1. That Hated Edge!


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

    have to play another game. If you say no, I’ll never touch that dirty snatch of yours again.” And by god, I hated her and whimpered, “Please?” Why did she have to look so beautiful? She was radiant each time I said the dreaded words. Her eyes locked on mine and she pushed her digits inside me one smooth, practiced motion that took my breath away. Her fingers fucked - there is no other word - me ruthless, fast and hard. I started to moan gibberish, but Caroline’s mouth locked over mine, her tongue swirling her drool inside my mouth. I simply couldn’t care. The heat inside my twat became a fire that burst upwards every time Em’s hand slapped against my pubes. Then all the heat condensed into a single, almost painful point. I cried out into Caroline’s warm mouth and my hips jerked like mad. Pleasure rushed all over me and took my breath away. I came, and came, and came, held upright only by the hand between my thighs, crying tears of pure relief as my juices spurted over Em’s cruel, pretty hand. Once I had caught my breath back, I was finally allowed to remove the hated dildo and fix my dress. I was walking on cloud nine, filled with a deep, soft, satisfying buzz and a warmth that, as experience had told me, would last for some days. I never came as hard as in our games, and always when I thought I might get used to them, Em added another kinky, cruel twist. Like right now, when Caroline pulled a fifty dollar note from her purse and handed it to Em, who did a little imitation of ...
    a curtsy and told her, “It was pleasure to do business with you.” “Likewise,” Caroline replied. “I really enjoyed your little whore.” We started our way home in near complete silence, just the click-clack of heels on pavement as we walked hand in hand. The shame was still there for me, a constant coating that had become ingrained in my skin, much like a tattoo, but right now fulfillment dulled my awareness of it and made me float. “Sally?” Em suddenly asked, her eyes thoughtful. “Yes?” “Wasn’t that fun? How did you like that I involved another person?” “I hated it. Even more so because I know her from her shop.” “So what if I managed to involve someone you know even better? One of your friends? Yes, the more I think about it, the better this sounds. Could you still look them in the eye if they saw what a kinky, perverted little slut you are?” “Oh god, please, no! I’d die in shame!” I pleaded. She felt my shudder through our joined hands. “You always say that,” she said with a smile, looking deep into my eyes and seeing to the bottom of my soul. “But it’s true this time!” I gasped, which made her giggle. “Know what?” She pinched my poor, abused bum hard, and I yelped. She spun me around and took my other hand as well. “You pick one. Make sure that she’s the one you want the least of all to know about your kinks. Make sure you’re terrified by the thought of being seen by her. I’ll try to make it happen.” She pulled me close, and her breath tickled my lips. “Do that, and you’ll ...