Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... mixed up with my juices, it gets pretty slippery. Claire shivered remembering the many times she'd been filled like that; all the frothy mingled cum dripping down her thighs.

The small part of Claire that was still rational couldn't really wrap around the idea that Mr. Lester would turn her pussy into a fisting toy. Men had been fucking her cunt for a lot of years. Sheneeded cock in her cunt. Heknew that about her. She knew most weren't what she always craved: thick, long, hard, stiff dicks. And nobody really had the interest, much less the endurance to pound her for hours. That's why she needed two or three guys at a time, or better yet, four and five guys doing her over the course of a day. But all of that was just idle bitching. She needed cock like she needed air and, big or little, one or five, she lived for the soul deep pleasure of using her cunt to milk cocks of their cum. Her mind quailed at the notion of never having one put there again.

Jim saw the fear in her eyes and grinned wickedly. "That got your attention, didn't it? Don't fret sweets. You know Mr. Lester knows best. You'll do what he tells you and if we all agree, well, I mean, what's he gonna do,make us fuck your cunt?" With his free hand he steadily pulled on one of the clover clamps, making the tips compress viciously on her nipple. She screamed and he felt her cunt grip his hand tightly.

"And really, it doesn't matter. I'm gonna fist you because that's how I want to use you." Jim now twisted ...

... her nipple viciously and drank in her quiet sobbing. "And you and I both know that's what youreally want more thananything. You really just want to get used."

Again, he twisted and gloried in unleashing his sadistic cravings. Her sobs always soothed a tension he barely registered possessing until her agony slowly drained it from his body. He breathed deep; embraced the freedom he held to inflict such intense pain on this young slut. Again he twisted, gazing at each line of her tortured face; the taut muscles clenching against the pain. And as much as the sadism eased his tension, the power surged in him, the power to ordain that her most intimate hole would now be dedicated to indulging this brutal intimacy; knowing she would accept it and come to crave it because itpleased him to inflict it on her and sheneeded to please. And because, just like a drug, she craved the intensity that only this kind of abuse and objectification seemed able to provide.

He moved to her far nipple. "No, no" Claire whimpered. She turned her head violently back and forth but he ignored her, as she knew he would. Tied as she was, she had no power, no ability to stop him and she didn't want him to stop anyway. Truthfully, her pleas were really directed to herself and were equally devoid of any power to alter the fate she craved. He pinched and twisted the nub by wiggling the clamp and then began pulling it away from her body. She writhed in agony but even untied she wouldn't have stopped him. She ...