Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... answer.

"I asked you a question slut!" Jim was barely whispering but Claire shivered again at the deep menace contained in his softly spoken words.

"I'm sorry Sir! I... I..." She had no words.

Jim wasn't quite sure what was going on.Is this that dissociative shit Lester was talking about? Or did I just kick the brains out of her when I kicked her cunt? Whatever was going on, it didn't seem to Jim as much more than a severe case of Subspace. He'd need to be a bit careful - she was so receptive that her instinct for self-preservation couldn't be relied on - but there sure seemed no reason to stop the scene.

No, quite the opposite!

Claire shivered at the sight of Jim's face. There was a hunger there she recognized. It mirrored the one she was feeling herself right now. The hunger she felt so often, when the men took her over the edge; when she became lost in the sex and violence and the pain and she wanted only more, whatever the cost to her body. Her cunt throbbed from being kicked. But she needed more. Her cunt felt stretched and empty from taking Jim's cock so soon after her previous session. But that emptiness only increased its hunger. Seeing it mirrored in Jim's face, knowing he hungered the same way... she felt a thrill of anticipation mixed with naked fear. God only knew where this would end.

"Please hurt me, Sir" she pleaded in a rough whisper. "Beat me until I come for you again, please. I know my filthy cunt is all stretched out from taking so much ...

... cock, but I can serve your cock with my mouth or my ass. But first Sir, please make me hurt before giving me your cum. It's been a week since Mr. Lester had me pay off the last ticket winner. They were very cruel. But I hardly have any bruises left. Ineed to hurt."

Jim smiled.What a perfect segue to fisting her and putting in the grommet! She already thinks her cunt is unusable. It's certainly not true but I'm not gonna argue. Fucking perfect!

He wrapped a large hand across her throat and began squeezing, less against her windpipe than her carotids to either side. He saw her eyes bulge slightly and her face begin to purple. He didn't want her put out, just made slightly weak and dizzy.

Claire watched with a sort of fascinated anticipation as Jim drew back his hand and slapped her face with moderate force. Then came the backhand. Forehand, backhand. He hit her four or five times, but she was losing count. Still gripped by the throat she closed her eyes in submission to whatever her plea was about to unleash upon her. The slapping was like a caress; a promise of fulfillment.

Jim felt his cock stir at the complete acceptance Claire was offering him. He knew Claire was sexually voracious. He'd heard the stories and had personally seen her take massive amounts of cock and stillneed more. Her appetite for pain though, was less clear to him. But, he had to think, having watched her float into sub-drift from being cunt-kicked and the serene way she was drinking in the face ...