Teaching Emma A Lesson Part One
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I was completely torn.
On the one hand I wanted to give Emma the fucking she deserved, needed, wanted. The same fucking she was pleading for earlier. I wanted to plunge my cock into her cunt and sink it deep, making her wince and scream with pleasure.
I also wanted to sink to my knees and lick her exposed pussy and anus from end to end. Tasting her sweetness and basking in the aroma of her sex. Listening to her squirm beneath me as she unleashed the words associated with one of many orgasms from her mouth.
The Master would just fuck her. I wanted to be the Master but I liked all the nice things about Emma. The softness and suppleness of her body, how it moulded to mine, how she could manipulate her body to get the most from every conceivable situation and position.
I sank to my knees, I placed my tongue against her wetness and I let it slide in. I heard Emma moan out loud. My tongue slipped out of her and made its way upwards. Emma moaned louder. I slobbered all over her backside as I drank in the taste and smell of her sexual excitement. I could feel her tense and relax her body in unison to my oral probing.
Emma kept her bum firmly in the air. She rested on her outstretched arms with her head pointing downwards. I pulled away from her pussy with one last swipe of my tongue. I leaned back on my haunches and marvelled at her posture and stillness. I saw a bead of fluid appear on the edge of her pussy lips. It grew in size and then dripped onto the bed. I watched for a second one, but it took far too long to appear.
I stood up and slipped a digit into her pussy. Emma was more than ready for me. More than ready for my pulsing and aching cock. I wiggled it about for good measure but all it did was make a sloshy sound which made me giggle.
Emma’s breathing was remarkably controlled. Her whole body rose and fell in a calming and relaxing fashion.
I couldn’t help myself.
Her position was too vulnerable, her whole demeanour, too calm and controlled. My hand came down on her bum with an almighty resounding smack.
Emma shrieked. She certainly wasn’t expecting that, as she fell forward onto the bed with the force of my hand. I was expecting her to turn around and give me some verbal abuse. I was surprised, but after she stopped panting hard, she merely pushed herself back into position making sure the rope was taught around her neck.
Emma changed her position slightly to provide more stability, her knees more forward and her backside more vulnerable than it had been before. My hand struck the other cheek with as much enthusiasm and energy as the first.
Emma let out a quick scream this time, but held her position firm. She pulled her head backwards as she panted causing the rope to tighten. Emma coughed, swallowed hard and assumed her position, ready for more of the same.
I could see my hand prints on her backside, red and raw. The pleasure it gave me was astounding. The excitement was out of this world. My cock twitched, bounced and hardened with every smack that I dished out. I couldn’t believe how this dominating act could provide so much pleasure to me. It was so utterly exhilarating to spank someone like that. I wondered whether Emma was getting as much from it as I was. What I found more pleasing and exciting was that Emma wanted me to. She could have easily objected to it, but here she was, presenting her bottom to me for more.
I stared at her reddening bum for ages. I was turned on like never before.
I placed the palm of my hand on her bum and smoothed it over. I felt the heat through my skin, and I could see her pussy, dripping onto the bedclothes. I have never seen Emma in this state in my life, and I liked it. No, I loved it. This was heaven.
My hand came down twice more, once on each cheek, not as hard as the first two but they both caused Emma to cry out.
I eventually started to get worried that the neighbours may soon be knocking down the door demanding to know what was going on. I had visions of police cars and officers forcing entry and arresting me for domestic abuse and rescuing Emma from the attempted strangulation caused by the rope around her neck.
Yet, I couldn’t just stop this wonderful feeling.
One more smack on Emma’s bum. Emma let out one long cry. Even I felt that one. Emma started to sob into the bedclothes as she slumped forward, her hands outstretched.
I pulled Emma backwards and upwards until the rope stopped her from moving. I was more than hot for her and decided the time was right. I pushed my cock into her dripping wet cunt and started to fuck her.
