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E050: Memorial Day
Posted:Jan 19, 2019 9:31 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 2:42 pm
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Donald wakes holding Emma close to him. He lays contently with his arms around her waist, his hand just gently brushing her close-clipped mons. He smiles now over Emma’s adventure on her last spa visit. He really would have loved to be a fly on the wall to see it all unfold.
Then he thinks about her with Connie. And while he acknowledges Emma might have a side of her that needs the touch of a woman from time to time, he grasps more how Emma had fucked Connie with the strap-on — bent forward some on her side and from the back. He realizes for Emma to do it that way, that must be a position she enjoys and from which she gets satisfaction.
He reaches down and begins to stroke Emma’s slit as she sleeps. Even in sleep she quickly begins to become wet. When Emma stirs, moaning in pleasure from what she is feeling, he tells her softly to bend forward some.
Donald runs his cock up and down her dripping slit. His cock has been hardening as he played with Emma and thought about what he wants to do. Lubricated enough, he positions himself on his side behind her and presses his cock into her dripping vag.
Emma moans with delight. What a wonderful way to wake up in the morning. She lifts her upper leg over his thigh to make it easier for him to press in and out of her.
Emma loves the feel of Donald fucking her in this position; it is just a slow and relaxing act. Donald seems to understand and does not go too fast, rather making long slow thrusts in and out of her, pausing when fully in her to allow her to clench against his prick tightly. It is a wonderful, unhurried way to start the morning.
They continue at this leisurely pace, and amazing to Donald, not hurrying this way he is getting hotter and hotter. He realizes in a different way he is heading for a climax. Emma is too; it is nice and gradual heading to the culmination they both want, but do not have to hurry to reach.
Stroke after deliberate stroke Donald continues as they both enjoy this drawn-out dance between them. When Donald feels they are reaching the peak soon, he decelerates his pace even more and just holds himself inside Emma for her to enjoy feeling filled with him.
This delicate act between them, going on and on is something Donald has never felt before. How is Emma, who has no experience before him teaching him so much?
When Donald presses into Emma the next time and holds there, feeling her throb against him, not hard, just a gentle vibration, she says to him in a muffled voice, “Donald can we see how long we can just lay like this? The feeling of you fully up in me, just being there is so nice, and I want to see how long it can last.”
Donald has never heard of anything like this suggestion before, but then he thinks and remembers something like this from some Eastern sexual practices. It does feel so nice to lie inside Emma, still hard and wanting her, but yes, let him see how long he can hold this way.
He leans to Emma's ear and softly tells her that he will try as long as he can, as he is enjoying this immensely also. He kisses her ear and neck and then pulls her closer to him in this position as he rests his head on top her head.
Waves flow through both their bodies over and over; they can each feel each other’s body shudder as another wave washes over them. It isn’t a rousing, passionate climax each time, no a gentle stirring of their body that makes them both tingle so.
They lay like this for over an hour, just breathing in rhythm with each other. Neither of them wanting this feeling to end. They even then fall asleep with Donald up deep inside Emma still hard from the occasional spasm she has against him. They sleep this way for another hour until both shake awake.
“Oh Donald, this is wonderful, should we stop now, or should we see how much longer we can stay this way?” Emma asks him.
“We can stay like this all day if you want to,” Donald replies.
“I do want to, but I also want to have some time in the sun and water. Why don’t you go back to the slow thrusts again and see if that makes us cum,” Emma decides.
Donald does as requested and begins the so slow in an out again. Surprisingly after being meshed together for hours now, it takes only minutes before they both are rushing towards orgasms.
Donald does not speed up; he wants to see where this takes them in this manner, so measuredly he paces his stroke to allow Emma to grasp at him and hold him. It is not more than twenty strokes when they both lowly moan as they cum together in a quiet, but in an all-encompassing way.
Donald tells himself that he must remember this for them to do often and that he must get out the books he had on Eastern sexual traditions and techniques for them to try others in this way.
When they finally rise, it is after twelve. That is okay; they have the whole afternoon to enjoy themselves on the beach.
They throw some clothes on and hurry to the restrooms. Back in the van, they change to swimsuits, but before they leave Donald brushes Emma’s hair, she makes some sandwiches for them, and they put together a basket of things to take. Including Emma’s mother’s diary.
They find a place on the shore and set up camp. They run to the water and swim out to their dune. There they swim back and forth for a good bit, both enjoying being in the water. They play their dive between the leg game they created yesterday for a while before return to the beach and their blanket. Dried off and hair combed, they set out their luncheon feast and lay on their stomachs, propped up on their elbows looking at the water as they eat and drink.
Donald brings out the diary, and they quietly read the next entry together.
May 2, 1974, Thursday
Tonight is the last night I got to see Edward before the wedding. After spanking me on Tuesday, he did not come over last night. I am not sure if that was to be further punishment for me, or if it was as he told me that he was tied up with work finishing things off before we leave on our honeymoon.
I went shopping yesterday and bought this lovely negligée which I hope he will like for our wedding night.
He came over for dinner with my parents at six, and then after we went to a movie, but halfway through he leaned to me and said we needed to go to our house quickly. I knew not to argue though I was getting so into this movie.
He sped to our home, and we were inside in minutes. He hurried me upstairs to our bedroom and began undressing me as he undressed. I have never seen him is such a state of sexual frenzy.
“What is it Edward, what is wrong?” I asked him.
“I need to be inside you right now,” is all he said in return, and with that, he picked me up and dropped me on my back and was between my thighs.
He rubbed his prick up and down me a few times which did make me start to drip and wet his glans. And immediately he thrust himself deep in me. I let out a cry of surprise.
On his knees between me he just held himself there, his eyes closed, breathing deeply. This solitary act made me start to throb against him some as he just stayed there like a statue.
Finally, he opened his eyes, and said to me, “Thank you Charlotte, I just needed to be in you for a moment. I have wanted this moment since Tuesday, and we should have never gone to the movies, we should have just come here because it came over me again so quickly that I thought I was going to explode.”
And then he began to thrust into to me over and over, accelerating with each thrust. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist to hold on to him and keep him in me with the pace he was going. It all felt so good, him up inside me so deeply.
I had missed the feel of him in me too as it had been almost a week since we have had sex.
“Edward I am sorry I put us through this being bad on Tuesday, making you wait two more days to get the satisfaction you crave,” I manage to say as we pump away.
“Charlotte, I know, soon we will be together every day, so there will not be these times of drought again,” he replies as he shoves deeper into me.
I moan at each his thrusts and think about yes, in just two days, we will be man and wife, not to be parted, able to screw however and whenever we want to. That is so exciting to me.
It takes only a few more thrusts until I feel the waves crashing over me, and I arch my back and cry out. It is only a moment later when Edward also cries out, and I feel his cum exploding in me. We sigh deeply and drop together. Edward’s arms around me.
“Thank you, Charlotte, for understanding. Sometimes this overwhelming urge comes over me, and I will need you to be ready and available for me to screw immediately. Now that it has passed, we can take our time to explore each other,” Edward told me.
And we do over the next hour or two. Each was studying every part of the other’s body, testing to find sensitive spots, finding the spots we each get the most pleasure, it was like we were each mapping out a new territory we have acquired and want to find all its natural resources to use to the greatest good.
Edward found that he could make me squeal just by sucking my toes, but when I tried on him, he had no pleasure, but licking and massage his arch did delight him. Both of us loved the feel of fingers gently running up and down our inner arms from wrist to elbow.
Edward was very ticklish in his armpits, for me that was behind my kneecaps. Both loved the feel of tongues running up and down and around our inner thighs, and the same with running a tongue down our spine. That sent tingles running through us both.
So carefully, recording in our minds each delight or dislike we learned each other’s bodies. It was close to midnight when Edward noticed the time and hurried us to dress to get me home before too late. I did straighten the bed, so it would look fresh and ready for us when we returned.
As Edward drove me home, he told me he would not see me the following night as some of his friends and colleagues were taking him out for a bachelor party. I want to pout and complain, but after the wonderful evening we just had, I did not want Edward to pull over and put me over his knee again.
So, I kept quiet but was silently fuming inside. I have heard what happens at bachelor parties and where they usually go, and I did not want Edward ogling other women or more.
When he pulled up to my house, he did walk me to the door, and there kissed me with great passion and thanked me for all that had happened that evening. I kissed him one last time and stood to watch him walk away. That will be the last I see him until I meet him at the altar.
Donald and Emma look at each other as they finish the entry, they both nod and hurriedly pack their thing and run to the van. Yes, they need to explore each other in that way so to learn all about each other.
First, though, Donald suggests they go shower and prepare themselves. Emma looks at him quizzically, but then he hands her a shower bag with soap, shampoo, towels, and two premixed enema bottles.
“We both will before we shower, so we can fully explore each other in a clean way,” Donald tells her.
Emma agrees with what he is saying, but this might delay them for an hour.
“Don’t worry Emma; we have the rest of the day and evening. There are fireworks on the beach, but that is not until ten. We have over six hours until then.” Donald informs her.
She smiles at that and nods as they head to the showers.
Going into a toilet stall first Emma shoots the first full bottle up in her. She leans forward some as she waits for it to kick in. After letting that all out, she repeats the process to make sure everything is out of her. That took about forty-five minute.
Donald does the same and takes just as long. It has been a while since Donald has had an enema, so this time it does take a bit out of him, leaving himself feeling drained. He somewhat stumbles to the shower, but when the hot water hits him, cleaning all the salt from him be begins to feel better.
They both finish their shower at about the same time and meet at one of the picnic tables to walk back to the van. Inside, the door is locked, and the blinds pulled, Emma pulls the shift dress off her. It is all she wore back from the shower. Donald pulls his short off, which is all he had worn also. They kick their sandals aside and move together to kiss.
Donald pulls back some and lays his chin on Emma’s head. He is beginning to like being this way with her. He is just enough taller than her to make this a comfortable position. Emma finds she is enjoying this way of embracing too.
“Emma let’s take our time doing this. It sounds like such a sensible thing to do with you. I am learning so much from you and your parents this weekend. Opening my eyes to new things the Institute must begin to study in-depth,” Donald tells her.
He moves to get some wine for them to enjoy as they explore each other, and with his back turned from her, Emma builds up the courage to ask him what she has been mulling over in her mind since the first night. She had read his book and knew about the references to different ‘Subjects’ they had conducted sexual experiments with, studying their reactions. And after the conversation on Saturday between Donald and Connie, she is even more curious.
“Donald,” she starts. It does amaze her how suddenly this weekend, away from the house and town he is now fully Donald to her. “The Institute, and me. Am I one of the ‘Subjects’ you are studying? Are you writing up everything we do? How I earn each pearl? Have you given pearls to all your subjects? And what is happening this weekend, will you write that up and report on it to the others at the Institute? Will I find myself being mentioned in some new book you write?”
Donald is overwhelmed with Emma’s questions, and realize that he must answer her fully and completely, so she understands. So much for exploring each other tonight.
“Emma, come here and sit by me and we will talk about this,” Donald tells her.
She does and sitting side by side, glasses of wine in front of them on the table, Donald turns to her and takes her hand in his.
“Emma, yes, when I first invited you to my home, I planned to study you, see your reaction to different stimulants and techniques and see how willing you were to go forward. When I had learned that at your age you were still not only a virgin but with no sensual experience at all, even masturbating, you seemed too good to be true. After getting your email telling me about it I wanted to start immediately, but there were some other projects I had to get out of the way before I could turn my full attention to you. That is why it took me a week to respond to you. I hope you were not too upset not hearing from me then.”
Emma sighs to herself remembering her anguish that week wondering why he had not responded. It was nice to know the reason now. But the idea that he only thought of her to be an experiment, the next Subject, she wasn’t sure about.
She knows he did not know her then, but still. Though she did have to admit to herself, she was the one, confessing to him as she did, that opened herself to be considered that way. And it the back of her mind she always knew that was what it was.
Donald continued, “Yes, I have been writing up your reaction to things we have done, things you have learned about, but your identity is totally confidential. No one knows who you are. Even Connie only knows you like Emma, not who you really are or anything more than your basic sexual state before we began.”
Emma ponders these comments, now that Connie knows what she looks like, how hard would it be to find out who she was? She so wants to believe Donald, but she is unsure.
“Emma,” Donald squeezes her hand before he goes on, “For all the reports I am writing you are ‘Subject Z,’ my final subject. By the time of our second weekend, I knew that I could not fully report on you. Mainly it has been just a clinical write up of how Subject Z has responded to a new phenomenon. Nothing about your emotions, what you have told me, or not even that much about how open and willing you have been. That I have kept between us, I did start a private diary about our time together, what we did, how you showed your appreciation in return, only so I can remember each detail. Somewhat like your mother did in her diary.”
Donald begins to worry as Emma has not said a word as he has talked, he hopes she is not too upset about this, he could not stand it.
Then he feels Emma squeeze his hand and he is reassured.
Emma did this because him comparing his diary with that of his mothers. She knows why she kept it; Charlotte had been deeply in love with Edward. Could the same be true of Donald? She dares not ask that question, not yet. And his comment about her being his ‘final’ subject. Could that be true? Is it what she thinks he means?
Donald continues, “Emma, no one has ever received pearls before. Everything changed between us that week I punished you. Seeing how accepting you were about everything, though knowing you so wanted to learn more about the new world I had cracked the door to for you made me realize that outside of the basic experiments we would carry on, I wanted to swing wide that door to let you enter the palace of sexual delights.”
“And I wanted to be the one to guide you along the way. I have added many more things for you to experience so to learn about all the deviations in the sexual world fully. And while I watched you that night over the phone, I thought what a pearl in the rough you were but could see what was shining so brightly underneath. Which made me come up with the idea of the necklace for you.” Donald says.
At that comment, Emma smiles at Donald and leans and kisses him on the lips. That sweet kiss means more to Donald at this moment than if she would have thrown herself into his arms and fully kissing him.
Emma is so pleased to hear about her necklace, just her necklace, and that Donald is doing all of this just for her, yes reporting some things, but for the most part to help her grow and learn.
Donald smiles at her, and staring deep in her eyes now, much more confident, he says, “What happened this morning was new and exciting to me, taking sexual pleasure to a new level which the Institute has ignored. I do want to write about it, but I am not sure how without explaining how I have found out about this. And what your parents did, and I want so to do with you, is also something no one has ever mentioned it that way, and I do want to introduce the idea for a further study, but again I am in a dilemma about how to do so.”
Donald answers her last concern, “And if I ever write a book about what has happened between you and me, it will be so different than my other book, it would be more about how we both discover things together, as you have taken me to so many levels I never imagined. And you would have to approve it all before it could even be considered for publication. Or perhaps, in time, you would like to co-author it with me, telling your side of the story from your point of view.”
Emma laughs at this, the first sound she has made since Donald has started. “Yes, perhaps I should do that with you one day,” she chuckles.
Donald puts his arm around her and pulls her close to him. Her head rests on his shoulder. For her, this is the perfect place to be with Donald.
“Emma, do you have any other questions?” he asks her. “Even if not now, whenever you do from now on, please just ask them so I can reassure you.”
“I am a little concerned about Connie knowing about me and meeting me, but if it all comes out one day, I am not ashamed of this new life you have opened me to, so I guess what happens, happens,” Emma tells him.
“What a wonderful attitude to take Emma, but many things we have done and will do will stay between just us, the world does not need to know every detail,” Donald cautions her.
“And Emma, there are several more pearls to go. I know what I want you to experience with each, but I will explain them to you first, and you need to tell me if you want to or not. I will never force you into a situation like Saturday ever again. You are too important to me to ever hurt in any way,” Donald solemnly tells her.
‘Too important to him?’ Emma’s heart swells hearing him say this. Never could she had imagined the directions this weekend is taking. She is astonished that she even dared to ask Donald those questions, but his honest and sincere responses fill her with such joy. And to still have pearls ahead to earn, to learn, even more, she cannot wait.
Donald looks at the clock and sees it is now nine o’clock, he cannot believe they have been talking about this for over four hours, nor eaten anything since the sandwiches this afternoon. But both realize they are full of something else right now and are not hungry.
“Emma do you want to want to go to the beach to watch the fireworks?” he asks her.
She replies, “Actually, I am sort of tired now, could we go to bed? We could take the blind from the front window and watch them from the bed.”
“That sound like an excellent idea. And Emma, we are going to explore each other very soon, I want to know everything about your body and desires. But I am glad we had this talk instead tonight. I hope this calms your concerns.” Donald says.
“Yes, others might come up, but I will ask you if they do. And I want to know all about you too,” Emma responds.
Naked since they returned to from the shower, Donald turns out the lights and goes to the front of the van and opens the front blinds enough for them to see out. He climbs first into the bed to be against the back and then pulls Emma to him so they both will be able to see the fireworks from where they are lying.
Emma reaches behind her and begins to jerk Donald, so he hardens, when he has, she turns her head to him and says, “Could we try what we did this morning again? I would love to sleep through the night with you up inside me.”
Donald is more than willing to comply as that sensation would be wonderful for him again too. And his scientific mind gets the better of him wondering if they could sleep through the entire night that way. It would be interesting to find out.
So, Emma bends forward some, lubed from her juices, Donald is up in her just holding himself there. Emma leans back up and squeezes against him. He does not move at all this time after a couple of slow thrusts to get situated in her comfortably for both. He puts his arms around her and pulls her close to him.
As his hand lowers to play in her mons, the first firework goes off. The feeling of Donald being deep inside her again, just holding himself there pleasures them both immensely. And by the time the firework finale shoots off, they are both quietly snoring.
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E048: Memorial Sunday
Posted:Jan 15, 2019 7:09 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 2:42 pm
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When Emma wakes Sunday morning, her thoughts stray to what happened yesterday. She still is hurt about the last part of Donald and Connie together. And she thinks more about Connie using Donald’s shower twice. Emma has never seen Donald’s bedroom at all, let alone the bathroom there. She wonders just how well and how often Connie and Donald have been together for Connie to know her way around the house so well.
Emma realizes she is feeling jealous, something she has never experienced before. There has never been anyone in her life to feel so about, and even with others’ accomplishments she is always just glad for them, not feeling there is a competition between them. This is something new to her, and she does not want to experience this.
Then Emma thinks about when she was with Connie. She did like the attention paid to her, and even enjoyed giving Connie pleasure in return, but would she ever want to be with Connie again after she and Donald have coupled in front of her? Emma is not sure. She knows that is what Connie was suggesting when she left, but only time would tell if Emma’s feeling towards her change from right now, not liking the woman at all.
Emma does not know that after leaving, Connie truly regretted what happened. When Emma turned just her cheek to her when parting, this stung her and made her realize that she had stepped over the line with Emma. She only hoped that Emma would forgive her in time, as Connie would so like to be with Emma, alone, again.
Donald wakes, and pulls Emma to him and kisses the back of her neck. His hands are around her stomach, and he strokes it moving up to caress her breasts a little. He does not go lower yet; he still is unsure how Emma is feeling about yesterday. He will wait for a sign from her before he goes further today.
“Good morning Emma, did you sleep well?” he asks her.
Not turning, but at least pressing her head against his shoulder, Emma replies, “Rather well, sir, and you?”
“All right, I did have this disturbing dream that I was in a cave, all by myself, I wasn’t sure how to get out, and I seemed to be searching and searching for someone there,” Donald confesses. “But let’s not dwell on that, let’s get ready so that we can get on the road.”
Emma hurries to the tanning room to start her day.
After the first few days when a base for a tan was started, Emma only lays in the bed for about ten minutes each morning now, and at a lower setting, to maintain a healthy glow to her skin, not get so dark that it appears unnatural.
