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That Hated Edge!

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

when we were in front of the entrance, and she spun around to face me. “What do you think? It stings like hell,” I growled back at her. “I bet you’re horny as hell too, aren’t you?” I tried to look away, but she gripped my chin and made me look straight at her. “You know I am,” I spat at her. “Bunch up your skirt.” “Fuck! Not here, Em!” The porch was brightly lit. Anyone from the street could see us. Anyone opening the door could see us! “Please! Not here!” She didn’t even bother to look affronted. “You know the rules,” she simply told me once again in that sweet, seductive voice. I took a few deep, shuddering breaths. I pulled up the hem my dress until my lower body was completely exposed, then hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my soaked panties. I was pretty sure their gusset was nothing but a single, dark stain by now, but Em’s grip on my chin prevented me from looking. At her nod, I pushed the panties down and let them slide to my knees, then spread my legs as far as this allowed. She grinned, and then her hand started to rub my twat in hard strokes, up and down, pressing down hard, completely mindless of its irritated state. Tears sprang to my eyes, both from the painful, humiliating treatment and from shame over the arousal that flamed up the moment her fingers touched me. Her hand flew through my folds and my hips jerked to meet it. Her eyes bore into mine so she could catch the tiny flicker that always preceded my climax. She knew she couldn’t trust me to stop ... her any longer. My short, hard panting filled the air. A line of drool trickled down my chin. Any moment, I was getting there, the heat built and built, formed into a throbbing, pulsating well of pleasure that started to fill all of me, and… She withdrew her hand. The need in my twat hit me like a steam train. My hips jerked to meet empty air. Tears spilled freely down my chin, and I sniffled pathetically. How I hated that she could reduce me to this state! “You want to cum so much, don’t you, poor thing?” Em asked sympathetically and brushed my trembling lip gently with her thumb. I nodded eagerly, clenching my hands that so wanted to shoot between my legs to finish what she’d started but mustn’t, and kept sniffling. “Please, please, Em, let me cum! I’ll do anything!” “Yes, you will,” she told me with a soft smile, wrapped her arm around me, hugging me tightly to her side, and rung the bell. Panic filled me. For a moment, all I could think of was to pull my panties up and my skirt down to get at least some modesty, even if my tears could not be hidden. But it was already too late anyway. The door swung open and my breathing stopped. I knew the regal looking, red-haired woman in her late forties, quite well in fact, as she owned the small bakery where I shopped every day. Shame washed over me and made my knees tremble. I wouldn’t have pegged her to be a lesbian or kinky, but then, she wasn’t exactly wearing rainbow shirts or leather bodysuits at work. Now, she wore an elegant ...