Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... bit of pink about to be stabbed by the needle. When Rick had started talking, she was flummoxed. She'd been psyched for the jab and suddenly he was yammering. She looked up at him and by the time he finished his thought she was horrified, like a moth being sucked to the flame by his idea of putting a ring through her clitpermanently.

Claire's eyes whipped back down to look at her pussy. She couldn't tear away her gaze. She was horrified by what she knew was coming. But just the thought of what the pain was going to do for her, the pleasure it would trigger like an avalanche... More than the pain, she was afraid of just how much she wanted to feel that shiny needle shoved through the core of her sex. And to top it all, she was frozen with fear that Jim would tell Rick to ring her, even while praying silently to her dark sexual demons that he would.

God, what's happening to me!? How can I want this much pain? I'm so fucking wet from what he's already done to my cunt and all I want is for him to do it, to finish it!

Finally, Rick did do it. Black Bear put the needle right in the eye of the forceps and started slowly, oh so slowly pushing it through, drawing out the agony, controlling her contortions with his grip on her clit meat. Claire dared not move for fear of destroying her clit; was forced to hold herself still while the spike of pain slid deeper and deeper through the million nerves packed in that tiny, exquisite seat of her pleasure. She moaned and panted and ...

... hissed as it slid deeper and deeper. She could feel the needle traversing every millimeter, and wondered once more at her own perversion as she felt the pressure of her orgasm mounting.

Now she held herself in control, not for the sake of obedience but to preserve her clit! If she gave in, if she didn't let the ecstasy mount; if she let it surge through her soul now, as her animal-self screamed she should, she knew she'd never be able to keep still; risked jerking and having the needle tear through her most precious possession. Jim stood behind the couch watching. Claire lifted her arms behind the couch back. Her bruised, tied, purple tits rode high and Jim held her wrists tightly. She kept still, panting, perched on the mounting agony of the shining steel needle as it slid closer and closer to ecstasy.

She watched awe-struck as the far side of her clit finally started to bulge. She could feel pressure from the needle sliding to that last barrier, pressing, insistent for egress, stretching the tougher outer flesh through the forceps' hole. In a final agony, the stretched white margins of the bulge gave way. Jim stood behind holding her wrists tightly as the needle surged completely through. Claire screamed. All the pent-up pain and pleasure flowed out of her cleanly, like the needle itself had exited her clit. Her chest heaved in a single contraction as she sucked a great gulp of air and expelled it, lungs emptied by the rippling abdominal clenching as she came. Her lungs ...