Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... reverie was short lived though. Hands grabbed her upper arms and hauled her upright, blinking, onto her feet.

"That series of cums brings your count to 86." Claire heard Mr. Lester announce. "As it turns out, four of you bet she'd cum less than 85 times or less. You will now have your time with Claire. Since its ten minutes past 11:00, and you each get 15 minutes, that is essentially the end of the competition, since it will be past midnight before you're done using her. Four of you bet she'd cum 86 times or more. Some of you betmuch more. To be fair I'm going to take the four closest to 86, high or low and you four will be given a 24-hour period as Claire's Master. The next closest four, again, high or low, will get to beat her now for 15 minutes each."

Claire was being led to the St. Andrews Cross during the announcement and was quickly tied to the frame at multiple points so that she was effectively immobilized. A stranger came forward and slipped a leather hood over her head, blotting out her vision and blurring her hearing. Claire inhaled the rich aroma of leather through small nose holes. A leather penis gag was inserted into her mouth and was strapped into place. The hood had a ring affixed at its top and this was also secured to the frame. Claire tested the bonds only enough to confirm that she had no range of motion and sank back into the mindless haze she'd been reduced to over the evening.

Claire's ass and cunt throbbed from arousal. The whipping and ...

... hickory paddling had pumped fluids to her breasts and thighs and made them incredibly stiff and puffy, which was its own form of erotic stimulation. She was flying from sexual stimulation and internal opiates, mindless and receptive for whatever would follow. The strict bondage made her feel submissive and secure. She had no control over what was coming next and welcomed the freedom to simply receive whatever these Dominants were going to do. They could not see her face, and her screams would be blunted. She was utterly resigned to the fresh assaults being planned, trusting Mr. Lester to keep her from permanent harm, even as he encouraged them to inflict terrible pain. Her complete vulnerability and profound submission kept her cunt well lubricated.

Suddenly she felt warm breath at her crotch, then the silk of her woman's face pressing to her mons, her tongue snaking its way through her lips and deep into her swollen cunt. She moaned into her gag. She imagined the entire crowd watching as the woman feasted at her pussy. She felt oddly humiliated. Yes, she'd taken thick meat again and again up her cunt and ass the past several hours; had given a show to the entire house graphically displaying her inexhaustible capacity of have orgasms and how receptive she was to sexual submission virtually any way a person might want her. She'd cum like a banshee literally dozens of times for hours now, keeping her thighs shamelessly spread to feature the obscene size and stiffness of her clit ...