master made extreme fisting to his slut

Title: “Master’s Naughty Nights: The Extreme Fisting of My Willing Slut”

In the dimly lit dungeon, the heavy thud of a whip cracked through the air as my slut squirmed in her restrains. Her naked body glistened with sweat, her breathing ragged and uneven, betraying her growing arousal. I circled her like a predator sizing up its prey, my eyes roaming hungrily over her curves. Tonight, I was going to push her limits…in the most delightfully depraved way.

I snapped my fingers, and my pet climbed onto the f*sting bench, her ass raised invitingly in the air. Grabbing the flogger, I struck her soft flesh hard, leaving red welts on her skin. She moaned, arching her back as the pain transformed into pleasure. Her juices trickled down her thighs, a testament to her forbidden desires. With a sadistic grin, I threw the flogger aside and produced a double-headed dildo, slick with lube.

“Master wants to play,” I purred, rubbing the toy against her throbbing slit. She bucked her hips, whimpering with need. I slowly pushed it into her sopping wet cunt, stretching her walls deliciously. She cried out, her body quivering as I teased her mercilessly. I wanted her knotted, aching, needing.

Next, I grabbed a fist-sized dildo and plunged it into her asshole. She wailed, clenching around it as I worked it deeper. The dual penetration made her shake and thrash but I just smirked, loving how her pussy wept for me. I finger-fucked her roughly, coaxing her towards climax. She came with a scream, her juices gushing, squirting all over the bench.

But I wasn’t done with her yet. I withdrew the toys and grabbed a fist. Her eyes widened, but she quietly surrendered as I licked my hand and pressed a finger inside her abused hole. She was tight, so tight. I pushed in another finger, feeling her scorching walls resist. I growled, Rae nowhere near what was to come.

I pushed my fist knuckle-deep into her cum-filled cunt, stretching her impossibly further. She howled, back arching off the bench as I rammed in and out. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around my fist, trying to expel the foreign object stuffed in deep. I knew what she needed; what we both craved.

I curled my fist and hammered her magic spot, sending her spiraling into another mind-blowing orgasm. She convulsed, screaming my name as she squirted violently, her cum splashing into a puddle above the bench. I worked my fist expertly, pushing her beyond her limits until she was a sobbing, incoherent mess.

Her body finally gave out, collapsing against the bench. But I wasn’t satisfied yet. Craving more depravity, I flipped her limp form onto her back. With one hand, I grabbed a tit, twisting and pinching the nipple hard. She gasped in pain, body arching, even as her eyes glazed over in pleasure. Underneath, I pushed my slicked hand into her tender cunt, feeling her pliant walls expand to accommodate me.

I fisted her harder, stretching her beyond her limit and pressing my fingers in deep. She struggled, painfully, but the look on her face was ecstasy. I was fucking her so hard, hitting her g-spot over and over again. Pleasure pain mixed as she gagged and coughed, her cunt making wet sounds as I pulled in and out. She came once more, screaming out, and I fist-fucked her until her fluids dripped down her legs.

Completely drained, she passed out out, sprawled in the wreckage of her pleasure. I withdrew my fist, a satisfied smile on my face. The night was young and there was so much more depravity to explore. But for now, I savored the sight of my slut, used to the extreme, covered in sweat, cock slime, toilet slime, spit and her own cum, and all the evidence my violent fisting. My fuck toy. My slut. My possession to use as I see fit. And I’m just getting started.