From the moment my cock entered Emma, she started moaning and groaning. She mumbled expletives almost constantly. I wanted to give her everything she craved, everything she needed, everything she pleaded for before I went to the pub.
I held her hips as still as I could and I fucked her.
Emma was squirming below me, her head tossed from side to side, as she changed her position every few seconds. I thought she would have cum hard by now, it never usually took her this long to reach orgasm.
Emma lifted her head and shouted into the room, “Please master, may I cum?”
Once more she surprised me with her question. I couldn’t believe that Emma was holding back. I actually couldn’t believe that she could hold back. She had never done this in the past. Once Emma was on the verge, she usually threw herself over, head first. Her words reverberated through my brain.
“Wait,” I told her.
I don’t know why, it just came out. For some reason she had asked for release and I had to deny her. It was an automatic response.
Emma squirmed below me. I heard her sob into the bedclothes as she clenched at them with all her might and bunched them up into her mouth. She must have been more than close. I reckon, under normal circumstances, this would have been Emma’s third orgasm. But here she was, holding on to my words. Denying herself release because of me, because of what I said.
I pushed my cock into her really hard, not letting up for one minute. I was determined to see if she could hold on. In all honesty, I wasn’t so sure that I could hold on much longer. Especially the way this whole situation was playing out. Emma’s actions and compliance was one thing, but her readiness to accept that only I could let her cum was more than a turn on.
I couldn’t see her suffer anymore, “Emma, you may cum.”
With a few more thrusts I heard Emma cry out into the room, the expletives she uttered were absolutely necessary as her very essence released all the pent up pleasure, all at once. Emma screamed, bucked, fucked backwards on my cock, slapped the bed with her hands and nearly strangled herself on the rope as she yanked her head backwards in the throes of orgasm.
I pulled out the second she took herself over the edge. I panted hard and stared at my cock, willing it to calm down and recover. The words “please don’t spurt” were repeated time and again in my head.
Emma on the other hand was tossing on the bed in the throes of orgasm, her body spent with the exhaustion of holding back for so long. Her bodily fluids had thoroughly wet the bed.
I looked on in amazement as Emma, slowly but surely, started to recovered.
Then it dawned on me. There was only one thing left to do and it had me growling beneath my breath. I couldn’t stop the guttural sounds from escaping.
I reached out to pull Emma upwards, back on all fours. She was panting heavily but she pushed her body upwards and presented her bum to me once more. I cupped her sex with my hand, only to gather as much of her leaking juices as I could and spread them onto my cock.
I kissed her anus as I prepared my cock. As I stood up, I pushed a finger into her anus. I felt Emma stiffen, her head rose upwards and she stared down the length of rope connecting her to the headboard. A soft sound left her mouth; the sound of realisation. I knew what was coming and at that moment I think Emma did too.
I slipped my cock into her pussy for good measure, my finger still in her arse. I removed both of them and eventually, after some deliberation, I aimed my cock at that secret hole that she had kept from me for so long. I pushed forward, gently at first, allowing Emma to get used to the bulbous head as it forged forwards.
I felt Emma stiffen once more, and then she relaxed. I saw her rest her body onto her arms and slide her bum backwards towards me. The head of my cock slipped inside in one easy go. Emma pushed herself up onto her arms and waited.
I couldn’t believe my cock had got this far. I looked down at it, the head fully inside her anus and the rest of it waiting to fuck her. Emma was waiting to be fucked as well. I wasn’t about to disappoint either of us.
I once more grabbed her slim waist and pulled her back towards me as I pushed forward. My cock slowly entered her. I loved watching it disappear inside her. It was so naughty, so erotic in a way, so very taboo, and for the second time that night I felt a rush of excitement build in me.
Emma was tight, too tight. By the time my balls had reached her bum I was feeling the effect. It wasn’t just the thought of what I was doing, though, that had a lot to do with it. No, Emma was tensing her muscles as I entered her. The feeling was out of this world.
