That’s what happens when you tell someone its OK to wake you up for anal sex, and then ask them to fist you afterwards.

This was of course, after a long and impassioned session around 11pm of sucking and fucking where we both came several times.

I am working on my gage reflex, you see. I love to swallow and swallow and swallow and be called “good girl”.

A few nights ago, getting home from a party, after he’d had 5 orgasms pounding into me, he pounced on me for another fucking, and we both still wanted more. The next day he told me he’d almost woken me again during the night.

So after this, when we were about to sleep, but I was still excited, I told him he could always wake me for sex. At 6am, I feel hands over me, and a voice telling me that I’m about to have my ass violated, but not before I’ve been solidly fucked in the cunt to warm me up. And then some more gag-reflex training. It seems to go a little better when I’m half asleep.

Now you’ve got to understand that my poor ass is very, very tight. Much too tight for a finger most times. So after a an inch or so of cock, I scream and try to relax, I try to let this pain happen to me. But I get so excited, and I clamp up, shuddering uncontrollably. I start to cry.

He stops. I am sticky and wet with cum all over me.

And, still insanely excited, I remind him of the fisting he promised. But I am so tight that it hurts his hand, as he drives it into my cervix.

Today at work, still covered in cum, I can barely walk.