Taken to the Edge - Sex Stories

Taken to the Edge

... want you on the edge.” “Please! Oh shit, I can’t stop.” “Stop now. Stop touching.” The tone in his voice let me know just how serious he was. My hand froze instantly. I was panting and dazed after being so close to reaching climax. But, what he said next brought me right back to my senses. “I’m coming round. It seems like you need to be taught a lesson.” “But… But…” I didn’t get chance to protest; he’d hung up. I got a message five minutes later. I’m outside. Let me in and take me upstairs. Don’t say a word, just remove your panties, stuff them in your mouth, get over my knee and prepare to be punished. I almost came, right then and there. On shaky legs I made my way passed my sleeping boyfriend, actually thankful that he’d drank so much and for the fact that with the aid of his pills he was such a heavy sleeper. I opened the front door as silently as possible and was greeted with the stern, powerful gaze of my lover. As instructed I took him upstairs and placed my gagged, naked self over his knee. I was thankful for the muffler when the first blow smacked against my bare skin. Every fibre of my soul willed my body not to jolt against his sanction, knowing that the more I squirmed the longer he’d make me wait for my release. I lost count of the number of walloping thwacks that rained against flesh, but with watering eyes and a soaked pussy I held on by the skin of my teeth and managed to stop my orgasm from reaching its crescendo. Pulling my body from over his knees, he ...

... flung me onto the bed on my back. “Spread your fucking legs, you dirty little slut.” I spread my legs wide for him, inviting him to fuck my pussy on the bed that I shared with my man. I felt so naughty, such a whore, but under the intense gaze of my lover's eyes, I knew I couldn’t deny my need for this man to fill me. With his full length of manliness gripped and being stroked, he slapped his phallus against my sensitive hooded jewel. I clawed at his muscular thighs, desperate for him to release me from my torture. He removed the sodden panties from my mouth and kissed me hard. I moaned when he grabbed at my breasts, before his hand came around my throat. I didn’t have to beg with words; my desperation was clear to see on my face. He lined up his huge dick at the entrance of my cunt, and with a sexy fucking sneer, he thrust himself deep inside me. I was actually thankful that his grip on my throat was so tight, because the scream that would have erupted had his gorgeous hand not been there would have woke the dead. He was buried to the hilt, his body pinning mine to the bed. With his lips next to my ear, he kept still within me. My pussy walls clutched him tight; I never wanted to release his length from inside me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and you are going to cum when I tell you to, aren’t you?” his steely voice questioned with low, deep whispers in my ear. I could only respond with a whimpered, “Fuck, yes.” He started his relentless shafting. My body jerked with every ...