Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... from his cock was a constant slick salty sensation on her tongue. She wanted to use her lips to compress his urethra and squeeze it out in thick gobs as she normally did, but contented herself with the constant trickle he deposited with each stroke. The taste of him diffused through her whole mouth and she settled into the pleasurably hungry haze that always enveloped her while milking a dick of its cum.

Master really meant it about submission. This "O" ring and the handcuffs make me so fucking passive. I can't work his dick; can't suck it, nibble it, scrape it, stroke it. He's got my head locked steady. Nothing. Just a warm wet hole for him to fuck. A warmth spread from her core at the thought.

Jeremy worked a steadyglug, glug, glug out of Claire as he stuffed her to his nuts and then withdrew in a steady deep throat. He frankly preferred it when she was able to suck but the ring gag was creating an interesting power dynamic and he was making up for the lack of suction with the thrill of raping her mouth. Things only got better when he saw Richard lining up behind her with a single tail. Claire was oblivious and suddenly he was pretty happy about that "O"ring keeping her jaw open. The first lash was gonna hurt like a mother fucker and without the ring, he wasn't real confident she wouldn't clamp down hard on his dick when the shock hit. He turned his gaze from Richard and looked down at her face.

Surprise cunt!

Claire heard the whip leader sing just before it ...

... laid a ribbon of fire across her shoulder blades. Jeremy's grip on her head tightened and he stuffed his dick down her throat at the same time she started to scream.

"Oh yeah bitch, scream on that meat!"

Oh Christ, Oh Christ. Aaggh that fucking hurts!

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Mr. Lester immediately established a quick rhythm after the first lash fell. She realized there would be no warm up, that the tit whipping was to be her only prep. She kept screaming as the whip landed again and again, hard, fast and merciless. None of the strikes were as bad as the first surprise hit but Mr. Lester came at her hard. Line after line of burning pain tore across her back, her arms and ribs; her ass and even the soles of her feet. He spread the strikes randomly letting mostly just the tip pop her so the whip wouldn't wrap onto Jeremy's legs. It was a high stingy pain; pain that made her nerves sing; made her want to hiss and tighten; kept her on the edge of completely breaking down. It was a while before she could adjust to the punishment, and all that while, Jeremy's thick rigid cock stayed lodged deep down her throat, unabashedly kept there to best soak up the unique ululations of her agony. Jeremy was a connoisseur of her pain. The friction of her throat, clogged by his cock as she screamed, was a delicious dish to be savored. He loved seeing her struggle to submit; to overcome the instinct to thrash and rebel. He watched her strive to rise above the assault being inflicted on her; ...