb to the apex.
They crash together, Donald shooting so much into Emma, and Emma dripping down his shaft and balls. They begin laughing together just at the sheer silliness in which they have just indulged. Donald tells her to stay there, and he will get a towel to clean them up some.
When he returns with the towel, wiping her and him, and then the remains on the table, Emma gleefully says, “Well that might be a good polish for this table.” Then after a moment continues, “I wonder how many times my parents did this same thing?” Which sets them both off in a bout of laughing until tears run down their faces.
The idea of this furniture now being in their home, to help her remember the good about her parents, and keep ties with her past causes a warm glow to spread over Donald. He now wants to do anything he can to make Emma happy.
“Emma, is there anything else you would like to bring to our home too?” Donald asks her.
She thinks for a moment, and replies, “No, I really don’t think so. I would rather we can use the the rest of the furniture raises for us to have new things our home.”
And then she is inspired, “Donald, I would like to spend some of it, if you would agree, to build a small pool for us to swim and in. We could have a cover on it when cooler in the winter and opened in the warmer weather.”
Donald lifts her off the table and hugs her tight, remembering what fun they have had together in the water and replies, “I think that would be an excellent addition to our home, but I don’t want you to spend your on it. We will do it, but don’t you worry about the costs.”
They almost have their first argument then when Emma replies that she wants to contribute to the household and share in the expenses. She suddenly seems rather stubborn about this.
Donald laughs, spanks her cheeks a couple of times and asks, “Is someone arguing with me? Are you going to throw a tantrum? Do you need a spanking?” And then continues, “But yes, if it means so much to you, we can share the expenses.”
Emma with a twinkle in her eye from his suggestion says, “Maybe I do need to be taught to be a good girl and not disagree with you.”
Donald sniggers in reply and tells her perhaps she should get upstairs to her parents’ bedroom then right away. Emma titters and starts up the stairs.
In her parents’ room, Donald goes to her father’s chest and fiddles with one of the small drawers on top. He finds the secret latch to open it and is rewarded with what he finds. He knew it had to be there.
He turns to Emma with a wooden hairbrush and a leather paddle. Actually, it is the leather paddle and hairbrush Edward used on Charlotte when needed.
As Emma stands there watching what Donald has discovered she gasps and asks how he knew where it would be.
Donald replied, “I knew your father would never get rid of them for all the joy they brought them both so I figure he would hide it in one of these special drawers. Now come over to the couch, my bad girl, and over my knees.”
Emma quickly complies. Once settled, feeling his cock and balls near her slit, she wiggles a bit, which brings four fast spanks to her cheeks. “You need to hold still, don’t be jiggling around,” he admonishes her. But he loves the feeling it gives to his prick.
He begins to hand spank her for a while, slowly with measured strokes for her to fully enjoy the impact of each one. As her ass turns pinker, he feels her beginning to drip down on him. Yes, he knows she is enjoying this as much as he is, and it really is not a punishment but a different level of .
“Emma, which do you want me to use first on my bad girl’s bottom, the hairbrush or the leather paddle?” Donald asks her with a chuckle.
“Sir, whatever you feel is the best, in order for me to learn to behave,” she replies.
Donald almost cums at her answer; while this is more or less between them, she is willing to submit back to the subservient role. The ‘sir’ comment caps it off.
He picks up the leather paddle and begins to spank her cheeks and upper thighs over and over, moving all around each cheek to make sure every inch is spanked. She cries out more in joyful arousal than pain as she drips more and more on him. His cock and balls are totally covered with her juices, some even running down to pool around his anus.
He keeps up the strokes with the paddle for several minutes. “Emma, are you going to be my good girl from now on and not argue?” he asks her.
With tears running down her cheeks and her legs now thrashing, Emma promises her Sir that she will be good. Donald replies, “Well, just to be sure; I think a little brush time is needed.”
He is hard as a rock, and he is not sure how much longer he can continue until he needs to be up inside his sweet girl. But he picks up the hairbrush and runs the sharp bristles around and around her red ass cheeks and thighs. Emma moans with a strange mixture of pain and arousal. She is not ready for him to stop, but feeling his condition below her, she knows this will not last much longer.
As Emma feels the first smack of the brush on both her cheeks she arches, moans, and begins to . Donald, knowing what is needed now to bring her to the best climax, continues to spank her over and over as she thrashes and squirms and cries out in lust. It is a wonderful feeling.
When she calms some, Donald slows the spanks, then stops, and rubs her ass for a few minutes. In a very hoarse voice now, Donald tells her to go and bend over the foot rail of the bed. She quickly does as told.
Donald comes up behind her, spreading her legs to enjoy both the rosiness of her ass cheeks and the dripping from her cunt. He holds her hands firmly above her head and presses into her wet and awaiting vag. Oh, it feels so good to be home. The heat of her spanked ass against his mons and lower stomach sends spasms through his whole body.
Donald can feel her trembling also as she begins to clutch at his prick with the sides of her vag over and over. Both want this to last but know they are in a state again where it won’t, that long. They manage to fuck for several minutes though before both cry out as they . Their wetness again mingles.
Donald has Emma climb up on the bed on her knees, legs spread, and he takes his time licking her clean from behind. It feels so wonderful to Emma, she moans over and over and actually comes one more time.
Finally, both exhausted from all of today’s , they climb in under the covers, Donald holding her as she rests her head on his chest. They talk quietly about different things.
They talk about tomorrow arranging to have the auction house in to remove most the furniture, so tonight is the last night they will ever spend here. Then, to arrange for floor finishers, painters to brighten up the place, getting a company in to remove the rest of anything remaining and clean. And of course, movers to bring the dining set to their house. They discuss all these things and talk about a timeline for it all to happen and getting her house up for sale.
Donald tells her there is no reason to rush things, to take the time to get things ready in the best way. But what is clear to them both, is that as of tomorrow, Emma will be living with him from now on. And with that thought in mind, they both fall asleep.
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E069: Monday night
Posted:Mar 11, 2019 1:42 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2019 4:59 am
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Donald and Emma step into the clawfoot tub, but first stand and try to rinse most of the remains of their food off them with the sprayer. They pull the curtain around the tub, so they are now in their own rosy world. When all the drips from their games run down the drain, and the water is nice and warm, they sit on the sides of the tub as it fills three-quarters way up.
Only then do they lower themselves into the warm, relaxing water. Donald behind her, they begin to slowly, carefully wash each other to make them fully clean again. They wash each other’s hair, as some of the food has gotten in their hair too.
They drain some of the water and fill it with hot water again two or three times. It is over an hour until they climb from the tub. Towel drying each other thoroughly they brush each other’s hair a little to let air dry. It is now mid-June, so it takes no time for it to dry.
They patter to the kitchen and begin to grill the steaks, make a salad, and fry some potatoes. They work companionably together fixing the meal. Suddenly, all of this seems so right.
