E022 Sunday Afternoon
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E022: Sunday Afternoon free porn video
After he recovers from Emma’s astonishing announcement, Donald opens the end table and removes a cloth and wipes all the cum from both of them dripping out of Emma. She then leans forward and cleans his cock of the last fluids. Donald thinks how nice it would be to lick her clean as she does him, but right now is not the proper time for that.
He lifts her Delta of Venus book up from where it was tossed in their frenzy and looks to see how far Emma has gotten. She is on page fifty of the three-hundred-page book. He tells her to get back to her end of the couch now, and she must read to at least page one-hundred before they have lunch.
Emma just nods to him and scurries to her place on the couch and opens the book again. The soft leather of the couch against her bare ass is rather enjoyable as she reads. Reading the stories is getting her hot and bothered, and she hopes she is not dripping onto the leather.
She dares to speak, as she is concerned. “Sir, may I have a towel for under me? I do not want to mess up your couch.”
Donald smiles to himself as he reaches and hands her another cloth to put under her. He knows the Anais Nin stories are very seductive but for her to be dripping so hard is wonderful for him to hear. Emma slides the cloth under her crossed legs. The stories are getting to some inner place in her, arousing her so. She is at page seventy-five already in less than an hour.
It is then that Donald stretches out his legs and his toes are touching her calves.
‘Oh.’
Emma does the same. Hers are over his, each of their feet resting on each other’s thighs. And both, absent-mindedly reach with their free hand and begin to caress each other’s feet.
Pressing against the sole and inner foot and heel, then just mingling their fingers between the toes. It is all so nice.
Emma continues reading, as she sees Donald is. Neither look at each other as this foot caressing continues as they read. About one-thirty Emma has finished the chapter just past page one hundred. She places the book on the coffee table, and something coming over her, she lifts Donald’s foot up and begins to suck his toes.
Where did this desire come from? How can she be doing this now?
Donald, still reading, gasps at what Emma is doing. This woman is sublime. Donald somewhat worries about what he has hatched. Did he go too far, too fast to unleash such primal lust in her that she craves so much now, and moves even beyond it?
Oh, but he is loving the moistness of her mouth on his toes sucking them. He cannot help himself, he lifts her foot to his mouth and begins to suck her toes too.
There are moans coming from both ends of the couch now. Well no, really as both heads are bent over each other, almost side by side, the moans are coming from the middle of the couch.
They go on this way for over a half hour. Neither really reaching a peak, but the sensation of what they are doing is stirring them both. When sucking or not, the pressure each gives to the other’s feet is amazing. And more or less in unison, they both switch feet so one does not feel left out of this treatment. Somewhat both panting after a half hour mark passes, they sit back up and just grin sheepishly at each other.
“Emma, I think we better get some lunch now.”
Donald helps Emma rise off the couch, and as he loves to do, his hand on her ass leads her back to the kitchen.
Which is a surprise to Emma. After breakfast, Donald had left the pans and dishes just by the sink. But now the kitchen is spotless. And Donald really never had the time to do this. Yes, she was in the corner for forty-five minutes, but she had heard him moving around the house then. How is this all happening?
Plus, there is a bowl of salad greens already in a bowl, with a bottle of what looks like home-made dressing beside it. Again, Emma just shakes her head in wonder.
Donald tells her to take her place by her chair, and she quickly assumes her stance. Legs apart, hands behind neck. And she hopes she does not have to confess that she is imagining people walking by seeing her in such a position. ‘Why am I wanting to be on display whenever I am here?’ Emma wonders to herself.
She hears Donald behind her moving around fixing something for their lunch. She is a bit hungry. But if at this moment she would feel his touch on her, all thoughts of food would escape her.
How has she gotten to this point of always being on the cusp of sexual tension? How is it that she is so willing now to want to give herself to this man completely? Yes, he opened her and let her now start to blossom, but why, why, does she feel this need to only be controlled and ready to answer his every need?
It is not long before Donald brings a plate to the table. It is a larger plate, it holds two perfectly cooked grilled cheese sandwiches on each side of this amazing looking salad. The crust is crunchy and so is the rest of the sandwich nicely toasted. The cheese melts out of them. It is cheddar cheese and muster cheese combined.
Donald moves behind her and tells her, “Let me help you take your seat.”
This unexpected rush runs through her and she thinks, ‘Damn if my juices run this hard, I won’t need any lube.’