Her massage from either Julie or Karen lasts twenty minutes, so she is ready to shower or bathe within a half hour each morning.
It might be mentioned here that Donald would tan a little every other day or so when Emma was gone, for the same reason, to keep a nice shade of color. And he would have a half hour massage after from either Karen or Julie whoever was around. Yes, he was nude when they would loosen the tension from his shoulders, arms, back, and legs. But after Saturday, he never has them give him a massage again. Something changed for him then, and he now only wants attention from Emma.
Donald and Emma shower together. He is so tender and gentle with her. He feels like she is a flower made of fine china, so delicate and intricately made that he is afraid he could break her. Emma enjoys his soothing touch and is soon leaning back against him murmuring softly as he washes her.
She then turns to him, takes the cloth and begins to soap and wash him all over. She spends time stroking and cleaning his cock, and Donald hardens quickly. He is overjoyed as he takes this attention from Emma as a sign she forgives him. He leans and kisses her deeply, and she returns his kiss in kind.
All is well between them again.
After he readies Emma, he packs her toiletries to take. He has already packed suitcases for them both and stocked the van on Friday in preparation for this trip. He had planned to tell Emma all about it then so that she could look forward to the trip that night, but she came home with her confession from the spa, and it changed everything that night.
But they are ready to leave now. Emma in a short khaki skirt and pale-yellow top. He in shorts and polo top to match hers. He is delighted to have them wearing matching outfits. Signifying they are a couple.
Donald is changing so much suddenly; yesterday had a huge impact on him too. Seeing Emma so indifferent, and then somewhat removed herself from him when he was with Connie. And then what he realizes is a feeling of guilt about what he put her through in the end makes him a little afraid that Emma might be the one to leave him, not him to send her away as she fears.
And as Emma has never felt jealousy before, it is since his youth that Donald has ever felt guilty about anything. So, this is new to him too.
Donald knows there is more that Emma must go through to reach the point she needs to be at, but it is going to be very hard for him to make her do so. Not for the study, not for her to earn more pearls. Today, how he is feeling, he would throw them all at her feet, but because he wants her to blossom to her fullest to be all he knows she can be.
Donald tells Emma it is time they get started and walks her down the hall to the garage, his hand back where he likes it most, on her ass cheek. Emma smiles a little to herself as she feels his hand there.
Emma has not seen the inside of the Volkswagen Van, and when she does, she discovers that it is a camper, circa the early seventies. The van itself is powder blue and white, and the interior is all light wood features. It is in mint condition.
There are foldout seats which turn into beds, cabinetry for storage, a small ice box, sink, water storage, and pump. All that is needed for an electrical hookup; a laminated folding table, and Venetian blinds for the windows. Donald explains there is a canopy for the side of the van and a cooking stove also to use outside. The back of the van is well stocked with things they may need.
Donald helps Emma into the front seat after she has inspected the back of the van and did give her cheek a spank as he always does, but this morning’s is only a light one. He is still so worried about how Emma is feeling. Again, Emma smiles to herself as he goes around to get in. Emma does not want Donald to suffer, but perhaps this little while he has will be good for him.
Donald pulls out and directs the van south towards the coast. It is a drive under two hours.
Donald begins to talk; he does not believe what is coming out of his mouth. He has never shared with anyone about this before. He should just shut up and drive. This is giving too much of himself away. But he cannot stop himself, it all wants to spill out of him.
He begins, “Emma, you have shared so much with me about your childhood, youth, and upbringing. And things that are important to you, and I realize I have not reciprocated really.”
Emma’s ears perk up hearing this.
Donald continues, “I don’t know if you know it, but I am from Boston. I was born there, and until ten years when the Institute relocated to this area I lived mostly in New England.”
Emma did not know this, but now she understands how Donald’s accent is rather different than hers and from where it comes.
And then Donald begins his story, words just flowing over each other as he talks. Two sentences in, Emma moves her hand and begins to caress his bare right thigh as the tale of his life is told.
I lived with my parents and attended school locally until I was to enter the sixth grade. Then, as was the custom in my family, I was sent to a military academy in New Hampshire from then until I graduated high school. I had just turned twelve when I was sent.
My father assured me that it was the best thing for me, to make me a man. He had attended the same academy himself. I was allowed to return home for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter. It was the best time seeing my parents.
I too was an only child. My mother doted on me, especially now that I was apart from her so much. While strict in some senses, wanting me to become the man he envisioned I would be, my father was kind and indulgent to me also. That Christmas was the best. They bought me so many things I had longed for, a rocket kit, a guitar, so many of the books I wanted, and an adult bike which I could use at school to ride into town.
But shortly after another wonderful week with them at Easter I was called to the Commander’s office. He was somewhat kind as he told me my parent had been killed in an automobile accident. I went home again, though that house would never be my home again. My aunt, my father’s sister, was with me throughout the funeral and the week that followed.
My things were moved to her house, and the rest sorted and cataloged before the house was put up for sale. This was after I went back to school. But then, at the time my aunt moved me in with her, she was only concerned with getting me settled with her before I had to go back to school.
She had never married but lived in her and my father’s family home after my grandparents died a few years prior. She was always concerned and nice to me, but she wasn’t my mother, and I now realize I never really returned her love for me.
Back at school, I was now different. When I had arrived in the fall, I had been rather shy and was bullied a good bit by the older boys. One in particular, who lorded over me and more or less made me his slave.
When I returned, I suddenly had more confidence. I stood up for myself, and the others backed off. There would be more fresh young men to bully in the fall for them.
It helped me build that confidence in part that the will had been read before I had returned, and I learned my parents left their entire estate to me. A fortune really, as both sides of my family had been rather wealthy and had handed much down to my parents, besides the capital my father had built himself. Realizing the status I now had, and the expectations that went with it, I acknowledge I had to become a man.
During the rest of my years at the Academy, while I never had any close friends, most all respected me and I did become my Brigade’s Commander, what was known as the First Captain.
Emma hears the pride in Donald’s voice as he tells her of this accomplishment. It gives her the start of insight into how Donald became the person she met. She feels sorry for him about the bullying and losing his parents, but she can sense she should not comment on either right now.
They are approaching the beach now, so Donald’s story ends, for now. Emma hopes he will tell her more before the weekend is over.
Donald pulls the van onto the beach a bit, near the rest area, but not too close. There are other vans parked along this portion of the beach already. She looks out and sees that electrical outlets are sticking out of the sand near where the vans are parked. This beach must cater to campers she thinks.
They climb out of the van and into the back to start to unpack. But Donald is a little hard from Emma’s caressing of his thigh for the last couple of hours.
He had been so involved with telling her his story, opening to her, that he hadn’t comprehended how aroused he became.
Emma notices too and closes the door behind her when she enters, and comes up to him and kisses him intensely. She stands so close to him that he feels his hard cock rubbing against her mons, and her breast pressing into him making him long for her so much.
“Emma,” Donald starts as he turns and fumbles to turn the bed out, “Would you like to right now?”
Emma laughs and kisses him again, pressing him back down on the now opened bed. She quickly undoes his shorts and pulls them off him. And then drop her shorts to the floor too. Not bothering even to remove their tops, Emma is straddling him, rubbing his cock up and down her soaking slit to moisten it.
Once lubricated she guides Donald’s prick up into her. Oh, it feels so good to have Donald there again. Both feel the same way; it is almost like Donald is home again, where he should be.
Now it is just a bit over twenty-four hours since they had been like this, but all that happened between those hours does make right now seem like a homecoming.
Emma feels Donald deep up in her, and she begins to bounce on him to make him thrust further and further up in her. She begins to clamp against his cock by the fifth thrust. Donald moans with pleasure. Emma leans forward and kisses him as she bounces on and on.
Donald lifts his ass some to be able to push further into her; he wants Emma so much at this moment how she does make him so happy.
Emma continues her onslaught of Donald, up and down she bounces, coming down harder each time. She feels herself starting to peak but then remembers the sensation with Connie yesterday. She leans to Donald’s ear and whispers, “Please, sir, I am close to cumming, but you must tell me when I may.”
Donald’s eyes widen at this statement, remembering Emma in the reverse position yesterday, and he understands how much she is giving of herself to him at this moment.
He replies, “What was the word you used? Yes, ‘now.’ I will say the same to you. You must not cum until I tell you that you may by saying, now.”
Emma is giddy with excitement. She hopes she can hold off like she did yesterday but feeling Donald’s full cock up in her in this position it is going to be hard. She nods to show she understands.
Donald comprehends her dilemma and rolls her on her back and lifts her legs. This position is always good, but it is easier to hold off cumming this way better.
He does not let up though and begins to drive his cock up in her over and over. His problem is that he is close to cumming too, but like Emma yesterday, he holds himself back and begins a slower pace of driving into her over and over.
Both are moaning, and Emma is even biting her lower lip to keep control. She is so close. Such a sweet pain runs through her being in this state, at this level. Shivers are running through her body, wave over wave of them.
Donald remembers the rules from when Emma was in control and continues to fuck her for five more minutes — pressing into her, letting her hold him for a bit before pulling back and plunging in deeper again to be held.
Emma reaches her hand around him and finds his crack and runs her fingers down it to his hole and begins to circle it before pressing into him some. Donald gives out a loud moan at the pleasure of this rear attack.
“Emma, that is cheating, don’t stop, but you have added minutes until you may release,” Donald gasps out to her.
How he is going to last much longer Donald does not know — feeling her finger up in him searching around. If she finds his prostate, he is doomed. Luckily, Emma must know that would be playing unfair, and just presses in and out of his asshole to add to Donald’s enjoyment.
And it does, feeling her so willingly, without being asked, to this is like a subliminal massage. It feels so good. As Donald adjusts to this additional stimulation, he can enjoy it as he presses in and out of Emma over and over.
She is panting hard now, trying to hold herself back from tipping to the light fantastic. But she is so close. Whimpers escape her as she compresses her sides against Donald’s cock. It is now almost fifteen minutes since she asked Donald for permission, her whole body is so charged feeling the prickles run through her.
Please, let him release her from this.
Donald is in a high state himself now and knows he is seconds from cumming. He looks at her face and sees all the sweat forming, some from what has been dripping down on her from him for the last few minutes.
He looks her in the eye and says, “Now.”
Emma cries out, loud enough if anyone was near the van to hear. Her back arches and she is holding his prick so tightly in her. His sperm shoots out up in her deeply as Donald, in turn, loudly moans as he comes.
Both their bodies are shaking as if in convulsions. They shudder as they both stare at each other grinning like fools.
On this rather uncomfortable bed in the back of the van, (the mattress is rather thin, so the bed is rather hard), they have probably had the best sex.
They fall together in each other’s arms laughing as they both realize they might have just put on an audio show for anyone approaching the rest area.
“Maybe we should move the van away from right here,” Donald whispers to her.
Emma replies, “Well, they now know what happens in here, and I am sure is happening in several of the other campers and vans. Well, I can only hope. Donald, thank you. That was amazing. Perhaps I should make you control when I cum every time we fuck. No, not every time, but sometimes. That added so much to the final release.”
Donald hugs her tightly and response, “Yes, that made it rather gratifying for me too, but no, not every time. Are you tired now, would you like to nap for a while? Or have lunch? Or go swimming for a bit?”
Emma laughs at all he is offering her and replies, “I want all of them, not sure in which order yet, but right now, I really, really need to pee.”
She kisses Donald then jumps from the bed, pulls her shorts on and hurries out the door to the rest area. She giggles as she passes a few people sitting at the nearby picnic table who smile at her.
Such a nice release as she sits on the toilet. Sex is always wonderful for her now, but the release of her bladder after almost gives her an after-cum experience.
When she gets back to the van Donald is putting up the awning of the camper. He has a table and chairs to eat at under it, the grill and a couple of lounge chairs side by side nearby; all is set up already. It all looks so cozy and nice to Emma.
Their little home on the beach.
She goes inside the camper and finds the sheets and pillows to make the bed. There is no Karen or Julie here to tend to their needs, which is rather nice in itself too. When they had fallen on the bed earlier, it had just been the rubber mattress; now it was a bed for them. Yes, it will be a little hard, but Emma is sure by the time they fall to sleep tonight they both will be rather exhausted and not care.
She opens their suitcases on another bench and takes out the top swimsuit Donald has packed. There are several, but she figures knowing Donald they are packed in the order to wear. She changes into it. She is a little concerned about it. A pale blue bikini. It almost feels like the lingerie she now wears, the top cut so skimpy, and the bottom rather flimsy itself. At least it is not a thong.
Can she go out in public this way? Donald has chosen it for her, so yes, to please him she will.
She comes back out of the van as Donald is finishing plugging the van into the nearby outlet. He looks up and sees her in the doorway. The light is shining on her there as the awning does not cover it. Her tan skin, the light blue showing it off. Even though she does have a little belly, the suit is showing all her assets off in the best way.
Donald smiles at her and tells her it seems like she has picked what she wants to do next and to give him a minute to get into his suit.
Emma goes and sits on one of the lounge chairs in the warm sun to wait for him. He hurries to change, grabs some towel, sun lotion, sunglasses for them and a basket with some snacks and wine in it. He comes back out the van and locks it.
They walk down to the water. The beach itself is over 200 feet deep, the vans sit at the very back of it, well out of the way of the tides coming in. Emma and Donald walk to within twenty feet from the shore. Donald spreads the blanket for them to sit on and ask Emma if she wants to lay in the sun for a while first or go into the water.
She kisses him quickly and nods to the water before she runs to it. Donald laughs and runs behind her. They splash into the salt water, which is rather cold, but it feels so good. They swim out from shore beside each other. They find a dune out about 100 feet which allow them to stand with the water up to Emma’s shoulders and Donald's chest.
They stop and stand, facing each other. Donald steps close to her and puts his hand inside the bottom of her swimsuit, searching for her slit, which is soon open to him. He rubs against her clit for a while as she moans in delight.
“Donald, what if someone sees what you are doing?” Emma asks him.
‘Donald,’ that sounds so lovely that she is calling him that here, today. It is what she should during this interlude he has made for them. He replies, “We are in deep enough water, and no one is around so no one will know.”
It is true, Emma realizes as she enjoys Donald’s attention. While the beach is rather crowded, and there are many people in the water, they are all staying so close to the shore. She moans quietly with delight as he rubs and pinches her clit until it is hard and solid.
Donald keeps rubbing her as she places her arms on his shoulders to steady herself. He is taking her to the summit one more time. It feels so good as she approaches it.
Then Donald tells her, “now,” and moves his fingers so three are up in her pressing against her g-spot and his thumb continues to tease her clit. She realizes that Donald now is telling her to cum before she is quite to the peak. But that does something to her realizing he is now taking control of her orgasms. It makes her arch back, throb against his fingers inside her and moans. She does try to control the noise she makes as she does cum hard from his command.
Donald is astonished that Emma did cum on command. He knew from her body language that she was close, but him telling her to do so to make her flip over that fence is amazing to him. He puts her arms around her and holds her as she shakes from the gratification she just experienced.
Calming, she looks up at Donald as he holds her, and jumps up around his waist, which is easy with the buoyancy of the salt water, and kisses him deeply, over and over.
“Thank you, Donald, that was a wonderful surprise,” she tells him sincerely.
They now begin to swim earnestly. In a large circle at first, diving under and back up. Swimming away from each other and then back together to stand and kiss. It is an unchoreographed dance between them.
And then an added dimension comes into play. As they stand together, Emma dives down, presses his legs apart and swims on her back between his legs, her lips just touching his prick and balls as she does. He moans in passion. She swims back between them again in the same way before rising from the water.
He pulls her to him and asks, “What are you doing Emma, that feels so….”
She smiles at him and tells him to try it as she spread her legs apart.
Not to be outdone, he dives under the water and swims between her legs, biting at her swimsuit as he does. Then back from behind doing the same before he surfaces.
“Is that what you want?” Donald askes her.
“Oh yes, that was fun, we will have to remember that,” Emma says as she dives under again but this time when she surfaces she is swimming towards shore. Donald, see what she is doing is right behind.
‘Where does Emma get such energy?' Donald wonders as he swims behind her.
When Emma reaches the shore, she stands and then runs across the sand and flops on their blanket. Donald follows.
He takes one of the towels and begins to dry her off. She giggles at his attention. He dries her hair as best he can, then she takes the towel and dries him. Done, he brings the brush out and with Emma, now sitting between his legs facing the water, Donald begins to brush her hair.
This always makes Emma drip, and today is no exception. Donald hears her quiet whimpers as she enjoys the care he is taking of her.
Finished, Donald opens the bottle of wine and brings out the cheese and crackers. The nibble and sip in happy harmony. The sun is feeling so good on their skin. But Donald realizing the rays are getting stronger gets the sun lotion out and begins to rub it all over Emma’s arms, back, chest, stomach and the from her feet up to her thighs.
Emma’s whimpering increases at Donald’s touch covered in lotion. She takes the bottle from him and returns the courtesy to him. Now both protected from the sun, the lay on their backs to enjoy the warmth side by side touching each other’s shoulders and thighs.
Donald takes her hand and holds it. 'Yes, this is how this afternoon should be,' he thinks.
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E047: Pearl Twenty-six: a hard pearl to swallow
Posted:Dec 28, 2018 7:26 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 2:42 pm
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As Emma brushes her hair before returning to the bedroom, she wonders what is still ahead. Donald told her there were two parts of three left before. She has completed the second of the three, but what would be expected of her next?
She pulls a little on her pearl necklace by its loop to reassure herself.
When she returns to the room, of course, the sheets have been changed, now a light rose silk sheet. Donald is there, now undressed, still a little hard. He is sitting on the side of the bed sipping on a glass of scotch.
Donald tells her that she is to sit in the armchair now and no matter what, she is not to move until he tells her she can. He gives her a glass of scotch for herself. The bottle is sitting on the table next to the chair.
Emma cannot imagine what is going to happen that she is to stay in the chair. But Donald showing his dominance over her after what had just happened with Connie is reassuring and the right role for her to take.
Connie comes back into the room, still a little wet from her shower which just makes her skin shine. She is rather lovely, and Emma does find herself wetting a little looking at her wonderful body.
Connie goes over and sits on the side of the bed next to Donald, who lifts his glass to her lips for her to take a sip. Then setting the drink on the night table he turns to Connie and takes her in his arms and kisses her deeply.
Emma gasps a bit at the sight. Not her Donald with Connie.
When he finishes kissing Connie, he turns to Emma and says, “Emma, you are not to make a sound. You are only to watch what will now happen. It is important for you to experience this, being just an onlooker while someone else pleasures me. But you must just watch without noticeable reaction.”
Emma’s mind explodes with what she is hearing. ‘No, no, no. Not her Donald with anyone else. She can’t bear the thought, let alone having to watch it happen. And with Connie who has just pleasured her so?’ She tries to keep a straight face though as she was told and just nods to Donald her understanding and picks up her drink and takes a large gulp.
She does not want to watch this, as she sees them kiss again and then lean down onto the bed. She would love to stand and walk out of the room until it is all over, but Donald has told her she has to sit here with no noise. She could close her eyes she thinks but she knows if Donald looks over and sees her that way, he will be very disappointed. She will not get her pearl for this. And he might even spank her and punish her even more.
So, Emma sits in the chair, eyes wide open and watches what transpires. She is not happy. She is not sure how this is to help her grow and spread her wings, but she will endure it.
On the bed, Donald is on his back and Connie is kissing and licking him all over his neck and chest. Her fingers moving down closer and closer to his mons, and what is below. Thankfully she just moves them to his thighs first to caress them.
