Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... pleasure utterly swamp her. She'd wanted a soul shaker and it's what she got. Her body was quaking from the strength of the contractions gripping her and she could hardly suck in enough oxygen to stay conscious. At its peak, she froze, gasping, barely clinging to consciousness as the tide thundered through her. The eroticism of being displayed, of people wagering on the number of her orgasms... it was all obscene.But her slavery... Claire rolled the word around in her mind like she was rolling her clit between her fingers.

Yes, Claire had certainly performed publicly before. She was an exhibitionist. She was frequently on display if only because she needed multiple partners to really gratify her needs. She needed to suck cockand be fucked. She got off seeing people become aroused watching her take pleasure as her lovers used her. Of seeing men hungry for their turn to have her and knowing her constant sexual need was a huge turn on to them; the frankness of her naked craving for their cocks and the orgasms that kept her sane. Displaying that need roused them, spawned equal lust in their eyes, the drip of their precum a match to the wetness oozing continually from her cunt. Seeing her own need mirrored in their lust amplified her arousal in a dizzying spiral.

But now she was performing not only for her own gratification, but because she had beenordered to submit in precisely this way. No matter that she would willingly frig her cunt until she became incapable of ...

... continuing. But now her lust had been made a commodity. People were betting on the chance to own her for a day, or for at least 15 minutes. She was being wholly objectified by her owner who got more satisfaction imposing his control over her than he did using her himself. Underneath all the arousal she felt from her public masturbation and that strangers were fucking her across the finish line, or that they would soon begin to beat her, beyond all this stimulation there lurked the darker siren pleasure of knowing sheobeyed. She obeyed her owner. She wasn't doing whatshe wanted but whatHe demanded, whatHe'd arranged, whatHe expected of her. She was cumming in submission to Him. The depth of her willing surrender blew a hole in her psyche. It opened a deep pit of carnality inside her that until now, she'd never fully known existed.

With Ben and with others, there had been an aspect of submission. She had always done as she was told as a means of gratifying them, and this increased her own pleasure. But what Mr. Lester was doing now, what she was experiencing as hissex slave was adding another entire dimension to her previous notions of submission. Guests would soon beat her, and as she continued to cum, even more would be permitted to hurt her. And she would become aroused, as always, when they got off on abusing her. Her coiled need was happy at the prospect of tonight's abundance. But more important, like a stone slab beneath the entire proceeding, was new awareness that she ...