Author: Jizzfiend

Fantasies I- Fisting(M/F)

I had originally met my Daddy online looking for someone to fist me. We tried twice with no success. There wasn’t any quitting exactly; it’s just that we fell into our DD/bg dynamic. But sometimes when I’m alone and wet I think of it. Finally being able to take His fist.

 

In bed, on my back, with legs spread I wait for Him. It’s how He has instructed me to be upon His arrival. No touching myself no matter how horny I get waiting. He wants my princess parts, adorned with hair by His command, handled by Him alone today. He will bring me my only relief- if I’m a good girl. When I hear the door open and then the lock engage my heart quickens and I become even wetter. What are His plans for today?

 

The unbearable lust I feel when He enters my bedroom. The fever that heats my body until His touch drives it away. This tall man, growing grey patches in His beard, with the perfect body for a daddy lays hands on me and I tremble and grow goose pimples. He follows it up with deepest of kisses and I try to draw Him closer to me before my wrists are pinned by His great hands as a reminder. I am His to claim. Read more »

Staycation[M/F, sex slave]

One week.

 

For one week I am his.

 

It’s my week vacation from work and I want to just get away.

 

“I have a place to stay. It’ll cost no money but it isn’t free.” A message in my inbox one day after posting my ad.

 

“And what’s the cost?” My mind goes to cooking and cleaning during my break. Same old, same old.

 

“I can have you whenever I want. However I want.” That reply. That reply has me pressing my thighs together. I’m already wet at the thought. Those few words in that reply and my hand is itching to go south.

 

“I only play safe.” Some guys get turned off by my unwillingness to risk pregnancy.

“You’ll make it up to me.” My hand makes the journey.

 

Days later he is picking me and taking me to his place. The ride is filled with silence. Anticipation and nerves have gotten the better of me as they always do. He was warned and shown that I wasn’t a skinny girl. What if he cares now. Is he repulsed? What if… My thoughts stop as he places a hand between my thighs. Soon I am bucking against his exploring hand and we are stopping. Before leaving the car he put each finger in my mouth to be sucked clean of my wetness. Read more »

My Second [F]isting

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The second man I met just this Monday. He seemed the polar opposite of the first man. They shared an age but where the first was nervous the second was assertive and calm. I was ordered to get undressed, lay down, and spread my legs. The hunger in his eyes for some reason made the rampant shyness that plagues me outside the bedroom manifest. I slid my shorts off and lowered the straps of my tank top but left it covering my breasts and tummy. On my back with legs barely spread it was my turn to be the nervous one.

 

Him announcing he was going to eat me out played with my nerves all the more. He kept telling me to put my legs farther apart until they were to his liking and dove in. There was no 5 o’clock shadow or fingers this time to drive me crazy. No fireworks but a slowly building pleasure that eventually had him holding me down to keep me from bucking against his face. His next announcement was that I was extremely wet and ready.

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My [F]irst Fisting

He arrived last week with baby oil and nervous laughter. I didn’t know his name and still don’t. Perhaps his nerves were from being with a stranger. Some people go all their lives without engaging in anonymous encounters. But for me that is part of the fun. There was no foreplay whatsoever. The nerves might have made him forget or he might have been eager to dive into my hole. He instructed me to lay down on the towel I had put out and I did.

 

He poured the baby oil and began sliding his fingers into my now slick hole. One at first. Which is never enough. Then two. I always ask for harder with two. A moment later it was three. My hips bucked to meet his entering and exiting digits. A hand searched out his free arm to dig my claws into. The other hand reached down to his busy arm and tried to push him deeper into me. To no avail. So my hand went to my clit instead. It isn’t something I usually do during sex but then again neither was fisting until now. The man told me it was hot so I didn’t stop. Below I feel his fingers and thumb twisting and turning inside of me. I felt like I was being split open and it hurt a bit. And I wish I could replay that pleasurable pain sensation over and again. But my body must have given away the pain I felt as a few of his fingers retreated. Read more »

Forced to Cuck

Home from work and I am greeted by a familiar sound at the door. A sound I’ve only heard when my ears have been muffled by thighs. My wife was having an orgasm. She must have taken her toys out and timed it right around the time she knew I would get home. She was inviting me to join her.

 

Lately Marie had been cold and distant. It had been over a month since she had let me touch her. For over a month I had been sleeping next to my ample breasted, long legged wife wanting to bury my face in her bush even if she did not want me any other way. But even that she denied me. And I had learned early in our dating days that masturbating when she was in the house would lead to an even longer dry spell and yelling. So many nights I hardly slept just waiting for my throbbing cock to subside and unable to plunge it into my naked but unwilling wife. It was over now.

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[MF] My first anal

This happened when I was 22 and had been out of work for a bit. It led to me having a place to myself for hours and hours. And boy did I take advantage of it!

At the time I was hooking up with a bunch of different guys and each of them for a different reason. One loved coming over just to get a blow job and play with my breasts. He always offered money and looking back I was stupid to have turned it down. Another had a less than average penis. He was constant pressure on my g spot. A different guy was a college freshman who had a habit of cumming in his undies before we got started. My first anal though? He was a somewhat nervous man on his lunch break.

 

I had hopped on my bed and slid my underwear off, always eager to be filled. This man who would soon become forever imprinted in my memory slowly removed his suit and tried to make small talk. Read more »