E038: Donald returns the favor
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Posted:Dec 21, 2018 4:22 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
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Posted:Dec 18, 2018 12:34 pm
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2019 9:31 am
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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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E036: The third Sunday and the nineteenth pearl
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Posted:Dec 16, 2018 10:00 am
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Sunday morning finds both Emma and Donald waking contently. Though Emma is a little confused as after forty years waking in the same room at her house, now rousing in different places is making her head spin a bit.
They go and take a long leisurely bath in the large tub the hotel room has. Donald washes her slowing, caressing every inch of her body as he soaps her. Then he lifts her up to settle on his hard cock as she faces him this time.
Emma moans with delight to feel his cock so up in her again. She realizes that she is becoming addicted to it, the feel of the strong, long shaft up pressing in her to the maximum. Just her thinking of it up in her makes her throb, and when actually feeling it there, where she now knows it needs to be, shudders and spasms run through her.
The bath is extraordinary. Running her soapy fingers all over his body, cleaning him as he lifts her and drops her over and over on his cock is sending her to seventh heaven. And when the wave of climax rushes over her, her cries of joy are loud and strong.
Donald savors every second of it. And after Emma has arched her back, clenched his dick so hard as she cries out, he cums quickly following her.
For Donald, it is the same as Emma. Feeling his cock up deep in her is the most satisfying endeavor he ever has had. If there was some way where they could just exist with him up in her all the time, he would be in heaven. He knows that is impossible. But he is content that each new time he presses his cock up into Emma, whether her cunt or her mouth, this level of fulfillment returns.
Then, there is always a little sense of disappointment when he cums and again flaccid and must slip out of his pleasure palace for a time.
Their bath is so enjoyable to both. Donald rinses them off and helps Emma from the tub. Putting the terry cloth bathrobes around them both, then taking a towel and drying her hair.
He brings a chair from the bedroom and has her sit on it, as he does his best to fluff and dry her hair. They had not brought anything with them when they came shopping yesterday, so it is rather make-shift.
And though Emma does not have any makeup on right now, her glow from the bath fun is enough.
He helps her dress in her clothes from yesterday and then dresses himself. His pants after the soaking and drying only show a slight stain from Emma’s emissions yesterday.
He gathers all the bags and hands them to Emma for now, he takes her in his arms and kisses her passionately. She responses in an excellent way.
He slaps her ass and tells her it is time for them to get home.
‘Again, the home reference,’ Emma thinks and smiles inwardly.
His hand on her ass, he steers her to the elevator, and down to the lobby.
Emma is a little embarrassed that she is wearing the same clothes as when they arrived, and they have no luggage, but with Donald’s hand on her ass, as they leave the hotel and walk to the car, she just feels herself beginning to drip once more.
In the car, and throughout the hour and a half drive home, Donald continually places his right hand on her thigh and runs it up and down it, closer and closer to her crotch. Making her wetter and wetter.
She tries to return the favor of rubbing his thigh and higher, but when he begins to harden, he takes her hand away saying he does not want to get in an accident. But it is so hard to keep her hands off him, especially as he is arousing her so with his hand play.
Finally, home, Donald picking up the packages in one hand, he opens Emma’s door as she removes her seatbelt, and the passion for her again overtakes him. He swoops Emma up and over his shoulder and carries her into the house.
Before he lets her down after dropping the bags, he lifts her dress, exposing her thong ass and spanks each cheek several times. Emma over his shoulder this way cries out in surprise and arousal. All she can think about is what a wonderful sensation.
Donald then drops her on her bed, and as she lays watching up at him, he peels off all his clothes. Yes, Emma’s wonderful god of lust is in front of her, fully naked once again.
It takes only a minute or two until he has all her clothes off her too.
He tells her to roll over and lift her ass. He wants to enjoy her rosy bottom as he fucks her. And he is justly rewarded. Her rosy ass is raised to accept him, and her legs knowingly spread. He rubs his hard cock, up and down her crack a bit.
Emma is a bit scared at this, but if it happens without warning she thinks she is ready.
Instead, he then runs it up and down her wet slit, lubing it for what is only seconds away.
Emma is somewhat unprepared for how quickly, and deeply, he plows into her this time. She lets out an animal cry in response to him entering her.
Donald can’t help himself right now and hopes that Emma is enjoying it too. But the touching, caressing, both ways in the car has gotten to him way too much. He needs to cum in Emma quickly and fully.
He hears her start to pant and realizes she needs this release as much as him. Together breathing heavily and gasping, they ride this crescendo wave coming over them. Going higher and higher as they both huff and puff their increased desire for each other, and the point they are so reaching for.
And it happens. Together they both climax in a messy mixture of cum, clenching, throbbing and satisfied desire. Sweat is dripping from them both, but neither cares. Spent, they drop to the bed, the comforter now saturated from their mix cum. But in time, Karen or Julie will take care of that.
It takes a while for them to compose themselves, but then another hunger overtakes them both. They have not eaten since last night, and since then have exerted a lot of energy. Donald goes to the bathroom and returns with a wet washcloth and wipes Emma clean before cleaning himself some too. He helps her from the bed and leads her to the kitchen where together they make a wonderful lunch for themselves.
Working side by side cooking and preparing sends a glow through Emma. It is so nice. And while Donald doesn’t want to admit it, Emma at his side as they make their lunch is so perfect to him.
The meal prepared, they go to the kitchen table, but today, Donald removes the plug from Emma’s seat. “Not yet, after last night, I don’t think so,” he tells her.
And acknowledging her tenderness, Emma just nods in agreement.
The lunch is wonderful as they chat like old friends now, telling each other silly stories about things from their past. They take their time, and the bottle of wine is finished before they rise from the table.
“Emma, would you like to just spend the afternoon reading more of your mother’s diary?” Donald asks her. He now feels this concern about pushing her too far, too fast.
“That would be nice,” Emma replies, but a bit of tear well in her eyes as she thinks that in just a few hours, if things are still the same, Donald will be sending her home.
Donald is a little confused by her start of tears and tells her that they don’t have to read the diary if it might upset her.
Emma stammers a reply about realizing he will be sending her away soon as she really begins to cry, and her voice breaks as saying it. She knows she is somewhat crossing a line by sayings this, but she can’t help herself. She does not want to be apart from Donald for a night ever again.
Donald engulfs her in his arms and stroking her to calm, he tells her, “No, you will stay here tonight. You don’t have to go back to your house.”
And for the first time ever, he feels his heart swell as he tells her this. He never knew how that could feel, but Emma wanting to be with him that much does overwhelm him.
“Come now,” Donald says as Emma calms herself, “Let just go into the living room and enjoy your mother’s next entry. Don’t worry about me sending you away.”
And Emma’s sopping ceased, and Donald wiping the tears from her eyes, she smiles at him and just nods.
Settled on the couch, Donald against the pillow at one end, Emma nesting against him with the diary in front of them, Donald begins to read.
April 27, 1974
After Edward ‘straighten me out’ Friday afternoon, he told me as he drove me home that we needed to move both our things into the house this weekend, so it will be ready for us after our wedding.
I am resolved to accept the house as it is. Actually, after the excitement in the bedroom, none of the furniture seemed that bad. It is not as I envisioned my home to be, I had hoped for modern things, but realizing Edward’s soon to be bank president’s position, I understood how this furniture was so much more appropriate.
He told me he would be over to my house, well my parent’s house at ten in the morning. We would pack my things to take. Then we would go to his apartment which has so much more to decide and pack on Sunday.
Saturday morning, as I woke, I heard my parent’s leaving, so an hour or two later when Edward rang the bell, I greeted him in my baby-doll pajamas. He was slightly taken back and when he leaned to kiss me whispered in my ear, “Should I spank you for answering the door this way, or ravish you, which I so want to right now?”
I replied, “Well I am home alone right now, which do you feel you would like best?”
In response, Edward lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bed.
He had his pants down in seconds, as were my panty bottoms. My legs were lifted over my head and his hard-sweet cock was inside me.
“Charlotte, I think I might still need to spank you for that display at the door, but oh, right now, right here, in you, you are forgiven for that.”
And Edward rammed into me harder and harder. I gasped and sighed with every thrust.
My legs were now up around his neck and I am panting and moaning so loud. The thought that Edward was fucking me on my childhood bed just raised the intensity so much more. And I quickly realized it was doing the same thing for Edward.
It was at this unspoken moment of realization that we both came crashing down on each other in one monumental moment of gratification.
We lay on my bed for several minutes. Realizing then my bed has the scent of our mingled desires and juices. I will enjoy that smell over the last week in this bed before I move to our new home together.
He stands and pulls up his pants. “Charlotte, get dressed, I want to watch you, and then we do need to pack your things.”
I giggle as I go, bare-assed now, to my closest and pull out a dress. To my dresser and got a bra and panties.
I lifted the baby doll top off me, and stood nude in front of Edward, wishing he would reach out and stroke my again throbbing pussy. But he was oblivious to all my longings.
I picked out one of my lowest cut and shortest dresses. Picked up the bra and silk panties and started putting the clothing on me. When I pulled my dress down and adjusted it on me Edward’s eyes were glued to my cleavage and there is a frown on his face.
“Charlotte, we talked about how your dress is often is too revealing and how you are going to have to change your style of clothes when we marry. It is not that I don’t enjoy how it looks on you, but there are appearances we must maintain. You may wear that today as I do like it, but we will start by going through your clothes and deciding what is appropriate and what will be cast aside.”
I knew what he said and remembered my promise to him to change. But I liked to wear this type of outfit, but soon it will be out of my hands and not allowed. I sighed deeply in disappointment but was totally acceptant of these rules if it meant I have Edward.
He has me go to my closet and bring all my outfits to the bed. Only a fraction of them is deemed acceptable. The rest are in a pile to give away. I get bags from the kitchen for the donated items and a box for the ones which may accompany us.
Edward was rather interesting. While my outer appearance must be demure, my underclothing he wanted as skimpy as possible. His private knowledge that I was underneath his personal slut. Knowing this now, and what closest to my skin I will be wearing just for him, takes the sting of my soon to be public persona away some.
The more sturdy, reliable underwear was added to the charity bags.
Emma stops him there in the reading.
“I didn’t say anything as while I was curious about it, I was rather embarrassed. Mother lingerie was all rather skimpy and sexy. Many matching sets, with garters and stockings to match. How interesting that father wanted to put his light under a bushel.”
After thinking a moment Donald replied, “I suppose I can see a man wanting to keep his treasure a secret and hidden from others, I myself love to make you as sexually desirable when out in the world so that other men envy me and lust for you.”
Donald’s statement somewhat surprises Emma, remember the spanking her backside got yesterday for her being to be alluring to other men. So that is a thin line she will have to balance on for him.
They turn back to Emma’s mother’s entry.
We finished packing my books, trinkets, jewelry and other things. My hope chest has been filled for a few years now with things to start our marriage with, and that is moved towards the door for taking with us.
I realize that in my parents’ home I did not have very many personal items. The basic daily necessities would stay here for now. And Edward had kept back six of my most revealing outfits, telling me to enjoy them for the week until our wedding.
So, while Edward had told me we were really married from the night of my first spanking and what followed afterward, he is allowing me some freedom until it is signed, sealed and delivered from the church and state.
I smile over this as he tells me that after we drop the boxes at our home, and we take care of something else, he would take me shopping for some new proper outfits.
The idea of a shopping trip excited me, but I puzzled over what the ‘something else’ was going to be.
After we had unloaded the boxes and carried the hope chest to sit in our bedroom against the wall, Edward helped me unpack and hang or put away all my meager piles of clothes.
Edward then goes to his chest in the room and from a low drawer he takes something out and comes over to me. “Emma, I want you to lean over the end of the bed. I am going to pull your panties down, and you are going to spread very wide for me. This is to help you begin to train for upcoming things.”
I didn’t know what to expect, and when I felt Edward’s fingers spread my cheeks, revealing my asshole I am so embarrassed and not sure what was going to happen. I can’t see what he was doing, only the rustlings. I felt this liquid being dripped up and down my crack, but then a small nozzle is inserted in me and I felt the fluid flooding my anus.
That removed, I then felt Edward’s finger pressed into me, but I realized it was covered in a rubber glove as it felt so different that when his hand caressed my slit. It pressed into me and I gasped at the sudden invasion.
He moved it around a bit as I moan. When he pulled it out, I realized I am wanting more. And it is delivered when two fingers were now up in my anus, stretching it and pressing against the walls as they wiggled around. Why was this now making me wet?
He played with me this way for several minutes, and then pulled away again.
“Charlotte, reach back and spread your cheeks for me,” he told me, “I am going to put what is called a butt plug up in you. It is not that big to start, but I want you to wear one for at least two hours a day to prepare yourself for me to enter you this way.”
I was overwhelmed. Yes, I had heard of such things, but he wanted to butt fuck me? How often I wondered, and could I really take it?
Before I could even resolve myself to this, I felt the plug pressed up and in me. It hurt some going in, but when settled, bent over the bed, it felt rather interesting and unique. Edward lifted my panties back up over me, and he lowered my dress.
“Stand up Charlotte and let’s get shopping for you. We can’t waste the day away,” Edwards told me.
Standing I sensed the plug up in me, and as I walked, the sensation of it more and more. It was getting me wetter and wetter.
‘What am I becoming, willing to do, for my beloved?’
The shopping trip lasted several hours, all the while the butt plug was up in me. Edward bought me dresses, suits and more lingerie, all the best quality, from the best stores. He told me that he did not want me to ever wear pants again. Even when working in the yard or garden. And my dresses all were conservative and just above the knee. Goodbye to miniskirts for me it seemed.
By the time we finished, the plug was starting to annoy me some. It was fun at first, but hours later, not so much. I apologized to Edward telling him as much.
“Charlotte, I wanted to see today how long you could handle it in preparation, and you have done wonderfully, not complaining before this. Let’s get you home and out of it. Tomorrow I will show you how to put it in for yourself, and then I want you to wear it for a couple of hours, or as long as you can, each day until our wedding. Then you should be well prepared for what is to come.”
I was apprehensive about what he had ‘planned ahead’ but was willing to do whatever my prince expected.
We took my new outfits to the house, and he made me wait until all were opened, tags taken off and hanged and folded before he went to the couch and told me to lay across his lap.
Only then did he lift my dress up over my back, pulled my panties down to my thighs, and gently eased the plug out of me. Surprisingly, I felt a little empty now without it.
After that, we went out to eat and he took me home. “Be ready to leave when I arrive tomorrow so we can get my things packed for the movers coming on Monday,” Edward told me as he departed.
I guessed there wouldn’t be a repeat in my bed tomorrow morning. But I did get to enjoy our lingering scent as I went to sleep.
Donald holds Emma tight after finishing that entry. “It seems your mother had some plug training also?”
“So, it seems,” Emma thoughtfully replies.
And for the first time does start to think about what all her time on the plugs, and her new paddle up in her, will be leading to. And if she will enjoy that or for that matter, be able to endure it?
Donald just hugs her again and whispers in her ear, like he knew what she is thinking, “Soon my dear, soon.”
He continues, “Would you like me to put a plug up in you now and we read her entry for the next day?”
Emma shivers at the thought but nods her head in response.
Donald leads her to the kitchen to bend over the table as he lubes her up in readiness. Then she feels the head of the plug press into her as she moans. More and more of it presses into her. It is not anywhere as long as the paddle handle last night but is a little thicker. He rubs her back as she stays in this position for a minute to adjust to the feeling.
She stands and smiles at Donald and tells him she can’t wait to read the next entry.
Donald is a bit concerned to have her filled this way again so soon after last night. But Emma seems to relish in this.
They return to their places on the couch, now with drinks to sip on as the diary continues.
April 28, 1974
Edward picked me up right and nine o’clock this morning, and I was ready to go in the first of the dresses he allowed me to keep, for now. I wore one of skimpiest bra and panties, but from what he bought for me yesterday, these were rather tame.
He apologized to my parents for us missing church today but it was going to take time to pack his things for the movers coming the next morning.
I have a small bag packed for tomorrow. I told my parents that I would be staying at Edward’s tonight to be there for the movers in the morning. Edward was going to sleep on the couch. They just smiled at me and said they were sure the arrangements will be fine and proper.
I guessed that as marriage was within a week they were not going to worry anymore.
At Edward’s apartment, he took me first to the bathroom where I saw the plug and lubricant sitting. He told me to bend over the counter, and again my dress was raised to my back, my panties lowered to my knees, and with his hands, he spread my legs wide.
“This is the best position for you to be in to insert it yourself,” Edward explains. He put on a pair of rubber gloves again and rubbed lube over my back hole and up in me. He told me to reach behind myself and spread my cheeks with one hand. Which I did.
He put the plug in my other hand and told me he wanted to see me insert it. His lubricated fingers found their way to my slit and ran up and down it as I started. I looked him as I began to press it up in me. There were tears in the corner of my eyes as I did this, but as I looked at him and saw how hard he was becoming under his trousers as he watched me, this a surge ran through me as I pressed it up in. I adjusted it a little and then stood.
I bent to pull up my panties, but Edward said, “Don’t!”
He pulled me to his bed while he was undoing his pants and letting them and his boxers fall to his knees. Before I knew it, he had me on my back on his bed, my panties hanging from one ankle, my dress flipped up over me almost blocking my view. Edward lifted and spread my legs and I felt him thrust all his manhood up into my waiting wet cunt.
The sublime feeling of his hard cock in me, while the plug is stuffed in my anus astonished me. Oh, to be so filled at one time. I could tell that Edward was amazed at the sensation also as he started to tremble hard. He thrust and thrust again and again up in me hard, and it only took a few for me to start gripping him with each pulse. We both were panting and moaning at the experience we were enjoying for the first time.
At this level of intensity, it took no time for us both to cum hard and fast. It was wonderful if a bit short, but the passion of the moment overtook us both.
Edward pulled me to him, my dress lowered again, and kissed all over my face, neck and ears just muttering, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” It filled my soul to know that he enjoyed this so much.
We laid this way for a few minutes, then Edward said, “We should get busy, but would you do one thing for me today as we pack?”
When I asked him what, he replied, “Would you take all your clothes off and pack things naked so I can see that plug up in you while you do?”
