Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... hips jerked back and wrenched the slightly diminshed cock from where it had joined her flesh; the thick flesh of his semi-flaccid meat slithering from deep inside her. Soon, his seminal fluids leaked from her cunt and dribbled down her thighs and she remained utterly still.

Jim turned from Claire, finished with her. This...disdain, blasted at Claire's psyche more perhaps than any other aspect of being a fuck toy. The utter disinterest she often seemed to feel from men after they rutted her. It stoked a feeling of dehumanization in her which ironically, validated her overwhelming sense of sexual objectification. She'd served his need. She would again when she was next wanted.

She often felt like a bitch in heat, willing to fuck anything that mounts her. The studs don't care. All of them have her. One after another. A bitch in heat can't help herself. Can't save herself once it starts. She needs it. She wants them in her. Her pussy aches for cock. Claire's eyes closed and she drifted away to the vision. Insistent pheromones signaling heat, need. Creating fever.I've been circled by a pack of men like that, hungering, stiff cocks demanding, insistent, uncaring, eyed like meat. Knowing it won't stop, can't be stopped, can only stop when each has quenched their hardness in me, after I'm drenched in their cum and they discard me. Claire began moaning.

Whap! Claire's head snapped up as Jim's fist gripped her hair and he slapped her.

Whap! Pain in the hair roots, her head ...

... flung in the opposite direction as he backhanded her.

"You with me slut?" Whap!

"Uh... yes Sir." Claire clawed her way back to reason. Almost. The cunt torture: Jim's naked foot smashing her cunt lips. Him having her. Endless waves of ecstasy flooding through her.

Whap! The wave of oblivion receded. She felt cum drying on her thighs. Felt her cheeks burning from being slapped. Smelled urine. Felt the syrupy coating clinging to her skin; crystals of it drenching her hair. Felt her cunt throbbing. Bruised, swollen lips. Aching deep inside, throbbing, insistent, hungry. Empty. So empty! Her hips waggled. Her thighs spread as she was lowered, her breasts, her belly, wallowing once more in the warmth of Jim's urine.

The cold spray of the hand shower stunned her as it invaded her cunt. Her asshole puckered from the cold stinging that then moved across her back, doused the back of her head, moving around, stinging needles directed straight into her face.

"Stand up Claire!" She gasped, sputtered. Shocking cold.

Claire pushed up onto all fours, gathered her will, sat back on haunches and lifted her torso upright. Pulled up one knee; sole of one foot planted, pushed, lifted herself out of the urine, standing now on two legs as the cold water continued to spray her flesh clean of the accumulated urine and cum. The spray stopped.

Claire couldn't focus enough to count the weeks,the months? It didn't really matter. She was a slave. What difference did a week or a month ...