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E017: Pearl Seven

Emma earns her pearls now as she masters each lesson she is taught.

Donald has Emma stand before him, between his legs now.  His fingers run back and forth over her soft, closely clipped mons.  It feels so nice.  Then he runs his hands up and down her thighs, first the outside down from her hips, then up over the front, then down the back of them.  Finally, up her inner thighs to almost her crotch, but not quite.  Both hands moving in unison. 

He makes his touch light.  Emma sighs deeply over his touch.  As he continues this caressing dance over her thighs a few more times, he presses his face close to her.  His nose rubs back and forth over her mons.  Taking in the heady scent of her juices that are so glimmering on her slit.

He stops now, and stands before her, lifting her arms over her head.  He leans to her right armpit, which is waxed so clean and sniffs there, and then runs his tongue up and down the smooth surface.  And then the same with the left side.

Emma’s scent is so intoxicating for him.

He moves his fingers to her vag and hooks them in her.  And it is this way that he turns and leads her to his large kitchen and the table sitting in front of a large bay window.  Emma hesitates a little as she sees that the window looks out at the front of the house.  She is nude.  Can people see her?

Donald feels her hesitation and just pulls her to stand by one of the chairs so she is facing out to the street.  Donald chuckles soundlessly to himself.  Yes, let Emma worry that people going by can see her.  The truth is the windows are tinted on the outside so no one can see in, but for Emma to ponder that she is on full display will be good for her.

Especially for what he has planned for her next.  Yes, there will be something more as they wait for lunch to heat.

He leaves her standing this way as he goes and puts something in the oven.  Emma, after being placed at the table, immediately raises her hand to the back of her neck and spreads her legs apart.  It is like she is willing to be on display, if that is what Donald wants from her.  And he is naked right now too, she thinks, so he will be on display too.

She hears him move around fixing things, taking things from the refrigerator and cupboards.  She dares not turn to watch.

Donald finishes getting things started for the meal, but Emma needs some attention while it heats.  He puts on latex gloves and picks up a bottle of lubricant and comes and stand beside her.

“Emma, we have about forty-five minutes while our lunch heats up.  I think we should use this time for you to start to prepare yourself, and get used to something else. Bend at your waist over the table.  You can grip onto the far side.  You will probably need to.  Now spread your legs a bit more apart.  That is good.”

Emma feels Donald’s latex fingers spread her thighs and gasps a little from the soft feel of them.  Bent over, legs spread wide, she feels the gloved fingers of his one hand spread her ass cheeks apart.  And then the cool, wetness, of the lubricant being dripped up and down her crack.

She tenses a little as she realizes what is going to happen.  She is unsure about this.  But if Donald feels that this is what she must learn next, she will comply.

She feels him run his fingers up and down her crack, rubbing the lube into her.  Then his fingers now covered well with the lube, begin to circle her anus.  Ringing around it again and again, then starting with his index finger to press against her, and begin to enter her there.  She let out a moan, not really of contentment right now.

“Shh, baby.  Be a good girl for me.  Make me proud of you.  You can do this.”

Those sweet-sounding words from Donald do so much to Emma.  She presses herself back into his finger and feels it enter about an inch.  It hurts some as he is right at her sphincter now, he just holds himself there and tells her to relax some. 

She breathes deeply a couple of times, and he feels her unclench him and he presses in further.  His finger is almost all the way in, and he wiggles it some so she can feel it.  Now her sighs and moans take on those of when she is receiving something pleasurable.

She almost is disappointed when she feels Donald remove his finger, but a moment later, after applying some more lube, she feels two of his fingers, his middle and ring finger press up into her.  And now they dance back and forth, she feels herself being stretched a little.

She really should be hating all of this, but it does feel so good.  And then Donald does something that makes things move to an even higher level. 

He takes his other hand and stick three fingers up her vag and begins to twist and turn them there.  Then pressing them and the fingers up her back hole together and apart.  And if that is not enough which starts her howling, gripping the table hard to hold on, he takes his thumb and begins rubbing her clit. 

This is more than she can take.  She screams out as she cums.  This is so wonderful.  Her breasts and stomach press against the highly sheened maple table, holding on to the other side, stretching her body to be able to grab on. 

Her cunt and ass are thrust in and out of while her clit is polished and hardened by Donald’s hands.  He is standing so close to her as he does this that she can feel his hard cock against her thigh.  She gives way and cums a second time in minutes of the first. 

She is panting hard, she is gleaming with perspiration flowing from her from the exertion.  Donald sees how on edge she is and knows a third climax is close at hand, so he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of her, each time trying to press further up into her.  

Emma’s final scream fills the room. Her body is shaking so hard, and both her ass and cunt are clutching at his fingers and her back arches up, and she pushes back hard into his fingers.  She stays that way for almost a minute until she collapses on the table.

Donald slowly removes his fingers from her.  He removes the gloves, and brings a towel and wipes her back, patting it, telling her what an excellent job she did.  Coming to herself again, Emma looks out and sees people standing chatting in front of the house.

‘Good Lord, had they seen all of this?’  Emma drops her head into her arms and begins to sob.  Donald, not comprehending what is wrong rubs her back as he asks her to tell him what is wrong.  Has he pushed to too far, too fast?  He is truly concerned.

Emma manages to raise herself for the table, points out the window and falls into his arms sobbing.  She just mumbles over and over she is sorry, but if they saw her that way, in that moment and type of passion, "oh, oh."

Donald wraps her in his arms kissing and stroking her head and tells her not to worry.  “They can’t see in the window at all, honey. It is tinted.  Do you think I would walk around naked here if anyone could see in?” 

She is still sobbing, but calms as he comforts her.  Finally, she recovers and pulls a little away from him and gives him a small smile.

“Sir, I am sorry I overreacted so. It was just I was in such a state and then seeing them there, I was overwhelmed.  Punish me how you see fit.”  She hangs her head in shame.

Donald lifts her chin and kisses her nose.  That simple act sends electric currents through her already primed body.

“Emma, do not worry, that is not a punishable offense.  It is understandable when you become besieged with feelings after you have just cum so hard and so much in such a fleeting time.  Now stand here and compose yourself while I get our food.”

He brings plates of quiche and salad to the table along with a bottle of wine and two glasses.  Then he pulls out Emma’s chair for her, and she sees something attached to the seat.  She stares at Donald, somewhat understanding what it is, but somewhat confused.

“Emma, you have done so well with the finger play, I think it is time for you to start to experience plugs also.  I will help you sit on it, and you will feel it up in you as we eat.  It will help you to get used to such play more and more.”

Wide-eyed, Emma just nods her acceptance of this.

Donald puts some lube on the tube and rubs more on her hole.  He more or less lifts her and presses her down on the butt plug that is suctioned to the chair.  It is larger than his two fingers, but he takes it slow to get her situated on it properly.  It presses all the way up in her, her bare ass cheeks on the smooth surface of the chair. Donald pushes her chair into the table.

“This is how you will eat all of your meals at this table, Emma.  I want you to practice being able to handle larger ones in time.  It is all very important for you.  Now eat your lunch like a good girl.”

Emma lifts her fork and begins to eat, but part of her misses how he had fed her breakfast this morning.  She squirms a little as the plug presses up in her, but when Donald tells her if she squirms too much she would be punished for that, so she relaxes and just sits properly through the meal.

When the meal finishes and Donald drinks the last sip of his wine, he once more undoes Emma’s necklace, and the now customary ceremony of her holding the end in her mouth as on more pearl is added to the collar, before being put back on her.  Her seventh pearl earned in less than twenty hours.

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Copyright © 2018, Cammi Cutter.

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