Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... Owner was watching her succumb, knowing he too was getting off on it all. All of these reasons she understood. God! As Rick pumped his cock deep down her willing throat, her cunt started dripping: all the different ways she craved being used, all at the same time. But this. Jim's casual disregard. She felt another manifestation of her slavery click into place: being a commodity that could be given like money, or a gift, a tip. Her owner taking no specific pleasure from how she was used, or how she performed. Trusting simply that shewould perform, after which she would be retrieved like any other object that had performed its function and would do so again, as he desired. This new wrinkle was doing something to her head. And her clit!

And knowing after this piercing she would be even more of a sexual commodity. She'd leavemodified,specialized: fitted with metal studs for no other reason than it would make her better at licking clits and milking cum from men's cocks with her mouth. At the end of the day, Claire had to admit to herself that she'd begun feeling excited at the prospect of her looming modifications.

She looked up at Black Bear, eyes pleading, unable to beg verbally with the thick cock lodged in her mouth, but hoping he knew about her kind, that she needed permission to cum. But his eyes were closed and he started pumping harder. His hands gripped her head to give more solid leverage and he began really skull fucking her. Her jaw was starting to ache but she ...

... kept it open wide, making sure his pistoning dick would not be raked by her teeth. Each time he drove into her mouth he hit the back of her throat and rammed past the glottal stop. Claire heard the "glug, glug, glug" and knew anybody else in the shop would have no doubt was happening to her. On and on he rammed it down her throat until finally, he lodged himself at his deepest, the fur of his pelvis tickling her nose, and held it there. Claire gently bit down on the root of his thick meat, once, twice, three times, not biting really, just applying a sharp light pressure. Rick gurgled lightly then began the outstroke. She felt the volume of precum trailing on her tongue increase, sensed his hips tightening, his breathing grow more shallow and rapid. Now he looked down at her. She looked in his eyes, still pleading. She licked his tip like an ice cream cone, swirling it, then let her lips catch and pull on the ridge of his pink helmet, tonguing the joint of shaft to tip, the frenulum, compressing the urethra in wave after wave of soft ululation.

Claire rocked her hips, the depth of her craving bleeding through her eyes, her cheeks and forehead contorted with the urgent need for release. She could smell her cunt, knew the hot waft of her stink must be fanning him. Hehad to know she was holding it back, just barely and needed his permission!

Rick couldn't take anymore. He'd been holding back as long as possible but seeing her begging was just too hot and knowing he wasn't ...