Burgers Anyone?

‘Hello my darling flash flood.’ I laugh, knowing it’s a compliment, but of all the pet names, that one is going to stick? ‘Edge to death.’ Oh hell’s bells!

‘So are you tired of looking here just to see something as simple as 'edge'? Is it boring? Are you bored? Edge. Edge closer. Edge harder!’

I quickly step into the garden shed. ‘No, no Sir. Not boring. Not bored. Not lots of things. Hard to focus.’ I can feel the sheen of sweat starting to appear on my skin from the effort of holding myself so close to the edge of sexual oblivion.

‘So, you don’t want to come right now?’

’Yes. I mean no. I mean yes. I mean please sir, please!’

‘Good, because I'm about to come. Open your mouth.’ I open my mouth wide. ‘COME FOR ME BITCH! COME WHILE YOU DRINK IT! TAKE IT ALL! Take it down your throat. Let it splash down your fucking slut face!’ I feel the cum shoot into my mouth and down my throat at the same time, my body embraces my own orgasm. I hold the shed door shut as I scream out in pleasure. I can feel the gripping and throbbing of my cunt as it pushes harder over the edge of my climax. I pound my fist against the shed shelf. As I regain my breath and my composure, I step back out into the garden.

‘You're lucky I can't see you naked. I'd order you to take a picture, jerk off to it, and let you hear it... and not let you cum. My bitch. My whore. My fucking toy to do with as I will. If I wanted to take your ass and have a friend take your cunt, you’d do it. Happily. My fucking British slag! I am your master and I own you. You have no control over that cunt of yours.’

I can’t help myself. It’s true. It’s all true. I love the way he dominates me. Owns me. ‘Yes, Sir. Your bitch. Your whore. Your insatiable slut. Your very lucky toy. I don’t need control of my cunt, Sir, because you take it for me.’

‘What if I told you the next orgasm you have was going to be the last you could have until the end of the week? Edge. Do you want to cum? Last one. Until the end of the week? Want it? I fucking own you, bitch.’

‘You do. You do own me, Sir. How to decide? Yes, I want to come, but then not for a week?’ Would he really be that cruel? I waffle back and forth in my mind. I can’t come to a decision. I’m so torn. I start to worry my lower lip.

‘Do you want to cum and then be restrained from doing so for the rest of the week? Held back? Locked for me?’

I take a quick glance around and step again into the garden shed. ‘Yes! Yes! All of those. Yes! But a whole week? A whole fucking week? But yes. Yes. Yes I do. I do.’

’Come for me bitch!’ I lean over the counter in the shed my hips jerking forward. I bite down on my lower lip and pound my fist into the wood countertop. I grit my teeth as my orgasm wrenches itself out of me. I pump my hips into the air, fucking the space in front of me. Faster they move, thrusting harder each time. I can hear myself moaning. My eyes have rolled back into my head, and then my moans turn into groans as I continue to fuck the air. My hips slowly grind to a halt and I lift my head up. I take several deep breaths and can feel my heartbeat begin to slow. I lick my lips and step back out of the shed.

‘Good girl. I should have asked your circumstances - how free you are, what's going on there?’

I laugh loudly. ‘I’m just getting supper off the bbq. Ever try bbq-img supper for the whole family while coming so hard you scream? I’ve told you before, Sir, I have skills.’