Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... cleaning up all the messes they leave behind." Then, looking him once more in the eyes, she stretched her arms to their maximum and sighed. Another gob of precum slithered to the floor. "See Sir, you're already making a mess of His clean floors."

"Not as much as you slut. Christ, her butt's sliding around in a pool of jizz. That is your jizz, right slut? Not some soapy water you left behind? Oh, but wait, Claire's got game too! Yeah, slick as snot that floor looks under her ass.

"Well shit ladies! Now we got a conundrum on our hands. Ain't no way we can tell anymore who got off most cleaning the damn floor. Stupid Claire here, well who knows if she's wet from the cleaning or from all the extra pain she got to enjoy because she couldn't properly follow simple directions. And Kay, what with all her extraexperience: can't tell if her cunt is all turned on or just permanentlyflexible.

"So, here's what we're gonna do. You two are going to jerk yourselves off and whichever cums first wins. Start now!"

It took Claire a moment to realize the predicament: her hands were still tied to the scrub brush. But still, she had the brush rubbing her cunt at almost the same time Kay started in on herself. The tension of the clamps eased on her nipples and a wave of relaxation washed over her. Now there was just a dull numb pressure, but her nipples and clit still throbbed, linked by an erotic connection as powerful as the metal chains still joining them together.

The stiff ...

... plastic bristles bit and stung as they pressed past the slippery layer of cunt juice coating her swollen lips. The hard plastic of the brush knocked against the clover clamp sending jolts of pain and pleasure singing along between her clit and nipples, traveling through her womb, making it shudder. As the man had observed, Claire was tremendously aroused by the hour or so of erotic self-torture she'd endured for the benefit of the men watching her and Kay. The long aching stretches, her cunt spreading each fourth stroke; nipples and clit stretching painfully, cool air tickling her swampy gaping pussy.

The smell of the precum still wafter into her nose and four cocks were getting stiff watching her masturbate. Win or lose this contest, she had no doubts about the outcome of the evening. Her hands were bound to either side of the large brush. Turning hand over hand awkwardly, one wrist bent painfully, she ground the back end of the brush deep into her slit and tilted it up, groaning as bristles scraped across her swollen G-spot. Again, she pressed it deep as she could, the hard square end wedging its way past the opening until her hand impeded further progress. She ground the hard plastic against her slit, opening herself so more bristles could scrape the hard g-spot nub from behind. She half sat up, feet flat on the floor, knees bent as she sought to impale herself more deeply with the giant brush. Her tits pressed together, the clamps swinging wildly as she rammed the brush into ...