I retracted my cock and pushed it back in, harder and faster with every stroke. I eventually leaned forward and grabbed a good handful of Emma’s hair pulling her backwards towards me as I fucked forward, not caring one bit about the rope around her neck.
Emma was the first to speak, “Yes, yes, yes,” she panted with every thrust, “fuck me…” with an afterthought she added, “master.”
I fucked her hard after that. In my head she had given me more than enough permission to take her anal cherry. I marvelled at the sight of my cock appearing and disappearing into her bum. Emma came suddenly and violently. Her hands were outstretched in front of her and she slowly placed them behind her head. My hand, holding her hair, was the only thing stopping her from falling onto the bed. I could see the rope pulling tight around her neck. I was concerned for her safety but the intense feeling and emotion I was getting would not let me end this until I was satisfied.
“Tell me what’s going through your head, Emma?”
“I love it, it’s fucking wonderful. You’re cock feels so hard and powerful. I fucking love this.”
Her throaty words were all I needed. I came as my mind registered those last four words.
As I spurted, I started to relax my grip on her hair. Emma quickly placed her hands on the bed to support her and I pulled out of her arse, my cock still spurting over her backside. Emma flopped forwards onto the bed.
I pushed Emma up the bed and onto her side. I nuzzled into her from behind. My cock twitching as it touched her bum once more. I loosened the cord around her neck, though I was surprised to find that it wasn’t that tight at all.
“What’s with the website?” I asked.
“You need to buy me some different clothes,” she retorted. “I’ve found quite a number that I like. Oh! and we need more rope, far more than this. Oh! And we need the clothes by next week.”
I shook my head as Emma completely ignored my original question, “Next week? Why next week?”
“We’re going somewhere. Don’t worry, you’re gonna love it.”
“Hey! Whose in charge here!”
“Huh, huh,” Emma giggled and bit her lip.
I kissed the back of her neck and buried my cock in her cunt for the second time that night.
Emma groaned with pleasure, “Now fuck me, you bastard!” She exclaimed.
The Emma I knew was back, but I seriously hoped that the other Emma I had just found was coming out to play far more often.
On the one hand I wanted to give Emma the fucking she deserved, needed, wanted. The same fucking she was pleading for earlier. I wanted to plunge my cock into her cunt and sink it deep, making her wince and scream with pleasure.
I also wanted to sink to my knees and lick her exposed pussy and anus from end to end. Tasting her sweetness and basking in the aroma of her sex. Listening to her squirm beneath me as she unleashed the words associated with one of many orgasms from her mouth.
The Master would just fuck her. I wanted to be the Master but I liked all the nice things about Emma. The softness and suppleness of her body, how it moulded to mine, how she could manipulate her body to get the most from every conceivable situation and position.
I sank to my knees, I placed my tongue against her wetness and I let it slide in. I heard Emma moan out loud. My tongue slipped out of her and made its way upwards. Emma moaned louder. I slobbered all over her backside as I drank in the taste and smell of her sexual excitement. I could feel her tense and relax her body in unison to my oral probing.
Emma kept her bum firmly in the air. She rested on her outstretched arms with her head pointing downwards. I pulled away from her pussy with one last swipe of my tongue. I leaned back on my haunches and marvelled at her posture and stillness. I saw a bead of fluid appear on the edge of her pussy lips. It grew in size and then dripped onto the bed. I watched for a second one, but it took far too long to appear.
I stood up and slipped a digit into her pussy. Emma was more than ready for me. More than ready for my pulsing and aching cock. I wiggled it about for good measure but all it did was make a sloshy sound which made me giggle.
Emma’s breathing was remarkably controlled. Her whole body rose and fell in a calming and relaxing fashion.
I couldn’t help myself.
Her position was too vulnerable, her whole demeanour, too calm and controlled. My hand came down on her bum with an almighty resounding smack.
Emma shrieked. She certainly wasn’t expecting that, as she fell forward onto the bed with the force of my hand. I was expecting her to turn around and give me some verbal abuse. I was surprised, but after she stopped panting hard, she merely pushed herself back into position making sure the rope was taught around her neck.
