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He's been getting four fingers in me for a few weeks and he's been making comments about getting his whole hand in eventually. I haven't said no or indicated that I wouldn't do it, as I told him, I'm game to try almost anything at least once, but a small part of my brain wonders, is that even something my body can do?
I've been with some almost-freakishly-large men, and it wasn't the largeness of the act of fisting that concerned me, it was the term. It just sounded so…kinky, so dirty, just so much MORE than anything I'd done. It sounded severe, serious, and I considered myself pretty sexually tame, although in retrospect, I had actually been pretty adventurous. Maybe I had just gone vanilla in the past 10 years.
It started like most of the times that he's fucked me. I go across the hall to his office and quietly close and lock the door. He's sitting in his chair, rolls backwards from his desk, and unbuttons my jeans and tugs them, and my panties, down over my hips. Honestly, I enjoy that part more than a little. My waist is considerably smaller than my hips, and my hips are part of why he's attracted to me – my ass being the main reason, but without these hips I wouldn't have such a fantastic ass. Anyway, it just feels very feminine and more than a little sexy to have a guy pulls clothes off of the most womanly area of your body.
He turns me around and almost-forcefully bends me over his desk. I actually wish he would be a little more forceful. Though that small act was pretty sexy, he doesn't do it to be rough, he is just showing me that he is in charge, which I definitely know, and I absolutely love.
I turn to look at him and he stares me right in the eyes as he licks one of his fingers and then he slides it slowly into me. He's good, he hits my g-spot every time he puts his fingers in me, and I let out a little moan. He knows he is good, and not just because that touch makes me suck in air and he pays attention, but because he aims to please. I know that sounds silly, but this guy gets off on getting me off. The control he has over me really gets his ego going, knowing what to do to send me over the edge-sometimes more than 10 times, or, when he's feeling devious and I've been a bad girl and deserve to be punished, he'll finger me for 20 minutes and keep me on edge the whole time, just about to cum, but he won't let autoréglage me. There is no doubt that he is in control and that he knows what he is doing.
Very soon he pulls out his finger and licks another, I don't require a lot of lubrication, and I take quickly to increasing size so he doesn't have to wait to start pushing more and more into me. Two fingers feels awesome. Two fingers and a mouth and tongue is probably my favorite thing, but there are so many other things that he does that feel amazing, I just let him do whatever he wants, though sometimes I do make specific requests that he fulfills without questioning. It really is a beautiful arrangement that we have, though I feel I get the most out of it.
Now he wets a third finger and this is when he starts noticeably enjoying himself. He doesn't usually get to put three in his wife, so I'm just giving him pleasure he doesn't get at home. That may sound terrible, but he's doing exactly the same for me. My husband doesn't have a problem putting his fingers inside me, but there are other things this guy does for me that my husband just won't.
As he twists his three fingers inside me, I start breathing faster and that incites him to move them around, in, out, thrusting quickly, then slowly twisting again, then pushing deep. He frequently hits my g-spot, flicking his fingers quickly against it, and he has me close to orgasm but it's obvious that is not his goal at this moment. We both know that if he makes me cum now, there is no way he'd be able to squeeze his fist in me.
The fourth finger gets wetted and he slowly presses them all into me. Not twisting at first this time, I know he's paying attention to see if it hurts me. And I'm not just pushing back on his hand because it feels really good, although, it feels REALLY good, I'm also letting him know that it doesn't hurt, that he may proceed. He then twists his hand and he pushes deliberately around all of my edges, moving around in a circle a few times. His goal is to get his whole fist in, so he is trying to stretch me out, and he's doing his job well.
I had never had four before he did it a few weeks ago, and even now, as I know what he's about to attempt, I trust him not to hurt me. And, he trusts me to tell him if something hurts or if I want him to stop. I also know my body, and anything that he has done to me before that hurt almost immediately turned to pleasure. I've never really let someone continue to do something after it has hurt, but I'm learning a lot about myself since I started messing around with this guy, I'm letting go of a lot of preconceived notions and it's exhilarating and extremely rewarding.
