Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... stranger kept a steady pace going, sliding his thick meat in and out, nuts deep into her still raised ass, each thrust digging the needles deeper. Jeremy stepped over and planted his Doc Marten boot on her spine, wiggled and pressed, adding even more pressure on them, sinking the needles deeper into her tit meat. Her hiss was its own reward.

Kay lay pinned to the floor. Jeremy's boot was on her back grinding needles into her flesh and a thick cock was pounding up her ass. She looked over to see Richard watching her, smiling. He broke the eye contact briefly to lay the leather whip across young Claire's hips. Kay saw her twitch but she stayed still, took the hit and waited for more. Richard looked back her way, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in the fullness of her violation. He licked his lips. Lust shown in his eyes.

A glistening thread of precum dangled from the tip of her Master's cock, a gossamer thread stretching downward. Kay longed to catch it in her tongue but she couldn't. She was already serving a cock. It was filling her ass and it felt too good and she was where He wanted her anyway. Yes, He was whipping Claire, who did his bidding, who now, more deeply than ever before, hecontrolled. She knew He was enjoying the challenge of molding her, healing her hopefully. But Kay was confident it was she, bleeding and broken, her ass opened by the relentless cock,welcoming the violation,craving it;that was the source of her Master's leakage.

If he wants me ...

... to clean it, He'll do something about it. Until then I'm right where He wants me, doing exactly what He wants me doing. Being a slut. Needing pain. Fulfilling my purpose for his pleasure.

And oh god it felt so delicious. She was stretched and loose. The cock slid effortlessly into her bowels, hot and rigid, pressing in all the right ways, filling all the right spaces. Eyes locked on those of her Master, Kay let the pain and degradation fuse with the tension and heat boiling from her core. Jeremy's boot compressing her rib cage, making it hard to breathe. Confinement, compression built the heat, left no outlet. Her eyes widened as the pressure to cum expanded throughout her body.

He's watching this. My god! He's seeing everything. He can't feel what I feel but he can see more than I ever can; the guy shoving his cock up my ass, the look on his face, his ass flexing, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, holding me still, making me take him; Jeremy's boot on my back, the whip marks, blood. Me. My face. My whole body drinking in all their abuse, their lust. Getting ready. Letting them, needing them to make me cum. He sees it all! Oh God. He knows exactly what it's all doing to me, how much I need it, what I've become. What He's made me.

Richard watched as Kay struggled to maintain her contact with him, her eyes beseeching, pleading and ultimately apologizing as the orgasm took her, severed her awareness of all but the screaming of a billion nerve cells firing all at ...