E075: Bad Emma
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Posted:Apr 8, 2019 8:06 am
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Their vacation continues wonderfully, Donald and Emma have fun on the beach, by and in the pool at the beach house, and exploring the area. Two days later, in the early afternoon, after playing in the pool for a while Donald and Emma are just lying soaking in the sun. Of course, they are both naked here where no one can see them.
Emma begins to feel rather warm and gets up and goes into the house to get something cool to drink. And then this imp in her takes over to change the course of the whole afternoon.
When she opens the freezer for some ice, she sees some ice packs used for the cooler laying there. Each is flat and about six- or eight inches square. She is so warm right now, and this new desire overtakes her. She takes two of the pack to the bathroom with her, forgetting about anything to drink.
She searches and finds the premade enemas Donald bought for them to use one night together for some anal fun, and she realizes that she wants that now, but more.
She shakes two of the bottles and presses them up in her to fill her. Then placing the ice packs on the seat of the toilet she sits on them. They are so cold. Her ass wiggles from them, but they are giving this sensation which is ricocheting through every nerve in her body. As she feels the contents of her intestines churning as the enema does its magic, the cold she can tell is reddening her ass.
It is such a derelict arousal she is feeling run through her. She sits like this for over twenty minutes just moaning with the exquisite pain and pleasure running through her.
Meanwhile, Donald is beginning to wonder where Emma has gone. He gets up and goes into the beach house searching for her.
Suddenly, Emma sees him standing in the bathroom door looking at her as he hears her loud sighs and whimpers. She hangs her head some, and he realizes what game she is now entering. And as he does, he takes in the whole picture.
The empty enema bottles, the ice packs under her. Where did she come up with this idea for a sensual delight for herself?
Taking the role he knows she wants him to play, Donald speaks sternly, “Emma what are you doing? You know you are not to use the enemas unless we agree together, and now you have wasted two of them.”
Emma loves this response, as it is playing into the naughty girl fantasy which started when she looked into the freezer. But at the same time, she needs to lift the toilet seat very soon and release herself.
She looks at Donald mischiefly and stammers, “I…I…just felt I needed to empty myself, which is going to happen very soon.” She stands, drops the ice packs to the floor as she lifts the seat.
Donald, seeing how red her bottom is from the ice, feels his cock twitching and starting to rise some. This is so intriguing and something he never would have thought of. He watches as Emma quickly plops on to the toilet and all is released from her. Her sighs of relief as all empties from her tells Donald she is feeling this in a very sensual way.
Donald wants to take her to the peak for this game she has started. When he can tell she has emptied all that she can now, he walks to the toilet and flushes it.
Again, in a fake stern voice, Donald tells her, “Young lady, this bad behavior will be dealt with shortly, but I think right now since you wasted two of the four, we might as well use them all up and make sure you are fully internally rinsed. Bend over the counter and wait, I will be right back to continue this.”
Emma with a sly smile on her lips quickly does as he says. Donald picks up the ice packs and leaves for a minute. Emma moans to herself as she bends and waits over the counter; she was enjoying the sensation of the cold packs on her ass. Them making her cheeks red, chilled and a bit damp.
She hears Donald moving around and wonders what he is doing. She can tell he is putting things down in the bedroom just outside the bathroom and then he comes through the door. Donald walks to the toilet and puts the seat down again, and places two new ice packs on it.
Emma can feel her stomach flipping thinking that he does understand this and what is ahead for her.
Donald comes and stands beside her, opening and shaking one of the enema bottles. Sitting on the stool there, he puts a little lube on the head and tells Emma to lay over his lap. She does as told.
“Laying this way for a few minutes first as we put this in you will help it move up deeper in you,” he tells her. He begins to squeeze the bottle to let all the fluid enter her. Then he does the same with the last bottle. After he does, he rubs her red ass cheek as he has her stay in this position for ten minutes.
When the time is up, he tells her to sit on the toilet seat but smacks both cheeks a few times before she does.
The sting of the spanks heating her bottom makes sitting on the icy packs even more intense. It feels like the fireworks they watched the other night are exploding inside her, sending their fiery streams through her whole body. Though it is so cold on her ass, there is a heat burning inside her.
And then Donald does something almost to take her over the edge to sublime ecstasy.
He tells Emma to spread her legs, he reaches and spreads her labia wide open, and places a smaller ice pack against her slit. Feelings of her freezing slit rush through Emma and she shouts out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. But it is all pleasure really as she cums for the first time, her body shaking and shuttering. The fireworks are doing a first finale in her.
Donald tells her to close her legs, and she feels the iciness of the new back in such a delicate place also. He continues explaining she has to sit this way for the next thirty minutes. This is going to be hard, as Emma feels the fluids in her working their magic making her feel so close to needing to release.
Donald leaves her again, and she can hear him moving around the bedroom, humming softly to himself. Him finding her and picking up on this so quickly is better than she could have expected.
Emma is not sure what the devil came over her when she saw the ice bags, but immediately knew today she needed a good spanking and then ass fuck, and she knows Donald understands fully and is going to make sure this happens as much as she needs it.
The ice part, she hopes as she feels the packs numbing her cheeks and now cunt, will add to the sensation of her being spanked. It feels like a couple of hours, but it is only the thirty minutes when Donald comes back into the bathroom, tells Emma to spread her legs again and he takes that ice pack away.
He has her stand as he removes the other packs from the seat and lifts it. Emma sits on it, and though she does need to release all the fluids in her, being so cold from the ice, it takes a minute to relax to let it all out fully.
When all is fully out of her, Donald has her lean over the counter as he washes her ass, crack and hole thoroughly. Only then does he speak, again with the sternness in his voice, “Young lady, for your behavior, and sneaking off to do so, you need a good spanking, come along, let’s get started.” As he takes her by the wrist, and leads her into the bedroom.
Emma sees a straight back chair sitting in front of the dresser which has a hairbrush and leather paddle laying on it. Donald had never spanked her like this before, always on a couch or bed where she laid across his lap her head and legs supported. This is going to be good, and she feels her cunt warming so as fluids begin to drip from her glistening her pussy. Donald notices as she stands waiting for him to direct her.
Now Donald, and Emma, both together and separately have been reading a lot of erotica off their tablets lately. Especially now on vacation. Donald, just this morning, read a story which suggested such a wonderful idea for a full and complete spanking. Perhaps it is a common practice in the spanking world, but it is a new idea to him. It is too bad with all the stories he has read lately he can’t remember which one suggested it. But from it, the idea, next to the hairbrush and paddle is a water squirt bottle.
Emma wonders what that is doing there but does not think much about it.
Donald sits on the chair and tells Emma to come to his right side and bend over. They are both still naked. Emma does as commanded. She is a little wobblily get settled on his lap, her head hanging down on one side, with her hands holding on to the floor for support, her feet barely reaching the ground, actually only on tiptoes, on the other side.
Donald moves her some on his lap to get her in a good position with her ass raised a bit. “Now Emma, you know why you are getting this spanking don’t you?”
Emma in the position she is in, with blood rushing to her head, just meekly replies that she does.
After rubbing her cheeks some like Donald always does before he begins, the feeling of his warm hands over her frozen ass is rather nice, and she feels herself begin to drip again.
But then a difference comes into play.
She feels the water being sprayed over her ass cheeks, not a lot, more of just a mist. She wonders what is going on, but then suddenly understands. Her ass is now so tender from the ice packs, the spritz of water on her cheeks will make each spank sting even more — what an idea.
Emma waits to see if this adds to or takes away from being spanked. She does not have long to wait.
SPANK! The first of the hand spanks lands on her left cheek. Followed by a SPANK on her right cheek.
Between the numbness from the ice, and the sprinkle of water to sensitize her ass the sting of each spank is electrifying. It adds to the sting of the spank but does send rushes running through her.
Donald continues to spank her a number of times.
Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank.
Back and forth over and around each cheek, hitting and warming all of the redness from the ice packs.
He stops, rubs her ass a little, squeezing each cheek as he does, and then spritzes her again and begins afresh. Emma finds herself lifting her feet off the ground kicking and flailing them in response to each spank. Bracing herself with her hands and arms, she does suddenly realize that Donald has such a firm hold with his left arm and hand around her waist holding her tightly in place as he spanks.
Understanding his need to care for her even while he is spanking and punishing her is so endearing to Emma that she begins to let her tears flow. He is so into the role of him needing to discipline his bad girl right now. Emma realizes though she has been bad. Using the enemas today when they were to be saved for a day from now, she did deserve this spanking. And that opened the floodgates.
Crying and thrashing Emma endures the continued hand spanking, knowing there are still two more rounds to go.
Donald slows and again rubs her ass, the spray bottle is brought into play again, and she feels the back of the hairbrush running gently around her cheeks until in spanks her for the first time. Then more and more relentlessly back and forth over her cheeks, and upper thighs.
Emma can feel moving from freezing, to now burning, her ass cheeks are getting a full and complete workout. She continues to cry and kick her legs. She can’t explain the feeling of liberation that comes over her as her tears wash away years of confinement and containment. Each spank awakens her more and more. The tears are in part from joy, and from release from all she has felt guilty over for so long.
And the sexual arousal she gets from it all, she feels the sting of each spank, but it sends this charge starting at her ass and spreading through her body with each stroke she receives. She is so into this revelation to herself that she does not notice that Donald is again slowing and rubbing her cheeks. And then another mist over her so stinging, hot ass, and then she feels the leather paddle against her cheeks.
She cries out as she awakes from her pondering realizing what is about to commence.
As the first strike of the paddle hits her, shudders run through Emma’s body, she feels herself throbbing in her vag, and her back arches as she feels a gigantic orgasm thrash through her. Donald does not let up on the measured spankings with the paddle come down on her, and in quick secession.
Emma is panting hard between her sobs, and Donald delivers a final ten, places the paddle on the dresser, and lifts and turns Emma, so she is on his lap, her arms around his neck as she sobs and sobs into his shoulder.
He allows her to for a few minutes, and when she calms enough, Donald tells her to kneel on the bed with her legs spread wide. As Emma assumes her place and position, she sees some condoms and lube laying on the bed next to where she squats.
Donald is going to play out this fantasy of hers fully.
He comes up behind Emma, and she feels the coolness of the lube dripping around her asshole. She shudders at the feel of it and what is to come. Donald’s fingers massage the lube around her hole and up in it a bit.
Emma appreciates the finger action first to ready her for what is about to come.
She can hear Donald open a condom pack and the quiet smack as he places one on his tip. Emma feels like her hearing has amplified in the last few minutes. Her nerves are raw, and it seems everything is moving in such slow motion when she needs this right now.
She listens as Donald spreading lube all up and down the condom and especially on the glans.
And then it begins.
She feels the glans against her back hole pressing gently but firmly against her anus. She feels Donald enter her an inch or so and shudders run through her once again. Deeper and deeper he thrusts into her. She moans with delight at this decadent pleasure.
She can hear Donald’s heavy breathing, and from the hardon, she felt under her as he spanked her over the chair makes her realize how much he too has been enjoying this two or three-act play.
Deeper and deeper Donald presses up in her. His fingers find a way to her vag and spreading her outer lips to get to Emma’s cave to press into it with his fingers, and his thumb against Emma’s clit to rub and wiggle as he slams into her ass over and over.
Donald is panting and breathing as hard as is Emma; both have a red glow over their faces and necks, almost as deep as Emma’s freshly spanked ass. It isn’t that long before they both can’t contain themselves anymore and each explode into their own climax. Donald’s seed spews up into Emma’s ass, and she withers into a puddle after screaming out, arching her back, throbbing both her cunt and ass against Donald as she cums spectacularly.
Donald falls on Emma’s back as she collapses him kissing her neck and shoulders murmuring over and over, “Thank you Emma for a wonderful, surprising afternoon.”
When they recover enough, Donald gets wet cloths to clean themselves, and as he does he admires Emma’s still rosy ass. The combination of the ice packs, water spritzes, and diligent spanking makes her fading away take longer.
And then wickedness comes over him now.
He goes to the dresser and pulls out a swimsuit – if you could call it that - a skimpy-two-piece bathing suit. He also grabs a swimsuit for himself. “Emma put this suit on, we are going to the beach for the last of the sun this afternoon,” he tells her as he steps into his suit.
Emma looks at him quizzically, but steps into the suit. While not a thong, it is very high cut in the back, showing off a lot of ass. When Emma glances at her back in the mirror, she sees her rosy ass on almost full display.
‘NO! Donald would not make her do that would he?’ is all that she can think. But when he comes back into the room and tells her with a smirking grin on his face it is time to go, he has everything packed; she realizes he is going to make her take the walk of shame.
All the people on the beach will see her ass on display and realize what discipline she just needed. Her asshole is sore and tender from the onslaught she just went through, and the thought of having to walk her spanked ass through a beach crowd blows her away.
But then, those electric currents run through her once again, and the idea of people watching her walk by and noticing seems like the hottest thing she can do today. She knows none of these people, nor will she ever see them again.
This extension of her fantasy that Donald has come up with is the wonderful final act of today’s play. She nods to Donald and walks in front of him out the door and down the path to the beach.
He carries their beach bag in one hand, and his other is on the small of her back, though occasionally he drops it to squeeze one or the other of her cheeks.
Emma is somewhat disappointed as they reach the beach that there are not that many people there in the late afternoon. But as she walks by the ones there she wiggles her ass a little to bring attention to herself.
Donald watchs amused by her antics and the realization that this act of humiliation is rather turning her on.
When they get to a spot, and he lays down their towels, he pulls her close to her and whispers in her ear, “Someone has been a little exhibitionist just now. Does she need to have her bottom spanked again, and follow-up again when we go back to the beach house?”
Emma’s eyes glistening, smiles at him in an impish way any replies, “Perhaps I do.”
Donald laughs and pulls her onto the towels to kiss and fondle her some behind the big umbrella shading them a little.
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E074: Emma’s mother’s story continues: Emma is born
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Posted:Apr 6, 2019 11:11 am
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2019 11:56 am
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Back to the beach house, after having something to eat, Emma sitting at Donald’s feet, he opens her mother’s diary to read more. Both are naked, and Emma switches from caressing his cock to sucking it a little as he reads to her. After this wonderful vacation, he is giving her, being his complete sub for the day, and now this evening seems so right.
They had read more day-to-day entries about Charlotte and Edward, but there had been no mention of Susan again until an entry in 1978.
June 30, 1978
I have left so much out of here, a lot is so important. When we returned from our honeymoon in 1974, I did not see Susan for over a month. Both our lives were so busy, and I think we were unsure where things would lead if we did see each other. Now I realize what silliness we went through, both longing to touch and caress each other again, but our marriages and the time kept us from exploring more.
Things had been going very well with Edward; we had sex at least once a day, sometimes multiple times. He did spank me now and then, but each time I knew I deserved it, and his hand, paddle or brush swatting my ass cheeks did get me so wet and throbbing. Afterward, we always had marvelous sex, and I could depend on having a hundred-dollar bill on my pillow in the morning.
And he gave me a few more pieces of jewelry as I learned to pleasure him fully.
In late June that year, I could not contain myself anymore, and while things were so perfect with Edward, I needed to see and be with Susan I realized. Her touch sent rockets through me in such a different way, and I realized that I did love and want sex constantly.
I called her and invited her to lunch at my house on Wednesday. She quickly accepted.
When she arrived there was an awkward moment at the door, but as soon as I shut it, we just gazed into each other’s eyes, and in seconds we were in each other’s arms kissing with such abandon passion.
For the time we forgot about lunch, and I led her upstairs and to the extra bedroom. Edward never came in here, to him it was just an empty space in the house, unneeded but nice to have. From that moment on, it was Susan’s and my room.
We struggled to get each out of their clothes as quickly as possible as we kissed and fondled each other. We fell, both nude, on the bed and we picked up right where we left off the night before my wedding.
Our hands and fingers were all over each other. Susan leaned and sucked my tits fully for so long. They hurt a little from such wonderful attention, but it was this good sexually charged hurt. I then did the same to her in return. It felt like her boobs were a bit bigger than the last time we were together, but that just added to the enjoyment. We slid around in our positions, and we were at each other’s pussy just taking in the scent of each other again.
Then with our fingers and tongues began to bring each other to that climax which we can only get to together. It was much different than when I do with Edward. With Susan it is a slow rising of heat from me, shivers start running through me and only when have been fully sated with her fingers in me, knowing just where to press, her tongue teasing my clit rotation with her lips sucking on my labia. We both were bringing each other to the tipping point. It was together as we both reached that peak and came.
Moaning together, we turned some, and I laid my head on her stomach, just softly playing with her mons hair, as she stroked my head. It was a wonderful and tender moment between us.
I told her I did not want to be apart like that ever again, and Susan agreed. Chatting softly we came up with the idea of our Wednesday ‘lunches’ here. We agreed that she would come at eleven every Wednesday and stay until three or so. She would be well gone by the time Edward came home, and I could be cleaned up. As it soon became a habit, we would clean up together in the clawfoot bath after our fun and games.
We played a little more later, just finger fucking each other until we came as deeply kissing each other as we did. It was a wonderful reunion.
And so it began. Every Wednesday she was here, we played and talked, and came and came. We chatted about our husbands, how much we enjoyed being with them, but this was something different which gave a different satisfaction. Sometimes one or the other of us had a sore bottom from being spanked the night before, but taking the time to kiss, and caress the stinging cheeks just added another dimension to our fun. We would compare how hard we came and wet we got when spanked, and the release each gave us.
About two weeks later, Susan’s news was something unexpected. She was pregnant! I congratulated her and asked when it was due. My heart was breaking some thinking that our play together would be halted with this news. But Susan assured me we could continue to have fun and enjoy the changes her body was going through.
And we did.
As Susan’s stomach and breast grew, I had great delight rubbing lotion on her and then dipping down between her legs to pleasure her. She could not see me, so it was fun to surprise her with different tricks and treats. She came over and over. Then me on my side, as she could not manage on her stomach now, one leg over her shoulders, she would take me to that special place with her fingers and tongue on me.
One time we tried me sitting on her face as she laid on her back, but in such a position I was so afraid I would smother her. She did not like it either. That was more something men like to fantasize about, but in reality, it isn’t the most satisfying way for either party.
When Susan was about six months along, and I was sucking long and hard on her tit, suddenly something squirted out of the nipple. It was sweet and warm, and we realized Susan had started lactating. I pulled away immediately though the taste was so delightful. I smiled at Susan, and she told me not to stop, it felt so good to release it. So I bent down again and began nursing from her as she stroked my hair. A good twenty minutes on each breast my stomach just craved more.
That is all we did that day beside a little finger play. Susan said it felt so wonderful me sucking her, and it was good that she is getting ready for motherhood now. This became how we played at the end of her pregnancy. She confided that when Tom found out about her full breasts, he was nursing from her most nights also.
Toward the last month and a half before Susan was due, she told me that while Tom still nursed most nights, he had stopped all sex. Afraid it would hurt the pregnancy. I could tell this was taking her to an extreme level of horniness, being so heavy with , but needing a release to absorb some of the pain she was feeling.
So from then until the week before she delivered, I would suck her to empty her breast for alleviation, and then dip down between her legs to suck, lick, kiss, finger – do anything I could to bring her to climax at least once, but usually two or three times. Afterward she was so grateful for the stimulation which took the feeling of being a beast of burden way.
During this time, I did not mind I was on the giving and not receiving end, I cared for Susan so much I just wanted her to be happy in the state she was in.
When she gave birth to her , Anna, in February of 1975, I hurried to the hospital afterward to see her and the baby. While we kissed in greeting as we do now, all was just focused on the baby. She was cute, small and a bundle of joy.
For a couple of weeks after, Susan stayed confined to home, but then she began visiting on Wednesday’s again. But now with baby Anna, during the next two months, it was that we just adored and fussed over the baby and had some lunch. She did have me suck her tits as Anna was sleeping in the other room to relief them. She said while Anna did nurse well, her breasts were always filled more than needed.
Tom was doing his part with this too.
It was not until almost May that Susan came to call alone. Tom had hired a nanny for Anna during the day to help and keep Susan from being overwhelmed. By then Susan was so in need of attention from me again. Tom had began enjoying her again, but she so yearned for our time together and needed again.
I had no problem with that, and we started up with our Wednesday play, which did now include me sucking her tits at least once during our time together. We were all over each other, fingers, tongues, lips, pleasuring each other and making us each come individually and together over and over.
It was amazing how much, how often, we could pleasure each other in such a short amount of time. And as we laid in each other’s arms as we bathed afterwards, gently stroking and kissing always brought our Wednesday’s to a wonderful close.
It is funny that Edward and Tom never caught on, we bother we were in such a mellow place on Wednesday nights, and if they instigated any sexual play we jumped at it as both our bodies were still highly electrified from the afternoon.
Things went on this way until early January the next year when I realized I was pregnant this time. Edward was ecstatic and Susan so close behind him. Suddenly, our roles were reversed, and Susan was who tended me as I began to grow. Her tenderness to me was endearing, and when my milk began to flow in the sixth month as hers had, I allowed her to taste my nectar first before I let Edward know.
Edward and Tom were such great friends, I knew Tom had told him about nursing Susan and he was waiting in anticipation since we found I was pregnant. So the night after Susan enjoyed first, I told him to try to suck some and see what happened.
His response was overwhelming. You would think he had reached nirvana. There was no stopping him from then on until I gave birth. He made sure my breasts were full and ready all the time. When Susan was not there, I would have to pump my breasts most afternoon due to how much I was producing.
Edward bought me several rather sexy nursing bras to wear, and I received a number of lovely pieces of jewelry. All spankings stopped the moment he knew I was pregnant, and his tender care was enthralling to me.
Emma entered the world in August of 1976, and we were all mesmerized by her. She was such a good baby and so adaptable. Again, a couple of months went by with Susan and I just having lunch with our babies on Wednesdays, us each sucking each other a bit while the babies napped in the other room. Then, in the same way, our mutual lust, feeling recuperated and frisky again the nanny was brought back into play.
For the next year or two, she would come and collect Emma and take her to Susan’s house where she would watch them until Susan came home, and then bring Emma back home. The wonders of those afternoons, our sexual play, fingering and lip fucking each other, along with regular nursing kept us both so happy and gave us a day away from worrying about our babies,
It was during this time that Susan surprised me with the first vibrator which we used on each other to bring us over the peak time and time again. And then a strapon for us to really enjoy fucking each other, which similar to what happened with our husbands, so different when a woman is focusing a cock on you.
Anna was weaned by the time she was one, and Emma at about nine months. But between our husband's enjoyment and ours too, we both did not stop our milk from flowing until 1978.
We both explained to Edward and Tom it was time to bring this to an end, and while both disappointed, accepted our decision. I do have to say that for the two years when Edward did lay next to me each morning and evening sucking at my tits, taking in so much milk, I did receive many gifts of jewelry to show his appreciation. And neither Susan or I were spanked during this whole period.
And so, these last few months, Susan and I have done what was necessary to stop our flow of mother’s nectar and while we are both disappointed to end it, we know with our girls getting older it is not practical to continue. We have our other, now expanded fun, finding new ways, either learned from our husbands, or things we found to pleasure each other for substitutions.
