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My first erotic fic based on a little fantasy I have. enjoy!

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You moaned softly as as your partner kissed softly down your abdomen and settled between your thighs. She dipped her tongue in your pussy and licked a stripe up to your clit, sucking it into her mouth.

You relaxed and your legs fell open and to the sides, giving her more room- and a better view for the camera. “That’s it, baby. You’re being so good for me. Let’s see how ready you are.” Two gloved but unlubed fingers slid into your wet and waiting hole and your eyes fluttered closed. “God, you’re so wet for me. Slut.”

You moaned again, she knew how much being called a slut turned you on. Especially on a day like today where everyone was watching.

You were still new to the cam girl scene, when it came to your attention people would pay to watch your cunt be fisted. Live. So, you agreed. And pay they did. You had enough subscribers logged in right now to pay for this upcoming semester’s tuition. You moaned again.

She sucked your clit, hard, then swirled her tongue as she fingered you, trying to both arouse you and relax you for the main event.

It worked, your stomach was filled with an excited anticipation for what was coming later. You weren’t actually sure if you could take a whole fist, but you had all day and plenty of lube. And a couple of helpers to hold you still.

She gave you a few slow and deep thrusts, the way she knew you liked. Her fingers weren’t hitting your cervix and causing you pain, but she managed to reach that spot deep inside and you couldn’t help but gasp.

You could feel the moment two fingers became three and you felt your pussy stretch around the digits. It wasn’t painful but it was a tight fit and you were needy for more.

“Good istanbul travesti girl. Such a pretty pussy. You’re so wet for me.” You heard a wet squelch as she thrusts her fingers deeper, proving her point. She removes her hand and brings it to your lips. You opened obediently and she roughly shoved her fingers in your mouth and down your throat. You felt another rush of arousal as you gagged, hoping she’d be that rough with your cunt later.

A kiss to your thigh. “Ready?” You nodded and the hands on your thighs tightened, and your adrenaline spiked at being physically restrained.

You whined as four gloved fingers slid in and you squirmed- as much as you were allowed- and she paused, unmoving, giving you a bit to adjust.

“You’re taking me so well. Just a little more, now.”

You were unable to tear your eyes from the screen and you watched in awe as she stretched you wider. In and out. In and out.

You wished she was still sucking on your clit but you knew the angle wouldn’t work well for that.

A heat pooled low in your stomach- the coil tightening with each stroke to your insides. You closed your eyes and forced yourself to take a couple of deep breaths- you didn’t want to come yet, you wanted to wait. You needed to come, your muscles constricting tight around her fist when it was forcing its way deep in your insides.

She stopped and pulled her fingers from you, knowing how close you were. The top of a lubricant bottle was slid inside you and you squealed as she squirted a liberal amount of cold gel directly inside you.

She added a generous amount to her hand, smearing it along the entrance to your cunt and making sure her hand was fully coated.

“Almost there. You’re being such a good girl for me. Relax and I’ll give you my whole travesti istanbul fist.”

You nodded and the grip on your legs got tighter. They pulled your knees up to your chest and apart, exposing you fully to the camera- and your partner.

You were vulnerable and at their mercy- which turned you on more than you cared to admit.

“Please.”

“What was that? Are you gonna ask me?” She asked, grinning slyly.

Your cheeks burned; your pussy was so empty and you wanted it to be filled so much. “Please fist me,” you whispered, your cheeks turning pink at the humiliation of having to voice what your wanted, no, needed.

You were still aroused and terrified. You were expecting pain, but you didn’t know how much but at this moment, you also didn’t care.

“Whore. Say it again for me,”

“Fist me,” you managed, a little breathy and a lot desperate. “I want your fist in my cunt.”

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” she promised.

“Please,” you begged.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. Watch me ruin you.”

So many fingers were prodding at your slit and your eyes flew open. The prodding turned to pressure and it took your breath away. Your head swam as you wonder what you got yourself into.

The unyielding pressure turned to pain as you were stretched beyond your limits and you whimpered, incoherently begging her to slow down.

You didn’t safe word though, and so she continued, and in one swift movement she twisted her wrist, tucked in her thumb, and pushed.

The pain was exquisite, you let out an undignified yelp, thankful for the strong hands that held you in place as you thrashed. And then- just as quickly the pain subsided into a dull ache and you gasped at a fullness you had never experienced before.

She held istanbul travestileri absolutely still for you, and you experimentally clenched your muscles. God, it hurt but it also felt better than you could have imagined.

As she twisted her wrist, her knuckles rubbed against your g-spot and you convulsed, screaming as you came.

She moved her hand slowly, you were sensitive but stuffed so full and it felt so good. Your eyes fluttered closed and you moaned.

“Can I- can I do it again?” She asks hopefully.

Exhausted, you nodded. She removed her hand from you with an obscene squelch, and you grimaced at the noise. She offered more lube but you declined.

You closed your eyes this time, wanting to enjoy the sensation more than the image. She roughly fingered your opening again; the pressure, you were expecting the pain this time and you held your breath until her fist was fully seated inside you.

She didn’t give you the courtesy of a pause this time, twisting her wrist and pushing in, and trying to pull out; pushing in and trying to pull out. Her clean hand rubbed your thigh with a tenderness you didn’t realize was possible.

“Can you come for me again?” She asked, wide-eyed and hopeful.

“Yes. Do it again.”

She removed her hand and shifted into a better position. She turned on your favorite vibrator and pressed it to your clit. She didn’t offer any extra lube this time, thrusting four fingers into you until you were close, babbling and begging, before she pushed, letting the pain carry you over the edge into your second orgasm of the night.

She gently pulled her hand out again, removing the gloves as your assistants released your legs. She took a moment to attempt to clean you up, although you knew a real shower was in order.

The people watching weren’t paying for aftercare after all, so you got up quickly to end the feed, and in doing so, you started reading the comments of the other things they would be interested in watching you try in future sessions.

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