I blushed at his request but stood and took my dress off over my head, then my bra, the panties I shook from my one ankle. Again, naked before him. He turned me around, and I felt him twist and turn the plug some which made me moan in pleasure. He slapped my ass cheek and said we need to get to work as he buttoned himself back up.
I would have enjoyed it more to see him naked all day, but there was something about being naked with him dressed watching me pack and clean which aroused me as much as I saw it continued to arouse him during the day.
And I got the benefits of that several times before the day was over.
We emptied his dresser drawers and closet first. A lot of his furniture we weren’t taking was being donated to a resale shop. He explained the tax deduction would add to the nest egg we would have to start. I didn’t understand those things but accept that he did.
When we got to the kitchen and I was standing to empty the cabinets, he came up behind me and reached around my waist. I felt him hard against me as he again unzipped himself. He pressed my chest and waist down on the counter, spread my legs and I felt him worm his way back up into my vag the second time today.
This time he took longer, slower strokes to be sure to press into me as deep as he could with each one. I cried out in excitement as again I felt his thick shaft shoving into me. And again, I felt the sensation of both my lower holes being so filled at the same time. This joint feeling of being stuffed so well sent wave after wave of exploding quivers through me.
On and on it went, feeling so good. Me almost to the summit, cried out, “Don’t stop Edward, don’t stop.” As I came with a rush of throbbing, guttural sounds from my lips and my back arched lifting my head up off the counter.
But I did not want him to stop, and he hadn’t reached that pinnacle yet either. “Keep going Edward, don’t stop,” I gasped out at him.
Now he started to thrust faster and harder, I heard him panting and his hot breath on my neck as he leans over the counter some too. I felt his prick shaking in anticipation in me, and knew he was almost there. And he was, a volcanic blast was deposited up in me as he gave out a great moan. I too felt shudders again running through me. I clenched his softening shaft up in me, not wanting it to depart quite yet.
After a few minutes of Edward leaning against my back kissing the back of my neck, he stood and drew out of me. He grabbed some paper towels, wetted them with warm water, and first washed our mixed fluids from my slit, then cleaned himself off some. His pants rezipped, he went over to the pots and pans closet and began asking me which ones I wanted to keep as if the last half hour diversion had not taken place.
But he did have a huge grin on his face.
The kitchen packed, Edward made us some sandwiches which we ate off paper towels before we moved on the living room and all his bookshelves.
It is nice that our house has a large den for him with built-in bookcases for all his volumes. We sorted and packed theses. And decided that the desk and chairs should be moved for his new den.
Once more, something came over Edward and he sat down on his larger leather desk chair and unzipped himself.
“Come here Charlotte,” he softly commanded me. I felt myself beginning to drip at the sound of the zipper.
He motions me to kneel between his legs, under the desk, as he pulls himself up to me to suck him. It is dark under the desk, and the idea of him working at it as I sucked and licked him sets off the rather kinky fantasy through my head.
Edward was at his desk like this at work, I was hidden nude under it as he discussed loan options with a . All the time I was licking and sucking him. He would occasionally pat my head as they talked, and I felt him harden. From time to time he would lift my head a little letting me know I needed to stop so he could compose himself and continue. Only when I hear him tell the where to sign the forms did I suck him to cumming.
He shuttered a little but kept himself composed as I licked him clean and zipped him up in time for him to stand and shake hands for the conclusion of the loan.
This scenario ran through my head as I sucked and licked Edward, who alone with only me there could indulge in moaning in enjoyment. He backed his chair up about midway along and I had to crawl forward some, his cock firmly in my mouth. Out from under the desk now he could see my ass and plug wiggling. He played with the plug turning and twisting and pulling it a bit out, and then back in.
He kept doing this to torment me so wonderfully until his back arched some, and I taste him blast down my throat. So hard he came today over and over.
I let him calm himself before I pulled the cock from my mouth and licked him clean again.
“Charlotte, you are going to make a wonderful wife for me,” he told me. Then he pulled me on his lap, opened a desk drawer and handed me a small box.
Again, it was from the expensive jewelry store. I opened it to find a pair of beautiful pearl drop earrings. So delicately handcrafted.
“These are for you to wear on our wedding day. My thank you to you for agreeing to be the wife in the way I need you to be.”
I fling my arms around his neck and thank him for asking me to be his bride.
Afterward, he told me that we needed to get that plug out of me as it had been over six hours that I have been wearing it. He led me to the bathroom and had me bend over and reach behind me to pull it out. It felt rather good when it was in, but the release from it was so special.
Edward showed me how to clean and dry it, and then put it and a tube of lube in a little satin bag for me to keep during the week.
“Tomorrow, we will put it up in you before I leave for work, and then try to keep wearing it until the movers leave. You can take it out then before you follow them to our house.”
Over dinner that night, delivered pizza and beer, I whispered to Edward the fantasy I was having while under his desk, blushing through the whole account.
He laughed appreciatively and asked if I wanted to be fucked on his desk too?
I giggled in reply, and he said that was something which could be easily arranged. He lifted me and carried me to his now bare desk and sat me on it facing him. I was still naked as I never did dress again that day. I unzipped his trousers, and once more they fell to his knees, but this time he kicked them down to his ankles and stepped out of them and his shoes. I pulled his shirt off him as he did.
Then, he pulled me to him, my head fell back on the desk as I lifted my legs up over his shoulders. He thrust into me for the third time that day. Well fourth, if counting when I took him in my mouth.
This time we got a rhythm going from the start, and just pleasured each other with each lunge, gazing into each other’s eyes the whole time. Soon we were both panting and breathing hard as our faces, necks and chests reddened. Yes, we were both moving towards that thunder moment, which was as good as all the others had today.
Edward moved his hand to my clit, and with his thumb began rubbing against it as his fingers played in my mons. This sent further shockwaves through me. I cried out in ecstasy. He just smiled at me as he continued to pant.
We went on this way for almost a half hour, he eased up on my clit when he saw I was going to tip over too soon. Finally, together we reached the peak, and both cried out together as we crashed down.
Edward brushed the wet hair from my face and just grinned at me as our breathing slowed. “We will make a great team I think Charlotte. Let’s never forget the fun of today.”
All I could do is smile back and nod my bed.
After all we accomplished that day, we were ready to fall asleep early, so after a little tv, we did.
Edward did sleep on the couch like I had told my parents, I just never mentioned afterward that I slept on the couch too. In his arms.
Donald has been reaching under Emma from time to time as they read twisting and turning her plug too. When they finish the entry, she turns to him and in a meek voice asks, “Sir, would you like to fuck me while the plug is up in me?”
Donald is somewhat astounded, mainly from Emma referring to it as fucking, but he is now is starting to be accustom to her astonishing him. “Would you like me to? I would very much enjoy doing it.”
“Oh yes sir, if it would give you enjoyment.” And with that Emma stands and walks to the end of the couch and bend over the arm of it. Wide-eyed Donald follows her.
He spreads her legs and runs his hand up her slit first to make sure she is ready. As expected, she is dripping. Then moves his cock up and down the same way to lubricate it. And Emma feels him begin to press into her, stopping an inch in to make sure she is ready for what is to come.
In response, and to encourage him, she presses back against him, so he is in an inch further and lets out a moan of pleasure.
She feels his cock fill her cunt as the plug is pressing against them from her anus. Oh, she now knows what her mother meant about the delightful intrusion. They rock together as her parents had so many years before on their first adventure this way.
Emma shook the thought of her parents from her mind, so she could enjoy fully the decadence of their undertaking. It does feel so good. Yes, let it go on and on. And it does for quite a while, but they too reach the tip, a higher tip than either ever really felt before, and then the cascading down as Donald now fills her with her with his sperm.
A perfect ending to that chapter of her mother’s story.
Donald helps her up, carries her to her bedroom. There, after removing the plug and cleaning them both off, comes and undoes her necklace.
“I owed you your seventeenth and eighteenth pearl from yesterday, but just now, I do believe you have earned your nineteenth one too.”
Emma just grins as Donald takes his time to drop the three new pearls on to her necklace.
‘It won’t be much longer until this chain is filled,’ Emma thinks to herself, ‘but then what?’
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E035: The eighteenth pearl
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Posted:Dec 11, 2018 10:01 am
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2019 9:31 am
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They sleep for a few hours, both overtired from all that has happened that day, that week. It is dark when they awake together. Smiling goofily at each other both remembering what has occurred, Donald kisses her as he hears her stomach rumble.
It does amuse him what a good appetite Emma has. She will eat lustfully at each meal they have, and while never asking for anything later, he can always tell, even without the rumblings when she is craving something to eat again.
“Shall we spend the night here Emma?” he asks her, “Why don’t I order some dinner for us and then after it, we can try the other part of the paddle on you. We didn’t really get to that earlier.”
A flush run over her remembering being over his lap. Why does this entice her so? ‘I guess I am my mother’s ,’ she thinks.
Emma replies in a meek voice, “Sir, that would be a very enjoyable way to spend the evening.”
Donald just grins at her in anticipation. As she goes to the bathroom, he dials the phone for room service and orders.
Emma returns in the terry cloth robe the hotel supplies, along with one for Donald which he dons. How respectful they are as they wait for their dinner to arrive. Shortly, with Emma sitting on the couch now, Donald having removed his packages before she could peak to see what is in them, the food, drinks, and ice arrive. The cart is pushed in front of Emma, and she waits for Donald to come to sit beside her before seeing what he has ordered as there is only one covered dish on the cart.
After letting the bellboy out, Donald comes to the couch and sits. He reaches and unties her robe and spreads it, so her breasts and cunt are in full view. He leans and sucks on her nipples for a bit before lowering the robe from her shoulders. Emma is just sitting on the open robe now naked once more. She shivers with pleasure at his attention.
Donald opens his robe and removes it to just sit on. Emma sees that he is hard again. This delights her to think that sucking on her nipples could work such magic. She reaches her hand to his shaft and begins to just slowly, without a lot of pressure jerk him up and down.
He now smiles with pleasure as he fills their glasses with ice and then pours scotch into each glass. He lifts Emma’s glass to her lips, so she can sip without remover her hand from his shaft. The other has found its way to caress his balls.
“Just keep your hands that way Emma, I will feed you,” he tells her.
He lifts the lid off the food and there is a big plate of mussels in garlic wine sauce with just a little tomato sauce included. It smells delicious, and when he lifts the first mussel to her mouth to suck in the taste is sensational also.
He continues to feed them back and forth, a few mussels, then a sip of scotch for each of them. Emma loves when he feeds her like this and lets him know how much it pleases her by squeezing tighter on his cock and balls.
A little of the sauce drips on Emma’s breast as he brings it to her. Donald just leans and licks it from her, getting another go at each her nipples which are hardening now. He runs his fingers up and down her wet slit a bit before going back to feeding her. Her cunt juices which he sucks from his fingers is a nice interlude in the meal.
A little later, as Donald feels like he might cum any moment, he shudders some as he is lifting a mussel to his lips, and sauce spills, landing on the tip of his glans. The warm sauce feels nice there and a little precum escapes him.
Emma bends and takes the glans into her mouth, cleaning him, and enjoying the taste of the sauce and precum mixed so nicely. She feels him throbbing and is learning that this is the preface for what is to come, so takes more of him into her mouth, feeling him pressing against the back of her throat and sucks him as she is squeezing the base of his shaft and balls.
Donald lets out a loud moan and cums hard and fast. She swallows it as it shoots down her throat. She gags a little and there are tears in her eyes when she lifts her head after he is once again flaccid.
“Oh, Emma, what you can do to me,” Donald says.
It takes him a moment to compose himself again. Taking a sip of his drink, which Emma does too as her hands are no longer occupied. He refills their glasses, and now Emma lifts a mussel to his lips to enjoy. This is a new sensation for them both, her feeding him. And both realize they enjoy eating this way too.
So, for the rest of the plate, Emma is the feeder, and even lifting his drink to his lips. When Donald feeds her, it is as a caretaker caring for his charge. With Emma doing it, it is in a different way. She is subservient as if she is waiting on him in a compliant way.
She is learning her role for him so well.
When the meal and their second drinks are finished Donald moves the cart to the door, then goes and gets the paddle and the bag from the pharmacy. He removes something from the bag from the paddle store too.
He moves into the bathroom and Emma hears the water running for several minutes. While he is gone, she folds the robes and puts them on another chair.
Donald comes to the couch with the bag, places it on the end table and sits and places a towel over his lap. He tells Emma it is time for her to lay across his lap. She meekly does as she is told, facing the end table and the bag there.
Donald tells her to spread her legs, and she does as she watches him open the bag. First comes out a box of rubbers, and she watches as Donald covers the handle of the paddle with it.
Next, he takes out what she will come to know is a lubricant launcher, but now she only sees a rather long tube with a rounded end and with circle handles at the end. She watches mouth open as Donald brings out a bottle of lubricant and puts the tip of the tool into it as she watches it filled with the lube. He brings it to her crack and lets some of it run up and down it.
Emma realizes what he had been doing in the bathroom. He had been warming the lube, so it would feel nice in her. He circles her rosebud with the tool, letting it get nice and covered too. He presses the five-inch shaft up in her then and releases all the warm liquid up in her. Pulling it out slowly so the lubricant covers the sides of her rectum. It feels strange and at the same time rather nice as it greases her sides.
She knows what is ahead, and hope it is as enjoyable as when Donald had his fingers up in her or sitting on the plugs. It is a bit bigger and longer.
“Emma, I am going to spank you some first, just to get you to feel the paddle again, and then I will turn it to its other use,” Donald explains to her.
She feels the paddle rubbing over both ass cheeks and then the first spank comes, making her jump a little at the suddenness of it. The next spank on her other cheek comes right behind it. And her behind is rained down on for several minutes.
Her tears start to fall, as she feels herself wetting more and more.
Donald continued until her bottom and thighs are a nice rose. She watches as he squirts a little of the lubricant on the end of the paddle and rubs it up and down its rugged sides. Then she feels it press against her anus.
He presses it into her slowly for the first time, stopping at her sphincter to allow her to accept its entry into her. Inch by inch he presses more and more up in her. Pulling it back and then pressing in a little farther.
At each new press in Emma moans. It is hurting a little this first time, but as he holds it in her at each thrust, she adapts herself to it and begins to enjoy this invasion to her back hole.
Donald moves his other hand to run up and down her slit. She lifts herself, so he can adjust his hand there, and in doing so, takes even more of the paddle’s special handle up in her. The feel of the wet rubber covering it is different, and soon her ass is throbbing and clutching it each time it is pressed up in her.
Donald has three fingers up her vagina and his thumb is rubbing her clit as he presses more and more up in her ass. He feels her clamp against his fingers in her vag and knows she is doing the same in her rectum. She is moaning more and more in a guttural way.
Then Emma cries in lust as her back arches, and she shudders all over and grips his fingers with her sides. It is such a different, wanton, but so arousing climax she is having.
Donald thrust into her ass a couple more times, before slowly removing the paddle handle, removing the condom from it and laying it on the end table. He takes his hand from Emma’s cunt and lifts the towel to wipe the wetness from both her holes.
Emma just whimpers in total pleasure.
When she is clean, he helps her turn to sit on his lap as he strokes her face, hair and shoulders. He tells her, “You did very good Emma, I am pleased how well you accepted this. I guess there will be two pearls for you tomorrow when we get home.”
Emma just sighs with pleasure and exhaustion. But thinks, ‘This is the second time Donald talks about when we get home when he means his house. How nice he thinks of it that way, but what does it really mean?’
Leaning on his shoulder she begins to fall asleep. Seeing her this way, Donald lifts her and carries her to the bed and tucks her under the covers. He is hard again from the thrill of her cumming this way, but he doesn’t want to bother her as she drifts off. Instead, he goes to the bathroom and jerks himself to cumming for the final time today. It is like when this all started between them only two weeks before.
Has it only been that long since her first visit to his house? All that has happened between them it seems much longer.
And suddenly, while the jerking himself did provide the release need, he realizes that it just wasn’t as satisfying anymore. He needs Emma’s administrations to truly pleasure him.
And with that thought in mind, he climbs into bed with her sleeping, and rolls close to her and puts his arms around her for the night.
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E034: A present for Emma? And the seventeenth pearl is earned
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Posted:Dec 10, 2018 11:43 am
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Saturday morning, they both wake somewhat early, well rested and ready for the day ahead. Donald has big plans for how they are going to spend part of the day. A special shopping trip for Emma. While he had planned this as part of her training, he is spurred on pursuing this from reading the last entry from Emma’s mother’s diary.
“Emma, we are going shopping this morning for something for you,” he tells her as they lay in the bed cuddling.
Emma can’t imagine what it would be. He has bought her so many clothes already, she hardly needs anything more. She just looks at him quizzically.
He sends her for her first morning tanning and massage, which will be how she starts each day she wakes at the Professor’s house. She is amazed that Julie is there to help her out of the bed and onto the table. Julie explains though that when Emma presses the start button on the tanning bed, they receive a message so to come to be ready. This is how they receive all requests for service. Like the one Donald had pressed by her bed. Other rooms of the house have different signals, so they know where they are needed.
Emma finds herself curious about this arrangement and Julie tells her more as she massages her. She and Julie usually clean the main parts of the house either during the night or when the Professor is out teaching so not to be a disturbance. They both enjoy the terms of their employment and the benefits. They do most the grocery shopping, Donald keeping an ongoing list on an app they use when shopping. He pays for the groceries they buy for themselves also when they are shopping for him. Or have some of the meal they prepare for him for themselves later.
Emma wants to ask about other “subjects’ before her but is a bit hesitant. Julie seems to know what she is wondering and continues to explain.
“Since we arrived two years ago, the Professor has only had a couple others before you. Both were only around for a few weeks, and neither was ever allowed to stay overnight. He was very analytical with both and seemed more interested in their reactions to different stimulation than anything else.”
Julie chattered on, “He seems so different with you. Wanting sheets cleaned quickly after you two have used the bed. The meals he has fixed for you, he never ate or drank with the others at all. They would only be here a couple hours at a time, and he really showed no feeling about either. He was actually rather indifferent about them.”
Emma sighs in part from the kneading of Julie's strong fingers on her back, but more so learning that the Professor does seem to have feelings for her.
Finished with this new morning ritual, she climbs into the shower and begins to wash her hair when she feels a hand running up and down her spine. She jumps a little startled, but then she feels Donald step close to her, his hands moves his hands to caress her breasts. Now, this is even a better morning ritual.
