Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... demanded of her.

Jim waited out the orgasm, feeling each contraction subside, smiling to himself as she sobbed. Despite the tight compression of her cunt, his hand was swimming in her jizz and it felt almost as though he held her beating heart in his hand. Between the contractions, when her cunt gripped his fingers almost painfully, he could literally feel her pulse pounding. He was gratified by her reactions. He'd never seen her so lost in orgasmic haze before. And that was saying a lot! He was mildly concerned about her ripping but he was too turned on by what he was doing to her to seriously consider stopping. And he didn't really think she would rip: every time he thought he'd reached as deep as he could go, her tight pussy tented further.

Claire's cunt was warm liquid velvet around his fist and she was greedily welcoming his invasion. Very gently, he pulled his thumb away from where he'd been mashing her pink bud and inserted it just barely into the entrance of her stretched hole. Claire let out a mournful gurgling noise. Her mind was all but gone and her body was nearly incapable of absorbing any more sensation. But the ache remained between her legs, and the compulsion to submit, to surrender, to be used this way, it was all like a physical pressure driving her.

Jim had promised that if she would simply submit to his direction, she would experience something unique and powerful. He'd promised that this would all go more smoothly if she simplyembraced what was ...

... going to be done to her. Her permission for all of his actions was already assured. She'd been given to him. She would not resist. But he wanted more than willingness. He wanted submission. He wanted her complicit in the ruin he was inflicting on her hole.

"You know what's coming now." It wasn't really a question, not even really a statement. It was delivered by Jim more as an indictment of her voracious sexual appetite and her craving to be used. "You just had to complain about a couple of small cocks you got at the party. You couldn't just be grateful for what Mr. Lester provides you. Christ, the man works hard making sure you get enough cock. Well, pretty soon you won't have to worry about it anymore. After tonight, Mr. Lester might still use your cunt to fuck. He might let the men you service have their choice. But mostly I think your cunt is going to be getting a steady diet of fisting from here on out."

Claire felt goose flesh consume her. her nipples puckered painfully again and more ripples spread from her womb. She tossed her head violently and moaned. Claire's head was about all of her shecould move. Her arms were bent at the elbow and ties ran from each bent elbow, securing her upper body to the far corners of the head board. Her full luscious breasts were bound in a secure rope bra. The mounds were squeezed firm and high by the rope wrapped around their base and her nipples hosted clover clamps joined by a heavy silver chain. At the peak of each orgasm, Jim ...