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E061: The thirty-fourth pearl
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E061: The thirty-fourth pearl After Emma earns her pearl, Donald asks her if she is hungry, and wants to have dinner? She does hear her stomach rumble a little, she hasn’t eaten since yesterday, and tells him it sounds like a great idea. At the kitchen table, Donald prepares her ass for the plug. Yes, they do need to keep working at this, but now, he has her press one up in him too. Together they feel that wonderful rush as they eat. He brings the food to the table, and while they are both plugged, naked, and with Emma’s boobs tied and nipples clamped, they act like a normal couple as they chat about their day as they eat. If anyone could see them in this state, they would probably call for an intervention, but for Emma and Donald, this is how it should be from time to time for them. They love being naked together in the house, they will one day have to deal with it. To have clothes close at hand if someone does come calling, but it is not a concern now. And feeling the plugs up in them does seem to relax them and open them more. Emma’s now bound, and having clipped boobs is a bit different for the day, but from day to day they will find diverse things to arouse each other, and themselves, over. So, in a very dissimilar way, they are a perfectly normal couple enjoying their evening meal. Over the meal, the conversation turns to the other video clip Donald had sent Emma earlier. “Emma, did you watch it? Do you think you could do that?” he hesitantly asks her. “Sir, I watched it three times to make sure I understood what to do, and with your help, I think I should be able to,” Emma replies. Donald grins and leads her back to the bedroom. Again, with his hand on her ass steering her. Things are back to the wonderful balance they have. This time, after he pulls more string and doubles it, and twists and ties it how it will be needed, Emma just watching so enticed, he hands it to her and lays on his back on the bed. Emma begins, as she saw on the videos. Wrapping the string midway around Donald’s cock to hold it firm. Then looping over each ball tightly to hold him in this bondage. Around and around each ball. The string does slip from the balls a couple of times, but with his help holding his balls for her, she gets a good noose around each. Then up around the shaft, tying the string up and around it over and over. Donald cock is firmly bound now, and his glans is becoming rosy and firm, his whole cock is swollen from the binding. “Are you alright, Sir?” Emma asks with concern. “I am perfect, my dear,” Donald replies, and now, both so bound and trussed, he pulls her up over his hard cock, and guides his stringed cock into her dripping pussy. It is a very strange experience. This is never anything Donald has ever done with anyone, but he has so wanted to experience. There are so many things that Donald has imagined over the years, which now seem to be becoming a reality of sensations with Emma. Her fucking him as he was at school. No, he had never done that with any Subjects before now. The horizons she is opening for him to experience are more than he could ever imagine. And now, at this moment, feeling his cock so tied up. Holding it hard even if he did come some, and up in her, while not being able to feel her throb against him. The enlightenment of feeling the strings press against her cunt and his cock as they rock together. So well worth it. Donald lets Emma ride him over and over. He can tell the feel of the rough string against the sides of her cunt is arousing to her. And as he lifts, pulls her to him so he can suck her rosy breasts and tits, still enclosed in the lassos, she moans and whimpers at his attention. Her hands are on his chest, and he feels her caressing and squeezing his slight man breasts and pinching his nipples to make him squirm inside her. Donald feels Emma taking him over the mountain. Being tied up, seeing her bound boobs bouncing in from of him as he feels her squeeze his nipples in rhythm with how the sides of her pussy are squeezing against his trussed shaft is overwhelming. He tries his best to delay coming, but he can’t hold back much more. When Emma arches her back and lets out a low animal moan, he knows she is cumming and he shoots all up into her, filling her fully. As she usually does now, Emma does not release him from her hold until the last drop is sucked from him. Only then does she lift herself off him and lay by his side. Donald reaches for some scissors on the nightstand and carefully clips the bindings off Emma’s breasts, unwinding them slowly so she can relax and allow them back to their normal state. He gentle caresses and kisses them as the rose fades from them and they return to their normal wonderful shape. It is only when he is sure that Emma is back down from that cliff he had her on, that he hands her the