Donald moves her in front of her chair and reaches to the center of the table. Besides the salt and pepper, and a carafe of olive oil sitting there, he pulls a small glass jar with a glass lid towards them. He lifts the lid, dips his fingers in and covers them. He brings his fingers to grease the plug and Emma’s hole. Feeling it, she realizes it is lube.
‘There will be a jar of lube on the table from now on?’ she wonders.
Somehow the thought of this just sends lighting jolts through her whole body as he positions her on her special chair. Donald covers the jar again and pushes it back to its place on the table until time for the next use.
They eat their lunch and drink some wine slowly. Donald begins for the first time really to talk to her about things. He asks about her the different groups which she is active in and shows interest in what she tells him. He asks her questions about her growing up and life taking care of her parents but does not really tell much about himself. Telling her that would be a story for another time.
She is content just talking together. And feeling the plug pressing up in her.
He asks her how she is enjoying the book? Then her face lights up and glows at him as she goes on and on about different details of the stories and how they impacted her. The ones she allowed herself to imagine herself in the role, and the ones she didn’t really care for.
Donald shares his views of the stories, and even which stir him the most. All in all, it is an enjoyable lunch that lasts over an hour. It is past three in the afternoon when they finish.
Donald takes her off her seat, then turns her, and with his hand on her bare ass, which she is loving the feel of, he leads her to her room and to her bed. He pulls the sheets down to the end of the bed and helps her lay on her back on it. He climbs between her legs and begins to lick and suck her.
It is like he cannot get enough of her, savoring every drop full that comes from her cunt. Emma is moaning and clutching at the sheets with her hands. She tries to reach for his cock, but he is just out of reach for her. She moans with frustration.
Sensing her frustration, and his desire to feel her lips again, he turns himself so his cock is hover over her mouth, and bends from this angle to continue his lip service to her cunt and clit. Emma reaches up and takes his shaft in her hand, and pulls him down to her mouth.
At first, it is just his glans that she sucks on and runs her tongue over and over his slit. Then, at this angle, it is so much easier to bring him deep in her mouth to suck. By the time she has it fully in, the glans is pressing down her throat.
She gasps and sucks, and then presses him away for a few seconds so she can breathe before pulling him back fully into her mouth. She caresses his balls and taint as she does this.
Meanwhile, Donald is licking away up and down her slit. Spending equal time up her vag as flitting across her clit. Both are moaning low in their throats as they do this. There is almost an animal scent coming from them now. The smell of pure and passionate sex.
Emma can taste Donald’s precum and he knows he is moving towards his peak. He lifts off Emma as he also lifts his head from her golden triangle. He swings around and kneels between her legs. He leans and kisses her as they taste their own juices mingling together in the passion of their kiss.
He lifts her legs over his shoulder, and raising himself to be kneeling upright, lifts his cock to her pussy and presses it into her wet, welcoming cunt. Thrusting into her hard, as they both seem to realize this time has to be hard and fast, over and over he repeats. Her cunt starts to throb against him, making him pump harder into her.
Then the first clinch, he moans out loudly at the sensation of it. Banging, banging against Emma, Donald fucks her hard and deep. Her guttural moans in response to each lunge respond to the panting he has started doing.
Minutes later, they both cry out in joy as they cum. Her feeling all his sperm up in her blending with her own juices flowing so rapidly down the river of her cunt.
Somehow, as Donald leans down to kiss her again, he does so love kissing her, she manages to roll over so she is on top of him, his softening prick still up in her, and lays this way with her head on his shoulder. And they both feel it as Emma continues to clutch against his cock, flaccid it might be, but the nerves are so alive as he feels this.
His cum, intermixing with her juices, slowly drip down out of her. Over his cock still in her, covering it, then seeping out running up her slit, some messing in her mons, other dripping down and out of her to moisten both their thighs.
Never could Donald have imagined that such a feeling, the result of the frenzy passion could feel so erotic spreading over them. The student is teaching the teacher as much as the teacher is imparting. This has been a wonderful Sunday.
But now, could it really be after five already?
Donald clears his head and does something he does not want to do. He tells Emma to go take a shower, clean up, and fix her hair and makeup. “Take all the time you need Emma, you are not on a timetable now.”
Emma is a bit disappointed in this statement. First, as he would not be giving her a bath. Second, that the time limits he has been setting, she is starting to enjoy trying to meet. But she does as she is told.
When she goes into the bathroom she is rather surprised again, everything there has been straightened. New towels are on the rack and the shower and sink have been cleaned.