He takes over washing her hair, and then soaping her whole body, taking time and care to do so. Emma in the return does the same to him.
Rinsed off they step out of the shower and towel each other off. Then Donald takes charge and with care and attention dries and styles her hair, then apply perfect makeup for a day out. Emma smiles in the mirror to him to let him know she likes the results.
Her hair has a lift to it and swings some as she walks. Which isn’t the only thing swinging as she walks now.
Donald’s clothes are laying on the bed which is now made with clean sheets. ‘Karen must have been here,’ Emma thinks as she smiles.
Donald puts on his boxers, khakis and polo shirt. Emma kneels in front of him and puts his socks on and help him slip into deck shoes. Looking up at him Emma is mesmerized by how handsome he is to her.
He helps her stand and sit on the bed as he gets her outfit for the day. Today she is wearing a rose-colored low-cut bra, and matching thong underwear. She has never worn anything like this before. The string sitting in her crack pulls at her some, and the small about of cloth in the front she feels reveals rather a bit of her snatch.
But Donald is smiling at the results of this lingerie on her.
The garter of the same rose he tucks on her has the straps hanging between her thighs and over her hips so her uncovered ass is still on full display. He brings out another rose dress, just a shade darker than the one she wore before, and in a different, more casual style, but rather a low cut. He lifts it over her head and pulls it down over her. The soft fabric against her bare ass is rather provoking.
Donald looks down on her as she stands in front of him and likes the view of her chest and breasts that are on display. Not exposing her nipples, but just the hint that they are right there, and he enjoys that Emma is aroused enough that they are hard, pushing out of her bra and dress to be on display.
The stockings and shoes are soon added to her attire. She is rather a vision of loveliness, a rare flower waiting to be plucked.
He gathers himself together and takes them to his car. As she climbs in the quick slap on her ass which is so welcoming to her, then him leaning over to put her seatbelt on. Such a sweet act of concern for her.
The drive takes over an hour and a half. The go to a small community tucked out of the way and for many overlooked. Which for their shopping trip is just how it needs to be.
Donald parks on the main street helps her out of the car and they walk down a side street in the town. This street seems to be hidden away in the same way, and the sign over the door of the shop they enter does not really say what it sold there. When they go inside the front of the shop holds different woodcraft and leather items. The owner seemed to know Donald and expecting him. He immediately leads them to a back private showroom.
There in the front room at the back of the shop is a table which has many wooden paddles of all shapes, sizes, different woods, and whose handles are all handcrafted in different patterns and carvings. Donald leads Emma to the table as he begins looking.
Emma looks up behind the display table and sees all colors and hues of soft leather hanging, along with what looked like it could be thin padding. An older man is working on a paddle at a nearby worktable.
Donald turns Emma’s attention back to the table of paddles and looking closer Emma gasps a little as she realizes most handles were shapes as phalli, with different sort of ridging, width and length.
Others have assorted designs with the same differences in size. The one that worries her the most, but her eyes keep going back to, is the one which is over nine inches long and well over five inches thick. Just looking at it, Emma shivers, thinking about where, if being spanked, it would most likely end up much of the time.
Donald must sense her concern as he pats Emma’s behind and points to another paddle.
Emma looks at the paddle and handle size and design, and sees it is just the right one for her. About seven inches long and three inches around, not the biggest, and not any way the smallest. Donald does always know.
Donald takes it to the workman at the table and asks him to take down several of the rosiest leathers. He holds each against Emma. For two of them, away from the workman’s and owner’s views, he lifts the back of Emma’s dress, holds them against her bare ass deciding.
When he was sure, and Emma’s dress back in place, she isn’t sure what he is going for. At least it isn’t the reddest rose, but it is a deep one, close to the blush which is unwillingly rising to Emma’s cheeks.
When Donald sees her blushing, he holds up his final choice to compare, and said, “Yes, I knew I made the right choice.”
The rose almost matches Emma’s dress, a little darker. Remembering what the dress reminds her of, and what they are buying, she blushes even deeper. She hopes Donald doesn’t notice and choose a darker shade of leather.
He talks with the workman about padding one side a bit but the other he says the thickness of the leather would work fine. He sits Emma down on the bench across from the workman and tells her to watch as the workman makes their “new friend.” He would be back shortly as he and the owner walk to another room at the back.
For the next hour or so, Emma watches as the workman first polishes the handle and all the wood surface to a glowing shine. He then works the leather, so it is soft and supple. He also adds more oil to the leather and works it in. Emma can tell someone does this to the hanging samples regularly as they all seem soft and well cared for.
The workman then cuts the padding, placing one thin layer on one side, then looking at Emma and smiling, added a second little thicker layer and winks at her. On the other side, which she knew was to have no padding, he again added just a layer and winks at me her again.
It is then that she realizes she has been leaning forward, her arms on her knees, watching his work. She blushes deeply as she gathers the view he must be having of her breasts. She sits upright and shyly smiles at him.
He covers the whole paddle head with the soft deep rose leather and stitches it all securely in place. Emma can tell that this paddle will last forever. And finds for some reason, watching it be made, the anticipation of what is to come, and her pearl necklace around her neck, she realizes she is dripping wet.
Emma acknowledges that she wants to feel this paddle used on her as soon as possible. But she also knows that Donald’s sense of ethics would never let him spank her for nothing. She will have to misbehave in some way to result in him feeling it is appropriate to use the paddle on her.
But what can she do to make this happen? She is just so happy with everything happening between them that she doesn’t know how she could be bad.
Separately, but as if they are both thinking the same thought, as Donald finishes paying for some other special items he bought, he is wondering also about how to make a situation arise to test out the new paddle on Emma. Could he push her in some way to make her be defiant or misbehave?
As the final rub down of the paddle is finished, Donald returns to Emma’s side. He can tell by the look on her face that she has been enjoying watching her new paddle being made. He also knows that the crotch of her panties is probably soaked. The image in his mind of this makes him harden a little. He shakes his head to remove such thoughts, for now.
Emma sees that he has a rather large bag which he holds very closed. She ponders what could be in that too.
Donald has already paid for the paddle so when finished he brings it to Emma to see for the first time up close. She feels the soft leather face of the paddle and her wetness increases. It is such a lushest supple feel and the thought of it spanking against her ass cheeks sends rushes through her.
For the first time, she looks closely at the carvings on the handle and she sees what it is. The end of the carving is a perfect glans. Rounded and a slight slit in the end. But the rest of the paddle’s shaft is carvings of men and women in different sexual positions. As she feels the shaft, she realizes that the groves of the carvings will add additional pleasure wherever Donald chooses to insert it in her.
She instinctively knows, considering her position over his lap when the paddle would be used, where this handle will mostly be put.
The paddle is put into another shopping bag and Donald tells her it is hers to carry now. Standing with the excitement of what had been happing and her anticipation, she is a little shaky for her first few steps until she composes herself.
They leave the shop and walk to the main street where the car is parked. Donald leads her to a pharmacy near where they are parked. Inside he tells her to wait by the door as he shops for a few things. Emma goes over to the magazine rack there and just looks over the covers.
Shortly, a man about her age comes in and walks over to her.
“Excuse me for bothering you, but do you know the way to Route 23 from here?”
Emma laughs in reply, “I am not really sure where I am right now either, I was driven here and didn’t pay that much attention. So, I guess we are two lost souls. Perhaps someone else here can help you.”
The man, amused by her response, and the magnificent view he has looking down on her, seeing she lovely breasts rise and fall with each her statements, chats and jokes with her a little more.
This interchange is not lost of Donald as he pays for his purchases. He is torn between the satisfaction that Emma has developed the confidence to chat and joke with men, and the throbbing anger that another man is invading his turf.
A few deep breaths Donald walks up to them and puts his arm around Emma’s waist as he asks the man if he could help him, calms him a good bit. He gives directions to the man and steers Emma out of the store.
This is the first time Emma has felt her Donald’s arms around her waist, and the sense of ownership she realizes is being displayed. She is awashed in pleasure at the sensation. He walks her down the street only a short way and they enter an older independent hotel which only small towns still seem to have.
It is after one o’clock, so as he steers her to their dining room, she is more than ready for lunch. They are set in a corner booth, the table spread with draping white tablecloth, fine crystal for water and wine, and sterling silverware are at each of their places.
‘Yes, this is a rather grand hotel,’ Emma thinks.
The waiter comes and asks if they would like drinks. Donald orders for them. The drinks are there in a moment, also in fine crystal. Then a steaming bread basket, freshly churned butter and lovely china side dishes placed before them.
Each time the waiter brings something, and he seems to have to return a lot, he looks lustfully at Emma and hovers where he can see down her dress. And Emma realizing the attention she is getting just smiles at him.
Donald watching is not amused. And Emma notices he is rather short with the waiter as he places their order.
The scent of the freshly baked bread is too much for Emma and she opens the basket and takes one out. But then endears herself to Donald, even more, when she holds it over his plate, to serve him first, with a questioning look. He just smiles and nods to her.
She cuts and butters his roll before taking and doing the same for herself. This act of simple servitude warms Donald’s heart. Though he still is not really pleased about the lustful attention Emma is getting, and her naïve encouraging response to it.
Their dinners begin to be served, and they chat as they eat each course. It is only as they are finishing their main dish that Emma begins chattering about what she had forgotten to tell him Thursday.
She relays to him about the bank president’s visit and the value of the bills, how much has been added to her mother’s stash. It is only as she gets to the part about the president asking her out to dinner, along with the waiter returning and the large smile Emma gives him as he clears their plates, that what neither of them could have imaged being able to orchestrate happens.
Donald has had enough. What is Emma becoming? Men right, left, center lusting after her, and she seems to encourage the attention. It has only been two weeks since she came to him the shy, unexposed, virginal woman. And after just a week of opening her to her sexuality, she is throwing herself at any man who interacts with her?
He knows he is being irrational, and also realizes it is mostly due to finding a reason to spank Emma with her new paddle. But he cannot help himself.
He refuses the suggestion of dessert offered by the waiter and gruffly tells him to bring their bill. He turns to Emma and tells her that this has been enough.
She looks at him uncomprehending.
“Emma, while I will in the future want you to expand your horizons, this display today, and you telling me about the bank president is too much.”
Still, Emma is confused.
“You cannot so display yourself, bending forward, squeezing your arms together as men look down on you or flirt so with others. Perhaps it is time to try out your new friend, so you begin to understand”
Still a little confused about how she has misbehaved, but the thought of oh yes, feeling it soon, she just lowers her head and whispers she is sorry.
The luncheon bill paid Donald leads her to the hotel registry desks and has her stand next to him as he arranges a room for them.
During this time, Emma begins to comprehend what Donald accused her of and realizes that yes, she perhaps had led some of these men on. But wasn’t that how Donald dressed her to be? But she doesn’t care, soon, even sooner than if they had to drive home first, she will be over the Professor’s knees and oh.
They take the elevator up, and they are soon in the room. Donald lays his packages on the couch and takes her bag from Emma. He brings out the paddle and sits on the bed. Emma knows to stand in front of him right now. He lays the paddle on the pillow and tells her to take off her dress and lay across his lap.
She meekly does as he instructed, including kicking her shoes off as she lays on the bed, her ass cheeks centered for what is to come. How she is laying she can see the paddle in front of her to look at until it is used. The thong does give him open access to her ass cheeks which he begins to spank with his hands.
Emma feels the first crack against her right cheek, and another on her left. Donald continues at a rather rapid pace at first back and forth getting her primed for what is ahead. She moans with each spank, and there are so many of them. Not really that hard yet, but enough to sting and make her juices flow.
After about five minutes of this, and she can feel the heat starting on each cheek, she watches with anticipation and Donald reaches for the paddle and takes it in his hand. She sees him grip the handle and then feels him rub the paddle all around each ass cheek.
The softness of the leather being rubbed against her is in itself arousing, but when Donald lifts the paddle and the first spank from it hit her, she almost spurts her juices. She feels bad that she is really messing on Donald’s pants, but she can’t help herself. This is even better than she imagined as she watched the workman stitch the paddle together.
Over and over the spanks with the paddle come. Tears are running down her face, her legs are kicking, and her ass rises to accept each new blow. After about twenty spanks all over her ass cheeks and thighs she can’t hold back anymore and her body shutters, her back arches up, and she cries out in rapture.
Donald realizes what is just overtaking Emma, as he has been feeling more and more of her milky girl cum on his leg for a while now and know his pant thigh is soaked with it. He spanks her a few more time to let her totally complete this unique way of cumming for her, and then lays the paddle aside and rubs her ass cheeks which are now the color of the paddle.
Emma just whimpers as she descends for the summit she just peaked at. Donald’s hands now caressing her feel so wonderful. The paddle is wonderful. Her tears flowing is wonderful. The pain and pleasure she feels on her ass and thighs are wonderful. Everything for her right now is wonderful.
Donald runs his other hand on the back of her neck and feels how damp she is, and further realizes the intensity of her orgasm.
When Emma has calmed, he helps her stand and he takes the thong panties off her and tells her to lay on the bed on her stomach. He stands as she lays down and chuckling tells her that he needs to do something about his trousers. She hears him go to the bathroom and the running water.
When Donald returns, he is naked and has a small bottle of lotion from the bathroom. She sees that he is at attention. The spanking must have provoked him also.
He sits beside her and drips the lotion over her cheeks. The coolness of it feels nice. But when his hands begin to softly rub it in, she feels herself moving to a second peak. At this moment she wants Donald so bad. And in realizing this, understands how her mother must have felt each time.
And Donald is feeling this need for Emma at the moment too. He lifts her ass, so she is on her knees and he moves behind between her legs. He spreads them wide, and while wanting, needing to be deep inside her as soon as he can, he savors the view of her dripping vulva, the redness of her labia dripping with her sweet nectar only makes him harder.
He slowly runs his glans up and down her wet slit, lubricating it, as Emma just moans in anticipation.
He controls himself, so he can tease her some now. Is this just a bit more of her punishment or to bring her maximum pleasure? Then remembering the men he saw her flirting with, and her reporting of the bank president’s lust for her, he rams into her deeply. Yes, he is who gets to experience Emma’s tight love box, only him. No others can have this pleasure, nor will only if he decides to allow them.
He thrusts and thrusts over and over into Emma. She screams with joy, then presses her face into the pillow so not to be so loud as she realizes it is only late afternoon and they are in a hotel.
The feel of Donald all up in her, pressing with each thrust against the back of her vagina is taking her to a new peak. This one even higher than the others. Could it be possible? She moves in harmony with him and starts to clench against him with each new thrust.
This increasing passion climaxes shortly with them both crying out in elation. They fall to the bed together and after some clutching and kissing, Emma lowers herself to Donald’s dick and balls and licks and sucks them clean. He moans with delight as she does so.
Donald pulls her back up to his side and together wiggling and adjusting they pull the covers down and up over them. They snuggle together, and Donald tells her that when they get home, she will get her seventeenth pearl, but now let them just sleep for a little.
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E33: Emma’s discovery and the surprise of Pearl Sixteen
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Posted:Dec 9, 2018 11:02 am
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2018 11:09 am
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Donald tells Emma to go clean herself up and he will get their dinner ready. She hurries to her bedroom, naked, as Donald is too. They now feel so comfortable this way around his house.
At the doorway, to the room, she stops dead as she gasps at what she sees.
There is a woman, in her late twenties, with shoulder-length brown hair, and a tight tank top over her ample bosoms, a short jean skirt, and slide on sneakers. She is tan all over to a golden brown. Seeing her Emma just stands for a moment with her eyes and mouth wide open.
The woman is much the same, looking like a deer in headlights.
Emma comes to herself first, and steps into the room, her hand outstretched, “Hello, I am Emma, and you are?”
The woman gathers herself, puts the rest of the clean underwear into the dresser drawer and steps to greet Emma and shake hands. It is a little strange doing this with a naked woman, but Emma seems to have such confidence right now.
“Hi, I am Karen. I work as the Professor’s housekeeper. Well, actually Julie and I do.”
Emma really is rather nervous about all this, but she keeps her pose.
“It is nice to meet you Karen and I will look forward to knowing Julie also. I wondered how everything was cleaned so quickly and thoroughly this last week. You both do an excellent job.”
Donald hears Emma’s voice from the living room and comes to the doorway of her room to see what is going on. There is a flash of annoyance on his face realizing that Karen has been revealed. Something he did not want to happen yet, but in a way, it is probably for the best.
He walks over to the bed and presses a button behind the headboard and in moments Julie has joined them.
She looks so similar to Karen in dress and figure, only her blonde hair distinguishes one from the other really.
“Well, Emma, it seems you have met Karen, and this is Julie. They take care of the house and are here to cater to our needs as they arise. They both are attending the college, and this is an easy source of income for them. The hours, while sometimes erratic, are not many, and they are paid well. They have plenty of time to study and they live, rent-free, in the cottage behind the house so one or the other is readily available when I need them,” Donald explains.
Emma has a bit of a frown on her face seeing these beautiful women who more or less live with Donald, at his beck and call when needed. But then Julie hurries to Karen’s side and holds her hand, her head resting on Karen’s shoulder. Emma realizes that the two are a couple, and while she still is uneasy about them being so close and fully a part of Donald’s household, she relaxes a little.
“I really was saving telling you about them until next week, but this is fine. It will be easier now that they do not have to be so stealthy changing sheets and cleaning the kitchen.”
Emma smiles some to herself thinking about the inklings she has had all last week, and how they had not been so discreet with their undertaking really. She also realizes she and Donald are standing naked in front of them both right now.
But the favorable looks both are giving her as they admire her body sends rapid shivers of enjoyment through her body. For some reason, even women appreciating her body now gives her pleasure.
She greets Julie now also and thanks them both for how well they keep things up here.
Donald tells them he will call them back shortly, but they can go for now.
“Emma, I am proud of you for how well you conducted yourself in an unusual situation. You show the pose and sophistication I so want you to develop.”
Emma just blushes at such a sweet compliment from Donald.
She tells him she has so many questions to ask if it is alright, but right now, from all she has endured the last two hours, she really needs to pee.
Donald laughs at her open honesty, scoops her up into his arms and carries her to the toilet. He pulls over the stool and sits beside her for them to chat. But, seeing the strain, anguish and desire on her face, he gently spreads her legs and places his fingers against her still so raw and swollen slit.
