Anal fisting

It was a typical Saturday evening. Hubby was playing a game, I was typing away on my laptop. The typicality of the Saturday stopped the moment we were about to go to bed.

“Go bend over the table the same way you did earlier tonight,” Master T. said.
Earlier the evening I playfully bend over the table to smell the wood wax that I have put on it earlier in the day. My upper body rested on the table and my ass was turned towards Master T. He definitely approved of the sight. When He told me to go bend over the table, I did not do it immediately, but just looked at Him, thinking He might be joking.
“Now!” He commanded.

He pulled my pants and panties down to around my thighs and softly rubbed my buttocks. His fingers touched the dark hole between my buttocks and I moaned. Again he rubbed my buttocks and I knew what would follow. Several slaps rained on my buttocks before I felt His soft touch again. I don’t know what made me wetter: the spanking or His soft touch. A finger found my dark opening and pushed in. With no lubrication it did not feel comfortable, but it did excite me. He soon pulled his finger out and continued to spank me. Quite some time later I heard Him walking to the other side of the room. I pulled my pants up and headed towards the door of the room to go upstairs. He caught up with me and we kissed. In the bedroom we kissed again.

“I think your ass needs some attention,” He smiled and I nodded. He knew exactly what I needed and when.
“Lie down on the bed, on your stomach, and wait for me,” He said.
I did as He said. My pussy was very wet and I was breathing shallow. My heart was racing inside my chest. I was excited. I remembered the anal stretching of some time ago and wondered what would happen this time. Impulsively I pushed a pillow under my hips, spread my legs some more and waited.

When Master T. Returned He settled between my spread legs. At first He softly touched my pussy and felt how wet I was. His soft touched had my heart pounding even harder. I wanted Him to push a finger inside my wetness, but knew that He would not as He had decided to give ll attention to my ass. Somehow I had a feeling that He wanted to push my limits. Literally. His full attention turned to my ass. He spread my asshole, stretching it. I willed myself to relax, to just accept everything that would happen. I wanted to make it easier for Him. And for myself.

The cold lubricant dripped on my ass. Master T. smeared it across m asshole and inside, by slipping a finger inside me. Over and over again. I moaned. More lubricant was added. In and out His finger went. The lubricant was put aside. One finger entered me. A second soon joined. His fingers moved in and out of me. I relaxed. Surrendered to the feeling. Relaxed enough for Him to slip a third finger inside me. It felt good, and also when He added a fourth finger. I felt so full. I seriously doubted whether I would be able to handle it if He added another finger.

“Slowly, please Master,” I asked.
“Don’t worry,” He assured me, “just relax.”
“How many fingers? Four?”
“There are five fingers inside you.”
“Five?” I asked in surprise, “seriously? Five?”
“Five. Relax.”
I did. I felt His fingers pushing into me and then pulling back. I was surprised that I indeed still felt relaxed and that it did not hurt. I wanted this as much as He wanted it. The wetness dripped from my pussy, as dis some of the extra lubricant that Master T. added.

He pulled His fingers out but quickly pushed them back in. I cringed a bit, feeling a bit of hurt and asked Him to go slow. Again He told me to relax while slowly moving His fingers in and out of me. I spread my legs some more, wanting Him to accomplish what I wanted to. With each push in, He pushed a bit harder, holding His fingers as deep inside me as He could. Master T. Was trying to push His fist inside me. My nipples were rock hard under my. There was a tingling feeling in them. That same tingling feeling was in my legs. An orgasm was building and I could not fight the feeling anymore.

I repositioned myself and slipped my one hand between my legs.
“Ah yes, my anal slut, bring yourself to orgasm,” Master T. encouraged me while His hand maintained the same rhythm, still trying to push deeper inside me. There was this intense need in me to orgasm, but at the same time I wanted his hand to slip in further. I wanted the full feeling to last longer.

It did not take long for me to reach my orgasm and once I did, I pulled away from Master T., wanting His fingers out of me. The feeling was just too intense.

Master T. could not get the broadest part of His hand inside me, but this was the most I have taken in my ass up to now. I have never thought that I would be capable of handling this. I have never even thought that I would even attempt this. I guess I am His anal whore, as He called me afterwards just before I swallowed His cum.

© Rebel’s Notes

4 thoughts on “Anal fisting

  1. We read this post on our smartphones while waiting in line for a ride at Disneyland. Thanks to the trio of very arousing photos, it was very challenging to do so without inadvertently traumatizing people around us (who really shouldn’t have been peeping at our phones). But the bigger challenge was resisting the urge to strip and fuck (and fist) right there. What an amazing read!

    • Thank you! I had a huge smile on my face thinking about the two of you reading it on your smartphones and maybe having others blushing because they ‘accidentally’ read it with you 😉

  2. Wow! I am so impressed – and just a wee bit envious!! I can only imagine how that must feel. I sooo want to get there, but I don’t know that either W or I have the patience (and perseverance!) that you two do. We did a bit of stretching during Anal August (which was a lot of fun!) but didn’t really stick with it for long. 🙁 Go you!

    • I followed your Anal August with interest and would really have liked to have the same kind of task, for a month. Maybe one day my Husband will get to the same idea. Pity you did not stick with it for long!

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