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going to survive a half hour, and if she could have thought, she would have felt sorry for her friend, but she could think of nothing but her own predicament.
“Oh please, oh please, Master Eric,” she begged, and she got a couple of swats on her bottom for her pains and a wicked chuckle.
“Naughty little girls have to pay the price and wait for their pleasure,” he said. He was enjoying this so much, and she was going to kill him.
Alexander said something about seeing what his uncle had in the playroom. He soon came back, and then Eric’s mouth was replaced by a glass dildo that had been in the fridge, and the cold glass fucking her cunt was amazing. The cold at first was extreme and she did not like it at all. She rose on tiptoe, trying in vain to avoid it. She was tethered. There was no escape. She screamed at him to stop. It was too cold, but the bugger just chuckled and kept on fucking her with it. The dildo gradually warmed up as it was pushed in and out, slowly at first then with increasing speed. Emma heard Fiona moan, and that increased her arousal as she herself panted and moaned and tried to squirm away from the cold dildo. Eric held her firmly. He left the dildo inside her and told her not to let it fall out. Then he kissed and licked his way from her bottom, over her back, and up to her neck. She was hot, in spite of the cold dildo, and panting to come, moaning and begging for release although he returned to fuck the dildo in and out and over her G-spot. He brought her close but never let her go over the edge, leaving her panting and moaning. She was going to kill him for this when he let her get up.
“Oh, God, oh, please, Master Eric. Please make me come. I can’t stand any more.”
But still he did not let her come. He kept up the erotic torture for the full half hour, and then he reached around and fondled her pussy. She squirmed and moaned, and he rubbed his large thumb over her clit until at last she felt the tingles in her fingers and toes. A wave of pleasure, the like of which she’d never felt before, swelled and swelled until it swept her away and she screamed his name. She saw him smile as he continued to watch her, and he stimulated her clit, pinching the little pearl between thumb and forefinger until she rode out another deep orgasm. Then he released her and held her against his chest and petted her, rubbing her back in small circles, kissing and nibbling at her neck. He was well aware that she loved the aftercare, and he was always careful to prolong it, and she loved him for it.
She could hardly walk, and she was glad he was there to help her indoors and upstairs to the bathroom. She sat on a stool and watched as, with a smug smile on his face, he ran a bath and shook lavender crystals into the hot water. Then he helped her into the bath and bathed her gently, paying careful attention to her breasts and pussy. When he finished bathing her he helped her out of the bath and dried her off. He took her back downstairs and settled her on the sofa.
“Drink this cup of tea, kitten. You need the fluids,” he said, handing her a steaming cup of tea, with two of her favourite chocolate, digestive biscuits.
He sat beside her on the sofa, with his own cup of tea in his hand. He put his other arm around her shoulders. As they slowly sipped the hot tea, his hand caressed her nape, his fingers tangling in her hair.
“You are so beautiful, my little kitten,” he murmured in her ear. “You were wonderful out there in the garden. Did you enjoy your erotic torture?”
She squirmed in embarrassment. She had been so wet, and she had begged for her release.
“Well maybe next time you will lose and get the full hour, like Fiona.”
She looked at him then and saw he was smiling. He had made her come like she had never imagined anyone could. He could call it torture if he wanted, but if that was torture, she’d be happy to undergo another session any time he liked.
“Yes, Master Eric. I did
“Oh please, oh please, Master Eric,” she begged, and she got a couple of swats on her bottom for her pains and a wicked chuckle.
“Naughty little girls have to pay the price and wait for their pleasure,” he said. He was enjoying this so much, and she was going to kill him.
Alexander said something about seeing what his uncle had in the playroom. He soon came back, and then Eric’s mouth was replaced by a glass dildo that had been in the fridge, and the cold glass fucking her cunt was amazing. The cold at first was extreme and she did not like it at all. She rose on tiptoe, trying in vain to avoid it. She was tethered. There was no escape. She screamed at him to stop. It was too cold, but the bugger just chuckled and kept on fucking her with it. The dildo gradually warmed up as it was pushed in and out, slowly at first then with increasing speed. Emma heard Fiona moan, and that increased her arousal as she herself panted and moaned and tried to squirm away from the cold dildo. Eric held her firmly. He left the dildo inside her and told her not to let it fall out. Then he kissed and licked his way from her bottom, over her back, and up to her neck. She was hot, in spite of the cold dildo, and panting to come, moaning and begging for release although he returned to fuck the dildo in and out and over her G-spot. He brought her close but never let her go over the edge, leaving her panting and moaning. She was going to kill him for this when he let her get up.
“Oh, God, oh, please, Master Eric. Please make me come. I can’t stand any more.”
But still he did not let her come. He kept up the erotic torture for the full half hour, and then he reached around and fondled her pussy. She squirmed and moaned, and he rubbed his large thumb over her clit until at last she felt the tingles in her fingers and toes. A wave of pleasure, the like of which she’d never felt before, swelled and swelled until it swept her away and she screamed his name. She saw him smile as he continued to watch her, and he stimulated her clit, pinching the little pearl between thumb and forefinger until she rode out another deep orgasm. Then he released her and held her against his chest and petted her, rubbing her back in small circles, kissing and nibbling at her neck. He was well aware that she loved the aftercare, and he was always careful to prolong it, and she loved him for it.
She could hardly walk, and she was glad he was there to help her indoors and upstairs to the bathroom. She sat on a stool and watched as, with a smug smile on his face, he ran a bath and shook lavender crystals into the hot water. Then he helped her into the bath and bathed her gently, paying careful attention to her breasts and pussy. When he finished bathing her he helped her out of the bath and dried her off. He took her back downstairs and settled her on the sofa.
“Drink this cup of tea, kitten. You need the fluids,” he said, handing her a steaming cup of tea, with two of her favourite chocolate, digestive biscuits.
He sat beside her on the sofa, with his own cup of tea in his hand. He put his other arm around her shoulders. As they slowly sipped the hot tea, his hand caressed her nape, his fingers tangling in her hair.
“You are so beautiful, my little kitten,” he murmured in her ear. “You were wonderful out there in the garden. Did you enjoy your erotic torture?”
She squirmed in embarrassment. She had been so wet, and she had begged for her release.
“Well maybe next time you will lose and get the full hour, like Fiona.”
She looked at him then and saw he was smiling. He had made her come like she had never imagined anyone could. He could call it torture if he wanted, but if that was torture, she’d be happy to undergo another session any time he liked.
“Yes, Master Eric. I did
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