‘Who is doing this? Donald has been with me the whole time since I last used this bathroom. What is going on?’ Emma knows he cannot do magic, but it is rather magical how everything is cleaned and back in pristine shape.
She showers, dries her hair and apply her makeup. Taking her time now to make sure she is doing it like how Donald did the eyeshadow yesterday. She is rather pleased with the results, which shows in her mug smile in the mirror. She opens the bathroom door and returns to the bedroom.
She notices first that again the sheets have been changed, and the bed made up. Someone is doing a whole lot of laundry around here. Her black dress and undies from Friday are laying on the bed, all freshly cleaned too. But what makes her heart stop is that there is an open suitcase on the bed which Donald is packing.
‘What!!?? Is he sending her away today?’ She had thought she would spend the night here, with him hopefully beside her like last night. Tears form in the corners of her eyes, but she stops herself as she does not want to ruin her makeup when Donald hasn’t seen it yet. Time for tears later in her car as she is made to drive home alone.
Donald looks up and sees her and smiles. She has done a wonderful job with the makeup. Completely filling his fantasy of how he wants her to look. To match how he wants her to dress.
He tells Emma to come and sit on the bed next to the suitcase, between it and her black dress.
“Now, Emma I am going to send you home soon, as we both have busy days tomorrow. You will do all you have to as I will. And Tuesday, early day, I will be busy also. But I expect you back here for Tuesday night at four p.m.”
‘Not until Tuesday afternoon? That is almost forty-eight hours, two days, away.’ Emma’s heart melts.
“I have packed an outfit I want you to wear tomorrow and the one for you to wear when you come here Tuesday afternoon. You will quickly be able to figure which is which.”
Emma sees that there is the two outfits, undies, stocking and shoes for two outfits. There is also a make-up bag, the book she has been reading, and a DVD which she cannot see the title of.
“When you are at home Emma, I want you to continue to be nude all the time. I think you are beginning to enjoy being that way. You are to finish your book and watch the DVD for some ideas and enjoyment. You have your phone and I will be in touch some. Do all your meetings and scheduled things tomorrow and Tuesday morning. Wear the outfit and the not so exotic makeup for those.”
He continues, “The second dress is for when you come on Tuesday, and I will send instructions for then. The second makeup bag which is your new makeup to use before you arrive here. You remember the rules for your arrival now? Be sure to follow them.”
He finishes with, “Now let me help you get dressed to go home.”
Emma holds her tears back as best she can. And stands before Donald as he shut her new suitcase. He helps her on with her panties, bra, shoes and then slides the dress over her. She will always favor this dress, the first he gave her.
Donald holds her by her shoulders, looking deep into her eyes.
“Emma, you are going to need to clean your closet and drawers of all you had before. You will be needing room for some of your new things. Plus, I never want you to wear any of those things ever again. You are not that person anymore, nor will you ever go back to that. Bring the empty suitcase back with you on Tuesday. The things I send home for when we are apart will start your new wardrobe at home. Your outfits for me will stay here, you wearing them back to me.”
All Emma can do is just nod to keep from crying.
Donald closes and latches the suitcase, and picks it up. This time he takes Emma by her hand and gently leads her out through the living room to the front door.
Is it only forty-eight hours ago she entered here, so naïve and anxious? These short hours have changed her life forever.
Donald walks her to her car, puts the suitcase in the back seat, and does, out here in public, where anyone can see, pulls her to him and kisses her long and deep, before helping her into her car, and pulling the seat belt over her. Leaning in, he gives her one more kiss and tells her to be a good girl for him until Tuesday.
Again, so emotion filled, she can only nod to him. She lifts her hands and caresses his face before he pulls away and shuts the door. He stands there as she starts her car and pulls out of the drive.
Emma is not a block away before the tears start running down her cheeks. She is having such mixed emotions. How Donald just treated her, and his display of affection out in the drive, she feels a rush run through her about that. But the two-day banishment, she just cries a little more. She knows it is not a banishment, and it will have to happen for them.
And she realizes that some time apart after these crazy two days is probably what is required now. But she is already throbbing with longing from his last touches and caresses, and so much more.
After Emma pulls out, Donald stands in his driveway for a good while. mourning her departure. He too knows they need some time apart, but he longs for what she is bringing out in him too. He craves to make her his submissive slut, but there is just something that she does which makes him wonder who really is in control.
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