1. That Hated Edge!


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

    blue dress that shimmered in the light and ended just above her knees. “This is Sally?” she asked, not trying to hide the hungry gaze that was focused on my exposed, runny twat. “Yes, she’ll do anything. Just don’t let her cum. I’ll be back in half an hour.” I couldn’t believe my ears. So far, in all our games, Em had never brought others into the mix, but more so, she had never before left me alone. “Em?” I asked in disbelief. Em let go of me and stepped behind me, whispering into my ear, “You know the rules.” She gave my back a soft push and stepped down from the porch. My heartbeat sped up with every creaking of the steps. A shudder raced through my body. Goosebumps prickled on the back of my neck. The woman -- Camille… no, Caroline, yes, that was her name -- held out her hand, and like in a trance, I took it and waddled after her into her house, half-naked as I was. The living room was grand; dark, shiny wood made up the floor and white, contrasting perfectly with the fluffy rugs placed here and there. Large leather sofas stood in a half-circle in front of wall-high windows, and exotic paintings full of naked humans, lewd wooden statues and colorful African masks adorned the walls. Everything screamed money and debauchery. Caroline led me to the middle of the room. “Undress me,” she said, the first words spoken directly to me. I had to shuffle awkwardly around her, as she hadn’t told me to get rid of my panties and I didn’t dare to ask about them. My fingers trembled ...
    while I opened the zipper at her back. She made it hard for me by not moving a muscle, and I had to tug and pull and wiggle to get the dress down her body. She made me lift each sandal-clad foot to free the dress and licked her lips with hunger every time I looked up at her face. “So you’ll really do everything I want,” she asked while I unclasped her bra. “Yes,” I responded quietly and rubbed my thighs together. She didn’t look all bad with her slim figure and pale but freckled skin. I pulled the bra down her arm and freed her breasts -- B-cups, perhaps small Cs, sagging a little, with puffy areolas and large nipples. Her left one was a little larger than the other. “Why?” she wanted to know, her voice becoming breathless. “It’s a game,” I told her while I got onto my knees. My hands caressed her hips, then my fingers hooked under the waistband and I gently pulled her cotton panties down her fleshy thighs. “A game? Really?” She didn’t believe me, but I just couldn’t care. I threaded the panties over her shoes and finally had her naked. Soft red-blonde curls covered her pubes. Her outer lips were puffy, wide and slightly parted, and her inner ones were deeply red and swollen, glistening with moisture and dangling obscenely just level with my eyes. She had been diddling with herself, I knew the signs too well. She turned around and walked to the nearest sofa, then sat down on its edge. “I want to thrash your bum,” she stated coldly, ”before I ravage it, that is.” I paled. I hated ...
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