Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... the implications - she was no longer hesitant. Need rode her, compelled her. Her fear now was that she'd be denied.I'm so fucking close! He isn'tthat kind of sadist, is he? Would he actually take me this far and not finish me? Please God, no! No!

"Oh god, Sir! Please. I beg you!! Finish me! Make me cum with your belt."

Jim saw the urgency, felt the desperation in Claire's plea. This wasn't some little subby mirroring-back-the-Master's-demand bullshit. It was the real deal.This slut wants it so bad she's afraid she won't get it. Fuck Me!

"Well Claire, we've got a "wee" problem. You took so fucking long to make nice and now I have to wee. So get your hands out of your pussy and get up on your knees."

Claire groaned inwardly. She was mad with the need to be finished; to have the swollen leather laid onto her gaping slit until it made her cum. Somehow, Jim had unlocked a degree of depravity and submission she'd not experienced since... since Ted. She could deny him nothing. She was so aroused she wanted desperately to comply with any demand he made of her hoping only that she would be pleasing to him.

But now he clearly intended to use her mouth as a urinal; intended her to swallow his piss. If he'd simply wanted to empty his bladder, he could have just peed on her as he had before. Her cunt was spread for him; her fat swollen clit the perfect target. She shivered, helplessly aroused, seeing in her mind the arc of his piss aimed at her hole; reliving the sensation ...

... - ­craving it ­- that hot golden stream splattering on her engorged clit.

Claire groaned audibly as she complied; lifted herself from the bathroom floor, crawled the small distance to his feet and came to rest on her knees, her mouth level with the precum smeared across the helmet of Jim's cock head. She could smell his musk, suddenly insane with the need to milk his cock entirely. Her slim fingers ran up his thigh, one hand running lightly over the bulk of his ass cheek, the other cradling his balls. She pressed her face over his cock, drenching her face in his slime. Then she placed it gently onto her waiting tongue. She thought to keep her mouth open, assuming that less contact would help keep him flaccid and better able to release his stream. Then she settled, breathing slowly, eyes looking at his face, waiting for the urine to flow into her mouth.

Jim smiled at her.Well that was easy! I really do need Lester to give me this slut.

"Good girl, Claire. Now put your hands back into your cunt and get yourself right to the edge. Do not come though. Are we clear? Just get yourself close. Soon enough this service will become second nature to you but for now we make it a kind of foreplay, right? Now finger yourself Claire."

He felt Claire's focus easing away from the slug of flesh resting on her tongue as she began working her clit. He felt the slight movement of her arms shifting minutely, guiding her fingers to points of pleasure in her slit; felt her energy sinking ...