Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... urine would more often than not be part of the deal. Part of the juice, part of theungh of it all for them was the power ofputting it in her; and for her: beingmade to take it, craving her use, piss and all.

Claire shivered as she groveled in the urine knowing it would happen again; knowing in her soul that someday - soon - she would not even need the pain to get off; that simply being peed on, especially between her legs, a strong stream of hot piss pelting her clit... oh god, it would be enough. Nothing a man had ever done to her, or had her do for him to make him come, had ever failed to arouse her -eventually. She was sure this would be no different. She knew in her soul that, looking back, she would mark this very moment as her erotic submission to piss play.

Claire cried out from the sharp pain of his hot rigid flesh thrusting past her crushed cunt lips. But the pressure of those swollen lips was the only resistance his cock encountered. Claire knew her cunt was primed and receptive. Between her previous visitor's cum still embedded in her cunt, and the copious nectar squeezed from her by the ruined orgasm, Jim entered the lush cavity between her legs cleanly, his cock colliding with and pushing past her cervix with his first thrust and every one of the following rapid fire penetrations.

Claire forgot the pain as her cunt stretched to embrace the width of Jim's large cock. She felt her flesh conforming to his shape, welcoming his rampage. She held herself ...

... steady, her elbows locked, head hanging loose, drool slipping from slack lips as the pleasure of her rape washed through her soul. She was dimly aware that Jim was watching her becoming mindless, lost in the blank grip of her nearly animalistic eroticism.

Three and four times each day she was taken, sometimes as many as six. Each time began with this type of thrust, and the feeling of a cock rapidly thickening to its full girth, swelling in increments, until it began to bludgeon past her lips, stretch them, and press past the rough swollen bulb of her g-spot. Her lips, stretched wide grasping the whole of each cock into her canal.

And that's where Jim was now, fucking her. She rode her orgasm, her fingers now furiously rubbing and jerking at her rigidly swollen clit to prolong and amplify it. She brought herself to one cum after another over the five minutes that Jim rode her, until his body stilled, his cock pulsing, ejecting spurt after spurt of hot jizz into the velvet of her pussy. The world fell away and she was conscious only of her core filled to overflowing from the utterly instinctual act of being inseminated. She was chronically reduced to this same animal dumbness, habituated, mindlessly surrendering to the erotic compulsion that drove her from one orgasm to another; a mounting sensual crescendo that racked her core, reason destroyed, utterly overcome by deep psychic and carnal needs she could scarcely comprehend.

Until finally, he was finished with her. His ...