So, like all things, this too has now ended. What will the future hold for all of us?
As Donald reads this entry, Emma, at his feet, is fondling and sucking his cock to full arousal. Every time he reads any part about her mother and Susan nursing she is on his glans sucking it like a nipple, trying and trying he realizes to suck the cream from him. And several times as this goes on he was so close to. Precum dripped out of him over and over, and Emma just licked it up unsated.
When he finishes, he leans back and lets her nurse his cock, just the glans in her mouth, as she sucks him. It is not long before he does start to cum. He tries to hold back some so to allow her to enjoy his cream dripping from him like he is sucking a nipple. He can see she is in another place, enjoying sucking him dry. And to him, it feels wonderful.
When she finishes, Donald wants to return the pleasure to Emma, but something about her demeanor holds him back. Instead, he helps her stand and heads her to the bed where they fall together. They lay with Emma’s head on his chest as he strokes her hair and back until he hears her deep breathing and occasional quiet snore to let him know she is asleep.
Donald stays awake a little longer thinking about the day, this whole vacation, and even back over the last two months since he beheld Emma at his door for the first time. How his life has so changed in such a short time. And how wonderful this ride is being. He finally falls asleep too with a smile on his lips.
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E073: A shopping trip together
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Posted:Apr 4, 2019 7:02 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 5:7 pm
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fter the fireworks end, Donald and Emma return to the beach house and finish the bottle of wine they had taken to enjoy while watching the rockets' red blaze. Due to the nice ocean breeze, the fresh air wafting through the open windows, and just all the sun and fun from the day, they both fall asleep rather quickly.
To back up for a moment:
While Emma calls him ‘Donald’ now, and they seem to be playing on level ground, though it hasn’t been mentioned since its completion, Emma’s pearl necklace is still a central part of their lives together.
She was upset two days after it was completed when Donald took it off her. She whimpered a little and in tears asked, “Why?”
Donald explained she would soon have it back; he just needed to get it restrung and knotted so it would be secure for her always. Through her tears, Emma nodded her acceptance. It was only a couple of days when one afternoon Donald brought it , newly strung, just a tad bit longer due to the knots, and placed it on her. The glow running through her as he did was overwhelming. The necklace now lay more in the nape of her neck, with the misshaped heart loop just hitting her collarbone.
That evening he placed her leash on her, and they spent the evening with her being his special pet again. She found she did rather enjoy, occasionally, being this for him, especially when she got to lick and lap at his cock as she sat at his feet.
Now, in the morning, a few times during the day, and as they lay starting to fall asleep, Donald will pull on the loop, just a little. This sends an electrical rush through Emma each time, and she just murmurs, “Yes, sir” to him to let him know. Yes, he is still her dominant master, and she, his submissive slave. He might be treating her equally a lot now, but she still knows her place with him.
The next morning, as they wake and have their now-usual morning about what the day will hold, Donald again tugs at her loop and Emma replies, “Good morning, sir. What do you wish to do today?”
Donald smiles fondly at her; to know she can so easily assume this role when required is enthralling to him. He hugs Emma to him and says, “Let’s go exploring this morning and see what we come across. Now to the shower so we can get going soon.” He swats her ass affectionately to get them started on the day.
Soon they're dressed, Emma in a simple sleeveless shift, he in shorts and a polo shirt. Both are nice and golden tan now. Due to this, he keeps Emma’s makeup minimal to show off her natural beauty, which is coming to the surface so much now.
Donald does love showing her off to the world, with it firmly known she is his unless he wants to share her a little in special ways, like with Sasha.
While he tells Emma that they are going ‘exploring’ today, he knows where exactly they are going. His fetish for liking to clothes and lingerie for women is still strong in him, but since he created such a large wardrobe for Emma when they started, this will be the first opportunity to add to it.
Today, they are going to do it in person, not online. Donald starts to harden as he thinks about what he has planned: Emma trying on bras, and dresses, and all sorts of things as he watches and helps her put them on. Him, picking which ones for her to try on for him. It is going to be a lust-filled morning, perhaps extending into the afternoon for him.
He hasn’t told Emma about this little kink of his, but she probably does suspect some, considering the extent of what he presented to her early on. He hopes she will find enjoyment in today too.
So, they drive down the coast about twenty miles to another seaside town. Along the way, they do admire the views of the ocean and the lovely areas and towns along the way. It is all picturesque.
Donald has done his research on the area when choosing it for their vacation. In the town to which he is heading is an exclusive, rather expensive, women’s clothing store. While Emma, from time to time, cries out about “oh that.” While he knows she wants to stop and explore more, he continues to his pre-decided destination.
When they pull in near the store in the town Emma is a little confused about why they are stopping here of all places.
Donald helps her from the car, and as he likes, with his hand on her ass, directs her to the store.
Now Emma has never been big on shopping, due to the drab things she always wore in her ‘old life,’ but right now, seeing the lovely outfits in the window she does feel twitches through her body imagining wearing any of them. So she follows Donald’s lead willingly.
Donald turns toward the lingerie section first. He wants to do this fashion-show buying completely with Emma today.
They walk around the section looking at different bras, panties, garters, teddies, and camisoles – so much silk and lace surround them. Donald is in heaven, and Emma, admiring them all too, is just a cloud .
Donald inspects several items carefully; he wants the best quality and the perfect fabric and cut. Emma watches as he chooses. From time to time he will lift an item to hold it against Emma to imagine how it will on her or to see if the color complements her coloring. There are so many colors, shades and hues for him to choose from.
Emma from time to time will pick up an item which looks interesting to her, but Donald usually tells her the flaws in the style or manufacturing. Each time after he does, he pulls gently on her loop, and she falls silent, quickly learning that her role today is to be the good subservient, doing as she is told.
After Donald has set aside several items, all the perfect size as he does know Emma’s dimensions so well, he picks a pretty shelf bra and skimpy panty set which do appear a little small for her. He asks the saleswoman hovering around to please place this set aside to be bought when they are done.
Emma looks quizzically him when he does this, but now in her role for the day does not dare to ask. Donald sees her and explains, “I thought it would be nice to get Sasha a little something from our vacation. Don’t you think she will like that set? I feel bad we had to leave before play Friday, and we will be missing this week too. So, a little something to make up for it from us both.”
Emma grins widely and nods her head in agreement with him. Sasha will love the set; the color and style are perfect for her, and Emma will love seeing her in them. Donald does know how to select the perfect items for women to wear.
Finally, with several bras and a few garters, teddies and camisoles - the panties will stay on the counter as they can’t really be tried on – Donald asks the saleswoman to show them to a dressing room.
The saleswoman hesitates at the request that Donald accompany Emma into the room, and Donald, seeing her hesitation says, “It is important for me to see which will the best on her, and to help her try them on – if you don’t mind.”
The saleswoman twitters a bit but shows them to a dressing room with a large three-sided mirror in the corner, a bench, and a chair, and a little platform in front of the mirrors to stand on to see yourself better. She places the items on one side of the bench and asks if they need anything else.
“Give us about a half an hour and then check back, please,” Donald tells her, dismissing her as he locks the dressing room door. Donald turns to a giggling Emma grinning at his reply.
Donald goes over by the bench and tells Emma to come to him. She is now completely in the role of his love slave and feels herself dripping – it is a good thing they are not trying on any of the panties or they would have to them all for the stains she would leave on them.
Holding Emma close to him, he reaches behind her and unzips her dress. This simple act when done to her sends an electric wave through her, followed by more dripping between her legs. Donald slowly lets it drop down her shoulders and fall to the ground.
Emma, a good slave that she is, quickly steps of it and picks it up to hang it on one of the available hooks. Then she turns back to her master.
Donald pulls her close and kisses her deeply with great passion. This is starting so nicely. Emma can feel him harden against her. He again reaches behind her, and after rubbing her shoulders, down her back some, he unclips her bra and brings it forward to take off her. Again she takes it from him and hangs it before returning to stand in front of him.
Instinctively, now in this role, she raises her arms and places her hands behind her neck, feet apart the correct width. Donald sighs deeply at what she is doing for him. He lifts his hands and cups each of her breasts and fondles them, teasing the nipples a little. He removes one hand and runs his fingers over her slit from outside her panties. “Oh my, someone is a little wet,” Donald tells her.
Emma blushes as he lowers his head and takes one nipple into his mouth to suck until it is hard and large. Then the same treatment to the other. Emma is moaning with pleasure. He tells her just to be cocky, “That’s so that we can see how well the bras will on you. Now, up on the platform as you are now but turn slowly around and around for to admire you.”
Emma does as Donald tells her immediately as he pulls the chair into the best position and sits on it. Emma turns a few times for him, Donald enjoying the show of her tits and ass. Especially with the three-way mirror allowing all sides of her to be shown off at once.
He leans and picks up one of the bras and comes and stands in front of her. Emma lifts her arms to allow Donald to drop the bra down on her. He takes his time cupping each of her breasts to settle them in the bra, before reaching around her and hooking it on her. She leans into his chest as he does, just smelling his scent and wanting him so.
Donald is getting harder and harder now with this game, and he does give off this somewhat primal, lustful scent when he reaches this point. Just as Emma’s scent her perfume, which he has especially picked for her adds to the aroma. Many people do not pick up on the change in the fragrance individuals give off when aroused, but Donald and Emma are coming to know each other’s and know where things will lead from that.
The bra hooked, Donald does fuss over Emma to get her breasts perfectly situated in it. In the end, he shakes his head and takes it off her, only to try again with the next. He is looking for perfection in both the quality and fit of the bras. The ones he bought online for her do fit well, but from now on, everything bought for her to wear must be flawless for his pet.
They go on with this for several minutes, going through about bras. Donald carefully puts them on Emma, then lifts and squeezes her breasts to position them perfectly and often takes a moment to pinch her tits to keep them attention. He sighs, but for a few, he steps back, off the stand and has her turn around as he watches with a smile on his . Those go to a special pile.
By the time they get to the fifteenth and final bra, Donald is poking of his shorts; he is so hard. Never could he imagine he would be in the position that he is actually shopping with a woman, in a dressing room choosing the perfect things for her. And to start with the lingerie is perhaps a mistake, but a worthwhile mistake.
Emma can see his dilemma now. His is so red, he is breathing heavy, but he has such a glow of happiness on his .
“Donald, sir, sit in the chair, please,” she tells him. He does as she asks, and she comes, with the last bra in perfect place, and kneels between his legs. She undoes his shorts and pulls them down to his knees and leans in and takes his glans in her mouth.
The deep sigh of so-needed release escapes Donald’s lips. He puts his hand over his mouth as he realizes if anyone is outside the room, they could hear. Sitting like this Emma sucks and sucks him, taking more and more of him in her mouth. He looks up and sees Emma’s ass wiggling in the three-sided mirror; he can almost see her sucking his cock too. Oh, this is even further than any shopping fantasy he's had has ever taken him. He is quickly reaching the point of cumming.
And then there is a knock the door: the saleswoman, the half-hour-later check on them. She asks if they need anything else.
Knowing at this moment Donald would not be able to reply, Emma lifts her head from him and says, “We have a couple more to try, and then there are three we would like to see in a little larger size. If you could come back in say, five minutes?”
The saleswoman confirms and walks away as Emma’s lips dip back to Donald’s throbbing cock. His hands stroke her hair as she does. All he can think is, how does this woman do this? Emma, who was a lump of clay when she first came to him such a short time ago, now can stop mid-fellatio and sound normal, then go right back at it. Just the thought of her amazing new skills takes him so close to climax.
And when Emma presses against his perineum, it is too much; he needs to release such a wad right now. Could Emma handle it? Then the moment takes over, and he does spurt up in her so much, so hard. Emma is gagging a little but takes most of it in. A little drips down her chest and a drop or two fall onto the bra she is trying on.
I guess we will have to that one for sure, Donald thinks, as he pants to compose himself.
Composed once again, Donald takes the bra off Emma and puts it in the to- pile. He has her stand in her proper position on the stand as he tucks himself back into his pants. And the saleswoman is back, right on time.
This time Donald opens the door widely and has her come in. She sees Emma on the stand with only her skimpy panties on, her hand behind her neck. She does a bit of a double take this but keeps her self-control as Donald hands her the bras they will be buying, with the matching panties, he tells her. Then the three which need a larger size, and the ones they are not interested in.
Donald tells her he will come with her right now to select some outfits to try on. They both leave, and Emma is left standing in the position in the dressing room.
All sorts of thoughts and feelings rush over Emma now. Being on display this way for the saleswoman to see is first. What must she think of me? And with my hands behind my neck is such a subservient position – did she know that or think I am just stretching? And Donald, so nonchalant about it all. As if my standing almost nude like this is normal. Where has he gone, leaving me like this? Is he saying anything to her?
Emma is near tears at these thoughts; she knows she is being silly, but to be on display like that in front of a stranger. She wants to step down, put her clothes on and leave this place, but she knows she won’t as Donald would be so displeased.
It seems like hours, but less than twenty minutes later, when Donald and the saleswoman return, both carrying a of outfits which they put on the hooks on the wall. The woman turns and really looks Emma standing there and tells Donald, “Yes, I see what you mean about those three bras being a bit too small. She does have very nice breasts, and it is important to fit so they can be shown off at their finest. I will get you a size up in each of them to see if that works.” She winks at Emma as she leaves, making the tears start to flow.
Donald, seeing this, takes a handkerchief from his pocket and comes to Emma and dries her eyes. He implores her, “Emma, what is wrong? What has upset you? Do you want to leave? I thought we are having a nice time shopping.”
Emma shakes her head, puts her arms around his neck and assures him she is alright; she just got taken in the moment of someone seeing her like this.
Donald chuckles and tells her not to be upset, everything is fine, and he is sure the saleswoman enjoyed looking at her gorgeous body.
Emma smiles weakly and then looks at all the clothes he has brought in for her to try on. Donald sits on the chair and pulls her on his lap telling her they have all the time in the world to try them on, but now, they will wait for the new bras to try first.
Emma hugs and kisses him. She does so like it when he holds her on his lap. She knows she is still in the subservient role for now. But his fondling and pampering her for a few minutes is so nice, letting her know he does appreciate his pet. She whimpers in his ear at the attention he is showing her.
Her legs begin to separate, desperate for his touch, but Donald spanks her thighs and tells her to behave, that will be dealt with later.
The saleswoman’s knock at the door makes Emma jump back into her proper position on the stand as Donald answers the door. He takes the new bras from her and sets two on the bench. The third, he comes and in the same way as before puts it on Emma and reaches behind her to hook it. He cups each of her breasts to get them to settle properly in it, then stands back to see how it looks. He has her turn around twice to be sure it is properly in place. Emma enjoys the view of herself three-sided as she does.
He does the same with the other two. Though the second, he is not pleased with at all. The third fits her the best, and he leaves it on her now as he turns to the dresses hanging on the hooks.
There are so many, and he takes his time over each putting it on Emma, straightening, fixing it to hang just right, then has her turn as he sits on the chair to consider if it is a worthy offering.
Most, he tosses aside, more or less. He has brought so many to try on to play this out with Emma for a good while. A few, he does really like how she looks in them and sets them in a special pile to purchase.
After Emma models most of the dresses, Donald pulls out a very different style dress than he usually has her wear. It is a little longer, to her knees, but it is the rather fully flared- bottom of the dress that is interesting. He never has her wear anything like this. The top is rather low as is the back; the collar of the dress just hides the bra. Rather tight at the waist, but then the full skirt – she could see herself wearing a big slip it to make it flare .
As she stands on the platform and turns for Donald, Emma can see it is a nice and flattering dress. But then she finds the real reason for it.
Donald sits on the platform and moves back some to be right in the middle of it. He dips his head the skirt. Emma feels her panties being lowered. She lifts her right foot as he slips it off her and then her left.
Now the fun begins.
First, Donald’s fingers are caressing her thighs and moving toward her cunt. As his fingers pinch and pull her outer labia to make them swell and redden, Emma feels his lips kissing her inner thighs up and down.
The feeling of Donald being her full skirt doing this adds to Emma’s excitement. His tongue moves to her slit, being held wide by his fingers. Once he can lick her up and down her slit over and over, his fingers move to her vagina and anus. They are so wet from all that Emma has been dripping; they lubricate his fingers so much that it is easy to enter both holes with a couple of fingers. Concentrating on her clit with his tongue, he moves his fingers in and , all around and pressing farther up in her.
She can feel them pressing against the wall separating her two entrances and moans in pleasure, and she works her way to an orgasm. She has to press her hands on Donald’s covered shoulders to keep her balance. The whole experience of him hidden from her her dress, pleasuring her so is overwhelming, and she cries as she cums.
When she has, Donald slows his attention and then moves from her dress. “Yes, I think we will get this dress; it does so seem like it will be enjoyable when you wear it,” Donald tells her.
Emma smiles him, as he lifts the dress off her. He then takes her panties and wipes all the from her slit and lifts the panties to sniff her erotic scent. He then puts the panties in his pocket. Emma is going to be commando from here on today, it seems.
He takes the bra off her, puts her own on back on, lifts her dress on her and smooths it down. He picks up the two bras and about new dresses he likes and has Emma lead the way to the counter to add them to their day’s shopping.
The saleswoman is overjoyed when she sees how much they are buying. And when Donald tells her that now they want to see some shoes, she scuttles to take them to that department.
Donald looks around, finds three heels that will match the dresses chosen and tells the saleswoman Emma’s shoe size. She is back in a flash with the three pairs.
Donald has Emma sit in a chair, he right beside her. The saleswoman is sitting on a small stool between Emma’s legs. She lifts Emma right foot and removes her shoe. Seeing Emma is not wearing stockings, she takes a nylon knee- and after putting it over her toes, slowly pulls it up to her knees. Emma squirms a little feeling this rather nice caressing attention.
The same happens with her left foot and calf. Emma turns wide-eyed to Donald for him to know how this is affecting her. He smiles and lifts his hand and spreads his index and middle finger into a “V.” Emma blushes as she understands what he is commanding his subservient to do. Emma spreads her legs apart some, so the saleswoman has a view of her dripping pussy.
All the saleswoman can do is give a deep sigh.
She slides the first pair of shoes on Emma, fingering the soles of her feet as she does. Another wave of lust rushes through Emma.
This is crazy, I have no idea who this woman is, nor her who I am, but her touch right now is sending electric currents through my body, Emma thinks.
She stands and walks around to see how the shoes fit, and for Donald to decide if he likes them. They go through this two more times. Each time she feels the saleswoman’s soft fingers on her foot and ankle, she shudders a little. She keeps her legs spread, and she knows the woman is truly enjoying the view she has as she places the shoes on her.
After Donald agrees to the three pairs, he walks over and picks up a pair of thigh-high leather boots with laces all the way up. He asks the saleswoman to get a pair of them to try on Emma.
Oh my gah, she is going to be lacing boots all the way up to inches from my crotch, Emma laments to herself.
The saleswoman returns with the boots. Emma has never worn anything like this before, and it seems like a bit of an ordeal to get into them.
They are unlaced now; the shoelaces, thin leather, are hanging from the boots. The saleswoman lifts Emma's right foot and places it on her knee as she slides the boot base on her. The heels of the boot are three inches high and rather spiked. That is now pressing against the saleswoman’s knee. She begins to lace the boot, rubbing her fingers up Emma’s calf through the leather.
Emma in this position does have her legs rather spread and with one on the woman’s knee is leaning back a little for full exposure.
When the saleswoman has laced up to Emma’s knee, she lowers Emma’s foot to the floor again. Now slowly, pulling the leather up, her fingers touching Emma’s bare thigh as she does. Lacing the boot more and more, going back to tighten the shoelace some to fit Emma correctly.
Emma grabs Donald’s hand as she starts to feel a strong wave, taking her to a climax, rush over her. She squeezes his hand hard as she suppresses crying , but her and neck are bright red.
Donald squeezes her hand in return and chuckles a little, and the saleswoman tightens the last loop and ties on the lace. Emma feels like getting this one boot on has taken over an hour, but in reality, less than five minutes. And there is still the left leg to go.
Getting it on is like the right leg, and once again, as she feels the saleswoman’s fingers work up her leg lacing and tying it on her, as she reaches the top and Emma feels her fingers so close to her pussy, she drips and drips and is reaching a second climax.
The saleswoman realizes what is happening to Emma now, she quickly ties this boot up, and then runs her fingers up the exposed portion of Emma’s thigh and swiftly runs her finger up and down Emma’s sopping slit. Just a few moments pass as she does this, but when she rubs Emma’s clit for a few seconds, that is when the second explosion comes over Emma.
Emma is biting her lips so hard to keep quiet as this happens and squeezing Donald’s hand so hard; it is lucky there is no one near them in the store, or they would easily know what is happening.
Donald tells her to stand and walk around some. Emma is wobbly on her feet at first from all she has just gone through. When she comes back to Donald, as the saleswoman sits on the stool looking on, Donald raises the front of her dress to see the boots to their top. This does expose some of Emma’s still-soaked slit. She blushes deeply going through this with another watching.
“Do you like them, Emma? Should we get the boots too?” Donald asks her.
“They are different and feel so nice on my legs and thighs,” Emma replies.
She sits down, and the saleswoman reverses the process untying the laces down to her foot. She only runs her fingers over the top of each of Emma’s thighs before she begins, making Emma remember what happened to her twice with these boots. Emma sighs a bit as they are undone.
Donald tells the saleswoman to ring up their bill, including the shoes and boots. Donald goes to the checkout counter and picks two dresses and two sets of lingerie. “We will take these with us, but the others I want to be shipped to our home. They are too much to pack for our return,” Donald says.
He gives her the after she rings everything up. He gives her his and picks up the bag of what they are taking with them. The whole time Emma stands next to him, her arms around her back to show him she is still in the role he wants her in now.
As they leave the store, Donald’s hand is on her ass caressing her as they walk to their car.
As they drive home Donald’s head is filled with the euphoria of finally having such a divine shopping experience. They will do this regularly now. Emma, still blushing from all that has happened, wonders why she can be so aroused from anyone's touch at this time. Even the thought of that makes her drip again, knowing by the time they get home, as she has no panties on, the back of her dress will be wet.
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E072: Fourth of July
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Posted:Apr 2, 2019 9:34 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2019 8:12 am
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The next month or so flies by for Donald and Emma. Plans for their pool are developing, and the building of it will soon begin. All the work needed to be done on Emma’s house is finished, and a realtor has placed in on the market. The asking price amazes Emma some as she did not realize the value of the property.
The furniture auction is complete, there are still a couple more things to sell, but her bank account is rising substantially. The one-hundred-dollar bills are saved for future sale. They will bring in more then and are safe and sound in the bank for now.
Her mother’s jewelry is valued after a few more afternoons Emma and Donald continuing to the game they began. Some pieces Emma is keeping as she likes them; but the others are finding their way to buyers and sellers. Yes, her old life is drifting away as Emma relishes in this new life she has now.
Understand, during this time a somewhat regular routine for Donald and Emma develops. The pearl lessons vary, but during a week or two, all played before they begin again. She is tanning a bit now and then, daily massages, and they bathe or shower together all the time. Donald continues to dress and prepare her for the day. Once a week they spent the afternoon in the basement for exercise and other delights, keeping Emma fit and flexible.
