Dare to Fist: The Story of a Stranger's Fist

The thought of flogging the man she had always thought of in her mind prior to the evening. While she surveyed the smiles of her fellow bar patrons who had been able to look for a random man in the bar who was willing to punch at, she couldn't help but be slightly awed.

The game of dare or truth had been a whirlwind of a bathroom blow-up, two titty flashes, as well as an enjoyable make out with the bartender who was overweight. As her closest friends celebrated another night filled with tequila after which she began scouting the bar to find her next victim.

Then she noticed him at the bar. He was the kind of guy who makes straight guys question their sexuality. She was generally adept in spotting fun bisexual men and she was hoping her intuition wouldn't be a problem this time around.

She walked over to him, her mind-boggling, high definition porn sequence of her pushing her entire fist in his stomach was bouncing around in her head. It was clear that she felt her pissgetting more swollen with every step closer.

He spotted her gaze seductively.

He turned to look at her beautiful eyes. He smiled while she chatted with him, and he even bought her a drink to keep her for a while.

She went through the usual steps of picking someone up from the bar for a single cocktail, and within a few minutes she was in the taxi taking them to the place he was staying at.

The apartment he lived in was perfect for him. There were paintings and art supplies scattered around the room as if he was in constant experiments.

She could not help but think that she had hit the nail on the head when she picked the one person in the bar that would be willing to be sexually fisted.

He handed her wine and then tried to discuss the concept of anal gamesand their limits. She relaxed and sipped her drink and declared she was up for any kind of thing. He smiled and took off the shirt.

She put down her wine glass and began to walk towards the bed, unzipping her dress , before dropping it on the floor before getting up on the mattress.

She turned her back and motioned for him to follow her.

He began walking to the beds.

He loosened his belt and began kissing his faeces.

She started to get rid of her damp pants as she spread her legs out to ask him to look at her masturbating to him. His jaw dropped , and the underwear fell to the floor, his cockfully sitting up.

When he got on the bed, she shifted backwards, then swiftly shifted to the side. He lay down on his back and laughed.

"Not too fast, tiger," ..." He said with a smile.

She turned her attention towards his throbbing cock as he put his finger on the top of her head, and gently guided her to take a dick suck.

She was aware that she could attempt to get him to start fisting at his tummy very easily standing in the same position. She took him in to the point that the back of his head swung in excitement. She shook the base of his cock with one hand , and kissed his balls with her other.

He moaned when she put one of her fingers over the edge of his anus and began to rub it. The saliva of her mouth ran through his shaft and his balls towards his anus. She put one hand inside of his anus.

He was giddy with delight, as she felt his cheeks getting more intense in her mouth.

The corner of her mouth opened to reveal a smile; she was now aware that it was almost too easy to accomplish her dream. The strength that came to her brought a rush of joy that she'd never experienced before.

He squeezed her head towards him more forcefully in order to force her to fully clench his very rigid cock.

She wanted to smack him.

She also didn't want to be in danger of him revealing her plan before she had a chance to get him to agree. She gradually pushed a third finger through his thigh and the penis got tougher.

He turned his head around and this time his pelvic region began shaking. He was immediately removed from her mouth, and then sat the dick of his, hard.

He groaned as she put into a third finger and stretched out her anus, causing him to move around in agonising, orgasmic throes of delight. She was just two fingers away from smacking her and she was sat there observing the burning of the inner lining of the anal sac using three fingers.

He was desperate to enter her body as she let the saliva pour into her hand, and then pushed into the fourth of her fingers. It was getting close to him squeezing, she was not sure she'd be able to sit for too long to accomplish her goal.

His eyes were rolled back in his head, and he groaned and gasped to be released as she shoved her lips back on top of his head that was throbbing. The words escaped her throat as she threw her whole body into his groyne.

He was finally getting a fist.

The clenched sexy part of her wrist while his body slammed into her throat. She cried in complete delight.

His face twisted into a state of ecstasy that was painfully intense as she felt her ejaculate flow through her throat.

He continued to press her head on his chest every time the waves of orgasm struck him more forcefully and he continued to hum till he felt completely depleted.

The semen started to drip out of her mouth. Her eyes began to swell as she shook her fist in his crook and his cock firmed up completely to allow for one last exhalation.

He was crying when his dick went limp and she shook her fist from his torso and her mouth was removed from his cheeks.

She smiled with joy while gazing down at his utterly sunk appearance. She walked off to the bathroom, and washed up.

While checking on her smartphone, she noticed that her friends were waiting on an update. She took a picture of her fist-sized hand covered in the excretions from her incident and sent it to her friends to prove it.

She packed up her belongings and left the house without leaving. He slept naked on his bed, looking as serene as a newborn.