Emma changed her position slightly to provide more stability, her knees more forward and her backside more vulnerable than it had been before. My hand struck the other cheek with as much enthusiasm and energy as the first.
Emma let out a quick scream this time, but held her position firm. She pulled her head backwards as she panted causing the rope to tighten. Emma coughed, swallowed hard and assumed her position, ready for more of the same.
I could see my hand prints on her backside, red and raw. The pleasure it gave me was astounding. The excitement was out of this world. My cock twitched, bounced and hardened with every smack that I dished out. I couldn’t believe how this dominating act could provide so much pleasure to me. It was so utterly exhilarating to spank someone like that. I wondered whether Emma was getting as much from it as I was. What I found more pleasing and exciting was that Emma wanted me to. She could have easily objected to it, but here she was, presenting her bottom to me for more.
I stared at her reddening bum for ages. I was turned on like never before.
I placed the palm of my hand on her bum and smoothed it over. I felt the heat through my skin, and I could see her pussy, dripping onto the bedclothes. I have never seen Emma in this state in my life, and I liked it. No, I loved it. This was heaven.
My hand came down twice more, once on each cheek, not as hard as the first two but they both caused Emma to cry out.
I eventually started to get worried that the neighbours may soon be knocking down the door demanding to know what was going on. I had visions of police cars and officers forcing entry and arresting me for domestic abuse and rescuing Emma from the attempted strangulation caused by the rope around her neck.
Yet, I couldn’t just stop this wonderful feeling.
One more smack on Emma’s bum. Emma let out one long cry. Even I felt that one. Emma started to sob into the bedclothes as she slumped forward, her hands outstretched.
I pulled Emma backwards and upwards until the rope stopped her from moving. I was more than hot for her and decided the time was right. I pushed my cock into her dripping wet cunt and started to fuck her.
From the moment my cock entered Emma, she started moaning and groaning. She mumbled expletives almost constantly. I wanted to give her everything she craved, everything she needed, everything she pleaded for before I went to the pub.
I held her hips as still as I could and I fucked her.
Emma was squirming below me, her head tossed from side to side, as she changed her position every few seconds. I thought she would have cum hard by now, it never usually took her this long to reach orgasm.
Emma lifted her head and shouted into the room, “Please master, may I cum?”
Once more she surprised me with her question. I couldn’t believe that Emma was holding back. I actually couldn’t believe that she could hold back. She had never done this in the past. Once Emma was on the verge, she usually threw herself over, head first. Her words reverberated through my brain.
“Wait,” I told her.
I don’t know why, it just came out. For some reason she had asked for release and I had to deny her. It was an automatic response.
Emma squirmed below me. I heard her sob into the bedclothes as she clenched at them with all her might and bunched them up into her mouth. She must have been more than close. I reckon, under normal circumstances, this would have been Emma’s third orgasm. But here she was, holding on to my words. Denying herself release because of me, because of what I said.
I pushed my cock into her really hard, not letting up for one minute. I was determined to see if she could hold on. In all honesty, I wasn’t so sure that I could hold on much longer. Especially the way this whole situation was playing out. Emma’s actions and compliance was one thing, but her readiness to accept that only I could let her cum was more than a turn on.
I couldn’t see her suffer anymore, “Emma, you may cum.”
With a few more thrusts I heard Emma cry out into the room, the expletives she uttered were absolutely necessary as her very essence released all the pent up pleasure, all at once. Emma screamed, bucked, fucked backwards on my cock, slapped the bed with her hands and nearly strangled herself on the rope as she yanked her head backwards in the throes of orgasm.
I pulled out the second she took herself over the edge. I panted hard and stared at my cock, willing it to calm down and recover. The words “please don’t spurt” were repeated time and again in my head.
Emma on the other hand was tossing on the bed in the throes of orgasm, her body spent with the exhaustion of holding back for so long. Her bodily fluids had thoroughly wet the bed.
