Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... brought the boy to climax? Would he pull them apart like he would two dogs fucking; send the clerk back out into the store zipping up his pants, only to have her himself, taking his sloppy seconds bent over his desk in the back office?

She'd fled from the store with her groceries only to find herself wondering if the bushes by the drainage pond would be secluded enough to kneel quickly and suck off the stranger approaching her on the sidewalk. Had that middle-aged man had good sex lately? Ever? What would he do if a hot young teen in a thin sun dress stepped in front of him, and, looking up from beneath him shyly, if she leaned in to whisper "Sir, I'm not a prostitute. I'm just a really horny slut that likes older men. Would you please let me suck you off in the bushes?" She'd actually stopped walking; had almost looked up and spoken to that man. He'd looked a bit askance at her as he'd passed, sensing her nascent intention. But he hadn't stopped; hadn't asked if she were okay, did she need help?; was she lost?; did she need directions? And Claire knew that was all that had saved her from the impulse; that it had literally been that close. She'd hurried home in a sexual fever.

Claire knew that some people, perhaps most, entertained crazy random lusts now and again. But she knew for a fact that without constant sex, a point came whereher musings became urges, and soon thereafter the urges manifested into actions beyond the ability of her conscious mind to ...

... control.

It was only left now to see if she really cared enough aboutanything else to find some means of tempering those desires; to maintain some significant portion of her energies not completely dedicated to carnality and erotic pain. Claire looked around at the cage she now inhabited. She was eager to cum publicly at the party, to be taken, endlessly, for hours. Abandonment to complete sexual slavery beckoned strongly.

As evening fell, Mistress came out with two bowls. Claire had been sucking water from a large bottle mounted on the chain link, similar to the kind you might find on a hamster cage, only the spout on hers was in the shape of a thick cock. She was hungry. Mistress was naked, except for heeled sandals and ringed leather bindings on wrists and ankles. Claire watched her bruised breasts sway sensuously as she crossed the yard; the swing of her wide womanly hips sexy as she crossed the yard. Claire rose and opened the gate to the cage so Mistress could enter with the bowls.

"How are you getting along?"

Claire blushed slightly. "You haven't been watching?" Claire pointed to the camera in the corner of the cage protected by the plastic roofing.

"No, not through that" said Kay, "but I've kept an eye through the window. I felt Master was being a bit gratuitous having you service guys before the event tonight. But truth be told, I'm not sure getting off all day is going to make for a higher cum count or a lower one. What do you think, dear?"

Claire smiled. "I ...