True Sex Stories: I Can Feel Him Punch-Fucking Me

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It's a nice slow Sunday morning after stressful week for both of us. He has mentioned chains and cuffs. He has talked about wanting as much resistance as I care to throw at him – when I'm tied up, of course. I have no idea. My energy is at a low ebb and I want him to be creating this. Please allow me to just respond: I don't feel I have anything more to offer than that. I'm not sure where we'll end up going, but I am looking forward to exploring.

A hand in my hair as he drags me into the Black Room and then a long rough kiss is an excellent start. It gets my attention. It leaves no space for my mind to dart off into another space, not even for a second. I am soon naked and on my back. He says he is going to fist me.

But first there is a predatory swoop and some firm but friendly slaps across my legs, ribs and arms as I wriggle around and give little shrieks. "Warm-up," I think to myself, "These aren't serious smacks, they're just to wake my skin up."

He picks up the cuffs and asks me if we should use them. I really don't have an opinion. He puts them aside and grabs the lube and a handful of towels. My darling James doesn't waste time. The Magic Wand clicks onto High and is put straight on my clit. My first orgasm isn't long in coming. Neither is the second.

One finger, two fingers. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He hands me the lube and I start to apply it. Three fingers, four fingers. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He builds up the intensity. I put lube on his thumb. We've done this before, but only a couple of times. It feels so good! The wriggling of his fingers and the Magic Wand on my clit are getting me off.

He still isn't all the way in, but he keeps pushing. There's a bitch of a stretch that's required for his hand to enter me; it reminds me of giving birth. I know I just have to hang in there, because when it finally gets inside it feels really good.

Now he plays with me. He wrests another orgasm, but this one has a slower build. I can tell he is going to do something special. As I start to come I feel him push inexorably. It is a curious mix of coming and pain and pleasure and wonder. How does he fit in there?

When I stop orgasming the pain is still there. "Please push in a bit more." I need the wrist to be at the neck of those muscles. I need his hand wrapped snugly in my cunt. Ahh! I've not felt anything so full as this. It is superb – and this is just the beginning.

Some people would be happy to wiggle gently and give me a few ordinary orgasms, but not James. He starts at that level, and then he takes me in waves, through orgasm and pain, onwards and upwards. My arms start to flail, my words become unintelligible. Then he pauses for a moment and holds me as I regroup, his fist still buried in my body.

He builds it up again. He stops. "Please keep going," I beg, "please don't stop." He smiles in a way that I should know, and he continues. He builds the next orgasm, and then another. I can feel his hand wrapping into a fist. I can feel it pulling out and coming straight back in. I can feel him punch-fucking me. I can't hold still any longer. I am crawling up the slats of the headboard.

He knows I have reached my limit for today, so we clean up and cuddle. At least for a while…

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