Donald opens a bottle of wine, and they carry the food into the dining room to eat.
As they do, Donald comments, “Emma, I know you plan to get rid of all your furniture, but would you consider us taking this dining room table and hutch to my house? You know there is plenty of room for it, and after spending our first meal here together at it, and now today, I would like a reminder of your home, and perhaps you need some remembrances also.”
Emma blushes as she realizes where he is suggesting at his house is where she stood and waited for him if not in the bedroom.
She replies, “Yes, I think I would like that. Would you like me to bring the china and silver also?”
Donald tells her that would be a nice idea too.
When they finish eating, and Emma puts the plates on the mahogany cart to wheel back into the kitchen, Donald grabs her from behind and swings her up on the table, so she is lying on her back pretty much in the center of this large table.
As Donald crawls up between her legs, he tells her, “Since this is going to be a part of our home now, I think we should declare it truly ours.”
He presses his hard cock into her.
The quickness of all this happening makes Emma shriek out with joy. Donald feels how wet she is, as wet as he is hard. He begins a regular deep thrust in and out of her. They both are panting and wailing as they climb to the apex.
They crash together, Donald shooting so much into Emma, and Emma dripping down his shaft and balls. They begin laughing together just at the sheer silliness in which they have just indulged. Donald tells her to stay there, and he will get a towel to clean them up some.
When he returns with the towel, wiping her and him, and then the remains on the table, Emma gleefully says, “Well that might be a good polish for this table.” Then after a moment continues, “I wonder how many times my parents did this same thing?” Which sets them both off in a bout of laughing until tears run down their faces.
The idea of this furniture now being in their home, to help her remember the good about her parents, and keep ties with her past causes a warm glow to spread over Donald. He now wants to do anything he can to make Emma happy.
“Emma, is there anything else you would like to bring to our home too?” Donald asks her.
She thinks for a moment, and replies, “No, I really don’t think so. I would rather we can use the the rest of the furniture raises for us to have new things our home.”
And then she is inspired, “Donald, I would like to spend some of it, if you would agree, to build a small pool for us to swim and in. We could have a cover on it when cooler in the winter and opened in the warmer weather.”
Donald lifts her off the table and hugs her tight, remembering what fun they have had together in the water and replies, “I think that would be an excellent addition to our home, but I don’t want you to spend your on it. We will do it, but don’t you worry about the costs.”
They almost have their first argument then when Emma replies that she wants to contribute to the household and share in the expenses. She suddenly seems rather stubborn about this.
Donald laughs, spanks her cheeks a couple of times and asks, “Is someone arguing with me? Are you going to throw a tantrum? Do you need a spanking?” And then continues, “But yes, if it means so much to you, we can share the expenses.”
Emma with a twinkle in her eye from his suggestion says, “Maybe I do need to be taught to be a good girl and not disagree with you.”
Donald sniggers in reply and tells her perhaps she should get upstairs to her parents’ bedroom then right away. Emma titters and starts up the stairs.
In her parents’ room, Donald goes to her father’s chest and fiddles with one of the small drawers on top. He finds the secret latch to open it and is rewarded with what he finds. He knew it had to be there.
He turns to Emma with a wooden hairbrush and a leather paddle. Actually, it is the leather paddle and hairbrush Edward used on Charlotte when needed.
As Emma stands there watching what Donald has discovered she gasps and asks how he knew where it would be.
Donald replied, “I knew your father would never get rid of them for all the joy they brought them both so I figure he would hide it in one of these special drawers. Now come over to the couch, my bad girl, and over my knees.”
Emma quickly complies. Once settled, feeling his cock and balls near her slit, she wiggles a bit, which brings four fast spanks to her cheeks. “You need to hold still, don’t be jiggling around,” he admonishes her. But he loves the feeling it gives to his prick.
He begins to hand spank her for a while, slowly with measured strokes for her to fully enjoy the impact of each one. As her ass turns pinker, he feels her beginning to drip down on him. Yes, he knows she is enjoying this as much as he is, and it really is not a punishment but a different level of .
“Emma, which do you want me to use first on my bad girl’s bottom, the hairbrush or the leather paddle?” Donald asks her with a chuckle.
“Sir, whatever you feel is the best, in order for me to learn to behave,” she replies.
Donald almost cums at her answer; while this is more or less between them, she is willing to submit back to the subservient role. The ‘sir’ comment caps it off.
He picks up the leather paddle and begins to spank her cheeks and upper thighs over and over, moving all around each cheek to make sure every inch is spanked. She cries out more in joyful arousal than pain as she drips more and more on him. His cock and balls are totally covered with her juices, some even running down to pool around his anus.
He keeps up the strokes with the paddle for several minutes. “Emma, are you going to be my good girl from now on and not argue?” he asks her.
With tears running down her cheeks and her legs now thrashing, Emma promises her Sir that she will be good. Donald replies, “Well, just to be sure; I think a little brush time is needed.”
He is hard as a rock, and he is not sure how much longer he can continue until he needs to be up inside his sweet girl. But he picks up the hairbrush and runs the sharp bristles around and around her red ass cheeks and thighs. Emma moans with a strange mixture of pain and arousal. She is not ready for him to stop, but feeling his condition below her, she knows this will not last much longer.
As Emma feels the first smack of the brush on both her cheeks she arches, moans, and begins to . Donald, knowing what is needed now to bring her to the best climax, continues to spank her over and over as she thrashes and squirms and cries out in lust. It is a wonderful feeling.
When she calms some, Donald slows the spanks, then stops, and rubs her ass for a few minutes. In a very hoarse voice now, Donald tells her to go and bend over the foot rail of the bed. She quickly does as told.
Donald comes up behind her, spreading her legs to enjoy both the rosiness of her ass cheeks and the dripping from her cunt. He holds her hands firmly above her head and presses into her wet and awaiting vag. Oh, it feels so good to be home. The heat of her spanked ass against his mons and lower stomach sends spasms through his whole body.
Donald can feel her trembling also as she begins to clutch at his prick with the sides of her vag over and over. Both want this to last but know they are in a state again where it won’t, that long. They manage to fuck for several minutes though before both cry out as they . Their wetness again mingles.
Donald has Emma climb up on the bed on her knees, legs spread, and he takes his time licking her clean from behind. It feels so wonderful to Emma, she moans over and over and actually comes one more time.
Finally, both exhausted from all of today’s , they climb in under the covers, Donald holding her as she rests her head on his chest. They talk quietly about different things.
They talk about tomorrow arranging to have the auction house in to remove most the furniture, so tonight is the last night they will ever spend here. Then, to arrange for floor finishers, painters to brighten up the place, getting a company in to remove the rest of anything remaining and clean. And of course, movers to bring the dining set to their house. They discuss all these things and talk about a timeline for it all to happen and getting her house up for sale.
Donald tells her there is no reason to rush things, to take the time to get things ready in the best way. But what is clear to them both, is that as of tomorrow, Emma will be living with him from now on. And with that thought in mind, they both fall asleep.
