Forced Fisting Novels & Stories

Borya's orders will certainly not be carried out by Felix until, once again, Borya's two men push him violently. "Let go of me!" Felix is trying to fight. "Why? You have nothing to do in this place, but those here all have a business that they have to finish with you," said Borya impatiently. With his strength, Borya pulled Felix's shirt neck until the man was suffocated and forced to follow Borya's footsteps by walking sideways. "Let go of me!" said Felix in a choked voice. Borya did not answer. He continued to pull him until he arrived in front of a crowd of people waiting for his arrival.

He still patiently waited. “I don’t think I want to do that.” “Is there a specific reason why?” What did he mean specific reason? Had he never seen it?? “Um yes. It not only looks painful but I don’t want my cervix being punched repeatedly.” This caused him to laugh and my face turned red. I wasn’t sure exactly what was funny but at least he was entertained by something. “Your cervix would not be “punched” as you seem to believe. Fisting can be quite enjoyable for the recipient if it’s done correctly. You have to stretch it out enough first so that it doesn’t rip your pussy.”

I couldn’t keep my tongue inside during the violent contraction and the thrashing of his body so I straightened and pushed two fingers inside him instead. I pounded him with my fingers while holding him down. Jamin let out a shriek as the last of his semen seeped out of him. His mouth remained strained open, jaw gaped to fullest extension, my fingers remained inside him, stretching him, preparing him to take my cock. He lay there panting and twitching, sweat-wet hair…skin mottled with color. “I’m…I’m sorry, Mister. I came again without your permission.” He choked out.

She grabbed and pulled her own nipples and I said, "I'm going to put my hand inside your cunt! Do you want it?" "Yes, Master! Fist me!" My thumb tucked in I lifted her off the floor with the hand I had inside her cunt. Gravity and her desire lowered her onto my hand. I moved my fingers and she moved my hand farther inside. The door opened and the other sales woman saw what we were doing. She called, "Beth, come quick!" A woman I hadn't seen before stepped into the room and said, "Jesus Fucking Christ! No man has ever had her and you're fisting her!"

One day I received an offer to participate in a fisting session. Fisting is extreme for me. I am not yet ready for this type of sex and my hole is not trained enough, though. I have never been in a passive role and do not intend to be in the near future.

"They're perfect." The week continued with increasing intensity. Day five was impact play intensive. Dante worked me over with every implement we owned, pushing my pain tolerance higher than it had ever been. My entire body was covered in marks by the end, beautiful bruises and welts that would take weeks to fade. Day six was fisting day. It took hours of patient preparation, but eventually Dante's entire hand was inside me, his fist moving in my hole while I sobbed with the overwhelming fullness of it. When he finally withdrew and replaced his fist with his cock, I came instantly from how loose and open I was.

With his clear expression, this reason had no effect at all. "What for?" She hesitated and walked over slowly. "Don't you hurry up?" The man sternly scolded, frightening Fiona Forger. She involuntarily moved towards him, but he grabbed her and forced her onto his lap before she could react. Before she could even realize what was happening, his large hand had forcefully descended... It hurt so much that she cried, wanting to struggle and stand up, but the man's big hand held her tightly. His other hand mercilessly struck down, one after another, without intending to ease the force.

He continued working my clit in tight circles and my thighs fell open because they had independently also made their own decision. I grabbed his wrist with both hands and held it there, trying to stop him. But actually not stopping him at all. Instead, he punished me by forcing two fingers into my pussy. Instantly my back came off the mattress with a force that nearly snapped my spine clean in half. "There she is," he said quietly. Like he had hit some treasure chest deep in my hole. He curled his fingers and I turned my face to the side. Sobbing into my own pillow while my hands were still theoretically trying to remove his wrist from between my legs with no meaningful progress in sight.

Although it felt disgusting Lisa had no other choice. Fred squeezed her breasts hard enough that it hurt Lisa and she begged him to be gentler. Then, a few moments later Fred put his big dick into Lisa's vagina in just one stroke and moved it quickly so that the bed moved in rhythm with the movement of Fred's body on top of Lisa's body. "Ahh," Fred moaned as he continued to move his dick back and forth from Lisa's vagina and occasionally closed his eyes feeling the pleasures of heaven. Lisa couldn't deny that forced sexual intercourse can indeed provoke her desire and make her fly as if she was taken to the seventh heaven. She felt guilty, but her body couldn't lie. And Fred knew it.

For what he had to give me, for this feeling he’d coerced out of me. “You can keep being an asshole, but I won’t play these games with you. I want to cum and I will, with or without you.” I made my intentions clear, reaching for my clit and pushing his thumb out of the way. Stroking a few times, I pushed a finger into my core, shuddering when I began to move them in and out of me. Suddenly, large hands held my arms, pulling back so I yelped out in pain, he forced my head back on the desk, clicking open a cabinet. The next thing I felt was a restraint. He fucking cuffed my hands!