I looked on in amazement as Emma, slowly but surely, started to recovered.
Then it dawned on me. There was only one thing left to do and it had me growling beneath my breath. I couldn’t stop the guttural sounds from escaping.
I reached out to pull Emma upwards, back on all fours. She was panting heavily but she pushed her body upwards and presented her bum to me once more. I cupped her sex with my hand, only to gather as much of her leaking juices as I could and spread them onto my cock.
I kissed her anus as I prepared my cock. As I stood up, I pushed a finger into her anus. I felt Emma stiffen, her head rose upwards and she stared down the length of rope connecting her to the headboard. A soft sound left her mouth; the sound of realisation. I knew what was coming and at that moment I think Emma did too.
I slipped my cock into her pussy for good measure, my finger still in her arse. I removed both of them and eventually, after some deliberation, I aimed my cock at that secret hole that she had kept from me for so long. I pushed forward, gently at first, allowing Emma to get used to the bulbous head as it forged forwards.
I felt Emma stiffen once more, and then she relaxed. I saw her rest her body onto her arms and slide her bum backwards towards me. The head of my cock slipped inside in one easy go. Emma pushed herself up onto her arms and waited.
I couldn’t believe my cock had got this far. I looked down at it, the head fully inside her anus and the rest of it waiting to fuck her. Emma was waiting to be fucked as well. I wasn’t about to disappoint either of us.
I once more grabbed her slim waist and pulled her back towards me as I pushed forward. My cock slowly entered her. I loved watching it disappear inside her. It was so naughty, so erotic in a way, so very taboo, and for the second time that night I felt a rush of excitement build in me.
Emma was tight, too tight. By the time my balls had reached her bum I was feeling the effect. It wasn’t just the thought of what I was doing, though, that had a lot to do with it. No, Emma was tensing her muscles as I entered her. The feeling was out of this world.
I retracted my cock and pushed it back in, harder and faster with every stroke. I eventually leaned forward and grabbed a good handful of Emma’s hair pulling her backwards towards me as I fucked forward, not caring one bit about the rope around her neck.
Emma was the first to speak, “Yes, yes, yes,” she panted with every thrust, “fuck me…” with an afterthought she added, “master.”
I fucked her hard after that. In my head she had given me more than enough permission to take her anal cherry. I marvelled at the sight of my cock appearing and disappearing into her bum. Emma came suddenly and violently. Her hands were outstretched in front of her and she slowly placed them behind her head. My hand, holding her hair, was the only thing stopping her from falling onto the bed. I could see the rope pulling tight around her neck. I was concerned for her safety but the intense feeling and emotion I was getting would not let me end this until I was satisfied.
“Tell me what’s going through your head, Emma?”
“I love it, it’s fucking wonderful. You’re cock feels so hard and powerful. I fucking love this.”
Her throaty words were all I needed. I came as my mind registered those last four words.
As I spurted, I started to relax my grip on her hair. Emma quickly placed her hands on the bed to support her and I pulled out of her arse, my cock still spurting over her backside. Emma flopped forwards onto the bed.
I pushed Emma up the bed and onto her side. I nuzzled into her from behind. My cock twitching as it touched her bum once more. I loosened the cord around her neck, though I was surprised to find that it wasn’t that tight at all.
“What’s with the website?” I asked.
“You need to buy me some different clothes,” she retorted. “I’ve found quite a number that I like. Oh! and we need more rope, far more than this. Oh! And we need the clothes by next week.”
I shook my head as Emma completely ignored my original question, “Next week? Why next week?”
“We’re going somewhere. Don’t worry, you’re gonna love it.”
“Hey! Whose in charge here!”
“Huh, huh,” Emma giggled and bit her lip.
I kissed the back of her neck and buried my cock in her cunt for the second time that night.
Emma groaned with pleasure, “Now fuck me, you bastard!” She exclaimed.
The Emma I knew was back, but I seriously hoped that the other Emma I had just found was coming out to play far more often.
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