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E068: The new beginning
Posted:Mar 8, 2019 10:37 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2019 4:59 am
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night, Sunday night, after all transpired during the day, Donald led Emma to his room for the first time. They drop their robes and climb into his high, big, bed. Donald holds her close to him during the night, but something doesn’t feel right.
Donald wants Emma in his bed with him, but he realizes the bed they share perfectly together is the one in what is Emma’s room, the one they have to occupy together.
Around three in the morning, after tossing and turning for a bit, Donald picks up his sleeping Emma and carries her to her room; what will from now on be ‘their room’ and lays her on the bed before he climbs in to hold her tight.
Yes, now he can sleep.
Emma wakes an hour or so later and wonders where she is. This is not where she went to sleep. But quickly realizing where she sighs and leans into Donald’s chest and falls back to sleep.
Monday morning begins with Emma and Donald having to decide the details of what they came to realize the night before.
For Donald, acknowledging Emma is referring to him by his name, instead of Sir, since they arrived home on Saturday, after his more or less breakdown, stirs his heart. He does want to be her master but is realizing will only be in part. What he wants with her is so much more complicated now.
For Emma, her mind is rushing through what all it will mean actually to accept Donald’s offer and live with him completely. Oh, don’t worry, she is all on board for , it is just the logistics to make it happen somewhat overwhelms her.
She tells Donald she has a morning meeting, and then should probably go to her house to clean more things out, and then arrange for the auctioning of the furniture and get painters in.
Donald offers to meet her there to help, and they arrange to be there noon. Donald has no interest in going into the Institute this week, let some time pass before he sees those men and Connie again.
While Emma is her meeting, he moves most of his clothes and his dresser into their roo Yes, with both their things in here it seems like ‘their room’ now.
A little before noon he heads to Emma’s house to help.
She has just arrived before him and greets him warmly. Inside they quickly shed their clothes. They are so used to being naked with each other when together and alone.
Emma suggests they start in the kitchen to get rid of the food in the pantry and refrigerator. She asks Donald to get a few boxes from the garage to pack things to take to his, well their place; while she gets some trash bags for what they will throw out.
Donald goes to the garage for the boxes and sees a tarp laying by the With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he takes into the kitchen too. Emma looks him questioningly as he lays the tarp on the floor by the refrigerator.
They clean out the pantry boxing canned and dry food to take to their house — the same with some of the newer spices and baking goods. The rest Emma throws away.
She comes across an almost full jar of honey and is about to pitch it when Donald takes it from her and tells her they should not waste it. He sits the jar on the kitchen table with a mischievous grin on his face. They turn to the refrigerator, and Donald opens the freezer first. There is not too much there, but he smiles at some of the things.
What will be saved for their dinner are two nice T-bone steaks. Emma confessed she had bought them when they had dinner and spent the night here a couple of weeks ago when she was undecided what to make.
Donald says, “Well they will make an excellent dinner for us tonight.” He puts them on the counter to defrost.
He takes out a package of two nice sized sausages which are also frozen. Those he put on the table humming a little. The other two things he wants to save he leaves in the freezer, throwing out most of what is left.
Donald turns to Emma and says with glee in his voice, “Well, I never thought of this for a pearl, but I think this will be better us playing together now. Let me help you lie on the tarp on your back. Lift your legs up and apart.”
Emma, still not sure what game is to begin, does as he asks, and then Donald leans between her thighs and begins to drip honey over her tits and nipples, down the center of her stomach, over her mons and into her slit and on her thighs.
“Now this is a honey pot I want to enjoy,” Donald says as he bends and begins to lick up all the honey from her breasts. He is savoring each bit on her nipples, sucking them in as he takes in the nectar.
The honey dripping on her is teasing to Emma, but now feeling Donald’s touch and lips sucking it all in is a delight she can’t describe. She whimpers as he proceeds down her stomach. There is a pool in her belly button which he licks clean. Then down to her mons and her slit. She cries out as the charges crash through her body from his attention to her stickiness.
Donald now loves the mixture of Emma’s juices with the honey, a sticky sweet mess for him to enjoy. Emma is giggling with delight at the feel of his tongue lapping against her. When he has gotten most of it, Emma realizes the game they are starting to play, and takes the bottle of honey and squirts some over Donald’s prick to enjoy in return.
Licking and sucking all of the honey off his shaft and balls, cleaning him some. Emma has him lay on his back on the tarp and brings out a jar of maraschino cherries and runs a line of them down from his chest, over his stomach, his mons, and finally one slipped a bit over his glans.
Emma grins at Donald broadly, and then starts at the top, to take one cherry after another moving downward in her mouth. She makes sure she licks him clean of the cherry juice laying there as she nipples on each treat. It is rather sweet, but his heady salty taste from his chest and stomach makes a nice combo dish. For a couple of them, she takes the cherry in her mouth, lifts herself to Donald’s lips and kissing him shares the cherry with him to enjoy.
As she goes lower and lower, Donald knowing where it will all end moans with happiness as she devours each cherry.
“Emma, what are you doing to me?” he asks, not expecting an answer.
Which the only one comes is one more cherry being eaten and he cleaned from it. Emma’s tongue is circling around and around where the cherry had been.
Emma is at his mons now, and the two cherries there are consumed, and his hairs sucked to get all the juice from the The only one left, and his cock has become so hard, the cherry is wavering on the glans as Emma takes his whole head into her mouth and sucks it. The cherry the back of her mouth bouncing against his glans as he cries out in delight.
Donald hears Emma giggling under her breath as she first swallows the final cherry and then takes more and more of his prick into her mouth to suck him hard.
Donald almost cums but holds himself back as there is much more of this game to . He stands and gets a container of butter pecan ice cream from the freezer, and a spoon for the drawer.
“Emma, this is going to be cold in and on you, do you think you can stand it?” he asks her as he begins to spoon some out.
Emma gasps the concept and tells him to yes try; it should be fun.
Donald scoops a spoonful out, spreads Emma’s lower lips and presses the freezing cream in her va He repeats act three times. Emma is squirming from the cold sensation but grins at hi The final, for now, spoonful he runs and down her slit. The freezing touching her clit with the final dollop.
He starts there, and slowly, so slowly, allows his warm tongue to lick the frozen delight from her clit first, which she moans over and over as he does. Then, down her slit getting every bit of the deliciousness – and a few small pecans in the process.
Emma feels Donald’s tongue entering her vag and him licking and sucking all the chilliness out of her. It had rather stiffened the inside of her vag with the coldness, but now his warm tongue in her, removing all iciness from her is such a mind-shattering experience.
When he finishes all the ice cream from her, and Donald holds her for a bit as she continues to shiver, she wickedly grins at him and tells him two can this game. She opens the door of the refrigerator and takes out a bottle of butterscotch sauce.
