Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... the gag!

Jim had been watching and realized why she was hesitating. He was impressed.That's one submissive little slut! He came to her from behind and unbuckled the gag, easing it from her aching jaws. Gratefully Claire worked the stiff muscles, relaxing her jaw, smeared some of the drool off her chin. She'd planned on wiping it off onto her chest, then realized her chest was full of needles. She moved lower, remembered the needles studding her torso, her belly. She ended up just wiping the drool onto the top of her thighs. Now she was ready.

Claire carefully gathered the tips of her breasts into one hand, to avoid any of the needle tips scraping against Bill. She leaned forward and slurped his now shrunken dick into her mouth. She repeated his earlier trick of squeezing his shaft and managed to milk a few more drops of thin cum from his tip. Even blind, she still managed to catch each of the little pearls on the tip of her tongue as they emerged from his slit. Once she'd completely drained his lizard, she tongued around and under his ball sack, down his taint and then started lapping at the mixture of fluids pooled in the hollow of his flat abdomen. She was conscious that the crowd was probably looking up her spread, juicing cunt as she worked. She blushed as she felt more juices start flowing. She felt obscene and slutty but regardless, or because of those feelings, Claire spread her thighs wider so anyone looking could see the fresh new juices dripping from her ...

... pussy.

Claire had cleaned everything she could reach when Bill took hold of her head. "Good job, slut. Now get off me." His tone was flat and devoid of any kindness or appreciation. Bill had used her to cum and to clean him up and now he had no further use for her. Claire felt a twinge of shame. Not at what she'd done, or even at the way he felt free to address her as athing, worthy of only his barest civility. No, she felt shame because his tone, his casual contempt... she didn't find any of it wrong!He treated me like a sex slave, and sex slaves are used and treated like fuck meat. She actually felt validated because he'd used her just like the slave she aspired to be! God help her, his contempt left her feeling sexy and ready for more abuse.

She straightened her torso and lifted her dripping crotch up off his knees where she'd been grinding it against his knee caps. Back straight, skewered tits jutting proudly, she looked down and said, "Thank you, Sir. I'm glad my cunt was pleasing." She swung off his legs and crawled forward. She was weak from cumming. She wanted to settle her belly and chest onto the floor but didn't want her pierced nipples grinding into the carpet. She opted instead forshe-sleen pose, resting on all fours, like a sway back horse. Her head and mane hung down. Her udders swayed to the rhythm of her heart beat. She kept her thighs spread, her pussy lips split open and... waited, a little dazed, all the abuse and cumming she'd been put through this ...