Emma is biting her lip as she watches Connie’s hand move to take Donald’s cock in it. ‘NO! That is only mine to touch now,’ rings through Emma’s head. She holds her breath so not to cry out as Connie does touch it and begin to jerk it a little.
Emma breaths out as she realizes that Connie is not jerking Donald in the way he likes most. Though he is starting to harden. ‘Yes, this perhaps is how I can get through this,’ Emma thinks. ‘I will just take note of how she is not doing things the way Donald taught me to, to give him the greatest pleasure.’
It was not much, but something to keep Emma from screaming out. Donald looks over at her and catches her eye. She keeps a stone face as she looks at him. ‘Yes, that too, perhaps if I act like this is not affecting me it will not last as long,’ she continues to think. So, she just slightly nods her head to Donald and gives him a small smile.
When he turns his eyes from her as Connie begins to lower her mouth over him, Emma takes another big gulp of scotch. ‘This will maybe calm my nerves too,’ Emma decides.
Now, Emma never acted in anything in her life and most often shows her emotions on her sleeve, but for the next hour, she could have been Sarah Bernhardt with the show she presents. When Donald’s and Connie’s attention is diverted to their sexual antics Emma’s face is strained from what she is seeing, but as soon as one or the other would glance at her she is stoic and just nods and smiles at them. And when they aren’t looking, she is working her way through the bottle of scotch.
On the bed, Connie moves between Donald’s legs and is sucking him, taking his balls in her one hand to squeeze and the other jerking him some. She takes little more than his glans in as she does.
Emma is pleased that she is not doing anything close to how well she pleasures Donald. Perhaps this critiquing will start to be fun.
Donald moans a little from the attention he is receiving, but as he glances at Emma and sees no reaction from her, he is a little disappointed. Does Emma not care about him as much as he thought that she is acting unaffected by what is happening in front of her?
If only Emma knew what is running through his mind as he looks at her, her heart would jump with joy.
But Donald lets the continue in front of Emma. He turns Connie and begins to lick and suck her cunt as she continues to suck him. The two of them making each other moan more and more. But Emma now is starting to hear the false notes in their pleasure. Both sounded much more into it when they were with her, pleasuring her, or her them.
It is probably the scotch which is making her more and more confident in herself and what she is being subjected to, but that is okay, and it was really true that she was better with both of them than they are being right now.
Donald and Connie go through the acts, but neither of their hearts is in it. Both are actually thinking of Emma’s touch and feel. Her so open enjoyment of the pleasure given her, and her trying so to please them in return.
This part of the afternoon is not going how it was planned, and how it had worked with other subjects. Those had felt excluded and so wanted to join in. Though none had been commanded by Donald to stay silent in the chair like he had Emma.
Connie enjoys fucking with Donald to a degree, she really does prefer women. And Donald always does have fun when he and Connie fuck like this. But it wasn’t as much fun for either of them today. But they continue, both glancing to see Emma’s reaction over and over.
Donald flips Connie on her back and moves between her legs and lifts her ass at her hips to enter her from behind. She moans at the idea. He thrust into her as hard as he can, but inside her, both know he is not as hard as he usually is. They out the act of fucking and do cry out from time to time. Some pretending it is so good, other times when actually a spot is touched for enjoyment.
Connie does clench against him some, but it is sporadic and not as tightly as Emma does.
Both realize they are annoyed at the non-interest Emma seems to be showing. No reaction to them fucking in front of her, and her not being a part of it. Connie, especially for some reason, does not like the idea that another woman is not impressed with her skills, she is as big of an egotist as Donald is.
She flops down on the bed, leaving Donald dangling above her ass and tells him to roll on his back. She climbs on top of him, pressing him up in her, and begins to really bounce on him. She needs him at least to cum loudly and fully to have her vengeance.
Deeper and deeper she makes him thrust into her, she consciously makes herself squeeze against his cock with each thrust. It is helping her some to move towards a climax, and she can tell he is reaching his peak too.
Connie looks over at Emma to see her reaction, and all Emma does is stifle a yawn. What the fuck?
Truth be told, all the scotch Emma has been sipping, okay, gulping, has made her tipsy and tired which is the reason for the yawn. And little does Emma know, that yawn just made her the winner of this non-contest which has been transpiring. Donald sees it too and he feels this pressure in his heart from it.
Connie fuming now from it bangs and bangs down on Donald until they both quickly cum in short succession. Both crying out, perhaps more than they really are feeling, but to make a grand finale.
Emma watches this and is angry and hurt about what she has been made to watch, but her composure does not give her away at all. Small tears have been coming to the corner of her eyes through it all, but she quickly brushes them away so not to be noticeable.
Finished, Donald and Connie sit up on the side of the bed. Donald asks, “Are you alright Emma?”
Emma replies, though her voice is slightly slurred, “Oh yes sir, I hope you both enjoyed yourself. I not sure I really care to watch others have sex that much, but that I guess is just me.”
Donald is crushed. He wanted her to be emotional and upset from having to watch him with someone else. Instead, she appears to be indifferent to it. How can she not be, after telling him just days ago that she loved him? Again, Emma just amazes, and now confuses him with her uniqueness.
“Sir, I know Connie probably wants to get cleaned up now, but would you mind if I use the bathroom first, I really to,” Emma says.
“Yes, that is alright Emma, Connie can clean up in my bathroom again,” Donald says with confusion in his voice.
Emma hurries to the bathroom, turns on the sink’s faucets to full blast and presses her face deep into a towel and cries and cries. She feels sick some from both the scotch and what she had to watch. She can’t stand that Donald has been in another woman, especially in front of her. She thought he was beginning to care some for her, but to put her through this.
She is there for a while as she works herself to such a state she throws up. Empty, she cleans her face, putting just a little basic makeup on now, not the full display Donald has done for her this morning. She takes a robe from the back of the door, as she does not want to be nude in front of either of them right now and goes back into her bedroom.
Donald is dressed too now. He looks at her with concern when he notices her red eyes. He had seen how much of the bottle of scotch was gone while she was in the bathroom and wonders about that.
“Emma, are you alright? Tell me,” he begs her.
“I just felt sick suddenly and threw up is all,” Emma replies. “Let’s go out to the living room now so Julie and Karen can clean up in here.” Emma wanted those sheets off her bed as soon as possible.
Donald just nods, presses the button to them, and walks with her down the hall. He is afraid right now to even touch Emma, he is not sure what is going on. Her explanation about being sick causing her red eyes made sense considering how much of the scotch she drank, and why did she drink that much? But he was sure that was all of it.
Shortly after they reached the living room, Donald sitting on the couch next to Emma, Connie comes in dressed again and seems ready to leave. Which would not be soon enough for Emma. She bid her farewells and leans to kiss Emma, but Emma turns so she only kisses Emma on the cheek. Connie says she hopes Emma and her will meet together again soon. Emma only nods.
Once Donald shows Connie to the door, and they do not kiss or anything, just say goodbye, he tells Emma he is going to go shower and get cleaned up. Emma response in an even voice, “That would probably be a good idea.”
Donald hurries to shower, taking care to lather and scrub all scent of Connie from him. ‘Did he go too far with this today? Emma is acting so strangely, and he has wonderful things planned for them for the rest of this holiday weekend. He hopes she will like the idea,’ he thinks as he showers.
Totally clean, he wraps himself in just a robe too and returns to the living room where Emma has the television on low, watching some aimless show. He goes and sits next to her. He puts his arm around her and pulls her tight hugging her.
“Emma, I sorry, perhaps I should not have done the last part, but you have so admirably earned your next two pearls. You have twenty-six of them now,” Donald says in a low voice as he takes her necklace off and puts the two new ones on it.
“Donald, if you to be with other women, please do if you have to, but please, please, never ask or make me watch again. I don’t know if I could stand it,” Emma turns to him and says looking deep into his eyes.
And then he understands the toll he placed on her the last hour or so. How could he have done that to her? He is a fool. And her calling him Donald, instead of sir. He had to have hurt her with his to push the envelope further.
“Emma, no, never again, I probably should not have taken you to that step, but you have been so open to new things, and you seemed so indifferent while it was happening, you did have me confused,” Donald says to her kindly.
“Thank you, sir. I know I should not ask for things, but it is just…” and Emma trails off unable to continue. Tears start to form in the corner of her eyes again and she curses herself for showing her emotions.
Donald pulls her to him and kisses her face over and over. She is so precious to him now. He realized that when Connie was with him earlier, and he thought Emma not caring. To know that she does so makes his heart swell. And emotion he is not accustomed to.
“Emma, tomorrow, I have arranged things for us to go to the coast for the rest of the holiday weekend. There is a beautiful beach there for us to enjoy and just relax some. We will go in the Volkswagen van. Would you enjoy that?” Donald asks her.
“Oh, sir, that would be wonderful. I have never gone away for a holiday before. I would enjoy that,” Emma gushes.
So, it is arranged, and both are happier again. But that night, Donald just holds Emma close. He did not think she would be up to them having sex yet. Which is the right thing to think.
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E046: Pearl Twenty-five
Posted:Dec 28, 2018 7:21 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 2:42 pm
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Emma cleans up and comes back into the bedroom. Connie's garter and stockings are removed, and she tells Emma to come over, so she can do the same to her. Donald just watches this intimate gesture of Connie slowly taking off Emma’s fishnets. They are now both totally nude, and Donald fully dressed.
“Come along ladies, lunch has just been served. I know it is a little late, but it does seem like you were both preoccupied,” Donald says laughing.
Emma realizes that she and Connie will be having their meal nude while Donald remains dressed. And in some ways, she likes this as she does so want to keep looking at Connie’s exquisite body without comparing it to Donald who she so desires.
They arrive at the kitchen and Emma is somewhat relieved that there are no signs of her butt plugs. She blushes as she realizes she does not want Connie to know what is expected of her at most meals.
There are three steaming plates of broiled fish with a lemon and wine sauce with a side of rice and a lovely salad. Karen or Julie must have just left for it to be this hot and ready for them. Donald sits where he always does at the head of the table, with Emma next to him on his right. Now the normal thing would have been to have Connie’s place set opposite Emma’s on Donald’s right, but it is placed on the other side of Emma.
Throughout the meal as they chat as nothing has just happened, nor that Emma and Connie are nude in front of Donald, Emma feels Connie’s hand running up farther and farther on her thigh to her cunt. And on the other side, Donald is doing the same.
Emma suddenly feels both their fingers playing in her cunt. One is brushing and polishing her clit making it swell and harden; the other’s fingers are up into her vag pressing at her g-spot and dancing in her cavern. She is shaking all over from this dual attention.
Donald tells her to keep eating, as they both are with their other hands. Emma tries but the jolts running through her body makes this hard. She is finally able to finish her meal in time for her to cry out as the climax washes over her whole body from this intense attention.
As they both take their fingers away, Donald lifts her napkin and wipes her lips and the perspiration which has formed on her upper lip. He leans and kisses her. “Did you enjoy that Emma?” he asks her.
“Yes, sir, thank you both so much. That was rather passionate,” she replies and kisses Donald first, and then Connie to show her gratitude.
She feels the wetness between her legs, but Emma just enjoys the sensation.
Donald tells them it is time for them to get back to the bedroom. “Emma, you must now show Connie your appreciation of what she did for you earlier by doing the same to her,” Donald states.
Oh my, could she actually do all that to another woman? She did so love sucking Connie’s boobs, but could she touch and lick her down there? 'This is now really going to a new place,’ Emma thinks before she demurely replies to Donald, “Yes, sir, if that is what you expect of me.”
Donald just smiles at her as he helps her stand, and then she walks in front of Donald and Connie, each with a hand on one of her cheeks down the hall. What a unique feeling for her, especially considering what is expected of her when they reach her room.
Donald again sits in the chair as Emma sees the sheets have been changed to now a pale green silk sheet. Connie climbs on the bed and tells Emma to come lay beside her. She kisses Emma deeply to help her collect herself.
“Now, dear, take as much time as you to work down my body, suck my nipples as much as you like as you seem to enjoy that before you move on down. You will do fine, I sure,” Connie tells Emma quietly.
Emma is grateful for these words and begins to kiss her again, then work to her neck licking and kissing and sucking, then to the nap of her neck and down between Connie’s breasts. Then she does take her time sucking each nipple to full hardness as she kneads and squeezes the breasts. What she had thought were such firm breasts are soft and lovely to with.
She lays her head on one as a spongy cushion as she sucks on the other. She hears Connie moan in delight at her attention. Connie even strokes her hair and the back of her neck as she does. Encouraged this way, Emma begins to venture down, licking along Connie’s stomach taking in her wonderful scent. Partly her perfume, but more her animal lust scent coming from her already.
At Connie’s belly button she plays with it some, putting off for just a bit what is ahead to build up her courage.
“Go ahead, dear, you can do it,” Connie tells her.
So, laying her head on Connie’s belly, looking down, she lifts her hand to Connie’s inner thighs and spreads them some. She takes her time rubbing the thighs, working closer and closer to Connie’s wonder spot tentatively.
Her fingers finally touch Connie’s outer lower lips. They are wet already. She plays with them some squeezing them to make them begin to swell before she finally, taking a deep breath, moves her fingers into Connie’s wet and waiting slit.
The softness of it and the wetness is so inviting. Something Emma never knew she would like so.
Now, remember, Donald has not let her play with herself at all really since she did that first time, and that time she really did not touch herself that much as she was unsure what to do. So she has never really felt a soft, wet, warm pussy before.
It is rather an enjoyable experience. She runs her fingers up and down Connie’s slit as she moans from Emma’s initial attention. Emma presses two fingers up into Connie’s vag and searches for that spot that Donald has hit, and Connie earlier which makes her so happy. The g-spot.
She searches with her fingers all around. Connie realizes what she is trying to do so coaches her where to touch, “A little to the left, now up a little, over a little more, there, there, press there.” And Connie gives out a howl letting Emma know she has found the right place.
Emma presses her there over and over and brings the fingers of her other hand to wet and rub Connie’s clit as she does. Connie continues to cry and yell with passion and then comes hard. When she has, Donald tells Emma she is doing a good job now. She just smiles back at him for his encouragement.
She knows what she must do now, but first, she brings her sticky fingers to her mouth and licks them to know the taste. She has tasted her own cum when Donald has encouraged her to, but this now is a slightly different taste, making her realize every woman’s smell and taste of lust is a little varied. Emma wonders if it is the same for men’s sperm too.
Emma moves between Connie’s legs for the inevitable. She lowers her head and begins to kiss and lick Connie’s inner thighs. They are so much softer and somewhat fleshier than Donald’s.
She licks, sucks and kisses them both over and over, herself to move closer to where she must go. She moves around the target area and back near the mons and licks and sucks around it some first. She does get her first real taste of Connie’s juices there as they are covered in her wetness.
Bolder now, she moves down and takes the first glistening outer lip in her mouth to suck on as Connie had hers. She tastes more of Connie’s juices and begins to accept the taste. She moves and does the same to the other lips. Finally, she spreads them and in front of her now is Connie’s full and blossoming flower.
Emma dips her head and licks fully up Connie’s slit from down near her asshole all the way up to her clit and above. Then back down again. She chokes a little swallowing what she has collected in her mouth, but edges on. Up and down the slit she goes, until she feels bold enough to stick her tongue up into Connie’s vag. She tries to press in as far as she can, and then twirl it some.
Connie has been softly moaning as Emma licks her slit, but when Connie feels Emma’s tongue enter her vagina, she cries out again. For a first timer, Emma is doing a rather good job Connie thinks.
Emma moves her tongue up the slit again to land on Connie’s clit which she sucks and sucks at. Her fingers find there way back into Connie’s vag and her g-spot to press against it as her tongue works on the clit.
Connie tries to contain herself not to give too much away so soon, but in moments she is moving quickly to the cusp to cum and can’t control herself. She cries out in sexual fever as her back arches and she comes a second time from Emma’s attention.
In surprise at Connie’s loud reaction, Emma jumps back from her and sits between Connie’s legs as the convulsion overtaking Connie begins to slow and calm. Connie pulls her to her and kisses her, tasting her own cum on Emma’s lips telling her she did a very good job.
After catching her breath, Connie gets off the bed and goes to the dresser drawer again and comes back with a different strap-on. “Emma, do you think you could do this also? Would you like to experience what if feels like to fuck a woman?”
Emma hadn’t really thought about that part, and suddenly realizes that yes, she would like to know, in part, what if feels like to thrust into a woman, as Donald does to her. She replies, “I will if you would like me to.” As she says this, she looks to Donald too, to get his approval for her to do so.
Donald nods his head to her, and Connie tells her she will show Emma how to put it on.
There is a smaller dildo at the opposite end from the cock styled larger phallic. Connie shows her how this goes up into Emma’s vag first after she steps into the belt. She explains that not only will it give Emma pleasure also, but it will also help hold the other end firm and in place. She tightens the belt firmly around Emma’s waist and adjusts the straps some.
Emma is ready. She takes a couple of deep breaths realizing she now has a cock hanging between her legs and balls that brush a bit against her thighs. This new perception of herself plays in her head and is rather arousing.
Emma has Connie lay on her side on the bed. Emma wants to enter her in a different way, which Donald has done once to her and she had enjoyed immensely, bringing her to a rushing climax. Right now, she wants Connie to feel the same.
She moves close facing Connie’s back. She kisses the back of Connie’s neck and then works her way down, running her tongue along Connie’s spine. She licks and kisses both of Connie’s ass cheeks, but Emma cannot bring herself to lick Connie’s crack or asshole. Emma is not to that place yet.
She runs her tongue back up Connie’s spine, who is now moaning and shivering in lust. Emma whispers to Connie to bend forward some. Emma’s breath on Connie’s ear as she tells her this sends shocks through Connie’s body. She realizes that Emma is in charge now and bends as she is told to.
Emma brings a hand to the front of Connie’s mons and moves down to feel how wet she already is. Knowing this now, Emma rubs the rubber cock up and down Connie’s slit from behind to lubricate it.
Only when totally covered, Emma first moves her hand to hold Connie’s lower stomach, just above her mons. Then she presses the dildo up into Connie’s cunt and begins a slow in and out process to start to bring Connie to the summit. Emma knows from how she feels when being fucked that starts slow helps to build the tension and excitement, craving for what is to come.
When Connie is moaning and whimpering as Emma thrusts in and out of her, Emma moves her hand lower to find Connie’s clit and begins to rub it with Connie’s escaping juices. Emma increases to rapidness and deepness of each thrust as Connie cries out in ecstasy.
Emma keeps up the thrusting faster and faster until Connie begins to clench the sides of her vagina against the rubber cock, holding it in her for a minute as Emma continues to circle and pinch on her clit.
This is too much for Connie. How can Emma know how to do this so well, and this position feel so good? Shudders run through her as she clutches at the prick in her and arches her back up and cries out in animal desire.
Emma knows she has cum but keeps up her thrusting and rubbing for several more minutes as Connie breathes rapidly and finally begs her to please stop. Still, inside Connie, Emma pulls her up and kisses her neck some more.
Again, whispering in Connie’s ear so she feels the breath on her again, Emma asks, “Do you really want me to stop now or do you want to climax one more time?”
Such an offer. Connie realizes she is almost on the brink again, and nothing in the world would want her to have Emma stop now. And then the strangest statement comes out of Connie’s mouth, “No ma’am, please don’t stop, use me as you wish.”
Had she just been submissive to Emma? And she realizes she wants to be as she cums again.
“Please ma’am, tell me when I may cum,” falls from her lips.
This is so unique to Emma that she tells Connie, “not until I say ‘now’ to you.”