“I think this just might do,” Emma tells Donald as she beings to squirt it all over his cock and balls.
Donald comprehends immediately. This is the sauce hardens as soon as it hits a surface, so in seconds his complete cock and both balls are covered in hard butterscotch sauce. Some has even run down to clamp over his asshole.
He does feel like a wild animal caught in a trap which cannot, dares not, move.
Emma smiles him and leans to kiss his lips as the butterscotch hardens on hi He is rather aroused as she dripped it on him, and now it feels like it is confining him so much.
“How does feel Donald?” Emma asks hi
“Please, Emma, release , it feels so hard and tight against ,” he replies.
Again, Emma smiles, “Well the ice cream was rather cold, so perhaps we should let you enjoy this state for a moment or two.”
Donald groans as he realizes Emma is taking him to a new realm of enjoyment.
And then, finally, after a minute or two, he feels her teeth just gently biting and down his shaft, releasing the hard confine. His glans is still covered and holding him in, though he so wants to shoot a wad right now. It is only after his cock shaft is cleaned of the sweet sticky chamber, his balls released from their prison, Emma raises her lips and takes his glans into her mouth.
As Donald feels her warm tongue licking the butterscotch away, he can contain himself no longer and spurts into Emma’s awaiting mouth. They both moan with satisfaction.
Then, taking him to over the cliff, Emma presses his legs enough so to lick the hardened sauce off his asshole. She is rimming him as she does. His cries out in pleasure tell her all needs to be known.
They fall together laughing the fun. “Now what Emma,” Donald asks her.
“Well you did take out package of frozen Italian sausages, they are still rather firm, and perhaps cold, but…” Emma replies.
Donald pulls her to him and kisses her head, “Emma, you continue to amaze , yes, let get some oil to lube them some, and see what they feel like in us both.”
Emma rolls over on her belly and lifts her ass to be ready. She is not sure how this got to this point today with the food, but it is all rather fun and different than anything before. Each treat has been wonderful, and there is still so much more food with which to .
Donald oils one sausage and then finger lubes Emma’s ass before she feels the cold, hard sausage pressing in her. Oh, oh, oh.
It is in her a good six inches with just a little sticking out. She rolls to her side and rises enough for Donald now to lay on the tarp on his stomach, with his ass raised. She preps his sausage and him for his invasion, and as he feels the icy entry in his ass, he whimpers and whines some in ecstasy.
Both now rather filled in from behind they just lay holding each other as they feel the warmth of their anuses begin to soften and warm the sausages. They feel themselves throb against the interesting thing in them as they kiss and cuddle. When the sausages have almost thawed and soon needs to be removed, Emma opens the refrigerator again and takes out a plate of something and places it in the microwave for about a minute.
When it beeps, she brings it and sits down by Donald. He is also sittin He sees what it is. Emma lifts Donald’s now hardening cock and then the coated cover of the warm brie cheese quarter. She presses Donald’s cock into the warm pocket to enjoy the experience of wet, cheese covering his cock, and the top of his balls.
He moans this new adventure. Emma smiles him and whispers she hopes he is enjoying it.
Besides the whimpers and moans, Donald cannot reply. There is still sausage, now thawing his ass, and now this wet warm sensation covering his balls. How did Emma even think of to to their right now?
Together they do pull the sausages out of their asses, but Donald’s prick is still dipping in the brie. Emma pulls the pocket away and bends and begins to enjoy the taste of the cheese on his shaft and balls.
As she is licking the buttery, earthy taste off him, Donald moves around enough, along with the brie, and rubs some all over her clit and to her asshole for him to enjoy too.
Emma, while she finishes trying to provide Donald with a delight is overtaken by his attention to her clit, slit, vag, and then ri She in returns cries out in pleasure as Donald takes her to new heights of enjoyment.
Both are now a little overheated from the last attention, so Donald rises, gets a bowl and fills it with ice cubes from the freezer. Emma squirms with delight to what is being alluded.
The bowl in reach of each of them, they lay on their sides facing each other. Each picks a cube and begin to rub in back and forth and around each other’s lips, wetting the
They move them away to enjoy a cool kiss together. Then begin to run the cube all over each other’s face and forehead. The cool of ice fills them so with glee as they start to move the cubes down around their necks, over shoulders. They reach, and each takes a new cube to continue.
Donald takes his time, running one over her nipples to harden them, and Emma, in turn, does the same to his. Both whine with pleasure this is giving them as they each circle out some over their areola and then back in to just freeze the tips of the nipples. It is all so erotic for the
Then both start to lower the cubes down over their stomachs, to their buttons, and then down to their mons – back and forth, just somewhat freezing there before, Donald plunges the ice cube against Emma’s clit, and in return he feels to icy wetness against the tip of his glans, rubbing back and forth across his slit there.
Both cry out the feeling of such coldness against such sensitive spots, but it is cries of joy. Together they almost from the arousing touch. But staring each other they mischievously smirk each other and move the cubes around to run and down their ass cracks before chilling their back holes and pressing in such a little bit to to the pleasure.
Their giggles are intoxicating as they move the cubes away and lean to each other to hug and kiss.
As Donald rubs Emma’s back, he sinfully suggests, “Emma, your skin feels a little dry, I think I know the perfect answer for .”
Emma is surprised by this comment as she is regularly oiled and lotioned, her skin is far from dry these days, but she chuckles wondering what Donald has his sleeve now.
He takes out the jar of mayonnaise from the refrigerator shelf, and as he opens it, he directs Emma to lay on her stomach. He scoops out some with his fingers and rubs it over Emma’s shoulders. Again, it is a bit cold to start, but as Donald works the oily creaminess into her shoulders, back, arms it feels so nice. Then down to her ass, rubbing it all around and and down her crack and around and in her hole.
Over the back of her thighs, though sliding into to her inner thighs too, down her calves and then working the natural lotion into the soles of her feet and between her toes. She is giddy from Donald’s touch.
Emma begins to realize with all has been building she is moving toward a wonderful, calm peak to fall over shortly.
When Donald has her roll over, and he starts working the front of her legs with more mayonnaise lotion, she unconsciously spreads her legs, and he can see her juices dripping from her, as he feels her tremblin He knows where she is headed very soon, so scoops out some more and rubs it over her mons and down her slit. The oily sensation gets the better of Emma, and as Donald polishes her clit, she cries out in abandonment.
Emma’s whole-body shakes and Donald can feel her vag convulsing over and over. Her breathing is deep and heavy, and her neck and chest are bright red. While it snuck on her, this climax released so much from her.
Donald continues now to rub the mayonnaise over her stomach, breasts, and neck slowly in circular motions to allow her to cal She stares deep into his eyes with a small grin.
When he finishes, Donald lays next to Emma holding and kissing her for a bit. Then it is Emma’s turn to devilishly smile. “With the different apps you had to my phone I learned about this and thought one day it would be fun to do. Since you have given such a nice massage, I’ll return the favor,” Emma said.