Every couple of weeks Donald lets Emma know, and she prepares herself, and that evening they have anal sex. In the same way, but not quite as often, she puts on a strapon for Donald’s pleasure.
She is spanked when needed. Emma likes sometimes to be disobedient enough to earn one. Either not meeting the time schedule given, or other misdemeanors to earn time over Donald’s lap and the use in both ways of the paddle. Donald is aware of what she is doing, but enjoys these encounters too,
Life is moving along wonderfully. And most Fridays they spend with Sasha. All learning more and more about the three-way play.
And before they know it a month is over. Donald, remembering Emma’s tears and comments about never going on vacation in her life decide that this is one thing they need to do more. Especially, since the days of his college summers, Donald never goes on vacations now either; only some conferences now and then. Donald hasn’t as not having someone to share a vacation with; now with Emma, it is something which they can enjoy together.
He searches around and finds a beach house for rent, with both a pool and jacuzzi. And it is available for the week of Fourth of July. He quickly books it and makes plane reservations. He decides not to tell Emma until just before as a surprise.
So after a Friday morning session with Sasha, he tells Sasha that they can’t stay today. This makes Emma very confused. He whisks her to the car and begins to drive. Emma asks him where they are going?
He smiles at her and tells her to the airport. Now she is puzzled. She has never been on a plane; it is not like they are picking someone up. And luggage, she hasn’t packed anything. But then she looks on the back seat and sees two suitcases, the one she carries back and forth to her house and another sitting on the seat.
She realizes that just as Donald selects and dresses her every day, he knows what he wants to be packed for her.
“So are you going to tell me where we are going? How long will we be gone? Or is it all a big surprise?” Emma quizzes Donald.
“You will shortly see which plane we are getting on and where we are going,” he assures her.
Emma leans back and sighs. But then another feeling overtakes her. She has never flown!
“Donald, I might be scared on the plane, I have never been on one before,” she tells him.
“Don’t worry; I will make sure you are calm and relaxes on the trip. I have a feeling you are going to enjoy flying and want to again and again,” Donald promises her.
At the airport gate, Emma sees where they are going and is delighted. Somewhere a few hours on the plane away, but a place by the water. She hugs Donald in her excitement.
Then, when they board the plane, and she realizes they are flying first class, her enthusiasm mounts. Donald tells her to take the window seat so she can look out, but also so she will be to the right of him.
He quickly gets her a pillow and a blanket from the overhead; raises the armrest between them and put the blanket over their laps.
“Donald, I am not cold,” Emma tells him.
“Just wait, you will see why,” he answers her.
The drink cart comes around; they each get one. Emma hears the engine start and the attendant begin the safety instructions. As she listens, she feels Donald hand moving up her thigh spreading her legs enough so his fingers can run over her pussy. First on the outside of her panties which are soon dripping, and then sliding his fingers in to play and pleasure her directly.
Emma leans her head back against the pillow and enjoys the relaxing attention, which is taking her mind off the impending departure. As the plane moves from the gate and onto the runway, Emma grabs Donald’s left hand to hold tight. Then his wonderful attention makes her close her eyes and enjoys what is rushing over her.
By the time the plane is in the sky, Emma has cum quietly, pressing her face against Donald’s shoulders to muffle her cries. Donald removes his hand and brings it dripping up to Emma’s lips where she takes them in her mouth and licks them dry.
“Are you going to need that attention when we are ready to land or are you over your uneasiness about flying now?” Donald asks her. “Not that I would not like to help you along again,” he grins at her.
They both laugh a little, and then Emma spends most her time staring out the window seeing the country going by below her. She has seen programs which show what the view from a plane is, but to see it herself sends tingles through her.
And Donald is gently caressing and rubbing her back as she looks adds to the tingles.
Once at their destination Donald hurries them through to the car rental, gets them settled and turning on his GPS starting them to their final destination.
Driving along the shore is a wonderful view for Emma, but when they arrive at the beach house and see that it is all and more than what they expect, she is in seventh heaven. Her joy and excitement of being here warms Donald’s heart knowing he is doing the right thing.
It takes them no time to get undressed and into the pool – it is not that deep at any part, but enclosed so no one can see them.
They swim a few laps, then play the diving game, and finally him leaning against the side of the pool, Donald lifts Emma up and on his now hard cock. She moans with delight as she feels him enter her. She starts throbbing immediately. Something that so delights Donald when it happens. At times it takes a while for Emma to get to the throbbing place as they are fucking, but times like this when she is wet, willing, and totally ready are such a joy.
They take their time, they’re on vacation, and the pleasure of Emma clenching him on each stroke makes it call for a slow interval to a conclusion.
Emma clings to Donald’s neck as he slowly moves her back and forth in this lustful water dance they are performing. She sucks at his neck and ears making him shudder from her touch. The water is just the right temperature to make this pool waltz perfect.
They go on this way for over a half hour until the final rush begins to take over them both. Donald turns her, so Emma is against the pool wall, then he speeds up each thrust up in her until they both cry out cumming together.
What a wonderful start for a holiday week at the beach. And it only gets better.
They leave the pool and climb to the bedroom. After everything already today, a bit of a time change being here, and all the excitement, Donald and Emma both fall into a deep sleep for a couple of hours.
Awake now, and very hungry, they quickly shower and get ready. Donald drives them to a wonderful seafood restaurant. A perfect beginning meal. They both are having shrimp and scallops; it is so easy sitting side by side to feed each other bits of the meal, bring their sensory reactions to the highest.
By the time the meal finishes, now sated - for food at least - they hurried back to the beach house to take care of other issues which are in desperate need of being also being sated.
They are undressed, in bed and both are sucking the other to get them fully aroused and ready. It is amazing to both of them how easily they each fall into the positions, the roles, that they need to be for each other every time they comingle.
When Donald is rock hard, and Emma now dripping wet, they turn enough so Donald can take her from behind. It feels so good feeling him ram against her; his balls flapping on her thighs as he is up deep in her. The coupling does not last long as both after the sexual dinner have been rising to the peak for a while.
Finishing, both so satisfied now, they cling to each other as they fall to sleep.
The whole week is like this, each day better than the one before. Swimming and playing in the pool and ocean; laying on the beach feeling the warm sun on them; out exploring the town and nearby areas; eating at the best restaurants. It is a wonderful week.
They didn’t get to the jacuzzi until the third night. Then in it, Emma sitting on Donald’s lap as the warm bubbles rushed over them, it takes no time to have him inside of her. Donald is happily laying up so deeply in her, being held so tight by the walls of her vag. The bubbles are lapping over them, as they kiss and caress each other. It is one more magical moment for them. They chat about perhaps getting one for by the pool.
All the time they are spending in the water makes them realize how much they need it. Their baths and showers allow a little, but this freedom of being weightless in the pool or ocean does offer so much more to them.
They dislike that their ventures to the beach and in the water they must have suits on, but their creativity of finding ways to pleasure each other without others on the shore or in the water knowing is amazing.
Donald wonders how long this craziness between them will last. They come so often in a day together. He is back at the Institute now most days, and Emma has her meetings and commitments, but the moment they are back together again, it all starts up again. And now this week together, just them, is sublime.
The night of the Fourth of July they take their blanket to the beach to watch the fireworks. They will catch them this time if they can control themselves. Others are rather near to them on the beach, so they sit, and then lay, Emma in his arms, watching the rockets red glare.
Emma’s enjoyment of this simple thing, as she squeezes his hand as each firework goes off, fills him with wonder and happiness. All the things he is now opening up to her. And not necessarily sexual. Just these run of the mill things that it seems in her rather mixed up life she never got to experience.
Each time she responses to things this way, letting him know with her touch, her hugs, her kisses, send such sensual rushes through him. And the glow on her cheeks when she does makes him realize she is having the same tremors running through her.
He is so glad he can give her this opportunity.
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E071: Back with Sasha again
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Posted:Mar 28, 2019 2:00 pm
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Wednesday and Thursday pass by, Emma getting contractors in for her house to start work. The auction house jumps when she tells them she is ready and by Thursday afternoon everything is cleared from the house. They even deliver the dining room set and dishes to Donald’s house for no charge, that is how confident they are of the value of the furniture.
During this time, Sasha, now having Emma’s phone number is calling and texting her. It starts about what fun it was on Friday and then moves to hope they all can get together again this week. Only then does Sasha start to bring up something interesting to Emma.
She ponders it, but after understanding what Sasha is asking, and why, Emma tells her that it would be quite all right to bring it up and see what Donald says about it on Friday.
Donald and Emma are also getting into a nice routine between them. Taking lessons from her pearls and doing them again and enjoying each other’s bodies and playfulness so much. So by Friday, both are rather pumped, and Donald does say he would like to join the session again.
Emma lets Sasha know to block out the entire afternoon. And Sasha’s thumbs up reply says it all.
Donald waits as Emma is manicured and pedicured, and actually at her suggestion gets a pedicure. It does feel nice. No polish, but his feet and legs tend to so nicely. Perhaps next week he will also have a manicure.
Ready to go to Sasha’s station, they look at each other and know both are in the beginning stages of arousal.
All is set up. Donald undresses Emma, but then she and Sasha undress him also. Sasha has on a short dark blue skirt and a white blouse. When she bends, you can see white cotton panties covering her ass. She tells them that for now, she should probably stay dressed.
Emma up on the table is cared for and preened by Sasha with Donald’s help. Him standing by the table rubbing oil on her as he hardens rather delights for both Emma and Sasha.
When Emma is done, and they help her down from the table, Emma tells Donald it is now his turn. He looks at her a little quizzically but does as she tells him. He knew Emma and Sasha have been corresponding all week and were up to something, so this might be it.
On his back, Sasha has Emma help her to hold up his mons hair with the comb as she clips him close. Not as close as Emma is, but very short. She explains if she clips him too short he might scratch against Emma. Then the wonderful warm oil dripped first on his mons, cock, and balls to lotion them, then down his legs, his feet, up to his arms and hands. And yes as they rub the oil in on his underarms, he squirms with delight.
The have him turn over and fingers running down his back, his shoulders, down his back legs, back up over his cheeks. Finally the dripping warmness up and down his crack, and then finger after finger, he lost knowing whose is who, he feels the oiled fingers press into his rectum over and over. He cries out in pleasure.
They let him compose himself after that. When his breathing slows, they proceed to Sasha’s back bedroom. Sasha leads them to a couch which she has Donald sit, and she and Emma sit in two chairs on the other side of the coffee table. Glasses of wine are poured, and they all drink some before Sasha starts.
“Donald I hope you enjoyed your session and I will be happy to do it again whenever you feel you need it. But now, there is something I need to talk about,” Sasha begins. “I know about Emma’s punishment for what happened here weeks ago, and I feel so bad about it. I was the one who started it all, and if anyone should be punished, it should probably be me.”
Donald looks at her in surprise; this he did not expect at all. Is Sasha asking him to spank her for her part in it all? And looking at how she is dressed, as a young girl in her school uniform, waiting to be disciplined for her bad behavior.
Before Donald can even answer, she walks to the dresser and comes back with a hairbrush. Standing in front of him, her head down, arms behind her back, Sasha continues, “I was very bad. I should not have started that with Emma. It was right for you to bar me from seeing Emma. I want things to be good between us all as we move forward here, and I think this will clear the air.”
Donald looks and Emma, and she nods her head with a small grin. This is what they discussed and planned between them he realizes.
“Emma, are you sure you are okay with this?” he asks her first, then to Sasha, “And are you very sure about this?”
Both women nod their heads and tell them that yes, this is what needs to happen.
So, Donald takes the brush from Sasha’s hand, lays it nearby, and tells her to lift her skirt and bend over his lap. Now both women see the hardon he is getting as they discuss this needed punishment.
“Sasha, have you ever been spanked before?” Donald asks her.
“No sir, but I think it will be good for me,” she replies. Sasha turns her head to look at Emma watching as Donald has her raise her hips to lower her panties to her knees.
She has dressed the part; the high-top white cotton panties being lowered, her pleated skirt raised to her waist. Donald starts by rubbing her ass cheeks over and over.
“Now Sasha, you need to tell me what you did to deserve this spanking. Step by step as I spank you for each bad little act you performed,” Donald tells her in a firm voice.
Emma is beside herself on the chair dripping, hearing the authority in Donald’s voice and realizing she is about to see someone else spanked fully.
The rubbing continues, and Sasha starts to confess how she started first blowing on Emma’s slit, smelling her lust. And the spanking begins. Between cries out as each spank hits her, and it is only Donald’s hand so far, Sasha continues to tell action by action, taking full responsibility for everything that happened. Even when Emma told her to please do it to her. She twisted the story so she is the one that got Emma to that state of arousal to want more.
Hearing the story, reliving it, and watching Sasha’s bottom turn rosy pink Emma is squirming in her seat, so wanting to touch herself for relieve but knowing she is not allowed to do that.
Donald sees her discomfort and slows the spanking some, rubbing his hand over Sasha’s cheeks as he slides his other hand up under her and feels how wet her lips and slit are. When he presses into her vag with two fingers and rubs her clit with his thumb, Sasha cries out and cums for the first time.
“Emma come sit on the table with your legs apart. Sasha, I am far from done spanking you, but now I want you to reach out your hand and start pleasuring Emma’s cunt. She is very in need of cumming also,” Donald directs them.
Both eagerly do as they're told. The table close to the couch so Sasha can easily finger her slit and clit. Legs spread, so as Donald spanks he can enjoy her drippings. He keeps his left hand in Sasha’s slit as he picks up the hairbrush for the next act.
As both slits are carefully tended to, and Sasha can feel Donald’s hardness against her; she feels the first smack of the hairbrush finding contact with her bottom.
Spank, smack, spank, smack, spank, smack, over and over it goes for over ten minutes.
Sasha’s ass in burning but she shudders and cums a second, a third time. And Emma is leaning back on the table, her back arched, her arms holding her up and cums in close time with Sasha.
Donald slows the spanking, then tells them both to bend over the coffee table. First, he presses his cock well up into Emma’s cunt and rocks her well, her screaming out in deliverance. She cums quickly again.
When she does, he pulls out of Emma and thrusts into Sasha, his balls bouncing against her thighs, feeling the heat from her spanked ass warming his mons and stomach. Over and over her slams into her as she now, in turn, shouts out. It does not take long for her to cum either, and right after she does Donald unloads up in her.
Sitting back on the couch he pulls them both to him and holds them in his arms. Sasha from all she experienced for the first time is softly crying, and Emma puts her arms around her too and pulls her to kiss long and hard. Then they both take turns kissing Donald.
“Emma,” Donald tells her, “I think your part in the scheming of this today needs to be also addressed. You both should have brought this up before we got here today. I think you need a little time over my lap too. Sasha, I want you to completely undress now, Stand in front of us, legs apart and arms at the back of your head. Emma is going to be fingering you for pleasure as she feels first my hand, and then your very nice hairbrush to her behind. When finished you should both match in rosy bottoms.”
Emma does not expect this, and after just cumming so many times. She does love when Donald spanks her, but now, in front of Sasha, watching? Her watching Sasha’s spanking was rather stimulating, so perhaps knowing someone is watching her have her bottom spanked could be fun.
And so positions are reversed. Emma now over Donald’s naked legs, feeling his cock sitting between her thighs gently, mingling with his hands to stir her slit, vag, and clit. Sasha got into position in front of her, and as Emma reaches her fingers to begin, she can smell the heady lust coming from Sasha.
Standing like this is going to be a bit hard for Sasha to stay in this position if Emma brings her to cumming. Perhaps if it gets too much, Donald will have Sasha put her hands on his shoulders.
It begins, and the wave that this brings her starts to flow over Emma. First, the gentleness of his hand rubbing on her oiled bottom. At that moment Emma realizes, oiled as she is, this spanking is going to hurt even more.
The first spank comes, and it does have an extra sting to it — she yelps at the feeling. But as Donald works his hand back and forth and around Emma’s ass, the sting turns to that special feeling this always gives her. Donald’s fingers feeling how wet she is becoming knows he can take her to her first climax this way quickly.
A dozen harder slaps to her cheeks and Emma is arching her back and crying out. A combination of the pain of the spank with the wild orgasm she is having has tears pouring down her cheeks. She slips from fingering Sasha as she rides the tide out.
Realizing she is depriving Sasha just when she too is reaching the point. She leans her head to Sasha’s pussy and licks up and down her wet, dripping slit. Emma’s tears blending with Sasha’s juices is a lovely cocktail to enjoy.
Donald seeing what is happening tells Sasha that perhaps she should sit crossed legs with Emma’s head in her lap to allow this to continue as he starts with the hairbrush.
All of this is too good to be true, holding Emma’s head as she licks and sucks her while being so close to watch each spank with the brush as it warms Emma’s ass more. Emma is feeling a similar feeling, thinking about licking and pleasuring Sasha’s slit as she feels spank after spank on her ass.
And Donald, just the whole visual that he is enjoying while administering this corporal punishment to his Emma has him hard against her now.
So, now in position for the next stage of this wild dance they are engaging in, Donald lifts the brush and brings it down on Emma’s ass cheek, then another. Now pacing himself, Donald elaborates on what both women did to earn them this today.
He lists their crimes with each slap, his fingers rubbing her clit so well; the enjoyment of tasting Sasha again, Emma relishes the rising tide again; trying to hold back for the final crash over the falls.
Sasha is holding Emma’s head firmly in her cunt, Donald’s fingers move to allow his hard cock to rub against her clit, and then, when well covered with Emma’s juices he can slide into her vag when she lifts her hips instinctively.
Emma throbs against him. Nothing more, he does not try to thrust in and out, rather just settles there as he continues to spank her over and over.
Emma’s punishment goes on for another fifteen minutes until Donald slows, Emma lifts her head to lean on Sasha’s thigh, and she feels his cock quivering inside her with each throb of her walls. She knows he is cumming as she kisses Sasha’s thighs while fingering her to orgasm also.
After Donald has Emma stand, and tells them, “To finish this punishment off I think you both need a little more with the brush to remember and not repeat this crime. Lay on the bed, your knees under you with your asses raised to await what is coming.”
They do as told, and then Donald makes them wait in that positions for over ten minutes as he sips some wine. They look into each other’s eyes; both rather fear filled knowing what is coming next. They squeeze each other’s hands and wait.
The cool breeze in the room is wafting over their rosy cheeks and thighs letting them feel the sting from the hairbrush more and knowing they will soon feel the brush again makes them both quiver.
Finally, Donald comes and stand between them, and begins a drum concert on their cheeks. Starting with Sasha’s right, then left, then Emma’s right, then left, back around, changing where and who are spanked each time as they cry out with each stroke.
After five minutes, when both have been spanked equally, he tells them to lay down on their stomachs on the bed. He gets some aloe and begins to rub it on to each of their burning ass cheeks. It feels good, but again the breeze blowing through makes their moist ass burn a bit more.
Donald tells them both to stand, and get dressed, “Sasha in something a little more appropriate, so we can go to dinner.”
The all hurry and dress and are ready in minutes. They down the rest of the wine and Donald them to the car. Once outside and away from watching eyes, Donald puts his hands on each of their asses, feeling the heat still rising from them. Reminding them, unsaid, that if needed they could expect similar punishment if the two of them misbehave again.
Over dinner, they chat quietly about how Sasha liked her first spanking. Her enthusiasm over it all is a bit overwhelming. She keeps thanking Donald over and over, telling them that it is what she needed, probably for a long time.
Donald smiles at her and tells her that he hopes she will behave for a good while now remembering this afternoon. Sasha smiles mischievously and tells him she will try to be good. He looks back and forth between her and Emma and sees them both have the same naughty smiles on their faces.
After they finish eating it is still early, so Donald drives them back to the spa and Sasha’s special room. Safely locked in again, he suggests for an hour or two before they need to leave, Sasha should explore and learn each of their bodies, so she knows their erogenous zones also.
“We will help and lead you for each other,” he tells Sasha.
All undressed again in a whirlwind, Donald on his back to be first, Emma and Sasha on each side of him, Emma directs her and helps out over all the places she knows he likes. A repeat of the other day’s game she had Donald played, but even better as there are now two sets of hands and lips bringing him to the cusp over and over.
He never could imagine this could be so thrilling, but it feels so right between them now. Before he knows it, though over thirty minutes has passed, he is rolled on his stomach and the second half of the interval begins. Each kiss, each gentle stroke of fingers over him takes him to such a high.
Finally, when he can stand it no longer, he rolls and pulls Emma on top of him, and she rides him to a bucking climax.
Now Emma is between the two and Donald is Sasha’s guide to all of Emma’s wonderful special places. They take their time over it. Both are kissing her face and next gently at the same time, nibbling on her ears and their hands squeeze and caress her breasts.
Down they both go, in sync with each other, Donald leading to the next place to enjoy and pleasure Emma. All over her body, her hands, her feet, her cheeks, and then together they suck her lower lips until swollen and take turns to lick and taste her slit, clit, and vag.
To throw her over this high cliff they are taking her to, Donald has her roll on her side. Sasha is down licking and fingering in her love cave. Emma’s leg thrown over Sasha’s head, Donald moves his tongue up and down her crack, kissing her cheeks some, but getting to the back-glory hole to press in with his tongue. Then his fingers in her anus for Emma to feel them both thrusting up in both her holes. Emma cums violently.
So much, so many times, in one afternoon. And in such a different way than Donald alone with her. It does nothing to dimension the time he and Emma are together alone, but this Friday visiting is something to keep happening.
They both kiss Sasha deeply, dress once again, and take their leave. Reminding her to keep next Friday open too.
The next day, when Sasha checks her account at the spa, she sees that Donald well overpaid what she might have made on Friday. She is not sure whether to let him do this, or they come to a balance of where she is participating in the expenses.
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E70: Emma starting her new life, with a couple diversions
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Posted:Mar 16, 2019 8:40 am
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2019 9:48 am
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In the morning, when they wake, she asks Donald to check the other small drawer on the top of her father's chest. She explains, “Thank goodness you realize what was in the one drawer, heaven help it if someone at the auction house found those.”
Donald chuckles and tells her that he thinks there are a couple of other things she will take to their home as reminders as he hands her the brush and paddle. He fiddles with the second drawer and finds the latch for it. In that drawer is another one hundred hundred-dollar bills, some with the markings of the more valuable ones.
“I guess your father stocked up for when they would be needed,” Donald laughs. “Well right here is probably enough for your half of the pool.”
There are also some other pieces of fine jewelry, waiting to be presented to Edward’s love. Emma realizes that she does need to gather all the gifts her mother had along with these to find out their value and where she can sell them. So the new discoveries are added to her mother’s large jewelry box for them to take home and sort through. Now, at last, this bedroom is empty of anything which won’t be sold or disposed of.
Emma is all efficiency, getting the auction house on the phone, arranging for their arrival to move the things they want out on Wednesday, then arranging with floor sanders and strainers, painters and a cleaning company to be here at the end of the week to get started. She is well-organized in scheduling everyone to revive this house. All things considered, in a couple of weeks, it will be time to call a realtor in to get the house up for sale.
While Emma makes her calls, Donald fixes breakfast for them and cleans the dishes from last night. While they eat Emma mentions that she should probably take these additional bills to the bank to be taken care of. But in a small voice asks Donald if he will go with her.