Gently rubbing her clitoris helps her to relax and the pee begins to flow out of her in a giant stream over Donald’s fingers. The warm wetness gushing over him is rather arousing for some reason to him, and while he had planned something along these lines down the road a bit to try with Emma, the moment seems to have arrived.
Her legs spread wide, he stands in front of her, and holding and aiming his cock, Donald begins to spray his piss over her pussy, aiming for her clit. Emma moans in delight at this and stretches her legs apart, even more, to enjoy this on slaughter.
Both finished, Donald shakes himself between her legs, and sitting again takes some tissue and wipes Emma dry. But the guttural moans coming from her now makes him drop the paper but continue to caress her burning pearl more.
He realizes that the last few hours of build up without release have finally reached the need for fruition for Emma, and as he increases the pressure to help her relieve this craving, he is amazed at the sounds coming from her. She throws herself back against the toilet and widens her legs even more.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh,” Emma pants over and over, getting louder and faster with each interval.
“Yes, oh, oh, ooh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ooh, ooh, please, oh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” she gasps as her face and neck redden.
“Ooh, yes, uh, uh, yes,” as she grabs Donald hand and presses his fingers harder against her, directing him with her hand over his to go faster and faster.
“Please, oh, oh, yes, uh, uh, uh, uh,” she moans in a final high-pitched frenzy. Her body shakes uncontrollably as her back arches forward and he can feel the heat steaming from her throbbing twat. And as juices spurt from her, so does a little pee as she finally, after hours of build up, releases all she has had held back.
She is frozen in that position for what seems like minutes, but it is only a few seconds before she relaxes, sweat beading on her brow.
But, actually watching someone in full light reach such heights of intensity is a first for Donald, and the researcher in him wants to be sure to remember every detail to document. Sure, they have done laboratory studies before, but never with someone so on edge as Emma had been, nor seeing them cum so strongly as she just did.
He wets a cloth and wipes her forehead and face, caressing it lovingly as he does. The redness of her face lightens, and her heavy breathing slows. She looks at him as just seeing him from coming out of a daze.
“Emma, are you alright?” he asks her with concern.
She just smiles at him and nods her head. He brings a glass of water to her lips to sip and she gulps down the glassful greedily.
Composed again now, Emma thanks Donald over and over for helping her scratch that itch which had been irritating her so. He can only laugh at her analogy and such understatement.
Then sitting there in such an unusual place, they begin to talk, Emma asking about Karen and Julie, him answering and explaining as his fingers stay lingering on her slit. For some reason, it just seems like a normal way for them to have a conversation at the moment.
“So, who are these women? How long have they been working for you? Why have you kept them so secret from me? Do you have a relationship with them? Have you? Are they a couple? Is it alright that they see us both naked as they did? How should I act with them?” questions now just spill forth from Emma, her curiosity about what she discovered getting the better of her.
Donald snickers at her sudden vocalness, he loves when she becomes excited about things and just gushes out at him. It is like when she told him about the discovery of her mother’s diary. These occasions bring out all her charm and enthusiasm eluding such joy from herself.
“One question at a time,” he tells her, his other hand now stroking her inner thigh. Her hands have moved and are doing the same to him as they sit so close together in this odd setting.
“Karen and Julie are together, a couple, they have been since they were freshmen. Now they are both working on their PhDs in behavioral psychology. I had them in different classes over the years, and about two years ago, when my last housekeeper, who was in her sixties, retired, I suggested them taking over the position together. It allows them free housing, easy access to the university, plenty of time to devote to their studies, and they are both very good cleaners and cooks. It has worked out wonderfully for me."
He continues, “They are interested in the studies I have conducted, and the results help to augment their own research. For the most part, I have kept them hidden from experiment subjects when they have been here so not to skew the data. But you have been different, and I knew I would want you to eventually know about them, and they help with your development. I had just not planned on you finding out so abruptly as you did tonight.
He adds, “I have never had anything but an employer and teacher relationship with them but do admire their intelligence and insight when we talk. They are totally committed to each other, so I do not think there would be any chance of anything with them ever.
Donald concludes with, “Just act yourself, and it is fine for them to see us like this. They seem to enjoy the view of you, you are very lovely to look at. I plan for them to help you relax more as you often seem stressed with the cares of the world.”
With that Donald leaned and kissed Emma with great affection. Wiping her dripping juices from her once more, he helps her stand, telling her he does want to show her something.
He leads her past the tub and shower to the far side of the bathroom where there is a door she had never really paid attention to. He opens it revealing another room. On one side is a tanning bed, the other a massage table. There are cabinets and shelves with towels and lotions between them.
“I want you to feel your best from now on, so each morning, before you ready yourself for the day, come in here, spend a few minutes in the bed to bring out a glow to you, and then either Karen or Julie, or even perhaps both of them with giving you a massage to get your circulation going for the day.”
The idea of this pampering of her enthralls Emma and she just smiles and hugs Donald in gratitude.
“Why don’t you start now, while I do finally fix some dinner for us.”
Donald shows her how to turn on the tanning bed, and she climbs in it, setting the timer for ten minutes, and as it starts, she hears him leave through what she sees is a second door to the back hall. She unwinds from all that has happened in the last few hours as she feels the heat warm her body. When the bed turns off, and she lifts the lid she finds Karen standing next to it with a large towel in her hands.
Karen helps her up on the massage table where she lays on her stomach as Karen begins to rub her tight shoulders. Her pressure is wonderful, harder than what she had felt from Sasha earlier, but very rewarding in how it seems to help her muscles loosen and enjoy the attention they are now receiving.
Karen massages her shoulders, arms and legs as Emma sighs over and over with contentment. Finished, Karen helps her up and tells her she has time to shower if she wants to before Donald has dinner completed.
Smiling to herself over the lavish of attention she is now receiving, Emma does shower and readies herself for dinner. She again realizes how starved she is, so hurries to complete her toiletries.
She walks into the kitchen which is aglow with candlelight and heady aromas of a delicious meal awaiting her.
Donald greets her and asks in a consoling way if she wants to take her usual, plug seat, or sit on a different chair. Suddenly wanting to feel that up in her seems like the ideal thing for while she eats and tells him so.
He preps her and the plug and helps her adjust herself on it, then brings a steaming casserole and salad to the table. Crispy bread and wine complete the menu. Comfortably, like this is just the most normal dinner between two individuals who enjoy each other’s company immensely they eat and chat. She tells him more about growing up, which now with all that has been revealed about her parents takes on a new dimension and awareness as she talks.
When dinner is finished, Donald undoes her necklace, and a sixteenth pearl is added, “For your acceptance and willingness to share such an intimate thing as us peeing,” he tells her.
She blushes remembering how she had enjoyed and reacted to feeling him spray his urine over her pussy, hoping that was just the first time. She realizes she would like it to happen again from time to time.
He helps her from the table, and seeing the hour now, they head to bed where they hug, caress, and then slowly and tenderly make love. And as they fall to slumber afterward, Emma snug in his arms, Donald does realize that yes, for the first time, not just with Emma, but with anyone, he had just made love, not just concluded an act of sexual intercourse.
Realizing this, and the feeling of completeness Emma gives him he is truly happy.
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E032: Pearl Fifteen
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Posted:Nov 25, 2018 9:23 am
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Friday morning at the college with his colleagues, Donald is called to task on his most recent research and his not reporting more on how it is going with Subject Z. He assures them that even yesterday he brought his notes up to date. But they persist in knowing why they have not seen any results, two weeks into the experiment.
Hearing Emma referred to as that pulls at Donald, though he keeps his composure. He explains about the first week’s need for separation to prepare the subject for what was to come. His colleagues are in awe over his brief explanation of depriving Subject Z of any further stimulation for seven days and the effects on her.
When he mentions that she has just completed the fourteenth level, not mentioning Emma’s pearl rewards for each, they are amazed and beg to soon be able to read his report of his findings. When he mentions that he has found primary proof of hereditary trends to a sexual leaning he could almost see them drooling.
But he tells them that they must wait until he has fully investigated this part and the subject completes all levels of the program planned out for her.
Deep inside Donald does feel a little guilty about putting Emma on display in this way, but his overall yearning for attention, praise and adulation, which is always readily given to him, has made him somewhat of a conceited, arrogant and egotistical male. The success of his book has only added to this level of vanity. So, when his colleagues fawn over him and his every word like this, he lets it go to his head, swelling it out of proportion.
This adulation carries him through the day and makes him think about the next levels which he must take Emma to. He plans out the next week of events, smiling as he does. Seeming to forget the splendor he felt last night with her.
But, with the plans ahead in place, as he drives home, he is awash with the memories of last night, and how Emma had enthusiastically tried everything new he suggested, and even took the lead too. Her ability to amaze and make him cum over and over astonishes him. In this last week, he has cum more than he had ever done in years and so many times in one day.
No, Emma is much more than just his Subject Z. And he begins to have second thoughts about what he plans for her. But then realizes she will relish in each if she is all that he thinks she is.
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At Donald’s house, Emma goes to her room and unpacks the suitcase, leaving the wonderful book from yesterday on the coffee table. She does scan through it a bit more, getting wetter and wetter with each new position she sees for them to try. The scissor looks like something she would like to try very soon.
Her phone pings and she sees a message from Donald telling her to get completely undressed and be on her spot in the living room at four o’clock. She has five minutes to comply and quickly prepares herself and is on her mark in the living room. Shivering a little in the cool breezes which flows over her.
Moments later the Professor, naked, walks into the room and up in front of her. She moves her hand from behind her neck and holds out the fourteenth pearl to him. Shaking his head, understanding, he undoes her necklace and they go through the ritual of her receiving it. Her necklace is now over half full it seems.
Donald allows this interruption to the beginning of today’s lesson as it pleases him to know she needs him to place each pearl on her.
Then, standing near to her, but not so close that their bodies touch, he begins to lightly run his fingers up and now her arms, back and forth over her back, over her breasts, just fluttering against her nipples, down her legs and back up again.
The soft touch begins waves to flow through Emma again. Her body trembles with the lust building now in her.
Donald steps away and comes back with a vibrator in his hand. His other hand motions her to spread her legs wide. She does as commanded. After lightly running a finger up and down her dripping slit to bring juices to lubricate her clit, he turns the vibrator on low to start and touches it against the begging button of her clit.
Emma moans in desire. The feelings are wafting over her bringing her closer and closer to climax. But before she reaches it Donald pulls the vibrator away from her making her moan in anguish. He walks away from her leaving her to stand this way.
A few minutes later he comes back with a glass of scotch on the rocks in his hand. He lifts it to her lips for a small sip, then drinks more of it himself.
The vibrator is back between her lower lips, on a higher speed now, and again she builds and builds and is at the summit when again he pulls it away. She almost weeps in frustration this time.
Again, and again Donald does this to her over the next hour. Bringing her to almost the culmination but stealing it from her before she crashes over. By then she is getting weak in the knees and almost tipping over.
Only then he turns her and hand on her ass directs her to the glass coffee table in the living room. He has her lie on her back, the coolness of the glass making her gasp. He raises her arms above her head and has her hold on to both sides of the table. He places a small pillow under her head and then spreads her legs, so they are on each side of the table now. Her lower lips and slit so exposed, swollen and red that they are. She is like a frog ready for Donald to dissect.
He smiles down at her as he begins to run a peacock feather over her body making her squirm in delight from the feel of the softness gently tickling over her. Emma feels the juices flowing out of her run down her crack and thighs. Some just pooling around her back hole. The wetness against her is somewhat annoying but the gentle breeze which floats over her cools her.
Again, the vibrator comes out and begins to taunt her again and again. She moans in vexation as again she is so close, but it is grabbed from her reach.
Donald does stroke her hair a little and tells her she is doing very well. This pleases her to know but does not diminishes the rising lust and need driving her now. He goes on and on this way for another hour. It is past six o’clock now, she has tears running down her face, she is so sore and swollen between her legs, she is exasperated beyond any plane she has ever felt before, and her stomach is growling.
Donald brings her so close one more time, knowing she has probably handled all she can today. He is flabbergasted about how much she has endured, with hardly a whimper. No one has ever lasted this long without screaming for him to stop. Her endurance and willingness to accept whatever he delivers to her makes him weak realizing the dominance he has over her.
He helps her up and holds her on his lap on the couch. Tears are flowing down her cheeks now knowing she has been released. He strokes her head, neck and back. Dries her tears, kisses her eyes, and lift the glass for her to drink some more as she calms herself.
When she is composed, he unhooks her necklace and she feels the fifteenth pearl being added. She smiles through her tears at him and kisses him softly.
Donald asks her what that all felt like for her, and she stumbles over her words as she tries to explain the feeling of being so close, and how while not peaking it was so wonderful, but how draining it felt when the so close reward was snatched from her. She finishes by stammering and amazing herself as she says it.
“In a way it was euphoric, being so close, so many times, it was almost like I had cum each time, but the denial of that final inch added to the enrapturing I felt.”
‘This woman, this gem, how did she find her way into his life?’ is all that Donald can think. He had hardened many times while she moved towards each peak, but he denied himself the same release as he did her, so understood exactly how Emma explained it.
E33: Emma’s discovery and the surprise of Pearl Sixteen
Donald tells Emma to go clean herself up and he will get their dinner ready. She hurries to her bedroom, naked, as Donald is too. They now feel so comfortable this way around his house.
At the doorway, to the room, she stops dead as she gasps at what she sees.
There is a woman, in her late twenties, with shoulder-length brown hair, and a tight tank top over her ample bosoms, a short jean skirt, and slide on sneakers. She is tan all over to a golden brown. Seeing her Emma just stands for a moment with her eyes and mouth wide open.
The woman is much the same, looking like a deer in headlights.
Emma comes to herself first, and steps into the room, her hand outstretched, “Hello, I am Emma, and you are?”
The woman gathers herself, puts the rest of the clean underwear into the dresser drawer and steps to greet Emma and shake hands. It is a little strange doing this with a naked woman, but Emma seems to have such confidence right now.
“Hi, I am Karen. I work as the Professor’s housekeeper. Well, actually Julie and I do.”
Emma really is rather nervous about all this, but she keeps her pose.
“It is nice to meet you Karen and I will look forward to knowing Julie also. I wondered how everything was cleaned so quickly and thoroughly this last week. You both do an excellent job.”
Donald hears Emma’s voice from the living room and comes to the doorway of her room to see what is going on. There is a flash of annoyance on his face realizing that Karen has been revealed. Something he did not want to happen yet, but in a way, it is probably for the best.
He walks over to the bed and presses a button behind the headboard and in moments Julie has joined them.
She looks so similar to Karen in dress and figure, only her blonde hair distinguishes one from the other really.
“Well, Emma, it seems you have met Karen, and this is Julie. They take care of the house and are here to cater to our needs as they arise. They both are attending the college, and this is an easy source of income for them. The hours, while sometimes erratic, are not many, and they are paid well. They have plenty of time to study and they live, rent-free, in the cottage behind the house so one or the other is readily available when I need them,” Donald explains.
Emma has a bit of a frown on her face seeing these beautiful women who more or less live with Donald, at his beck and call when needed. But then Julie hurries to Karen’s side and holds her hand, her head resting on Karen’s shoulder. Emma realizes that the two are a couple, and while she still is uneasy about them being so close and fully a part of Donald’s household, she relaxes a little.
“I really was saving telling you about them until next week, but this is fine. It will be easier now that they do not have to be so stealthy changing sheets and cleaning the kitchen.”
Emma smiles some to herself thinking about the inklings she has had all last week, and how they had not been so discreet with their undertaking really. She also realizes she and Donald are standing naked in front of them both right now.
But the favorable looks both are giving her as they admire her body sends rapid shivers of enjoyment through her body. For some reason, even women appreciating her body now gives her pleasure.
She greets Julie now also and thanks them both for how well they keep things up here.
Donald tells them he will call them back shortly, but they can go for now.
“Emma, I am proud of you for how well you conducted yourself in an unusual situation. You show the pose and sophistication I so want you to develop.”
Emma just blushes at such a sweet compliment from Donald.
She tells him she has so many questions to ask if it is alright, but right now, from all she has endured the last two hours, she really needs to pee.
Donald laughs at her open honesty, scoops her up into his arms and carries her to the toilet. He pulls over the stool and sits beside her for them to chat. But, seeing the strain, anguish and desire on her face, he gently spreads her legs and places his fingers against her still so raw and swollen slit.
Gently rubbing her clitoris helps her to relax and the pee begins to flow out of her in a giant stream over Donald’s fingers. The warm wetness gushing over him is rather arousing for some reason to him, and while he had planned something along these lines down the road a bit to try with Emma, the moment seems to have arrived.
Her legs spread wide, he stands in front of her, and holding and aiming his cock, Donald begins to spray his piss over her pussy, aiming for her clit. Emma moans in delight at this and stretches her legs apart, even more, to enjoy this on slaughter.
Both finished, Donald shakes himself between her legs, and sitting again takes some tissue and wipes Emma dry. But the guttural moans coming from her now makes him drop the paper but continue to caress her burning pearl more.
He realizes that the last few hours of build up without release have finally reached the need for fruition for Emma, and as he increases the pressure to help her relieve this craving, he is amazed at the sounds coming from her. She throws herself back against the toilet and widens her legs even more.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh,” Emma pants over and over, getting louder and faster with each interval.
“Yes, oh, oh, ooh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ooh, ooh, please, oh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” she gasps as her face and neck redden.
“Ooh, yes, uh, uh, yes,” as she grabs Donald hand and presses his fingers harder against her, directing him with her hand over his to go faster and faster.
“Please, oh, oh, yes, uh, uh, uh, uh,” she moans in a final high-pitched frenzy. Her body shakes uncontrollably as her back arches forward and he can feel the heat steaming from her throbbing twat. And as juices spurt from her, so does a little pee as she finally, after hours of build up, releases all she has had held back.
She is frozen in that position for what seems like minutes, but it is only a few seconds before she relaxes, sweat beading on her brow.
But, actually watching someone in full light reach such heights of intensity is a first for Donald, and the researcher in him wants to be sure to remember every detail to document. Sure, they have done laboratory studies before, but never with someone so on edge as Emma had been, nor seeing them cum so strongly as she just did.
He wets a cloth and wipes her forehead and face, caressing it lovingly as he does. The redness of her face lightens, and her heavy breathing slows. She looks at him as just seeing him from coming out of a daze.