She takes a carton of eggs from the refrigerator and sets it on the floor by the Donald looks her quizzically, what all is Emma learning on her own? He soon knows.
Emma has him lay on his stomach first, and he hears her break an egg and let it run down his spine to the top of his ass. Her fingers work it in and down his spine and over his shoulders. It is a bit cold, and she apologizes as the eggs should be room temperature to do this. But her warm fingers and palms working the egg in on him using the techniques she learned to massage him make it feel wonderful.
Emma keeps breaking eggs to drip on him massaging it on his ass cheeks and crack, down his thighs and over his feet. Even the back of his neck. He starts to feel the egg begin to harden on him some.
She has him roll over and starting at his neck, down his chest in his mons, down his legs, and finally, an egg cracked over his cock and balls. one she mixes into him slowly and forcefully. Donald hardens, and not just from the eggs.
His is close to cumming as the eggs crunch against him holding him in a strange cocoon. And all Emma does is smile down on him, wiping her hands dry over her hips and ass.
Donald decides it is time for him to have the final act. He has Emma lay on her back with her legs raised and apart. He goes to the pantry and comes back with a bottle of sweet sherry he had seen there.
“Emma lift a little and can you hold your lower lips wide for me?” Donald asks her.
Emma readily complies wondering what Donald has planned now.
He opens the bottle and tilts it into her va She feels the liquid begin to fill her cunt, almost like a douche would be. She moans with delight as more and more enters her. Then Donald takes if from her vag and drips some and down her slit, over her clit, and even a little on her crack and asshole.
Putting the bottle aside Donald tells her, “Now I am going to enjoy a special drink, the sherry mixed and mingling with your wonderful cunt juices. It will be like a very special shake.”
This makes Emma giggle as she feels his tongue beginning to enter her cunt and lap the liquid now starting to flow back out of her. He continues on this way for a great deal of time, enjoying his unique drink. When he has lapped much from her vag, he concentrates first on her slit licking and down to get all the mingled liquid, then over her clit sucking it all in.
Emma is beside herself; Donald’s fingers have been playing all over her body while he drinks from her. Hitting all of her erogenous zones. So it is no wonder with such treatment she comes over and over as he enjoys her.
Each time she does, more of the liquid and juices spurt out of her, Donald there to lap it all . He raises her legs over his shoulders and now starts to rim Emma to get all the liquor drenching her there. Donald is so hard now.
It does to be addressed.
He leaves her legs where they are but rises enough so he can press his throbbing cock into her. The feel of the last drops of the sherry and her wet juices on his prick is amazin He thrust in and in over again, riding Emma hard as she again starts to cu He does not let , and as she continues to cry out as a wave over wave washes over her, he releases himself fully in her.
“Emma, can you stand a little more of this, it would be fun to taste our mixed with sherry,” Donald asks her.
She nods her head knowing this will be enjoyable for both of the A little more sherry is poured in her, and Donald is down lapping it all again. But this time, after he gets some on his tongue, he moves and kisses Emma long and hard for her to taste the delight too.
Over and over he does this until all is gone, and both well satisfied.
By now the eggs on Donald and the mayonnaise on Emma have mingled together making them both rather messy. He helps her to stand, and at the kitchen sink, they wash off their hands and feet. Donald bunches the tarp with the remains of their and puts it by the garage door. Then together they climb the stairs to have a long warm bath to clean .
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E067: Emma’s necklace is finished
Posted:Feb 21, 2019 4:29 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2019 4:59 am
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It is after two o’clock when Donald wakes. He slept so well that when he arises, the heartache of yesterday has diminished. But then he sees that Emma is not there and a new terror runs through him for a minute wondering where she is. Has she left him? He knows he is being foolish, but the thought of her not there anymore is too much for him to consider.
And then the bathroom door opens, and Emma is standing in the backlight glowing. The glitter lotion is rubbed all over her, the nipples and clit clamps are in place, and as she turns around for him, he sees the plug is back in her — the golden weights hanging from each nipple swing back and forth. Her hair is done in a full style, and while not as severe as yesterday, the brown shades of make-up are on. What is she doing? She looks just like last night, is she taunting him?
Emma comes over to the bed, helps him to sit up on the side as she kisses Donald deeply, then bends and takes his cock in her mouth fully and sucks on him. Over and over she goes up and down his shaft as her fingers at his base squeeze him — her other hand is caressing his balls. Then her mouth is on his balls one after the other as she jerks his shaft.
Donald moans as Emma does this. After a while, she lifts herself enough to press one of her tits to his face. He grasps on to the nipple, with the clamp still on, and suck on it long and hard. He is nibbling at it a little too, before kissing and licking all around her areola and breast. Then he takes each of the weight balls hanging from her nipple in his mouth and pulls on them a little. Emma moans in a very lustful way. Encouraged, he takes all of them in his mouth at once and pulls on them as he sucks on the small globes filling his mouth.
This tips Emma over the edge as she yelps.
He moves to the other and does the same, which bring the same results.
When it appears Donald, and she, have their fill of this delight, Emma helps him to lay on his back on the bed and between his legs goes back to sucking and jerking him. She is running her tongue up and down his shaft, pressing against the vein at the back to make him cry out. Then she is back sucking his head, moving down to take him all in until he cums with abandonment.
Emma licks him clean, and then moves up and kisses Donald over and over.
Then Emma stands and leaves the room.
Donald is unsure what is going on, or where Emma is going. He hurries to the bathroom for a much needed first pee of the day and to quickly brush his teeth. Donald is back on the bed as Emma enters the room with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She fills them and holds one to his lips for a few sips. She moves them to the nightstand and kisses him with great passion again.
“Donald, since I just pleasured you, would you like to do the same for me?” Emma asks him.
In reply, he pulls her down on her back, lifts her legs enough, and his mouth is on her pussy in seconds. He sucks her outer lips until they are red and swollen, then the same for her inner lips. Then on to the wonderful juices flowing on her slit. Up and down he goes, when he reaches her clit, in the lasso and already rather swollen, he licks and nibbles at it to her great delight. Her back arches and she cries out as her body shakes letting him know she is having an orgasm.
Donald does not stop; he moves his tongue to her vag and presses in as far as he can to lap and lick her honey cavern. He feels Emma still throbbing against him. He keeps going searching for her g-spot with his tongue, hoping he can reach it. And the clenching, crying out and shuddering of Emma’s body tells him he succeeded.
Donald slows a little now, and runs his tongue up and down her slit, stopping to suck on a labia, her clit, or circling her vag gently. Emma moans and whines at the attention.
Emma twists him around and begins to suck him as he does her, they lay facing each other each with one leg back some, the other leg over their necks. A wonderful sixty-nine position to spend some time pleasuring each other.
Which they do, taking their time over this until both begin to shudder and tremble from each other’s thoughtful attention. Together they both slide over the summit and cum simultaneously.
