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E60: Pearl Thirty-three
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E60: Pearl Thirty-three When Emma wakes Tuesday morning, she snuggles next to Donald as she feels his now flaccid penis still in her. Of this way of sleeping, she will never tire. Now feeling only an inch or so in her, does make her start to throb. She clenches against his cock over and over, and it amazes her that it begins to grow and harden, all as he sleeps. By the time her clutching goes on for a couple of minutes, and she presses back against him to once more have more of his wonderful prick up in her, Donald does begin to stir. It is an amazing feeling as he begins to wake to feel his penis getting hard from Emma’s attention. He smiles behind her at her ability to take him to new experiences over and over. Again, he wonders who really is in charge now. Well, today’s lessons will bring things back in the correct order, to a degree, but for this moment he begins to thrust further into Emma as he hardens more. Realizing that Donald is now awake and pressing into her Emma gives out a gasp of pleasure. Donald moves her to be on her stomach with ass raised, one of their favorite<b> positions </font></b>and starts to fuck her properly. Emma cries out in delight as she feels her professor thrusting in so deeply to her. She feels all her senses heighten and a wonderful wave of pleasure cascading over her body. He plunges into her over and over, each driving more and more into her as she clenches against him on each stroke, wanting him to stay there where it feels so good. She can hear Donald panting behind her as she is having trouble breathing also. She keeps gasping for breath. This is making her feel like all her sexual senses are levitating up out of her body. They go on this way for almost a half hour until both of their passions are at that critical peak and need to be released. Both screaming out together they cum. Oh, how they cum. They drop, Donald on Emma’s back as she milks the final drops of his cum into her. Both breathing so deeply. It takes over a quarter of an hour until they can semi-roll apart. This is one more breathtaking moment between them. One of how many already? Each better and more unique than the last. When they have recovered themselves, they bath and ready themselves for the day. Emma has a few meetings until early afternoon, and Donald knows he must check in with the Institute. He has been holding off from doing so. He does not want to have his colleagues questioning him about his Subject Z. Donald is so glad, that except for Connie no one knows her name. And Connie only her first name. The ride back to Donald’s house is rather quiet, both preparing themselves for the day ahead. They agree to be back to his house by three o’clock. In the garage as Emma starts to get out of the car, Donald, unaccustomed for him, pulls her to him and kisses her long and deeply. “I’m going to miss you today Emma,” he says, astonishing himself as he says it. But realizes that he will. Emma is such a part of him now; he wants her with him all the time. Emma tells him, smiling, that she will miss him too. “But it is only a few hours until three o’clock,” she replies as she winks at him. Something she has never done before. And with that small gesture, Donald knows she has him completely in her control. Oh, he has her in his complete control, but it is now a mutual thing. Emma says she must hurry now, and jumps in her car, and with a quick wave pulls out of the garage and is on her way down the street. Donald sits collecting himself, shuddering some from what just happened and how he feels now. He pulls himself together and pulls out on to the street to head to the Institute. Donald faces the expected inquiries about his latest subject and his findings and results. He gives them some basics about the first full weekend together, the steps they accomplished (pearls Emma earned – which he does not tell about the pearls at all). He also leaves out about Emma’s week of punishment for what she did. That is too painful for him to remember now. In his office, he works a little more on recording all that has happened. He does it two ways now, one just the clinical report of Subject Z without any of his reactions or emotions, which he does save on the Institute’s server where if others looked they could see. The second report is very private and tells all that has happened between Emma and him, about her parents, and how she is changing his outlook and demeanor. That he saves to his flash drive where no one will see to update his file at home. Halfway through the day, Connie comes into his office, closing the door behind her when he says come in. “Donald, how is Emma doing? Is she alright after what happened?” Connie asks and Donald can hear the real concern in her voice. ‘Emma has that effect on everyone it seems. She can so easily get under a person’s skin, making them all care for her so much’, Donald thinks. ‘Even Karen and Julie, not interested in Emma that way, but asking if she is alright and what she might like.’ Donald pulls himself from his thoughts and answers, “Things are going rather well. Emma was rather upset about us together in front of her. She has such strong feelings and ties that it is hard for her. But we did do the online chatting and video calls this weekend – only with men so far – and she seemed to accept that facet. She is coming along nicely.” Donald tried to sound detached from it all, but his tone and body language showed differently to Connie who was accustomed to watching these types of things. Connie laughs a little and confronts Donald, “Your feelings about Emma are very different than with previous subjects, aren’t they? I can see how you interact, and while Emma did confound the two of us with her indifference as we acted out in front of her, I got the feeling how much she cares about you, and you about her.” She continues, “Don’t worry I will not let your secret out here at the Institute. I just hope and wish that Emma will one day want to spend some time with me again. She is amazing with how quickly she learns things, and her talent and skill doing them. Was she really a forty-year-old virgin when you started?” Donald blushes some at Connie’s comments, something he has never done. “Yes, there is a bond forming between us, and please do not let anyone know. I hope will be an on-going relationship after we finish the steps. I think Emma wants that, and I find myself wanting it too. There will be no more Subjects for me I know, and