It was probably as much a surprise to me as it was him, that when he starting pushing his knuckles inside me, it felt incredibly good. Part of the sexy feeling was doing something new to both of us, but feeling every minute part of my hole being touched at the same time, with all of that pressure…it was an amazing sensation, and the thrill of knowing that he was about to push his whole hand into me made my mouth open as I sucked in air; I was now breathing so fast and hard that my fingers were numb but I couldn't help it, I was so enjoying these new feelings, though I made sure to gasp "Oh my god that feels amazing" so that he knew that I was okay, that he could proceed, and that I was very much enjoying it.
I'm still bent over his desk, panting, his entire fist just having entered me and his phone starts to ring. It's probably his wife calling, I can't see him, but he doesn't do more than glance at the phone, I know because he continues to slowly move his hand into me and the release of pressure as his fist has entered me and is no longer stretching my outside parts is almost a let-down. Almost.
"I have my whole fist in your pussy" he whispers to me. Damn, that was sexy. I love the way he talks to me. I turn my head to look at him and the look on his face is so incredibly sexy, he almost looks hungry, he is so turned on at having conquered me. And being conquered by him is incredibly exciting and I enjoy being at his mercy.
He slowly turns his hand inside me and I can't help but let out a tiny, audible moan and I bite my own hand to try to stay quiet. It's insanely hard because, though I can't tell exactly what it is that he's doing that feels so good, it is making my legs shake. He tells me later that he was rubbing my cervix*. I had no idea that my cervix really cared about anything, but I made a mental note to check that out later when I masturbated.
I feel his teeth on my ass cheek and as I feel myself start dripping down my leg I try biting my other hand to stay quiet. It is not easy. He's now loosened me up so much that he is pulling his hand almost out of me, and then pushing it firmly back inside me and it is intense and there is a very small part of my brain that is freaked out that "Holy crap his whole fist is inside of me" and the other 98% of me is thinking "Oh my god, this feels SO good."
I turn my head towards him again and I see the look on his face and it is the face of a man with a rock hard cock that is insanely turned on, and that, along with the feeling of him brushing his hand past my g-spot and then turning his fist to rub and push on my cervix that makes me start cumming hard and my pussy clamps down on his hand as I have a very intense, very prolonged orgasm. I let out a squeak and bite hard on my hand and I'm leaking a lot of fluid at this point, soaking my pants that are around my ankles and it turns me on that he does this to me.
He isn't moving his hand much now, he can't, but he slowly shifts it, rotates it a little, and eventually starts to pull it out of me, and it still feels good. I am no longer biting hard into my hand but it's still next to my mouth and I look at it and laugh just a little at how many deep bite marks there are.
He gets his hand free and I slowly rise off of his desk and turn around. He has his pants pulled down and his cock out of his underwear and he is so incredibly turned on it is just dripping with precum. It was all I could do to not jump on him and shove his dick in my pussy, but we hadn't actually done that yet and I was afraid he didn't want me to, and I couldn't handle that rejection.
He asked me if I was okay and all I could do was try not to fall over, and nod my head. My mouth was dry from panting, my pants and panties were still around my ankles and soaked, and he wiped his precum on his hand, licked some off, let me have the rest, and then he quickly tucked himself back into his underwear, pulled up his pants, then bent over to pull up my panties, the shock of the cold wetness making me jump a little. Then we yanked my wet pants over my hips and I jammed my mouth on his, hungrily kissing him.
What I'd just experienced was a first for both of us, but the kiss wasn't romantic or passionate for any other reason except that what we had just done was insanely hot and I was feeling high as a kite. I do not doubt that the sexual high after having an amazing orgasm (or many of them) is addicting. For me it is absolutely euphoric, but I got myself together, unlocked and opened his door, and walked across to my own office.
I ran out of paper towels trying to soak up all of the cum from my jeans, but it was certainly worth it. Eventually I ran to get more from the kitchen, and it's a good thing, because he was going to make me even wetter later that day…
*yes, I know that technically it's not my cervix but, we aren't really being clinical here.

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