They fall away from each other panting. Emma rolls to lay face to face with Donald and again kisses him over and over. They taste their combining cum that they just have been sucking in.
Emma tells him she will be right back and goes to the bathroom. She comes back with two warm wet rags in a bowl and sits them by the bed. Donald wonders what that is about.
She lays next to him and again lowers his face to her breast to suck her nipples. He does for a bit on each, and then Emma whispers to him, that perhaps he should take her clamps off and her plug out of her.
Suddenly, Donald comprehends what Emma is doing for him.
He does as she asks, and then taking one of the rags has her roll over on her stomach and wipes up and down her crack, and then around her starfish and in it some. Emma moans at this start.
Donald spreads her legs and presses her knees her to raise her some, then lowers his mouth to her crack and begins to lick up and down it. After a bit, he begins to rim her around and around her hole, and then presses his tongue up in her, just a little before he circles again. He repeats this dance several times, each time pressing into her a little more, until in her as deep as he can as he flips his tongue to and fro to boogie against her walls.
Emma sings out in enjoyment.
She rolls over after a bit, kisses Donald, and tells him, to roll over now and place himself in the same position between his legs now. He feels the warm cloth cleansing him to start. And then Emma’s tongue is doing the same dance on his ass and in his rosebud. It is wonderful.
While a little spent right now from the last two episodes, the spasms crashing though Donald’s body is electrically charged from feeling Emma do this to him. He too sings out in response.
When he can’t take much more, he falls on the bed. Emma is quickly beside him, kissing him with such fervor. He aches from his craving for more and more of her lips on his.
Emma gets up and tells him why doesn’t he get a nice hot shower? She will fix something for them to eat as neither has had anything since last night and then neither of them had eaten much.
Donald nods his agreement and heads to the bathroom as Emma does to the kitchen.
In the shower as the water and steam wash over him, Donald wonders why Emma is recreating his dream for him to enjoy it all himself? It is wonderful, and he hopes they can complete the remaining three, but why? Is she trying to punish him? It is not much of a punishment as he is enjoying every second. He understands that when she is ready, Emma will explain it all to him.
He laughs to himself, thinking about how last night he was ready to toss the clamps and plug away forever, but now, he wants them for him and Emma to play with again and again.
Clean now, and shaven, he returns to the bed, which he sees has been changed. Leave it to Emma to have one of the girls do so while they were away. She is getting to learn how to request this as well as he does.
Emma returns a tray in hand with a plate of sandwiches on it. She sets it between them as Donald begins to drool seeing what they are. Homemade fresh bread which he can smell the warmth still coming from, buttered to perfection, turkey and cheese or ham and cheese, with yes, just the right of homemade mayonnaise on each. The sandwiches cut in quarters triangles for easy eating.
Emma refills their wine glasses, and places them on the tray first, after holding one for Donald to take a sip. She lifts a sandwich and holds it to his mouth to bite. He realizes that today, besides everything else, Emma is caring for him, feeding him. He enjoys this sensation.
He does wonder about the dynamics of the roles they are in now. Is Emma still his subservient doing these things to please him, or is she now his nurturing caregiver? What does it matter, it feels so good, after all they went through yesterday?
He lifts a sandwich to her lips to eat, and they giggle together feeding each other.
The food finished and cleared away, Emma begins to jerk him to hardness now. It doesn’t take much as she has been stroking him while they ate. He is already starting to grow,
When he is in the ready position, he turns Emma on her back and spreads her legs. Donald can see how wet she is already, so uses those juices, running his firm cock up and down her slit before entering her. He thrusts deep up in her, and then leans and kisses her with such passion. She moans as she searches his mouth in return, their tongues teasing each other.
He thrusts vigorously in her over and over, taking his hand to play with her clit with his fingers. Emma begins to shake as she exclaims, “Oh Donald, you are so good at this. I can’t imagine anyone fucking me better than you do. Don’t stop, do ever stop. You must be the best. You do all the right things.”
Donald enjoys what she is saying, and it eggs him on more, but he does wonder if Emma really means what she is saying or is it just from what he told her about the dream last night.
Emma begins to thrash violently and shouts out. Donald feels her throbbing against his cock as she climaxes over and over as he continues to bang into her. She gasps for breath and yells out as he cums fully in her as she does also one final time.
The collapse on the bed holding each other tight and kissing.
They rest for a while, Emma even nodding off for a few minutes. But then she is back and ready for the fifth episode.
She begins jerking Donald to get him hard again. He wonders if he can cum two more times in this short of time. This has been a marathon between them.
She manages to get him hard in minutes, and he has her on her knees facing away from him where he starts to enter her for the first time. He fucks her slower now, and while spending time in several positions, giving her pleasure, he tells her he is going to try not to cum this time. This is all for her.
Emma comprehends what Donald is telling her and allows them both the enjoyment of almost an hour of him gently fucking her from behind, on her side, scissor style and then her on top of him riding him. She comes in a much quieter way a couple of times as they complete this ballet between them.
Towards the end, with Emma on top of him leaning down over and over to kiss and lick his face, Donald does almost cum, but he gets himself control. He wants to be hard for her, very hard for the last of this show.
They lay in each other’s arms for a bit now. It is almost seven in the evening now. Donald realizes that all thought of church today have been forgotten as they slept through the morning. Donald starts to apologize for this but then stops himself as probably at this moment it is not the thing to be talking about.
Emma bends over him and picks up a condom. Yes, the final act of this play is about to begin.
She opens the package and slides the rubber on and up Donald’s shaft, squeezing some to make sure he is nice and hard. She runs her fingers down through his legs and presses against his taint for a few minutes. This makes Donald even harder, fully inflated now.
Emma rolls over and lifts her ass for him. Donald wants to grab some lube, but she tells him to just wet himself well with her juices which are rather flowing. He follows her directions and his prick is soon covered.
He rubs his glans around the tip of her asshole several times to wet it some, and then taking some of her juices on his finger, he presses up in her to wet her opening too. Emma moans from this. And then he is entering her and pressing slowly into her anus so she can relax and accept him.
Donald realizes though, that with the plugin so long yesterday, and then again this morning, Emma is stretched well and ready to welcome any visitors there.
His cock begins to throb knowing this and presses up in her as far as he can. Emma yelps with delight as she feels him fully up in her. He holds there for a minute, as his fingers find her vag and he presses three up in her to wiggle and play as he fucks her ass. His thumb is positioned to brush against her clit too.
Emma is so wet and hospitable to his invasion. Donald feels her begin the clutch against him, both in her vag and in her anus. He begins the lunges in and out of her as she cries and exclaims how wonderful it feels.
Donald feels her body beginning to shiver him. Tremors are running through Emma’s entire body as she feels Donald so fully and completely up in her in both places.
And then Donald does something to make her trip to the light fantastic. He lifts his other hand to her mouth and presses three fingers in for her to suck on. Oh my, oh my, Donald on his own is filling all her holes as he fucks her like there is no tomorrow.