parts of our story can never be told, unless she agrees to it. I find I do care about her very much, something I have never felt before,” Donald stammers. “As for you and her together, only time will tell. She does have some inclinations that way that she needs to express from time to time, but it will only be if she chooses to. And after the last part with us together, I am sorry, she might not want to be with you Connie,” he finishes. The look of disappointment on Connie’s face tells it all. She would so like to experience being with Emma again. Donald feels sorry for her and mutters something about give it time, and perhaps Emma will one day express a wish to be with Connie again. Connie gives him a sad smile and leaves. Donald continues with his special write-up for another hour or two. At around two o’clock, when Donald knows Emma’s meetings are finished, he sends her links to two internet videos to watch which a message about this is what he would like to do this evening. Emma, hearing the ping on her phone as she leaves the last meeting checks the message and then hurries to her car to click on the links to see what Donald has planned. She is a bit awed at them both and watches the second one three times to be sure she understands what will be expected of her for that part. Donald texts her again at two-thirty asking if this is acceptable to her. She smiles some at his now concern about where he is leading her. She replies, “Sir, whatever you feel I need to learn is appropriate without asking. And yes, what he sent her is interesting and I would like to see where it leads.” Emma hurries back to the house, and undresses to be in position for three o’clock. As she had texted Donald, this will be a new experience, and should it be interesting. What Donald is suggesting for today is something beyond what she can imagine. But everything she has been experiencing this last month has been. So, she is ready and waiting. Donald enters the room, naked of course too, with this thicker string roll in his hand. Emma feels herself start to throb at what she knows will be ahead. He comes up to her, lowers her arms to around his neck and kisses her. He has so missed her today. “Are you sure you are up to this, Emma?” he asks her. “Sir, as I said, if you want me to do this, I am willing,” she responds. And he lowers her to sit on the bed. He takes a long portion of the string and doubles it, and then begins to wrap it around her neck and below her boobs. A couple of times around. The Donald begins on her right breast and ties it over and over on it – making the breast pop up like a muffin as he ties it more and more, then moving over to her left to do the same. It all makes her boobs even larger than they are, and what is left out of the string is turning a rosy shade, while her nipples are getting so hard. Emma is not sure about how she feels about this. Part of her feels some pain from the tightness, but most of her is so aroused right now. And then the string goes around below her chest and up to her neck again to secure everything. She finds herself panting some from this all. So different from the nipple lassos and clamps, but doing well more of the same thing to her. Donald leans and sucks at her ripe tits and hard nipples. Emma moans with pleasure. “Emma, do you think you would wear this for a while this afternoon?” he asks her. Emma nods her head yes, once accustomed to the feeling and Donald’s attention they do feel rather good. “Could you handle having clips on your nipple too?” Donald continues. “The lasso ones perhaps,” Emma responses. She had rather enjoyed wearing them that day, and with her now bound and tied, she thinks it will add to the pleasure. Donald chuckles at his amazing student as he gets and places the lasso nipple clamps on Emma. She looks so desirable this way. He presses her back on the bed; helps her lift herself to the pillows and then between her legs. Laying against her stomach and mons he begins to pay so much attention to her nipples and tits. They are a constant state of rosiness now; he did not bind her too tight that blood would not continue to flow. As he sucks at each nipple over and over, Emma feels his manhood rising with each suck. He is hard between her thighs now, rubbing right against her wet, dripping slit. She so wants him to enter her, but another part of her is just enjoying feeling him grow resting there. But in time, Donald does raise himself from her enough to lift her legs over his shoulders and press his throbbing cock up in her. Emma moans from his attention to her favorite place. As he pounds and pounds over and over in and out of her he holds her arms raised by her head as he watches with delight her bound boobs, bouncing with each stroke. So pretty pink, like her bottom often is. It is too much for him, and he raises his hand and spanks against each tit over and over. He is making the blood flow even more into them as he slaps and spanks each again and again as he continues to fuck her faster and faster. Emma is enthralled in the arousal she is feeling. Even Donald’s spanks to her breasts are taking her higher and higher. Why does almost every time with him seem to take her to a higher peak? She cries out in frenzy as wave after wave washes through her body. This was epic between them, both Emma and Donald are so near the verge, ready to crossover into the sublime moment of climax. Neither can hold back any longer and together they scream out so loud in their excitement that Karen and Julie in the kitchen, fixing their dinner, hear them and just smile at each other. The sound so arouses them also that dinner if quickly finished and they are back in their cottage making each other sing almost as loud. When Donald and Emma calm themselves from this high, they lay in each other’s arms. “Sir, I think one of these days we are going to give us both heart attacks from these planes to which we are rising,” Emma says laughing. Donald joins her laughing and hugs her tight, “If we do end that way, would it not be a spectacular way to go?” They continue to snuggle and hug until now composed, for the moment. Donald brings out Emma’s thirty-third pearl and attaches it to her necklace. All Emma can do is grin at the thought of her latest accomplishment. |
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This will be the last chapter for a few days now. I need to write more of them. Perhaps being frozen in my house due to weather, I will get some written tomorrow and Friday. Until then. Enjoy.
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