Thinking about the night chatting with the Bank President online, even though he didn’t know it was her, realizing the feelings the President has for her, she is not comfortable seeing him alone. Donald quickly comprehends and suggest they load both cars with the things to take to their home, and then together after cleaning up some, go to the bank.
How easily Donald keeps referring to it now as their home is music to Emma’s ears and she agrees to the plan.
Things packed, a quick last look at her house as it has been all her life, Emma and Donald head to what their home will now be.
Donald and Emma unpack the things at the house, Karen is in the kitchen when they bring all the staples in and assures them that she will put them away for them. They head to the bedroom with their treasures from Edward’s chest and hide them away with the other items of punishment.
Then they take a shower and get ready. Donald dresses Emma in one of her mother’s dresses from the seventies. Short, inches above the knees, low cut with a white collar around it. The dress itself is a print. With her low-cut bra and tiny panties, Emma can feel a breeze running up and over her. Warm out today, no stocking but matching high heel shoes.
Seeing Emma is such a sexy last decade look takes Donald’s breath away. “Emma, come here,” he grunts to her as he sits on the side of the bed. He lifts her short dress rubbing his hands back and forth on her ass cheeks, enjoying the feeling of the silk panties. He knows Emma is getting turned on. He moves one hand around to caress her inner thighs as she begins to whimper with lust. Then his hand running along her wet dripping slit through her panties. They are quite wet now.
He lowers the panties to the ground, and raises Emma’s dress a little, and turns her to lay on the bed. He moves his hands to cup her breasts, inside the low front of the dress, but still over her bra. He feels like he is back in the seventies being careful how he proceeds.
His hands softly massage her tits and then slips the top of the low-cut bra aside just enough to first pinch on one nipple, and then suck on it. The same treatment with the other one follows. All the time the fingers of his other hand are teasing her pussy and lightly stroking the slit up and down. Emma is getting into a guttural moan now. Her hips lift pressing herself more to his fingers, silently begging him to do more.
He raises his head and says, “Someone is hungry for something it seems.”
“Please Donald, please,” is all that she can huff out.
He kisses her lips, and falling so into this fantasy replies, “Patience kitten, all in time, I want you to be really ready to take my cock for the first time.”
Emma now comprehends where Donald’s mind is wandering to and play along saying, “Oh baby, yes be gentle with me, I’m not sure if I can take your big cock into for my very first time.”
They grin at each other, realizing they are both into this game of young lovers. It is intriguing to imagine that this, yes, just now, is them together as teens making out in her bedroom at her parent's house.
Both immersed in their roles now, Donald whispers in her ear, “Sweetie, would you touch my penis?” Donald so wishes he had dressed before this took over him. To imagine his sweet innocent , opening his jeans for the first time, unzipping him, and placing her hand in his pants to touch his cock for her very first time would have been amazing, but he is envisioning it all, and he does remember that he was the first cock she ever in her life touched.
The heat growing between them as they make out like teenagers is overwhelming — the deep breathing; the needing to constant kiss and hold on to each other. And then, Emma’s fingers beginning to grasp Donald’s shaft and hold it tight, it is a spectacular experience for both of them hormonally.
Donald tentatively presses a finger up in Emma’s vag. She moans with delight. “Are you alright kitten,” he asks her.
Emma looks in his eyes and nods her head. He presses a second finger up in her. That is all he will try now for his sweet lover. She clenches his shaft harder and begins to move up and down on his hard member with her fingers.
Donald takes her other hand and guides it to his balls and holding her fingers against them shows her how to squeeze to pleasure them. Emma giggles, partly as this play girl, but also for this wonderful experience Donald is giving her and imagining that she did actually do this when she was sixteen or seventeen. This whole scenario they are playing out is beyond anything she could ever have imagined being able to go to, and so easily.
Why do she and Donald so mesh, just playing off each other so well? Yesterday with the food, now this morning with this fantasy they are acting out?
But the crisis point has been reached for both of them. They both need to release soon. Donald whispers in her ear, “Sweetie, would you let me put myself in you? I won’t if you are not ready for your first time.”
Emma hugs him as her self and kisses his face as she replies, “Oh baby, please, please, I need to feel you in me.”
Donald reaches and gets a rubber to put on, to keep in the spirit of things, and as she watches he rolls it up his throbbing prick. She lifts and spreads her legs to welcome him. Kneeling over her, Donald does his best to be slow, like a virgin’s first time should be and pressing in so little at first, as Emma gulps at the feeling.
Donald slowly presses more in her until halfway in, then begins a soft thrusting in and out, going more in with each move. Emma is panting from this wonderful gentle attention. She can’t control herself and grabs his ass cheeks and pulls him close up in her so she can feel his balls dancing against her ass.
“You little minx you,” Donald tells her as he begins panting more and thrusting harder and harder into her as she throbs against his cock.
It does not take long, as it never does with young teens first encounters, and they both cum together, which is more than most would have. Donald falls on her, and then rolls on his side taking her with him as they both laugh and even snort and what has just happened.
Donald goes and gets a washcloth to clean them both, pulls Emma’s panties back up on her, which are delightfully wet. He gets the brush and tries to fix her hair and her makeup, but Emma has that delightful glow of woman just well fucked about her now.
Donald dresses in one of Emma’s father’s lighter summer suits, shirt, and tie. He grins to himself wondering if the Bank President will recognize it. More enjoyable if he does.
Dressed, the money safely in her purse, they set out for the bank. Once again, upon entering Emma is escorted to the president’s office immediately. Grace, her father’s secretary in his time is there at her desk; Emma chats with her some and introduces Donald. Grace seems to size Donald up and smiles encouraging to show her approval.
The Bank President comes to his door hearing Emma’s voice, and a slight frown falls on his face as he sees Donald with her. He had hoped when they met at the restaurant that Donald was just a one-time date thing, but it seems as if he is still in the picture. And the look about Emma today tells him that yes, he is fully part of Emma’s life now.
Emma asks him if he remembers Donald and he says yes that it is a pleasure to see him again as they shake hands. But they all know that is not what he is really thinking.
They go into his office and close the door. Emma brings out the additional one-hundred-dollar bills to his amazement. “It seems that my parents both saved this over the years, I am sure I have found the last of these now. Some of these last ones do need to be offered for sale also. I would appriciate your help again,” Emma starts before going on, “Now I don’t know if there is another market for these, or if I should hold them for a while to not over saturate the market. See what you can find if you will. If not a good price I can always hold on to them for a few years.”
The President, and even Donald are impressed by her astuteness about this, and a container is prepared for her to add these to her safe deposit box. Donald accompanies her into the room. While there, she does take some other of her mother’s jewelry out telling Donald that we need to go over all of it when they are home alone.
He nods his agreement. Then knowing that the Bank President is probably watching on the security camera, he pulls Emma into his arms and kisses her passionately. Yes, the alpha came out in him, and he needed to claim his woman before the other man.
Back in the President’s office, they both notice how blushed he is. Emma asks him for a change of address card, and carefully fills in her new address, explaining that she will be selling her parents house soon, along with all the furniture. This, from today forward, will be her address. He promises to have new checks made for her and make sure all of her account information is up-to-date.
His good-bye to them is bittersweet, realizing where Emma will now be living. If only he had acted sooner, this gem that is Emma might have been his.
Back home they hurry to their bedroom, quickly undress to be comfortable together, and spread out all the jewelry to examine it and try to guess its worth. There is jewelry of every gem possible, rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, pendants, everything imaginable, and so much of it.
Donald brings his laptop to the bed, and as they sit there with the jewelry between them sorting it, he tries to find possible values of each. It soon becomes a game between them. It begins when Donald finds something similar to the first piece and sees its value. “How much do you think this is worth Emma?” he asks her. “If you guess close you may tell me what I must do for your bidding if not, you must do what I ask.”
And there begins a new afternoon long game. They take turns looking up the prices, making a catalog of items to determine what the total value is, in between pleasuring each other as the winner choices.
Emma guesses close to the value with the first piece and tells Donald he must kiss her for five minutes. She giggles as he does as she directs. It is funny to both of them how much they now laugh and giggle together over things and their play.
When the five minutes is up, and both are breathing a little heavy, Emma looks up the next piece. Donald guesses wrong. “That’s two for me and zero for you,” Emma tells him.
“Oh, we are keeping score are we?” he says back to her. “So what do you want for this round?”
Emma tells him that now he needs to kiss the back of her neck, her throat and ears, licking and sucking for another five minutes.
Donald complies with her choice, enjoying it as much as Emma.
Round three goes to Donald when Emma is off too much on the next piece. As they value each piece it is put back into the jewelry box, the other pieces are at the end of the bed next to the laptop, so there is now room for this game.
Donald tells her tit for tat, and he wants the same neck and ear treatment in return. Emma is more than happy to do so.
Both are starting to get hot and bothered by this game. Within a few rounds, back and forth now, for the most part, they move to suck fingers, toes, nipples, moving all over the body, enjoying every treat.
Then Emma ups the ante on her next turn. “Donald, how well do you remember all the erogenous zones you found on me when we explored each other the other week?” Emma tempts him.
He remembers they had found about thirty-six sensitive desirable areas on her body that day; some less on him. He knows where this is going. He hopes he can remember each of the spots, some they have already covered in this game.
“This round you must touch and caress each one of them on me to make me purr,” Emma tells him.
He just smiles and tells her he is game. “But what if I don’t remember them all?” Donald asks her.
“Hmm, let's hope you do,” is all she says in reply.
And now a totally new game as started. Donald begins at the top of Emma’s head, kissing and sucking each earlobe. Did they count that as one or two?
Then to the back of her neck again, the nape of her neck, then up with a chaste kiss on each eyelid, and then the same on the middle of her forehead. She is already melting. Lifting her arms licking each armpit, licking down to the inside of her elbows and kissing and biting there a little.
Running his fingers lightly down her inner arms, then pressing first against her wrists and then her palms to caress and massage them — each of her fingers one by one in his mouth and then multiple at a time.
Over to her breasts to circle her areola with his fingers and then tongue, finally taking her nipples into his mouth to suck and lick on, almost as if she is nursing him.
Down her stomach licking and tickling all the way, pressing his tongue into her belly button and twisting in it. Then over to her sides and hips to just nipple lightly up and down them.
Flipping her now on her stomach, he moves back up to her neck and licks and sucks there, before running his tongue up and down her spine to the top of her crack and back up again over and over. Emma is moaning deeply now as he is hitting all the prime spots. Areas that less than two months ago she did not even know existed on her body.
He is then kissing her ass cheeks and the top of her thighs over and over and licking a little too. Then down to the back of her knee caps to lick, bite and kiss there. Emma is reaching her tipping point.
Lowering over the back of her calves, then licking on the soles of her feet, followed by sucking on her toes. Only then does Donald move back up, spread her ass cheeks and drops his tongue to her back hole to start rimming and licking it in and out. Emma cries out in total lust.
Donald knows she has cum for the first time now in this round, so he sits back some and caresses her cheeks until she settles herself. He helps her roll over, and now, to the final delights. First the licking and sucking on her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her love box. She is shivering now with delight and purring the way she said she wanted him to make her do.
Then separating her outer lips and sucking on each to make them swell and redden. Tremors are running through her body now. Then he sticks first his fingers in her vag to play with her a little, then his tongue to lap up all her juices. Only after does he move up and down her slit stopping now and then to suck more on her lips. Almost the end, but no not all, Donald takes her clit in his mouth to suck and bite on until her body is thrashing with a second orgasm rushing through her. Again, he lets her calm a bit.
Then she feels his fingers, three of them, back in her vag dancing around, and then a couple up her ass doing the same thing, pressing against the wall between them making her start once again to contract in both holes from the attention. It is only when she is coming down from this third time that he slows, leaves them there for a moment, and goes to where he knows in truths she likes best.
His lips covered hers as he kisses her deeply over and over, as they explore each other’s mouths, then biting and sucking her lips to make them swell as those below. Then back kissing her. Emma flings her arms around his neck and kisses him in return. His hands removed from within her, he caresses her back and shoulder which he knows delights her after such passion also.
Yes, Donald does remember all thirty-six points of pleasure on her. He pulls her close to him in his arms and continues to stroke her back as she purrs and begins to fall asleep. That is fine, a short nap for them both will be good.
After only about a half-hour of sleeping Emma shakes herself awake and says softly to Donald, “We have gotten through some of the jewelry, and there really isn’t any rush. Let me see if I can remember all of your special places now.”
Donald could not be more please at Emma’s suggestion, so he clears the jewelry and the laptop from the bed and comes back and asks how she wants to start?
She tells him to lay on his back for now. He does as she directs, closes his eyes to enjoy this encounter the more, and waits. Donald feels her soft lips on his Adam's apple, and then her mouth as she gently sucks on it before moving in both directions licking back to the sides of his neck. When both are well tended, she takes an earlobe in her mouth and sucks on it, before running her tongue around and in his ears and blowing gently. He feels twinges of enjoyment running through him already.
Her fingers are running through his hair, massaging his scalp sending tingles through his body for some reason. Such simple touches from her can arouse him so. Then feeling her fingers play on the back of his neck, touching him in just that spot. He feels himself harden.
Moving her mouth down his neck, his chest, she takes one of his nipples into her mouth and sucks it long and hard. He moans from this sensation. Never would he have imagined before Emma that having his nipples sucked could excite him so. Emma does not let up, and he lets out soft whimpers of pleasure as she switched back and forth between them.
She seems in no hurry about any of this, taking her time for him to get the maximum stimulation out of each act.
Up and down his arms, gently rubbing them and licking them. On the inside of his elbow, Emma sucked him over and over making spasms crash through him. And then down to lick the inside of his wrists before taking each finger individually, and then together into her mouth to suck.
Emma moves back to his stomach and licks and kisses her way down to his mons, then around the circle of his inner space to his thighs, down to his knees and calves, then ankles to suck and lick his feet for him. The feeling that comes from his toes in her mouth, feeling her suck them like she does his cock is so engaging. Waft after waft runs through Donald’s body.
She tells him hoarsely to roll over, which he quickly does, not wanting to miss a second of her attention to him. Back up his calves one at a time, licking one while caressing the other and then changing, Then, the feel of her sucking on the back of his kneecaps, just that soft tender space there. She is nibbling up his back thighs to nip at his ass cheeks some. Her fingers are running up and down his crack. Her hand would move from him for a second or two but then come back to continue, now well lubed with her juices.
He fingers up in his anus now, twisting and playing him like a harp. He is so close to cumming but wants to hold out for the finale.
With her fingers still up in him, Emma helps Donald to roll back over, and her head dips to take first his balls in to suck, and then run up and down his shaft with her tongue.
She takes him fully in her mouth and throat and sucks him deep and hard over and over. She is barely raising for air. Donald has to fight himself not to spurt up in her right now. When he is at the ledge, he pulls from her mouth and flips to press into her vag with his swollen prick. She moans with delicious anticipation as he thrusts in and out of her with euphoria.
Both about to go over that wall they cling to each other as they cum together in total ecstasy how they seem to keep finding higher and higher peaks to cross together. They now are so intuned with each other’s bodies to know where to lead each other.
While it is only late afternoon, from all of yesterday’s play and today’s they both fall into a deep sleep in each other’s arms. There will always be tomorrow.
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E069: Monday night
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Posted:Mar 11, 2019 1:43 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 5:7 pm
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Donald and Emma step into the clawfoot tub, but first stand and try to rinse most of the remains of their food off them with the sprayer. They pull the curtain around the tub, so they are now in their own rosy world. When all the drips from their games run down the drain, and the water is nice and warm, they sit on the sides of the tub as it fills three-quarters way up.
Only then do they lower themselves into the warm, relaxing water. Donald behind her, they begin to slowly, carefully wash each other to make them fully clean again. They wash each other’s hair, as some of the food has gotten in their hair too.
They drain some of the water and fill it with hot water again two or three times. It is over an hour until they climb from the tub. Towel drying each other thoroughly they brush each other’s hair a little to let air dry. It is now mid-June, so it takes no time for it to dry.
They patter to the kitchen and begin to grill the steaks, make a salad, and fry some potatoes. They work companionably together fixing the meal. Suddenly, all of this seems so right.
Donald opens a bottle of wine, and they carry the food into the dining room to eat.
As they do, Donald comments, “Emma, I know you plan to get rid of all your furniture, but would you consider us taking this dining room table and hutch to my house? You know there is plenty of room for it, and after spending our first meal here together at it, and now today, I would like a reminder of your home, and perhaps you need some remembrances also.”
Emma blushes as she realizes where he is suggesting at his house is where she stood and waited for him if not in the bedroom.
She replies, “Yes, I think I would like that. Would you like me to bring the china and silver also?”
Donald tells her that would be a nice idea too.
When they finish eating, and Emma puts the plates on the mahogany cart to wheel back into the kitchen, Donald grabs her from behind and swings her up on the table, so she is lying on her back pretty much in the center of this large table.
As Donald crawls up between her legs, he tells her, “Since this is going to be a part of our home now, I think we should declare it truly ours.”
He presses his hard cock into her.
The quickness of all this happening makes Emma shriek out with joy. Donald feels how wet she is, as wet as he is hard. He begins a regular deep thrust in and out of her. They both are panting and wailing as they climb to the apex.
They crash together, Donald shooting so much into Emma, and Emma dripping down his shaft and balls. They begin laughing together just at the sheer silliness in which they have just indulged. Donald tells her to stay there, and he will get a towel to clean them up some.
When he returns with the towel, wiping her and him, and then the remains on the table, Emma gleefully says, “Well that might be a good polish for this table.” Then after a moment continues, “I wonder how many times my parents did this same thing?” Which sets them both off in a bout of laughing until tears run down their faces.
The idea of this furniture now being in their home, to help her remember the good about her parents, and keep ties with her past causes a warm glow to spread over Donald. He now wants to do anything he can to make Emma happy.
“Emma, is there anything else you would like to bring to our home too?” Donald asks her.
She thinks for a moment, and replies, “No, I really don’t think so. I would rather we can use the the rest of the furniture raises for us to have new things our home.”
And then she is inspired, “Donald, I would like to spend some of it, if you would agree, to build a small pool for us to swim and in. We could have a cover on it when cooler in the winter and opened in the warmer weather.”
Donald lifts her off the table and hugs her tight, remembering what fun they have had together in the water and replies, “I think that would be an excellent addition to our home, but I don’t want you to spend your on it. We will do it, but don’t you worry about the costs.”
They almost have their first argument then when Emma replies that she wants to contribute to the household and share in the expenses. She suddenly seems rather stubborn about this.
Donald laughs, spanks her cheeks a couple of times and asks, “Is someone arguing with me? Are you going to throw a tantrum? Do you need a spanking?” And then continues, “But yes, if it means so much to you, we can share the expenses.”
Emma with a twinkle in her eye from his suggestion says, “Maybe I do need to be taught to be a good girl and not disagree with you.”
Donald sniggers in reply and tells her perhaps she should get upstairs to her parents’ bedroom then right away. Emma titters and starts up the stairs.
In her parents’ room, Donald goes to her father’s chest and fiddles with one of the small drawers on top. He finds the secret latch to open it and is rewarded with what he finds. He knew it had to be there.
He turns to Emma with a wooden hairbrush and a leather paddle. Actually, it is the leather paddle and hairbrush Edward used on Charlotte when needed.
As Emma stands there watching what Donald has discovered she gasps and asks how he knew where it would be.
Donald replied, “I knew your father would never get rid of them for all the joy they brought them both so I figure he would hide it in one of these special drawers. Now come over to the couch, my bad girl, and over my knees.”
Emma quickly complies. Once settled, feeling his cock and balls near her slit, she wiggles a bit, which brings four fast spanks to her cheeks. “You need to hold still, don’t be jiggling around,” he admonishes her. But he loves the feeling it gives to his prick.
He begins to hand spank her for a while, slowly with measured strokes for her to fully enjoy the impact of each one. As her ass turns pinker, he feels her beginning to drip down on him. Yes, he knows she is enjoying this as much as he is, and it really is not a punishment but a different level of .
“Emma, which do you want me to use first on my bad girl’s bottom, the hairbrush or the leather paddle?” Donald asks her with a chuckle.
“Sir, whatever you feel is the best, in order for me to learn to behave,” she replies.
Donald almost cums at her answer; while this is more or less between them, she is willing to submit back to the subservient role. The ‘sir’ comment caps it off.
He picks up the leather paddle and begins to spank her cheeks and upper thighs over and over, moving all around each cheek to make sure every inch is spanked. She cries out more in joyful arousal than pain as she drips more and more on him. His cock and balls are totally covered with her juices, some even running down to pool around his anus.
He keeps up the strokes with the paddle for several minutes. “Emma, are you going to be my good girl from now on and not argue?” he asks her.
With tears running down her cheeks and her legs now thrashing, Emma promises her Sir that she will be good. Donald replies, “Well, just to be sure; I think a little brush time is needed.”
He is hard as a rock, and he is not sure how much longer he can continue until he needs to be up inside his sweet girl. But he picks up the hairbrush and runs the sharp bristles around and around her red ass cheeks and thighs. Emma moans with a strange mixture of pain and arousal. She is not ready for him to stop, but feeling his condition below her, she knows this will not last much longer.
As Emma feels the first smack of the brush on both her cheeks she arches, moans, and begins to . Donald, knowing what is needed now to bring her to the best climax, continues to spank her over and over as she thrashes and squirms and cries out in lust. It is a wonderful feeling.
When she calms some, Donald slows the spanks, then stops, and rubs her ass for a few minutes. In a very hoarse voice now, Donald tells her to go and bend over the foot rail of the bed. She quickly does as told.
Donald comes up behind her, spreading her legs to enjoy both the rosiness of her ass cheeks and the dripping from her cunt. He holds her hands firmly above her head and presses into her wet and awaiting vag. Oh, it feels so good to be home. The heat of her spanked ass against his mons and lower stomach sends spasms through his whole body.
Donald can feel her trembling also as she begins to clutch at his prick with the sides of her vag over and over. Both want this to last but know they are in a state again where it won’t, that long. They manage to fuck for several minutes though before both cry out as they . Their wetness again mingles.
Donald has Emma climb up on the bed on her knees, legs spread, and he takes his time licking her clean from behind. It feels so wonderful to Emma, she moans over and over and actually comes one more time.
Finally, both exhausted from all of today’s , they climb in under the covers, Donald holding her as she rests her head on his chest. They talk quietly about different things.
They talk about tomorrow arranging to have the auction house in to remove most the furniture, so tonight is the last night they will ever spend here. Then, to arrange for floor finishers, painters to brighten up the place, getting a company in to remove the rest of anything remaining and clean. And of course, movers to bring the dining set to their house. They discuss all these things and talk about a timeline for it all to happen and getting her house up for sale.
Donald tells her there is no reason to rush things, to take the time to get things ready in the best way. But what is clear to them both, is that as of tomorrow, Emma will be living with him from now on. And with that thought in mind, they both fall asleep.
