Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... a long time, he was whipping me. Hard... my tits, nipples. Cock!? Something about cock. I was so fucking angry.

Angry? Why was I angry?

He was whipping me!...??...

No! I love how Mr. Lester whips me. He was... he wasn't... he wouldn't...

Cock! He wouldn't give me his cock!... Huh?

He gives me cock all the time. His... Others. Lots of others.

How could I almost cum and not feel it coming?

When Claire had sex, of any kind, the pleasurable feelings built up, sometimes fast, sometimes less fast. But when she came, there was always - always - that delicious anticipation. She thought of it as a cup filling to its brim, the quicksilver of pleasure, liquid and heavy, welling into her core, gathering force and volume as she fed from her lover, or from her own hand. Feeding. Filling. Until finally it rose, shimmering, trembling, breathless at the crest for that brief, brief eternity. Before falling, cascading, soaring from that highest possible point of containment, over the edge in wave upon wave of violent carnal release that washed away reason and, for a time, quelled the hunger that seemed always to gnaw at that deep place in her.

"Claire? Claire!"

Claire snapped to alertness as Mr. Lester's voice finally forced its way through her confusion.

"Yes Master. I mean, what... Sir. I'm..."

Mrs. Lester floated into Claire's field of vision. She reached out her hand and stroked the young girl's forehead. Claire felt a tension ease she hadn't noticed and ...

... sighed. Her nerves were still singing from the harsh whipping even as the languor of her orgasm began settling in. The next thing Claire knew her Mistress had closed the distance between them. She'd pressed her own nakedness against her burning flesh. Claire sighed again into the comfort of her Mistress stroking her hair and shushing her gently.

"You don't need to speak Claire. Just try to be here. You'd gone... squirrelly for a bit. Do you remember?"

Claire tried to clear her mind of cobwebs. Thinking was like wading through nightmare sand. So much effort and still back in the same place.

Cock!

God, enough with the fucking COCK already! What the fuck!

Claire let her attention drift down. She became aware once more of the chastity belt and the plugs fitted into her cunt and anus. She arched her back trying to increase the friction. The dildos didn't feel big. Just a little bit of pressure. Enough to let her know she wasn't empty... and that she couldn't get fuller.

"Claire?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Do you remember us talking about you going squirrelly?"

Claire thought to herself for a moment. Her hair had been pulled. She could feel a soreness in her scalp. It was hard to concentrate. Her cunt was sooo slippery. She tried to tighten her cunt walls around the slim plug to little effect. She ground her hips trying for more sensation. She felt a breeze slip past the leather flap that cradled her pussy; felt the warm juices from her cum cool as the breeze hit ...