“Emma, are you alright?” he asks her with concern.
She just smiles at him and nods her head. He brings a glass of water to her lips to sip and she gulps down the glassful greedily.
Composed again now, Emma thanks Donald over and over for helping her scratch that itch which had been irritating her so. He can only laugh at her analogy and such understatement.
Then sitting there in such an unusual place, they begin to talk, Emma asking about Karen and Julie, him answering and explaining as his fingers stay lingering on her slit. For some reason, it just seems like a normal way for them to have a conversation at the moment.
“So, who are these women? How long have they been working for you? Why have you kept them so secret from me? Do you have a relationship with them? Have you? Are they a couple? Is it alright that they see us both naked as they did? How should I act with them?” questions now just spill forth from Emma, her curiosity about what she discovered getting the better of her.
Donald snickers at her sudden vocalness, he loves when she becomes excited about things and just gushes out at him. It is like when she told him about the discovery of her mother’s diary. These occasions bring out all her charm and enthusiasm eluding such joy from herself.
“One question at a time,” he tells her, his other hand now stroking her inner thigh. Her hands have moved and are doing the same to him as they sit so close together in this odd setting.
“Karen and Julie are together, a couple, they have been since they were freshmen. Now they are both working on their PhDs in behavioral psychology. I had them in different classes over the years, and about two years ago, when my last housekeeper, who was in her sixties, retired, I suggested them taking over the position together. It allows them free housing, easy access to the university, plenty of time to devote to their studies, and they are both very good cleaners and cooks. It has worked out wonderfully for me."
He continues, “They are interested in the studies I have conducted, and the results help to augment their own research. For the most part, I have kept them hidden from experiment subjects when they have been here so not to skew the data. But you have been different, and I knew I would want you to eventually know about them, and they help with your development. I had just not planned on you finding out so abruptly as you did tonight.
He adds, “I have never had anything but an employer and teacher relationship with them but do admire their intelligence and insight when we talk. They are totally committed to each other, so I do not think there would be any chance of anything with them ever.
Donald concludes with, “Just act yourself, and it is fine for them to see us like this. They seem to enjoy the view of you, you are very lovely to look at. I plan for them to help you relax more as you often seem stressed with the cares of the world.”
With that Donald leaned and kissed Emma with great affection. Wiping her dripping juices from her once more, he helps her stand, telling her he does want to show her something.
He leads her past the tub and shower to the far side of the bathroom where there is a door she had never really paid attention to. He opens it revealing another room. On one side is a tanning bed, the other a massage table. There are cabinets and shelves with towels and lotions between them.
“I want you to feel your best from now on, so each morning, before you ready yourself for the day, come in here, spend a few minutes in the bed to bring out a glow to you, and then either Karen or Julie, or even perhaps both of them with giving you a massage to get your circulation going for the day.”
The idea of this pampering of her enthralls Emma and she just smiles and hugs Donald in gratitude.
“Why don’t you start now, while I do finally fix some dinner for us.”
Donald shows her how to turn on the tanning bed, and she climbs in it, setting the timer for ten minutes, and as it starts, she hears him leave through what she sees is a second door to the back hall. She unwinds from all that has happened in the last few hours as she feels the heat warm her body. When the bed turns off, and she lifts the lid she finds Karen standing next to it with a large towel in her hands.
Karen helps her up on the massage table where she lays on her stomach as Karen begins to rub her tight shoulders. Her pressure is wonderful, harder than what she had felt from Sasha earlier, but very rewarding in how it seems to help her muscles loosen and enjoy the attention they are now receiving.
Karen massages her shoulders, arms and legs as Emma sighs over and over with contentment. Finished, Karen helps her up and tells her she has time to shower if she wants to before Donald has dinner completed.
Smiling to herself over the lavish of attention she is now receiving, Emma does shower and readies herself for dinner. She again realizes how starved she is, so hurries to complete her toiletries.
She walks into the kitchen which is aglow with candlelight and heady aromas of a delicious meal awaiting her.
Donald greets her and asks in a consoling way if she wants to take her usual, plug seat, or sit on a different chair. Suddenly wanting to feel that up in her seems like the ideal thing for while she eats and tells him so.
He preps her and the plug and helps her adjust herself on it, then brings a steaming casserole and salad to the table. Crispy bread and wine complete the menu. Comfortably, like this is just the most normal dinner between two individuals who enjoy each other’s company immensely they eat and chat. She tells him more about growing up, which now with all that has been revealed about her parents takes on a new dimension and awareness as she talks.
When dinner is finished, Donald undoes her necklace, and a sixteenth pearl is added, “For your acceptance and willingness to share such an intimate thing as us peeing,” he tells her.
She blushes remembering how she had enjoyed and reacted to feeling him spray his urine over her pussy, hoping that was just the first time. She realizes she would like it to happen again from time to time.
He helps her from the table, and seeing the hour now, they head to bed where they hug, caress, and then slowly and tenderly make love. And as they fall to slumber afterward, Emma snug in his arms, Donald does realize that yes, for the first time, not just with Emma, but with anyone, he had just made love, not just concluded an act of sexual intercourse.
Realizing this, and the feeling of completeness Emma gives him he is truly happy.
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E31: Another spa appointment
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Posted:Nov 24, 2018 7:20 pm
Last Updated:Dec 21, 2018 7:02 pm
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When Emma wakes up Donald is gone. She cannot help it, but a tear comes to her eye over it. But on the nightstand is another written note from him in his wonderful firm script.
Emma,
I wanted to let you sleep in some. Thank you for last night, you did wonderfully. Don’t forget your spa appointment today and be at my house by four o’clock.
D
Lying next to the note is her fourteenth pearl.
She does not want to put it on herself, so she takes and places it in her purse for Donald to add to her chain when she sees him.
It is a little strange waking in her parents’ bed, but as she stretches herself and thinks about the wonders of last night she just smiles sheepishly.
Seeing the time though, she hurries to get ready in the outfit Donald brought for her to wear today. She loves the emerald green dress he picked for her, and the feel of the white fishnets, something new, against her legs is exquisite.
Dressed and ready to go she hurries downstairs, suddenly remembers the mess that was left from dinner the night before. But when she investigates the dining room everything is back in order, and in the kitchen, there is nothing to clean.
‘Had Donald done all this for her?’ This kind and considerate side of him touches her deeply.
She grabs a cup of tea and some toast and is on her way. She almost starts for the front door before she remembers her car is now in the garage. And then she remembers her suitcase and hurries back upstairs for it.
She sees the wonderful book from yesterday still sitting on her now ruffled bed and puts it in the case before carrying it to her car.
She arrives in plenty of time for her appointment, and as she sits waiting, she begins to remember last week with Sasha. ‘Why is there this rush running through her as she thinks of Sasha’s touch and breath?’
When they come for her, she is taken first to have her nails done. She is a little disappointed but then the anticipation grows in her as she has them done. She is patient and accepts the color they apply, knowing that Donald mandated it for today.
When finished, she is escorted to Sasha’s room. Again, the lights are low, and she quickly undresses in anticipation of her arrival. Emma is laying on her back on the table with just the towel over her when Sasha enters.
“Oh, how nice you are ready for me Emma. I thought that getting your nails out of the way first would allow you to relax and enjoy your waxing and massage much better.”
Emma just looks into her lovely deep brown eyes and smiles. “Thank you. I think it might be nicer this way,” she replies.
It is much like the initial time a week ago, but different. First Sasha lifts the towel to Emma’s waist right away, exposing her totally to her. Then Sasha takes her time lifting, spreading her legs, and pulling her even closer to her. From the start Emma can feel Sasha’s breath blowing over her slit, wetting it though she tries to stop herself.
But, as she drips, and feels this soft breeze wafting over her, the shivers that run through her just reminds her of the joy Donald gave her last night.
Seeing Emma begin to drip Sasha just smiles to herself. She spreads Emma’s legs and begins to lift the short hairs between her fingers and clip them close. Today she does not for an assistant.
Emma feels Sasha’s fingers moving around her mons and down the sides of her lips. Occasionally, Sasha slides a finger between the lips and runs up and down her slit, in a searching way for any wayward hairs. Or so Emma imagines.
Rather, each time Sasha does fill her finger with some of Emma’s juices she lifts it to her nose to inhale the scent and then lick it quickly clean to enjoy the nectars. On her back, Emma does not realize this is happening. Rather just the flush running through her body at Sasha’s touch and administrations.
When finished with her crotch, her legs and underarms waxed, the feel of Sasha’s soft fingers applying the oil all over her body is mesmerizing to Emma. She tries to keep herself from enjoying this lust running through her as Sasha massages every part of her body, but she can’t help herself and gives into the rapture and lets out a small moan of pleasure.
Hearing it, Sasha just nods her head to herself, ‘yes!’
Sasha’s fingers, soft as feathers, running over her body, between her thighs mesmerizes Emma. When she rolls over on her stomach, Emma feels the warm oil dripping down her crack. Sasha’s magic fingers run up and down before massaging her back special tunnel and pressing some of the oil in, just to her sphincter and twirling there a little.
Electric throbs radiate from that central spot, out over her body to her fingertips and toes. The pleasure Emma feels from this treatment is beyond belief. Emma tells herself that she is only feeling the rush run through her as she is at such a peak from last night with Donald. But deep down she does wonder some.
Finishing with Emma, Sasha does linger sitting again between her legs and leans in to inhale her splendid fragrance once more. Sasha’s heavy breathing against Emma’s exposed wet slit makes her moan once again, and wiggle some.
Sasha helps Emma up, and this time, Emma stands without the towel covering her, allowing Sasha to enjoy the magnificence of Emma who now is so much more confident in her body. She wants to reach out and touch every curve and crease, but Sasha knows she can’t. At least not yet.
She marvels at what a difference just one week with the Professor has done to Emma. She finds herself curious about what has happened in these last seven days to make Emma blossom so.
She tells Emma that she hopes she enjoyed this week’s session, and then on an impulse lean and hugs her and kisses her cheek.
Emma is a little surprised by the gesture but is not disturbed by it. Rather she clumsily hugs Sasha back. Her bare breasts pressing against Sasha’s covered ones. Both of their nipples are firm and rigid as they hug. Both feeling the others against their own.
Emma hastily dresses as soon as Sasha leaves, wondering what these strange feeling running through her are about. There is a flush on her face as she leaves the salon and goes to her car.
Emma sees she has a couple of hours until she needs to be at Donald’s house and decides to drive to where she first waited for his on her new smartphone. That day seems so long ago now, but only just a couple of weeks.
She pulls into the same out-of-the-way spot and first looks at her phone with wonder overall it has opened her to these several days. She touches each pearl around her neck and ponders over each she has earned, and for what she did to be awarded them.
The first, for the night which began it all, feeling the pleasure of his touch, and the initial time a vibrator was between her legs. Yes, then she did not know the joys of cumming, but the gratification of that initial experience was something she will always remember.
The second, a week later when she first felt Donald enter her with his cock and brought all her nerves alive and the sensation it carried with it. Finally, after she was forty-years-old she had her first orgasm. Then not knowing how many she would have to follow in just one week.
The third pearl for learning to enjoy his prick between her breasts and how to allow him to release himself in this way.
Fourth, the wonderful feel of his fingers on her slit, in her love cave and rubbing and polishing her clit.
As she thinks of how she earned this pearl the memory of it starts her dripping.
The fifth, when her Professor had instructed her how to jerk to harden him and bring him to climax. And the sixth, with his direction, she mastered sucking his cock and balls to pleasure him even more.
Why does she find that learned skill so enjoyable to engage in she wonders? And her dripping increases.
The seventh, oh yes, the seventh, bending over the kitchen table, imagining others watching as she felt his fingers go up in her asshole, stretching and bringing her to a new level of bliss.
Then the wonderful bath, and fucking in that new way, her bent forward in front of him while still in the tub for the eighth.
Her fingers so want to touch herself right now to relieve all that is building up in her, but she knows she must not. Instead, she just enjoys the feel of her juices dripping out of her, soaking her panties.
Nine was feeling for the first time someone licking and sucking her pussy, bring her to culmination with his lips and tongue. Oh, how wonderful that had felt.
‘How had she managed to earn all those pearls in just over twenty-four hours?’ she ponders with wonderment.
Ten, learning another new position, her on her hands and knees, him behind her and entering her vag as a in heat would do. The feeling of him even deeper inside her sends wave after wave of rapture through her loins and full body.
The eleventh was rather surprising as he had her lie on her bed at home with a vibrator masturbating for him as he watched on camera. The voyeuristic nature of it all did bring a new level of enjoyment to play.
The twelfth and thirteen, while painful as she endured the nipple and cunt lassos and clips, did arouse a level of pleasure in her she did not realize she would so enjoy.
And then last night, and her most recent pearl. So many different ways to engage in intercourse and the various ways each impacted her and brought her to a climax. That was perhaps the most satisfying.
When she gets to thinking about last night and her fourteenth, her hand pats her purse where it is stored, and she feels ripples of excitement run through her veins in remembrance.
She calms herself some and takes out the Anais Nin book from a week ago. It does not take her long to finish the last chapters, even taking time to ponder between chapters what her ’s diary might disclose next.
Finishing she sees the time and starts the car and drives to the Professor’s house to be there on time.
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E030: Pearl Fourteen
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Posted:Nov 23, 2018 2:03 pm
Last Updated:Dec 21, 2018 7:01 pm
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Emma is flushed as she says goodbye to the Bank President. Why does she feel wet between her legs? She is not interested in him at all, but something about his asking her out stirs something in her. It has been so long since someone asked her on a date. What is between Donald and her does not includes that.
She hurries to check that the new garage door works and pulls her car into the garage. Leaving it open so Donald can park on the other side if he chooses.
Back inside she finishes getting things ready and runs upstairs to check her makeup. Feeling a little vain, she likes the flush that adds to her look right now and unbuttons her blouse another button. Smiling she returns downstairs and sets glasses, ice and the liquor on a cart she moves to beside her couch.
She is ready, and it is almost four o’clock.
oOo
Finishing his work and having too much of Emma’s mother’s diary on his mind, Donald packs the suitcase with the outfit Emma will wear tomorrow for her spa appointment and to come back to his house. He changes, and in a weird feeling of it being so right, he dresses in one of the suits of Emma’s father she has given him.
He does look very dapper in the dark gray suit, pale pink shirt and silver tie. For what is ahead for them tonight, Donald feels like this is what he should be wearing.
Driving to Emma’s house, Donald’s mind churns with the story of Charlotte’s first visit to this house, and he finds himself getting very aroused.
This won’t do.
A block from her house he drives around and around a block calming himself as best as he can, so it is shortly after four when he finally pulls into Emma’s drive, back to normal, almost.
He smiles as he sees the garage door open for him and pulls in beside Emma’s car. But he wants to see the house how Charlotte first saw it. He takes the suitcase and walks to the front door and rings the bell.
oOo
Emma inside is getting anxious as the time ticks past four o’clock. She smiles to herself a little wondering if her Professor should be disciplined as she had been for being late. That passes quickly from her mind as she cannot imagine him ever in such a position.
She hears the bell ring and calms herself so to be able to walk to the door in a composed state.
Her heart melts as she sees him standing in her doorway in the grey suit. It takes a second to realize what it is, and then a smile spreads over her face.
She welcomes him in, and as soon as the door is closed, and the suitcase set down, he swoops her into his arms and kisses her passionately. Everything from his reading and longing for her all day overtakes him and he cannot help himself.
And being here. When he releases her he looks around the living room and into the dining room and understands Charlotte’s disappointment when first seeing it.
The furniture is of the finest quality, but it is so imposing looking. Especially for a young woman in the seventies as Charlotte had been. But even more, how restricting for Emma to grow up in. What was Edward thinking to bring his up in such an environment?
Emma shyly shows him around the house, and when they reach the kitchen the aromatics of the wonderful dishes she is preparing for him assault his palate. He hugs her and tells her it all smells wonderful and that she should not have gone to the trouble, but he is so pleased that she did.
Emma blushes deeply with pleasure for these compliments. She tells Donald, “Dinner won’t really be ready for another hour. Would you like to see the rest of the house?”
He smiles at her and seeing the door to to the garage at one side of in the kitchen he goes to it, and opens the door to press the button to close her new garage door. Then he tells Emma to lead the way.
On the way to the stairs, she stops first and asks if he would like a drink. When Donald agrees she makes one for each of them, and as they carry them, and Donald the suitcase, they climb the stairs to the second story where the bedrooms are.
She quickly shows him down the hall, her parents’ bedroom, which does so intrigue him, the extra rooms and bathrooms and finally her bedroom. She stands shyly in the doorway as he enters before her and puts the suitcase on her dresser. Where she always puts it. Then she remembers he has probably seen it there when she has performed for him.
Donald opens the suitcase and takes her outfit for tomorrow out and hangs it in the closet and puts her undies away. Emma just stands there, drink in her hand watching him mesmerized. He then takes a book from the suitcase and goes and sits on the side of the bed, putting his drink on the nightstand.
Donald pats the bed next to him. Emma to come to her senses and sit next to him. As she does, she lifts her glass to her lips and takes a sip. He takes the drink from her and sets it beside his.
He opens the book which makes Emma gasp.
“Emma this is a book of many different sexual positions I want us to try with each other to find which is the most satisfying for us. They really are broken down into ten basic different positions with variations. You have mastered two of them already, but I would like you to begin to learn the others.”
As Emma looks at the diagrams and drawing on each page and the paragraph describing what to do her eyes widen more and more.
“Let’s get undressed Emma, we are always so much more comfortable that way,” Donald says as he turns to her and begins to unbutton her blouse. He smiles to himself again as he realizes she has unbuttoned a couple for his arrival. He helps her stand and takes her pants down, panties off and bra finally. Yes, his lovely Emma is before him again.
Emma carefully takes his suit jacket from him and lays it on the cushioned bench at the end of her bed. The same with his tie and shirt. Then she kneels before him and takes off his shoes and socks before undoing his pants and lowering them and his boxers off him. Her subservient position as she does this for him stirs Donald in a way he could not have imagined.
So like her mother, is all he can think.
He pulls her up beside him again and as they sip on their drinks, they look through the various positions. Emma’s hand soon finds her way to his thigh caressing it, then on to his cock and balls to bring it to fruition.