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E069: Monday night
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Posted:Mar 11, 2019 1:42 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 5:7 pm
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Donald and Emma step into the clawfoot tub, but first stand and try to rinse most of the remains of their food off them with the sprayer. They pull the curtain around the tub, so they are now in their own rosy world. When all the drips from their games run down the drain, and the water is nice and warm, they sit on the sides of the tub as it fills three-quarters way up.
Only then do they lower themselves into the warm, relaxing water. Donald behind her, they begin to slowly, carefully wash each other to make them fully clean again. They wash each other’s hair, as some of the food has gotten in their hair too.
They drain some of the water and fill it with hot water again two or three times. It is over an hour until they climb from the tub. Towel drying each other thoroughly they brush each other’s hair a little to let air dry. It is now mid-June, so it takes no time for it to dry.
They patter to the kitchen and begin to grill the steaks, make a salad, and fry some potatoes. They work companionably together fixing the meal. Suddenly, all of this seems so right.
Donald opens a bottle of wine, and they carry the food into the dining room to eat.
As they do, Donald comments, “Emma, I know you plan to get rid of all your furniture, but would you consider us taking this dining room table and hutch to my house? You know there is plenty of room for it, and after spending our first meal here together at it, and now today, I would like a reminder of your home, and perhaps you need some remembrances also.”
Emma blushes as she realizes where he is suggesting at his house is where she stood and waited for him if not in the bedroom.
She replies, “Yes, I think I would like that. Would you like me to bring the china and silver also?”
Donald tells her that would be a nice idea too.
When they finish eating, and Emma puts the plates on the mahogany cart to wheel back into the kitchen, Donald grabs her from behind and swings her up on the table, so she is lying on her back pretty much in the center of this large table.
As Donald crawls up between her legs, he tells her, “Since this is going to be a part of our home now, I think we should declare it truly ours.”
He presses his hard cock into her.
The quickness of all this happening makes Emma shriek out with joy. Donald feels how wet she is, as wet as he is hard. He begins a regular deep thrust in and out of her. They both are panting and wailing as they climb to the apex.
They crash together, Donald shooting so much into Emma, and Emma dripping down his shaft and balls. They begin laughing together just at the sheer silliness in which they have just indulged. Donald tells her to stay there, and he will get a towel to clean them up some.
When he returns with the towel, wiping her and him, and then the remains on the table, Emma gleefully says, “Well that might be a good polish for this table.” Then after a moment continues, “I wonder how many times my parents did this same thing?” Which sets them both off in a bout of laughing until tears run down their faces.
The idea of this furniture now being in their home, to help her remember the good about her parents, and keep ties with her past causes a warm glow to spread over Donald. He now wants to do anything he can to make Emma happy.
“Emma, is there anything else you would like to bring to our home too?” Donald asks her.
She thinks for a moment, and replies, “No, I really don’t think so. I would rather we can use the the rest of the furniture raises for us to have new things our home.”
And then she is inspired, “Donald, I would like to spend some of it, if you would agree, to build a small pool for us to swim and in. We could have a cover on it when cooler in the winter and opened in the warmer weather.”
Donald lifts her off the table and hugs her tight, remembering what fun they have had together in the water and replies, “I think that would be an excellent addition to our home, but I don’t want you to spend your on it. We will do it, but don’t you worry about the costs.”
They almost have their first argument then when Emma replies that she wants to contribute to the household and share in the expenses. She suddenly seems rather stubborn about this.
Donald laughs, spanks her cheeks a couple of times and asks, “Is someone arguing with me? Are you going to throw a tantrum? Do you need a spanking?” And then continues, “But yes, if it means so much to you, we can share the expenses.”
Emma with a twinkle in her eye from his suggestion says, “Maybe I do need to be taught to be a good girl and not disagree with you.”
Donald sniggers in reply and tells her perhaps she should get upstairs to her parents’ bedroom then right away. Emma titters and starts up the stairs.
In her parents’ room, Donald goes to her father’s chest and fiddles with one of the small drawers on top. He finds the secret latch to open it and is rewarded with what he finds. He knew it had to be there.
He turns to Emma with a wooden hairbrush and a leather paddle. Actually, it is the leather paddle and hairbrush Edward used on Charlotte when needed.
As Emma stands there watching what Donald has discovered she gasps and asks how he knew where it would be.
Donald replied, “I knew your father would never get rid of them for all the joy they brought them both so I figure he would hide it in one of these special drawers. Now come over to the couch, my bad girl, and over my knees.”
Emma quickly complies. Once settled, feeling his cock and balls near her slit, she wiggles a bit, which brings four fast spanks to her cheeks. “You need to hold still, don’t be jiggling around,” he admonishes her. But he loves the feeling it gives to his prick.
He begins to hand spank her for a while, slowly with measured strokes for her to fully enjoy the impact of each one. As her ass turns pinker, he feels her beginning to drip down on him. Yes, he knows she is enjoying this as much as he is, and it really is not a punishment but a different level of .
“Emma, which do you want me to use first on my bad girl’s bottom, the hairbrush or the leather paddle?” Donald asks her with a chuckle.
“Sir, whatever you feel is the best, in order for me to learn to behave,” she replies.
Donald almost cums at her answer; while this is more or less between them, she is willing to submit back to the subservient role. The ‘sir’ comment caps it off.
He picks up the leather paddle and begins to spank her cheeks and upper thighs over and over, moving all around each cheek to make sure every inch is spanked. She cries out more in joyful arousal than pain as she drips more and more on him. His cock and balls are totally covered with her juices, some even running down to pool around his anus.
He keeps up the strokes with the paddle for several minutes. “Emma, are you going to be my good girl from now on and not argue?” he asks her.
With tears running down her cheeks and her legs now thrashing, Emma promises her Sir that she will be good. Donald replies, “Well, just to be sure; I think a little brush time is needed.”
He is hard as a rock, and he is not sure how much longer he can continue until he needs to be up inside his sweet girl. But he picks up the hairbrush and runs the sharp bristles around and around her red ass cheeks and thighs. Emma moans with a strange mixture of pain and arousal. She is not ready for him to stop, but feeling his condition below her, she knows this will not last much longer.
As Emma feels the first smack of the brush on both her cheeks she arches, moans, and begins to . Donald, knowing what is needed now to bring her to the best climax, continues to spank her over and over as she thrashes and squirms and cries out in lust. It is a wonderful feeling.
When she calms some, Donald slows the spanks, then stops, and rubs her ass for a few minutes. In a very hoarse voice now, Donald tells her to go and bend over the foot rail of the bed. She quickly does as told.
Donald comes up behind her, spreading her legs to enjoy both the rosiness of her ass cheeks and the dripping from her cunt. He holds her hands firmly above her head and presses into her wet and awaiting vag. Oh, it feels so good to be home. The heat of her spanked ass against his mons and lower stomach sends spasms through his whole body.
Donald can feel her trembling also as she begins to clutch at his prick with the sides of her vag over and over. Both want this to last but know they are in a state again where it won’t, that long. They manage to fuck for several minutes though before both cry out as they . Their wetness again mingles.
Donald has Emma climb up on the bed on her knees, legs spread, and he takes his time licking her clean from behind. It feels so wonderful to Emma, she moans over and over and actually comes one more time.
Finally, both exhausted from all of today’s , they climb in under the covers, Donald holding her as she rests her head on his chest. They talk quietly about different things.
They talk about tomorrow arranging to have the auction house in to remove most the furniture, so tonight is the last night they will ever spend here. Then, to arrange for floor finishers, painters to brighten up the place, getting a company in to remove the rest of anything remaining and clean. And of course, movers to bring the dining set to their house. They discuss all these things and talk about a timeline for it all to happen and getting her house up for sale.
Donald tells her there is no reason to rush things, to take the time to get things ready in the best way. But what is clear to them both, is that as of tomorrow, Emma will be living with him from now on. And with that thought in mind, they both fall asleep.
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E068: The new beginning
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Posted:Mar 8, 2019 10:37 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 5:7 pm
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night, Sunday night, after all transpired during the day, Donald led Emma to his room for the first time. They drop their robes and climb into his high, big, bed. Donald holds her close to him during the night, but something doesn’t feel right.
Donald wants Emma in his bed with him, but he realizes the bed they share perfectly together is the one in what is Emma’s room, the one they have to occupy together.
Around three in the morning, after tossing and turning for a bit, Donald picks up his sleeping Emma and carries her to her room; what will from now on be ‘their room’ and lays her on the bed before he climbs in to hold her tight.
Yes, now he can sleep.
Emma wakes an hour or so later and wonders where she is. This is not where she went to sleep. But quickly realizing where she sighs and leans into Donald’s chest and falls back to sleep.
Monday morning begins with Emma and Donald having to decide the details of what they came to realize the night before.
For Donald, acknowledging Emma is referring to him by his name, instead of Sir, since they arrived home on Saturday, after his more or less breakdown, stirs his heart. He does want to be her master but is realizing will only be in part. What he wants with her is so much more complicated now.
For Emma, her mind is rushing through what all it will mean actually to accept Donald’s offer and live with him completely. Oh, don’t worry, she is all on board for , it is just the logistics to make it happen somewhat overwhelms her.
She tells Donald she has a morning meeting, and then should probably go to her house to clean more things out, and then arrange for the auctioning of the furniture and get painters in.
Donald offers to meet her there to help, and they arrange to be there noon. Donald has no interest in going into the Institute this week, let some time pass before he sees those men and Connie again.
While Emma is her meeting, he moves most of his clothes and his dresser into their roo Yes, with both their things in here it seems like ‘their room’ now.
A little before noon he heads to Emma’s house to help.
She has just arrived before him and greets him warmly. Inside they quickly shed their clothes. They are so used to being naked with each other when together and alone.
Emma suggests they start in the kitchen to get rid of the food in the pantry and refrigerator. She asks Donald to get a few boxes from the garage to pack things to take to his, well their place; while she gets some trash bags for what they will throw out.
Donald goes to the garage for the boxes and sees a tarp laying by the With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he takes into the kitchen too. Emma looks him questioningly as he lays the tarp on the floor by the refrigerator.
They clean out the pantry boxing canned and dry food to take to their house — the same with some of the newer spices and baking goods. The rest Emma throws away.
She comes across an almost full jar of honey and is about to pitch it when Donald takes it from her and tells her they should not waste it. He sits the jar on the kitchen table with a mischievous grin on his face. They turn to the refrigerator, and Donald opens the freezer first. There is not too much there, but he smiles at some of the things.
What will be saved for their dinner are two nice T-bone steaks. Emma confessed she had bought them when they had dinner and spent the night here a couple of weeks ago when she was undecided what to make.
Donald says, “Well they will make an excellent dinner for us tonight.” He puts them on the counter to defrost.
He takes out a package of two nice sized sausages which are also frozen. Those he put on the table humming a little. The other two things he wants to save he leaves in the freezer, throwing out most of what is left.
Donald turns to Emma and says with glee in his voice, “Well, I never thought of this for a pearl, but I think this will be better us playing together now. Let me help you lie on the tarp on your back. Lift your legs up and apart.”
Emma, still not sure what game is to begin, does as he asks, and then Donald leans between her thighs and begins to drip honey over her tits and nipples, down the center of her stomach, over her mons and into her slit and on her thighs.
“Now this is a honey pot I want to enjoy,” Donald says as he bends and begins to lick up all the honey from her breasts. He is savoring each bit on her nipples, sucking them in as he takes in the nectar.
The honey dripping on her is teasing to Emma, but now feeling Donald’s touch and lips sucking it all in is a delight she can’t describe. She whimpers as he proceeds down her stomach. There is a pool in her belly button which he licks clean. Then down to her mons and her slit. She cries out as the charges crash through her body from his attention to her stickiness.
Donald now loves the mixture of Emma’s juices with the honey, a sticky sweet mess for him to enjoy. Emma is giggling with delight at the feel of his tongue lapping against her. When he has gotten most of it, Emma realizes the game they are starting to play, and takes the bottle of honey and squirts some over Donald’s prick to enjoy in return.
Licking and sucking all of the honey off his shaft and balls, cleaning him some. Emma has him lay on his back on the tarp and brings out a jar of maraschino cherries and runs a line of them down from his chest, over his stomach, his mons, and finally one slipped a bit over his glans.
Emma grins at Donald broadly, and then starts at the top, to take one cherry after another moving downward in her mouth. She makes sure she licks him clean of the cherry juice laying there as she nipples on each treat. It is rather sweet, but his heady salty taste from his chest and stomach makes a nice combo dish. For a couple of them, she takes the cherry in her mouth, lifts herself to Donald’s lips and kissing him shares the cherry with him to enjoy.
As she goes lower and lower, Donald knowing where it will all end moans with happiness as she devours each cherry.
“Emma, what are you doing to me?” he asks, not expecting an answer.
Which the only one comes is one more cherry being eaten and he cleaned from it. Emma’s tongue is circling around and around where the cherry had been.
Emma is at his mons now, and the two cherries there are consumed, and his hairs sucked to get all the juice from the The only one left, and his cock has become so hard, the cherry is wavering on the glans as Emma takes his whole head into her mouth and sucks it. The cherry the back of her mouth bouncing against his glans as he cries out in delight.
Donald hears Emma giggling under her breath as she first swallows the final cherry and then takes more and more of his prick into her mouth to suck him hard.
Donald almost cums but holds himself back as there is much more of this game to . He stands and gets a container of butter pecan ice cream from the freezer, and a spoon for the drawer.
“Emma, this is going to be cold in and on you, do you think you can stand it?” he asks her as he begins to spoon some out.
Emma gasps the concept and tells him to yes try; it should be fun.
Donald scoops a spoonful out, spreads Emma’s lower lips and presses the freezing cream in her va He repeats act three times. Emma is squirming from the cold sensation but grins at hi The final, for now, spoonful he runs and down her slit. The freezing touching her clit with the final dollop.
He starts there, and slowly, so slowly, allows his warm tongue to lick the frozen delight from her clit first, which she moans over and over as he does. Then, down her slit getting every bit of the deliciousness – and a few small pecans in the process.
Emma feels Donald’s tongue entering her vag and him licking and sucking all the chilliness out of her. It had rather stiffened the inside of her vag with the coldness, but now his warm tongue in her, removing all iciness from her is such a mind-shattering experience.
When he finishes all the ice cream from her, and Donald holds her for a bit as she continues to shiver, she wickedly grins at him and tells him two can this game. She opens the door of the refrigerator and takes out a bottle of butterscotch sauce.
“I think this just might do,” Emma tells Donald as she beings to squirt it all over his cock and balls.
Donald comprehends immediately. This is the sauce hardens as soon as it hits a surface, so in seconds his complete cock and both balls are covered in hard butterscotch sauce. Some has even run down to clamp over his asshole.
He does feel like a wild animal caught in a trap which cannot, dares not, move.
Emma smiles him and leans to kiss his lips as the butterscotch hardens on hi He is rather aroused as she dripped it on him, and now it feels like it is confining him so much.
“How does feel Donald?” Emma asks hi
“Please, Emma, release , it feels so hard and tight against ,” he replies.
Again, Emma smiles, “Well the ice cream was rather cold, so perhaps we should let you enjoy this state for a moment or two.”
Donald groans as he realizes Emma is taking him to a new realm of enjoyment.
And then, finally, after a minute or two, he feels her teeth just gently biting and down his shaft, releasing the hard confine. His glans is still covered and holding him in, though he so wants to shoot a wad right now. It is only after his cock shaft is cleaned of the sweet sticky chamber, his balls released from their prison, Emma raises her lips and takes his glans into her mouth.
As Donald feels her warm tongue licking the butterscotch away, he can contain himself no longer and spurts into Emma’s awaiting mouth. They both moan with satisfaction.
Then, taking him to over the cliff, Emma presses his legs enough so to lick the hardened sauce off his asshole. She is rimming him as she does. His cries out in pleasure tell her all needs to be known.
They fall together laughing the fun. “Now what Emma,” Donald asks her.
“Well you did take out package of frozen Italian sausages, they are still rather firm, and perhaps cold, but…” Emma replies.
Donald pulls her to him and kisses her head, “Emma, you continue to amaze , yes, let get some oil to lube them some, and see what they feel like in us both.”
Emma rolls over on her belly and lifts her ass to be ready. She is not sure how this got to this point today with the food, but it is all rather fun and different than anything before. Each treat has been wonderful, and there is still so much more food with which to .
Donald oils one sausage and then finger lubes Emma’s ass before she feels the cold, hard sausage pressing in her. Oh, oh, oh.
It is in her a good six inches with just a little sticking out. She rolls to her side and rises enough for Donald now to lay on the tarp on his stomach, with his ass raised. She preps his sausage and him for his invasion, and as he feels the icy entry in his ass, he whimpers and whines some in ecstasy.
Both now rather filled in from behind they just lay holding each other as they feel the warmth of their anuses begin to soften and warm the sausages. They feel themselves throb against the interesting thing in them as they kiss and cuddle. When the sausages have almost thawed and soon needs to be removed, Emma opens the refrigerator again and takes out a plate of something and places it in the microwave for about a minute.
When it beeps, she brings it and sits down by Donald. He is also sittin He sees what it is. Emma lifts Donald’s now hardening cock and then the coated cover of the warm brie cheese quarter. She presses Donald’s cock into the warm pocket to enjoy the experience of wet, cheese covering his cock, and the top of his balls.
He moans this new adventure. Emma smiles him and whispers she hopes he is enjoying it.
Besides the whimpers and moans, Donald cannot reply. There is still sausage, now thawing his ass, and now this wet warm sensation covering his balls. How did Emma even think of to to their right now?
Together they do pull the sausages out of their asses, but Donald’s prick is still dipping in the brie. Emma pulls the pocket away and bends and begins to enjoy the taste of the cheese on his shaft and balls.
As she is licking the buttery, earthy taste off him, Donald moves around enough, along with the brie, and rubs some all over her clit and to her asshole for him to enjoy too.
Emma, while she finishes trying to provide Donald with a delight is overtaken by his attention to her clit, slit, vag, and then ri She in returns cries out in pleasure as Donald takes her to new heights of enjoyment.
Both are now a little overheated from the last attention, so Donald rises, gets a bowl and fills it with ice cubes from the freezer. Emma squirms with delight to what is being alluded.
The bowl in reach of each of them, they lay on their sides facing each other. Each picks a cube and begin to rub in back and forth and around each other’s lips, wetting the
They move them away to enjoy a cool kiss together. Then begin to run the cube all over each other’s face and forehead. The cool of ice fills them so with glee as they start to move the cubes down around their necks, over shoulders. They reach, and each takes a new cube to continue.
Donald takes his time, running one over her nipples to harden them, and Emma, in turn, does the same to his. Both whine with pleasure this is giving them as they each circle out some over their areola and then back in to just freeze the tips of the nipples. It is all so erotic for the
Then both start to lower the cubes down over their stomachs, to their buttons, and then down to their mons – back and forth, just somewhat freezing there before, Donald plunges the ice cube against Emma’s clit, and in return he feels to icy wetness against the tip of his glans, rubbing back and forth across his slit there.
Both cry out the feeling of such coldness against such sensitive spots, but it is cries of joy. Together they almost from the arousing touch. But staring each other they mischievously smirk each other and move the cubes around to run and down their ass cracks before chilling their back holes and pressing in such a little bit to to the pleasure.
Their giggles are intoxicating as they move the cubes away and lean to each other to hug and kiss.
As Donald rubs Emma’s back, he sinfully suggests, “Emma, your skin feels a little dry, I think I know the perfect answer for .”
Emma is surprised by this comment as she is regularly oiled and lotioned, her skin is far from dry these days, but she chuckles wondering what Donald has his sleeve now.
He takes out the jar of mayonnaise from the refrigerator shelf, and as he opens it, he directs Emma to lay on her stomach. He scoops out some with his fingers and rubs it over Emma’s shoulders. Again, it is a bit cold to start, but as Donald works the oily creaminess into her shoulders, back, arms it feels so nice. Then down to her ass, rubbing it all around and and down her crack and around and in her hole.
Over the back of her thighs, though sliding into to her inner thighs too, down her calves and then working the natural lotion into the soles of her feet and between her toes. She is giddy from Donald’s touch.
Emma begins to realize with all has been building she is moving toward a wonderful, calm peak to fall over shortly.
When Donald has her roll over, and he starts working the front of her legs with more mayonnaise lotion, she unconsciously spreads her legs, and he can see her juices dripping from her, as he feels her tremblin He knows where she is headed very soon, so scoops out some more and rubs it over her mons and down her slit. The oily sensation gets the better of Emma, and as Donald polishes her clit, she cries out in abandonment.
Emma’s whole-body shakes and Donald can feel her vag convulsing over and over. Her breathing is deep and heavy, and her neck and chest are bright red. While it snuck on her, this climax released so much from her.
Donald continues now to rub the mayonnaise over her stomach, breasts, and neck slowly in circular motions to allow her to cal She stares deep into his eyes with a small grin.
When he finishes, Donald lays next to Emma holding and kissing her for a bit. Then it is Emma’s turn to devilishly smile. “With the different apps you had to my phone I learned about this and thought one day it would be fun to do. Since you have given such a nice massage, I’ll return the favor,” Emma said.
She takes a carton of eggs from the refrigerator and sets it on the floor by the Donald looks her quizzically, what all is Emma learning on her own? He soon knows.
Emma has him lay on his stomach first, and he hears her break an egg and let it run down his spine to the top of his ass. Her fingers work it in and down his spine and over his shoulders. It is a bit cold, and she apologizes as the eggs should be room temperature to do this. But her warm fingers and palms working the egg in on him using the techniques she learned to massage him make it feel wonderful.
Emma keeps breaking eggs to drip on him massaging it on his ass cheeks and crack, down his thighs and over his feet. Even the back of his neck. He starts to feel the egg begin to harden on him some.
She has him roll over and starting at his neck, down his chest in his mons, down his legs, and finally, an egg cracked over his cock and balls. one she mixes into him slowly and forcefully. Donald hardens, and not just from the eggs.
His is close to cumming as the eggs crunch against him holding him in a strange cocoon. And all Emma does is smile down on him, wiping her hands dry over her hips and ass.
Donald decides it is time for him to have the final act. He has Emma lay on her back with her legs raised and apart. He goes to the pantry and comes back with a bottle of sweet sherry he had seen there.
“Emma lift a little and can you hold your lower lips wide for me?” Donald asks her.
Emma readily complies wondering what Donald has planned now.
He opens the bottle and tilts it into her va She feels the liquid begin to fill her cunt, almost like a douche would be. She moans with delight as more and more enters her. Then Donald takes if from her vag and drips some and down her slit, over her clit, and even a little on her crack and asshole.
Putting the bottle aside Donald tells her, “Now I am going to enjoy a special drink, the sherry mixed and mingling with your wonderful cunt juices. It will be like a very special shake.”
This makes Emma giggle as she feels his tongue beginning to enter her cunt and lap the liquid now starting to flow back out of her. He continues on this way for a great deal of time, enjoying his unique drink. When he has lapped much from her vag, he concentrates first on her slit licking and down to get all the mingled liquid, then over her clit sucking it all in.
Emma is beside herself; Donald’s fingers have been playing all over her body while he drinks from her. Hitting all of her erogenous zones. So it is no wonder with such treatment she comes over and over as he enjoys her.
