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Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll novel Chapter 57

Summary for Chapter 57: Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll

Chapter Summary: Chapter 57 – Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll by FearGod Prince

In Chapter 57, a key moment in the Internet novel Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll, FearGod Prince delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.

After placing the CD in the drive and closing the door I waited a moment to see what would happen, nothing did. I clicked around the screen until I found the directory of the CD; it contained only one entry entitled "video.mpg" A video? I asked myself thinking that that was a strange thing but decided to double click it and see what happened. After a couple of second, Raylene appeared on my computer screen and she was saying something but I had the speakers turned off. I had to hunt around to find the speaker with the volume control and turned it up a little.

"this is what I came up with." She was saying and it sounded as though she had finished whatever she had been saying. I hit the stop button and restarted the video.

"I just wanted to thank you for your help yesterday and also for your assistance in getting me this job. I know you will deny helping me get the job, but I know that it was because of you that I have it and it gives me the time to study that I needed. Anyway, this is what I came up with." She smiled and then the camera zoomed back from her face and I could tell that she was holding a remote control for the camera. It must have been in her bedroom, as she was lying on a bed with a baby blue comforter. The surroundings that I could see had a definite feminine quality to them and there was an antique wooden dresser beside her bed. But what surprised me the most was the way she was dressed. She wasn't.

I felt my cock immediately jump to its full length against my jeans as she began to caress her breasts with her hands. They were larger than I had imagined, the nipples standing out in big thick points between her fingers. She continued to look at the camera, then her eyes slowly closed as her hands slipped down her stomach towards a patch of brown hair. I leaned back in my chair and quickly unzipped my jeans pushing them down past my knees, as I did so my thick dick jumped out from beneath the boxers the tip already glistening. I smiled as I reached down with one hand and began to stroke as I watched her fingers slowly work over her pussy. I was so absorbed in the moment that I had forgotten about my surroundings.

"Oh my." Her voice came to me in an appreciative tone. I glanced up to see her standing at the edge of my desk easily able to see what I was doing.

I smiled and then continued with what I had been doing. She was wearing a long black dress that seemed to be some kind of velvet. It had buttons running its full length and as usual they were all buttoned. I glanced at her then at the screen then back at her again matching the screen with what I saw before me. She leaned on the desk and reached up under her dress and stepped out of a pair of black silk panties. With a grin on her face, she knelt before me and pushed my hand away. She wrapped the panties around my throbbing cock, they were warm which surprised me as I had only felt cold ones wrapped around it before. Her hand slowly began to stroke up and down the full length as her other hand reached out and cupped my heavy balls.

"A question I didn't ask yesterday." She said as her hand began to increase its pace.

"Good, I want to see you cum." Her warm breath from her words brushed against the head of my dick and my balls suddenly tightened within her grasp. She smiled as she felt it.

"Here it comes." I said thickly trying to hold it back as long as I could not wanting the moment to end.

"Shoot it." She coaxed, her hand still working as the first shot of cum geysered from my dick. It shot straight up like a fountain and fell down onto her hand and black panties as she kept stroking. She started laughing, with each consecutive shot as it dreamed of hitting the ceiling came far short and landed thickly on her hand. The black panties were now mostly white and slippery and she tried to keep them moving up and down my pulsing dick. Her hand did not slow down; even after the shots had stopped she kept stroking at a steady pace and leaned forward.

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