She walked into the bar like she already knew what she wanted. Tight black dress, no bra, nipples pushing hard against the fabric. She sat next to me, ordered a whiskey, and said it plain. "I need someone to fist my cunt tonight. You look like you can handle that."
I didn't waste time. We left after one drink. In my apartment she stripped fast, dropped to her knees on the living room floor, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was already wet, lips puffy and pink. "Don't be gentle," she said. "I want your whole fist inside me. Make me beg for it."
I pushed two fingers in first. She was tight but soaked, clenching around me right away. "More," she grunted. "Three." I added a third finger, twisting them, stretching her open. She rocked her hips down, fucking herself on my hand. "Four. Give me four."
Four fingers slid in easier. Her cunt made wet, sloppy sounds as I pumped them deep. She reached down and spread her lips wider with both hands. "Deeper. I can take it. Fist me." Her voice was raw, almost angry with need.
I tucked my thumb and pushed. Her pussy lips stretched around my knuckles, resisting for a second before they gave. She gasped loud, then moaned like she was coming already. "Oh fuck, yes. All the way in." I pressed harder, slow and steady, until my hand disappeared inside her up to the wrist. Her cunt clamped down hard, hot and pulsing.
She started begging immediately. "Don't pull out. Fuck me with it. Punch my cunt." I made a fist inside her and twisted it gently. Her whole body shook. Juices ran down my arm. She kept talking dirty, nonstop. "Harder. Wreck my hole. I want to feel it tomorrow."
I started pumping my fist in and out, not fast but deep, each thrust making her belly bulge a little. She reached up and grabbed her own tits, pinching the nipples hard. "More. Make it hurt good." Her begging got louder, filthier. "Fist fuck me like a slut. Stretch my cunt until I scream."
I added pressure, opening and closing my fingers inside her, feeling every ridge and soft spot. She came hard the first time, squirting around my wrist, but she didn't stop begging. "Again. Don't stop. I need it bigger." Her pussy was gaping now when I pulled back a little, then shoved back in.
The sounds were obscene, wet and slapping.
She begged for hours in pieces. "Deeper." "Twist it." "Punch my fucking cervix." I kept my fist buried, sometimes holding still while she ground down on it, sometimes driving in short, rough strokes that made her eyes roll back. Sweat covered her skin. Her thighs trembled nonstop. Every time she came she screamed the same thing: "Fist me harder."
When I finally eased my hand out, her cunt stayed open, red and swollen, dripping onto the floor. She looked up at me, eyes glassy, and whispered one last time. "Again. Tomorrow. I want your fist every night."
She stayed on the floor catching her breath, one hand lazily stroking her stretched pussy like she couldn't stop touching it. I knew she'd be back. Girls who beg like that always come back.