Each time she does, more of the liquid and juices spurt out of her, Donald there to lap it all . He raises her legs over his shoulders and now starts to rim Emma to get all the liquor drenching her there. Donald is so hard now.
It does to be addressed.
He leaves her legs where they are but rises enough so he can press his throbbing cock into her. The feel of the last drops of the sherry and her wet juices on his prick is amazin He thrust in and in over again, riding Emma hard as she again starts to cu He does not let , and as she continues to cry out as a wave over wave washes over her, he releases himself fully in her.
“Emma, can you stand a little more of this, it would be fun to taste our mixed with sherry,” Donald asks her.
She nods her head knowing this will be enjoyable for both of the A little more sherry is poured in her, and Donald is down lapping it all again. But this time, after he gets some on his tongue, he moves and kisses Emma long and hard for her to taste the delight too.
Over and over he does this until all is gone, and both well satisfied.
By now the eggs on Donald and the mayonnaise on Emma have mingled together making them both rather messy. He helps her to stand, and at the kitchen sink, they wash off their hands and feet. Donald bunches the tarp with the remains of their and puts it by the garage door. Then together they climb the stairs to have a long warm bath to clean .
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E067: Emma’s necklace is finished
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Posted:Feb 21, 2019 4:29 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 5:7 pm
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It is after two o’clock when Donald wakes. He slept so well that when he arises, the heartache of yesterday has diminished. But then he sees that Emma is not there and a new terror runs through him for a minute wondering where she is. Has she left him? He knows he is being foolish, but the thought of her not there anymore is too much for him to consider.
And then the bathroom door opens, and Emma is standing in the backlight glowing. The glitter lotion is rubbed all over her, the nipples and clit clamps are in place, and as she turns around for him, he sees the plug is back in her — the golden weights hanging from each nipple swing back and forth. Her hair is done in a full style, and while not as severe as yesterday, the brown shades of make-up are on. What is she doing? She looks just like last night, is she taunting him?
Emma comes over to the bed, helps him to sit up on the side as she kisses Donald deeply, then bends and takes his cock in her mouth fully and sucks on him. Over and over she goes up and down his shaft as her fingers at his base squeeze him — her other hand is caressing his balls. Then her mouth is on his balls one after the other as she jerks his shaft.
Donald moans as Emma does this. After a while, she lifts herself enough to press one of her tits to his face. He grasps on to the nipple, with the clamp still on, and suck on it long and hard. He is nibbling at it a little too, before kissing and licking all around her areola and breast. Then he takes each of the weight balls hanging from her nipple in his mouth and pulls on them a little. Emma moans in a very lustful way. Encouraged, he takes all of them in his mouth at once and pulls on them as he sucks on the small globes filling his mouth.
This tips Emma over the edge as she yelps.
He moves to the other and does the same, which bring the same results.
When it appears Donald, and she, have their fill of this delight, Emma helps him to lay on his back on the bed and between his legs goes back to sucking and jerking him. She is running her tongue up and down his shaft, pressing against the vein at the back to make him cry out. Then she is back sucking his head, moving down to take him all in until he cums with abandonment.
Emma licks him clean, and then moves up and kisses Donald over and over.
Then Emma stands and leaves the room.
Donald is unsure what is going on, or where Emma is going. He hurries to the bathroom for a much needed first pee of the day and to quickly brush his teeth. Donald is back on the bed as Emma enters the room with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She fills them and holds one to his lips for a few sips. She moves them to the nightstand and kisses him with great passion again.
“Donald, since I just pleasured you, would you like to do the same for me?” Emma asks him.
In reply, he pulls her down on her back, lifts her legs enough, and his mouth is on her pussy in seconds. He sucks her outer lips until they are red and swollen, then the same for her inner lips. Then on to the wonderful juices flowing on her slit. Up and down he goes, when he reaches her clit, in the lasso and already rather swollen, he licks and nibbles at it to her great delight. Her back arches and she cries out as her body shakes letting him know she is having an orgasm.
Donald does not stop; he moves his tongue to her vag and presses in as far as he can to lap and lick her honey cavern. He feels Emma still throbbing against him. He keeps going searching for her g-spot with his tongue, hoping he can reach it. And the clenching, crying out and shuddering of Emma’s body tells him he succeeded.
Donald slows a little now, and runs his tongue up and down her slit, stopping to suck on a labia, her clit, or circling her vag gently. Emma moans and whines at the attention.
Emma twists him around and begins to suck him as he does her, they lay facing each other each with one leg back some, the other leg over their necks. A wonderful sixty-nine position to spend some time pleasuring each other.
Which they do, taking their time over this until both begin to shudder and tremble from each other’s thoughtful attention. Together they both slide over the summit and cum simultaneously.
They fall away from each other panting. Emma rolls to lay face to face with Donald and again kisses him over and over. They taste their combining cum that they just have been sucking in.
Emma tells him she will be right back and goes to the bathroom. She comes back with two warm wet rags in a bowl and sits them by the bed. Donald wonders what that is about.
She lays next to him and again lowers his face to her breast to suck her nipples. He does for a bit on each, and then Emma whispers to him, that perhaps he should take her clamps off and her plug out of her.
Suddenly, Donald comprehends what Emma is doing for him.
He does as she asks, and then taking one of the rags has her roll over on her stomach and wipes up and down her crack, and then around her starfish and in it some. Emma moans at this start.
Donald spreads her legs and presses her knees her to raise her some, then lowers his mouth to her crack and begins to lick up and down it. After a bit, he begins to rim her around and around her hole, and then presses his tongue up in her, just a little before he circles again. He repeats this dance several times, each time pressing into her a little more, until in her as deep as he can as he flips his tongue to and fro to boogie against her walls.
Emma sings out in enjoyment.
She rolls over after a bit, kisses Donald, and tells him, to roll over now and place himself in the same position between his legs now. He feels the warm cloth cleansing him to start. And then Emma’s tongue is doing the same dance on his ass and in his rosebud. It is wonderful.
While a little spent right now from the last two episodes, the spasms crashing though Donald’s body is electrically charged from feeling Emma do this to him. He too sings out in response.
When he can’t take much more, he falls on the bed. Emma is quickly beside him, kissing him with such fervor. He aches from his craving for more and more of her lips on his.
Emma gets up and tells him why doesn’t he get a nice hot shower? She will fix something for them to eat as neither has had anything since last night and then neither of them had eaten much.
Donald nods his agreement and heads to the bathroom as Emma does to the kitchen.
In the shower as the water and steam wash over him, Donald wonders why Emma is recreating his dream for him to enjoy it all himself? It is wonderful, and he hopes they can complete the remaining three, but why? Is she trying to punish him? It is not much of a punishment as he is enjoying every second. He understands that when she is ready, Emma will explain it all to him.
He laughs to himself, thinking about how last night he was ready to toss the clamps and plug away forever, but now, he wants them for him and Emma to play with again and again.
Clean now, and shaven, he returns to the bed, which he sees has been changed. Leave it to Emma to have one of the girls do so while they were away. She is getting to learn how to request this as well as he does.
Emma returns a tray in hand with a plate of sandwiches on it. She sets it between them as Donald begins to drool seeing what they are. Homemade fresh bread which he can smell the warmth still coming from, buttered to perfection, turkey and cheese or ham and cheese, with yes, just the right of homemade mayonnaise on each. The sandwiches cut in quarters triangles for easy eating.
Emma refills their wine glasses, and places them on the tray first, after holding one for Donald to take a sip. She lifts a sandwich and holds it to his mouth to bite. He realizes that today, besides everything else, Emma is caring for him, feeding him. He enjoys this sensation.
He does wonder about the dynamics of the roles they are in now. Is Emma still his subservient doing these things to please him, or is she now his nurturing caregiver? What does it matter, it feels so good, after all they went through yesterday?
He lifts a sandwich to her lips to eat, and they giggle together feeding each other.
The food finished and cleared away, Emma begins to jerk him to hardness now. It doesn’t take much as she has been stroking him while they ate. He is already starting to grow,
When he is in the ready position, he turns Emma on her back and spreads her legs. Donald can see how wet she is already, so uses those juices, running his firm cock up and down her slit before entering her. He thrusts deep up in her, and then leans and kisses her with such passion. She moans as she searches his mouth in return, their tongues teasing each other.
He thrusts vigorously in her over and over, taking his hand to play with her clit with his fingers. Emma begins to shake as she exclaims, “Oh Donald, you are so good at this. I can’t imagine anyone fucking me better than you do. Don’t stop, do ever stop. You must be the best. You do all the right things.”
Donald enjoys what she is saying, and it eggs him on more, but he does wonder if Emma really means what she is saying or is it just from what he told her about the dream last night.
Emma begins to thrash violently and shouts out. Donald feels her throbbing against his cock as she climaxes over and over as he continues to bang into her. She gasps for breath and yells out as he cums fully in her as she does also one final time.
The collapse on the bed holding each other tight and kissing.
They rest for a while, Emma even nodding off for a few minutes. But then she is back and ready for the fifth episode.
She begins jerking Donald to get him hard again. He wonders if he can cum two more times in this short of time. This has been a marathon between them.
She manages to get him hard in minutes, and he has her on her knees facing away from him where he starts to enter her for the first time. He fucks her slower now, and while spending time in several positions, giving her pleasure, he tells her he is going to try not to cum this time. This is all for her.
Emma comprehends what Donald is telling her and allows them both the enjoyment of almost an hour of him gently fucking her from behind, on her side, scissor style and then her on top of him riding him. She comes in a much quieter way a couple of times as they complete this ballet between them.
Towards the end, with Emma on top of him leaning down over and over to kiss and lick his face, Donald does almost cum, but he gets himself control. He wants to be hard for her, very hard for the last of this show.
They lay in each other’s arms for a bit now. It is almost seven in the evening now. Donald realizes that all thought of church today have been forgotten as they slept through the morning. Donald starts to apologize for this but then stops himself as probably at this moment it is not the thing to be talking about.
Emma bends over him and picks up a condom. Yes, the final act of this play is about to begin.
She opens the package and slides the rubber on and up Donald’s shaft, squeezing some to make sure he is nice and hard. She runs her fingers down through his legs and presses against his taint for a few minutes. This makes Donald even harder, fully inflated now.
Emma rolls over and lifts her ass for him. Donald wants to grab some lube, but she tells him to just wet himself well with her juices which are rather flowing. He follows her directions and his prick is soon covered.
He rubs his glans around the tip of her asshole several times to wet it some, and then taking some of her juices on his finger, he presses up in her to wet her opening too. Emma moans from this. And then he is entering her and pressing slowly into her anus so she can relax and accept him.
Donald realizes though, that with the plugin so long yesterday, and then again this morning, Emma is stretched well and ready to welcome any visitors there.
His cock begins to throb knowing this and presses up in her as far as he can. Emma yelps with delight as she feels him fully up in her. He holds there for a minute, as his fingers find her vag and he presses three up in her to wiggle and play as he fucks her ass. His thumb is positioned to brush against her clit too.
Emma is so wet and hospitable to his invasion. Donald feels her begin the clutch against him, both in her vag and in her anus. He begins the lunges in and out of her as she cries and exclaims how wonderful it feels.
Donald feels her body beginning to shiver him. Tremors are running through Emma’s entire body as she feels Donald so fully and completely up in her in both places.
And then Donald does something to make her trip to the light fantastic. He lifts his other hand to her mouth and presses three fingers in for her to suck on. Oh my, oh my, Donald on his own is filling all her holes as he fucks her like there is no tomorrow.
Emma starts to over and over, as wave after wave crashes over her. She almost loses consciousness for it as they seem like a never-ending flow hurtling through her body. Her skin is even alive with the slightest touch; she is enraptured.
When she feels Donald in her ass, she quakes from the feeling, even though his sperm is caught in the condom. She convulses against his cock and fingers, as she sucks so hard on his fingers. She sucks every last drop from him helping his cock to become totally flaccid after the last several hours finally.
Donald slowly pulls his fingers and cock from Emma as she lays wheezing from this finale. They both can almost hear an audience giving a roaring standing ovation for the conclusion of the play they have performed.
When both get their breaths back, Donald suggests that they take a warm bath before anything else. Emma stands as he pulls her to her feet and follows him to the bathroom, hand-in-hand.
Bathing, her between his legs again, they do not talk at all, just gently caress each other as they wash one another. They take their time, as right now they feel almost outside of any time dimension, in their own little bubble together.
Wrapped in warm robes, they pitter-patter to the living room where there is Scotch, ice and glasses waiting for them; along with delicious hor'dorves. Emma smiles some realizing that Karen and Julie have done this for them, wondering how much they possibly heard?
As they sit on the couch, Donald tells her, “First, Emma, you have earned your last two pearls. The one for your performance at the club last night, and your thirty-eighth and final one I was just going to give you as I could not bear to think about anyone else being with you.”
For the last time, he completes their ritual of bestowing the final pearls to her. They both stare into each other’s eyes as they do.
Donald goes on, “Emma your necklace looks lovelier on you now full than I could ever imagine when I first decided to do this for you. And never thought we would complete it in only five weeks; well really only a month since we started with the pearls.” Donald leans an kisses her gently. “Emma you fully earn your thirty-eighth, actually a hundred more, for what you did today. But why did you do that?”
Emma looks at him solemnly, and replies, “Donald, you were so upset last night telling me about your nightmare. I realized that you would never be able to chase those demons away unless you realized you were just dreaming of doing those things with me yourself. Perhaps unconsciously remembering all we have done already.”
Emma goes on, “You said you could not make out who was who from the as each phase happened, but I think that they were all you; why you could not identify anyone. And I wanted you to truly experience everything you dreamt of to clear it all from your mind, to be replaced knowing it was us together all the time.”
Donald is amazed at Emma’s perception and acknowledges it might be true. And even if not, with this version of it now all in his head, and in his soul, he knows that he will not be haunted by it ever.
Donald holds her tight, kissing her head, then the back of her neck which she seems to enjoy so much.
Donald continues to hold her as he talks, “Emma, even though all your pearls are now earned, I do not want to lose you. I need you to be a part of my life. In this short time, you have changed me so much, more than you have changed yourself. You are already more or less do, but would you officially move in with me, make this your home, and share our lives together?”
Emma looks up at him with love in her eyes; she cannot believe what Donald is offering her. She has been so afraid that they would part when the necklace was completed, or that he would at best only want to see her from time to time.
She turns and hugs him hard as she sobs in happiness telling him, “Oh Donald, I would so like that. I do want to be with you always, as much as we can. Whenever we have been apart, for even a few hours, I feel like a part of me is missing. Yes, I would be honored to move in with you and make this my home.”
That decided between them, they both recognize how hunger and thirty they are now. They both simultaneously turn to the food and drinks and begin devouring them. They laugh together contently at this, knowing that everything is more or less settled between them.
Oh, there are many details to be worked out, but they can think about that tomorrow.
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E066: Donald’s nightmare
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Posted:Feb 19, 2019 9:17 am
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2019 1:42 am
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Donald’s tears stop by the time they get back to the house. He is a little embarrassed that he had shown his emotions and cried in front of Emma, but she is acting so kind and understanding right now. He hurries her to her bedroom, throws off his tuxedo, and helps her out of her cloak and shoes.
“Emma lets go take a hot bath, I want to clean you of all this, and as we do I will try to explain,” he tells her.
Emma turns and holds him tight for a few minutes, stroking his head and back, kissing his face and neck. Her attention and caring make him shudder. She leads him to the bathroom, and for the first time, she fills the tub for them. While it fills, Donald removes her clips and plug. Emma sighs with relief from them being removed finally.
Donald knows that while they all look lovely on her, he will be throwing them out so not to have any reminders of tonight. He is glad she gave away her garments at the dinner, so they are no longer present.
When the tub is filled, she climbs in first and has him lay between her legs as she continues to hold him.
“The water itself will wash me for now, I want you to unburden yourself now Donald, and tell me what upset you so,” she tells him as she strokes his chest.
Suddenly, Donald does not know where to begin, and tears again fill his eyes.
He stutters out to her, “Emma, I should probably start at the ending tonight, and back up from there. The throw of the die. This was a stupid thing started long ago when all much younger and total jerks when we started the game I made you go through tonight.”
“The idea was that the woman subject would throw the die first. Depending on what number she got she had to sleep with that many of the colleagues that night. Most would roll a one to three, so then the six men would roll until there were only that many men with corresponding numbers. The one conducting the study, presenting the Subject, did not participate. The number each rolled, starting at one, was the order they took her to adjacent rooms to enjoy her. All the women who played this game understood it and wanted to. If they were against it, the evening ended,” Donald goes on.
“The game was not even to be suggested tonight, by the stipulations I made for today, but those fools thought it would be a good joke on us. And then you rolled a six. It meant you were supposed to be with all of them. And the rerolling was to determine the order. They had their laugh on me. What they didn’t know was last night I had a terrible dream, nightmare, of that exact thing happening, and they then make us go through with it. And you agree to do so thinking it would please me,” Donald told her in anguish.
He rolls to face her, his cock rather soft right now being so upset, but it presses against her slit. “Emma,” he declares, “On the ride home, your telling me about having some reservations about all that happened to you tonight, even if your main concern was about me and my standing, the nightmare came flooding over me again. I should never have made you do this tonight. It was selfish and conceited of me. Too worried about looking good in front of them to truly consider the ramifications on you.”
He leans his head on Emma’s neck, and she can feel tears again falling from his eyes. What has happened to Donald to be so overwhelmed with all this? She comforts him for a while, then starts to wash him. When she finishes, she quickly washes all the lotion off herself and shampoos her hair to get rid of the hairdo. She knows she has to remove all traces of this evening for him.
She is the one who helps him out of the tub and places a warm robe around them each. Emma dries her hair quickly into a simple style as he sits on the toilet seat watching her. All traces of make-up or anything from today are gone.
“Come, Donald, let's climb into bed, and I want you to tell me about your dream and why it upsets you so,” she tells him, taking his hand and leading him to bed and under the covers. Holding him in her arms, his head on her breast as she strokes his stomach, she tells him to start.
Donald starts to tell Emma about his horrible dream.
It started just how it did at the end of this evening. The die was brought out, and you rolled a six. Laughter filled the room as they each in turn rolled, some over and over in competition to have the final order. When decided, they made me explain what was expected to happen. I tried to make you understand with my expressions that you did not have to do this, but either you misunderstood and did it to please me as you seem so often to want to do for me, or underneath you did want to be with some other men.
Either reason tore me up inside. Especially the second possibility.
You leaned and kissed me, and then, totally naked, how you were then, you walked out of the room with the first man. The others drank, laughed and chatted as I sat there in despair. And Connie just sat there joking with the men like I wasn’t even present.
In the dream, it was like I was sitting in the room with you as you were with him. I watched you slowly begin to undress him, kissing him as you did, running your tongue around his neck and ears. Every movement filled me with agony. When you bent down and pulled his pants off and leaned to take his throbbing cock in your mouth, I started to lose it. But neither of you knew I was there watching. Rather you just played with each other.
After he was getting rather hard, he pulled you up on the bed and began to suck your beautiful nipples, leaving the clamps on. You moan louder and louder with pleasure. Then rolled him on his back and finished sucking him to cumming. He groaned with pleasure as he does, shooting up into you.
I thought it was more than I could take, but the dream was just starting.
I was back in the dining room with the others when you both walk back in. He had not even bothered to put his clothes back on yet, and rather sauntered around like a proud peacock.
In front of us all, you turned, kissed, and thanked him for an enjoyable time. My blood began to boil.
You were offer something to drink again before the second stood and asked if you were ready. You smiled at him and said yes, and you two left. Again, I was in the room watching you. He undresses quickly and helps you to lay down on the bed on your back. He began to lick and suck your cunt telling you how wonderful you tasted. The clips are still in place, for now.
He spent his time making you cry out and cum from his cunnilingus skills. Your body was shaking and throbbing as you came multiple times. Only then did he flip around for you to be in the sixty-nine position so you could suck him to climax too.
Both spent, he pulled you to him and kissed you over and over, and you responded to him
You come back into the dining room where I am again, with the same sense of chest beating from the man, again as all of them did, still undressed.
Now, understand, I am not sure which of my colleagues were which in this dream, they all blurred together, and while after you came back from the second, you came and sat by me, you were laughing and chatting with them so much like you did not even notice me.
Emma pulls him tighter to her and pulls the covers up over him more. Donald seems to be shivering as he tells this. She hopes the warmth of her body is helping him some.
He goes on.
The third was just as bad; he spent his time between sucking your tits, and then removed your plug. He began to rim you. You kept crying out as you came. His fingers up your vag, a couple then up your ass as he finger-fucked you to scream in ecstasy. He also removed your clips and his doing so, made you sigh so deeply in happiness. And you kissed over and over.
All of the dream was horrible to me but seeing you kiss these men so deeply I think was the worst knife being stuck in me. I know it was all a dream; but it all seems so real, and like it was really happening in a surreal way. I think that was the hardest part of watching with all of them. How passionately you kissed each. It seemed to diminish everything there was between us.
Your time with the fourth was even worse. You jerked him hard and then rolled on your back, you helped him enter you actually to fuck. Watching you; his ass going up and down over you; and your moans of delight almost killed me. It went on and on as it would never stop. And I kept hearing you tell him how good he was. After he came up in you and pulled out, you fell between his legs and licked your combined cum from his cock. And the way he condescendingly patted your head as you did, made me want to punch him when you came back into the dining room.
And I am not a violent man. I have never been in a fight or ever struck anyone.
It was then that Connie asked you how you were enjoying yourself, and your large grin seemed to tell me everything I did not want to know.
They let you relax for a bit, as you had been with each man for over thirty minutes each. But then the fifth came up to you and took your hand to help you stand. And there in front of me, before you were even together he kissed you passionately, and you responded.
He fucked you over and over, in all different positions, you on top, below, from behind, scissoring, and you kept cumming and cumming. And he managed to twice also. He was the one to lick both your juices from your cunt before polishing your clit for you as you yelped loudly as you came another time. Finished once again with you both sharing your combined cum as you kissed over and over.
The final one was the worst. He asked, and you agreed to let him ass fuck you. He said he was sure you were ready for that after having the plugin you so long. He did at least put a rubber on and run his cock up and down your slit to lubricate it before pressing it up in you. Your glee having this happen to you was very apparent. And I was so overcome with jealousy. I had been all evening, in the dream, but this just tipped the scales.
Not only did I now feel like I had been cuckolded thoroughly, something that I had never felt happened in the past, but it seemed like they all knew what they had done that to me.
We left then, and as we drove home, you just babbled on about how interesting and different it had all been.
That is when I was able to shake myself awake.
Donald looks up and Emma then, feeling the liberation of telling his fears and horrible dream. But he needed her to know more.
“Since we woke this morning, me from this dream which will haunt me for a long time, I knew I should call this whole thing off, but I didn’t — not wanting to appear weak in front of them. But I could barely hold it together all evening,” Donald starts.
“You were so wonderful, you looked so beautiful, and everything you did done with dignity and self-assurance. I know they are all in awe of your charms, and I will hear much about you from them. Thank you so much for doing this for me. I should never have asked you to. I will regret this as much as that horrible Saturday,” Donald laments.
