Taken to the Edge - Sex Stories

Taken to the Edge

My phone rang. My heart pounded like the fast beats of my ringtone, which would have been playing had it not been on silent. I answered the call, “Hello.” “Where is he?” his deep strong voice said. “I can see him in the next room. He’s asleep on the sofa." “Touch your cunt for me.” “What!? I can’t. He might wake up.” “Do it.” I slid my hand down and under my panties. I could feel the heat before my fingers touched my slick pussy. My breathing quickened. I couldn’t take my eyes off my boyfriend, who was sleeping in his drunken and medicated state in the next room. I was terrified he’d wake up and catch me shamelessly pleasuring myself for my lover. “Why can’t I hear how wet you are?” “I’ve got my blanket covering me.” “Take it off. Stand up and rub your pussy for me. I want to hear how wet you are.” Even though I knew he couldn’t see me, just his presence on the phone made me unable to falter in carrying out his request. He’d always had the ability to unlock that part of me that wanted to please him. I stood in plain sight of my sleeping, drunken, medicated boyfriend and rubbed my pussy. My pleasure was easily audible as my fingers glided across my sex. “Now, pinch your nipples.” I pulled and tweaked on them and had to hold the cries that threatened to spill from my open mouth. “Again. Harder.” “I can’t. He’ll hear me.” “You’ll do as I fucking well say. You belong to me. If I tell you again, then you do it without questioning me. Don’t make me come over there and do it for ...

... you.” “Oh, fuck!” I twisted and pulled harder. I couldn’t disobey his commands. I didn’t want to. The reaction my body felt to his words was amazing. My desire to please him was consuming. The gratifying feeling he brought me when he told me I was his Good-girl, or the feeling of cumming for him was just so powerful. I couldn’t get enough. “Tease your fingers around your pussy lip for me. I want you begging me to let you slid those fingers into your snatch. Pull your lips apart for me, spread them wide. You’re thinking of my cock, aren’t you?” “Oh fuck, yes. I want it. I want it so fucking much!” “Where do you want it?” “I want it buried deep inside me. I want you to fill me with your gorgeous, massive cock. Oh god! I need it. Please!” All I could hear on the other end of the line was his dirty, low chuckles. Even the sound of his self-satisfied laughter sent my body tingling. “Please, let me fuck myself for you! I beg you.” “Mmm, you’re such a naughty little whore aren’t you? You want to cum thinking of my cock buried inside you, don’t you? And, all within sight of your boyfriend.” “Yes!” I had to bite my lip to stop from screaming out in my aroused frustration. I knew the second my fingers slid inside me I’d most likely cum, and I needed it so badly. “Rub your clit for me.” My body squirmed and danced with pleasure as my fingers strummed my swollen nub. “Oh fuck. I’m close! I don’t know if I can hold it.” “You can and you will. You better not fucking cum before I tell you. I ...