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E023: Sunday Night: Pearl Eleven  

Clairew1959 64F
95 posts
11/3/2018 8:23 am
E023: Sunday Night: Pearl Eleven


Donald stands and watches Emma’s car go down the street. His cock is throbbing, thinking how many times he has cum and the many more he was at the cusp in the last forty-eight hours.
He is the one who is supposed to be the tour guide for Emma, her teacher, as she learns new sexual things and grows accustomed to them. But somehow, she is such a fast learner, in ways unbelievable to him, she is taking the lead in initiating playing some of the things she is learning over and over.
He had looked up how she had done in school and college when this whole possibility was beginning, and he did see that she had excellent grades, at the top of her class, and all her instructors praised her quick comprehension and analytical skills.
Never could he have imagined that they would carry over so much with what she is now mastering.
Laughing a little to himself, he goes into the house, to his study, his ‘control room’, and flips through the videos of most of Emma’s ten lessons. As he watches he writes up a report card for her for her first ten pearls. He does not mail it to her, rather he decides to save it for her to see when all of her pearls have been earned.
By the time he finishes reviewing the videos, writing up the report card, and making notes for the research part which was all this was supposed to be, he is hard as a rock. He closes his eyes and imagines Emma’s lips and fingers playing with him, without even touching himself he cums. His pants are stained as he had not even released himself from what he was wearing when he walked Emma to her car.
He takes off his clothes now, cleans himself and goes into Emma’s room and takes a nap on her bed. Even with the clean sheets, her scent is still fragrant on the pillows. He falls into a deep slumber for over an hour.
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Emma has tears running down her face as she drives home. She wipes them away with the back of her hand, smearing her eye makeup terribly. When she arrives home, she looks in the mirror and tries to wipe the traces away enough with a tissue before getting out of the car. She takes the suitcase from the back seat and hurries into her house.
She really is going to have to start parking in her attached garage if she is going to be coming and going with a suitcase now. Her neighbors are always looking out.
In the house, she goes straight to her room, puts her phone on the stand by her bed and the suitcase on the dresser. Before even opening it, she takes off her lovely black dress, shoes and undies and lays them on her bed. As she looks at her bed she realizes that the last two nights were the first time she had not slept in her virginal bed all her life. And tonight, it will not be a virginal bed anymore.
Undressed, and feeling wonderful this way again, Emma goes to her large closet and starts throwing all of her dresses and outfits out on the bedroom floor. The pile grows as the closet is emptied. After all the clothes, her sensible, boring shoes are tossed into another pile. The closet is empty.
Throughout the half hour it takes her to do this, she keeps looking towards her phone to see if Donald is calling or texting her. But there is nothing, which does bring new tears to her eyes. She shakes her head at tells herself to be sensible, it is only a little over an hour since she left him.
Next are her dresser drawers. Out go all of her panties and bras into a new pile, along with tops and pantyhose. And what is this? Even a girdle.
Everything is in piles on the floor. In a bit, she will get bags and sort things all out and take them to the garage, for now, to be given to a needy clothes shop.
Her old clothes are all somewhat expensive and good quality, but they are not her anymore. She realizes these old, drab things would burn her skin if she ever had to wear them again now.
Only then does she allow herself to open the suitcase to see what is inside. She hangs the dress for tomorrow on a hanger. It is a soft gray, and while not as low as the dress she wore last night, does appear to be offering an excellent view of her cleavage. Especially with the uplifting gray bra and panties of gray which are with it, and black sheer stockings and garters. She puts the undergarments into her top drawer, stroking their softness some as she does.
Then she lifts out the dress for Tuesday when she will see the Professor again. It is rosy pink. She smiles as she realizes it is almost the shade her bottom gets after Donald spanks her good. His ability to choose colors which complement her coloring reminds her of things that have happened together. This makes her start to drip.
The dress is placed on a hanger next to the other, and the lingerie in the drawer. She takes out shoes which match each outfit. The gray shoes are not so high of heels. She goes to the bed and brings back her black dress and shoes and places them in the closet also. She will hand wash and dry the black bra and panties before putting them away.
The phone has still not rung and it is now two hours since she left.
She goes back to the suitcase and takes the book and DVD out and put them on her bed stand. The two makeup bags go into her bathroom. She smiles that the bag of the milder makeup is virginal white and her more erotic shades are in a shiny black bag. She comes back to the suitcase and sees there is something more to unpack, with a note taped on it.
She lifts it out and goes and sits on the side of her bed as she reads the note.
She recognizes what the object is from when Donald was opening the dresser drawers in her new room, showing what all was stored there. It is a small vibrator, and just running her fingers over its silver rounded head she realizes that this is the one he used on her the first night she was with him. She is sure of it.
The note, handwritten, and she is thrilled to see Donald's firm, straight up and so readable writing on the page, reads, “Emma, put this in your nightstand drawer by your bed. Have it charging all the time so it is ready when needed. You are not to use it unless I give you permission and under my supervision. I know I can trust you about this as we do not want to be apart for a whole week again. D.”