“Donald, I understand your upset, but I am a little curious. Yesterday, with Sasha you were fine with having her kiss me and play with me, are you sure about that between us?” Emma asks him. “Because if you are not, I do not want to pursue it.”
Donald hugs her and tries to explain, “I think there is a bond between Sasha and you, how it started who can say, and yesterday you both included me in that place with you. These men, you have no ties with, and the thought of them, or anyone like that, being with you seems to now cut me to the core.”
Emma rolls to face him, taking his face in her hands and looks deep in his eyes, “Donald, I will never be with anyone ever, unless you are completely okay with it. You mean too much to me to ever endanger what is between us. You have taught me so much in these short weeks, and I will always be indebted to you for that.”
Donald blinks back tears hearing this as she profoundly kisses him; her hand moves to his cock and begins to gently at first begin to jerk him.
It is after three in the morning now, but he is soon hard, needing to be inside her having her hold him there as she throbs against him.
Emma seems to understand and stokes his cock up and down to get him to that state, then turn on her stomach and helps guide him up in her. Donald, laying against her back, slowly thrusts in and out of her, holding inside her as he feels her throb against him. He feels his cock quivering from the calm, slow sex they are enjoying.
One of the things Emma has been teaching him so well. There does not need to be any rush to climaxing, and even if they don’t cum every time, the intimacy of being joined together, feeling each other so bound together for a time is sometimes even more satisfying.
Donald kisses the back of Emma’s neck and shoulders as they take their time over this slow waltz. It is over a half hour later when he feels himself gently release himself up in her, and her sigh with contentment feeling his final thrust and pulsation.
Only then, do they both fall into a deep dreamless sleep. Donald understanding the bond they now have between them.
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E065: Emma’s thirty-seventh pearl
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Posted:Feb 18, 2019 9:44 am
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2019 1:42 am
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Donald and Emma go to bed early Friday night. Between the amazing events of today and wanting her to be fresh and well-rested for tomorrow, Donald gives her a sleeping pill to take and puts the mask over her eyes to help her fall into darkness and sleep. He holds her tight, so she knows she is safe.
But Donald does not have a good night. He tosses and turns as he has a horrible dream which frightens him some. But that part will be told later.
In the morning, he removes Emma’s mask and sends her off to tan again and be massaged. Again, Karen takes a great deal of care over her, as instructed, to make sure Emma is relaxed and nimble.
A warm shower with Donald, him also taking his time over her. All the events of yesterday, and what Donald said could happen on future Fridays makes her a little giddy.
He dries her and then applies the same glittering lotion he had used on her on Wednesday. Donald styles her hair in a rather elaborate manner. Her make-up today, again in the warm browns, is darker and more intense than she has ever worn. She begins to wonder just what is ahead today.
He applies a darker rosy-brown blush to each of her areolas making them stand out even more. Though her tanning has made them a bit darker, this really shows them off. Donald pinches each nipple to harden them.
When each is perky, Donald puts on gold chained clamps to her nipples. This chain is a new one; hanging from each lasso on her breasts is are five gold stems, each with a different size gold globe at the end. This added weight pulls on her nipples in a new way. When Donald places the center chain through her necklace loop to bring down to attach the clamp to her clit, it sends electric waves through her whole body.
He rubs her clit to harden it now so that the lasso can go over it too. Emma moans with delight. Then he has her bend over the counter and after lubing her, he shows her a glass plug with a gold cap and ring on the end, which he presses up in her. It is on the rather large size so fills her fully.
He admires Emma’s sexual beauty she displays before him. He kisses her just on the lips, as he does not want to smear her lipstick too much. But then realizes that after eating, he will need to touch it up, so presses his tongue into her and runs it all around her mouth, exploring every inch of it.
They have breakfast, well lunch really, around noon before they dress. Donald feeds Emma each bite and tips a glass of wine for her to drink. Donald knows she needs to be completely relaxed today for this to work.
When finished, Donald tells Emma to go to her room to wait for him. She does as he says, still wondering what is ahead for her. She stands with her hands behind her neck, legs apart as he expects her too.
When Donald comes in he is wearing a tuxedo and looks gorgeous. Now Emma is really wondering what is ahead.
He takes her hand and leads her to the couch, he lays a towel over his pants, so Emma’s glitter lotion does not rub off oh him. He takes her on his lap and begins to tell Emma what is going to happen.
“Emma, it is somewhat of a tradition with some of my colleagues at the Institute, that at the end of a Subject study, the individual is presented to the group at a private dinner at our club to show off the success of the project,” he begins.
“The subjects are dressed similarly to how you are now when presented. We will be in a lounge first, and only the colleagues will see you this way. No one else. There are six other men and Connie. All who have presented subjects of their own in this way,” he goes on.
“In the lounge, you will walk around how I taught you Thursday, your head high, back straight and stopping now and then to spread your legs and bend over. Perhaps, after seeing your wonderful performance on the broadcast, we should put a bench in the middle of the room for you to do something like that also,” Donald suggests.
“But, Emma, if you are not sure about it, I can call it all off. As I told you, I will never make you go farther than where you want to again,” Donald concludes.
Emma looks at him thoughtfully before replying, “Sir, if this is what you want me to do, I will be happy to please you so.”
Donald smiles at her and hugs her. “Emma, they will not touch you as they have others in the past, only look at your beauty and enjoy your charms. But if anything, anything, makes you uncomfortable and you want it to stop, we must have a safe word for you to let me know,” Donald warns her.
“Like what?” Emma asks.
“Well, it needs to be terms which would be confusing to them, but you can remember. Think about our time at the beach, if you are starting to get uncomfortable for where it is leading, feeling you are approaching a yellow light, say ‘swimming.’ If it suddenly gets to a level which needs to stop immediately, like a red light, say ‘diving.’ They will think you are describing how you are feeling about it, but I will know I must step in and end it. Do you think you can remember those?” Donald replies.
“Those are perfect, easy for me to remember, and while I will try to see this through, I thank you for looking out for me and giving me a way to step away from it,” Emma says as she kisses and hugs him.
The shoulders of his jacket now have a little glitter on them too, but not enough to be too noticeable and rather adds to the glow coming from Emma. “Emma, remember everything you have learned over these weeks, feel the confidence you have developed to be proud of yourself. You are very beautiful,” Donald whispers in her ear.
Emma nods solemnly in reply.
“I will explain more about the dinner when we get to that part, but I think you will be up to it. As I said, there will be just the eight of us, and you, the food will already be there for us to serve ourselves, so again, no one else will see you,” Donald promises.
Donald has her stand, leaves the room for a minute and comes back with two more glasses of wine, which they drink sitting side by side. When done, Donald has Emma bend over, and he takes the plug out, telling her to go and try to pee as much as she can so she is empty before they leave.
When she is finishing, Donald comes in the bathroom, wipes her and rubs her slit to start making her wet, and has her bend over the counter for him to reinsert the now clean plug. When in, he has her sit on the stool as he fixes her hair some and freshens her makeup.
They return to the bedroom, and Donald begins to dress her, to a degree. He puts on a dark-brown shelf bra and has everything hanging out, just a little support under her to lift her some, but showing the clamps and jewels hanging from them. The same color garter belt and then sheer stockings so all can see the glitter on her legs still. Brown high heels finish this part of her outfit. This is all that she will be wearing at the club.
Donald examines his creation, and hurries to the bathroom for the lotion and rubs just a little up and down both stockings so the glitter really shows. He fingers Emma’s slit a little, feeling how nice and wet she is getting.
Donald attaches a gold leash to her necklace loop and drops it down between her breasts; it falls to just above her knees. He helps her into a dark-brown light cloak, which comes to mid-calf so the leash is not noticeable.
He smiles at his goddess, who is about to make him so proud. In the back of his mind, he is a little unsure about this. Does he really want to share Emma with these men? But he knows if he doesn’t, his authority, and privileged place at the Institute will be questioned. So instead he asks Emma if she is ready to go.
Emma nods in return. It is three-thirty when they leave. They arrive at the club at four o’clock. In a private hallway after closing and locking the door behind them, Donald takes off Emma’s cloak and picks up her leash.
Usually, the Subject’s outer garments would be hung here in the hall until they were ready to depart, but Donald tosses hers over his left arm to carry in with them. He feels so protective of Emma right now and wants to be able to shield her quickly if anything goes wrong.
He had texted ahead how things should be set up in the lounge before they left so when they open the door to the lounge and enter Emma sees two rows of three chairs across from each other by about ten feet. There is one chair at each end to make an open square, and a wide square stool the height of a chair right in the middle of the square. All the chairs in the square have small tables beside them.
The men are mingling around waiting, drinks in hand, but as soon as they see Donald entering leading Emma in, they quickly hurry to the chairs on each side. Connie strolls to the chair closes to the door and sits down too. They all wait.
Donald, leading Emma, goes first to the bar stand and makes them each a stiff scotch on the rocks, he has Emma take a few sips and then lead her the chair, his chair she knows, at the other end. Donald sits their drinks on his table and drapes her cloak across the back of the chair.
He leans close to Emma and whispers, “Are you ready? I will lead you around five times, and then you will go to the center as I sit down. Before I take you, I do want you to have more of your drink to be sure you are calm. Okay?”
Emma nods her understanding.
And Emma’s public debut begins.
Donald slowly leads Emma around in front of the men and Connie, Emma’s head high and in perfect posture. She is confident in the heels now and does not falter. He stops in front of each man and introduces him to Emma, referring to Emma as ‘Z’ as he does so. He tells her what each man does at the Institute. They each stand as Donald does this, and they shake Emma’s hand and tells her how grateful they are for her to join them today.
Emma assesses each man as they are introduced. They range in age from late thirties to sixties. All are nice looking in different ways, and all are wearing tuxedos like Donald. Connie has on a long, elegant, form-fitting black gown which is strapless.
Emma does not know this but never had these gentlemen been so polite and welcoming to a Subject before. They all immediately realize when she and Donald enter, there was something not only special about Subject Z, but between her and Donald.
The stroll seems to go on for a long time, especially when Donald would stop in front of each group of three men and tell her to turn around from them to truly appreciate her. Donald did talk in a kind, low tone to her, so she felt safe, and did as he asked. She notices as she does that all the men are getting harder and harder with each circle. And Connie, well, Emma can see the lust in her eyes.
The rounds finished, Donald leads her first back to his chair, and lifts her glass to her lips to take a couple of sips. Emma smiles her gratitude to him. He unclips her leash and tells her in a low voice to go the center stool, sit on it, and try to do what she did on camera the other night.
She nods and goes to the center and sits, as Donald does. How the stool is positioned, the men are viewing her from both sides, Donald is behind her back, and she is facing Connie. Who nods encouragingly at her.
She spreads her legs wide, so Connie first can enjoy the view of her clamps, and dripping pussy. And then turns to one side and spreads her legs for the men there to enjoy, turns to face Donald and does the same, and then to the other men. All in a clockwise manner. She does the turning again, this time lifting and cupping her tits for them to enjoy, admiring the weights hanging from them. Then again, this time holding her labia apart for their enjoyment letting them see her dripping vulva. Her mons is covered in wetness as is her crack.
Emma is not sure why this is turning her on so right now. For her to be an exhibitionist in front of these strangers. It is like the other night when she broadcast. But then she could not see the men, today she can see the desire and yearning on each of their faces, and in their pants.
When she finishes this turn, one of the men coughs and squeaks out, “Perhaps we should have an intermission to refill our glass and compose ourselves.” All quickly agree and they first all hurry from the room, even Connie.
Emma walks up to Donald and looks at him quizzically. “Emma, they are relieving themselves in the bathrooms. They will be gone for about ten minutes,” He tells her.
She drops to her knees, unzips him, and takes his cock out. “If I hurry I should be able to relieve you too, Sir,” she says as she takes his cock full in her mouth, sucking it hard and squeezing the base of his staff.
Donald lets out a moan in surprise of what she is doing. Will she be done before they return, or will they walk in on them and see her in action? Just the thought of them being caught makes him cum in a minute. He, like the others, have been holding it in for over an hour of Emma’s show.
Emma licks him clean, zips him up again, and after draining her drink take their two empty glasses to the bar stand to refill them. Perhaps the drinks are making her less inhibited, but she feels such a glow coming over her now. She takes the drinks back to Donald, they each take a sip and then she lowers to his knees kneeling at his side.
She whispers to Donald, “Sir, how far should I go? Are they going to touch me? Should I allow it?”
Donald is overcome with what she is offering, and no, there is no way he wants her to offer herself to these men, or Connie. “Diving, Emma, diving.”
She looks at him and smiles, understanding his feelings.
Donald goes on in a low voice, “You can stand in front of each, first showing your gleaming slit, and then turn and offer to let them turn your back ring a little, but no more. I don’t think I could take it. But only after you do the bend over and masturbate wiggling your ass. That should be enough entertainment for today.”
He holds her glass to her for another sip and has just set it back on the table when the others walk in. Emma is sitting on her knees, her arms stretched holding her in a straight stance at the side of Donald’s leg make them all gasp and feel a new wave of desire running through them. ‘Where had Donald found this perfect gem?’ they all wonder as they fix themselves drinks to keep from getting back into the condition they just got out of.
After they are seated, Donald commands her, “Z, go back to your bench and pleasure these men a little more. We have about an hour until dinner will be ready..”
Emma stands turns to him and nods and returns to the bench. But now she leans over it, starting at the top of the clock again, her ass if full view of Connie. She spreads her legs wide so not only is her plug filled ass on display but so in her dripping cunt.
As they all watch, she spends about five minutes in each position. She is rubbing her slit, up and down working on her clit and pressing fingers up in her, as she reaches around and pulls at the plug a bit. Sighs and soft whimpers come from her lips as she enjoys the rush she is getting from self-serving herself, and that they are watching her do so.
Once all four sides have seen the display in front of her, she rises and walks to Donald. Standing just far enough away that everyone understands there will be no touching per se. Emma widens her stance and with her fingers spread her low lips so Donald can see the wonderful pleasure palace he loves so.
Donald shows the others the behavior expected of them as he just grins at Emma and does not touch her. When she turns around and bends so her lovingly filled hole is on display, he reaches for the gold ring and turns it three times as she moans with delight.
She walks to the first man on the one side and displays herself the same way to him. He looks with pleasure at her cunt dripping. When she turns and bends before him, he looks to Donald for permission.
Donald nods his head and holds up three fingers. Everyone in the room now knows what is allowed as Emma complete her rounds. When completed, Donald stands, hands her drink to her to finish, and tells the others to give them about fifteen minutes to get Z ready for dinner. He will press the buzzer when she is prepared.
Now Emma is bewildered by what is going to happen next. She has been on display for over two hours, what more will be required of her?
Donald picks up her cloak and leads her to a double door, and opens it for them to enter, then closes it behind them. Before Emma can say anything, he crushes her in his arms kissing her, whispering how wonderful she was. So much more than he imagined she would be. Then asks if she is still okay with everything. She needs to say if it wasn’t and it would end now.
Emma asks him what is next as she looks at a large round table with eight chairs at it. Well, no, at one seat seemingly at the top of the table, that chair is a little separated from the others. There is a stool on one side of that chair, and wooden steps placed on the other. The table is set elegantly, and there are several large covered serving platters around the table. But the center of the table, a rather large space, is completely empty.
“Emma, you are going to be the centerpiece for the meal, you will take your shoes off, climb up on the table here and crawl to the middle of the table. During the meal I want you to assume different poises in different directions so all can enjoy the sexual delights as they enjoy a sensual meal to fill their palates in all ways,” Donald starts.
“During the meal, different ones will motion you to crawl towards them, and they will feed you some of each course, and give you sips of wine. Only go as much as you feel you want to. Once the meal is over, you will step down and sit at my side as we have final brandies to complete the meal. Do you think you can do this?” Donald explains and asks.
“How many courses? And would you like me to take my stockings, garter, and bra off during the meal?” Emma responses.
“Emma, you are becoming my wicked little slut, where do you come up with these ideas? That would be wonderful; they would enjoy it so much there will be probably several trips to the restroom through the meal. I would have never thought of a nice striptease. Wait, I have something for you to add before you start,” Donald exclaimed.
He goes to her cloak and pulls out of the pockets elbow length, fingers free, lace brown gloves and helps her put them on. They add to her look so wonderfully. Donald had forgotten them when they arrived, but they will be a perfect addition for what will be ahead. He helps up the steps and on to the table. In the center now, Emma asks if she should start on her knees or her back.
Donald ponders for a minute, and suggest she lay on her stomach with her feet touching in a frog-like position so they could admire her lovely ass to start. Emma giggles at the idea and assumes the position.
He presses the buzzer and takes his seat. Each place has two bottles of wine, red and white beside them and he fills his first glass with some of the white.
The door quickly opens, and the seven, seeming adjusted after the last act, walk into the room. They all walk around the table in a file first to enjoy Emma’s display before taking their seats.
They all pour themselves some wine, and the first course, a salad, is passed around. It is rather family-style dining, the food all there for them, and it seems that there are six platters of food around the table to serve in turn. Connie starts the salad course around. As they eat, Emma rolls over and lifts her arms above her head so they can all enjoy the look of the lace gloves now covering her arms.
As she does, she glances around, and one of the men beckon to him. He picks up an extra fork at his plate and spears some of the salad and lifts for her to see. She crawls to him and takes the bite. He offers her a couple more as he gazes at her shining boobs in front of him. He would so like to squeeze them or pull on the chain some, but tonight touching is disallowed. He lifts his wine glass for her to sip from and she does. Emma then returns to the center of the table, and on her knees, she slowly peels one of the gloves off and tosses it to the man who had just offered her salad.
Emma returns to the center and strikes different poises letting each of the men have their own view of her.
The next course is a lemon rice soup. The soup urn is passed around, and each fills their bowls. Emma continues her performance until one of the other men motions for her to come to him. He picks up and extra spoon and feeds her several spoonfuls and then a few sips of his wine. When Emma returns to the center, she strips the other glove off and tosses it to him.
The men are getting the idea of this game now and begin to laugh, as does Connie, feeling bad she will miss out on this.
A lovely platter of broiled white fish in a wonderful smelling lemon, wine, and garlic sauce is passed around. And again, one of the men gestures for her to come to him. She is happy to see that they all have a special fork or spoon for her, so she does not have to use theirs, and when they lift their wine glass for her, it is always on the other side from where they are drinking.
The food is all delicious, and the few bites are all that she could eat now as her stomach is fluttering at what she is doing. She is trying to do all this to please Donald, but she is not sure she likes it fully. Yes, at first, the thought of exhibiting herself for them, as she had done on the computer the other night was exciting. But as she realizes these are Donald’s colleagues, who he must work with, she begins to wonder if this is what she should be doing. She is not going to give in yet; there are only three more courses to go.
So, she unhooks her one stocking, suggestively rolls it down her thigh, over her calf and off. She tosses it to her most recent feeder. The men all clap with glee at this.
Emma laughs a little to let them know she is glad that they are pleased. During this whole time, Emma has not looked at Donald, she feels she is better not to look on the man she is doing this for because she loves him so. She is afraid if she does she will cry out, ‘I’m diving, diving, diving.’ So, she keeps up this pretense to make him proud of her.
What Emma doesn’t know is that right now Donald is in his own private hell, watching what is happening. ‘Why did he ever agree to this? Why did they ever start this stupid game years ago?' It was all supposed to be in good fun, but now with his growing feelings, he understands each of those women were individuals with sentiments of their own. They all had agreed to go along with this game, and many did enjoy it to its full outcome, but no, it never should have started.
The next course, fruit, nuts, and cheese are served around, and after some more erotic compositions for their enjoyment, the fourth indicates for her to come and enjoy some. She eats a bit of pineapple, a piece of cheese, and as he holds up a sugared walnut in his fingers for her to bite, that nut. A little more wine, now a red one, and back in center, he receives her other stocking.
In her mind, she realizes that the items she is bestowing on each of them they will treasure and probably hide away somewhere to lust over in the future. She does not want to think about what they might do with them sometime when they are extremely horny.
Emma comforts herself knowing there are only two more courses to go. She will get through this. The pasta course is cheese ravioli in a tomato cream sauce. As the next man wiggles his fingers for her to come to him, she crawls to him and eats two of them. They melt in her mouth. Pleasured with the taste, Emma lifts up on her knees and slowly undoes her garter belt in front of him and twirls it for him to take.
The room explodes with mirth.
Finally, the last course, a steak in a burgundy sauce is passed around. And knowing who the last man is, Emma goes and squats in front of him for him to cut some slices for her to enjoy, a final sip or two of his wine, and then she lifts behind her and undoes her bra, and folding it, hands it to him.
In return he takes her hand and kisses it, thanking her for her kind gift. The room roars with applause and Emma stands walks down the table to the steps which Donald help her descend. She goes and sits on the stool next to him, and notices first that Donald has only drunk a little of his first glass of the wine and had left his second drink in the lounge almost untouched. When she turns to him, she sees a troubled look on his face.
Brady is served around now, which Donald declines, but gives Emma his glass to enjoy. The one man, the oldest, who had started this stupid game night years ago, comes up to Emma and hands her a dice and asks her to roll it to see what number she gets. She does, and a six comes up. She hears a desperate moan from Donald. The man then takes the dice and rolls. He gets a four.
The dice is passed between the men, and when two get the same number, they have to rethrow until each has a unique number from one to six.
Donald stands abruptly and throws the cloak over Emma. “Gentlemen, this is enough. The evening is over for us. I hope you enjoyed the entertainment Em... Z provided you, but we must now be going. And know, as far as I am concerned these games have ended today. If I ever hear of one again, I will report it to the Institute’s board,” Donald says in a voice just controlling his rage.
Emma quickly buttons up the cloak and steps into her shoes. The men and Connie hurry and stand in a line at the door. The one says, “Donald, I am sorry, we may have stepped over the line just joking tonight, but we understand what you are saying, and yes, I think these enjoyable interludes have run their course.”
Then as Donald and Emma leave, each of the men, in turn, take Emma's hand, shakes it and thank her for being so willing to provide them with the best entertainment they have ever had. All say it in a different way, but all do apologize if they made her uncomfortable at all and lifted her hand and gently kissed her to show their gratitude.
Connie is by the double doors, and as Donald opens them for them, she hugs Emma and whispers in her ear, “Dear, I don’t believe what you did today. It was wonderful, and I hope it has not hurt you in any way.” And Connie then kisses her cheek.
Donald turns to the group and says in a not much calmer voice, “I think you all should probably get cabs to take you home tonight, you all have had a bit to drink.” And with that said, Donald takes Emma’s arm and walks her out of the lounge, down the hall, and out to the car.
Emma realizes that Donald had not drunk much to make sure he could get them home safely. She knows she is feeling a little tipsy from it all. As they start for home, Donald keeps asking her over and over if she was okay, and why didn’t she use the safe words if she wanted it to end.
Emma begins to cry and sobs out, “Donald, I was doing it for you, it was what I thought you wanted me to do. I am so sorry if our signals got crossed. I couldn’t look at you while on the table because if I did, I was afraid I would have called, out, and I so wanted to make you happy and proud of me.”
