Beg Emma to let you come

Tears begin to run down both Emma's face and your's. Hers are from the frustration of being unable to solve this increasingly dangerous problem; your's from the burning longing of being unable to finish.

"Please," you beg, "please order me to come."

Confusion intrudes on the despair on Emma's beautiful face. "What," she exclaims."

"Please," you cry. "Tell me to come."

Doubt creeps into your lover's face. "This isn't a time to joke around," she says.

"I this won't end unless you order me to orgasm," you wearily explain.

Confused, but **** enough to try anything, Emma whispers "I...I command you to... to come."

Immediately after the last word flies from her mouth you finally release the impossible pressure which had been building up in your dick.

Your orgasm was by far the longest and most forceful you had ever had. Semen launches from you as if it was from the end of a fire hose.

Emma cries out, both with alarm and pleasure, as she herself has yet another orgasm.

She rolls off of you onto the cold kitchen floor and looks over at you. Your dick returned to a mostly normal state under her astonished gaze.

"John, tell me what just happened."