Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... to erotize the sensations of being flayed. She had to embrace suffering for his pleasure; let her masochism feed on his pleasure and channel the pain into her own deepest arousal.

Her screams eventually ceased, replaced by a throbbing hum as each fresh strike landed. The energy she shared now was still high, still near the bounds of her capacity to keep from breaking into frenzied panic and agony. But he felt her mount the pain, sensed she'd finally unblocked an opening to the space where the pain could flow; could be gathered and used to fuel her mounting release.

Jeremy began thrusting steadily into her gagged opening, slowly pulling out his thick meat and then running it back through the heavy brass ring keeping her jaw open. The underside of his cock slithered over the dense brass ring onto the soft wet warmth of Claire's welcoming tongue.

The ring limited her participation mostly to just being skull fucked. But she used the broad flat middle of her tongue as a plush platform to cradle his meat as it slid in and out. As he pistoned, she began to spear his blunt sensitive tip as it entered, using just her pointed tongue tip. As the shaft slid by, she used it to flick and swish along the soft sensitive urethral bulge and the frenulum. He was impressed with her creativity and effort. The ring gag was oral bondage. The "juice" was really all about her vulnerability; about having no way to deny his cock access to her mouth. But even so, even in such abject ...

... submission, arms cuffed behind her back, on her knees at the altar of his groin, taking the whip, she strained to pleasure his cock in whatever small ways she could as she was used.

God fuck me but I love masochistic sluts! Jeremy didn't spend much time analyzing his kinks. He only knew when he started in the lifestyle, he beat kinky women because it was freaky and they got off really hard. He'd heard about women getting wet from being hurt, but it had taken actually doing it once before he really believed it.

The slut had insisted she wanted to be put over his knees and spanked. She'd lifted her skirt and bent herself over his knees. She wore no panties and this alone had sent a stab of lust into his thickening meat. As she settled onto him fully her hair, draped over her head like a veil, had hidden hid her from him, made her somehow anonymous. Only the milk white skin of her bare ass cheeks was presented to him. Those cheeks then stretched and parted to reveal wet pink pussy lips. The sweet smell of her arousal wafted up to him on a moist wave of fragrant heat. He'd started spanking her.

"Hard fucker! Harder! Hurt me dammit!" So, he started whaling on her long and hard, so hard he burst a blood vessel in the palm of his hand. He broke off occasionally; shoved stinging fingers deep into her slick open cunt; slathered the juices coating his hand all across the hot burning flesh of her red ass cheeks. Then he hit more, the flat impacts made more vicious and stingy from the ...