Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... on her knees while he pumped his meat down her throat. He especially loved it when they wereordered to suck him off. None of this shit about doing him some kind of favor. And the beauty of it was, most all of his customers were really good at it! Shit, they were getting studsbecause they loved sucking cock. Loved it so much they didn't care that the stud made their passion for sucking cock a matter of public knowledge. For some the exhibitionism was a big part of the appeal: "Yeah, babe, it's a tongue stud. What the fuck elsewould it be for!? Curious?" For others, the shy ones, it was an unavoidable side effect of their priorities: they wanted to offer the embellishment of a stud rubbing against the cock's they sucked; wanted to be the best possible cock suckers they could be. And so, they simply had to live with the notoriety the stud entailed. Sometimes he had to re-pierce these ones, who often took the studs out too frequently, letting their holes close accidently.

Getting his cock sucked by his prospective patients happened a lot in his business; kinky couples, the Dominant giving him his "tip" in advance. The women, some shy and embarrassed, other's bold and turned on by the objectification. He'd done a number of Mr. Lester's novice slaves the past several years and like this bitch, none of them were clued in beforehand. It was Lester's way of hitting them over the head with their slavery, hammering their dignity, eroding their sense of autonomy. It was just a ...

... small piercing. Hell, take it out and nobody would ever know they'd been studded. But something profound happened when it hit the bitches that they'd lost that control; that a Master had ordered their bodies were gonna be violated and the stud was gonna 'out them' as cocksucker sluts and they had no say. Some cried. Other's got really horny. But happy or sad, every one of Lester's bitches had sucked his cock - well - and without a word of protest. And then submitted to having their tongues pierced. Just like this one. The man had a system, for sure.

Claire kept steady on her knees, hands locked behind her head as he'd directed, letting him control her. On top of realizing she was about to get studs put in her tongue -and not "a" stud but three for Christ's sake - it was unsettling being given to this stranger and then watching Jim leave to go look at the jewelry display. She got the power dynamic of a man "giving" her to someone else to blow, or fuck or whatever: it turned her on to be that submissive and she got how much it would be a turn-on to be that dominant. But in those situations, the dominant had always watched. Maybe it was seeing the evidence of her obedience, the validation of his control. Or the eroticism of watching her bring a man to climax, her eagerness to make a man, any man - or woman - cum, their loss of control arousing her. Or watching as she was made to cum, helpless to deny her nature, needing to cum regardless of who it was using her. And because her ...