Emma starts to over and over, as wave after wave crashes over her. She almost loses consciousness for it as they seem like a never-ending flow hurtling through her body. Her skin is even alive with the slightest touch; she is enraptured.
When she feels Donald in her ass, she quakes from the feeling, even though his sperm is caught in the condom. She convulses against his cock and fingers, as she sucks so hard on his fingers. She sucks every last drop from him helping his cock to become totally flaccid after the last several hours finally.
Donald slowly pulls his fingers and cock from Emma as she lays wheezing from this finale. They both can almost hear an audience giving a roaring standing ovation for the conclusion of the play they have performed.
When both get their breaths back, Donald suggests that they take a warm bath before anything else. Emma stands as he pulls her to her feet and follows him to the bathroom, hand-in-hand.
Bathing, her between his legs again, they do not talk at all, just gently caress each other as they wash one another. They take their time, as right now they feel almost outside of any time dimension, in their own little bubble together.
Wrapped in warm robes, they pitter-patter to the living room where there is Scotch, ice and glasses waiting for them; along with delicious hor'dorves. Emma smiles some realizing that Karen and Julie have done this for them, wondering how much they possibly heard?
As they sit on the couch, Donald tells her, “First, Emma, you have earned your last two pearls. The one for your performance at the club last night, and your thirty-eighth and final one I was just going to give you as I could not bear to think about anyone else being with you.”
For the last time, he completes their ritual of bestowing the final pearls to her. They both stare into each other’s eyes as they do.
Donald goes on, “Emma your necklace looks lovelier on you now full than I could ever imagine when I first decided to do this for you. And never thought we would complete it in only five weeks; well really only a month since we started with the pearls.” Donald leans an kisses her gently. “Emma you fully earn your thirty-eighth, actually a hundred more, for what you did today. But why did you do that?”
Emma looks at him solemnly, and replies, “Donald, you were so upset last night telling me about your nightmare. I realized that you would never be able to chase those demons away unless you realized you were just dreaming of doing those things with me yourself. Perhaps unconsciously remembering all we have done already.”
Emma goes on, “You said you could not make out who was who from the as each phase happened, but I think that they were all you; why you could not identify anyone. And I wanted you to truly experience everything you dreamt of to clear it all from your mind, to be replaced knowing it was us together all the time.”
Donald is amazed at Emma’s perception and acknowledges it might be true. And even if not, with this version of it now all in his head, and in his soul, he knows that he will not be haunted by it ever.
Donald holds her tight, kissing her head, then the back of her neck which she seems to enjoy so much.
Donald continues to hold her as he talks, “Emma, even though all your pearls are now earned, I do not want to lose you. I need you to be a part of my life. In this short time, you have changed me so much, more than you have changed yourself. You are already more or less do, but would you officially move in with me, make this your home, and share our lives together?”
Emma looks up at him with love in her eyes; she cannot believe what Donald is offering her. She has been so afraid that they would part when the necklace was completed, or that he would at best only want to see her from time to time.
She turns and hugs him hard as she sobs in happiness telling him, “Oh Donald, I would so like that. I do want to be with you always, as much as we can. Whenever we have been apart, for even a few hours, I feel like a part of me is missing. Yes, I would be honored to move in with you and make this my home.”
That decided between them, they both recognize how hunger and thirty they are now. They both simultaneously turn to the food and drinks and begin devouring them. They laugh together contently at this, knowing that everything is more or less settled between them.
Oh, there are many details to be worked out, but they can think about that tomorrow.
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E066: Donald’s nightmare
Posted:Feb 19, 2019 9:17 am
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2019 1:42 am
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Donald’s tears stop by the time they get back to the house. He is a little embarrassed that he had shown his emotions and cried in front of Emma, but she is acting so kind and understanding right now. He hurries her to her bedroom, throws off his tuxedo, and helps her out of her cloak and shoes.
“Emma lets go take a hot bath, I want to clean you of all this, and as we do I will try to explain,” he tells her.
Emma turns and holds him tight for a few minutes, stroking his head and back, kissing his face and neck. Her attention and caring make him shudder. She leads him to the bathroom, and for the first time, she fills the tub for them. While it fills, Donald removes her clips and plug. Emma sighs with relief from them being removed finally.
Donald knows that while they all look lovely on her, he will be throwing them out so not to have any reminders of tonight. He is glad she gave away her garments at the dinner, so they are no longer present.
When the tub is filled, she climbs in first and has him lay between her legs as she continues to hold him.
“The water itself will wash me for now, I want you to unburden yourself now Donald, and tell me what upset you so,” she tells him as she strokes his chest.
Suddenly, Donald does not know where to begin, and tears again fill his eyes.
He stutters out to her, “Emma, I should probably start at the ending tonight, and back up from there. The throw of the die. This was a stupid thing started long ago when all much younger and total jerks when we started the game I made you go through tonight.”
“The idea was that the woman subject would throw the die first. Depending on what number she got she had to sleep with that many of the colleagues that night. Most would roll a one to three, so then the six men would roll until there were only that many men with corresponding numbers. The one conducting the study, presenting the Subject, did not participate. The number each rolled, starting at one, was the order they took her to adjacent rooms to enjoy her. All the women who played this game understood it and wanted to. If they were against it, the evening ended,” Donald goes on.
“The game was not even to be suggested tonight, by the stipulations I made for today, but those fools thought it would be a good joke on us. And then you rolled a six. It meant you were supposed to be with all of them. And the rerolling was to determine the order. They had their laugh on me. What they didn’t know was last night I had a terrible dream, nightmare, of that exact thing happening, and they then make us go through with it. And you agree to do so thinking it would please me,” Donald told her in anguish.
He rolls to face her, his cock rather soft right now being so upset, but it presses against her slit. “Emma,” he declares, “On the ride home, your telling me about having some reservations about all that happened to you tonight, even if your main concern was about me and my standing, the nightmare came flooding over me again. I should never have made you do this tonight. It was selfish and conceited of me. Too worried about looking good in front of them to truly consider the ramifications on you.”
He leans his head on Emma’s neck, and she can feel tears again falling from his eyes. What has happened to Donald to be so overwhelmed with all this? She comforts him for a while, then starts to wash him. When she finishes, she quickly washes all the lotion off herself and shampoos her hair to get rid of the hairdo. She knows she has to remove all traces of this evening for him.
She is the one who helps him out of the tub and places a warm robe around them each. Emma dries her hair quickly into a simple style as he sits on the toilet seat watching her. All traces of make-up or anything from today are gone.
“Come, Donald, let's climb into bed, and I want you to tell me about your dream and why it upsets you so,” she tells him, taking his hand and leading him to bed and under the covers. Holding him in her arms, his head on her breast as she strokes his stomach, she tells him to start.
Donald starts to tell Emma about his horrible dream.
