Exploring Boundaries in a Unique Session

Session with Sir part 2

After a back-blowing fuck, Sir fucking into me with every fiber of my being, he pulls out, and then tells me to get back on my knees.
I hear Sir opening the lube, and along with his dick, he’s double fucking me with the smallest of the dildos. Sir would fuck me for several minutes with with this dildo, switch to the 8”, switch to the 10”...all while using his own dick, too. With lots of poppers to help loosen me up, the ecstasy I was experiencing was indescribable!

By the time Sir was using the 10”er in me, I had removed the clover clamps from my nips. As he was plowing me, I worked them between my fingers, pulling at them, punching them. I had my first of 2 anal orgasms at that point. I could feel my pussy clamps down on the dildo and his cock while I felt warm cum escape from my locked up dick. I was panting and moaning, and didn’t want him to stop!

Sir pulled out, and now it was time for the fisted dildo. I had never been successfully fisted, and I tried to stay loose and calm. He slapped gobs of lube onto it, and I inhaled the poppers deeply, very, very deeply, as I felt the fist slowly approach my sphincter. Sir pushed the fist (it’s a closed fist at the head), at first slowly. I could get my hole getting fuller, and after a minute or two, without warning, Sir held me by the waist, and pushed the fist into me. I let out a scream. My pussy was wildly spasming, and I think I yelled “Oh GOD”. I took a deep breath, and inhaled more...as Sir pushed the fist deeper inside of me. The fist dildo does have a realistic sized wrist. It felt like an arm inside of me, but the fist pushing into my prostate was beyond anything I had ever experienced in my life! Sir began using the fist, and punching into me. Now I finally understood the attraction to fisting. Once you push through the pain, the reward is exhilarating.

Sir, toyed with my pussy before pulling it out of me. Then, he oiled up his arm with elbow grease. It was time to try the real thing.
With my hole stretched open wide previously, his hand slipped in without too much trouble. After he broke the barrier, he balled up his hand into a fist, and began to pull his arm back and forth, I’d say he reached close to his elbow, but never deeper than that, and only one fist. He didn’t want to ruin my pussy forever. He began punch fucking me. The feeling of exhilaration returned. And suddenly, inexperienced my second anal orgasm. I was pushing back against his fist wildly as the wet spot formed again in the pouch of the jockstrap.

Sir slowly pulled his fist out of me. Pushed me onto my stomach, and truly fucked my brains out. Calling me every degrading name he could think of, he made me beg him to plant his seed deep into my hole. When he did, I could feel his massive dick pulse deep into guts, releasing his seed into me. His sweat coerced body laying on top of me.

Sir let his orgasm subside before pulling out. He showered while I remained on the bed, motionless. Saying nothing, he got dressed, before walking out, he said, “thanks faggot”, and left.

So now, I’m still locked up, and I’m knocked up with his seed, and not sure when he’ll release me? I thought I would be losing my mind by now, but I kind of like that he controls my orgasms, and don’t feel like I need to cum. I do also feel like being locked up makes me a much more attentive bottom.