1. That Hated Edge!


    Date: 1/10/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    blanket over my skin. Drawn-out, high-pitched moans flew from my lips, and the delicious heat… “Stop!” I cried once more, and all movement ceased. Tears of unfulfilled longing streaked down my cheeks. How I hated that I wasn’t allowed to cum! Em granted me five minutes of reprieve to cool down enough that the mere act of slipping the black monster from my twat wouldn’t set me off. But then she slapped my thigh, my sign that I needed to get up, and I pulled myself off the beast with little whimpers. The rubber only hesitantly left my twat with perverted, sucking sounds. My snatch gaped open so wide I could have stuck three fingers inside without touching, and I knew it would take another ten minutes until it would close up all the way again. As always, I got onto my knees, caught my hands behind my back and started lapping up my musky juices that coated the rubber and made it gleam while fresh secretions dribbled wetly down my thighs. I hated how deliciously debased that made me feel! Half an hour later, I was just sorting through a drawer for a lighter when her arms encircled me from behind. The front of my dress was pulled up and the soft, slightly scratchy feeling of wool slipped down my tummy and inside my panties. “No!” I gasped. “Not that!” A giggle filled my ear and her gloved hand rubbed up and down inside my slit. The wool quickly soaked up any moisture that was there and then slid roughly through my tender folds, feeling like cruel sanding paper every time it ...
    ground over my clit. My poor snatch grew hotter and hotter with each stroke, but fresh moisture seeped out, keeping Em’s ruthless caresses just barely bearable. The pain also stroked a wicked pleasure, and soon I found my hips eagerly meeting each of her strokes and jerking impatiently. My grunts turned into moans, and I caught myself encouraging her to rub even harder. I hated when that happened. The trembling started in my loins, then spread down my thighs and knees, until my legs shook and delirious pleasure surged from my raw twat. My heart jumped in joy, there it was, the cliff that had been far too long denied me, and... I whimpered, “Stop!” My whole body shook, and I sobbed. Em’s hand slipped away, and she pulled off the glove and handed it to me to wash. I glanced towards the clock. Half an hour was left until we had to leave for the party. Twenty-five minutes later, I had just put on my shoes, elegant, barely existing sandals with sluttishly high heels, when I heard my name again. I stumbled out of the tiny walk-in closet, unused to such heels. Em was dressed to kill in a sheer mesh top that showed off the expensive bra she wore underneath and would make everyone around her drool. Her black, short leather skirt went perfectly with it, and the tight, laced, shiny high heeled boots that went up to her thighs were just to die for. “Come here,” she told me with a smile and I complied. She gestured to my crotch. I pulled up my skirt once again, my fingers trembling. This was ...
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