Donald feels the rush running through him by her touch and it is in a husky voice that he asks Emma, “Would you like to try one before dinner?”
She just nods her head agreeably and points to the page now open.
It is of a woman straddling a man on top.
Donald could not be more pleased.
He moves up on the bed, on her pastel flowered bedspread, so appropriate he thinks and lays on his back. His cock by now is pointing straight into the air.
Emma climbs over his legs and positions herself over his crotch. He runs his fingers up and down her slit and feels how wet she already is. She takes his cock into her hand and does the same with it, wetting the glans.
Then she positions it under her, and presses down, down, down on it. His cock is up in her to his balls. He feels them rubbing against her taint and crack as she presses even more down on him giving out a gratifying moan.
She only bounces up and down on him a few times before he feels her clenching at him with each stroke. It feels so wonderful for both of them.
This way Emma is feeling him far up into her, and Donald feeling her legs pressing to his side makes for her to have a tight firm hold over his cock as they rock together. They speed up and then slow down, even to her just holding him tight within her before the next wave washes over them.
On and on they go. It seems like hours from the passion they are feeling, but it is really less than a half hour before together they cry out and cum in a cumulation of explosions between them.
Emma falls to his chest and he strokes her hair and kisses her forehead.
“That was a very good start, Emma. You do seem to learn each new thing so easily. You are a joy.”
Hearing that, Emma almost swoons with the praise. She kisses Donald deeply and then composes herself saying that dinner is probably ready.
They rise from the bed together and she leads him down the hall. At the bathroom, he makes a quick detour and grabs a towel which he wipes himself with. And then Emma’s drippings as they start down the stairs.
She goes to the kitchen to get the food. He puts the towel over her seat to protect it and opens the bottle of wine sitting on the table.
Dinner is more than he could have anticipated. They spend it chatting about their days. Her, about the workers, the auction house, and finally about the Bank President’s visit about the money. Her excitement of the day is infectious, and Donald feels this glow wash over him as he listens to her happiness.
Why is she affecting him this way? He no longer cares, these feeling coming to him are all something new that he has never experienced before, and he is relishing in them too much.
He tells her about the next entry in her mother’s diary about the home and furniture.
Emma is a bit quiet when he tells her this and he wonders if he should have.
But then she laughs, “I should have realized. She was always telling me to be so careful with it all, and when I accidentally made a scratch in my dresser she was fit to be tied. I should have realized it was a love-hate relationship with this whole house for her always. My father made sure she had every convenience for her, but never would consider changing anything, even the colors of the walls.”
“This convinces me, the furniture will have to go, but even before that these rooms to be brightened up with a new coat of paint.”
Emma’s decisiveness about this arouses Donald when he sees that she can take charge of her surrounding now with authority. It is a side he did not think he would be able to obtain from her. As long as she is willing to bend to his will, it is important that she stands for herself when it matters.
Feeling this desire running through him, Donald stands, picks Emma up, and as her father had done with her mother before her, carries her in his arms up the stairs. At the top, he hesitates for only a second before he turns and carries her into her parents’ room and bed.
She gasps when she realizes where she is, but Donald is quickly between her legs, lifting them to be bent, flat against his chest as he thrusts his hard cock into her already wet pussy. She lets out a whimper of pure lust.
This time it is fast, hard and animal-like as they clench against each other in the moment of passion as they work closer and closer to the pinnacle, they both so to reach. Feeling Emma crush against the sides of his prick Donald cries out in lovely anguish. Emma is panting so under him as he tries to lower to kiss her, but the passion of the moment overtakes him. Feeling her this new way under him, and being here in her parents’ bed, a sense of taboo surrounding them, they both climax quickly.
The after rush running through them both makes them shudder against each other in happiness.
Donald pulls Emma to him as they calm their breathing and holds her tight.
Barely have they gotten their breaths back again, but Emma moves down between his legs and begins to suck his glans and stroke his balls and shaft. It does not take much encouragement from her to have him hard and stiff again.
Donald does wonder what spell Emma is casting over him for him to be so ready so quickly in such a short span of time. He doesn’t care, it is all too wonderful for him.
Hard now Emma slides up between his legs, Donald on his back. She maneuvers his hard cock to lay on her slit with her thighs close together between his spread legs. She works her way up to having her arms rest on each side of his chest and he feels his cock finding its way without directions into her now tightly held pussy and vag.
She squeezes her legs tight together so to hold him in her so nicely and he just begins a slow up and down thrust from under her. They take it leisurely to make this go on and on this time. Her legs clamp together over him making the tight opening into her spellbinding.
Yes, this time it is a very unhurried and fulfilling fuck they enjoy together. Feeling each other reaching a peak but bringing each other down from it to rise again and again. When finally, he cannot hold back any longer, he pulls Emma to him to kiss her over and over as the cum spills out of him up into her cunt, filling it fully.
Donald realizes that Emma has not cum this time, so when he pulls out of her, he rolls her on her back and bends between her legs to lick and suck her clean and bring her to that ultimate state too. Her panting and moaning tell him he is hitting the right spots as she shudders hard, lifts her back and cries out.
Only then does he move up to lie beside her again. Both are speechless by now and can only smile goofily at each other.
Donald kisses her forehead and tells her he will be right back.
Donald hurries downstairs to get their glasses and the bottle of scotch, but there, he sees the remains of their dinner on the dining room table and quickly clears it all away, so Emma does not have to confront it in the morning.
When he returns upstairs with the glasses, scotch and ice he hears her in the bathroom filling the tub. He walks in to find her on the side of the tub, an old claw foot one, waiting for it to fill. He smiles at her, fills their glasses, puts them on the windowsill by the tub and helps her to climb in the tub in front of him.
The warm steaming water feels so good on them both. He takes his time washing her all over as she lies back against his chest. In between, they both sip their drinks. He keeps leaning and kissing her neck.
Finished and dried, they return, as if it just seems right, to her parents’ bed. She pulls back the covers and they climb in together. Pulling her close to him, her back to his chest, his now once again hard penis sliding into her wet slit, they lie this way for a bit, and then he slips inside her to take her from the back and side.
Again, it is just a slow, leisurely dance they complete. The tide rushing over them is now mellower but just as enjoyable. Often in this waltz, they stop and just lean together some, enjoying the feel of being so together before slowly starting to press and release again. This wonderful interlude last for over an hour before both feel the rising tides and to release. And as they do, but in a milder way than earlier, they just sigh together and moving closer together to finally fall to sleep.
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E029: A busy Thursday
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Posted:Nov 22, 2018 12:04 pm
Last Updated:Dec 21, 2018 7:00 pm
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Thursday morning Emma wakes and feels her necklace. Thirteen pearls she has earned for learning to expand her sexual horizons and open to the new and wonderful world she finds herself now in. She pulls on the heart loop a little remembering its part in the tingling of her nipples and clit yesterday.
That too is something new and exciting to feel.
She rolls to face Donald as she hears him awakening. He opens this eyes to see her just inches from him smiling so tenderly at him. Despite himself, all he can do to that lovely vision is lean and kiss her as he pulls her close into his arms.
“Good morning, Emma, did you sleep well?” he asks after their kisses end, for now.
“Oh, yes, Sir, I had such lovely dreams and you seemed to be in all of them.” Emma blushes as she realizes what she is confessing.
They lie like this and just chat about the day ahead. Emma tells him about the people coming to put in the garage door, pick up all the clothes she had bagged for charity, and the auction house to give her an appraisal of much of the furniture.
“It all seems so antiquated now, and I want to do something new and exciting,” she explains to Donald. “I’m not going to rush anything but just thought I would get an idea of their value. My mother always told me they were family heirlooms.”
Donald just smiles at her new enthusiasm for changing her lifestyle now as she blooms herself. He tells her that it sounds like a fine idea, but yes, she should not rush things.
Hugging her again, Donald says, “It sounds like you have a very busy day ahead of you, so it might interrupt you to come here this afternoon.”
Emma starts to promise that she would make sure she could. But Donald puts her fingers to her lips to hush her and continues, “What I meant was that perhaps I should come to your house this afternoon. I would like to see where you have been living all these years.”
The grin that spreads on Emma’s face is infectious, she flings her arms around Donald’s neck and tells him she would truly love for him to come to her house. He laughs and tells her he guesses they need to get her ready for her day ahead.
They shower together for the first time, Donald taking his time soaping her up all over and then washes her hair before having her stand under the warm spray to rinse. She returns the favor and he enjoys the feeling of her soft fingers running all over his body. And when he leans his head, so she can wash his hair, how she massages his scalp as she does so begins to harden him.
But they both have busy days ahead of them before they can play again.
Dried, hair styled and makeup for Emma, they return to her room where he dresses her in soft white silk underwear and bra, just thigh highs today in black silk, then he puts a soft cotton white top on her, and form-fitting black pants.
This is the first for her wearing pants with him. The truth is Donald does prefer her in dresses, so he can get to her readily when he desires, but what she has outlined for her day he feels that pants are the better alternative.
Plus, with all those men around working today he doesn’t want to give too much of an indication of her new sexuality. A hint perhaps, but nothing more.
Donald throws on some shorts and a top and walks her to her car, telling her that he will bring her suitcase when he comes around four p.m.
After a kiss at her car door, and another little swat at her ass, which she is becoming to look forward to when she parts with him, she gets in her car and heads home. She does stop at the store along her way and buys some pork chops and delicacies, along with some wine and scotch, to make a dinner for him fitting of her formal dining room.
She is home in time to put things away and start some things simmering for the evening meal when the garage door installers arrive, followed soon by those picking up the charity things. She is busy all morning with them along with sorting through some more things, setting the table with the best china for her and Donald’s dinner, and checking on her preparations.
At one o’clock the appraiser arrives, and she can tell he is impressed by what she shows him. The look on his face when he sees the dining room, and especially the exquisite china, which he knows the value of, lets Emma know that he is interested in what she might offer. He is there for over an hour and promises her an estimate and offer by the beginning of next week. After they are all gone, she hurries to finish fixing the meal, only to be interrupted by the arrival of the bank president around three-thirty.
Emma really did not want to deal with him then, but he did bring exciting news about the special one-hundred-dollar bills. The valuation found that instead of the five-thousand of the face value of the fifty bills, they were worth one-thousand to three-thousand dollars each. All totaled it added another $100,000 to her mother’s piggy bank. Those fifty bills were equal to the other one-thousand bills, giving her bank account from her mother’s diligence of $200,000.
All horded by her mother. She just smiled thinking how much her father must have loved her mother and what they did together to give her such prizes. She also wondered if her father knew she never spent a single one of them?
In a way, Emma is a little annoyed with her mother to not have invested them thinking about the compounded value they might have had. But then chuckles when she realizes that is her banker father’s voice saying this.
She signs the sales release to sell the currency and tries to speed him on his way. But he keeps chatting her up as she worries about Donald’s impending arrival. And then the President surprises her by asking her out to dinner.
Emma stammers and makes excuses that she is not really available at this time. The bank president looks at her with curiosity as she presses him to the door telling him good-bye. Once he is gone, Emma hurries to finish getting ready for Donald’s arrival.
oOo
Donald’s day is spent much differently.
After seeing Emma on her way, he goes to his study to document the recent events and observations of his time with his Subject Z. But after documenting the part about her mother’s diary his mind begins to wander, and he wonders what the next entry will reveal about this very interesting and arousing union between Emma’s parents.
He goes and gets the diary and leaning back in his chair he begins to read.
Friday, April 26, 1974
Until today it has been a pretty uneventful week since Edward and I made plans for our upcoming wedding. I have left it to our mothers to hash out all the details for the wedding and reception. Somehow, they already have a venue, sent invitations, and gifts have begun to arrive. I don’t want to even think about how many people they have invited.
My best friend, Connie, who will be my matron of honor, went with me shopping for a wedding gown. Her husband, Tom, will be Edward’s best man. They are the couple who brought Edward and me together, so it is right and proper they are our witnesses.
We found a simple dress for me, not really a wedding gown, but in white, and she found a similar dress in rose for her to wear. As I watched her try it on all I could think was it was close to the color of my ass cheeks when Edward has spanked me. Just the thought of that ran shivers through me. It just seemed so spot-on.
That all done, today when Edward told me he was taking the afternoon off to show me something I was so excited. He arrived about one o’clock for me. We went for a nice, leisurely lunch, and then shit hit the fan.
I behaved so badly and deserved all that resulted from it.
It started well. Edward told me that he had found a house for us and wanted me to see. What he hadn’t mentioned was he had already bought it and had furniture delivered.
He drove us to the house, which from outside was very nice and in a lovely neighborhood. I could imagine living here. But then we went inside.
Inside I was assaulted by all this old, dark, heavy furniture all around the downstairs. I went ballistic. This was not what I wanted my home to look like. And I started to vocalize this strongly. Edward let me rant for a bit and then told me firmly.
“Charlotte, this is my grandparents’ furniture and it is very valuable and sturdy. We will use this as it is an heirloom from them, to remember them by. Plus, it is good long-lasting furniture. I will hear nothing more about it. This is to be our home.”
I couldn’t help myself, I just kept complaining, moving almost to a tantrum about this was not what I wanted. I have envisioned our house all modern and in contemporary colors and patterns. Edward let me continue my outburst for a bit more before he went over to the sideboard in the dining room and took something from the top drawer.
He came back to me, and taking my arm moved me to the couch and pulled me over his lap.
He did it so methodically that I didn’t even realize at first what was happening. My dress was raised, and my pantyhose and panties pulled down to my knees. I felt the first spank with his hand on my ass cheeks.
I gasped as he spanked me over and over, not letting up at all. And not saying anything. Yet.
Edward picked up the pace with his hand, going back and forth over each of my cheeks, around and around spanking every inch of them and my back thighs. I cried and kicked and wiggled as he held me firm with his left hand on my back.
It was only after twenty or so spanks and I was crying saying I was sorry for acting bratty that Edward spoke, as he continued to alternate between spanking me and rubbing my ass.
“Charlotte, you have to accept the things I decide for us, you said you want to be a perfect wife for me, but when I show you this gift of a home I have made for us you argue and say you want something different. That is not going to happen. This is going to be our home and you are going to come to love it. Though I wish you did as soon as you saw it.”
“I’m sorry Edward, I will come to like it as it is what you wish for us,” I cried with tears running down my face. But then I felt the drippings down my thigh too, and the rush that ran over me when he spanked me. I wiggled more to try to satisfy the throbbing in my cunt.
“I think you need to learn a little more,” Edward said as I feel something rubbing across my ass cheeks.
“This is the leather paddle I got to use on you to help you improve yourself. I will use it when you get so out of hand like you just did now,” he told me.
And I felt the first spank of the leather face on my right cheek. It burned but felt so good at the same time. It was followed quickly by one on my left cheek, and then back and forth for about ten minutes as I dripped and cried, tears of moisture ran from my eyes and vag.
Only when he felt I had learned my lesson and knew I was on the verge of cumming, did Edward stop and turn me to sit on his lap.
“Come Charlotte, let me show you our marriage bed,” Edward said as he picked me up in his arms and carried me upstairs to our room.
The furniture there was just as imposing, but I said nothing as he laid me on the bed and undressed me. Naked, with a red ass stinging, he had me stand and I slowly and carefully underdressed him. As each time before I was in awe of his beautiful body, knowing that while I was now his, in the same way, he was now mine
He turned me then and had me climb up on the bed on my knees. My freshly spanked fanny shining at him. He spread my legs apart, ran his fingers up and down my dripping slit wetting them. He took some of my juices and rub them on the tip of his glans, and then from behind pressed into my vagina deep and hard.
Oh, I felt him from this position enter me. I cried out in surprise and delight.
Holding my hips as I knelt on my arms Edward began to press in and out of me over and over. It was not long before the sides of my pleasure cave were clenching against him as I throbbed with glee. He held himself in me as I clench, and then back out of me to ram in deeply once again as he felt my walls grip him again and again.
I felt sweat dripping off his chest onto my back, and I know I had a glow over me from our endeavor also. We went on and on like this. I did not want it to stop and I can tell Edward didn’t either. He pulled himself almost out of me panting and held himself there for a minute.
I realized he was pacing himself, so we could go even longer. And yes, soon he was back ramming into me.
He moved his hand from my hip and began to run his finger around my clit until I was whining and begging for more. He just chuckled at me and leaned and kissed the back of my neck.
Then it happens, neither of us could hold out anymore. He rose some, and thrust four times quickly, fully, into me and we both let out a scream of ecstasy and came together. I felt his sperm rushing up into me, filling my cunt with his cream.
I was dripping so hard myself, it was running down both our thighs. I dropped to the bed exhausted and Edward was on top of my back. We both gasped for breath together.
After a moment, he rolled some and pulled me so he could hold me in his arms, my back to his chest. We just softly sighed and collected ourselves as he licked and kissed my neck.
Later, when we had dressed again and left our home, for now, I saw that again there was a new one-hundred-dollar bill in my purse. I must start to think of where I can keep these.
Each time with Edward is even better than the last. I can’t wait until we are living together all the time.
Donald finishes reading this entry and his mind begins to whirl.
So, Emma’s mother never liked that furniture really, but was so willing to accept the decree of Edward, her husband, over her. Her lust for their sexual interaction and the feel of his hand or paddle on her drove her to a state that she was accepting of whatever he expected of her.
Could Emma fall far from her maternal tree?
She is so willing and eager to try each new thing. Is it something genetic in her, or after denying herself such pleasures for so much of her life, is Emma just now realizing the cardinal joy she can experience?
Donald looks at the time, and sees the afternoon is passing, so he quickly adds a bit more to his study noting these concepts and then hurries to change and pack Emma’s suitcase to take with him.
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E028: Pearl Thirteen
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Posted:Nov 14, 2018 6:26 am
Last Updated:Dec 21, 2018 7:00 pm
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As Emma drives home she feels the pull on her nipples and clit from the string clasp on her. The weights, while not that heavy, do add an extra tweak to her nipples. Every time she goes over a bump in the road a jolt runs through her.
Arriving home, she carries the suitcase in, wondering what the neighbors are thinking of her coming and going with a suitcase all the time now? She hopes no one sees her. Inside, she carries it to her room and takes out a lovely emerald green dress, shoes and plain green bra and undies. She puts them away so they will be ready when she needs to dress at three p.m.
