Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... compelled to resist, to clench, to refuse the torture. She drank it now, drowned herself in it. The pain was simply a part of the orgasmic haze that suffused her whole being, simply another oil-soaked log on the blaze consuming her.

Finally, she quit twitching and simply hung, exhausted in her bindings. Ben and Jeremy were now soothing her, though she could still feel Ben's cock nestled rigidly between her butt cheeks. Precum had leaked all down her crack and his rampant organ slid smoothly across the creamy cradling flesh of her ass cheeks. Jeremy, breathing hard, maintained a grip on her cunt lips but he was simply cradling her exquisitely sensitive mons. The firm, constant contact felt protective and nurturing. Claire simply rested in her suspension, luxuriating in the closeness of the Doms who were more or less sandwiching her between their muscular bodies.

She wondered idly if they would fuck her soon or elect to continue torturing her. She didn't care really, but she did find herself hoping; whatever they chose to do to her,it would be nice to have another cock to suck on. She loved being gagged by cock when she was beaten; feeling the screams clench her throat around it. She'd learned the vibrations provided a unique stimulation that sadistic men seemed to enjoy. And being required to keep her jaw loose, to not bite down; Claire found the enforced relaxation kept her whole body more relaxed, more vulnerable to whatever pain was being inflicted. Being kept so ...

... vulnerable let the pain sink deeper and seemed to fuel stronger orgasms. Yes, Claire had found that she surely did love sucking cock while being beaten.

CHAPTER 11: BEN AND JEREMY KEEP IT CUMMING

Claire finally gets creamed.

"Man look at her breasts Ben!" Ben slipped from behind her and Jeremy stepped away. Claire hung from the ropes as the two sadists admired their work. Deep crimson and blue marks now suffused all the old multi-hued bruises she wore from previous beatings. Occasionally, the marks retained the rectilinear outline of the paddle that had made them, but mostly her breasts were simply washed in the vivid colors. They were swollen tight from the combination of the rope bra cinched at their base and from having been slapped repeatedly by the hard wooden paddle. The nipples were rigid and protruding.

"You fucker Jeremy! It's gonna be awhile before anyone gets to play with those again. Hey man, this was supposed to be my day!"

"Oh come on man! Look at her ass and cunt. Christ, man, I think some of those welts might actually start bleeding if you hit them again. I don't think you're going to be feeling deprived by the time you're done with her today!"

Ben and Jeremy were smiling throughout the exchange and Claire felt warmed by their banter. So long as they were happy, she was content. But at the same time, she also knew they weren't done and she was becoming eager for them to start in on her again. Most especially she was hungry for them to cum in her, ...