She reads it over several times, taking in a different part each time. One, he will let her get some relief when she is not with him. Two, he does not want to be apart from her for a whole week. Three, he plans to see her more than once a week, heaven. Four, when she does get to use it, she will be allowing him to enjoy her doing so, hopefully arousing him too. Five, he trusts her.
All is heady thoughts running through her head. She sniffs at the paper to see if she can smell his scent, but alas. If only she could smell the aroma of him it would be like an elixir to her.
And as she goes back to close the suitcase now, it is like he knows her so well already, and all that she needs. Tucked in the top of the suitcase are the boxer shorts he wore to dinner last night. Unwashed, with a little bit of cum on them. She holds them to her nose and breathes in deeply. Then not wanting to ‘use up the scent’ yet she takes them and places them under her pillow to enjoy when she goes to sleep tonight.
She goes downstairs and, in the kitchen, pours herself a glass of sherry. She never has much liquor in the house, just a bottle of sherry, which she will have a sip of from time to time. But the wine from this weekend was so good, she decides to make sure to get several bottles of it, and perhaps some other drinks to have on hand in the future. She grabs some garbage bags to take back upstairs for the clothes which she will deal with tomorrow.
With all they have eaten today already, Emma is not hungry now. She decides to get into bed and read more of her book.
When she returns to her room she sees that her phone is flashing a message. ‘Oh, why hadn’t she remembered to take it with her downstairs. Don’t let this result in a punishment of time apart.’
She looks at her phone and sees that it is a text message just received less than a minute ago. She quickly opens it.
“Emma, I will facetime you in about an hour. Is your vibrator charged?”
Emma is so glad she had plugged it in as soon as she had placed it in her nightstand. That was probably two and a half hours ago. She quickly replies, “Yes it has been charging for more than two hours. Would that be enough?”
He does not reply and Emma worries a little that he might have decided she took too long responding.
Why does she worry so over everything that happens between them, and imagine the worse?
She climbs into bed but leaves the comforter and sheets turned down. She picks up her book and is soon engrossed. She sips at her sherry as she reads. The time quickly passes and so do three more chapters.
Suddenly, making her jump a little as she is so involved in the book, her phone rings. She recovers herself and picks up the phone, holding it away from her face so she can see her Donald. It has only been about four hours, but she longs to see his handsome face again.
As she answers, she realizes she had not redone her makeup after her crying jag, and her face is more or less makeup free. A little taint of her lipstick is still on her lips, but nothing more.
She smiles at him and says hello. He replies a greeting. That is somewhat different than his previous gruff, right to the point, beginning of each conversation.
Donald tells her to put her phone on the stand facing her, sit on the edge of the bed with her legs spread. Then for her to take out the chargeable vibrator and hold it up for him to see. As she does this, he sees that she has been crying and her makeup is gone for the most part. He feels his heart twinge at this, but enjoys how even makeup free and with glistening eyes, she is still lovely for him to look at.
She does as told.
He smiles at her and tells her to press the second from the bottom button three times. The head begins to whirl, then goes faster, and even faster with each press.
Donald tells her to now take her other hand and spread her lower lips wide and press the head against her clit.
Again, she does as told, and the feeling of the first touch of the speeding vibrator against her clit sends shivers through her body.
He tells her to run it up and down her slit to get it wet. “You are wet aren’t you Emma?” he asks her.
She blushes and admits that yes rather a bit and explains she has been reading the book more.
Donald just chuckles and says, “Good girl.”
Oh, to hear him praise her like that as the vibrator is going from pressing just into her vag up and over her throbbing clit. Back and forth, though she does so want to leave it pressing against her clit.
After a minute of having her go up and down on her slit, Donald tells her to hold it against her clit, to keep her legs and lips spread so he can see how she is doing.
A flush has come over her as she feeling it vibrating hard against her clit. She moans some.
Then, almost knocking Donald off his chair, she says, “Oh Sir, I would so like to be able right now to kiss and caress your cock and balls.”
‘What!?!’
While Emma has done everything so willingly and did shyly ask him to do a couple of things to her, at his asking, this is the first time that she has used any language like this to him. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts and then wants to hear more.
As the vibrator is spinning against her and she is sighing deeply, Donald asks her to tell him what she would like to be doing to him right now.
In between moans and gasps of pleasure, as the vibrator works its magic on her, Emma begins to talk to him.
“Sir, if you would allow me if you were wearing pants, I would like to slowly unbuckle your belt, slide it off you. Then unbutton your pants. Unzip them, then lower them slowly down to your ankles. Once you step out of them I would place my hands inside of the back of your boxers and caress your ass cheeks as I lower them off you too.”
She continues, “I would press you back to sit on the side of the bed, and kneel between your legs. I would start to just jerk your shaft up and down while fondling your balls, squeezing them to fill them with your cum. Only when you cock is almost fully hard would I lean my head down and take your glans into my mouth.”
