Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... to her core as she quickly rekindled the flames of her arousal. Soon her eyes became pinched, the incipient orgasm pressing her for release.

He cradled the back of her head lightly and took a deep breath, letting loose some of his own sexual tension, relaxing his bladder so the urine could start to flow. In truth he didn't have to pee that badly, having taken a big piss on her cunt not too long before. He hadn't wanted to overwhelm her though, the first time out, with a torrent of piss to handle. Still, there was some pressure and after a moment he felt his bladder release the flow.

Jim grasped the base of his cock with one hand, index finger poised over the urethra to cut off flow long enough for Claire to swallow each mouthful. In theory she should be able to swallow while taking more piss into her mouth simultaneously - just like from a drinking fountain. But he expected some gagging and choking the first few times out and didn't want her spluttering piss all over his legs and crotch.

Claire was concentrating on holding back her cum. ordinarily it would not be much of a trick: Mr. Lester had taught her quite well in that regard. But she was having a hard time calibrating her arousal as she waited to receive Jim's pee.The floodgate is open. Claire cracked an inward smile at the simile.Is there anything my cunt won't eroticize!? This man I hardly know, who bought me with a raffle ticket for god's sake, by guessing how many times I'd make myself cum, he's about to ...

... pee in my mouth! I'll be drinking piss any second and I can barely keep from cumming.

Claire thought back to watching Mr. and Mrs. Lester performing this same act and realized part of why she seemed to be so receptive to what was about to happen. Whenever Mrs. Lester drank her Master's pee, when he was finished with her, had squeezed the last few drops on her tongue, she always seemed so... peaceful and centered. And He... His face shone with tenderness and pride. There was something profoundly intimate about the sharing between them and watching them, it always made Claire feel a little... envious and, well, excluded. She wanted someone to serve so completely, so intimately. It might or might not be Jim someday, but she realized she was ready now to take the first step toward making such a future for herself.

The earlier epiphany echoed back in her head:I am a slave. A slave does its master's bidding. If Master wants me to drink his pee, to use me as a personal toilet then that is what I will do. I take dicks that fuck my ass and suck on them until they come. Urine is sterile. It is my obligation as a sex slave not to reject the offering of my Master; do nothing that to makes him feel his offering is repellant. I will be obedient and give him no cause to punish me. I will show him honor.

Claire's cum receded as she waited, her "Master's" penis lying heavily on her tongue. Then she felt the stirring, the slight plumping of his member as the urethra expanded with the ...