Emma hurries to her meetings for the day, during all of them she feels the jerk of the clasps over and over, her nipples and clit are staying hard as little pebbles throughout this.
Around one p.m. she starts to feel a tense from the pressure and almost messages Donald the ‘please stop’ message. But then she wonders if he would even let her stop, and the tenseness begins to subside and she does so want to make it until four. Yes, she can stand it for three more hours.
oOo
All day as Donald teaches his classes, meets with students, and attends a faculty meeting he keeps wondering how Emma is doing. The idea of her wearing them all day keeps him semi-hard. He did want to call or text her to see how she is, but he keeps himself from doing so.
His colleagues ask how his latest ‘experiment/study’ is going, but Donald gives a non-responsive reply. He is writing up each time they are together or Emma earns a pearl, but he keeps the discourse on this very basic, and absolutely no mention of his feelings. Nor does he mention her pearls. Only a clinical observation of the stimulus and response.
He identifies Emma as ‘Subject Z’ and the irony of that is beginning to seep into his consciousness as he is coming to realize that she will be his final subject.
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Before three Emma hurries home to get ready and change. She takes her new public outfit off and hangs it up, then puts the bra, panties, garter, and stockings into the clothes basket to be washed. She does have a few things now to handwash. She will need to do that tomorrow while the workers are here.
Standing naked, she goes to her full-length mirror and looks at herself with the clasps on. A rush comes over her from what she is seeing. Her nipples are so rosy from the pressure on them for so long. She just lightly brushes against them and they are so sensitive. Then she places her hand over her pussy and she feels this extraordinary heat coming from her.
‘Is this the fire of passion?’ Emma wonders.
She spreads her lower outer lips just enough to see her clit also rather red and sensitive gleaming with the wetness dripping out of her. It is like clear jelly glowing there. She doesn’t touch herself at all, she just is curious to see what it all looks like.
She realizes the time. She has been staring at herself and feeling tingles run through her for over ten minutes. She goes and puts her makeup on for Donald, and fixes her hair. She is so careful putting her undies on so not to brush against the clasps too much, or heavens, have them come off. Her garter and stockings on, she steps into her shoes and then carefully lifts the dress up and on her.
She is getting good at walking in higher heels now, but as she takes each step, especially down the stairs, this tugging at all three so-tender spots now inflames her even more. By the time she gets to the car with her suitcase, she is dripping so hard in what were her clean panties that they are already drenched.
The drive to Donald’s house does calm her some, except for the occasional bump.
She arrives, goes to her room, undresses and lays all her clothing on the couch and assumes her proper pose. Legs apart, arms around her neck. There is a slight breeze in the room, and Emma feels it gliding over her sore tits and clit. Why does this further arouse her? Is she getting in too deep? No, this all, this new world she has entered only thirteen days ago, she will never leave it if she can help it.
There is a wry smile on Emma’s face as Donald walks in and up to her. He gets the mahogany box again and places it on the nightstand now. He moves in front of her and does kiss her. He has missed her so much. And he has been anticipating this next part with her. He is confident that she will submit herself to this willing.
He gently takes off all three lassos, and she breathes a sigh of relief. Donald unhooks her necklace and drops the twelfth pearl on it.
“You have done very well today, wearing these the entire day Emma. I am proud of you.”
Emma blushes with the praise.
Donald lowers her on the bed and begins to massage her breasts and clit to calm them some. Emma just sighs and whimpers at his gentle touch. Her juices flow and Donald uses them to rub first against her clit but then brings some to rub over each nipple.
After several minutes of this, he stops. Emma looks at Donald a little questioningly. He just smiles.
Donald opens the box with the small key. From it, he puts something in his hand with a long gold cord following it.
Emma sees Donald’s cock begin to rise at the thought about what he is about to do.
He takes from his hand two gold nipple clips which do have some soft padding on them and attaches them to each of Emma’s nipples. They have a gold chain running between each clip which has a ring in the middle of it. Attached to the ring are two longer chains. He adjusts the clips just right so they sit nicely holding her tits. She moans some realizing this is not over for the day yet.
Emma feels a greater pressure on her nipples from them than when Donald pinches her nipples or from the lasso ones he used this morning and she has worn all day. Donald takes the shorter of the two chains and clasps it to the heart-shaped loop which is at the base of her necklace. Emma feels the pressure against her nipples increase with the tension now added.
He pulls on the chain a little and Emma feels the yank even more now against each nipple.
He reaches for the other longer chain and Emma sees that there is a clip like the ones on her nipples on the end of it. She moans as he places and adjusts it on her clit.
Oh, Emma is in sweet agony. He tugs on her necklace loop a couple of times to hear her moan as it now pulls all three clips making them twitch against her.
“Emma, I am going to dress you now, and then we are going out to dinner. I am going to have full control over you as we dine. I can pull on the chain from your necklace at any time to make you feel the clips even more. Are you ready to handle this?”
Emma could only nod her head in reply, she is speechless right now. She feels herself beginning to drip from the sensation she is feeling right now. Somewhat painful, but then a step beyond to bliss.
Dressed again, Donald hooks his index finger through the cord running from her necklace and leads her to the car. He helps her in as she is panting some now. The drive is almost an hour, to a quaint inn in the country, during which several times Donald pulls just a bit on the chain.
As they arrive, Donald tells Emma to calm herself so not to show anything out of the ordinary, and she manages to do so, with some difficulty.
They enter the inn for dinner, as they sit side by side, the tablecloth hiding them, Edward shifts up Emma’s dress enough to be able to reach and pull just a little from the bottom of the chain. Each yank sending vibrations through her.
He keeps this up all during the meal, alternating between pulling the chain from the base or from the cord running down from her necklace.
Emma ends up not being able to eat much, but realizing it, Donald has them pack up what she does not eat to feed her bits later when home.
By the time they get up to leave, Emma is so on edge and has cum a couple of times from Donald’s pulls during the meal, that Donald has to run his napkin over the bench they have been sitting on to erase her pleasure juice.
Driving back to Donald’s house, Emma is almost in tears now from the continuous pressure. Her tits and clit have been held trussed for almost twelve hours now and she is starting to feel some agony from it. Donald sees the tears forming in the corner of her eyes, and speeds up to make the trip no longer than necessary.
He puts his arm around her shoulders and tells her how happy he is that she has done so well.
“It won’t be much longer Emma; can you stand it that long?”
Emma just whispered her reply in a shaking voice that yes, she thinks she can.
At home, he lifts her from the car and carries her in his arms takes her to her room. Her face is beet red and he can feel the heat coming from her whole body as she clings to his neck and leans her head against his shoulder.
He quickly undresses her and has her lay on the bed on her back. He carefully removes each of the clips and undoes the cord from her necklace. Emma sighs in relief.
Donald rubs her nipples and clit with a little warm oil for a long and gentle time. His kind smile as he looks down on her fills Emma’s heart. She knows he will never truly hurt her, but today he was testing her she know to see how much she can endure. Emma is so happy that she has passed this milestone.
Donald sits on the side of the bed and raises Emma to sit on his lap. Kissing her head and eyes and lips and murmuring thank you for tolerating all of this today. Emma kisses fondly back and nuzzled against his neck. In between Donald’s caresses, he pulls the to-go box next to him and feeds Emma bits of the dinner she missed. Emma nibbles on each bite greedily.
By the time she has finished her leftovers, her stomach filled, and Donald’s sweet caresses, she has calmed herself, and none of her buttons hurt all that much anymore.
Donald unclasps her necklace again, and a thirteen pearl is added to her collection. Yes, between the nipple and clit clips and clasps and her ability to withstand that long in them, Donald thinks to himself, ‘she has really earned one more.’
He stands and has Emma stand too, pulls back the bed cover and helps her to lay down on the bed. He leaves the sheets pulled away as he quickly undresses and climbs in beside her.
And then the electrical shot start running through Emma as he so, so gently takes her nipples one at a time and just sucks on them a little. It is almost like a balm after today.
Finished there, he moves down and does the same with her clit. The sensual experience of feeling this makes Emma drip and start to throb. Before he has licked up her juices up and down her slit, her body is arching and she comes long and hard. What a release after being on the cusp for most of the day.
As she comes down from this explosion, Donald, now at her side, just rubbing her stomach asks if she thinks she would be up for a little more.
Feeling his rock-hard cock against her thigh she just smiles and nods her head.
Donald has her roll over, and lifts her ass and spreads her thighs so he can enter her doggie style.
She feels his glans pressing into her, he is hesitant a bit, not wanting to hurt her at all now. Emma so needing to feel his cock in her throbbing vag presses up so he just enters her completely.
The both sigh in contentment and stay this way for a moment.
Then Donald begins to thrust in and out of her, feeling her clenching his cock and each inward thrust. Both are feeling the harmony and bliss of this moment together. Emma is crying out in ecstasy, Donald growls deeply as the sensation of the moment washes over them both.
This intensity can’t last too long. It needs to be released between them. And in unison, they both cry out in their own special paradise between them as they cum together.
Emma flops down on the bed, brings her hands behind her and pulls Donald down on her back. Keeping him inside her. Her clenching against his flaccid cock is so overwhelming to him. He will stay this way as long as Emma wants.
It does fleetingly cross his mind that he does fall so easily into her charming spell this way, her so in control in the moment of gratification between them. But then, should not a perfect sub know how to do this for her King?
Finally, both so spent and exhausted, Donald rolls on his side and pulls Emma to him. Kissing the back of her neck, he tells her to rest now.
His hand moves to over her mons, and now he feeling the burning heat coming from her again. What has his Emma become? This flaming center of lust?
Pondering all of this, he follows her to sleep.
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E027: Pearl Twelve
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Posted:Nov 11, 2018 11:33 am
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2018 8:41 pm
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Donald wakes with mixed emotions. Yesterday had been so wonderful with Emma, but he needs to get back to the regime he has planned for her. Yes, one day, as she pleasures him and he treats her to delights will come, but for now, he must keep his focus.
Emma waking also acknowledges so many feelings. She wants to just start hugging, kissing, licking, sucking the Professor, but she knows she is supposed to be learning things now, and she does so want to fill up her pearl necklace.
Donald realizes in the frenzy of yesterday’s pleasure and coupling, he never gave Emma her eleventh pearl. He reaches and gets one, and they go through their ritual for her receiving her next accomplishment.
“For Sunday night, and your wonderful performance for me. I got so wrapped up in seeing you and the entry from the diary I forgot to give it to you.”
Emma just smiles at him over her accomplishment.
Donald hugs her to him and tells her to go empty herself and shower. He doesn’t give her a time limit this time, but she does try to hurry. As she empties her bladder she wonders why Donald had mentioned that specifically.
When she returns to the room, again the sheets have been changed, the room straightened, and suddenly there is a square mahogany box on the dresser. She goes over to it to see what is inside. Donald had told her this is her room and she could look at anything she wants. But the box is locked.
Donald is not there either, so she just sits on the side of the bed to wait. But then after a minute, she wonders, should she be waiting in her proper position? She stands, spreads her legs apart with her hands behind her neck.
Donald, showering and dressing, isn’t watching her on his monitors and does not get to see her sitting and then jumping to position. It is a shame as it would have brought a grin to his face.
He enters the room and does smile as he sees Emma in the proper position, without having to be told.
He tells her to sit on the bed and then lay on her back with her legs over the sides. Emma scurries to comply.
Donald brings the box from the dresser to the bed and sets it at his side as he sits beside Emma.
He reaches to her breasts and begins to knead them over and over like they are small loaves of bread being made. It is a distinctive feeling for her. Donald has not really concentrated on her breasts much more than a fondle and pinch when caressing her. This much attention now is rather enjoyable.
Donald takes his time kneading both, then concentrating on one at a time. Squeezing the nipples to harden them, and massaging and caressing her breasts. He then begins to lower his lips to them. He continues to caress the other one as he focuses his attention on the other.
His tongue runs around and around her breast, adding kisses as he goes. Then he starts a second round, but now he is sucking at her breasts, not the nipple yet but sucking hard all around the flesh on her boobs. He leaves red circle marks at each place he sucks at and they remain visible for several minutes.
The feeling of him doing this is somewhat strange, but in many ways enjoyable. And as she glances down and sees his momentary mark on her she feels a surge through her body. After reddening all of her breast this way, only then does he take her nipple into her mouth and suck it hard. The nipple becomes perk and rosy, feeling like the tip of a bullet in Donald’s mouth.
Emma’s low moans and whimpers tell him she is enjoying this to an nth degree. As he does the same with the other breast, he squeezes the first and pinches the nipple to keep it hard.
Finally, when both are tended to, he raises his head and inspects his work. He takes his key ring from his pocket and places a small key in the box and opens it. He takes something from it and closes the lid before Emma can notice.
He brings a string clamp to her nipples. The little lasso fits over each nipple, and he tightens them each so there is some tension for her to feel. The lassos at each nipple are attached to a thin chain which runs between each, and has two hanging weights from them to apply ongoing tension and pull.
Donald tells Emma to sit up, and she does feel the pull of her breasts. At first, it seems a little too much to take, but after a moment it does give her a pleasurable feeling. The look of happiness on Donald’s face as he gazes at her with these on sends shivers up and down her spine. What is a little pain, if it gives her Professor so much gratification?
Donald reaches between her legs now and just holds his hand over her mons and pussy. The heat radiating from it is amazing. Emma is smoldering from his administrations. As time goes on, Donald will often place his cool hand this way, feeling the fire in Emma’s loins begging for attention. And Emma, feeling his cool touch taking some of the burning flames away, will always appreciate this momentary touch.
He tells her to lie back again and Donald runs his fingers up and down her wet slit, enjoying that she is so wet now. He concentrates his attention on her clit now and buffers it until it is a hard-shining pearl. Almost as swollen as the pearls around her neck.
He brings out a third lasso and places it over her now hard clit, and pulls it tight around her too. Then brings the attached similar thin chain with a clasp on it up, to hook at the center of the chain holding her nipples. There is now a great deal of strain for all three lassoed buttons.
The feeling wafting over Emma is extraordinary. It is such a distinct and different feeling. When Donald first pulls tight on each against her she winches with a little pain, but now she just experiences this warmth running through her.
Donald helps her to sit up again, and the tightness of the pulling between the three lessens some. She watches as he goes first to her dresser and chooses underwear and stocking for her, then to the closet to bring out two new dresses.
Her suitcase is opened on a luggage stand that is next to the dresser now.
He places one dress in it, along with the lingerie and shoes to accompany it. The other, more presentable outfit for her going about town he brings and starts to dress her. The bra is placed over the clasps and chain which runs down over her stomach. Panties are raised to her thighs before he has her stand for a moment to raise them up over her.
The top band does hold the chain taunt against her, as does the bottom of the bra. Standing this way, she realizes until Donald decides to remove these clasps, she will be feeling the strain of them.
He sits her again as he raises the thigh-highs up her legs. The repeated up and down does pull and release some on her each time. Once they are on, and high heels placed on her feet, she is motioned to stand again as today’s dress is brought down over her head.
He leaves her standing there as he finishes packing her suitcase for the day and brings it over to her.
“Emma, it is getting late, I need to get to class, and you need to get to your first meetings of the day. I expect you back here at four, waiting in your room, clothes off. I hope you make it all day with the clasps. If you can’t, text me a message just saying, ‘please stop’. I hope you don’t as I will be somewhat disappointed.”
With that, he picks up the bag for her and leads her down the hall, his hand on her ass, as it seems to always find its way there. At her car, the suitcase in the back seat and her door opened for her to climb in, she waits, as she seems to know now what will happen.
And it does, Donald swats each of her ass cheeks once as he helps her into the car.
The sting of that slight spank, and the tightness of the clamps against her as she drives, set currents running through her the whole drive home.
Donald climbs into his car to back out behind her and looking at her in his rearview mirror, able to see the mixed look rushing over her face and just smile. Yes, Emma is coming along very well.
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E026: Tuesday evening reading
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Posted:Nov 8, 2018 6:14 am
Last Updated:Dec 21, 2018 6:59 pm
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Both now sated, so happy to be together again, Emma and Donald just lie in each other’s arms, the after-throbs running through them. It is not even an hour since Emma arrived.
After their breathing calms, and the adrenaline slows in them both now, a deep sigh comes from Emma. Donald, so holding himself in reins, keeps himself from doing the same.
Emma whispers in his ear that she brought the diary with her for him to see. He kisses her forehead and tells her to get it and meet him in the living room. He will get something for them to eat and drink and they will look at it.
Watching her stand and hurry to her suitcase, he is in awe of her glistening mons, covered with their combined cum. And the slight trickle which is running down her thighs from her cunt. Such a lovely sight to watch. He takes his time getting out of the bed, so enjoying this after-show.
He goes to the kitchen and gets the large bowl of pasta he has ready, and the bottle of wine. The glasses are already waiting in the living room. He arrives to find Emma sitting cross-legged on the couch, her gleaming cunt just tempting him.
The diary is on the coffee table as Emma waits for him.
He sits down next to her, pours wine in their glasses and lifts a forkful of pasta to her lips. And then, he lifts the same fork to his own mouth, loving that her mouth has been on it.
“Emma, do you want to start reading the next entry to me? I will feed us both as you do.” And with that, before she answers, he lifts another forkful to her lips. Then lifts the wine glass for her to sip.
And as she begins to read more of the diary, this is how it goes on. He will eat and drink a little, and as Emma pauses in the story, feed her some too. And lift her drink to her lips. They spend the next few hours like this, both so engrossed in her mother’s story unfolding, before moving on to the next level.
Emma begins to read to Donald the next entry in the diary now dated three days later, covering what happened from after her first night of being spanked.
April 21, 2018
What a few days this has been. Only now have I found time to record it all.
Edward drove me home after our wonderful evening, my ass still stinging some from his discipline, but my pussy was also throbbing from what happened afterward. It was close to three a.m. when I got home, he walked me to the door, kissed me, and then as I turned to go into the house he swatted both my cheeks one last time.
The juices just started flowing out of me with that.
Luckily my parents were well asleep and didn’t hear me sneak in. I went to my bedroom and undressed, and I must confess I stood in front of my mirror and looked over my shoulder to see the fading pink hand marks on my ass.
I so now understand how I need Edward to keep me in line, make me the perfect wife I need to be for him. As I climbed into bed and started to try to sleep, all I could do was play over him spanking me so well, and then the feel of him throbbing in me afterward. Yes, as he said, I am his wife now.
