Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... really envision what it would be like to be completely shed of any obligations but for sexual obedience. Her whole life so far had been self-directed and hyper-attuned to secrecy; projecting a false image to keep her parents, and teachers and other children andtheir parents from discovering the truth about her nature. This made success in school more of a priority than it might otherwise have been in her life. Or so she wondered.

Claire found that she couldn't really decide how important the academic diversions were to here, compared to gratifying her sexual and erotic compulsions. She was worried three months as a sex slave wouldn't be enough time to decide if she wanted to attend nursing school. Could she maintain the self-control needed to succeed in school, when the ability to sink completely into sexual slavery was so easily available to her? Would three months be enough to tell if she'd even want to?

The sun's heat on her naked flesh, the plug nestled in her ass, the enthusiastic abuse she'd endured from two men that had been sent to use her; these all combined to focus attention on her body. She felt the past week's mental and emotional anxieties melting away bit by bit as she succumbed to the insistent demands of the men and her own body, the constant craving to cum that lay for the moment coiled in her core. It was always there she knew, never far from awareness, insistent and distracting.

Before the Lester's, it had pulled her constantly into acts of ...

... seduction and submission that often astonished Claire after the fact. Like gravity, she felt captured by needs that she knew were certainly not normal; were strictly speaking, abnormal. The longer she went without being used, the more the world began to reek of sexual suggestion. She got to a point rapidly where she couldn't stop herself from projecting sexual interpretations onto everything.

Just recently, when she'd been cramming for finals and had been put off limits to her service Doms by Mr. Lester, she'd gone shopping for groceries. She'd found herself wondering what would happen if she followed the bag boy past the "Staff Only" sign into the stockroom; if she sidled into his personal space, pressed against him, reached down and began to stroke him? Would she find he had a big cock? What if she looked him in their eyes, licked her lips and then pressed her breasts to the wall, legs spread, ass jutting, and if she then hiked up her skirt revealing that she wore no panties? Surely, there'd be enough light for him to see that her ass was viciously bruised and that her cunt was hairless, and slick and glistening? And if she turned her head over her shoulder and whimpered, "Please, I need to be fucked!" Would he unzip and take her? Or would he be revolted? Would he fuck her anyway, with derision and contempt?

What if the manager walked in to find his bag boy pounding nuts deep into a hot little school girl slut? Would he stand silently watching, stroking his dick while she ...