The Edge by Tony Leather

Elizabeth has hit fifty and it seems sex is only ever going to be a quick boring hump with her husband. She wanted to step over the edge and feel something new, be commanded to act like a slut and be taken, completely.

The Edge by Tony Leather

Elizabeth had been feeling old, before she had got involved in amateur dramatics but now she felt young again. Though just past fifty, her sexuality was still very much alive but stifled by her husband of almost thirty years, who just didn’t see her in that way anymore, at least not often. How different it was with Tony. She still had a woman’s needs and, god, did he make her feel special.

Husband Dave never had been a very good lover, and it was always over far too quickly on the rare occasions that it actually happened. She’d never complained, though, because he was a good man in every other way. Somehow it had never really been a problem, until now, and infidelity had never seriously crossed her mind. She might step up to the edge, occasionally, but she’d never really go over it.

Now, however, she’d found someone who wanted to help her live out the recurring dreams of being ‘taken’ by a powerful man, but she was terrified. Playing the role of a scarlet woman in amateur plays was one thing but she wasn’t sure she could do it for real. Better to be safe than sorry, she tried to tell herself but she was far from convinced.

Elizabeth couldn’t help feeling damp between her legs as she thought about turning on the computer. She knew he’d have sent another e-mail telling her how much he wanted her, how desirable she was, despite her age. He was only thirty-six and not even that good looking. Even so, his eyes seemed to bore right into her deepest fantasies, every time they locked on her own. No matter how she tried to deny it to herself, it turned her on - the more of it she read, the more she wanted. Last night, his e-mail message had offered full body massage, anytime she wanted. The thought of his strong hands, caressing the flesh of her buttocks, had made her nipples stiffen against the fabric of her bra, and the ensuing electricity of the gentle rubbing against them, had her silently pushing her hand down into her panties, seeking her swelling clitoris. Sex was not just the playground of the young, and she’d realized, at the big party thrown for her 50th birthday, that age is no real barrier to desire. Maybe it was time for her to live the fantasies she’d kept buried for so long, secretly, yearning to be dominated, driven willingly into submission by a forceful man.

The frustration had reached boiling point, and Elizabeth had to do something about it.
She’d climaxed savagely, before sweeping the long, dyed blonde hair from her eyes. She was almost reluctant to press the ‘send and receive’ button, but her curiosity got the better of her. After all, it was someone she actually knew and met fairly often.

“Hi, gorgeous!” Were his opening words, and she thrilled. She had a good body, still, and legs like a page three girl. Her big breasts were still quite firm, but Dave never talked to her like HE did, never made feel as edible as chocolate or as sexy as a panting virgin, with a few well chosen words.

She couldn’t really do this, could she? Take the plunge for something that might not be what she really wanted. If only Dave had ever thought about her reaching orgasm during sex, but he was a rapid-fire merchant, turning over and snoring within moments of being satisfied. Elizabeth wanted more.

“I was touching you in dreams last night.” The message carried on, “Though I’d much rather do it in the flesh. Can’t you tell me how you really feel about it? See you at the meeting. Plait your hair, won’t you? I think it makes you look even sexier. Bye for now”.

As she sadly deleted the message, Elizabeth was racked with a hunger she hadn’t known in years. She could feel her pussy lips swelling, with the thoughts that washed over her. She’d make do with Dave tonight, whether he liked it or not. A stiff cock inside her was a must.

She made her way, unsteadily, to the kitchen, where she could hear him whistling, as he prepared the evening meal. Coming up behind him, she fastened her arms around his waist, before letting her hands travel down to feel for his cock beneath his jeans. She smiled as it began to swell, licking her lips. Dave turned around, chuckling, his hands straying to her breasts, which he squeezed gently. Her already erect nipples were burning now, and she fastened her mouth on his in a passionate kiss. Her pants were damp with her desire, her pussy screaming to be filled, and her hands yanked at his zip, in frantic haste.

The feel of his hot, hard cock in her hand, the weight of his heavy balls in the other, had her practically crazy with lust for rampant sex, and she almost cried out in pleasure as his rough hands pushed up her bra over her tits, his teeth savaging the swollen nipples, as his hands ripped off her sodden pants. In an instant, he’d lifted her onto the kitchen table and spread her willing thighs wide.

Then she gasped in pleasure as his throbbing cock plunged deep into her sex, his balls slamming against her, but as usual, it was over all too soon. He began to grunt and jerk in no time, flooding her with his come. Smiling happily, he zipped himself up again before asking, “Ready for some food now?”

“I’ll just have a quick shower.” She replied, still horny as hell.

Dave had finally managed to give her that final push. Her finger would have to finish the job, away from his eyes. Maybe it was time to send the message that her cyber lover wanted to receive.

Later, after Dave had left, ignorant of her frustration, she pressed the ‘send’ button, smiling. The message simply said ‘I’m alone all weekend. Why not come over on Saturday evening, and talk about what you want?’ The stage was set, and she could hardly wait. Time to break free, for a while.

Tony had fancied Elizabeth from the moment he laid eyes on her, at the amateur dramatics society. In the play they were currently doing, she played the part of an aging prostitute. His part brought him into close physical contact with her, and her outfit only made him seem more interested, which really turned her on.

“You aren’t as tough as you’d like people to believe.” He’d whispered one night, as his chest brushed against hers, in the corridor, “and one day, I’ll prove it to you. You need a man to take you properly in hand, show you what REAL passion is.”

The electric thrill of the contact still burned in her memory. God, she could hardly wait. On Saturday evening, she was wearing the tight, red top Tony liked so much and had her blonde hair in two plaits at the front. He liked that, too, and she wanted to please him. This was a new feeling for her, and she shivered.

