1. A Woman Too Far


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: WannabeWordsmith, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    rocking back and forth, Emily's pleasure plain on her features. The effect it had on him to watch her elation at such close quarters was divine. He ached to be in her, yet remained hard as if each thrust of the plastic were his own. Emily started moaning, her head gradually lowering until it was pressed against the bed, level with his cock, the curve of her back exquisite, arse sticking up in the air Yoga-style. Jules picked up the pace, while Emily raised onto her hands and knees again to better thrust back against her lover. Ryan stared, struggling against the bonds, wanting to touch himself. His eyes connected with Emily's. Seeing her hunger, her desire played out in tiny frowns and upward flicks of the corners of her mouth as she panted, was better than any porn. Except he couldn't bring himself off. He groaned, imploring with his eyes for Emily to do it for him. She snaked a hand forward, brushed his cock, watching it bounce, wrapped her fist around it and squeezed. Blood flooded in again, before she stopped. The girl administering the anal seemed amused. "You wanna be here don't you? She's so tight. So dirty. And God I love her screams. Especially. When. I. Do. It. Hard." She spanked the girl's dainty bottom and the crack stung his ears. Emily whimpered, her eyes drifting shut, whispering, "More." "What did she say?" Ryan cleared his dry throat. "She said 'More'." Jules smirked. "Do you think she meant 'again' or 'harder'? Choose wisely. Remember how badly your last ...
    decision ended." "Ummm." He searched Emily's face for clues. Nothing. "Harder… I think." The slap made Emily cry out and her eyes flashed at Ryan. His heart sank that he'd chosen wrongly again, but she gritted her teeth, bunched the duvet in her fists and mouthed, "Harder." Ryan repeated the instruction to Jules who obliged. Emily wailed. Jesus, there was rough, and there was this . But his cock thickened regardless. Jules snarled, "It's pretty sick, you getting hard at another woman's misery." He began to protest his innocence but she silenced him. "What do you want, Ryan?" "To… to come." "Where?" she barked. "Her…" he thought a moment, worried it might be a test. "Her face." "You want to ruin that pretty face? Make a mess of her. Come on her lips, her nose, eyes, in her hair? Fuck her face?" Ryan nodded and Jules nodded slower, some sort of acceptance. "So Becks was right." "Becks?" "Come on, Ryan," she spat. "Wrack your brains. Or do all your conquests mean so little to you?" "You mean… Imogen's bestie?" She nodded slowly, seemingly pleased he was cottoning on. "How…?" She slammed into Emily's butt causing the girl to lurch forward to within an inch of his turgid member. He felt her howl almost as vividly as he heard it. "Colleagues." His mind raced. "So… Imogen put you up to this?" Jules' laugh was hollow. "No no. She's too doe-eyed being your latest plaything. Your hole du jour. Running to you every time she wants her curvy rear filled." She emphasised the point in Emily, ...