Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... her drench herself in his urine and was now amusing himself by viciously kicking her cunt, inflicting terrible pain - and witnessing that the abuse aroused her. She was helpless, vulnerable to this man, to any man really, who was aware of her nature. Juice poured from her cunt, atomized into a fine mist as blow after blow landed. Jim paused briefly and spoke.

"You wanna know why I'm kicking your cunt Claire? I mean, yeah, you know I'm a sadist and I know that' gotta hurt." For emphasis he kicked her again.

"Answer me slut! Why do you think I'm kicking you in the cunt!?" Again his foot slammed against her core making her cry out. It took all of her will to shift away from the shocking pain and heavy lust pooling in her belly; to relight the circuits connecting brain to breath, to think and speak.

"I don't know Sir" she gasped, fear of the truth roiling her guts, her face burning with shame. The same shame she felt each time some new abuse lit her up instead of making her recoil. "But please Sir, if you'll let me, it's about to make me cum. Please Sir, keep kicking me!"God how am I ever going to save myself! Nothing is ever too much! God help me I want him to destroy me! I believe I might literally cum as he killed me.

Claire couldn't keep from waving her cunt, arching her pelvis. Its emptiness ached. She had no more words. She could only grind her face deeply in the urine knowing it was true that she was utterly submissive to the will of any man sent by Mr. ...

... Lester to use her any way they pleased. The battered flesh of her crushed cunt lips throbbed with need, not pain. She didn't care why he kicked her; cared only that he keep kicking her through one brutal orgasm after another.I'm so fucking close!

"Fair enough slut. You've earned it. Just don't you think about cumming until I tell you to." Jim shook his head. He didn't need her pussy in any shape to fuck. After talking to Mr. Lester, he'd decided on using her ass and mouth exclusively for his cock. He was all onboard about severing whatever twisted connection she had about needing cock in her cunt. If it was up to him, she might never take a cock in her cunt again.

He let loose another powerful kick. He'd got the rhythm worked out so each time he let loose he scored a solid hit. Cunt juice went flying in a fine mist. Claire grunted low and deep, rocking with the impact but he could tell she was welcoming it. Her back was deeply arched, hips held high, spreading her cunt to reveal the milky cream of her arousal flowing freely from her fuck hole. Forearms wedged solidly against the tub walls, Claire held her cunt steady as a target. Everything about her position and demeanor screamed her welcome of the abuse. He kicked her cunt again, solidly. A wolfish grin spread across his face as he embraced his sadism; felt the shackles of convention snake away. So often there was that line not crossed. On one side, pain was dished out yes, but the inflection was on constraint. Don't hurt ...