And Emma pulls out of Connie, flips her on her back so she can look into Connie’s eyes, lifts Connie’s legs to her shoulders and rams back into her cunt. She is kneeling between Connie’s legs with her hand holding her up on each side of Connie’s head. As Emma thrusts and thrusts, she leans down and takes one of Connie’s nipples in her mouth and starts to suck and nibble at it.
Connie is in a frenzy. She is again on the brink of cumming, but now must not. She must wait for her mistress, if only in her own head, permission to cum.
This adds a new dimension for Connie. She is usually the dominant one in her relationships. Only once a few ago was she with a woman as her sub for a few months. Connie never admitted to anyone how much she had relished that role and the control the woman had over her, and how hard she would cum when submitting to needing permission to do so.
Now, she is getting that high again. She tries to control herself and remembers how she had to before. Emma can see from Connie’s face she is so close to cumming, but something tells Emma that she cannot let Connie cum yet. It would disappoint Connie too much.
So, Emma continues to ram in deeper and deeper into Connie’s cunt. She has stopped sucking Connie’s boobs so not to take her over the edge yet. Connie is again clamping the cock at each thrust tightly.
Emma realizes that this ramming and holding is making the other end of the strap-on do lovely things to her too. She is aware that she is almost to that same edge as Connie, but she holds herself back knowing she wants to make them both suffer some before they cum together.
For almost five minutes more she continues her assault on Connie. Both of their faces and necks are now bright red, the breathing heavy, and drops of perspiration are glossing both their skins.
It is only then when Emma feels herself ready to release, does she tell Connie, “Now!”
Connie so close to the edge, when she hears the ‘now’ spills over the cliff with a scream of adulation. Emma cries out too as she cums at the same time.
This time she just falls onto Connie’s awaiting body. Their sweat mingles, and they kiss. They can feel their juices mixing together and Emma stays inside Connie as they both calm. Connie’s arms are around Emma squeezing her cheeks and pressing her closer to her, and up in her. Connie does not want the feeling of Emma in her to end.
When her breathing slows, Connie looks to Donald and tells him Emma has passed this part with flying colors. As Emma looks at him too and sees the pleasure on his face, she also notices that he is rather hard again.
Pulling out of Connie and sitting up, Emma asks him, “Sir, would you like me to take care of that?”
He knows what Emma is offering him, but he tells her, no, just to go clean up. Take her time, take a bath. Connie can go to his shower and clean up.
Emma does as she is told but wonders why he did not want relief right now. In the warm bath, Emma misses Donald there having to wash herself. But she also ponders what has just happened. She had rather enjoyed servicing Connie, not as much as when Connie showered attention on her earlier. And she admits that while both ways with Connie were fun, it nowhere rose to the level she feels with her Donald when they are together.
This is probably good she thinks. It is something different, which from time to time she might crave, but her main source of pleasure comes from the professor.
Though, there at the end, when Connie seemed to submit to Emma’s control had been interesting and rather fun to have such power over someone.
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E045: Pearl Twenty-four
Posted:Dec 28, 2018 7:19 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 2:42 pm
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Never has anyone ever come to the house while Emma is there. The sound of the bell makes her jumps a bit. Donald puts his hand on her shoulder and tells her to relax. All ahead will be fine, he is sure.
Emma’s mind races as he goes to the door. Who is he inviting into his home with her there? She looks around the room and sees Julie slipping down the hallway from cleaning her room. Julie just winks at her which makes her feel more at ease. Though it does make her wonder if they know what is about to happen.
Donald opens the door to an elegant woman in her mid-fifties. She is almost as tall as Donald, and guess what some would ‘big-boned’, but lovely. She is wearing a silk blouse opened low, a semi-tight black skirt, stockings and very high heels adding to her height.
Emma watches as Donald welcomes her, and she leans and kisses him on his lips. Emma is not amused. But the woman walks in front of him into the living room like she is very familiar with it. Donald is close behind her.
“Emma, I would like you to meet Dr. Connie Poole, a colleague of mine,” Donald says in introduction, “And Connie, this is Emma.”
Emma is a little surprised at this and stands to shake the woman’s hand, but instead, Connie steps close to her and kisses her on the lips softly too.
“Emma, it is such a joy to meet you. We have heard so much about you, and I have been so eager to meet you in person,” Connie tells her.
Emma’s mind is whirling, from the welcome kiss, that she knows about her, and just everything about this Dr. Poole woman. And then she suddenly realizes in a weird diversion of all that is happening at this moment that Donald would be a Dr. too. He does have his Ph.D. in his field.
He always refers to himself as only Professor Ryan, how she knows him, but. As pompous as Donald can often be, she is amazed that he does not throw this title for himself around. It amuses her as these thoughts run through her head. It keeps her for a moment not having to deal with what is happening.
But she is quickly brought back from her thoughts as Dr. Poole sits down with her on the couch, very close. Donald sits in the armchair facing them.
“Emma, please me Connie, as I want you to relax and get to know me as we do some things this afternoon,” Connie purrs to Emma as she begins to stroke the inside of Emma’s arm from the wrist to the elbow.
Emma can’t help herself, but Connie’s soft touch does start to arouse her as she stumbles over her reply, “Thanks, Doctor… Connie, it is nice to meet you. I not really sure what is planned, but I hope I can please…" and here she hesitates about what to him, she can’t say, Sir" … the Professor and yourself, if that is what he wants.”
“I sure you will do fine, dear, you just to relax and be open,” Connie replies as she now lifts her other arm to the back of the couch and begins to stroke the back of Emma’s neck with her fingers.
Emma does not know how to reply as she feels the first wave the tingles run through her body by this attention.
“Emma,” Donald says, “Connie is a colleague of mine at the university and at the Institute. Over the , she has worked on several of the previous studies I have conducted for our institute. She has also helped me with some of our subjects in the past.”
Now, Emma frowns at this a little. Is she just another ‘subject’?
She knows about his work at the Institute before and since he joined the university faculty, some of the findings had been eluded to in that book he wrote which she had read shortly after hearing him talk that night. But she thought she was becoming something more to the Professor.
The start of tears begins to form in her eyes, but the rushes going through her body from Connie’s fingers playing on her have her in real confusion.
Donald stands and says he is going to get them some wine, and then seeing the drops in the corner of Emma’s eyes and realizing, he adds, “Emma, Connie is just here to help you move forward in your development with me, to show you some new things for your enjoyment. I sure you are going to find it enlightening.”
Somehow Emma understands he is trying to convey to her that, no, she is not just the latest subject. And she smiles and nods to him.
While he is away, Connie turns more to her and begins to ask her questions about herself, and then subtly about her and Donald. She admires Emma’s pearl necklace while noticing it is not complete but does not mention that.
Emma stammers about how the professor has given it to her and adding to it as she learns and develops new skills and experiences. Connie just smiles at this reply as she realizes what is going on. Emma is not just any subject, and it amuses her to comprehend there is something more going on between Donald and Emma than just researcher and subject.
Connie knows she will say nothing about this but discerns that in the end, it will all come out. But as she gazes at Emma and lust for her, she realizes she will make Donald agree to some side terms with her in the future.
She turns Emma’s face towards her and leans and kisses her lips softly like Sasha had done yesterday. A low moan escapes Emma. Connie pulls back and looks into Emma’s eyes, “Emma, may I really kiss you, would that be alright?”
Emma staring back in her eyes just nods her head. Connie again leans to her and uses her tongue to run between Emma’s lips to open her mouth. Emma feels her soft tongue searching her mouth, dancing with her tongue. Again, Emma is overwhelmed with the difference Connie’s soft tongue feels like compared to kissing Donald.
No, she would never stop lusting for Donald’s touch and kisses, this with a woman is just unique in a softer way which is enjoyable to her too. She feels herself start to moisten in her crotch.
Connie sits back up after they kiss for a couple of minutes, in time for Donald’s return with the wine. He pours it for all of them and Emma somewhat avoids his eyes as they resume chatting. He and Connie converse a bit about their work and the university, he stops from time to time to explain things for Emma to understand and be included in the conversation.
The whole time Connie continues to do the finger on Emma’s arms and neck. Donald sees all this and just smiles and gives Emma a small nod that all is okay.
They go on this way for almost an hour. Donald can see Emma’s face and neck are starting to redden from her being aroused by Connie’s touch and their glasses of wine empty.
“Emma, why don’t you show Connie to your room and I will be right along with some more wine,” he says standing.
Emma looks at him a bit quizzically and he just nods, so she stands and asks Connie to come with her. Connie stands up and walks down the hall to the room with her hand still on the back of Emma’s neck.
In the room, Emma is surprised to see that the bed has been remade, but with just the bottom sheet which is a cream satin. But more so by the armchair and small table placed right next to the bed.
Connie takes Emma in her arms and kisses her again and then whisper in her ear, “Let’s get you out of this dress, and mine, to be more comfortable.” As she says this, she reaches down the low front of Emma’s dress and squeezes on her right breast, while her other hand moves down the low back and finds its way to her cheeks to press and squeeze them.
Emma just succumbs to this, though she wobbles a little as she stands and the feeling rush over her. Seeing her condition already, Connie takes her hands away after just a minute and lifts Emma’s dress offer her, sits her on the bed, and removes her shoes. She leans and undoes Emma’s bra and takes it off, and then somehow without Emma hardly raising herself, pulls her panties off her.
Emma is now just in her garters and fishnets. Connie smiles at her as she runs her soft fingers up and down Emma’s now dripping slit. “Yes, you are very ready, aren’t you?”
Connie starts a sensuous striptease for Emma. Slowly unbuttoning her blouse and taking it off, then her skirt is lowered. She reaches behind her and undoes her bra and lets it slide down her arms.
Emma is agasp as she looks at Connie’s firm, large breasts, the nipples so hard and thick, all she can think is how she would love to suck on them some. And as that thought comes to her head, she blushes deeply as she would never have thought she would ever think anything like that.
Connie then lowers her panties and Emma can see her mons is gleaming with her juices also. Connie takes them off and steps out of her shoes. She too is now only wearing a garter belt, but she has on black silk stockings.
She sits down next to Emma and takes her hand and guides her to run her hand up and down her silk-covered thigh. Once Emma understands what is expected of her and does, loving the feel of the silk and thigh, Connie turns and takes one of Emma’s breast in her mouth and sucks on the nipple until it hardens like a rock and is almost purple. After doing the same to Emma’s other nipple Connie lifts her head and just begins to copy Emma’s caressing of her thighs by doing the same to Emma.
“We will wait until Donald gets here to really begin to , my sweet,” Connie tells Emma, brushing some hairs from Emma’s face which have fallen from her hairdo. She does lean and gives her one more rather chaste kiss.
Donald soon enters with a tray of wine, scotch and glasses for each of them. He sits it on the table by the chair and hands both women a glass of wine. He sits in the chair, still fully dressed, and smiles at their undressed state.
Connie tells him they were waiting for him before starting anything. He just grins, and tells Emma, “Now, I want you to do what Connie tells you to do. You will do fine, and I right here watching so everything is okay, and I allow it.”
Connie picked up the last words ‘I allow it’ and starts to see where Donald at least thinks his and Emma’s relationship is headed. With other subjects, he always took a dominant position but never in a way to make them move to a subservient role. This is getting more and more interesting, she thinks.
And seeing Emma just nod and lows her head and quietly say, “yes, Sir,” makes her juices flow even more at what all is going on between the two of them. She shakes her head ever so slightly, then turns to Emma and helps her to lay on the bed, with Connie beside her. She makes sure that Donald has an excellent view of Emma, especially her face to see her emotions.
She again leans over Emma and kisses her long and deeply as her hands with her breasts squeezing the nipples and kneading her boobs. She moves to kissing Emma’s neck, both at the very back and nape and not missing her ears. Emma response is in kind as she is able to lick and kiss Connie’s neck and ears in return.
She tentatively lifts her hand and squeezes Connie’s wonderful mammaries. She strokes the nipples and likes the feel as they harden in her fingers. Connie moans a little from the attention. She lets Emma continue this way for a bit but then turns her on her back.
Connie leans on her side and begins press open Emma’s flower by spreading each outer lip, sliding her finger in to get some of her moistness and then the inner lips spread so to enjoy her lovely slit. Her fingers run up and now this messy wet slide, stopping to press into Emma’s vag and then wetly up to her clit to rub. Emma's response, of course, is moaning more and more.
Connie takes the back of Emma’s head and directs Emma to turn toward her as she leads her to her breast. Emma quickly latches on to Connie’s tit and begins to suck. The feeling of Connie’s fingers on her cunt and being allowed to suck on these magnificent boobs is more than Emma can imagine.
Yesterday with Sasha had been such a new experience, but this is starting to take it to such further levels. And then it really does.
Connie rolls her to her back again and began from her neck licking, kissing, and biting a little, working her way down Emma. Stopping to work her mouth over both Emma’s breasts and nipples, down to her stomach and belly button. She follows paths Donald has gone before, but it feels so different, not necessarily better but oh so. Her tongue and fingers are so much softer working over her.
And then Connie reaches Emma’s mons. She licks through it but then over to Emma’s thighs, not going there yet, making Emma moan with desire. Emma hears some heavy breathing and she looks over and locks eyes with Donald and realizes he is the one deep breathing. He looks into her eyes and smiles, letting her know all that is happening to her right now is alright and he approves.
Emma leans back and sighs as Connie is now kissing and licking her inner thighs. Connie spreads Emma’s legs wide, and with her fingers again moves her lower outer lips aside some. But she doesn’t stop there, she takes first the right one in her mouth and sucks on it over and over to make it swell and turn rosy. Then her left the same. Then the same on each of her inner lips.
Emma is becoming overcome with passion and . to feel Connie’s tongue on her slit. To see if it feels as sweet as Sasha’s yesterday. What is happening to her? Three weeks ago, she would never in her wildest dreams imagine a woman between her legs like this, and now she is lusting for her to do more and more?
Now, Connie is sucking and licking her slit, up to her clit and making it so hard, down to her vag and entering it so differently with her tongue, then down even further, where Donald has only semi-traveled with his tongue. Then to her back hole as Connie lifts her legs up over her shoulder. She licks and sucks up her crack and then back down and actually puts her tongue up in her asshole making Emma cry out in pleasure.
As she does, her fingers are in Emma, finding her g-spot and pressing, pressing against it. Emma’s back arches and she cries out as she cums. The first time with Connie.
Her head shakes back and forth in the passion of the moment, she can just see Donald through blurred eyes and can see the lust on his face too.
She falls back on the bed in pure pleasure. But Connie does not let up. She is back at her clit, polishing it as her fingers continue to press against Emma’s g-spot and within her vag. Without control, Emma begins to clinch again and again against Connie’s fingers. Emma hears her sigh so contently as her face stays between Emma’s legs.
Emma comes again hard. So hard her scream of lust fills the room. When she looks towards Donald, she sees his pants are open and now down by his knees and he is jerking himself hard. She wants to take him in her mouth to pleasure him but right now she is on such a different plane.
As she comes down from this second high, Connie moves from her and leaves the bed. She hears her say to Donald, “Top drawer, right?” And before Emma knows it, Connie is back, but there is something on her. A belt type thing around her waist and hanging like Donald’s cock does. Emma realizes it must be a dildo as she had seen them in the when showed her the room and dresser in the drawer Connie mentions.
Connie comes back to her and lays over her. Emma can feel the rubber cock against her thigh as Connie kisses her and strokes her face and hair. “Emma, can you handle one more time this way now?” Connie asks her.
And suddenly, while this seems so bizarre to do with another woman, the feel of Connie’s breasts pressing against hers, and the pseudo prick now between her legs resting against her slit send her over the edge a third time. Connie chuckles as she comes down from the last high and turns to Donald and comments, “My, this is a very sexually charged you have found.”
Connie notices then what Donald is doing as he is so close to climaxing himself that he cannot answer, and she realizes, even more, this silver cord running between Donald and Emma.
She brushes Emma’s hair away from her face and kisses her some. “Emma, are you ready now for me to enter you? This will be the final part for now, if you are ready.”
Emma just nods in reply, she is past talking. This has all been rather magical to her, and she wants to feel what it is like for a woman to fuck her.
Connie raises her legs over her shoulders and presses into Emma well-lubricated cunt. Emma feels this hard rubber cock bounce in and out of her as she throbs and clutches against it. Connie, now raised, looks down at her, the vision of her breasts bouncing with each thrust adding something to this encounter that takes Emma quickly to the peak again.
Her back thrusts out, she clenches the fake cock, so Connie cannot pull it out for a moment to thrust again, and howls with passion as she now comes for the fourth time in not even an hour.
Emma is spent, and drops to the bed, lower her legs and just lays there panting, trying to come down from this last high. Connie pulls out of her, and flops to Emma’s side, pulling her close to her rocking and stroking her back.
“You did well for this part Emma, very good. I did not know what a sensual person you are. Donald has only mentioned a little about this, so I was so happy to be invited to experience you myself today, and it so far has been well worth it,” Connie quietly tells her.
Emma just keeps gasping for breath, but does now look into Connie’s eyes, and moves towards her and kisses her fully and deeply. “Thank you, Connie,” is all she can say after the kiss and before she leans into Connie’s arms once again.
After only a few minutes, Connie gets up and goes to the bathroom. Emma knows she needs to go there too, mainly to clean up, but while Connie is gone, she can focus on Donald in his chair. His pants are back on, but she sees a rather soaked towel by his legs and realizes he had cum from watching her and Connie.
He smiles at her and comes and sits by her on the bed. He quickly takes her necklace off and adds the twenty-four pearl to it before Connie returns. Emma smiles at the addition.
“Emma, you did good for this first part, there are still two more parts today to go, and two more pearls if you are able to complete them. I know you will. But now, when Connie comes out, I want you to quickly clean yourself and we will go to the kitchen for a bit of lunch,” Donald says, and doing so kisses her sweetly.
He lifts her wine glass to her lips for a sip and caresses her back as she does.
Yes, all is good, that was very interesting, but her Donald is proud of her for doing so. But what are the next two parts?

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E044: The next morning
Posted:Dec 28, 2018 7:13 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 2:42 pm
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Closing the door to Emma’s room, tears form in the corner of Donald’s eyes. His sweet , so sad right now. He wants to rush back in and cradle her in his arms, wipe away her tears. But he knows he must complete this punishment for her.
He goes to his study and turns on her room monitor and watches her wiggle in her sleep, turn and reaching out for what is not there. He smiles at himself some imagining all that she told him happening with Sasha.
He does make a to the Spa and changes who will be working on Emma for the future. He does not mention why he wants the change or makes any accusations against Sasha. He truly can understand the passion which overtook her with Emma. Emma is so capable of doing that, without even realizing it.
He spends the evening just watching Emma sleep and reading a bit of a book he has for a few hours. Around eight o’clock he makes a confirming arrangements for tomorrow.
It is rather funny in a way what happened today, considering what he has planned for Emma tomorrow. But he is glad to know that Emma will be open to it, at least the start of it, after her time with Sasha.
He does wonder what feeling Emma has for Sasha, which is why he stopped Sasha from being the one to work on Emma. He wants to keep Emma as his private pet, and only shared when he allows it.
Donald falls asleep in his chair.
It is five in the morning when he wakes, he watches Emma sleeping for a few minutes, only then realizing how stiff his trousers are from her dried cum on his thighs. He smiles some at that. He goes to his room, undresses and showers. He then quietly goes to Emma room and slides into bed next to her and pulls her close.
His arm around her he hears her breathing calm as if in her sleep she knows he is holding her.