It started just how it did at the end of this evening. The die was brought out, and you rolled a six. Laughter filled the room as they each in turn rolled, some over and over in competition to have the final order. When decided, they made me explain what was expected to happen. I tried to make you understand with my expressions that you did not have to do this, but either you misunderstood and did it to please me as you seem so often to want to do for me, or underneath you did want to be with some other men.
Either reason tore me up inside. Especially the second possibility.
You leaned and kissed me, and then, totally naked, how you were then, you walked out of the room with the first man. The others drank, laughed and chatted as I sat there in despair. And Connie just sat there joking with the men like I wasn’t even present.
In the dream, it was like I was sitting in the room with you as you were with him. I watched you slowly begin to undress him, kissing him as you did, running your tongue around his neck and ears. Every movement filled me with agony. When you bent down and pulled his pants off and leaned to take his throbbing cock in your mouth, I started to lose it. But neither of you knew I was there watching. Rather you just played with each other.
After he was getting rather hard, he pulled you up on the bed and began to suck your beautiful nipples, leaving the clamps on. You moan louder and louder with pleasure. Then rolled him on his back and finished sucking him to cumming. He groaned with pleasure as he does, shooting up into you.
I thought it was more than I could take, but the dream was just starting.
I was back in the dining room with the others when you both walk back in. He had not even bothered to put his clothes back on yet, and rather sauntered around like a proud peacock.
In front of us all, you turned, kissed, and thanked him for an enjoyable time. My blood began to boil.
You were offer something to drink again before the second stood and asked if you were ready. You smiled at him and said yes, and you two left. Again, I was in the room watching you. He undresses quickly and helps you to lay down on the bed on your back. He began to lick and suck your cunt telling you how wonderful you tasted. The clips are still in place, for now.
He spent his time making you cry out and cum from his cunnilingus skills. Your body was shaking and throbbing as you came multiple times. Only then did he flip around for you to be in the sixty-nine position so you could suck him to climax too.
Both spent, he pulled you to him and kissed you over and over, and you responded to him
You come back into the dining room where I am again, with the same sense of chest beating from the man, again as all of them did, still undressed.
Now, understand, I am not sure which of my colleagues were which in this dream, they all blurred together, and while after you came back from the second, you came and sat by me, you were laughing and chatting with them so much like you did not even notice me.
Emma pulls him tighter to her and pulls the covers up over him more. Donald seems to be shivering as he tells this. She hopes the warmth of her body is helping him some.
He goes on.
The third was just as bad; he spent his time between sucking your tits, and then removed your plug. He began to rim you. You kept crying out as you came. His fingers up your vag, a couple then up your ass as he finger-fucked you to scream in ecstasy. He also removed your clips and his doing so, made you sigh so deeply in happiness. And you kissed over and over.
All of the dream was horrible to me but seeing you kiss these men so deeply I think was the worst knife being stuck in me. I know it was all a dream; but it all seems so real, and like it was really happening in a surreal way. I think that was the hardest part of watching with all of them. How passionately you kissed each. It seemed to diminish everything there was between us.
Your time with the fourth was even worse. You jerked him hard and then rolled on your back, you helped him enter you actually to fuck. Watching you; his ass going up and down over you; and your moans of delight almost killed me. It went on and on as it would never stop. And I kept hearing you tell him how good he was. After he came up in you and pulled out, you fell between his legs and licked your combined cum from his cock. And the way he condescendingly patted your head as you did, made me want to punch him when you came back into the dining room.
And I am not a violent man. I have never been in a fight or ever struck anyone.
It was then that Connie asked you how you were enjoying yourself, and your large grin seemed to tell me everything I did not want to know.
They let you relax for a bit, as you had been with each man for over thirty minutes each. But then the fifth came up to you and took your hand to help you stand. And there in front of me, before you were even together he kissed you passionately, and you responded.
He fucked you over and over, in all different positions, you on top, below, from behind, scissoring, and you kept cumming and cumming. And he managed to twice also. He was the one to lick both your juices from your cunt before polishing your clit for you as you yelped loudly as you came another time. Finished once again with you both sharing your combined cum as you kissed over and over.
The final one was the worst. He asked, and you agreed to let him ass fuck you. He said he was sure you were ready for that after having the plugin you so long. He did at least put a rubber on and run his cock up and down your slit to lubricate it before pressing it up in you. Your glee having this happen to you was very apparent. And I was so overcome with jealousy. I had been all evening, in the dream, but this just tipped the scales.
Not only did I now feel like I had been cuckolded thoroughly, something that I had never felt happened in the past, but it seemed like they all knew what they had done that to me.
We left then, and as we drove home, you just babbled on about how interesting and different it had all been.
That is when I was able to shake myself awake.
Donald looks up and Emma then, feeling the liberation of telling his fears and horrible dream. But he needed her to know more.
“Since we woke this morning, me from this dream which will haunt me for a long time, I knew I should call this whole thing off, but I didn’t — not wanting to appear weak in front of them. But I could barely hold it together all evening,” Donald starts.
“You were so wonderful, you looked so beautiful, and everything you did done with dignity and self-assurance. I know they are all in awe of your charms, and I will hear much about you from them. Thank you so much for doing this for me. I should never have asked you to. I will regret this as much as that horrible Saturday,” Donald laments.
“Donald, I understand your upset, but I am a little curious. Yesterday, with Sasha you were fine with having her kiss me and play with me, are you sure about that between us?” Emma asks him. “Because if you are not, I do not want to pursue it.”
Donald hugs her and tries to explain, “I think there is a bond between Sasha and you, how it started who can say, and yesterday you both included me in that place with you. These men, you have no ties with, and the thought of them, or anyone like that, being with you seems to now cut me to the core.”
Emma rolls to face him, taking his face in her hands and looks deep in his eyes, “Donald, I will never be with anyone ever, unless you are completely okay with it. You mean too much to me to ever endanger what is between us. You have taught me so much in these short weeks, and I will always be indebted to you for that.”
Donald blinks back tears hearing this as she profoundly kisses him; her hand moves to his cock and begins to gently at first begin to jerk him.
It is after three in the morning now, but he is soon hard, needing to be inside her having her hold him there as she throbs against him.
Emma seems to understand and stokes his cock up and down to get him to that state, then turn on her stomach and helps guide him up in her. Donald, laying against her back, slowly thrusts in and out of her, holding inside her as he feels her throb against him. He feels his cock quivering from the calm, slow sex they are enjoying.
One of the things Emma has been teaching him so well. There does not need to be any rush to climaxing, and even if they don’t cum every time, the intimacy of being joined together, feeling each other so bound together for a time is sometimes even more satisfying.
Donald kisses the back of Emma’s neck and shoulders as they take their time over this slow waltz. It is over a half hour later when he feels himself gently release himself up in her, and her sigh with contentment feeling his final thrust and pulsation.
Only then, do they both fall into a deep dreamless sleep. Donald understanding the bond they now have between them.
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