Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... actually. She's "curious" about being done by a girl, don't you know. If you think you could manage not to completely blow her up the first time out, I suspect we could co-top this sweet meat pretty regular. Think you can rein it in a bit for a newbie, just once? Take your hard core shit out on this slut next week and then let's do Ms. Bi-curious a couple days later? And by the way, I'd be happy to help out with this one again. Any time. Just let me know."

"Let me think about it Jer. I'm definitely going to want some alone time. But another co-top with her might be nice. I'm just not quite sure where I want to go with her just yet. Let's see, OK?"

"No sweat Jen."

Claire lay still during this exchange feeling more and more objectified. Being used like a kinky blow-up doll didn't bother her. She loved being used to get people off. Her rigid clit was testimony to the fact. She loved being used, especially by men, her eager utter submission getting them off, wanting their cum filling her holes, coating her skin, spilling thick and rich into her eager mouth. Being a cum dump. And increasingly she was craving use as their pain toy; her flesh bound and hurt to enhance their pleasure. Rendered helpless and being slapped, pinched, whipped and pierced. Her agony so intimate, soaked up by them to sate intense, sadistic cravings and twinned sexual hunger.

But she wasn't much liking that nobody was doing anything about gettingher off in the present exchange.

She was ...

... confident that Mr. and Mrs. Lester would not keep her as a slave that was never permitted to cum. But it was dawning on her that a slave didn't get a choice in the matter.

I could be tied up or chained in dozens of ways that would make it impossible for me to get off. Shit, for some people, for instance, a person not too very different from Mr. Lester come think of it...Hmm. For a real control freak: keeping me from getting off? That might be a real turn on for them. Hmm.

She was coming to love sexual torture. But orgasm denial?Whoa! She didn't think much of that idea at all.

CHAPTER 20: PARTY'S OVER. LET'S GET SQUIRELLY!

Mr. Lester decides it's time to meet the Bitch.

Claire wasn't sure what to expect next. Four people had lost their bet. She'd been hooded almost from the start. She'd lost count of who'd been using her. Had all four gotten their turn? Had the needles and the paddling been the end of her torture or was there more coming? Was the double fucking and pussy suffocation part of the pay off? Could she take more? Did she have a choice? Claire lay in a puddle of cum and sweat, high from orgasms and endorphins. Her entire body buzzed and though parts of her, like her breasts and pussy lips were puffy from the physical abuse they'd received, overall, her limbs felt liquid, relaxed and tingly.

Mr. Lester stood a few feet from Claire. She was still hooded. Her thighs and tits especially were a mass of vivid bruises and crimson whip marks. Her hair was stiff ...