Donald wonders if she will still be red bottomed in the morning? He falls asleep now, back where he wants to be.
Around eight-thirty Emma wakes, she has slept for over fifteen hours and feels famished. But what she feels more is Donald’s arms around her and him close next to her. She is happy.
Donald stirs awake and sits up. He pulls Emma across his lap and lowers her panties. Emma gasps and wonders if he is going to spank her again?
He just rubs her now slightly pink ass cheeks and asks if she is going to be a good now.
“Oh, yes, sir. I will not be disobedient again sir,” Emma solemnly swears.
Donald turns her to be sitting on his lap now, “That is what I want to hear from my pet.”
Emma hugs and kisses his face and neck.
“Now young lady, something is going to transpire today. I have had this planned and scheduled for over a week, so do not think it is happening because of what you did yesterday. So, go start getting ready for today,” Donald tells Emma.
As she turns to crawl to the edge of the bed to get up, he does swat each of her cheeks once. She yelps but she knows these spanks are with affection, not punishment.
She hurries to the tanning bed and then smiles at Julie as she climbs on the table. She ponders how easy it is to be naked in front of different people. Donald, Sasha, and now Karen and Julie. Will she be so to do this with other people too?
And what is Donald alluding to for today?
Again, the bath is run when she returns to the bathroom and he repeats yesterday morning attention before she ruined things with her afternoon behavior. She is so grateful that Donald has not sent her away and seems to still care for her.
She wonders again about what Sasha had asked her yesterday and her answer. What is her relationship with Donald? And then worries as he never really answered her about casting her off.
As she leans her back against his chest as he slowly soaps her breasts she dares to ask, “Donald, I realize you are no longer mad at me about yesterday, I hope, but if I do something wrong, will you send me away and not see me anymore?”
Saying this, tears start to well in her eyes, so afraid of what his answer will be.
He puts his arms around her and holds her tight. “Emma you would have to do something very, very bad for that to happen now. And I can think of nothing which you could do that would be so bad. Don’t worry, I not going to banish you. I should have told you that last night, but I was still upset and a bit angry with you then.”
Emma flops over sending water spilling from the tub as she hugs his neck and kisses him and thanks him. She slides down under the water and takes his cock in her mouth and begins to suck him. She does have to surface every minute but dives down again and continues over and over to arouse him to total stiffness.
Donald just leans back amazed at what she is doing to him.
When he is hard, she raises herself and slides his firm cock up into her moaning with delight as she does.
Donald gasps at the swiftness she accomplishes this and feels her throbbing against his prick immediately as she kisses him so fully and deeply.
Pulling away from him from time to time to tell him, “thank you, thank you, thank you”.
She bounces up and down on him, more water slopping out of the tub but who cares.
Her sudden sexual release amazes Donald but he can’t really think about it as he moves closer and closer to climax. Seeing her underwater sucking him, and now this up in her as she bounces on him is more than he could have ever expected in response to what he told her.
Is she so tied and committed to him now that the thought of them parting, then being reassured it would not likely happen to bring her to such a state? He wonders if perhaps his plans for the day perhaps should be put off until Emma is in a more stable frame of mind.
But then he cums, and she too in response, and after, as he calms himself, he thinks, no Emma is in the perfect state of mind for what is ahead for her.
Both back down to earth from that sudden explosion of lust, he helps her from the tub and dries her. He does her hair in an upsweep style today, exposing her lovely neck fully, and uses the darker shades of makeup to compose an exotic look for her.
Emma is puzzled a little over these choices as it is only morning. And when he dresses her in a very low cut in both front and back deep purple dress, with garter, fishnet stockings and matching lingerie, she is rather confused.
He leads her to the kitchen where there is a hot dish of cereal, toast and champagne waiting for them. All Emma can think is ‘a drink this early in the day?’
He wraps a towel around her neck like a bib and takes her in his lap and feeds her spoonful after spoonful of the hot cereal. The and cream on it make it very enjoyable. And the sips of champagne he gives her adds to the meal.
She is adoring the attention he is giving her as he feeds her. His other hand is finding its way up her dress and into her panties. Stroking her clit and pressing into her cunt. It is hard for her not to moan at his administrations. Especially as she feels his cock again harden under her. Pressing against her ass cheeks.
When the bowl of cereal is finished, and she has nibbled some on the buttered toast, Donald dabs her lips and wipes her chin a little to take away all vestiges of her breakfast from her face. He unties the towel on her and tells her she looks perfect.
He instructs her to sit on the couch in the living room while he dresses. In leaving he hands her a book to start reading. It is The Golden Age of Lesbian Erotica: 1920-1940. She wonders a little at his choice but is soon absorbed in the first story. And she feels herself starting to drip some from it.
Donald comes back into the room his dress is rather conventionally, dark pants, white shirt and a grey tie. His hair is combed and almost slicked back some. She likes his look but loves his hair when it flows freer.
“How far have you gotten in the book Emma? Are you enjoying it?” he asks her.
“I’ve finished the first rather interesting story and starting the second. It is different but enjoyable. It reminds me of a few of the Anais Nin stories,” Emma replies.
Donald smiles at her in response.
And then the doorbell rings.
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E043: Something happens at the spa
Posted:Dec 28, 2018 7:09 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 2:42 pm
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Friday morning when they wake, Emma can feel how hard Donald is and smiles at him and giggles. “What have you been dreaming about to be in this condition?” she asks him.
“Emma, men often awake in this condition,” Donald replies as he rolls her on her back, throws back the covers and begin to tickle her. She giggles and squirms as his fingers find their way to her cunt. Already wet.
“And what were you dreaming about Emma to be in this condition yourself?” he asks in return.
She just laughs and tells him it is a secret.
Donald spreads her legs and moves between them. “Well, since we both seem so ready this morning, perhaps this is how we should start the day,” he says as he presses up in her.
He moans as he feels her soft warm vagina grasp and holds him as he thrusts in and out of her. They both delight in this sensual pleasure of bringing each other to a wonderful high. He thrusts in and out of her many times, and then pulls out and tells Emma to roll over. He lifts her hips and is back in her cunt in this position now to bang her over and over in wanton desire.
Emma cries out as he presses deeper in her this way and she feels his glans against the back wall of her cunt and his balls hitting against her clit. They both begin to pant hard as they feel the rush coming over them. It all feels so good.
They cum together before long, falling together as they finish.
Together they hurry to the bathroom realizing this activity on their full bladders from the night now quickly needs to be released. Donald sits her on the toilet with her legs spread and stands between them. They pee in unison. Donald’s releasing himself against her slit and clit as he had just a week ago. It adds a wonderful new dimension to this bodily function.
He wipes her dry taking his time and she whimpers in appreciation of his attention. He tells her to go tan and get massaged and then meet him in the tub. He waits until he knows she is being massaged to begin to run a warm bath for them.
He feels a warm tenderness for Emma this morning and wants her to be relaxed today for what he is planning for her tomorrow. He knows it may be a tough Saturday for her to get through but realizes she must be taken to this plane of carnal knowledge.
So, he takes his time washing her holding her to him as they bathe. She faces him and leans against his chest as he strokes and cleans her back. After they finish and rinse, he helps her from the tub and takes his time over her hair and makeup.
He dresses her in a sky-blue low-cut sleeveless dress as it is warmer today. The glow of her tan now against the blue makes her so desirable to him. He walks her to her car for her to go to her Friday at the spa.
She is taken for her manicure and pedicure first as is now the practice. She feels her stomach starting to flutter a little as she anticipates Sasha’s gentle touch as she trims and waxes her soon. By the time she is lead to that room, she is shivering with excitement.
When she opens the door to enter, she sees Sasha standing there in a short tunic just sort of glowing in the soft lights of the room. Emma takes in the wonderful scent in the room as she walks in gazing at Sasha.
“My, you look pretty today Emma, and so tan,” Sasha compliments her, coming close to her. “Let me help you get undressed.”
Emma blushes a little at Sasha’s closeness and the feel of her arms around her as she reaches to unzip her dress. Sasha slides it down Emma’s arms and kneels her mouth so close to Emma’s pussy as she helps Emma step out of it and her heels. Sasha stays in the position, as she lifts her fingers and places them inside the elastic of Emma’s panties and slowly, her hands running over Emma’s cheeks and thighs, lowers them for Emma to step out of.
Emma is taking deep breaths as Sasha stands again, their breasts touching as she again reaches around Emma and unclasps her bra and slides it off her. She places all of Emma’s clothes on the chair, and then takes her by the hand and leads her to the table.
Rather than pulling out the footstool usually there for Emma to step up on to lay on the table, Sasha lifts her by the waist and sits her on the table.
“Lay back Emma, and let me get your legs in position,” she murmurs.
When Emma’s legs are in the stirrups Sasha takes hold of each of her hips and pulls Emma down close to the end of the table, then sits on her stool to begin to clip Emma’s mons. She goes very slowly today, blowing over and over to move the hairs away.
Emma tries to control herself but the waves washing through her body as she feels this makes her moan softly. Sasha spreads her legs wider and leans in and kisses each of Emma’s inner thighs, and then just gently runs her tongue up Emma’s now dripping slit to take in that elixir she had only tasted from her fingers last week.
Emma cries out in pleasure at the feel of Sasha’s soft tongue on her cunt. Sasha jumps back a little in surprise and hurries to Emma’s side apologizing.
“I am so sorry, I do not know what came over me, you just smell so delicious I had to have a taste.”
As she says this and sees how Emma is trembling near climax, Sasha reaches her fingers down and plays with Emma until her back arches and Emma cums. Sasha leans and kisses her gently on the lips.
“Are you okay now Emma? I shouldn’t have done that, but I keep dreaming about you since your first visit,” Sasha says as she steps back.
“Sasha, no that is alright and rather enjoyable, but I am going to have to tell the professor about what happened,” Emma replied.
Sasha takes Emma’s legs out of the stirrups and helps her move up on the table.
“I think you are probably clipped enough for today, let me get the wax to start on that,” Sasha says.
When she returns and begins on Emma’s legs, she asks her, “Emma, what is your relationship with the professor? I have never met him but have heard about him from some of the workers here that take his classes at the university.”
Emma ponders that question for a moment, ‘what is her relationship with Donald?’
“He is very kind to me and is helping me to learn and experience new things, sexual things, which I have never really known about until meeting him a few weeks ago. I think he cares about me, I care deeply about him, and want to spend as much time with him as possible. To expand and grow in this wonderful new world he has opened me to.”
Sasha thinks about what Emma is saying and suddenly understands the unspoken part. Emma has been a virgin until the professor. And she, Sasha, must be the first woman who ever saw and touched Emma naked. A thrill runs through her at this knowledge. She does so like Emma but will not take anything farther unless Emma asks her to.
Emma gazes at Sasha as she waxes her legs, and then more so as she works on her underarms. Sasha is very pretty and young, probably only in her early thirties. Emma wonders what there is about her that arouses her when she sees her, and now from her touch.
As Sasha rubs the lotion over Emma, she takes her time, making sure that it relaxes Emma and gives her pleasure. She keeps looking at Emma’s lovely pussy and is pleased to see her short mons is again glistening with her juices.
When she finishes, she lifts a warm damp towel and tells Emma, “Let me clean you there a little before you dress.”
Emma feels Sasha fingers on her slit through the thin warm fabric as she gently cleans the drips from her. Emma enjoys this, and while she is still rather damp, she looks in Sasha’s eyes and whispers to her, “You can finish cleaning the last bit how you did before if you would like.”
Sasha beams at her, lean and just kisses her lips once more, and hurries to her stool. She pulls Emma to her, spreading her legs on the sides of the table and runs her tongue up and down Emma’s dripping slit.
The softness of Sasha’s tongue against her clit and then up in her cunt a little is so different than when Donald does this to her. She loves the feel of both but in a different way.
Sasha doesn’t lick Emma too long, she does not want to push things. So, after just a moment she moves back, brings the cloth back and wipes the rest of Emma’s new wetness away.
She helps Emma stand and allows her to put her panties on herself. Though she does do the clasp on Emma’s bra for her and zips her dress up. Sasha so wants to kiss the back of Emma’s neck at this moment, but she doesn’t dare.
Emma thanks Sasha for her attention today, and leaves.
As soon as the door closes behind Emma, Sasha hurries to the cloth and sucks Emma’s juices from it, loving every morsel.
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In her car, Emma knows she must tell Donald what happened. She knows he will be mad, she hopes not too mad. But her letting Sasha have those final licks, what came over her? Emma knows she just wanted to experience that feeling a little more but that will be the bases of her punishment really.
Tears fill her eyes as she drives back to Donald’s house.
As soon as she arrives, still dressed, she hurries to her spot in the living room and stands as she did that very first Friday. Donald hears her entrance and the sobs coming from her and hurries to the room.
“Emma, what is wrong?” he asks with concern.
“Sir, I have been bad, very bad. I am so sorry,” Emma cries.
Between sobs and gasps, Emma confesses what happened when she was with Sasha. She sees a look of anger developing on Donald’s face when she reaches the part about the invitation she extended to Sasha.
“Emma, you are right, you have been very bad. I understand how it started, but you should not have given into temptation like that. You do need to be punished. And after how lovely this morning started,” Donald says. “Go to your room and stand in the corner. I will come to discipline you in a while after I calm myself some, I am a little too angry with you right now to do so,” Donald tells her in an even voice.
Emma hangs her head, still crying goes to her room and her naughty corner and presses her nose against the wall. She does not undress, as he had not told her to, and she is not sure what he will do to her.
It is almost an hour before Donald comes in the room. He stands behind her and lifts the front of her dress and puts his hand on her crotch. She is still somewhat wet. He shakes his head and sighs.
He takes her hand and leads her to the couch. She sees the paddle is out waiting on the table. He pulls her over his lap, lifts her dress to her waist, and lowers her panties to her knees. He immediately begins to spank her cheeks and upper thighs with his hand. Over and over in rapid motion. She cries more and more, mostly for disappointing him so.
This spanking is almost more embarrassing for Emma than when he spanks her naked. It makes her feel like a bad little who must be disciplined. Then the images of her being his bad and then remembering her mother beings spanked by her father this way, especially the first time she feels herself beginning that tingle all over her.
Donald spanks her this way for more than fifteen minutes, never saying a word. Only when he slows and rubs her now red bottom some does he speak.
“Emma I very disappointed in you. I had such a wonderfully planned evening for us tonight, and now you have made that not possible. You know you are not allowed to pleasure yourself without my permission, and to have someone else help you to that point only makes it worse.”
He picks up the paddle and rubs her bottom with it to let her grasps what is to come.
“I sorry sir, I know I shouldn’t have, but something came over me, it was such a different feeling to experience. But I should not have at all without your permission,” Emma sobs.
Donald begins to paddle her now; each spank only makes Emma feel worse about what she did. She cries and cries as the paddle slaps against her cheeks and thighs.
Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank.
In sets of ten, Donald continues to spank her, then rub her bottom before the next set. By the second set, Emma is kicking her legs in response to each and gasping as she feels each stinging spank.
Ten sets in all, one hundred spanks with the paddle. Emma’s ass is burning from the punishment, but the redness of her face is the realization that she is dripping strings of cum on her dress and Donald’s pants.
After he is finished spanking her, he lays the paddle aside, unzips her dress, undoes her bra and rubs her bare back as she continues to sob, saying over and over how sorry she is for what she did.
He sits her up on his lap and lifts her dress off her, and her panties down and off. He continues to pat her back as she cries into his chest, clinging to his neck.
“Please, sir, don’t send me away, don’t be so mad at me that you do not want me here anymore,” Emma bawls into his neck.
Now, Donald has no intention of banishing his Emma again. That first week was so hard on them both. He understands how the temptation got the better of her today, he has had his mons hair trimmed in the past and knows the feel of the warm breath of the clipper against your most personal area.
But perhaps Emma needs to worry about if there will be more to her punishment for a while. He tells her, “Emma, we will not talk about that now, instead I am going to put you to bed without dinner.”
He goes to the dresser and brings out a baby doll nightie. He has never made her wear anything to bed before. He puts it on her, along with the puffy frilly panties that go with it. She does look like his bad little now.
He tucks her into bed and tells her to go to sleep, she will be sleeping by herself tonight. He closes the drape as it is only a little after five now and still light out. He turns the lights in the room out and firmly shuts the door.
Emma is engulfed in darkness. Alone.
As she lays crying in the bed, this is more of a punishment than the spanking or corner time. She hates that he has removed himself so from her. She begins to think back to how this all happened between Donald and her.
It was March 13th, a Tuesday night, when she went to the lecture and first laid eyes on Professor Donald Ryan. It took her to that Friday to build up the nerve to email him the first time.
Then for a month, they exchanged messages, he had her do things to open her horizons more, begin to feel a little more confident. It was another Tuesday, April 24h when she sent him her confession about her sexual experience, none, which was followed by that dreadful week when she did not hear back from him until the next Tuesday, May 1st when he invited her to come to him.
She suddenly realizes that the night of their first meeting here was May 4th, her parents’ wedding anniversary. How fitting it all seems that it was then that he began to awaken this fire in her.
But then there was the week of banishment for her misbehaving. Emma hopes he does not make her go through that again for what happened today, now three weeks later, the end of May. Memorial Day weekend. Oh, she so did not want to be alone over the holiday.
So much has happened in such a short time. It is only twenty-two days since she first came and stood before him. But after these last two weeks of being so together, she does not want to be sent away now.
Exhausted from her crying and worrying she falls to sleep. Alone.
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E042: A day jaunt
Posted:Dec 27, 2018 7:06 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 2:42 pm
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Though it really is early when all this happens, Emma and Donald fall into a deep sleep, neither waking until Thursday morning. The whole night they are wrapped in each other’s arms.
Donald wakes first, and as he holds Emma, he realizes he must do something special for her today. All the pearls have been earned, with such acceptance, and her statement last night after all that they had done.
He really has nothing pressing to do today and knows Emma has no meetings or obligations really. So, he starts to plan. Yes, that will be a perfect day for them.
Emma stirs and reaches up to him. He kisses her and tells her, “Sleepyhead, go and get started, I have our whole day planned for us.”
Emma smiles and kisses him back and hurries to start her morning ritual
Today, he dresses her in pretty pink underwear, having her boobs blossoming for him, a khaki short skirt, a skimpy pink top, and just some slip-on sneakers. No stockings for what is ahead today.
He then presents her with the pearl she so earned yesterday. She just smiles in gratification.
They have a nice breakfast, sharing the plate of scrambled eggs and toast, him feeding her as she adores. And no plugs this morning at the table. Not after yesterday.
Then he tells her the plan for the day.
“Emma, the weather is getting better and the forecast is for a very mild, sunny day. I thought it would be fun to take my jeep out for a cross-country ride to someplace where we could have a picnic. Karen has made a basket for us. Would you like that?” Donald asks.
“Oh, sir, that sounds like a perfect day. Yes, I would so like to do that,” Emma replies.
‘Yes, today would be special for them,’ Donald thinks. Then he ponders why he wants such a day.
This never happened with anyone before, even in his concern if Emma was ready for the next step last night. He is in such conflict with himself, but when he looks at Emma it all dissolves and he only wants to share pleasures with her.
He gets the picnic basket and steers her to the jeep in the garage. The day seems fine enough that he pulls the roof cover down to the back. He puts the basket in the back and helps Emma in, with a little spank to her ass. She giggles at that.
He pulls out from the garage and heads east towards a nearby lake region.
“Emma, I want to know, what did you feel from the pot yesterday? Did you enjoy that experience?” he asks her as he drives.
