Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... pain, more service. More of being beaten and penetrated. More of her body being used to pleasure men who desired her, and were amused at making her cum, again and again.

At the end, when they were done with her, she knew she'd be unable to walk or to do anything but feel the electricity of her spent ecstasy thrumming through her ragged nerves. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!" The grunts continued as Ben's fingers kept pummeling her holes. Her head was locked in place, Ben's vicious grip on her hair stretching her neck. Pinned front and back, helpless, wanton, a fresh orgasm tearing through her, she locked eyes with Jeremy and cried out, her naked lust inviting him to join in abusing her.

Through the haze of the climax, she watched Jeremy walk over, unzip and release his thickening meat, stroke himself lazily a few times as he watched her being taken by Ben. He clasped her jaw, squeezed it open and laid the hot swollen heft of his cock onto her tongue. Then he pinched her nose shut and slid the monster all the way down her throat, holding it there for just a moment before backing off, releasing her nose and letting her suck in fresh air.

Now all three of her holes were occupied and Claire groaned with the pleasure of being airtight. She relaxed and let Ben set the rhythm of her thrusts onto Jeremy's cock. Ben stroked out of her cunt and ass, and eased the clench on her hair, letting her head pitch forward. With each release the physics of her position, aided by Jeremy's own ...

... thrusts, caused her to deep throat the cock. Powerless to affect the pace of the thrusts, Claire simply opened her mouth wide and let the cock find its own depth down her gullet. Then Ben yanked back on her hair, the roots screaming. She rocked back onto thick fingers spearing deep up her cunt and ass. This brought her off Jeremy's dick, the turgid rod slithering back out her throat, dripping gobs of saliva down her chin. Each time Jeremy's hot swollen meat cleared her airway, Claire made rude glottal noises as her lungs sucked in air, only to be cut off as she was slammed nose-to-pelvis again and again.

"Glug, glug, glug." Claire surrendered to the rhythmic penetrations. She was completely focused on making her throat open as possible for the rampaging member. To Claire, her throat was simply another of her warm wet holes with which to service the hard cock pushing its way urgently past her tongue. She had long ago conquered her gag reflex and welcomed the cock, any cock, deep into her throat, even though it blocked her ability to breathe.

Only rarely had the boys at school let her faint while face fucking her. It had become far more common to be asphyxiated this way since being collared by the Lesters. But again, she trusted Mr. Lester implicitly, in a way she'd not been able to since Ted had left her for college. And in her trust, she was able to surrender completely to the depravity of letting a cock cut off her air supply. She never made any effort to dislodge the men he ...