Anal sex addict's progression from fingers to anal fisting

I've always believed I'd never have a passion for anal, much less anal fisting. The thought seemed weird to me.

I've warned all the guys I've slept with previously not to come near my tummy.

It changed this evening. However, it was a different story. My boyfriend was on my legs, and was rabidly kissing my face..

We were both revving up, and I was aware that he was going to insert his fingernails into my vagina of my.

He was probably focusing the majority of his time licking because it was as if he wasn't watching. Instead of licking my tummy I could feel his fingers poke my anus.

I gasped at the abrupt sensation.

"Are you okay?" he asked, staring up with a worried expression in his eyes.

It was a little odd but in a pleasing way. It felt like a thrilling tickle.

"Can you do it again?"

It happened again, and I instructed him to keep rubbing his face at the entryway to my anus as it was a source of pussy. The longer he kept doing it, the more comfortable it was and within a short time, I was making a mess of my face.

My sex is addicted to being pounded

There was no turning back from the night. I had no idea it was the start of my journey towards an anal sexual addiction.

After he fell upon me, I inquired him if it was possible to fuck me from behind to play with my back.

The dick of his in my sexy felt much more relaxed when he was playing with my sexy tummy.

When he slapped my tummy specifically my pussy could not help to jolt, making my walls feel his cheeks.

Then, I felt his fingers push through the opening and sink its way into my stomach. I was all set in protest but then he began to move it inside.

I was forced to keep my mouth shut in order to not exclaim how wonderful it felt.

Then I returned shortly after I came back, and the sexy guy pounded his nuts on my thigh. The spit splattered across my cheeks, and when some of it went through my crack and fell over my inseam I felt a chill that slid down my spine.

My sex was becoming an everyday part of our sexual routine. Sometimes, he was even a bit disappointed when he didn't touch it.

The first time we met, we had one finger, and then it became two fingers after which it became three. One night I was surprised by an earplug.

It was a blast to play with and I felt as if I'd been left out.

My pussy was tighter and his dick was bigger. It was so full, and my body felt so amazing.

It was much simpler to carry around for us both.

I was looking for his dick and an theal fist

My tummy couldn't take in enough. His fingers and toys were awesome however I needed something larger to fill my stomach.

We all knew what the next step would be. I washed myself and we washed ourselves simultaneously.

I made sure that I washed his dick before doing the action.

My boyfriend was over average in height and it was a pain to get into the car initially. It took a lot of lubricant to get it into the car and when it did finally do it then, the experience was bliss.

The first few sessions were slow. After I was acclimated up to having the proportions of a full body and he was ready to begin pounding me with his fist.

I was unable to control my voice.

I was tempted to tell him something but nothing came out of my mouth other than grunts. It was both painful and satisfying in the most perfect way.

He was particularly fast after he had a fuck with my arse.

The initial plan was to let him go because I was uncertain if I was looking for him to be cum with me or not.

It's not that important when you're in the midst of ecstasy. I was unable to put off feeling him pushing into my tummy.

He was just nearing to let go of the door, so I grabbed his legs and held him in place. His face became distorted due to the anxiety and pleasure.

He was unable to stop his hips from slamming, and within minutes I was pumping my body with his cum covering my walls.

As soon as he fell into the mattress exhausted, I thought of a different idea.

"Let's try a fisting this time around," I asked him.

The man smiled, and nodded rough breaths.

I'm trying to fill all my holes

To get his whole hand into my inseam was a real challenge. It simply wouldn't work.

My boyfriend had a pretty big dick, however, a full fist was a different story.

We used more lube that night than we tested. It took a long time before he was able to complete the process of getting it into my tummy. However, the experience was worth the effort.

Every attempt was amazing by itself.

The moment he got his entire fist inside the ring, it was something different. It was painful with a slammer of force. I was afraid the man was about to tear my anus out.

It was exactly what I was hoping for and was searching for.

He began to move his hand inside me, and then the pain began to mix with a new kind of satisfaction.

Then, he slammed down on me while he kept his fist fissing my back. After a few minutes of suckering my clit and my tummy, I was experiencing the most intense gasp that I have ever experienced. It seemed to last some time.

He also wanted attention, and he was sure that I didn't forget him.

He stood up and sat at my side, dropping his dick over my face. I sucked my cheek as he slapped me.

I was already having a difficult time letting him blow me up due to how painfully comfortable my tummy felt, but did I know that he had one final surprise for me?

My body was receiving plenty of attention recently however, my tummy required some action too. It was fortunate that he was carrying my trusted dildo in the vicinity.

"Fuck yourself to me. I'd love to see your entire body full of energy," he told me when he handed me the toy.

I took the thing from him, and lay there with open lips, and with a daddy on my stomach and his punching me in the back.

The first time it occurred however it certainly wasn't the last.