Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... forward thinking she'd just gotten the green light to swallow Ben's dick.

Ben waited until she was almost there and then quickly slapped her face. "Goddammit Claire! if I'd wanted you to suck my dick don't you think I'd havetold you to suck my dick? I guess you reallymust want to get hurt today. What I told you was to do something about getting me interested, not suck my dick. I guess you're just too fucking horny to be creative. Well OK then! Claire, stand up and walk behind the couch."

Claire was slightly stunned. The slap hadn't been very hard, but it had been totally unexpected and a shock.Shit! Just a taste is all I wanted first. The denial was making her cunt even wetter and she whimpered unconsciously. But she did as she was told without a word. She knew nothing she said would make any difference. Ben clearly intended to beat her first. Claire didn't mind the fact that she was about to receive a heavy beating. Her tight nipples and creaming cunt were mute testimony to that. But she'd desperately wished Ben would get her off first.

The bastard knows me too well. He set me up!

Claire wasn't embarrassed by her desperation. She'd lived with the gnawing ache of sexual need nearly all her life. It was just knowing she was so obvious that made her blush. Claire couldn't help her nature and wouldn't change it anyway. And she was coming to accept that virtually everybody she met outside of school now knew what she'd worked so hard all her life to keep secret. All ...

... her life she'd had to pretend to the world that she wasn't a slut: she'd never had any practice living as a slut proudly.

Cheek stinging, Claire quickly did as Ben ordered. He came close behind her and, pushing her neck from behind, firmly pushed her torso over the back of the couch. Her face was buried in the dusty seat cushions and her legs were stretched taut. Ben kicked her ankles apart even further exposing the blistering heat of her cunt. Claire could literally feel waves of moist wamth waft up the crack of her ass.

Ben's hand gripping her neck made her shiver. She felt small and completely controlled by his grip. She was becoming more and more submissive, embracing that he now controlled her fate completely. This feeling of domination swept through her violently and loosened the knot of her need; made her insides grow ever more liquid. She ached for something to touch that swampy core and provide relief but she knew Ben wasn't going to do anything about that with his hands. She took deep breaths and waited for her torture to begin.

Ben stood back and took in the image of this young woman draped over the couch back. Her legs were stretched tight and the many bruises running from her ass to low down on her thighs were evident. He intended to add to the canvass. Early on, Claire had been subject to very light torture sessions and much more sex. But very quickly after her collaring ceremony, Claire had developed a craving for ever harsher treatment. Being heavily ...