“It was different and took me to a somewhat surreal place, which when we did what we did seemed to intensify the feelings. I did rather enjoy how it made me feel. I had never gotten high before that way,” Emma tells him with complete honesty.
“Would you like to again today?” Donald replies.
“That might be fun, it takes me to a higher plateau faster than drinking does, so I am not sure how much I should indulge. I truly liked the feeling, but it came over me rather quickly, unlike when we have some drinks,” she responds.
“Well, we will have to see what it takes to get you to a good place where you can truly loosen yourself and enjoy. Though I do have to say, you usually loosen rather readily from the start, stimulant or not,” Donald chuckles.
The ride in the jeep, bumping along on the road, with Emma’s ass still a little tender, and herself starting to drip in anticipation, is increasing her level of arousal. And when Donald turns off the main road and begins to drive down a dirt road the impact on her surges even more.
Donald hears her heavy breathing and wonders. He moves his hand to her thigh, up it, under her short skirt and arrives at her love spot. Even outside her panties, as he rubs her a little, he can feel her moisture dripping from her.
Emma moans at his touch. Gasping and clenching her hands as she feels him rubbing up and down her slit. Even through her panties, it is exquisite.
Seeing her reaction, Donald continues to rub, finding her clit through the panties to polish on it. Emma screams out in excitement as she climaxes so suddenly. Donald slows and then removes his fingers as she pants with after-excitement.
And the bumpy road they are going over only increases her excitement again. Even without his fingers on her, she suddenly cries out again in orgasm.
Donald, his hands on the wheel driving just smiles at what sensual individual Emma is becoming. To be able to cum so easily now, and letting herself succumb to such delights, never could he ever imagine such a metamorphosis from the little caterpillar that he invited to his house such a short time ago.
Bumping along this back road, Emma continued to moan now and then as waves washed over her. Finally, they reach a place at the lake where it is a private and secluded. Donald gets out of the jeep tells her to wait there for now.
She is needing to calm a little after that eventful ride. The jeep is just enough in the sun right now that the warm rays flow over her, not making her too hot, but just comforting her in the now nice day.
He takes a blanket as spreads it on the ground near the water. The sun is shining there nicely. Then the picnic basket is taken. Finally, when all is prepared, Donald comes back to the jeep and helps Emma from it. His gentle touch and caring concern for her, his precious gem, is wonderful.
At the blanket, they sit, and he brings out a bottle of wine. They are now loving to sip on some together so much. Then some cheese and crackers, fruit and nuts. They feed each other bites of each just enjoying this quiet interlude together.
The sun is shining down on them, not too hot yet, but giving them a warm glow together.
Donald lights a joint for them to share, and again they do the shotgun to each other with each toke they take. Emma feels herself moving to a wonderful happy plane. Donald is feeling the same.
Emma’s hands have been all over his thighs and higher from the start. Her overarousal in the jeep makes her want to ravish Donald from the moment they hit the blanket.
He is only wearing khaki shorts and a polo shirt, so it was easy for her to work her fingers up to his cock and balls. And discovering that today he is going commando just increase her lust for him.
Yes, Donald is hard, and his Emma so much. The level they are both in at this moment is undeniable. He presses Emma against the blanket, pulls her panties from her, opens and drops his shorts, and before one, two, three, he is in her and fucking her hard.
Both are in animal heat for each other. There is no other way to describe what is happening right now.
Emma’s legs are lifted over Donald’s shoulders as he pumps and pumps into her over and over. Both are gasping and panting at each thrust. Emma is clenching against Donald with each thrust and whining as he presses harder and harder into her.
Then he slows, he realizes he wants this level they are both at to continue as long as they both can. Almost at the climax, that wonderful state just before it. Emma feels him starting to go in and out of her slower, and relishes that feeling he is bringing to her.
She moves her legs to grasp around his waist as he slowly presses in and out of her, enjoying each clench her vagina makes as he is in her. At one point he actually stops for a few minutes, deep in her to allow her to clench against his cock as he lays in her.
She just smiles at him when he did. It is almost like he does not want this feeling to end. No, not yet. So, he rolls over so now Emma is on top of him as he presses, staying in her.
Emma sits up some to relish him so totally in her as she feels herself spasming over and over against his cock. She just giggles at this wonderful sensation. She looks deep in Donald’s eyes, and he understands that they are both in this wonderful, perhaps drug-induced, place between them right now.
No, he must not cum, he must stay hard in her as she throbs against him. Both so standing on the cusp of total nirvana but not ready to go there yet. This is actually better between them.
Donald’s clinical mind wants to register all of this, this new experience of sexual satisfaction, but his new lust, , whatever it is of experiencing all of this with Emma brushes that aside. Perhaps he will remember this enough to report, but this is just, something he has never experienced before with anyone.
They just hold this place together for almost a half hour. Staring into each other’s eyes and realizing what a new plane of sexual experience they have just found together.
But then, Donald does feel the sperm welling up in him, to be released. Into Emma. She seems to know and just leans down and kisses him and whispers to let it go.
He explodes. More than he thinks he ever has. He feels so drained but so good.
Emma lifts herself off him and like a miracle is all he can think, lowers herself and begins to lick and suck their combined cum from his cock and balls.
What is this woman, this goddess of love he has created? He moans over and over in gratification.
Finished, she comes and lays her head on his chest, and they both fall asleep. The warmth of the sun on them now.
Waking about an hour later, Donald thinks about how much he and Emma just fuck in different ways and sleep together. Yes, they separate and do what they must, but together it is a sexual high and then needing rest. But in a way he realizes, that is probably the best way to be together.
He enjoys his conversations with her too, and what she shares about her life. He feels a bit guilty that he doesn’t really tell her much about himself. Perhaps he should begin to more. It would be the first time he ever really opened up to someone, so he is a bit hesitant.
Emma wakes, and yawns, the sun is now beating down a bit and she feels it. She looks at the lake and gets a wicked thought. “Donald, no one is around right? I feeling rather warm now. Could we take a dip in the lake?”
She lifts her blouse over her head, takes her bra off and then stands and drops her skirt to the ground. She stretches and relishes the realization she is standing fully naked outdoors. Two months ago, she would never dream of ever doing any such thing, but now it just feels right.
Donald just laughs at her as he finishes taking his pants and shirt off. He takes her hand and they run the short distance to the edge of the lake.
“Let me go in first to make sure this is a good place and not too deep to start,” Donald tells Emma. He steps into the water which is waist deep and helps her to come in with him.
The walk a few steps out and the water is up to their chests. It is a bit chilly but invigorating. He grabs Emma’s ass and pulls her to him and begins to kiss her. Her hands fall to his cock and begin to pull and jerk it. The shaft somewhat shrunken from the cool water comes to life quickly with her attention.
Donald rubs and sucks Emma’s tits as she plays with him, arousing him even more. When he is fully alive and ready, he lifts Emma up to hold her. She understands immediately and wraps her legs around his waist and slides down on his prick.
Being this deep in the water makes Emma almost weightless to hold, and it is easy for him to lift her up and down on his cock as they fuck. He is only worried he might fall over, but he spreads his legs apart to have a firmer stance in the muddy pond bottom.
He can lift her up high enough to suck on a nipple before lowering her down, so he is fully up in her. The wetness of the water and Emma makes this new the experience vibrant. They go on and on, as again Emma begins to tighten around him more and more with each stroke.
She begins a deep moaning which he joins in with as the excitement mounts in them both more and more. They both are almost to the peak when Emma swings her head and back away from him cries out, “Yes, Donald, yes, oh, oh, yes, you are making me cum.”
Donald holds her back as she is falling so far back as she cums to be floating on the water while he is still inside her. Seeing her flushed wet body gleaming at him takes him over the top too, and cums hard and deep in her.
Emma moans as another wave washes over her as she feels his sperm filling her. After a moment for them both to recover, Donald lifts her back up and off him. She kisses him and then dives into the water and swims out a bit. He follows right behind her, watching her ass rise and fall as she kicks her legs swimming.
They don’t go out too far, just enough that the water is so deep they must tread in place as they stay there for a while before again swimming to the shore.
Climbing out of the water they hurry to their blanket and wrap themselves in it. Donald takes out a bottle of scotch and pours them each some to help them to warm up. The sun shining down on them also aids this along and soon they are dry and just snuggling some.
Donald goes to the jeep and brings back a brush and begins to stroke Emma’s hair with it to dry. He is slow and gentle as he does this, and both enjoy this moment of intimacy together. She takes the brush from him and combs his hair back in place too.
Really hungry now, they dive into the sandwiches which were made for them and eat more of the cheese and fruit. They chat amicably with each other about how they both first learned to swim and where. How they both enjoy the water so much, and even more now having learned a new way of having fun in it.
Donald realizes this is the first details of his life he is sharing, and a warmth, not from the sun spreads over him.
Finishing, Emma just leans on Donald’s shoulder for a while, stroking his arms and thighs. Donald thinks back about the fun in the water and realizes that in her passion Emma called out his name for the first time.
Never has she called him Donald before, only Sir, or Professor Ryan. He smiles as he in his head remembers her calling out to him by name at that moment. He kisses the top of her head and tells her that it is probably time to dress and head home.
Emma just smiles at him loving him calling it ‘home’ as it is their shared home once again.
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E041: Pearl Twenty-three
Posted:Dec 27, 2018 7:04 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 2:42 pm
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Donald leaves the room but is back in moments with a bottle of wine and glasses.
“Emma, I want you to be totally relaxed for us to do this for the first time,” he tells her as he hands her a glass of wine.
“Perhaps, something more than wine would be helpful,” he continues. He opens a drawer and pulls out an ashtray, lighter and a rolled joint.
Emma has never, ever, even considered using drugs, even if it is just marijuana and now actually legal in the state. But the new side of her is suddenly curious about it and just stares as Donald lights it and takes a puff.
He hands it to Emma and tells her to draw in slowly as much as she can. He knows Emma has never smoked anything in her life, so her first puff might bring on coughs, so he takes her glass from her as she lifts the joint to her lips.
As expected, Emma does cough a bit on the first puff, but she then takes another and hold it in her throat for seconds before letting it out. She smiles as she hands the joint back to Donald.
He chuckles at her, and after he draws a great deal in himself, he leans to Emma and kissing her, shotguns the smoke into her. She giggles as she realizes what is happening. They finish the joint, between sips of wine, in this way. One would draw the smoke in, then lean to the other to share as they kiss.
After the joint is finished, they lean back against the headboard sipping the rest of their wine, close together as the joint and wine relaxes them both completely.
Emma’s fingers easily find their way to Donald’s cock and she caresses it and his balls, jerking him some as he hardens more and more. He can tell by her touch that she is ready, and . But he needs to be sure.
Suddenly, while this is what needs to happen, he does not want to take her someplace she is not ready to go. ‘What is coming over him?’
“Emma are you sure you are ready to experience this?” he asks her with concern.
“Oh yes sir, if you think I , I sure this is the right time,” she replies humbly. Then leans and kisses him deeply to let him know she is accepting of all this.
“Well, then, perhaps it is time for you to first learn how to put a condom on me. When we do this, I do want to be very safe for you,” Donald says as he brings out a condom.
He hands it to her to open the package.
She watched when he put one on the paddle when he had used it on her at the hotel, so she knows basically what to do. She takes the condom out and moves the tip of the condom to his hard glans. She slowly rolls it down over his shaft covering him fully.
Donald reaches for some lubricant and hands it to her to cover the head of the condom. After she does, he tells her to roll on her stomach and lift her ass up. She does as he instructs.
She feels him adding more lube to her back hole and pressing some up in her a bit. Just his fingers up in her feel so nice. Then she fills his other hand’s fingers running up and down her slit, feeling her wetness, giving away how hot she is right now. He plays up in her cunt for a bit and then begins to rub her clit to marble condition. She moans in pleasure.
It is only when she is fully aroused, almost on the cusp, does he start to press into her ass. She feels the head of his cock enter her and pause for her to adjust to this new entry. He is larger than any of the plugs or even the paddle, so this takes a moment to adjust to.
He rubs her clit as he presses in a little more.
After he is in about three inches, he begins the in and out thrust, each time moving in a bit further. Her moans and whimpers he recognizes as sounds of her enjoyment.
Donald himself is more than enjoying this too. To feel himself up in her in this the most intimate way possible. He presses more and more into her with each of her moans. He moves his fingers from her clit to push up into her vag to feel himself in her against the walls.
Emma cries out and begins to clinch both with her vagina and her anus against his fingers and cock. “Oh, yes, oh yes, oh,” escapes her lips.
Her body trembles as shocks run through her whole body from this wonderful assault of her. Never could she have imagined this would make her feel so alive, so on fire. Her back arches as she clenches doubly on Donald and howls out her pleasure.
Donald, so close to the cusp himself, feeling her so powerfully against him, thrusts in and out over her faster and harder until he too cums. He feels his sperm against his cock inside the condom and this gives him some added pleasure too.
He slowly pulls out of Emma, and rolls to her side, pulling her to him.
“Emma, you have given me each of your precious cherries. To be the first for you is such a privilege you have honored me with. Thank you, my dear,” Donald whispers in her ear.
She turns to face him, and replies, “Sir, you are who has done so much for me, opening all these new and exciting doors. It is I who should be thanking you. That was wonderful, as has everything that you are teaching me. I love you for all of this.”
And then Emma blushes deeply realizing the feelings she has just revealed, not knowing what Donald’s feelings for her really are.
Donald pulls her into his arms, and she just presses her head against his chest, taking in his wonderful scent as tears come to her eyes.
He did not have to say anything. She is his, to do with her as he wishes. She is now so tied to him, just as her arms are wrapped so around his neck.
Donald can feel her rapid breathing and her quiet sobs. He knows he should just let her unwind now. Between the pot, the sex, and even the wine, her emotions are on overdrive.
But he is also breathing rather deeply as he absorbs her last words. ‘I love you for all this.’ He cannot bring himself to say it in return, but he does wonder what these feeling rushing through him more and more about Emma might be.
Is this what love really is?
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E040: Pearl Twenty-two
Posted:Dec 27, 2018 7:02 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 2:42 pm
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Donald and Emma spend the evening cuddling on the couch, watching an adult film which covers a lot of what they have been doing together as Emma earns her pearls. They munch on the pizza, both now naked again under the afghan, and sip on wine. It is just a nice evening together for them.
Around eleven Donald lifts Emma into his arms and carries her to her bed. They continue to cuddle as they sleep through the night. In the morning, tanning and massage, Karen showing the magic of her fingers on Emma today. Emma is getting quite used to this daily attention.
After their morning shower and Donald dressing her and getting her ready, they part for the day. Standing by her car, as he says goodbye to her, Donald tells her that there is something special ahead for this afternoon. He tells her to have an early good lunch and he will see her at four in the bedroom.
Emma wonders as she drives to her meetings what Donald has planned today. Yesterday was unusual, though exciting, and now something else ahead.
At ten he texts her and tells her to go to the women’s room and open her purse. She does as she is told during the meeting break.
She opens her purse and sees there is a small sack bag in it. She goes to a stall and opens it. There are a rather large plug and a small tube of lube. She doesn’t have to read the accompanying note to know what she must do.
Squatting on the toilet, her panties at her ankles and her legs spread, she puts some lubricant on the plug, leans forward and presses it up in her. She moans quietly at the sensation. When firmly in place, she pulls her panties back up and stands.
She really hasn’t walked around a lot with a plug in her, and the feeling running through her as she feels it press into her as she does arouse her some.
She returns to the meeting and for the next two hours, she wiggles in her seat from time to time to enjoy the awareness of it rubbing on the sides of her anus. Others in the meeting see the small smile playing on her lips and think she is in favor of what is being discussed.
When the meeting breaks, she hurries and gets herself some lunch and then on to her next meeting. All the time enjoying the thrill of it up in her.
Four o’clock cannot get there soon enough. She is loving the phenomenon of this stretching her, opening her, readying her for something to come. She imagines what is perhaps ahead and wonders if she will enjoy that act as much as she has everything which has happened so far.
She is a little nervous about doing this too, just the idea of it, but she does enjoy the plugs a great deal.
She arrives at the bedroom and undresses leaving her clothes on the couch as she usually does. Karen or Julie will come later and wash and put them away like always.
She goes to stand by the bed, but Donald calls her from the bathroom to coming in there.
Donald is waiting for her, sitting on the stool by the toilet, with a towel over his lap, otherwise naked, except for rubber gloves. There is a full enema bag hanging next to the toilet. Emma looks a little concerned at what she sees.
“Emma, it is time for you to learn how to clean yourself to prepare for us fucking in a new way today,” Donald explains.
She feels the shivers running through her as she realizes that what she had been thinking is going to happen today.
‘Is she ready for this further act?’
She goes to stand by him. He tells her to first sit on the toilet, then leans over his lap. She does as he instructs.
He carefully removes the plug from her. She moans at its release. It has been six hours she has had it in her, the longest ever. Donald massages her asshole some to help her relax. Then he puts a little lubricant up in her a bit, and then covers the nozzle with some too.
“Now, Emma, tell me if it starts to feel like too much up in you. I want to fully clean you, so the more you can hold the better.”
Emma just nods her head in reply.
Donald undoes the clamp and she starts to feel the warm water solution rushing up in her. It feels like so much fluid as it fills her anus. Up, up it goes into her. She wiggles a little at what is happening but stays firmly on Donald’s lap.
She does feel rather full when the bag is empty. Donald removes the nozzle and tells her just to lay still for as long as she can. Fifteen minutes if she can will be the best. She looks at the clock he has placed in the bathroom for her and sees the time. Four-fifteen.
“Yes, sir, I will try,” she tells him.
She lays over his lap, like when he spanks her, but this is such a different thing right now. And all she can think about is that before the day is over, his prick is going to be up in her ass for the first time.
This starts her to become aroused and she feels herself start to drip on the towel, as her anus is so to burst. ‘What is this strange spell Donald can cast over her to make her get such enjoyment from out-of-the-norm things?’
She watches the minutes tick by and at twelve minutes she things she is going to explode. “Sir,” she just says. And he helps her to sit up on the toilet.
He leaves the bathroom which she appreciates and all her waste and the water flood out of her. It is almost twenty minutes until she feels herself calm from this. She is a little worn out from the excursion but the feeling of being emptied is rather enjoyable too.
She calls to Donald as she flushes the toilet.
He comes back in and helps her to the shower where he washes her fully, everywhere, even up in her with the cloth a bit. She moans with pleasure at each of his touches. And while she wants to wash him in return, he tells her no.
He takes her to her bed, and puts her in it, telling her that she needs to nap now for a bit, as he knows that sometimes an enema, especially for the first time. takes a bit out of people. She just nods and realizes she is a bit sleepy.
He leaves her in the darkened room, but she can hear him cleaning things away in the bathroom as she nods off.
She wakes about an hour later, it is now after six o’clock. She feels Donald’s arm around her, and smile in the realization that he has come and laid with her while she slept. She rolls to face him and kisses him.
“Are you ready to do this to me now?” Emma asks him.
“In just a bit, first, you need to have your next pearl for enduring the plug for so much today, and taking the enema so well,” Donald tells her as he reaches for another pearl, and they attach the twenty-second pearl to her necklace.
When back clipped on her neck Donald pulls on the gold heart link at the center of her necklace. She gasps in pleasure, realizing that yes, she is his completely for him to do with as he wishes.
All is in place.
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E039: Pearl Twenty-one
Posted:Dec 27, 2018 6:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 2:42 pm
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Many things run through Donald’s mind as he holds Emma close to him in bed. What he plans for Emma to experience and come to want and expect might not be best with his changing feelings for her. Or does she need to be taken down these paths for her own benefit? Finally, he falls into a fitful sleep after he decides that he will continue down the planned route, and hope that it all works as it should.
