about the ranch. We talked a fuck lot about sheep, which isn't exactly sexy, but they were getting the better of him, and well, it wasn't like we were going to talk about him fisting me while we were in a restaurant.
But once we got back to the hotel... Holy. Shit.
He had me out of my clothes and on the bed in less than a minute, I swear, but he didn't touch me, not right away. He just arranged me on all these pillows, propping me up, then knelt in front of me at the foot of the bed and put my legs over his shoulders. It felt weird, like I was giving birth, but that was dirty, and it turned me on. But then he got the lube and went for my ass, and oh, man. Dirty. Dirty, dirty, dirty.
He played at my ass for an hour, I swear. One finger. Two. Three. One from each hand. His thumb. And he had me watch it all, had me clench on them. It was like some sort of sick exam. It was really twisted. I loved it.
After an hour, he went back to just one hand and worked four fingers in me.
It was tight. It was hard to take, and I hissed and panted a lot. I don't know why three can be so fine and then four is like a fucking missile, but it is. He held his fingers cone-shaped, but there's only so much you can do with knuckles, and he has really big hands. I just wasn't ready for them.
He backed off a little, but not much. “Take as much as you can. Tell me ‘no’ when you have to, but keep taking it.”
So I did. But I watched too, and it was hot. I was stretched so wide. He had me facing the mirrors, and sometimes he'd lean to the side so I could see how obscene it was. I mean, I was not far from swallowing that hand. But I just couldn't. So I just kept taking as much as I could, watching his fingers disappear inside me, feeling the knuckles scrape at me until I couldn't take it. He pulled out.
But he wasn't done. Telling me to stay where I was, he went to his suitcase and came back with the longest fucking dildo I have ever seen. It was plenty fat too.
“I went out and bought it this afternoon.” He greased it liberally, keeping it in front of my face. “I want to stick it in you as far as it can go. I want you to watch it go in. And then I want you to just sit there and look at it in you for a while, and then I'm going to fuck you with it.”
And damn if that wasn't what he did. We both watched as he pushed it against me, as my body swallowed it. But it was work. It was as wide as four fingers but didn't have any knuckles. And it felt fucking odd inside me. It went deep into places no cock has ever been. My face was red, and I was breathing hard and then grunting—I mean, I was grunting like I was going to shit. But he kept saying, “Good boy,” and pushing it deeper, and I took it, took it until it was too much, and then I shook my head.
He stopped, stood, and walked away. He fucking left the room. Took his key card and went out into the hall.
I sat there for at least ten minutes, looking at the monster dildo coming out of my ass while I held my legs open. I clenched at it, but I didn't touch it. I held it in, and I marveled at it. I had about four inches yet to go before the base, but I felt so stuffed. I felt weird. I felt horny too, and I rocked a little, letting it move inside me. I wanted to touch it, wanted to start it fucking me, but I waited because this was his game. And it was a hot game.
When he came back, though, I was humping it hard, taking another inch or so inside me even though I felt like it was at my damn throat.
He knelt in front of me and held the base gently. “What do you say?”
I could barely talk. My speech was so guttural I don't know how he understood me, but to the best of my ability I said, “Thank you, sir, for sticking this big cock inside me.”
He turned it gently. “Do you feel it deep?” I nodded vigorously. “Is it stretching you?” More nods. “Are you full?” Nod, nod, nod.
“Would you like me to fuck you with it?”
I groaned and started fucking myself on it.
He got
But once we got back to the hotel... Holy. Shit.
He had me out of my clothes and on the bed in less than a minute, I swear, but he didn't touch me, not right away. He just arranged me on all these pillows, propping me up, then knelt in front of me at the foot of the bed and put my legs over his shoulders. It felt weird, like I was giving birth, but that was dirty, and it turned me on. But then he got the lube and went for my ass, and oh, man. Dirty. Dirty, dirty, dirty.
He played at my ass for an hour, I swear. One finger. Two. Three. One from each hand. His thumb. And he had me watch it all, had me clench on them. It was like some sort of sick exam. It was really twisted. I loved it.
After an hour, he went back to just one hand and worked four fingers in me.
It was tight. It was hard to take, and I hissed and panted a lot. I don't know why three can be so fine and then four is like a fucking missile, but it is. He held his fingers cone-shaped, but there's only so much you can do with knuckles, and he has really big hands. I just wasn't ready for them.
He backed off a little, but not much. “Take as much as you can. Tell me ‘no’ when you have to, but keep taking it.”
So I did. But I watched too, and it was hot. I was stretched so wide. He had me facing the mirrors, and sometimes he'd lean to the side so I could see how obscene it was. I mean, I was not far from swallowing that hand. But I just couldn't. So I just kept taking as much as I could, watching his fingers disappear inside me, feeling the knuckles scrape at me until I couldn't take it. He pulled out.
But he wasn't done. Telling me to stay where I was, he went to his suitcase and came back with the longest fucking dildo I have ever seen. It was plenty fat too.
“I went out and bought it this afternoon.” He greased it liberally, keeping it in front of my face. “I want to stick it in you as far as it can go. I want you to watch it go in. And then I want you to just sit there and look at it in you for a while, and then I'm going to fuck you with it.”
And damn if that wasn't what he did. We both watched as he pushed it against me, as my body swallowed it. But it was work. It was as wide as four fingers but didn't have any knuckles. And it felt fucking odd inside me. It went deep into places no cock has ever been. My face was red, and I was breathing hard and then grunting—I mean, I was grunting like I was going to shit. But he kept saying, “Good boy,” and pushing it deeper, and I took it, took it until it was too much, and then I shook my head.
He stopped, stood, and walked away. He fucking left the room. Took his key card and went out into the hall.
I sat there for at least ten minutes, looking at the monster dildo coming out of my ass while I held my legs open. I clenched at it, but I didn't touch it. I held it in, and I marveled at it. I had about four inches yet to go before the base, but I felt so stuffed. I felt weird. I felt horny too, and I rocked a little, letting it move inside me. I wanted to touch it, wanted to start it fucking me, but I waited because this was his game. And it was a hot game.
When he came back, though, I was humping it hard, taking another inch or so inside me even though I felt like it was at my damn throat.
He knelt in front of me and held the base gently. “What do you say?”
I could barely talk. My speech was so guttural I don't know how he understood me, but to the best of my ability I said, “Thank you, sir, for sticking this big cock inside me.”
He turned it gently. “Do you feel it deep?” I nodded vigorously. “Is it stretching you?” More nods. “Are you full?” Nod, nod, nod.
“Would you like me to fuck you with it?”
I groaned and started fucking myself on it.
He got
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