Anal slut


Can I just start by saying that I hate anything anywhere near my ass? I’ve done it on and off for years but it takes a lot of convincing, tons of trust and, usually, a little alcohol for me to even consider it. Lately though I’ve been in a bit of a weird place sexually. I’m almost desperate to push my limits, to feel naughty. I want to feel dirty and be brought back to my submissive mindset. Considering everything that I’ve experimented with and enjoyed, it takes something special to get me to the point where my partner can lean in to my ear and say “really? This is what it takes to get you off? You really are a dirty slut”. I want to be covered in sweat and spit, I crave being covered in lube and cum. I like it.

But, I’m straying from my point. I really thought that anal was something that we endured because we are nice people. You did it once a year to make your man happy while you “moaned” through clenched teeth and prayed that the tightness of that particular hole would facilitate a quick finish. It wasn’t that the people I did this with were trying to hurt me or anything. I’m sure that they wanted me to enjoy it, even if for no other reason than to be able to do it again. But, I just didn’t. I made an effort and did all the “right” things, tried all the suggestions I received but I still just wanted to cry or scream every time …until last weekend.

I was lucky to be with one of the most sexually talented men I’ve ever had a chance to play with. We’re comfortable together and a good match in bed. Chemistry. We were enjoying a nice long fuck when I blurted out “I need something in my ass!” And he was happy to oblige. ( tip: use more lube. I’m not talking about spit or cum, I suggest a good silicon based product and however much you think is enough? Use more. Trust me. ) He left me on my back and slowly eased his finger inside of me. I gasped a little at the discomfort but felt myself get really wet and had to wonder if this time would be different. As he worked his finger in and out, slowly moving in circles to stretch me open and get the lube all over, I moaned steadily. (Tip: go slower, there’s no rush. Start with a single finger and use your other hand to massage the clit. If it hurts, stop moving but don’t remove your finger. Entering and exiting is the worst part so you can always try moving in circles instead). I’m already enjoying that taboo feeling of having my ass violated so when he orders me to cum I’m already in ecstasy. I feel him slip another finger inside me. It still hurts but I enjoy a bit of pain… I’m not one to complain.

We go on like this for a while. He keeps adding more lube and teasing me open while coaxing more orgasms with his other hand and his lips caressing my tits. Then I see the look in his eyes change and I know that, finally, he’s in full Dom mode. Thank god. He kisses my lips hard and pulls his fingers out of my ass. A wave of pain shudders across my body but I’m ready for it, I’m ready for anything.

I’m told to get on my hands and knees, to spread myself open for him. I quickly obey, it’s not the time to be a brat. He leans over to whisper in my ear and I feel his hard cock waiting. More lube as he slowly rubs a finger over my hole, I take it inside greedily. I’m ready. I want this. I need it.

“Tell me you’re a slut”
“I’m an anal slut, Sir. Your good little anal slut”

I’m rewarded. The top of his massive member pushed its way in. I feel so full, so satisfied but man does it ever hurt. I beg him not to move. It feels like he’s ripping me apart. He smooths my hair and makes soothing noises in my ear while reassuring me that I’m a good girl and he’s proud of me. We stay like that for a few minutes and my ass starts to relax. I slowly push back and let as much of him as I can stand inside me. He starts to move in an out slowly. Not much, just ever so slightly as he reaches around to make sure I cum again.

More. I need more. I rear back and try to fight through the pain but he stops me. A sharp smack reminds me that he’s in charge and soft words remind me it’s because he doesn’t want me to hurt myself. I try to calm down but I feel like I’m in heat. I’ll gladly suffer through the pain if it means I get to cum that hard.

“So, this is what it takes to turn you in to a filthy slut, is it? Good girl”
Those magic words make me cum almost more than I can take. He pulls out and finishes all over my ass and back. Only a few minutes later we start all over again.

Maybe I’m a convert because he’s been filling my ass up everyday this week and I’m on my knees begging for more.

27 thoughts on “Anal slut

  1. I’ve been lucky enough to have made almost all my girlfriends do that. Definitely an interesting phenomenon.

  2. Not long ago, there was this cozy little taco place downtown with a good looking mgr/waiter that I bet you were interested in.

    That place closed, but I believe we have unfinished business.

  3. Then maybe there’s a fake account on tinder then because its most certainly that girl’s photo, I even remember the man in the photo with her. Anyways my apologies if I was wrong.

  4. Right across the street from the rec centre, yeah.

    I was surprised to see your picture so I had to reach out given the opportunity.

  5. I suppose I should have, in hindsight, but I didn’t want to openly offend anyone. I couldnt exactly get you alone to talk you up to see you again.

    Better late than never, right?

  6. So as I said, I feel we have some unfinished business. Outside of your blog, which is really well written by the way, and I want to see you again. My interest is still piqued, how about yours?

      1. I’m persistent when I get my eyes caught on someone. If I’m Trying to make up for the lack of reaching out the first time around, there’s no reason not to have conversations a little more privately. See where that takes us.

  7. I came across you on tinder, I really enjoy your blog, and I’m really hoping there is a way I can contact you, I’m into a lot of the same things you are; and I think it would be great if we could meet up sometime, even just for a drink.

      1. you have to follow someone back in order for them to be able to send direct messages to them …

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