Romans & histoires Forced Fisting

One day I received an offer to participate in a fisting session. Fisting is extreme for me. I am not yet ready for this type of sex and my hole is not trained enough, though. I have never been in a passive role and do not intend to be in the near future.

"They're perfect." The week continued with increasing intensity. Day five was impact play intensive. Dante worked me over with every implement we owned, pushing my pain tolerance higher than it had ever been. My entire body was covered in marks by the end, beautiful bruises and welts that would take weeks to fade. Day six was fisting day. It took hours of patient preparation, but eventually Dante's entire hand was inside me, his fist moving in my hole while I sobbed with the overwhelming fullness of it. When he finally withdrew and replaced his fist with his cock, I came instantly from how loose and open I was.

With his clear expression, this reason had no effect at all. "What for?" She hesitated and walked over slowly. "Don't you hurry up?" The man sternly scolded, frightening Fiona Forger. She involuntarily moved towards him, but he grabbed her and forced her onto his lap before she could react. Before she could even realize what was happening, his large hand had forcefully descended... It hurt so much that she cried, wanting to struggle and stand up, but the man's big hand held her tightly. His other hand mercilessly struck down, one after another, without intending to ease the force.

Jeffrey had no hope of evading Victor's grasp. Jeffrey saw a blur, and next thing he knew, his fist was already completely under Victor's control. Jeffrey tried to pull his fist back, but it wouldn't budge. He then tried to forcibly bump Victor away, but failed. Victor's grip was like a vice, firmly holding onto his fist and wouldn't let go.

He continued working my clit in tight circles and my thighs fell open because they had independently also made their own decision. I grabbed his wrist with both hands and held it there, trying to stop him. But actually not stopping him at all. Instead, he punished me by forcing two fingers into my pussy. Instantly my back came off the mattress with a force that nearly snapped my spine clean in half. "There she is," he said quietly. Like he had hit some treasure chest deep in my hole. He curled his fingers and I turned my face to the side. Sobbing into my own pillow while my hands were still theoretically trying to remove his wrist from between my legs with no meaningful progress in sight.

Although it felt disgusting Lisa had no other choice. Fred squeezed her breasts hard enough that it hurt Lisa and she begged him to be gentler. Then, a few moments later Fred put his big dick into Lisa's vagina in just one stroke and moved it quickly so that the bed moved in rhythm with the movement of Fred's body on top of Lisa's body. "Ahh," Fred moaned as he continued to move his dick back and forth from Lisa's vagina and occasionally closed his eyes feeling the pleasures of heaven. Lisa couldn't deny that forced sexual intercourse can indeed provoke her desire and make her fly as if she was taken to the seventh heaven. She felt guilty, but her body couldn't lie. And Fred knew it.

For what he had to give me, for this feeling he’d coerced out of me. “You can keep being an asshole, but I won’t play these games with you. I want to cum and I will, with or without you.” I made my intentions clear, reaching for my clit and pushing his thumb out of the way. Stroking a few times, I pushed a finger into my core, shuddering when I began to move them in and out of me. Suddenly, large hands held my arms, pulling back so I yelped out in pain, he forced my head back on the desk, clicking open a cabinet. The next thing I felt was a restraint. He fucking cuffed my hands!

With Felix, supporting from behind, he pushed into me as well and they went at it again like starved beasts. I screamed and moaned and whimpered but all of that was muffled by the gag. God, if only I could move! I wanted to wrap it around Dante's neck and hug him right while be fucked me but they were in these damned handcuffs. Tears were begininng to seep out of my eyes and I could feel the familiar pressure build as I approached the edge of my second orgasm.

He pushed in without warning slow but relentlessly, until he was buried to the hilt in my ass. The stretch burned. I cried out and gripped the couch arm. He didn’t pause. He fúcked me hard and deep, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against my pússy with every thrust. His hand cracked across my ass again and again until both cheeks were throbbing and red. “Take it,” he growled. “This is what happens when you fúck inmates on my watch.” Tears leaked from my eyes but I pushed back against him anyway. The burn started to shift into something else, something fuller, hotter. My clít throbbed untouched. I reached down to touch myself but he slapped my hand away.

he started, but I cut him off with a hard slap from my hand, flat and stinging across his cock. “There should be no talking from you. Just take it.” I jerked him off roughly, my fist moving fast, veins visible as skin pulled tight beneath my fingers. I twisted the base, squeezed the head, and he bucked against the cuffs, thrashing as sweat poured down his face. His balls were next and I grabbed them fully, rolling them hard with my nails digging just enough to mark him.