Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... a meat puppet. He knows I want a break but he doesn't want to stop making it cum. "Oh god, oh god, oh god" she gasped. "Arrggh"

"Wow man, look at her go." Claire had forgotten about the other people in the room. She realized they must all be watching as they'd watched Mr. Lester beating Kay. She thought back to how erotic it had been to see Kay's body jerk endlessly when the whip had finally pulled the orgasm from her.

"Oh my god, that's what I look like!" she shuddered.

"Ben, Richard. Would you each please grab one of her nipples and squeeze them as hard as you can." Claire became aware of her breasts resting on the sides of the bench, bobbing forward and backward as his hand slammed in and out of her cunt. Then fingers touched them and she realized how much they'd ached to be touched through the entire beating. The cut of the whip and the thud of the flogger had left her sensitive breast meat out of play. But they'd been there the whole time craving their own attention.

She shuddered as the hands cupped the fullness of each tit independently; felt the flesh manipulated to expose the puffy nubs. And then fingers found the hard little bullets and began to tighten painfully. Claire realized that now the entire room full of people was watching her as three different men toyed with her body and the wave began to climb. She was tied helpless, her pussy split wide open, Mr. Lester's hand pounding in and out of her endlessly hungry cunt, while two men were torturing ...

... her swollen tits.

Oh how I've wanted this, she thought.No more hiding, finally being displayed openly as the fuck slut I've always been. Fuck, wanting them to! Wanting them to get off when they use me as their toy, using me any way they want!

It was not like one man fondling her breasts. There was no coordination between how each was being handled. It was distinctly two men pawing at them, each of them crushing the sensitive buds that she was helpless to protect - even if she'dwanted to stop them. And she didn't. In that moment, she wanted them to rip her nipples from her chest, to hurt them if it aroused them to hurt her. The sensations caused by their brutality were pulsing her womb. Again the battle raged: the numb pain gripping her nipples colliding with the molten surge of an orgasm erupting from her center.And everyone watching.

That did it.

Like hot magma, the orgasm surged through that gapping crack in her psyche; the crustal weakness of her deep-seated exhibitionisticneed. Fluid spewed from her cunt and she groaned piteously as her body was wracked too soon by yet another explosive release." Ahhgg" she groaned. "Hurt me, please hurt me." And the pressure on her nipples grew. The orgasm hung suspended, the shock of new pain bottling it, forcing it to climb even higher before it could once more surge unhindered across her entire body, a tidal tsunami obliterating awareness of all but the thick orgasmic surge utterly consuming her. Her contractions were so ...