Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... side of her awareness, even as she acknowledged that his grip was excruciating.

And then he slowly began to release the pressure, breaking her concentration. Again, the pain came flooding back. Her legs grew weak and almost she found herself dropping her arms, ready to try and pry his hands away from her body. But then he was done; his hand released her.

"Lower your arms Claire." It was all she could do to simply drop her arms rather than let her hands go to her breast and begin rubbing away the pain blazing through her nipple.

Then suddenly, Mr. Lester's hand was at her crotch. He pulled the cotton panel of her g-string aside and plunged his finger into her sodden pussy. Claire closed her eyes and groaned, almost collapsing. But suddenly her tit was on fire and her eyes flew open. Mr. Lester had it clamped between his thumb and finger and was twisting it viciously.

"Keep your eyes on my face Claire. You must learn that the greatest pleasure is to be had from knowing that you are pleasing your Master. Your pleasure is not a private enjoyment. It is a gift given you by your Master. It is in seeing the pleasure he receives granting you the gift that you are to find your own fulfillment. Feed from his pleasure even as he feeds from your pain." Claire obeyed.

Mr. Lester released her nipple and let his hand rummage through her cunt. She kept her eyes on his face. She shifted position to allow him deeper access and she watched the subtle effect of her effort on him; ...

... the thin smile that began to play at his lips as he zeroed in and began massaging her G-spot, his fingers pressing lightly, first on one side, then reaching deeper into her cunt to come at the rough nub from behind. His fingers kept moving, kept the entire throbbing nodule excited before mashing down firmly in the very middle. Now Claire gasped, her breathing grown ragged. It was all she could do to stay standing as he handled her most intimate interior flesh.

She felt her juice begin flowing down her legs; felt her cunt expand to receive his fondling more deeply. Her nipples ached. The one he'd just pinched was, incredibly, ready for more abuse. She found herself wishing he would grip it again and twist it viciously. It was so hard and she felt a deep throbbing connection from that breast to her womb. She knew a climax was coming, she could feel it fluttering at her core and goose flesh began rippling across her body.

And then he ripped his hand from inside her. Claire stumbled, so sudden did the void take her. Her greedy cunt demanded to be filled again, did not understand why it was no longer full.

"Come now Claire. It is your time to submit." He grabbed her by the nipple again, clamping firmly but not to the point that she was rendered incapable of following, as he led her into the living room alcove. There she saw a kind of padded sawhorse, again studded with silver eyebolts. He laid her face-down onto the narrow, padded ledge, one breast falling to either side, ...