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The driver was gone. Silence filled the house again. Kevin sat slumped on the sofa, cock still straining painfully, precum smeared across his belly. His chest heaved, his face red.

Emma drifted past him slowly, barefoot on the wood floor, her body bare but for the black bra that framed her breasts and the sheer nylons clinging to her thighs. The scent of sex still clung to her skin. She looked like she had just stepped out of one of those videos she’d studied all night.

“Still hard?” she asked sweetly, her voice a cruel taunt. She leaned forward so her breasts almost spilled free of the bra, her nipples brushing the thin mesh. “Of course you are. Pathetic.”

Kevin whimpered, trying not to touch himself.

Emma disappeared into the bedroom and came back with a small satin bag. She let it fall onto the coffee table with a dull thud, then unzipped it slowly. “Do you know what Lady Sonia really teaches, Kevin?” she purred, eyes locked on his. “That control is everything. And I hold it all.”

From the bag she produced a wand vibrator, its head thick and white. Then a slim, glass dildo. Then a pair of gleaming silver nipple clamps that rattled as she set them down.

Kevin’s eyes widened, his breathing ragged.

Emma unclipped her bra and let it fall away. Her breasts bounced free, heavy, swollen, her nipples already hard. She snapped the clamps onto each one, gasping at the sharp sting, then sighed in pleasure.

Kevin groaned, his cock twitching desperately.

“Hands off,” she barked when his fingers inched toward his shaft. He froze, trembling.

Emma switched on the wand, pressed it against her clit through the sheer nylon, and moaned, long, deliberate, a sound designed to shred Kevin’s will. She pulled the nylons down slowly, baring herself completely, then slid the glass dildo inside with a slick push.

She thrust it with measured control, the wand buzzing against her clit, her body jerking with each wave of pleasure. “See this? This is what a woman needs. Real men. Real toys. Not your tiny little cock.”

Kevin shook, precum dripping, his whole body trembling on the edge.

When she finally pulled the dildo out, glistening, she held it up to him. “Open,” she ordered.

His eyes widened. “Please…”

“Open.”

Kevin obeyed. She slid it across his lips, pushing it between them until he gagged. His cock twitched violently.

She pulled it back, smeared it across his cheek, and laughed low. “Pathetic pornoholic. You’ll do whatever I say.”

“Auntie Em… please… I can’t…” Kevin’s voice cracked.

Emma’s smile turned wicked. “Fine. I’ll give you what you’ve been begging for. But you’ll do it my way.”

She straddled his chest, her wet pussy hovering over his face, the wand buzzing in her hand. “You’ll lick. You’ll jerk yourself. And if I cum before you do” she leaned closer, her breath hot on his ear, “you don’t get to finish at all.”

Kevin whimpered and nodded. She lowered herself onto his mouth, smothering him with her wetness. He licked frantically, gasping, while his hand flew desperately at his cock.

Emma ground down harder, moaning as the wand pulsed against her clit. “Good boy… don’t stop… make me cum.”

Her orgasm hit first hard, sharp, her thighs clamping his head as she cried out. Kevin screamed into her pussy, his body jerking violently as his cock erupted, spilling across his belly and chest in thick spurts.

When she finally pulled away, she stood tall, unclipping the clamps with a hiss, her nipples swollen and red. She looked down at him, his face wet with her cum, his chest a sticky mess.

“Look at you,” she said coldly. “Covered in filth. A useless little boy. And don’t forget this, you only came because I allowed it.”

Kevin lay there, spent, humiliated, his eyes glazed.

Emma turned and walked away, her ass bare, nylons still clinging to her legs, her body glowing with power.

“This,” she called over her shoulder, “is only the beginning.”