It wasn’t like it had pussy juice on it or anything, but sure, ok. I opened my mouth, took his finger in, and licked it.
“Lick it good, bitch. You want it nice and wet, trust me.”
I knew what that meant, so I got that finger as wet as I could.
He took it out, walked back down behind me.
He gave my ass another hard slap, and said, “Spread for me, bitch.”
I wasn’t tied down, which was unusual for me at my parties, so I was able to reach back and grab an asscheek in each hand, and pull them apart.
“Nice,” he said, and I felt the damp tip of his finger press against my asshole. He wiggled it, trying to work his way in, and I let out a long breath and tried to relax back there. I knew from experience that if a guy wanted it in, he’d get it in, and the only question was, could I make it easy on both him and me by relaxing that tight little ring quickly enough.
I pulled a little harder, and a couple seconds later his fingertip slipped into my ass.
“See? Told you the wetter the better,” he said.
Now that he’d penetrated that hole, it was easy for him to keep pushing, and it wasn’t long before I felt his knuckles press against my ass, his finger all the way up my back passage. He held it there for a long second, then I felt him turn and wiggle it around, and I made little “eeeh, eeeh “noises as he pressed against the walls of my rectum.
Having a finger stuck up my ass feels, weirdly, even more intimate and more degrading than if it was a dick. I’m not sure why that is, exactly, but guys must feel it too, because they sure seem to enjoy doing it. Maybe it’s the fact that when they do it with their dick, it’s for them to feel good. That nice tight hole gives them so much sensation that often they get to their orgasm even more quickly than if they were in a pussy. But when it’s their finger, it’s almost completely about dominance and submission. More of a “hey, bitch, look what I can do to you” sort of thing.
Whatever the reason, it seemed to please him, because he kept at it for a while. Long enough, actually, for it to start to feel pretty good. He pulled his finger out, and expected him to replace it with his dick. I just hoped he planned to use some lube — being wet barely worked for a finger, it was not enough for a penis.
What I felt next, however, wasn’t his dick, it was him trying to work two fingers in. I squealed, which was apparently the reaction he wanted, as I heard him chuckle. Fortunately, his having gotten things started with one finger it was now loose enough that two wasn’t that painful, although I sure as hell felt it. One finger was a show of dominance, but two was all about making it painful.
I tried to relax as he did the same wiggling and twisting that he’d first done with just a single finger. Two fingers did have the potential to be even more pleasurable than one, but only if he carefully and gently focused on massaging the right spot, which, of course, he was not doing.
I won’t list every groan and yelp I emitted as he crooked his fingers, tried to spread his fingers, and rotated his hand to better ream me, but after a while, I guess I’d made all the noises he wanted to hear.
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