Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... her climax down, the urgency subsiding into soft spasms, matching those of the man who'd just fucked her so completely, again. She let herself calm, let the singing of her nerves and the pulsing of her blood settle. She felt a distinct pool of warm semen coating her cervix. It began to leak past the seal of his deflating meat, oozing slowly toward her opening and she felt the semen's heat slowly suffusing along her entire length of her fuck tunnel. God she loved the feel of creamed cum leaking from her hole, the look of the pearlescent fluid gathering at her outer lips. She felt a brief regret that he'd taken her doggie position. If she'd been on her back she could look forward to the feel of the goo oozing onto her 'taint and then gliding slowly across her anus. It made a wonderful lubricant for ass fucking.

Instead though, mindful of her instruction from Mr. Lester, Claire's hands moved down to her crotch. She gathered the wetness at her opening onto her fingers, let her slick fingers gently circle her engorged clit, supersensitive, but already warming to the task of bringing herself to another orgasm. Before he'd even slipped from her, Claire grasped the firmness of her clit between thumb and finger, jerking the thick bud lightly, relishing the liquid feel of her sexual response and the looseness of her hips and pussy. She shivered as his cock eased from her pussy, pulling across her still spastic g- spot. Trailing his meat, more warmth from his jizz drained forward ...

... from the pool collected in her recesses.

Jim stood, looking down at Claire as she played with herself, at the captured cum she'd spread across her clit and into the folds of her cunt. She saw him looking, raised her fingers to her lips and cleaned their mingled cum, lapping at the jizz like it was whipped honey, staring into his face the entire time. He shook his head, seeing her already pulsing with need again.

Liquid pleasure rolled from Claire's core, engulfed her clit, spread in tingling waves that rippled across her belly, tightened her nipples till they began to ache. She teased herself, teased him, taunted him as she displayed the vast reservoir of raw need he'd left untouched. She let the orgasm build, then held it, let it ebb, then brought herself back to that knife-sharp edge, again and again, deepening it, letting it grow richer, rounder, fuller. Not the sharp ecstasy of quick release. No, Claire was after a soul shaker, an eruption of magma, not boiling water.Sorry Master, but a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do. You can beat me later.

CHAPTER 17: JENNY AND JIM COLLECT

Happy losers collect their 15-minutes of fun.

As Claire toyed with her orgasm, she was overcome by the simple awareness of being a slave. The thought washed across her, wrapped her in a wave of submission that finally unleashed the orgasm she'd been nurturing. Even as it crested, she kept her legs open wide as possible, moaning, and kept her glistening cunt on display, letting the ...