Tuesday morning ritual complete, Emma tells him that she should go to her house for a bit today to arrange for the painters and to sort out more things. Donald knows he has work to do and papers to grade agrees with the plan, but tells her to be back, in the living room waiting for him at three o’clock.
Emma is surprised that it is an hour earlier but is overjoyed that he wants her back sooner.
She hurries through her tasks for the day, wondering all the time what new thing Donald has planned for her today. She still is curious about what is in the other bag from the paddle store, as she thinks of it, and ponders if that will be part of what is ahead.
Donald finishes his write-up and grading in a swift manner also, so he can plan out exactly what will happen. He makes sure everything is arranged and tells Julie what to have heating for their dinner, but that she and Karen should be out of the house by two-thirty.
All is ready.
Back in his den, he hears Emma enter the house just before three o’clock. He follows her movements as she goes to her room and undresses, brushes her hair some, and then goes to stand on her spot in the living room, her hands behind her head.
He waits for five minutes to allow her to tremble in anticipation before he goes to greet her. He is naked also for what is ahead.
He kisses her briefly and runs his finger up and down her slit enjoying how wet she is just waiting for him. Her soft sigh of contentment as he does lets him know she is primed.
“Emma, today we are going to visit a special place I have, and we will work you out there some and allow you to experience some of the delights available there,” Donald tells her as he takes her hand and leads her to a door in the hallway.
He opens it and she realizes that it is stairs to the basement. He has her walk down them in front of him, with his hand again on her ass cheek. At the bottom of the steps, she must turn to see into the finished room. There is a mirror opposite her so Donald can see the look on her face as she gazes over the basement.
It is a mixture of awe and incomprehension on her face as she sees what is in front of her.
The room is aglow in candlelight. There are ones lite all around the room giving off a soft radiance, enough to see everything by, but not in the harshness of bright light. Making it all seem dreamlike.
On one side, under the mirror displaying her, is a large bed, with cuffs on the head and foot boards. The sheet that is covering it is rubber.
In the center of the room is this large, maybe nine feet across, wheel type thing hanging from the ceiling with a chain with cuffs handing from it. On another wall is what is more or less a rack with handcuffs, and a bar type thing with ankle cuffs at the bottom. There is an open closet which has many vibrators, dusters, paddles and more in it. There is a higher stool next to the center ring with the package from the store sitting on it.
It is a playroom, but a very different kind of one Emma realizes. She is not worried, that much, as she knows Donald will never do anything more to her than she can handle, but just looking at the possibilities makes her shudder.
After yesterday and the peaks, they both reached, this seems like a very different diversion for them to undertake today.
Donald pushes her to enter the room, she looks over her shoulder at him and he just smiles at her. “Emma, I am sure you are going to come to enjoy this too,” is all he says.
He leads her to the center ring and has her raise her arms as he puts the leather cuffs on her. She must stand on her tiptoes to do so. He tells her to hold on to the leather handles near her hands to keep her grip. Being held so taut on her toes makes her muscles stretch in a new way.
Donald picks up the bag and sits on the stool as he opens the package. From it, he pulls a leather crop. The small couple inch paddle at the end he flaps through the air a few times.
“Emma, I realize that you need to get some exercise from time to time to stay in shape. So, we are going to start a program for you today. First, you are going to run around this ring for a while. To give you the incentive to keep up your speed I will help you along with this,” Donald tells her as he slaps the crop against the side of the stool.
Emma is mesmerized by what is being suggested. And to run on her toes?
“Let’s begin now Emma.”
She turns to face forward and begins to hurry, as fast as she can, around the circle. Her hands suspended above her, on her toes, it is not that fast of a go, but she feels her muscles stretch more as she does.
She passes Donald for the first time and she feels the slap of the crop quickly on each cheek. She lets out a groan as she feels the sting.
Around again and it is both of her tights which are struck. Donald tells her to lift her legs more as she runs to get the full workout. She tries to comply but finds herself off the ground almost doing so. But she continues, round and round the ring and feeling each swat as she passes Donald.
“A little faster if you can,” Donald presses her on.
She is dripping with perspiration from this exertion, but she is beginning to enjoy the spanks of the crop on her ass and thighs at each passing. Then Donald slaps her pussy with the crop as she passes him the next time and she jumps and cries out from the sudden assault.
But before she is halfway around the ring the warm glow she feels from it makes her hope he does it again. And he does. This is where she is spanked for the next ten or so rounds. Her cunt is on fire and she feels herself dripping down her thighs from the treatment.
She is panting hard now, she must have made over fifty turns around the circle, but Donald presses her on. She goes around again, now him switching where he strikes from her cheeks to her thighs, to her pussy and mons. She starts to slow some now in exhaustion, but she keeps going.
Her ankles and arches are strained from their position, but she will not give up. When she comes to Donald on the stool the next time, he puts his arm out to stop her and stands and releases her from the suspension cuffs. He holds on to her as she steadies herself on her feet again, kissing her head and telling her what a good girl she is.
Her ass and cunt are burning, but it is such a good burn to her. She holds on to Donald with her arms around his neck and thanks him for such a good work out.
“We will try to make sure we do this at least once a week to keep your muscles loose,” he tells her.
He lifts and carries her to the bed with the rubber sheet. He lays her on her stomach and goes and brings warm oil which he drips down her back, over her rosy cheeks and thighs and begins to massage it in. Emma just sighs at his sweet caresses on her now.
His oiled covered fingers reach between her legs and begin to run in on her sore mons and cunt making her gasp with pleasure.
“Does this feel good Emma?” he asks her.
“Oh, yes, sir, it does, thank you for your kind attention,” she replies.
Her subservience is so delightful for Donald to hear.
He finishes rubbing the oil in all over her back and tells her to turn over, and he does the same on her front. Starting at her neck, down her arms, then slowly, so slowly over her breasts, massaging the oil into to her nipples and areola. The warm oil is so welcoming to Emma.
His gentle touch is almost as good as when Sasha rubs her. ‘Wait, she likes the touch of Sasha doing it more?’ This confuses Emma a little, she does like both their touch, but Sasha’s fingers are so much softer and tender in a way. Whatever, she loves the attention from both. Emma just moans some as Donald continues down her body.
And when he finally, after finishing both legs, spreads her thighs and drips the warm oil up and down her slit and then, then, his fingers playing her so well there. She feels them slide into her, and press against her now discovered g-spot and she lets out such a cry of joy.
Donald does not play her there long today, there are other things for her to discover.
He turns and picks up a wicker candle from the table by the bed and lights it from the candle burning there. He lets it catch its flame and then turns to Emma with it.
“These are special candles, to provide you pleasure, which I hope you will enjoy,” Donald tells her, as he holds it over her breasts and turns it so the wax drips down on Emma’s nipple.
The warmth of the wax hitting her sends a rush through her. Oh my.
He moves it to her other nipple and drips a ring around its areola too. Then a final drip just on the tip of her nipple. A gasp of excitement escape Emma’s lips.
Donald lets the candle drip down from between her breast to her navel, which he fills with the warm wax. Emma is wiggling with enthusiasm.
Then over her mons, she feels the wax covering her short-cropped hair, and it feels so sweet and wonderful.
Then he spreads her lower lips, as her legs instinctively spread. And he allows the wax to drip up and down her slit. The feeling is overwhelming for Emma and she arches her back and comes from all that has been building up in her since they have entered the basement. Her cries of exhilaration are loud and full.
Oh’s and yeses just flow from her lips.
Donald is getting excited himself from all this and allows a little wax to drip on the tip of his glans to share this feeling.
His glans covered in wax, he climbs between Emma’s legs and presses himself into her, the wax on both cracking a little from the thrust. Both semi-covered in wax they moan in unison with the pleasure of him being inside her once again.
Donald increases the speed and is pressing into her more and more, Emma responses by clutching against him with each thrust. The throbbing desire both are feeling as they consummate this act of yearning is overwhelming them. Panting and moaning from both in harmony echoes in the basement.
Donald cannot hold back any longer and fills Emma with his sperm. She cries out in pleasure as she feels herself being the vessel of his wanting. They cling to each other in mutual satisfaction.
Donald lowers his lips and sucks the wax off both of her nipples now. Then works his way down over her stomach and licks the wax from her navel. Down and down he goes nibbling away at the wax he left on her mons, then, oh then, the licks their mingled juices from her slit and cunt. It is like an elixir to him.
Emma moans and whimpers from this lovely attention being paid to her. Her ass is still warm from the crop’s attention, as is her pussy, but the wonderfulness of Donald’s tongue now there takes it all away.
When he feels she has been thoroughly cleaned, and he is full of her juices, he sits up and pulls Emma up beside him. “Emma are you up for a little more?” he asks her.
“Whatever you feel I should have or do sir, I am willing,” she replies.
This woman, so willing and eager even to explore new and strange things.
He walks her to the rack on the wall, her back to it, he lifts her arms and attaches the cuffs to them. Then kneeling at her legs, he spreads them and cuffs them, with the spreader bar attached. Her legs are wide apart now, she is an “x” on the rack.
Emma wonders what he will do to her in this position. But she does not have long to wait.
First Donald brings a feather duster and begins to run it up and down her body, spending the time to make her tingle where it most counts. The feeling is exquisite. She moans with the pleasure it is giving her. With this simple act of dusting her, Donald is taking her to the cusp again. She feels her whole body is on pins and needles with the charges running through her.
She cries out in desire as she arches her back and cums.
Donald slows his ‘dusting’ of her, so she can recover from that sudden explosion in her. Then he puts the duster away and brings the crop back. Slowly working his way all over her front body, he begins to slap it over and over. At her chest, he turns her breast a rosy shade, and the nipples almost violet from the slaps against them.
Down her stomach reddening it fully, and then her mons which he spanks over and over with the crop. And her legs so spread with the bar he can slap and spank her inner thighs over and over before paying attention to her clit and cunt.
Emma moans, sighs and cries out as each strike is felt. But it is a wonderful release of all her penned-up cravings.
Donald works all the way down her legs then, spanking over and over with the small headed crop to make her so rosy for him. All Emma is able to do is say “Thank you” over and over to him as he does. ‘Why does this so pleasure her?’ they both think.
After he has finished with the crop and she is rosy from head to feet, he puts the crop away and sits in the armchair which is across from the rack. Emma is starting to tire from her legs pulled so far apart by the bar, and her arms cuffed above her, but she will not complain or ask for a release. Her Donald will let her loose when the time is right.
But he makes her stay chained to the rack for over a half hour as he just looks at her with lust in his eyes. He can see that she is dripping again, her cunt and mons now glittering with her juices. Some run down her thigh a bit which watching happen makes him hard.
Emma just stares at him in the chair. A small smile on her lips as she sees him starting to harden.
‘Oh, please sir, put that back into me again for me to feel your lust and I can pleasure you,’ Emma thinks as she watches.
When the half hour ends, Donald comes up to her and undoes the cuffs, first from her legs, then her wrists. He lifts her up and she swings her legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock just brushing her slit.
He carries her to the bed and drops her on it as he falls between her legs and enters her. All in a matter of seconds they are comingling again. Feeling his hard cock up in her fully is euphoric. Emma is throbbing so much the clenching against Donald’s cock is mesmerizing. He presses into her over and over to feel her clench.
It is too soon, but just in time, when they both cum so hard once again.
Emma flings her arms around Donald’s neck and just kisses him fiercely. And he in his own lust returns the kisses in kind.
They fall together into a dreamlike state of bewilderment. Clinging together they fall to sleep. Both exhausted from all that has happened in the last few hours. It is over an hour later that they awake together. Just smiling stupidly at each other.
The candles are almost all burned out, but there is still a hazy glow through the room.
“I think dinner is probably ruined now,” Donald tells Emma stroking hair. “How would you feel about us just ordering a pizza instead?”
“That would be wonderful sir,” Emma replies obediently.
He heads her to the stairs, blowing out the last of the candles as they go. He turns the stair light on and guides her upstairs.
There, first they go to the kitchen and Donald takes the overcooked casserole out of the oven. He calls and orders a pizza, then opens a bottle of wine which they take to the living room. He throws an afghan over Emma and goes and puts a shirt and shorts on to answer the door.
While they wait for the delivery, Donald undoes Emma’s necklace, and her twenty-first pearl is added.
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E038: Donald returns the favor
Posted:Dec 21, 2018 4:22 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 2:42 pm
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After Donald recovered from the extraordinary experience for the first time he just had, he knew somehow, he must repay Emma for what she did for him. Especially as he knows he will want her to do this again, and again, from time to time for him.
He decides to start with taking her out for a wonderful dinner to celebrate this latest accomplishment of hers. She continues to blow his mind about how after so many of being repressed, when she finally opens to the sexual world, she is like a fish to water.
He chooses black lingerie and stockings, high heel shoes, and a black dress which is quite low in the front and back, showing off her radiance to the fullest. Emma blushes some as she sees herself in the mirror as he fixes her makeup and hair.
She worries a little about how revealing this dress is and if she gets reactions will Donald get upset like he did on Saturday?
Oh well, if he does it just means another session with the new paddle she figures and decides to fully enjoy any attention she gets. Especially when she looks down and can see her tits perking over the top of the shelf bra he put on her.
Donald hurries to redress in his suit, and Emma straightens his tie for him. He gets a view down the front of her dress now too as she does and just smiles. Men, and women, are going to stare and lust for his Emma while they are out, but he knows she will be coming home with him, and what he plans hopefully will give her so much pleasure she will not ever think of another man.
Emma’s transfiguration in these weeks is so amazing. It is like the difference of Liza Doolittle when she came to Henry Higgins as the flower , and at the ball. She has so blossomed and developed a glow about her. Even though she does not really have a perfect body, she gives the allusion that she does. And her growing confidence in herself is what allows this to emulate from her.
Grasping that he wants to make the most spectacular unveiling of his new creation, yes, he fathoms that he is a bit Henry Higgins, he drapes a black cape of soft silk over her shoulders. He knows when she drops it off her, she will then display the low-cut front and back.
Even semi-hidden for the moment, the lustful glances she will soon receive will be so erotic for him.
He takes her to the Jaguar and helps her in. He tells her he does want to take her for a ride in the Jeep sometime soon, and the VW van, but dressed as she is tonight, he thinks this is the correct choice.
They drive to a five-star restaurant in a near-by city. He possessively leads her in with his hand on her ass. He loves to direct her this way, it gives him a total sense of ownership being displayed to the world.
For Emma, when they are out in public and he does it gives her mixed feelings. On the one hand she is embarrassed to be seen with someone’s hand on her ass, but in another, it does send a rush through her body feeling his warm hand there caressing her as he directs her where to go. It is almost better than if she had her hand on his arm, or they held hands. Something she realizes they have yet to do.
Looks are given as they are taken to their table, and when Donald takes her cape off and places it on the extra chair he smiles as he hears gasps from around the restaurant at Emma displayed beauty.
As said, Donald is a bit of a vain man, and to know his possessions are envied by others always makes him swell up. And now, Emma is his price jewel possession. Just so others just look and lust but do not touch.
After ordering drinks and an appetizer for them, Donald, as if he knew what Emma was thinking earlier, reaches across the table and takes her hand. He holds it so the back of her arm is up, and gently running the fingers of his other hand up and down from wrist to elbow. Emma sighs deeply at this wonderful touch.
“Emma, thank you for what you did for me this afternoon. You have made me a very happy man. I still feeling tingles from it,” Donald tells her looking deep into her eyes.
Sighing deeply from his touch, Emma replies, “I glad I was able to do it to your liking. Just let me know when you that release again and I will be glad to repeat it. It was so wonderful watching the gratification you were getting.”
“Or should I just surprise you from time to time?” she continues.
Donald chuckles and tells her, “That would be a delightful surprise for me, and I will tell you from time to time too when I desiring it again.”
They just smile happily together as the waitress brings their drinks. Donald is amused to see her gazing down Emma’s dress and the quiet sigh she gives as she sets the drinks down. ‘Well, I guess it is not just men I to worry about,’ Donald thinks.
Their dinner is enjoyable, and they just chat about different things. Halfway through their meal, the bank president suddenly stops at the table. He greets Emma saying how nice it is to see her. Emma introduces him to Donald, but he cannot take his eyes off her as she does.
She sees a younger woman standing behind him and ask who she is. The President reddens as he realizes how rude he is being to his date, but seeing Emma, like this, he is doing all he can not to let his developing hard-on show.
He introduces her, and Emma greets her warmly, while thinking to herself, that he did not waste anytime finding someone else to take to dinner after her declining. Little did the date realize but, though they have only been out a couple of times, when the President gets her home, he is going to fuck the life out of her, to her total enjoyment. Though not realizing that it is visions of Emma in his head as he does.
They say their goodbyes and leave with several backward gazes from the President at Emma’s bare back.
Donald is amused by it all and takes her hand again and squeezes it to let her know she handled herself exactly how he wants her too.
They leave and, in the ride, home, Donald holds her hand the whole way. This is something new for him, and he is not sure why he began doing this back in the restaurant. He never really held hands with anyone before, but when he took Emma’s hand in his tonight it just felt so wonderful and right. There is an intimacy in holding hands he never knew the sensuality of before.
This is one more thing Emma is teaching him. His former view of the clinical sexual acts and arousal are changing to realizing the feeling of tenderness and the longing simple act can bring to someone.
And in this new knowledge and feeling that go with this he feels himself start to stiffen.
Emma is lavishing in this sweet act between them, her heart swells as she feels his fingers caress her hand just quietly and softly. She leans her head back against the head rest and closes her eyes to just enjoy the seductive feelings running through her now.
Home, Donald takes her to her room and slowly undresses her. Kissing every part of her body as he does. Tonight, he cannot get enough of her. He goes to the bathroom and brings back her hairbrush, and holding her on his lap, just brushes her hair over and over. She whines in delight over this attention.
When he finishes, he carries her to the bed and lays her on it as he undresses quickly and haphazardly. He comes now and sits cross leg beside her, as she had earlier that day done for him.
Emma is laying on her back, and he lives her knees up and spreads her legs. She looks at him in wonder about what he has planned.
He runs his fingers up and down her already dripping slit, spreading her lips wide so he can get up in her easily. He slides two fingers up into her vag, and hooks them in her, much as she had done earlier to him in another place.
They search pressing up towards her stomach looking for that spot. Clinically, he has found it on other women to see their reaction, but tonight, with Emma, this is to give her a new kind of pleasure in his gratification to her.
Emma moans a little and then gasps. Yes, he has found it. Her g-spot. He presses against it again and she gasps again.
“Do you like that Emma?” he asks her.
“Oh, oh, oh,” is all Emma can reply as she nods her head vigorously.
He is pleased that he has found the spot to give her great pleasure. He tries to replicate the concert she had played for him alternating fingers, both together, then separate. Emma just moans and whimpers at each caress against her.
He moves his thumb to rub against her wet clit as he presses, and she shouts out in decadence. Donald see the deep blush coming over her face and neck, down to her breasts. He leans and takes one tit in his mouth and begins to suck her as he continues his pressure on her g-spot and clit.
Emma is trashing in throngs of bliss.
Donald does not let up as he wants to take her to a new summit for her in exchange for what she had given him. And as he moves to her other nipple he pauses for a minute, realizing this is the first time he has ever worried about giving a woman pleasure for pleasure’s sake.
Oh, in all his studies of subjects his goal was to teach them what ultimate pleasure was for them to go out and achieve it elsewhere, more fulfilled. But for to do it for someone as bringing them to a loving point of satisfaction, no never.