When the doorbell rang, she jumped, almost afraid to answer, but the die was cast, and she needed to now how serious he was. His eyes lit up when she opened the door and he whispered, huskily, “God, you look lovely! Let’s get inside, where I can have you all to myself.”

As the door closed behind him, he reached out, touching her face. Elizabeth could see the longing in his eyes, and made no effort to resist as he drew her toward him. His mouth looked so inviting, as it closed on hers, and suddenly, like the breaking of a huge dam, all the unspoken passion rolled over them like a tidal wave, and her tongue was fencing happily with his.

Her hand strayed down, to the erection she could already feel nudging insistently against her trembling thigh, as his hands clenched the cheeks of her ass, hard. Pulling his mouth away, he said,

“Don’t think it’s going to be that easy. Tonight you’re playing the part you’ve always wanted, you slut, and I’m in charge. Call me master when you speak to me. You have to work for your pleasure, slave. Are you willing to do that?”

Elizabeth looked into his, suddenly hard eyes, and knew that he meant every word. She trembled with excitement. It couldn’t be more perfect. Her pussy was already glowing with swelling need and her thighs slippery from the running juices of her excitement. Rigid nipples begged for his attention, but he took her by the hand, leading her into the living room. He moved away from her.

“Put on some sexy music, slut, then strip for me, but do it slowly.”

Moments later, Elizabeth was lost in delight at the hunger in his eyes, as she slowly started to dance. The maroon top, which she’d wanted him to remove, slipped effortlessly over her head, and she heard his intake of breath as her skimpy bra was exposed, the rigidity of her nipples obvious trough the fabric. Deliberately, slowly, she unfastened it, squeezing a full breast in each hand, teasing those ultra sensitive nipples as the garment fell away.

His hand was rubbing against his straining erection now, and his eyes were misty. Her own passion intensified, and as she slipped out of her sodden panties, teasing the stiff rosebud of her clitoris with the right index finger, while her other hand massaged the aching left breast. She wanted to touch him so much that it hurt, but would he allow it?

“Please may I free your cock, master?” She pleaded with him. “It looks very uncomfortable just now.”

“Yes, slut. I would enjoy that.” He replied “On your knees!”

Obediently, she sank to the ground, shuffling over to where he was. Eagerly, her hand went to his zip, pulling it down, and the other reached inside to free her prize. It sprang free, hot and heavy, thickly veined with a massive purple head that oozed pre-come.

“Take it in your mouth, slave! Kiss it, lick it, feel it deep down in your throat, but don’t make me come. We save that for later!”

Elizabeth had never performed oral sex before but as soon as she tasted the warm saltiness of his beautiful, rigid monster, she knew she’d been depriving herself of real pleasure. It felt so good, sliding in and out of her wet mouth, and his trembling spurred her on. She was pleasing him so much. Her clitoris and pussy ached with the need for him, and when his hands pulled her eager mouth from his ramrod cock, she expected to be fucked, but no.

Instead, he pushed her backwards, to the floor, burying his head between her trembling thighs, and sucking hard on her clitoris. Electricity was surging through every fibre of her being, as his tongue made long passes along her sodden cleft, his cruel fingers mercilessly pinching on her already fiery nipples.

Suddenly, she began to twitch, uncontrollably, crying out in unabridged abandon as the most intense climax she’d ever known washed over her in wave after glorious wave. Shuddering in delight, she gasped, “Please Master. I want to feel you inside me. Want to please you as much as you are pleasing me. I want your spunk to flood me. Please?”

She was, she knew, begging, but it seemed right. His eyes smiled, as he pulled her once more to her knees, his delicious cock mere inches from her eager lips, Hungrily, she widened her mouth again, gasping in pleasure at the feel of her teeth along his shaft. Her tongue was playing a cruel game with his glands, until he once more pushed her head away, placing himself behind her, as she waited, on all fours.

As she felt the head of his great cock, nudging at her own swollen sex, she almost fainted from joy. Then he pushed hard, deep into her, and all semblance of control on her part vanished. The feel of his hot member against her pussy walls was driving her towards climax again. She tightened her muscles on him, heightening the feeling, and he responded by pushing harder and faster. His actions had her head swimming.

All at once, he began to jerk violently, crying out, which pushed Elizabeth once more over the edge of that sweet precipice. As his thick, hot seed streamed into her willing body, she was once again caught in orgasmic heaven, and never wanted the moment to end.

Three times more, they sated themselves on each other’s bodies before morning, each time better than the one before. On waking, Elizabeth felt more alive than she had in years, as her fingers stroked his flaccid cock into rigid life, waking him. This session was very brief and torrid, Elizabeth horrified and delighted when he made her kneel before him and shoved his solid manhood deep inside her anus. She felt gloriously violated, and her climax, after he had switched to her aching pussy minutes later, was the most intense she had experienced but she knew it couldn’t last.

As Tony dressed, he looked hard into her misty eyes before saying anything, a look of regret on his face.

“Thanks, Elizabeth, for letting me live out the fantasy with you. We both know it could never be this perfect again. If we try to repeat this experience, we’ll spoil the magic.”

“No, master” she smiled sexily. “It’s me who should be thanking you. Being 50 hadn’t made me any less hungry for good sex but some men lose sight of that. You made me realize that I still have what it takes, and you’ll never know how much that meant to me. Time for you to go.”

As she watched his departing back, Elizabeth felt a twinge of sorrow. She knew it would never happen with him again, but could never regret that it had. She’d finally stepped over the edge, and loved every single second. There was a lot of good sex life in her yet, and she intended to enjoy it. The ride had only just begun.