scissors and asks her to release him. “Be careful where you snip, Emma,” he laughingly tells her. On his back, she leans over him and is so cautious as she pulls the strings a bit away to be able to snip to allow it to be unwound off Donald. She, in turn, caress his shaft and balls, leaning to kiss them tenderly as they lose their red swollenness tenderly. “I think a hot bath is what we need now, Emma, to make us completely relax now,” Donald suggests to her. Emma agrees, and in moments, the steaming bath is drawn, Donald sitting with Emma between his legs, his cock resting against her crack as she leans back against him. He pours warm water over and over on them, taking soaked clothes to lay over Emma’s breasts to keep them warm as they take their time running their fingers up and down each other’s thighs. It is a marvelous way to spend the next hour. When the water starts to cool a little, Donald drains some and add more hot water, so they are submerged in this warm cocoon of wetness. They don’t talk now, just lean and touch together, enjoying these moments of complete contentment in each other’s arms. Once they are rather shriveled from soaking so long, Donald helps Emma from the tub and puts thick fluffy terrycloth robes around them both. Even though the weather is getting much hotter, right now the warmth of the robes feels right. They wander into the living room, Donald fixes them both drinks, and they turn the television on to some mindless program, which they don’t watch as they spend most of their time like two teenagers making out on their parent’s couch. They giggle together as each finds the special spots on each other they discovered on Sunday. Donald does take time from their play to add the thirty-four pearl to Emma’s necklace as they always have. There are not many more to go now. And the ones next to come are all moving her to the finale. Will Donald take her to the complete conclusion, or will he decide he does not want her to end there? This he has been pondering more and more, wafting back and forth over what would be the right thing, for Emma. He is in conflict with himself about this, but at this moment, when she is completely his, and he hers, nothing else really matters. Emma brings him to that state of longing again, and he slowly unties her robe, and lays it to her side, as he lowers her back on the couch. She reaches and unties his robe and pushes it to his sides. Both gaze into each other’s eyes, and they know where they need to be now. Making out and foreplay all are good, but to feel Donald up in her is what Emma constantly craves. She feels his glans run up and down her wet slit preparing himself for her. He leans and kisses her deeply once more as he presses himself into her. She whines with anticipation. Yes, untethered now Donald enters her. The feeling of the strings against her wet cunt was interesting, but she loves to feel Donald’s raw manhood thrusting into her. She can’t imagine another man ever entering her special lust cave but Donald. It had been rather fun doing the chatting and then video talking with those other men, but for the real thing, all she really wants inside her is Donald. Okay, to be honest, the feel of Sasha especially, and Connie, were rather delightful and she might want to try that again. But for men, this one is enough for her. Unless he orders her otherwise. Would she be able to do it to please him? All this runs through Emma’s mind as she gasps and cries out from each of Donald’s plunges into her. And the throbbing and clenching begin again. It amazes her how much fluid springs from her each time she clutches his shaft. Emma has never actually ‘spurted’ as she had read about, but what comes flowing from her every time Donald touches or fucks her in any way is more than enough. Together they are<b> singing </font></b>out their enjoyment with each other, rising, rising, yes there! Both throb and clench and release all their contained juices in and on each other. Donald falls on her and waits for what will come next. He is addicted now to Emma’s after attention to make sure he has fully expelled all his cum into her. As she does, he suddenly finds himself contemplating what it might have been like if Emma and he had met twenty years ago, and him finding himself under her charms. Would they perhaps have had a ? All the sperm he has squirting in her this last month, at that time would have surely made her pregnant. And how would he have felt about it? Suddenly, a wave of sadness washes over him. What a perfect he and Emma would have created. But then he realizes that perhaps it is just as well, as he is not sure he would want to have to consistently share Emma with anyone else. Emma has no idea of the thoughts that are running through Donald’s head, and he will never express them. It is just a passing flash of what might have been. But what they have now, is all that is needed. |
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