1. A Woman Too Far


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

    didn't stop. "Poor little Ryan. Held to sexual ransom. Desperate to spurt all over Emily's hot body. To lace her with your spunk. Look at her. Look at her! Isn't she gorgeous? Isn't she so… fuckable ." The sight was too much. Ryan shut his eyes, trying to hold it together, whispering, "Jules, no." She pinched the tip of his cock hard and he yelped, eyes snapping open. Holding it until he had drifted away from the brink to comparative safety, she released his softening member, grabbed his hips and started to fuck him hard. Ryan groaned. Things were made doubly difficult by not being able to lean forward for fear of toppling. The cuffs chafed. His butt burned. He shut his eyes again to try and block everything out, then felt something against his chest. Material. It was Emily, this time running the leather and velvet fronds of a flogger over his chest. She twirled the fingers of the toy around his nipples and lightly swished his body with it. It was divine, like twenty girls gently kissing and nibbling his skin. A complete contrast to the sting his left pec received as she flicked her wrist. "Owwww." Despite the pain, his dick lurched upwards. Each time Emily swung the flogger at him, the fire on his skin dissipated to a white heat that permeated his body and began to excite him. Her actions became stronger, more overt, swishing, cracking, marking his skin, stepping up the pain and pleasure until he thought he might buckle. As if on cue, Jules shoved him forward, burying his ...
    groaning face into the mattress, pounding his slippery arse. "Take it. Take all of my cock." A cascade of spanks rained over his bottom. "Oh Jules, yes. So close." Somehow he knew as soon as the words left his mouth he should have kept quiet. She ripped the phallus from him and he cried out at the sudden emptiness, distended ring gradually regaining shape. Unable to move, he stayed that way, bent over the bed panting hard until they deemed him calm enough. He felt hands at his wrists, two clicks and the cuffs fell to the floor, but the pair gave him no respite, no time to coax the circulation back into his hands. Emily demanded: "Turn over. Lie on the bed." Ryan slid forward and rolled onto his back. Standing above him was a most delicious sight: Emily, now sans panties. With her back to the headboard, his eyes traced all the way from her ankle boots up her legs to the folds of her snatch, droplets of moisture clinging to the short hairs. He glanced across to her hand gripping the flogger, up to the twin mounds of her perky tits released from the confines of her bra, the firm pink caps jutting obscenely. If it were the last vision he ever saw, Ryan would die a happy man. She regarded him with a sneer. "For such a self-confessed stud, looks like we need to intervene again so you're of use to us. Stick out your tongue." He obeyed as she sank to her knees, one either side of his head, pressing her parted pussy to his face. His tongue connected with her dripping core and snaked ...
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