Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... her ass. She heard Jeremy's breathing becoming more rapid. She could see that his cock had grown stiff and thick. It was dripping clear fluid which he occasionally rubbed across her thighs to keep it from dripping on to the floor. She wished she could suck his flow, wished deeply to be on her knees with his cock thrust down her throat, fucking her face.

In addition to his sticky precum, Claire's thighs were coated in her own pungent cunt juice that was again, flowing freely from her core. Jeremy eased off on the cruel twisting and again began to erotically pinch and massage her clit through her cunt lips. Claire's body began easing once more into its pre-orgasmic heaviness. Blood pooled in her cunt and pelvis. Her ass hole began clenching tightly around the plug so deliciously deep up her ass. Her throbbing nipples began contracting painfully and she started to pant. Jeremy was playing her like the cum slut she knew herself to be. Her swollen lips grew fatter but even so, she felt the clit squeezed, a long hard knot growing stiffer, fuller, ever more sensitive, even through the thick flesh of her engorged hairless outer lips.

Claire was dizzy with arousal. Ben had whipped her cunt and thighs forcing her first release just... Claire had no idea how long before; how long she'd been tied here; how long Ben had her bent over the couch shoving his hand up her cunt and ass, making her come over and over again. She'd lost track of time and of how many orgasms had been ...

... forced from between her legs.

She vaguely remembered Jeremy entering at the crest of one enormous climax; recalled the vulnerability and her complete exposure, how his "no knock" entry and casual reaction to her being deeply fisted had fueled the release to an incredible high. Exhibitionism had always been at the center of Claire's drive and now, in the cottage, she was constantly available to no fewer than four fully grown men, experienced dominants that had no trouble demanding sexual service of all types from Claire at all times of the day and night, limited only by the rules set for her by Mr. Lester, which to Claire, frankly, didn't seem to amount to much.

Her service included being causally available to receive their cocks in all of her holes and also suffering heavy, lengthy erotic beatings and other forms of sexual torture that attacked all of her most sensitive flesh. These men demanded complete domination of her body and spirit and she was becoming utterly submissive to those needs. And her compliance was not simply demanded. No, even more arousing to Claire, her compliance was simply assumed.

Mr. Lester had pegged her completely. She was an utterly submissive slut. Satisfying the sexual needs of the men he permitted to use her, regardless of what they did to her; that's what she needed. She was thankful every day that she'd been collared by Mr. Lester. She trusted him completely to set boundaries on what the men did to her. She quickly realized she needed his ...