Emma is revering in this attention; her body is on fire and feels like electric shocks are running though her. Is this anything like what Donald felt earlier? If it is, she understood why he was so overcome.
She can’t help herself, but she begins to clench the side of her vag against his fingers and arches her back and lets out a cry of carnality. The orgasm coming over her is hard and strong she pants with the cascading waves flowing through her whole body.
Donald slows just a little and asks her if she wants him to continue so she can experience this once more.
Her face dripping and a glow over her whole body now, she tells him, “Yes, yes, yes”.
He returns to pressing against her, a little slower to start now as she gulps for air. Then when she is calmed some, he begins the crescendo again. Emma is loving every minute of this, and the attention Donald is paying her right now. Not concerned about his own needs, only to bring her pleasure.
It is not long until she cums again, actually twice, in quick succession. She is in a place she has never felt before, and the happiness of this feeling running over her is more than she thinks she can stand. Her whole body is damp from the exertion, and she feels every touch against her sending charges through her body.
Donald can tell she is sated now and needs time to compose. He lays beside her and just gently stokes her hair. Moving the damp hair away from her face.
Her breathing slowing finally, she turns to him and looking him deep in his eyes, tears in the corners of hers from the emotions overflowing her.
“Sir, Donald, thank you. I love you for all you are doing for and too me,” as Emma leans and kisses him then lays her head on his shoulder to calm herself more.
‘Loves him? Can it be?’ He never had anyone tell him they loved him before. Even his mother it was just implied, never said out loud. Someone who cares about him to say those words. Donald does not know how to respond. But he remembers thinking that term as he just gave pleasure to her with not expecting anything in return.
‘Is that what love is? Is he falling in love with Emma?’
He hears Emma softly snoring against him and realizes how exhausted she must be from all the event of the day. He pulls the covers up over them as he holds her tight and lays in the dark thinking about these things. Will they change what he has planned for her ahead? He wants her to experience them all, or does he?
After Donald recovered from the extraordinary experience for the first time he just had, he knew somehow, he must repay Emma for what she did for him. Especially as he knows he will want her to do this again, and again, from time to time for him.
He decides to start with taking her out for a wonderful dinner to celebrate this latest accomplishment of hers. She continues to blow his mind about how after so many of being repressed, when she finally opens to the sexual world, she is like a fish to water.
He chooses black lingerie and stockings, high heel shoes, and a black dress which is quite low in the front and back, showing off her radiance to the fullest. Emma blushes some as she sees herself in the mirror as he fixes her makeup and hair.
She worries a little about how revealing this dress is and if she gets reactions will Donald get upset like he did on Saturday?
Oh well, if he does it just means another session with the new paddle she figures and decides to fully enjoy any attention she gets. Especially when she looks down and can see her tits perking over the top of the shelf bra he put on her.
Donald hurries to redress in his suit, and Emma straightens his tie for him. He gets a view down the front of her dress now too as she does and just smiles. Men, and women, are going to stare and lust for his Emma while they are out, but he knows she will be coming home with him, and what he plans hopefully will give her so much pleasure she will not ever think of another man.
Emma’s transfiguration in these weeks is so amazing. It is like the difference of Liza Doolittle when she came to Henry Higgins as the flower , and at the ball. She has so blossomed and developed a glow about her. Even though she does not really have a perfect body, she gives the allusion that she does. And her growing confidence in herself is what allows this to emulate from her.
Grasping that he wants to make the most spectacular unveiling of his new creation, yes, he fathoms that he is a bit Henry Higgins, he drapes a black cape of soft silk over her shoulders. He knows when she drops it off her, she will then display the low-cut front and back.
Even semi-hidden for the moment, the lustful glances she will soon receive will be so erotic for him.
He takes her to the Jaguar and helps her in. He tells her he does want to take her for a ride in the Jeep sometime soon, and the VW van, but dressed as she is tonight, he thinks this is the correct choice.
They drive to a five-star restaurant in a near-by city. He possessively leads her in with his hand on her ass. He loves to direct her this way, it gives him a total sense of ownership being displayed to the world.
For Emma, when they are out in public and he does it gives her mixed feelings. On the one hand she is embarrassed to be seen with someone’s hand on her ass, but in another, it does send a rush through her body feeling his warm hand there caressing her as he directs her where to go. It is almost better than if she had her hand on his arm, or they held hands. Something she realizes they have yet to do.
Looks are given as they are taken to their table, and when Donald takes her cape off and places it on the extra chair he smiles as he hears gasps from around the restaurant at Emma displayed beauty.
As said, Donald is a bit of a vain man, and to know his possessions are envied by others always makes him swell up. And now, Emma is his price jewel possession. Just so others just look and lust but do not touch.
After ordering drinks and an appetizer for them, Donald, as if he knew what Emma was thinking earlier, reaches across the table and takes her hand. He holds it so the back of her arm is up, and gently running the fingers of his other hand up and down from wrist to elbow. Emma sighs deeply at this wonderful touch.
“Emma, thank you for what you did for me this afternoon. You have made me a very happy man. I still feeling tingles from it,” Donald tells her looking deep into her eyes.
Sighing deeply from his touch, Emma replies, “I glad I was able to do it to your liking. Just let me know when you that release again and I will be glad to repeat it. It was so wonderful watching the gratification you were getting.”
“Or should I just surprise you from time to time?” she continues.
Donald chuckles and tells her, “That would be a delightful surprise for me, and I will tell you from time to time too when I desiring it again.”
They just smile happily together as the waitress brings their drinks. Donald is amused to see her gazing down Emma’s dress and the quiet sigh she gives as she sets the drinks down. ‘Well, I guess it is not just men I to worry about,’ Donald thinks.
Their dinner is enjoyable, and they just chat about different things. Halfway through their meal, the bank president suddenly stops at the table. He greets Emma saying how nice it is to see her. Emma introduces him to Donald, but he cannot take his eyes off her as she does.
She sees a younger woman standing behind him and ask who she is. The President reddens as he realizes how rude he is being to his date, but seeing Emma, like this, he is doing all he can not to let his developing hard-on show.
He introduces her, and Emma greets her warmly, while thinking to herself, that he did not waste anytime finding someone else to take to dinner after her declining. Little did the date realize but, though they have only been out a couple of times, when the President gets her home, he is going to fuck the life out of her, to her total enjoyment. Though not realizing that it is visions of Emma in his head as he does.
They say their goodbyes and leave with several backward gazes from the President at Emma’s bare back.
Donald is amused by it all and takes her hand again and squeezes it to let her know she handled herself exactly how he wants her too.
They leave and, in the ride, home, Donald holds her hand the whole way. This is something new for him, and he is not sure why he began doing this back in the restaurant. He never really held hands with anyone before, but when he took Emma’s hand in his tonight it just felt so wonderful and right. There is an intimacy in holding hands he never knew the sensuality of before.
This is one more thing Emma is teaching him. His former view of the clinical sexual acts and arousal are changing to realizing the feeling of tenderness and the longing simple act can bring to someone.
And in this new knowledge and feeling that go with this, he feels himself start to stiffen.
Emma is lavishing in this sweet act between them, her heart swells as she feels his fingers caress her hand just quietly and softly. She leans her head back against the headrest and closes her eyes to just enjoy the seductive feelings running through her now.
Home, Donald takes her to her room and slowly undresses her. Kissing every part of her body as he does. Tonight, he cannot get enough of her. He goes to the bathroom and brings back her hairbrush, and holding her on his lap, just brushes her hair over and over. She whines in delight over this attention.
When he finishes, he carries her to the bed and lays her on it as he undresses quickly and haphazardly. He comes now and sits cross leg beside her, as she had earlier that day done for him.
Emma is laying on her back, and he lives her knees up and spreads her legs. She looks at him in wonder about what he has planned.
He runs his fingers up and down her already dripping slit, spreading her lips wide so he can get up in her easily. He slides two fingers up into her vag, and hooks them in her, much as she had done earlier to him in another place.
They search pressing up towards her stomach looking for that spot. Clinically, he has found it on other women to see their reaction, but tonight, with Emma, this is to give her a new kind of pleasure in his gratification to her.
Emma moans a little and then gasps. Yes, he has found it. Her g-spot. He presses against it again and she gasps again.
“Do you like that Emma?” he asks her.
“Oh, oh, oh,” is all Emma can reply as she nods her head vigorously.
He is pleased that he has found the spot to give her great pleasure. He tries to replicate the concert she had played for him alternating fingers, both together, then separate. Emma just moans and whimpers at each caress against her.
He moves his thumb to rub against her wet clit as he presses, and she shouts out in decadence. Donald sees the deep blush coming over her face and neck, down to her breasts. He leans and takes one tit in his mouth and begins to suck her as he continues his pressure on her g-spot and clit.
Emma is trashing in throngs of bliss.
Donald does not let up as he wants to take her to a new summit for her in exchange for what she had given him. And as he moves to her other nipple he pauses for a minute, realizing this is the first time he has ever worried about giving a woman pleasure for pleasure’s sake.
Oh, in all his studies of subjects his goal was to teach them what ultimate pleasure was for them to go out and achieve it elsewhere, more fulfilled. But for to do it for someone as bringing them to a loving point of satisfaction, no never.
Emma is revering in this attention; her body is on fire and feels like electric shocks are running through her. Is this anything like what Donald felt earlier? If it is, she understood why he was so overcome.
She can’t help herself, but she begins to clench the side of her vag against his fingers and arches her back and lets out a cry of carnality. The orgasm coming over her is hard and strong she pants with the cascading waves flowing through her whole body.
Donald slows just a little and asks her if she wants him to continue so she can experience this once more.
Her face dripping and a glow over her whole body now, she tells him, “Yes, yes, yes”.
He returns to pressing against her, a little slower to start now as she gulps for air. Then when she is calmed some, he begins the crescendo again. Emma is loving every minute of this, and the attention Donald is paying her right now. Not concerned about his own needs, only to bring her pleasure.
It is not long until she cums again, actually twice, in quick succession. She is in a place she has never felt before, and the happiness of this feeling running over her is more than she thinks she can stand. Her whole body is damp from the exertion, and she feels every touch against her sending charges through her body.
Donald can tell she is sated now and needs time to compose. He lays beside her and just gently strokes her hair. Moving the damp hair away from her face.
Her breathing slowing finally, she turns to him and looking him deep in his eyes, tears in the corners of hers from the emotions overflowing her.
“Sir, Donald, thank you. I love you for all you are doing for and too me,” as Emma leans and kisses him then lays her head on his shoulder to calm herself more.
‘Loves him? Can it be?’ He never had anyone tell him they loved him before. Even his mother it was just implied, never said out loud. Someone who cares about him to say those words. Donald does not know how to respond. But he remembers thinking that term as he just gave pleasure to her with not expecting anything in return.
‘Is that what love is? Is he falling in love with Emma?’
He hears Emma softly snoring against him and realizes how exhausted she must be from all the event of the day. He pulls the covers up over them as he holds her tight and lays in the dark thinking about these things. Will they change what he has planned for her ahead? He wants her to experience them all, or does he?
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E037: The Twentieth Pearl
Posted:Dec 18, 2018 12:34 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 2:42 pm
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Monday morning, they wake like a long together couple. There is contentment between them now, and a routine started, even if it really hasn’t been that long. Emma goes and tans, and is massaged, they meet in the shower and wash each other. Donald does Emma’s hair and makeup before dressing her.
Him preening her this way is something they both realize they enjoy immensely. Him caring for his pet, her being pampered by her prince.
Donald chooses her wardrobe for the day, and there is no question about a suitcase being packed, it is a given she will return here after her meetings during the day. Over breakfast, Donald gives Emma a little pamphlet and asks her to read and study it when she is alone during the day, as it is something he hopes she will do to him that evening.
Emma is very curious what this is about but contains herself as he walks her to her car, kisses her, and the lusted for spank on her bottom to send her on her way.
She has some time before her meeting today, so she drives to what she now thinks of as her special Donald spot. The secluded place in the community garden center where she first finished setting up her phone and waited for his call. Is it really so few days ago?
She takes the pamphlet out and begins to read. Her mouth opens, and she blushes deeply as she does. Her Professor wants her to do this to him? Really? Would it be enjoyable for him?
As she reads more about what he wants, and what it does to men, she begins to understand. She studies the diagrams closely, and even in the air tries to duplicate the movements needed.
But could she really do it?
If her Donald really wanted her to, of course, she would try to. She just hoped she can do it properly.
All through her meetings during the day, her mind goes back to what she is to do for him tonight. She thinks she understands the concept, and how to go about it. And reviewing it over and over in her mind makes her more confident that she will be able to.
It was something different, and if it would bring him a different type of pleasure which he is longing for, how could she deny her Donald?
oOo
All day, Donald wonders how she is accepting what he proposes. He hopes he hasn’t scared her or anything, it is just something that he has never had the opportunity to experience. And in all his reading about it, he does so want to feel this sensation.
He finds himself hardening at his desk as he thinks about Emma giving this gift to him. Would it be as marvelous as described? He can only hope.
At about one o’clock when he knows that Emma will be getting something to eat between her meetings, he texts her.
“Emma, have you had a chance to read the pamphlet I gave you? Is it something you think we could try?”
Emma hears the ping on her phone that she so loves to hear from Donald and reads the message. She immediately responds.
“Yes, if this is something you would like to experience, I will try to do it properly for you. I have been studying the directions and even found a site to watch a demo, so I hope to do it correctly.”
Donald just smiled deeply at her response and replies with a simple, “Thank you.”

oOo
At four o’clock Emma is in her room, standing naked in position waiting for Donald’s arrival. She sees the needed things are already laid out on the nightstand for them. She can only hope that Donald has put them there, and not Karen or Julie. She blushes some thinking if they knew what she is going to do for Donald.
The more she studied about it in her spare moments today, she realizes why he might desire it so much. In a way, she is a little disappointed that women can not feel the same response.
And then there is Donald standing in front of her. She loves when he is dressed so fashionably in a suit and tie as he is coming from the college. He takes her in his arms and hugs and kisses her. The feel of her naked skin against his suit gives them both a bit of a rush.
He pulls away from her a little and allows her to undress him as he tells her how happy he is that she is to try this, and if at any point she feels she does not want to continue he will understand.
Emma replies that she is more than to try and would like to see the pleasure it brings him. Undressed, she has him sit on the side of the bed while she gets a large bath towel and lays it on the center of the bed.
She helps him lay on his back on it with his legs bent at the knees. She explains that while most of the descriptions were for a man to be on his knees bent over, this seems from what she has studied to be a better position for her to do it, and for him to enjoy it the most.
She sits beside him and takes a pair of the rubber gloves from the nightstand and puts them on. Then she lavishly covers her fingers with lubricant.
“Have you ever had a prostate massage before Sir?” she asks him as she lifts his legs to his chest and runs her wet fingers up and down his crack.
“No, I haven’t, you will be the first to do this for me, and I sure you will do it excellently,” Donald sighs in return.
He relaxes himself in this position in anticipation for what will come. He had read about how this will make him cum in a very different and unique way, and he so wants to experience it.
Emma talks quietly with him about nothing in particular as she helps him to relax to enjoy this experience. Her index finger now presses up in him some, her palm is upward. She stops when she reaches his sphincter, so he accepts her entrance. When she feels him loosen some she presses in deeper and hooks her finger some so to find the right spot.
Donald moans with pleasure.
“Is that the spot Sir?” she asks.
“I think you have found it,” he replied.
“Let me try to press two fingers into you now that I know where to go.”
Donald sighs as she pulls out of him, but in moments feel her index and middle fingers up in him, hooking themselves into position so she can press and release against the side of his prostate.
Her other hand is resting on his mons and plays with it some as she begins now to press one finger and hold it, the other and hold it, then both fingers together and hold. Over and over she does this in a nice slow rhythm, so he totally experiences this new technique.
Donald feels himself start to harden but in a different way. He knows he is getting hard, but it is not with the swelling of semen in his balls and shaft as usual. Instead, he begins to feel this delicious tingle running through his whole body.
It starts radiating out from his anus and prostate, down his legs to his toes, up his chest to his shoulders and down his arms to his fingertips. And up his neck around the back, even his ears feel the tingling as it moves up to the top of his head. His whole body is trembling with these wonderful shivers running through him. He does not want it to stop.
‘Emma has found a true knack for doing this,’ he thinks.
She moves her fingers from his mons now and grips the base of his shaft with her thumb and index finger and squeezes systematically. Her little finger and ring finger find their way to his taunt and begin pressing against it in unison with her fingers inside him pressing on the other side of his prostate.
Donald lets out moan after moan as this feeling washes over and over him. Yes, it is all that he hoped it would be.
“Tell me when you have had enough and want me to stop,” Emma whispers to him.
“Not yet, this is too wonderful of a feeling to want it to end yet,” Donald gasps in reply.
And she doesn’t, she just presses and releases, again and again, sometimes upping the tempo some, but then slowing down again, it is like she is playing a wonderful symphony in him.
She sees some fluid begin to drip out of him, but it is clear, not the creaminess of his sperm, something different, as was mentioned when she read about this technique. She cups her whole hand over his shaft now and begins to milk him some.
Pulling up and down along his shaft for a while, then moving to squeeze each his balls firmly, then back to milking again. And the fingers inside him keep pressing.
“Do you think you could take three fingers inside you now?” she asks him.
‘Oh, yes, oh, yes.’ Donald just nods to her. His face and neck so crimson now. ‘Is she really going to go that far for me?’ is all he can think.
He moans in disappointment as she takes both her hands from him, but it is only for a moment as she puts more lube on her one hand. Then holding her three fingers together, she presses back up into him as far as she can.
Donald knows it is not anywhere near as deep as he went with the paddle handle on her last night, but the girth is as big now.
And then Emma begins this titillating waltz inside him. Choreographed in a complicated combination of steps. One finger, two fingers, three fingers in all combinations presses against the side of his prostate from inside, and her other hand back to milking him to culmination.
Electricity is running through his whole body, he shakes with enjoyment as moan after louder moan escapes his lips. Emma can feel his cock shuddering and throbbing as she keeps this up over and over pressing in quick succession, then to a slow and tender pace, then back again.
More of the clear fluid begins to pour from Donald’s urethral opening. She squeezes him harder to help it flow from him. His whole body is shaking now as if in convulsions, as he pants and whimpers as the last drip from him.
His body collapses on the bed.
Emma slowly removes her fingers from his anus and just gently strokes his cock and balls with her other. As Donald’s breathing starts to calm, she lifts a warm, damp towel and gently cleans him. She takes off the rubber gloves and tosses them and the towel aside for now. She just sits cross-legged as she has been looking down on him tenderly.
It takes several minutes before Donald can even speak, and then he first must shake his head back and forth as if coming back to consciousness.
“Emma, you did that exquisitely. It was more than I could have ever imagined it being. Thank you so much. Did you have any enjoyment from it at all?” Donald questions her.
“I greatly enjoyed seeing the pleasure it was bringing you sir, and there was something rather erotic to be able to bring you to such a different place of pleasure,” Emma replied, not daring to say that it did give her such a sense of control over her Donald to have the power to make him shudder and moan so.
This is a side of Emma she is just beginning to realize. While she likes the dominance her Professor has over her, the moments when she comprehends that she is the one manipulating the situation gives her a different kind of rush.
When Donald is able to sit up, he puts his arms around her and kisses her in thanks. Then he takes off her necklace and presents her with her twentieth pearl. “This is perhaps your best-earned pearl Emma,” he tells her.
She just smiles and him demurely and kisses him.
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