Day of Extreme Sex: Give Me That Whole Hand

Day of Extreme Sex: Give Me That Whole Hand

Give me that whole hand

By Freya Ocean

I was glad that Nick had stayed because I wanted some extreme sex and I knew that he’d be able to give it to me. 

I had sent my client, Brian, home after a long session involving restraints, a blindfold, crawling, and lots of pain.

Nick had been part of it too. I was a professional Domme and an escort. Nick was not my client; he was just a guy I had found online to help me out.

After him fucking me in front of my client and seeing his sexy body sprawled out on my bed, I wanted him all to myself. I wanted to fuck for fun; not for work.

Nick was tall and muscular. Just looking at his abs made my pussy gush. He had gotten dressed after Brian had left so we could order some food.

I watched him pick up his last salmon nigiri and put it in his mouth. I’d never wished I were a salmon before, but there was a first for everything.

It was like he could feel me willing him to finish eating quickly so he’d get naked again. As soon as he stopped chewing, he looked at me and pulled his sweater over his head.

Oh god that body

I sighed internally. He was a god; when you look up Adonis in the dictionary there might be a photo of Nick there.

When I watched him pull the sweater over his head, it was like a slow-motion movie scene. I wasn’t entirely sure if he did it slowly on purpose or if my brain was so horny that it slowed it down for me.

Wet granite

I imagined my face was flushed because suddenly, everything sped up. He took off his pants then he came over to me and picked me up. 

My legs were around his waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He smelled like a mix of seaweed, cologne, and a hint of sweat. Putting me down on the kitchen counter, he was immediately inside me. 

I’d never seen anyone push their cock inside me so quickly.

While fucking me fast, he grabbed my throat and bent my neck backwards. His face was scrunched up, like he was furious at me. 

He wanted extreme sex, I thought, just like me.

It felt like my pelvis was going to crack every time his hips slammed into it. His hand was off my neck and tangled in my hair instead. He pulled my head towards him and growled in my ear.

“I’m gonna ruin you, girl. Tomorrow you’ll wish you never met me.”

A current of pleasure coursed through my body, making its way into every limb. 

The kitchen counter beneath me was wet. My ass was slipping back and forth in my own pussy juices on the cold granite.

Nick stopped fucking me and grabbed my hips instead. He pulled me closer to the edge, so my ass was halfway off the counter. I leaned back against the cupboards to balance myself.

Even though my legs were already spread, Nick spread them further. I was curious what was going to happen. He stood to the side between my legs and clenched his fist.

Anal fisting would be extreme sex 

“Lube!” I yelled out as soon as I understood what he was about to do. I was wet but I wasn’t that wet.

He chuckled and disappeared to my bedroom. When he came walking back, my brain went into slow motion again. Another movie scene.

Bottle of lube in hand, he was back between my legs. The other hand was a fist again. He poured lube on my shaved pussy and let it drip.

I grabbed the edge of the counter with my hands. Holding on for dear life while pushing my pelvis further out and up. Giving him full access to my pussy.

He looked at me and his mouth opened wide. 

“You ready?” he asked me with a smile.

“Give it to me. Give me that whole fucking hand of yours. I’ve been wanting some extreme sex,” I said, almost challenging him.

“In that case, maybe I’ll shove it up your ass,” he said. “But I’ll start with your pussy.”

He stood to the side between my legs again and put his fist to my pussy. He started twisting his hand. It was like my pussy was a cave and he was digging his way into it. Looking for gold.  

A stretched pussy during extreme sex 

Pussies are amazing things, I thought to myself as I watched his hand disappear inside mine. It didn’t take long for my pussy to swallow his whole hand.

Now that he was already inside, the hard part was over. He began going faster and faster. While fisting me, he slapped my pussy with his other hand.

His fingers were circling my clit. I clenched my hands tighter around the kitchen counter’s edge. The last thing I wanted to do at this moment was to fall off.

My legs were shaking, my whole body was shaking. He fisted me harder, faster. Then, he bent down and swirled his tongue over my clit.

That was the proverbial cherry on top of the cake. I almost fell off the counter as I orgasmed. My body convulsed and I leaned back.

Luckily, he was already between my legs and caught me. I hung there; half my ass on the counter, halfway in his arms, panting. My clit was pulsating.

“My turn,” he said and pulled me down from the counter. 

The floor was cold and hard under my knees.

His cock was rock hard in front of my face. I leaned in to take it in my mouth but he slapped my face away. 

Instead, he began wanking furiously until he came all over my face, hot cum dripping down my cheeks, into my mouth.

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