Donald is speechless as she goes one. Is this all from the influence of the one book he gave her? Heaven help what she will be like when she has read more of his<b> library.
</font></b>Emma pauses for a minute as she moans loudly and throws her head back. She cums for the first time with the vibrator. And though Donald can see she is in the throes of ecstasy from cumming, the vibrator is still twirling against her now bruised clit. She does not remove it from where Donald had told her to hold it.
Donald knows she is at that place where the total pleasure of the feel against her clit is now for a moment reaching the point of pain. He clears his throat and tells her that to run it up and down her slit again, and avoid her clit for a few minutes.
She nods at him thankfully and moves the vibrator head up and down her slit again, eluding her clit as she does. She breathes deeply for a moment or two. Then she continues with her description.
“I suck on your tip for a bit and run my tongue back and forth over your glans slit pressing into you just a little with my tongue. Then running my tongue around the top. Licking around and around your shaft, starting just below the head, down to the base and your balls. My fingers are at the base of your shaft pressing over and over at the back just above your balls.”
She continues, “When at the base I move my lips to your balls and take one, then the other, into my mouth and suck hard on them to help them fill and expand. When I hear you moan with pleasure, only then do I take my tongue and pressing firmly against the vein at the back of your shaft run back up to your head again to start sucking on it again.”
Emma continues her description as Donald now stroking himself out of her view, moans with the pleasure Emma is longing to hear.
Donald tells Emma to return the vibrator to her clit, but if it gets too much to run it up and down her wet slit a little before returning to it again. As he watches her comply with his instructions, he sees strings of cum dripping from the vibrator down onto her thighs.
Emma’s show and her talking are getting the better of him. He tries to pace himself as he does not want to cum until Emma reaches that point in her account of what she imagines doing to him. And again, between sighs and gasps, she does go on.
“I press my mouth down taking more and more of you in. Sucking as I do, positioning myself to take you all in without gagging too much. The fingers of my hand not gripping and squeezing the bottom of your shaft find your taint and begin pressing against it. Over and over as I take more of you into my mouth and down my throat.”
She carries on, “I am sorry sir, but I do gag a little and need to pull back after about a minute, but recovering quickly you are fully back in my mouth to go on. You feel my fingers pressing your taint and being so deep into my throat, you let out a yell of satisfaction, and I feel your sperm squirting down my throat. I have to pull back a little so to be able to swallow it all as it keeps cumming and cumming.” Emma is winding her story down now.
Donald, at the moment Emma says that his sperm is squirting down her throat cums hard, even more than earlier today. Her words have edged him to the cliff and push him over it with the final comments.
But Emma is not done quite yet, as he hears her moaning more and more as the vibrator is back servicing her clit.
“I swallow all your sperm I can, and what I can’t I lick from your shaft, cleaning it and your balls thoroughly. I then look up at you to see you smiling down on me and lean and kiss me so sweetly.” At that moment Emma squeals again and not only does she throw her head back but Donald can see her back arch so and she is visibly shaking.
Donald tells her to take the vibrator off her and turn it off. Panting hard, she does as he tells her.
“Baby, lay it aside and lean back on your bed. If you can, lift the phone so I can see your face.”
‘Oh shit, did I just really call her baby out loud?’ Donald shudders in realization.
She does as he tells her and smiles weakly at him a second later. He would so like to be there with her at this moment to take her in his arms and rock her.
What is coming over him? He has never felt tenderness for anyone really. Why is Emma bringing this out in him now?
He is so surprised at her graphic description of sucking him off she just gave him. He would have never imagined in a thousand years that she would allow herself to open up that much. She is a unique and rare treasure he must take such care of.
In a small voice, he hears her ask him if she did a good job doing what he asked her?
“Emma, you did very well. I am proud and surprised that you did that. You seem to be learning so much. But now my dear, I think you need to go to sleep. I think that just took a lot out of you, in both ways. Leave the vibrator on the stand. In the morning clean it and plug it back in. But for now, turn off your lights. I want to see you do that,” Donald goes on.
Now seeing her face shaded in darkness, though she can still see him clearly, he tells her goodnight and then, though he hardly can make him do it, he turns off the phone.
Emma sees his face disappear and a deep sigh escapes her lips. She puts her phone back on the stand, rolls on her back, and why she keeps doing this still she does not know? She reaches her arms out towards both bedposts, and before she knows it she is falling asleep. Feeling the wonderful wetness seeping out of her and onto her thighs.
Donald sits at his chair at his computer, staring at the now black screen. ‘Emma doesn’t know it yet, but she has just earned her eleventh pearl,’ Donald thinks with a crooked grin on his face.

RobK2006 56M
5998 posts
11/8/2018 6:19 am

Another incredible post! Another rock hard erection in my pants! I get so turned on reading your posts. I love that she was masturbating for him with the vibrator, and that her legs were spread wide to show Donald everything. And Emma's description of what she wanted to do to Donald's cock was so hot. She must have been so horny while she was talking. I love that Donald orgasmed without even touching himself at the beginning of the post. I'd be pretty much doing that myself.


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