Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... What's your thinking?"

"Well, I'm totally happy to take your advice, but my thinking is that two studs would be mounted way to the back, side by side, and the third much closer to the front and in the middle of the tongue. She's got no gag reflex, so the back studs would give good pressure on a cock tip going nuts deep. The front stud's for playing with the tip when she's licking the ice cream cone, you know? And for licking clits."

"You're confident you're gonna be that deep, that much?"

"Rick, don't take my word for it. Take her for a test drive. One of Claire's favorite things in the world is being choked out on cock. That means deep. You'll see what I mean."

"Well, ol' Lester told no lie. She's sweet meat for real. So, out of professional necessity mind you, I'm gonna take you up on the offer." Rick turned his attention to Claire who was struggling a bit with this turn of events. It was all so...public! She realized that, with few exceptions, she'd always been in a private home when she'd had sex, real sex, andalways when it was kinky sex. She was certainly no stranger to being given to strange men, but... well it was juststrange, dammit! She'd never feltthis objectified, and that was saying something.

She was about to suck a cock like it was...a ruler; like someone measuring my bra size, or my inseam! Claire found it so very clinical on the one hand and so ultimately, intimately degrading on the other. One of the raffle ticket winners had taken her to a ...

... boutique and had her try on a variety of lingerie. She'd stripped in the showroom and been put into the outfits by a very sensuous saleswoman, who'd obviously been used to performing such intimate fittings. She'd poured Claire's breasts into tight shelf bras; snugged rail-thin g-strings up her ass crack and patted them smooth over her pudenda; stockings smoothed up her inner thighs. That had a hint of what this felt like.

But shit, my own fucking goddamn flesh. My tongue! They're putting studs in my fucking tongue! Jim wants a mechanically modified mouth to suck cock better! There was something dark about this that rocked Claire to her core, that she couldn't quite get a handle on. Lots of people get tongue studs! Yeah, but they make the decision to get studded! Nobody's asking me!

Jim, and by extension she knew, Richard Lester, had made this decision on her behalf. In blunt terms, herowners were surgically altering her body to make her even more of a slut than she was naturally. It wasn't a boob job, but it was surgical augmentation, different mostly in scale but not principle from getting implants, or a face lift. And really it was even more obvious than those two examples.

Every time I open my mouth in public people are gonna see and they're gonna know I got them so I could improve my cock sucking. Just talking to someone. Open up to take a bite of food. Laugh. Yawn, Shit! Everybody knows exactly why I've got studs in my tongue. Christ! It's bad enough guys can't ...