She places her hand on his thigh and rubs it, telling him, “It is all okay, and I am not scarred from it in any way. Actually, some of it was fun and amused me rather.” As she laughs a little to lighten the mood, she turns to Donald and sees tears streaming down his face.
She lifts her hand to rub the back of his neck and asks him what the matter is. He replies that when they get home, he will tell her all about it. She continues to rub his neck as tears while somewhat slowed, do continue to run down his face. The rest of the ride is in silence as tears start to form in Emma’s eyes too, as she imagines the worst.
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E064: Preparing Emma at the Salon
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Posted:Feb 17, 2019 11:40 am
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2019 3:06 pm
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After a wonderful night sleeping together, Friday morning as they awoke, Donald told her to go tan again. This is interesting to Emma as he had cut back on how much she did lay in the bed, but it seems he wants her now tanner and tanner.
She follows his directions, and after, a short massage today from Julie who talks to Emma about her day as a dog, and how she liked doing it. From each of Emma’s responses about it, she sighs deeply. When finished, Emma moves off the bed, she now does not have any problem being nude in front of Julie and Karen. As she moves from the table Julie confesses that she would like to play that role with Karen one day.
Emma laughs and tells her she should admit this to Karen and see where it leads. Karen gives a little yelp in reply.
Emma goes back into the bathroom and sees that Donald has been warming up the shower for them. He helps her in it and begins to wash her. His attention this way over all her erogenous areas always makes her squirm and titillate.
As he washes her, he tells her, that for today’s spa appointment, after her mani and pedi, Sasha will be taking care of her, to be absolutely sure she is fully sheened for tomorrow. But, he will be there to watch all that goes on.
“Sasha knows this already, when I talked with her she promised she would try her best to refrain herself,” Donald tells Emma.
While the idea of Sasha’s of attention to her makes Emma start to drip, and the idea of Donald being there to watch drip, even more, the thought that she would not feel Sasha’s breath, fingers, love on her makes her rather sad.
Donald can feel, first Emma’s enthrallment of the idea, and then her sadness from what he told her, as he shampoos her hair he leans and whispers in her ear, “If you are good, I might enjoy seeing how Sasha can make you so happy.”
Emma gushes at that and turns to him, and with a soapy head, kneels in front of him and takes his semi-hard cock in her mouth. As the water flows over them, she sucks more and more of his prick into her mouth. Her hands are squeezing his balls and running up and down his crack, until with a loud moan from him he feels her fingers press into his asshole.
He could explode at that second, but he holds himself back so to enjoy this attention as long as he can. Donald leans his shoulders on the shower wall for support, as this treatment from Emma is making him weak in the knees. He groans and whines and ever yelps some as she presses further in him and takes all of his cock in her mouth now. He is down in her throat as she sucks over and over, only pulling back out to catch her breath before taking him all in again.
His level of delight is skyrocketing. Donald feels Emma remove her finger from his ass, and he sighs in disappointment, only to shout out a second later as she now presses two fingers up in him. She lubricates them both by running them through her dripping slit some.
Donald tries to hold back as long as he can, but as the two fingers now dance well up in his ass, and Emma keeps pulling back and then sucking him all in her mouth and throat, it does not take long for him to explode.
Emma swallows almost all of it, as she sucks him dry as he deflates. Her fingers slow in his ass, and he again laments as she removes them.
Donald pulls her to her feet and wraps his arms around her and kisses her deeply, tasting his cum on her tongue still.
“Emma, that was wonderful. Sit and spread your legs so I can return the pleasure,” Donald tells her.
Emma giggles as she sits on the bench she feels the nice warm water washing over them and spreads her thighs wide apart. It is a good thing that Donald has an extremely large water heater for these long showers and baths they so enjoy taking.
Donald sits on the shower floor between her legs and begins to suck and lick her inner thighs, warming her to what will soon come. After that sweet teasing, and him seeing how soaked her slit now is, he moves and takes one of lower lips in his mouth and starts to suck on it. As he does, he squeezed the other lip to help it begin to swell also.
Emma whimpers in pleasure as he moves back and forth between the two lips. Sucking on one while pinching and massaging the other. Her loud sighs let him know she is enjoying this. When both are rosy and double in size, he moves to lick up and down her slit. Today, after he has run his tongue up and down her a few times, He starts at the top, her clit and sucks and licks it until he feels her start to tremble and he knows she is about to have her first orgasm from this. She thrashes from side to side, holding his head firmly in place, and the orgasmic cry from her lips is immense as her whole-body shutters.
Donald kisses her clit gently several times before he moves his tongue down to play in her vag. Pressing in as far as he can, while his fingers softly caress her clit. Again, Emma is soon moaning over and over. It only takes a few minutes for her to start to shake and shutter again. This time as she arches her back and cries out she clamps her thighs together hold his head firmly in place as she rides this second crashing wave out.
The shower bench is deep enough that he helps her move back some and bend her knees up on the seat and lean back. Yes, now he has the right angle to bend and lick from her vag to her booty hole. As he begins to lick around the rim, making her drip more and more, he moves his hand, so three fingers are pressing in her vag, while his thumb is rubbing her love pearl.
He presses his tongue in her starfish which he has just cleaned so well as they showered. He thrusts as much as he can up in her, bring it out to lick around her before pressing in again. Over and over as he feels her cunt throbbing against his fingers, which in kind makes her anus clench also.
Emma is beyond the edge now, ready to crash for the third time in minutes. She shrieks with total joy as she cums hard and strong. Donald feels the sides of her vag holding his fingers captive in her. He is glad at that moment he pulls back and is just rimming her, his tongue might have been trapped too.
Emma falls forward towards him, panting trying to steady her breathing, putting her head on his shoulder. When somewhat calm, she starts kissing his neck, face, and then mouth deeply. It is her turn to now taste her juices on Donald’s lips and tongue.
“I think we both need a little more of a shower after all that,” Donald tells her.
Emma just nods, and they stand under the water spraying on them and wash each other with soapy hands again.
Dried and seated for her hair to be done, Donald styles it in a simple way, the henna highlight do give such a glow to her. He plainly does her makeup, and then takes her to the bedroom to dress her. Her bra and panties are of a pale yellow which shows off her tan so nicely. Then he chooses a sleeveless summer dress with large pink and blue flower print over a yellow background. She looks marvelous to him.
She slips on yellow heels, and she is dressed for the day. No need for stockings today.
He hurries and dresses for the day, and they have a quick breakfast, realizing that after all the time they took in the shower they need to be at the spa shortly.
Emma is taken in for her manicure and pedicure. Donald goes with her and picks out a medium brownish shade for her, to match her tan and hair. He sits in a chair reading a scholarly journal as she is primped and pampered.
When she is finished, she feels shivers running through her body as she thinks about what is ahead and seeing Sasha. How will it be between them, with Donald there watching? Will he allow Sasha to touch and play with her how she did last time?
She walks down the hall barefoot as Donald carries her shoes. Making sure the polish dries completely and is not smeared.
Sasha is waiting in the open doorway with a large smile on her face. She shakes hands with Donald as Emma introduces them, and Sasha tells him, “It is so nice to meet you finally. You seem to be doing a wonderful job of helping Emma explore new dimensions. And Emma, you look even lovelier and more radiant today. I love the colors in your hair.”
Sasha while being so open and friendly maintains a professional demeanor. Donald greets her and tells her it is nice to meet her too finally. “Emma, don’t you think you should give Sasha a better greeting than this?”
Emma looks at him and he winks at her letting her know she has his permission. Sasha sees the wink too, so when Emma steps closer to her and takes the initiative to lean in to kiss her, Sasha wraps her arms around Emma's waist to hold her as they kiss each other on the lips.
“I am so glad to see you again, Emma,” Sasha tells her. “And I am sorry, Professor Ryan, for going too far the last time I was with her.”
Donald is feeling buoyant from the shower time with Emma this morning. He seems to now be open to watching the two women together. He sees that there is a second rolling stool at the head of the massage table. He goes to it and sits, turns to the women and says, “Show me how you helped Emma the last time you trimmed and shaved her. From the beginning.”
Both look rather wide-eyed at him at his casual manner about this now. There is a large smile on his face now as he looks at them. Emma asks him if he is sure? And when he nods in response, she goes to him and kisses him profoundly and thanks him and takes her shoes from him.
She goes back and stands in front of the chair which always holds her clothes. She places the shoes on the floor, and Sasha as she did last time, steps close to her and says, “Let me help you undress.”
Her arms go around Emma, and begins to unzip her dress slowly, and then slides it down off her. Leaning to pick it up, Sasha pauses for a moment to breathe in Emma’s wonderful pussy scent. Donald can see her doing this. He realizes he is already starting to harden in his pants watching this. He wonders how long he can last?
Sasha reaches behind Emma and unclips her bra and slowly lowers it off her arms. After putting the bra on top of the dress, Sasha just gently strokes Emma’s breasts and pinches her nipples. Emma gasps in enjoyment. She realizes that Donald watching this time is so much different than when Connie was with her while he watched. She knows that Connie lusts for her, but Sasha has a warmer feeling for her.
And then she feels Sasha’s fingers moving under the elastic of her panties and sliding down to caress her ass cheeks. A sigh escapes her lips, and Sasha kneels again as she pulls them down her legs and off. Still kneeling in front of her, Sasha leans close to her again to sniff that musky scent, she runs her fingers up and down Emma’s legs and between her thighs as she does.
In a husky voice, Sasha says, “Well you do have a bit of growth on your legs, and your mons needs a good clipping.” She stands and tells Emma to raise her arms and Sasha licks at each armpit, saying, “Checking to see how much growth there is there.”
Emma feels a little unsteady on her feet as such an examination.
Sasha turns to Donald and says, “This happens when someone doesn’t do a thorough job of clipping, waxing, and after lotion. At first, it feels that everything is smooth and cleared, but in days growth is back heavier almost. I am sorry Emma did not get the service she should have last week.”
Donald replies, “I can see how that might happen, please make sure she is completely clipped and shaved today, and whatever is needed to protect against this in the future.”
Sasha nods in response as she helps Emma up on the table. Today, they do not bother with a towel, they are now past that. Emma looks up at Donald watching down on her as she scoots herself into the stirrups and up close to Sasha.
Sasha tells Donald to move his stool where ever he wants for the best view. She does have a bright light shining down on Emma’s cunt from the rolling table she has next to her with her instruments, but on the other side, Donald can roll to watch close up what Sasha is doing.
He watches in awe as Sasha carefully lifts Emma’s mons hair and clips them as close as she can. She gently blows on Emma’s cunt to get the hairs away after each clip. She leans in close to inspect her work, but only when Emma is completely sheared does she look up at Donald and ask if she might?
Donald knows what she is asking and tells her she may, and watches Emma’s face and body as Sasha leans and begins to lick Emma’s slit up and down, cleaning away all her sticky juices. Emma moans now feeling Sasha soft tongue on her again, playing at her pearl, pressing into her just a bit. Emma lifts herself some to feel her closer.
Donald watches and then leans and kisses Emma and ask if she is enjoying this. Emma grins and nods in response. Sasha returns to the work at hand and rubs the warm special oil she has over Emma’s mons and pussy. She gently finger-fucks Emma a little to press oil in there too. She has Emma roll over on her stomach, which Donald helps her do. She clips and trims around Emma’s asshole; making sure all hair is so short it is hardly noticeable. Then she again asks Donald if she may.
Donald is now getting rather hard, pressing against his zipper croaks out, “Yes, please.”
This is new for Emma, as Sasha has never done this to her before, but she moans with pleasure as Sasha rims her some. Then the feel of the warm oil up and down her crack and around and in her back hole where Donald just this morning so pleased her. This is delightful. It was fun when she had felt Connie do it, but this way is almost better, laying on her stomach with her legs spread. She finds herself panting a little and knows that she is soaking the sheet under her.
Then Emma is rolled on her back again and her legs one at a time lifted to wax them. As Sasha does, she suggests Donald gets one of the warm clothes on the counter to begin to wipe Emma some. He hurries to comply. While Emma winches some from the wax being torn from her legs, Donald rubbing the warm rag back and forth between her legs, make her forget about it.
Between watching Emma’s reactions, and what Sasha has been doing to her, all he wants right now is Emma to be totally satisfied. He continues to run his cloth-covered fingers up and down her slit, and into her vag a little, making her moan some.
Her underarms now done too, Sasha begins to rub the oil over Emma’s right leg and massage her. She invites Donald, “Would you like to oil Emma’s left side and we do this together? Just watch what I do and do that also. I think Emma might really enjoy having two people oiling and massaging her.”
Donald raises his chair to the level that Sasha’s is now and takes the oil she hands him and copies how she had squired it over Emma’s calf and thigh. And then from her foot, keeping pace with Sasha, following what she is doing he works the oil into Emma and massages her up her legs too.
Emma is on a plane so high right now. Donald and Sasha take turns wiping her gushing cunt of her creaminess. Never would Emma have imagined the intensity of this happening to her right now. Up to her arms now, then her neck, chest, and breasts they both kneed the warm oil into her over her stomach and hips.
Then they help her roll over and begin doing the same with her shoulders, back, cheeks, each taking turns rubbing in some more to her crack. Then down over her back thighs and calves.
Emma knows this is ending soon, but she so does not want it to. She notices the large bulge in Donald’s pant, and know he needs some attention soon himself.
When they finish, Donald and Sasha look at each other and grin, and together, both smack Emma’s cheeks once.
As they help Emma stand and regain her composure, Sasha suggests something to them.
“I don’t know if you are interested, but the room through that door there at the back of this station leads to a bedroom with a large bed in it. I can lock both this door and that door so no one can come in, I don’t have any more appointments this afternoon, so I was wondering if the three of us could play together some,” she says hesitantly.
“Emma, whatever terms you want with how Donald and I interact, he does not have to fuck me, but if you would like I can suck him some. I so want to play more with you but do notice that Donald needs some attention too. Whatever rules you want to set for us, either of you, I will comply with,” she continues.
Donald and Emma turn to each other, gasping at this wonderful offer. “Emma, it is up to you, and what terms and limits you want to set if you would like to. I do not ever want to hurt you as I did again.”
Emma flings her arms around Donald’s neck and kisses him. “Yes, let’s play some, and we will see how far I am willing to go,” she tells them both and then turns to Sasha and arms around her neck kisses her in turn.
“And now, Donald, you need to kiss Sasha in thanks for her warm invitation,” Emma states. She steps away, and Donald steps to Sasha, take her face in his hands and kisses her first chastely and then more fully to show his appreciation to.
Sasha steps back, and says, “Donald if you can bring Emma’s clothes with us, let me lock this door first.” She leads them to the back room where they see the large bed with a bathroom off the room. There is a couple of bottles of wine and three glasses sitting on the bed stand.
Sasha blushes a little and confesses she was so hoping they would say yes. They all laugh, and Emma realizes that right now she is completely naked, all hair removed, and they are both still dressed. “Sasha, let me get Donald out of his clothes first as he is pressing at the seam for a while now. And then let me undress you, to see your lovely body for the first time,” Emma says as she goes to Donald and undoes his pants, and lowers them and his boxers, letting his so hard cock come out to breath. She lifts his shirt off of him and has him sit on the bed to watch.
She steps behind Sasha and realizes while Sasha is now on display for Donald to see first, there is a mirror on the opposite wall for her to view her also. Emma first brings her arms around Sasha’s waist and begins to kiss the back of her neck. She runs her tongue and lips all over Sasha's neck for a couple of minutes, only then releasing her to unzip her dress now.
Emma lifts her hands under the shoulders of the dress and slowly lowers it to the floor. As Sasha steps out if it, Donald bends and places it on the chair with their clothes. Sasha is in a shelf bra and thong in medium blue. Both Emma and Donald sigh at this beautiful sight.
Emma unhooks Sasha’s bra and brings her hand around to cup her breasts some before she has Sasha lift her arms so she can raise it off her. The firmest of Sasha’s breast and the perfect circles of each areola, rosy brown are awesome. Both Donald and Emma are breathing deeply now, and Sasha not far behind them.
Emma slides her fingers under Sasha’s panties elastic in the front and runs her fingers along her smooth hairless mons and down into her slit to see just how wet she is. Sasha is saturated. Emma lowers the panties, and Donald picks them up. As she lifts her cream covered finger to her nose and mouth to sniff and taste, she tells Donald to smell Sasha’s scent also. Both sigh with delight at the heady aroma.
Now, from her first visit, Emma was enchanted with how petite and lovely Sasha was. She is younger, much younger, than Donald and her. Probably in her late twenties or early thirties considering how in shape and fresh she is. Emma suddenly is a little concerned. She is not sure if she will be able to allow Donald to fuck Sasha, but in case it leads there. She turns to Sasha and asks, “Sasha, I am sure you are STD free but are you protected from getting pregnant? I would not want anything to happen.”
Sasha assures them both that yes, she is STD free and gets shots to keep her from ovulating or conceiving. And with that, Emma and Sasha sit down on each side of Donald and begin to kiss him. First Emma turns him to her and kisses him, then turns him to Sasha to do the same.
After that, they all fall back on the bed, and together, the women with each one hand on his shaft and their other hands are squeezing a ball. Donald exhales with gratification.
“Donald, we are going to get you to cum first, then Sasha and I are going to play together some while you watch and join in until you recover. I know this has been building up in you since we got here and does need to be released,” Emma outlines the plan ahead.
Donald is dazed with the attention he is getting. Only once before has he been in a ménage à trois; the youth of Sasha is so different, he has never been with someone so much younger before; he is sure Emma is feeling the same way. But it all feels so right between them. And how Emma is rather taking command of this new adventure, showing her ability to lead. He suddenly realizes how she must act in all her organization meetings.
But these thoughts all flee his mind as Emma leans and takes his glans into her mouth and suck it. He feels himself starting to throb. Then Emma lifts her head and tells Sasha to do it if she would like. Sasha grins at her and lowers her head over Donald and takes first his head, and then when Emma moves her hand from Donald’s shaft, more of him in his mouth.
Her sweet, warm lips, tongue, and mouth stun Donald how he is responding. When he realizes he is about to cum, he tells Sasha, that he needs Emma on him, not her right now. Sasha understands the dynamics between Donald and Emma and lifts her head. Donald tells Emma to ride him to completion. Right now, since he hasn’t yet today, he needs so desperately to cum as far up in her for her pleasure too.
Emma does as he asks, and Sasha beneath her cunt continues to squeeze his balls. “Donald, lift up some, Sasha, can you circle and enter him from behind?” Emma asks. Sasha is gazing in Emma’s eyes, which is where they will stay until Donald cum, nods and he feels her fingers, after rubbing up and down Emma’s slit, slide around and inside him.
His fast ascent to cumming is not going to last very long. Feeling Emma throb against his cock as she rides up and down on him, Sasha’s fingers playing up his ass, and then seeing Sasha’s other hand move over Emma’s clit and rubs it.
Never could have he imagined as they left the house this morning where he and Emma would find themselves now. This wasn’t planned at all, and he feels that Emma deserves another pearl for this but, no, all is planned for her last ones. And this is a pearl Emma is giving him. Once again.
It is only moments of this treatment that his cum bursts from him up into Emma. The release is so gratifying. Emma screams out in delight also, throbbing so hard against him. Both the women slow and move from him to fall to both his sides. He can barely catch his breath, and together they kiss his face and neck while in harmony rub his chest and stomach.
The places Emma is taking him. This now with Sasha is something that must continue some. For Emma alone, and he hopes he at times will be included too.
When Donald is subsided, Emma leans over him and kisses Sasha fully. She whispers thank-you for the wonderful clit buffing she contributed just now. Then she flops over both of them to have Sasha between her and Donald and asks if he is up to them exploring Sasha’s body together.
Donald is amazed. Sasha who he knows Emma is lusting over for herself is so willing to share this experience with him. And he comprehends what she is suggesting. What he and she had done with each other, to learn each other’s bodies and desires completely, as her parents had.
Again, this does seem so right to take Sasha to that place. Emma explains to Sasha what they are going to do, to learn what pleasures her and what doesn’t. Sasha needs to let them know; it is a way to make her more attuned to her body and needs.
Sasha lifts and kisses them both and thanks them for wanting to do this for her.
And it begins. They start at the top of Sasha’s head, and how they did it with each other, they touch, fondle, kiss and lick, down each side of her body, finding all the places which delight Sasha the most.
Sasha’s moans and comments tell them where she gets the most enchantment. Emma and Donald take turns as they do to check her slit to see how wet she is and rubbing her some. Down at her feet, them sucking her toes and licking her soles; Sasha cries out in glee.
They have her roll over, and starting at her feet again now, explore up her body finding the places which make Sasha tremble. They take turns fingering and licking her back hole, asking which of them she likes best?. Sasha laughs as says they are both arousing her to the brink.
Only after they both run their tongues up her spine and together kiss and suck at her neck, do they have her turn over, and first Emma, spreads her thighs, and between them, Emma goes down to lick and suck her pussy. Sasha had cum with smaller orgasms with their discovering her, but now, Emma’s mouth and tongue on and in her makes her begin to throb more and more, arching her back and cry out as she feels a gigantic orgasm wash over her. Before she is recovered, Emma moves away, and Donald takes her place.
Yes, there are such differences in their lips and tongues, but Donald soon has her rise to another falling over the cliff. Again, she cries out in total abandonment. They both come to her sides and holds her in their arms as she appeases.
Tipsy but back more or less on the ground Sasha laughs hard, and kisses them both, thanking them for the most magnificent experiences. She slides over to the side of the bed and pours wine for all of them and hands glasses to them.
Sasha tells them as they sip, “I knew the two of you are so in sync with each other, but never could have imagined how well you are, and how you can share that pleasure with others. This afternoon has surpassed my wildest dreams. You are both so kind and generous.”
Donald and Emma hug her together. Emma tells her, “You seem to blend with us well too, Sasha, thank you for all this afternoon has been.”
Donald notices the time, it is almost six o’clock, and he needs to have Emma home and fully rested for tomorrow. He apologizes to Sasha telling her he hopes they can do this again. Sasha replies, “I hope so as I want to get to know both of their bodies too. They have so increased her awareness of herself today.”
Donald becomes serious for a moment. “Sasha, you will be Emma’s regular to wax and clip her. Emma, you have my full approval to play with Sasha; however you want when you are here. I will probably want to hear about it, but either way, it is quite alright that you pleasure each other on Fridays. Sasha, I hope you will allow me to participate with you both at times, and I would like to book your full Friday afternoons for you and Emma, and hopefully me, to play after her session.”
Sasha is caught off-guard by this statement, as is Emma. “Donald, whenever you want to join us you can. And the next time, and from whenever you do in the future, I will make sure to trim you nicely also. You do need some,” Sasha giggles.
Sasha says she understands that they need to go and helps them both dress before throwing just her dress over her. She unlocks the doors and before opening the one to the hallway, kisses them both telling them how she is so glad how this has all worked out.
Donald hurries Emma to the car, and they head home for dinner, and to get her to bed for what is all ahead the next day.
It should be mentioned, after this Friday with Sasha, Donald often joined the two for Emma’s appointment. Other times he lets the two women play together alone, and when Emma comes home, she tells him about all that happened. The three do become close friends. Donald does understand this side of Emma, and he loves her willingness to share it with him.
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