Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... day was front snapped. She released the catch and moaned lightly as the material fell away, freeing her breasts from the unwanted confinement. She saw Ben release his belt without taking his eyes off the show she was putting on. Her tits were like a brilliant sunset streaked with vivid red, purple, blue and yellow bursts of color where they'd been slapped, paddled, pierced, pinched and bitten. They ached deliciously from the accumulated abuse that was constantly their fate and from the tightness gripping her nipples, which were so hard from her arousal they'd turned white. Claire rubbed the flesh generously and tried without success to ease the tension from her painfully tight buds. Her efforts had merely increased their sensitivity. With a kind of resigned sigh, she quit touching them. She knew that only multiple orgasms would succeed in making them relax.

Without any hint of amusement and looking down at the ground in embarrassment, she answered Ben, "If it makes you hit me harder Sir, I'll antagonize you all you like. But Sir, if you're sincerely asking, all I really want is for you to take away my brain with your belt and your cock and to make my nipples relax. I'm so horny they hurt. What I really want and need Sir, is for you to beat me and fuck me so my nipples will quit hurting so badly."

Claire's naked appeal for relief floored Ben.My god she's just unbelievable. Ben had serviced his share of sluts in the community but Claire was something he'd just never seen ...

... before. She'd become a black hole masochist who genuinely needed a sustained level of sexual use that was so inexhaustible she was embarrassed by the need. But not so embarrassed that it was going to stop her from seeking relief. He knew her story but still had trouble appreciating what life must have been like for her to meet that level of need from inside a closet. It was this depth of need, and her completely raw exposure that made him feel an obligation to help get her safely over the hump, so to speak, of her "newbie" immersion into erotic/masochistic abandon. He'd seen it before, how a newbie kinda went off the deep end once they'd get inside a safe, adult environment.Tough work he smiled to himself, but someone's gotta do it.

The difference though, was he didn't think Claire was necessarily ever gonna leave the pool. She'd been going pretty much full tilt since hitting puberty and Ben wasn't real sure where the end game was going to be for her. Clearly, noone man was ever going to be enough. It wasn't clear to Ben thatany number of men was ever going to be enough. No, Claire wasn't like any other newbie, or any other pain slut Ben had ever encountered. But she was sure one hell of a hot fuck and beating her was just about the best Top high he'd ever had. He looked at her standing in front of the window, the sun turning her dress transparent, her massively bruised tits held in her hands.

"Well goddammit slut, quit fucking around with your tits and come pull off my ...