Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... during passion. Slippery, slimy, pungent excretions of all manner were swapped heedlessly. She'd been spat upon. She licked pussy. She swallowed cum. Had been covered in cum deposited on her by gangs of men over the course of hours. Had cum rubbed into her flesh where it dried, tightening as it caked to her skin and hair. It's chlorine scent rising from between her breasts, where she'd been told to leave it; to remind her for hours after of her status as a cum soaked slut.

I'm a slut. I love everything about getting men... and now women, off. And I am Master's slave now. I am a slave at least for the summer and Master has given me to Jim for this time. Jim wants me wallowing in piss. It makes him hot to watch me swim in piss. Great! It's nasty? So what? It won't kill me and it will arouse Him. Serving Jim would be my purpose as his slave. Arousing Him - slave or not - is what I crave most in life. If this makes Him hard, if it leads Him to the cliff I make him fall off... that power, the power to pull him over the edge where he drowns himself in my flesh, yielding up to me His essence... dear god help me but it's what I want to do with my life more than anything else.

Claire knew she welcomed her objectification; craved her mouth being made a warm wet hole into which men were freed by her Master to spill their slippery salty milk. That women were free to smother with their dripping cunts; letting cum of their lovers slither out their gaping, just-fucked holes onto her ...

... waiting tongue, into her hungering gullet. She ached to be their receptacle. What had the first few times seemed... alien, maybe somewhat unpleasant and maybe even revolting - being so completely inundated by the taste and texture and smell of cum flooding her mouth, coating her tongue; snorting it through her nose those times she'd struggled with the jets of thick milky cum splattering the back of her throat, making her choke and cough... Claire shivered. Now, just thinking of those sensations made her wet, beckoned to her, made her squirm, made her core ache with desire; actually made her salivate: to be used just that way.

And how many times had that first invasion, the moment the cock slid past her lips to meet her eager tongue; how many times had that first eager contact included the sour wash of urine? It was part of the point, really. Sucking cock and licking cunt: the flesh isn't antiseptic. It's not always, or even usually preceded by a shower. Part of what made sucking cock so visceral, so potent and erotic was precisely that nastiness involved in putting into her mouth an organ mostly used to piss. Accepting the urine into her as incidental - no, not incidental -elemental - taking a mouthful of piss was somethingelemental to the act of beingmade by a man to suck His cock, or beingput to the task of licking a woman's cunt. The inherent selfishness of the act -they would be pleasured whileshe would not - it included their knowledge that a mouthful of their stale ...