Friday
In the morning I heard my parents moving around in the kitchen and I got up. Dressed just in a robe, I went into the kitchen. Both looked at me quizzically, I guess I still had a smug, so satisfied, look on my face. Before I could start to say anything, the phone rang. I answered it and it was Edward. He greeted me good morning and told me to tell my parents just the basics of what we have planned.
I so wanted to talk more intimately with him, but my parents were right there so all I could reply was yes, that I understood. He told me he would come to pick me up at six that night after he got off work.
I just told my parents that Edward and I had reached an understanding and want to be married as soon as possible. My father irrupted with concern, asking if we had to get married for such a rush of things. I assured him it was not that at all, just that we reached a point where being together was all that mattered.
Somewhat reassured, he and my mother started gushing over the impending nuptials.
I went and dressed after breakfast, but all I could think of, and lust for, was Edward’s touch on me again. In any way.
It was a long day for me. I don’t work; Mom and Dad wanted me just to be near them and not be concerned since I graduated college. This is probably how I have become so spoiled and bratty as Edward mentioned. I went over my flaws all day and thought that I did so want Edward to make me learn how to be a proper and polite wife. Each time I thought of some of the sins I have committed I imagined his hands spanking me to make me realize my mistakes.
What a strange day for me, but I could feel myself as I dripped into my panties.
Six o’clock came and I was out front waiting for him. As soon as he pulled up I jumped into the passage seat of his burgundy 1973 Thunderbird. The smile Edward gave me melted my heart.
Edward last night was the first man I had intercourse with. At twenty-eight now, I had in the past my share of boyfriends, but we never went beyond me jerking them off. Edward was now thirty. I knew he had girlfriends before and had sexual intercourse with a few. But this now between us made none of that matter.
Edward drove us to an excluded place at the lake and told me to get in the back seat with him. I did not know what to expect, but the seats are wide there, so anything is possible. I had worn a loose dress, which was a little low cut, but not as much as what I had worn last night. My legs were bare as the weather is starting to warm.
In the backseat, Edward undid his pants and pulled them and his boxers down to his thighs.
“Charlotte, to be an ideal wife for me, there is something you need to learn to do and perfect doing.”
With that, he placed his hand behind the back of my head and pressed me down until my lips were just over his glans.
“Open up, Charlotte, and show me what a quick learner you are.”
Now Deep Throat had come out a couple of years ago, and everyone now did know about blow jobs and sucking cock. I had seen a clip of the ending of the movie, so did in a way know what to do. I opened my lips and took his glans into my mouth and began to suck on it.
The immediate sound of Edward's enjoyment encouraged me along. I took more and more of it in my mouth, as much as I could, until I began to choke a little. I pulled back some and ran my tongue up and down his shaft, and as he patted my head, I went and took first one ball and then the other into my mouth and sucked on them.
Back to the glans and trying to take more of him in without gagging. I did get three-quarters of him in my mouth and was sucking hard on him when Edward pressed more of him up in me. I felt him in the back of my mouth, moving into my throat. I tried to breathe around it and through my nose, but it was gagging me being there.
I got a rhythm then. I would pull back, get a breath, press it up in me more and suck for about a half a minute until needed to pull back some to breathe again. Edward seemed content with this maneuver, and I soon tasted the first of his precum.
What a wonderful taste. I had never tasted cum. Oh okay, I did occasionally lick my fingers of my juices after masturbating, which was interesting to me too. But Edward's scent and taste were intoxicating. I sucked and sucked at him as he moaned with pleasure.
Edward took my hand and guided me to squeeze his balls over and over, and then my other hand to hold the base of his shaft and jerk him when I pulled away a bit. It seemed he thought I got the hang of things pretty quickly. I would never tell him, but I had jerked guys before. But that was as far as I would go.
After I had been squeezing his balls for a while, he took my hand again and led them to his taint where he guided me to press my fingers against it to bring pleasure for him in his prostate too. I soon had that timing going also.
After a while, Edward let out a great moan, and I felt his cum shooting into my mouth and down my throat. I had to back up a little so I could swallow it all. A little did drip on my chin as I lifted my head after he was spent.
Edward just smiled at me, ran his finger over my chin to catch it all and put that finger in my mouth which I just sucked on to clean it.
He took me in his arms and kissed my head, and then slowly worked down over my eyes, my ears, my face and finally on my lips to kiss me deeply.
In a hoarse voice, Edward said to me, “Charlotte, you did that excellently. If I didn’t know better, I would think you have done that before.”
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a velvet ring box.
“Charlotte, you are going to make me an amazing wife, with some training and discipline. This is for you.” He opened the box and a five-carat diamond in a beautiful setting gleamed up at me.
He took it from the box and placed in on my finger. It fit perfectly. I just grinned at him unable to say anything. Instead, I just leaned toward him and kissed him fully.
We were officially engaged. I knew it would not be for long, but it felt so wonderful to be his intended. Even if we both knew we are already married in spirit to each other.
We climbed back into the front seat and he drove us to an exclusive restaurant for dinner.
After, he took me back to his apartment again, undressed me and had me lay on my back on the bed. He undressed too, and kneeling beside the bed between my legs, he pulled me to him as he spread my legs. And then it happened. I felt his lips kissing my inner thighs, then his tongue running up and down them. Moving closer and closer to my pussy.
I could not believe this was happening. Never have I felt this before, and it did feel so good.
His lips ran up me more and more, he took one of my outer lower lips in his lips and sucked on it over and over, then the other doing the same. I felt them swelling as the blood rushed into them. When he told me they were now nice and rosy like my bottom yesterday, he spread the lips as shivers ran through me as he ran his tongue up and down my slit. He licked up all my juices which had been dripping out of me. He murmured 'umms' and 'awes' at each swipe he took.
It was all wonderful, and my moans and whimpers of pleasure let him know I was enjoying this so.
His tongue first found my vag and slipped up into it as far as he could go. Running it round and round in my cavern. I gasped and moaned at this new feeling. But as wonderful as that was, and I did not want it to stop, when he licked up my slit to my clit and began to polish it with his tongue a loud cry came from my lips, and my hands held his head and pressed his lips closer on me.
When I did not think it could get any better, as he licked and teased my clit, I felt two, then three of his fingers up in my vag now, pressing, looking, finding my g-spot. I was in ecstasy, and the moans and cries coming from me let Edward know he was doing everything right for me.
And then it happened. My back arched, and a guttural moan came out of me, and I clutched his fingers in my cunt hard as I came. Oh, how I came. I knew Edward had cum hard in the car, but I think what I was feeling at the moment far surpassed that.
Edward lifted his face off me when he realized how hard I had come. He climbed up on the bed next to me, and just caressed my face and shoulders. He leaned and kissed my neck and whispered in my ear how delicious I was, and how well I responded.
I was drained. And he could tell. He tenderly dressed me and then himself, and took me home.
At the door after kissing for a good while, he told me he would be over tomorrow afternoon to talk to my father about our marriage. Just hearing those words 'our marriage' sent electric shocks running through me.
That part ends, and the pasta is down to a few more bites. Emma is overwhelmed with what she is reading. Her parents? But the story so far is making her lust so much more for her Donald, her Professor, her teacher, leader, into this wonderful new world.
She passes the diary to Donald and says in such a husky voice now, “Could you read the next part? I’m not sure I can.”
Emma slides down between her Professor’s legs, spreads his thighs and takes his glans into her mouth to suck and lick. Running her tongue back and forth over his slit and then sucking the glans until it starts to redden. Her fingers on his shaft jerking up and down on him brings Donald to full salute quickly. Her other hand caresses his balls. Donald leans his head back and sighs deeply.
Emma slows her pace and just caresses him with her fingers, lips and tongue as he begins to read the next part of this entry.
Saturday
I was up early for me as I realized to be Edward's excellent wife I could not be sleeping in late each day and needed to train myself. I showered and got dressed, picking out an outfit that I thought Edward would enjoy and approve of.
At three o’clock he arrived. I greeted him at the door and did see him glancing down my V-neck top admiring my breasts. It brought a tiny smile to my face as he lifted his eyes, took me in his arms and kissed me good.
I took him into the living room where my parents were sitting. They know Edward rather well now and greeted him fondly. After the basic beginning conversation was dispensed with, he asked my father if he could speak to him privately. This surprised me some, as I thought we would all talk about what he and I have agreed on together.
Instead, he and my father went to the den, closing the door. While they were gone, Mother saw my engagement ring for the first time and admired it and commented that Edward had to have spent a good deal on it.
“He must truly treasure you, my dear; something this valuable is only given when a man genuinely cares for a woman,” my mother told me.
I felt shivers running through me at that statement, thinking about what Edward is coming to treasure about me. I just hope I can be all that he expects.
It was almost an hour before Edward and my father came back into the living room. Smiles on both their faces.
“Well, it looks like we have things to celebrate tonight. Go get your things, girls; I am taking us all out to dinner,” my father announced.
We were soon at a very nice restaurant in the next town. Edward and I rode in the back seat, and he just caressed my arm in such a way that lightning bolts ran through my body, leaving me very quiet for the ride. My hand found a way to his thigh and knowing my parents could not see, stroked it up further and further until he placed his hand over mine and moved it, whispering to me, “Baby, no more or I will not be able to get out of the car.”
I just smiled as I realized what he was telling me and just kissed his chin.
At the restaurant, my father chose a smaller square table for us to sit at, having Edward and I sit across from each other with my parents on each side of us. This made me pout a little as I wanted to sit next to my beloved. The warning glance from Edward made me stop immediately.
Champagne was ordered and served, and as my father lifted his glass to make the first toast, I felt something between my legs. I jumped a little at first but realized that Edward had slipped his foot out of his loafer and was working his way to my pussy with it. I sighed behind my champagne at the touch from his toes. It felt so different and delightful.
I slipped off my shoe and lifted my foot to lay on his thigh. He reached down and caressed it before directing it over his cock entrapped in his pants.
We spent the whole dinner this way. Me, dripping through my panties, probably soaking his sock in the process. He, lifting my foot away from time to time when he got too hard. My parents babbled on and on but we answered mostly in monosyllabic replies. How we maintained our outward composure is still a mystery to me.
All in all, it was a very nice dinner with my parents. They did seem to really like Edward and accepted our desire to marry very quickly. My mother was a little perturbed about this as she wanted me to have a big, over-planned wedding, but my father assured her it would still be nice, and enough people would be there.
Then she was distressed if people would think we had to get married. This made me smile broadly as Edward told her, “We do not plan to have for a year or two, so they can think it for a while, but when there is no evidence that Charlotte is showing or no baby in less than nine months, they will just realize what fools they have made of themselves.”
We all laughed at that and my father poured more champagne.
Back at the house, my parents left us to talk in the living room and headed to their bedroom. Edward held me tight, stroking my head and back, in between sweet kisses.
“Charlotte, you did pout some at the restaurant but you did stop right away. As long as you are good tomorrow, since you did toe fuck me so nicely, we will let it pass. If not, you know what is ahead for you tomorrow afternoon.
“I should probably go now, though I do hate leaving you anymore. I will be here for you tomorrow morning to go to church. After, we will talk with the preacher about our wedding. May 4th seems like a good day for it. You will have some time to prepare and invite people,” Edward continued.
Then he kissed me and taking my clinging arms from around his neck--I did so not want him to leave either--he gave me one last kiss, and left.
I went to bed and lay there and imagined his toes and feet pressed against my wet cunt over and over.
As Donald reaches that ending in the diary, Emma is sucking him so hard, jerking him faster and faster from hearing the foot-play part of his reading that he throws his head back, moans loudly and cums. Emma takes it all into her mouth, swallowing as much as she can. He is speechless for several minutes.
Then he pulls Emma up on the couch, kisses her gently and tells her she did a very good job. Hearing his praises is music to Emma’s ears.
Donald hands her the diary and tells her that it is her turn to read again. As she begins, he falls between her thighs, spreads Emma’s legs and starts a slow process of kissing and licking her inner thighs as he heads closer and closer to her prize.
Her reading of the next part of this entry in her mother’s diary is interrupted again and again as she sighs and moans from the attention Donald is paying her.
Sunday
Edward was here to get me before we had even finished breakfast. As I completed getting ready he had a cup of coffee with my parents and chatted. They would follow in their own car to church.
He had told his parents about asking me to marry him before he came over yesterday and called them this morning to tell them the date we decided on. They would be at church too.
We all arrived and hugs and kisses were shared with congratulations and best wishes. I found myself so excited with the warm welcome I received from Edward’s parents, I found myself wiggling and squirming all through the service. That is, until Edward leaned to my ear and told me to behave and sit properly. And then leaned to me again to say, “After we meet with the minister, I think we need to go back to my place for a while; someone has earned herself a spanking today after all.”
Just the mention of what was ahead for me made me start to drip, and it took all my willpower not to squirm more from that sensation. Edward took my hand in his and squeezed it when I got myself better in control. Needless to say, most of the sermon was lost to me.
After church, as had been arranged, we met with the minister to arrange for the church and him for May 4th. We were with him for over an hour, he gave us some pre-marital counseling and arranged the specifics for the day. We decided we would only have one witness each so not to have to plan too much.
That finally done, Edward took my elbow and led me to his car. I felt myself becoming adrenaline-charged thinking where I would be in just minutes.
I knew we only had about three hours now until we were to meet our parents at the country club for dinner and planning. Between our mothers, they know everyone in town and have special status from their positions in the community as the wives of the bank president and local judge. So I know the two had been planning and scheming since we left them.
Edward was aware of the time too. He led me to the couch immediately and had me stand next to it, facing him as he sat down.
“Charlotte, it will be important for you to tell me before your punishment what you have done wrong to earn it.”
“Edward, I was bad yesterday to pout when I didn’t get what I wanted about sitting next to you. But you did make sitting across from you enjoyable too. Now knowing that, it was even worse that I acted in a spoiled manner then. And today in church I did not sit quietly or properly during the service. I was so excited about all that was ahead I did not present myself with proper decorum.”
Edward pulled me across his lap and lifted my dress to above my waist. He struggled a bit to lower my pantyhose and panties to my upper thighs. And then the pre-rubbing of my cheeks began as he repeated what I did wrong and why I was being punished for it.
Without real warning, Edward raised his hand and spanked both my cheeks hard. I could feel the initial sting. Then again, and again. His hand rained down on me spanking me over and over.
Spank, spank, slap, spank, slap, spank, spank, spank, smack, smack, slap, slap, spank, spank, spank.
Tears were dripping from my eyes, but just as much or more, juices were dripping from my cunt. The tingles running through me with each spank were both painful and exhilarating to me. My cries were combined with moans of pleasure.
When Edward slid his other hand to run his fingers up and down my slit and found how wet it was, he mumbled, “My, my, my young lady. I would think you are enjoying this some besides being punished for improper behavior. I will have to keep that in mind.”
“Edward, I am learning my lesson, but yes, something else comes over me as you spank me, it seems.”
With that, Edward spanked me for a few more minutes before having me stand. He pulled my stockings and panties off me and brought me to his lap to hug and kiss me and tell me he knows I will try my best to be good.
Then he led me to his bedroom and had me undress him slowly. Only then did he remove my dress and bra. He had me lie on my back on the bed with my legs hanging over the side. He pulled up a footstool and sat on it between my legs. He spread my legs.
Edward began kissing and licking my inner thighs. It felt so good. Then, as he had Friday, he took one of my lower lips in his mouth and sucked it until it was swollen and red as my ass. Then the other. Then the same treatment to my inner lips. I was breathless as he did this.
This was becoming a new and wonderful adventure I was on, and I realized I could have this over and over again with Edward. When his tongue then ran up and down my slit I yelled in happiness. My juices were flowing so much, even with him licking them away, more just poured out, dripping down to my crack and over my still stinging cheeks.
That feeling of a little pain was erased by the pleasure I was experiencing.
Edward lifted my calves so my heels were now pressed against my ass, and then bent them wide and aside so I was in a frog-type position. Well worth it when next he pressed his tongue up into my vag as far as it would go and licked the sides, sopping up all the wetness he could. I felt his nose press against my clit as he did this.
I moaned with delight. I felt tingles up and down my spine as he did. Then to make me even giddier than I already was, he moved his tongue to circle and lick at my clit.
He teased at it until I was whimpering for more, and then when he started to buff it with his tongue, and three fingers went up my cunt to press in and out of it, it did not take long until my back was arching, my vag clenching at his fingers, and I cried out in orgasm.
He slowed and removed his touch and tongue as I panted and started to calm a little.
But he did not let me too much; instead, he pushed me back on the bed, climbed up between my thighs, lifted my legs to his shoulder and plunged into me hard and fast. Both our panting increased as our passion now grew together.
He rode me in and out as I continued to clench against his cock. It was almost like I was locked in a throbbing mode that could not stop. He looked down on me with such desire now, his face, neck and chest as bright red as my ass must have been. We were in a state of bliss, not caring about time or anyone but just us.
It did not take long though before we both cried out in zeal as we came together. He collapsed on me and rolled us so we were lying on our sides. His kisses of infatuation made me slightly cum for the third time.
After about fifteen minutes of us just in each other’s arms, enjoying this mesh now between us, Edward told me to go clean up and then we needed to dress to go meet our parents.
A half hour later, we both looked very close to how we did when we left the church earlier. My ass was still stinging some, but it was a reminder for me. As we walked to the car, Edward did place his hand on my ass cheek, and when he opened the door for me to get in, he gave each one more playful smack.
I opened my purse to get out lipstick to freshen up and saw another crisp one-hundred-dollar bill there.
As Emma reads this part of the entry Donald is still down between her thighs. When she gets to the part about her father licking and sucking her mother, Donald begins reenacting what she reads. She slows her reading through this part, as his touch on her is getting her into the same state her mother reached. He does wait for her to finish reading before he turns her on the couch and fucks her the same way which was just described.
They end in the same way also.
But, rather than tell her to go clean up, he lifts her off the couch, and carries her to her bedroom where they spend the night touching, licking, sucking, kissing, caressing and much more, besides some sleep. It is rather late when they do just cling together to fall asleep for the night.
Donald thinks that though they did not work on a new pearl tonight, that will come soon. The intensity of this evening together was worth every moment of it.
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