Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... his piss slit in a gossamer thread to the floor, he nudged her ribs again, setting off a crescendo of new agony in Claire's nipples. Through the red haze of pain washing over her, Claire complied, mortified again at her stupidity.

"Well now that Claire'sfinally with the program, lets us see what we've got, eh? The man knelt down, making a production of peering up between both sets of legs at their cunts. Next, he leaned forward hands to either side of their hips, lowered his head to just above their crotches and sniffed loudly.

Speaking back toward the three men still in the living room he said, "Well, I'll tell you what guys. They both smell pretty ripe for the fucking. Not gonna be any problems with a dry hole I'm sure, since they both got slick wet thighs almost to their knees. But truth to tell, it's a bit hard to tell from this angle which one is wetter. I just can't get a good look at the pink bits. Girls, let's have you bend your knees and spread em. That should give me a pretty clear view of which one of you is wetter." He gave a wicked chuckle when Claire bent her knees and sighed.

Now both women were lying with their thighs spread open wide, arms still extended but the clamps more relaxed than before. They watched intently as he towered over them taunting them with his thick stiff cock, peering intently at their exposed cunts. As he languidly stroked his meat and leered at them, it occurred to Claire that she didn't even know what the point of the ...

... inspection was. Who had the wettest cunt, yes, but to what point? He'd never mentioned what prize would be received by the wettest of the two. She shivered, not sure whether being the "winner" of this contest was really going to be a good thing.

Soon, he knelt down. "Well, no surprise, Claire's clit looks locked and loaded, but that fucking thing is just a freak of nature. Honey, does that little fucker ever relax? Now Kay is looking pretty sloppy, but maybe that's just that greater... what did we call it, flexibility?... yeah, thatflexibility that comes from... uh, from her what?... from her greater...experience. Yeah." He looked Kay in the eyes and grinned. "Your extraexperience... washing Mr. Lester's floors and all... it's making that pussy all relaxed and flexible, isn't it you fucking slut?"

Kay burned from the humiliation of this verbal taunting about her age and her "sagging" bits. Clearly, she was no longer a teen ager, but neither was she a flabby sack of skin. While it burned being so cruelly judged against Claire's nubile flesh, Kay let her eyes drift to the hard cock and licked her lips, smiling, as another gob of precum oozed from its tip. Kay mumbled into her gag, making it clear that if he wanted an answer, he'd have to removed it. He grinned at her and bending down, released the gag.

Kay worked her jaw a bit and then spoke. "Yes Sir, my cunt gets very relaxed making Master's guests welcome in his House. And as you say, I have much more experience than Claire ...