The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  He had just smiled and said, “Hopefully only the right way.” I wasn’t about to back out of this now. I had to either call his bluff or find outifit really, truly could be done. The appealing thought of my whole hand up inside him, hurting him when it slid into him, making him come once it was in there, had kept me up late at night.

  “No, I’m sure, I want to do this.” My voice trembled with anticipation even as my pussy grew moist imagining my hand fully inside his ass.

  “Thank you for trusting me in this. I know you are going to enjoy doing it. Shall I go and get the enema bag for you? I assume you want to give me one yourself?”

  “Yes, bring it into the bedroom when you get it ready.” I headed for the bedroom then turned and called out over the sound of the already running water, “Make sure you add lots of soap!”

  “Yes, ma’am!” His answer made a shiver run up my spine. Being called “ma’am” was pretty new to me, having only recently realized that being dominant was almost as much fun as being submissive.

  As I walked into the bedroom I saw what lay on the bed. He had left the fisting magazine there for me to look at. A convulsive shiver went through me, making my pussy begin to grow with a warm and swollen feeling. Hearing his footsteps stop behind me, I turned to face him.

  He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “Would you like me to help you undress or are you going to stay dressed? It’s up to you, of course.”

  “Undress me.” I turned and lifted my hair to reveal a row of small buttons down the back of my tight-fitting black spandex catsuit.

  “Yes, ma’am. Let me hang this up first.” He hung the full enema bag on the portable IV stand used just for this purpose then turned and walked over to assist me. His fingers made quick work of the buttons and soon he was pushing it down over my shoulders, past my hips, off my legs. Hooking his fingers in the thong I wore in place of panties, he slipped them off as well. His hands came up to caress my braless breasts only to find themselves pushed away.

  “No, not yet. Take off your robe. It’s time for your enema.” I was trembling, on the edge from his fingers brushing against me as he had undressed me, afraid that if he touched my breasts I would come. I knew that by allowing my anticipation to build, my orgasm would be much stronger.

  As he dropped his robe, it was evident he was very excited. His cock stood out from his body, rigid, oozing pre-come and pulsing so hard I could see it from a few feet away. Shuddering in delight, I motioned for him to get into position and reached for the lube. His head was resting on his arms, his tight round ass sticking up, his legs spread allowing me access to his cock and balls should I desire it.

  The lube was cool as I squirted some onto my fingers, then I reached over and began to insert it into his twitching asshole. Parting his ass cheeks with my left hand, it dawned on me that he had shaved his cock, ass and balls for me. His usually furry skin was as smooth as glass. My nipples tightened at the thought of his cock and balls being lathered in shaving cream.

  I slid my finger into his ass in one smooth fluid motion, feeling his ass tighten at first and then begin to relax for me. Grinning knowingly, I decided to torment him for a while. I took my time sliding my finger in and out, lubing his rosebud, watching it wink. Just by listening to his moans and feeling him squirm, I knew he was getting impatient.

  Finally, I reached for the tube and slid the fat nozzle inside his ass. I turned on the flow, gently at first to give his body a chance to adjust. After he had taken a quarter of the bag, I opened the clamp all the way. When the water started flowing faster, I listened to him grunt as the cramps started, knowing he could take the full two quarts without my stopping the flow.

  “Don’t be a baby, you can take this! Did you already clean yourself out for me today?” I asked reaching over and lifting the bag off the hook.

  “Yes, twice already, though I knew you would only do it again,” he grunted.

  “Fine, then I am only going to give you this one.” I lifted the bag higher so that the last two pints rushed in, grinning wickedly when he groaned and tensed up.

  “Oh God, take it easy!” he groaned, pleading with me, but I just smiled.

  “Easy? This is easy! If you complain, I’ll refill the bag and you can take that too. Do you want me to add more water to the bag?” His pained moans were making me hotter, even as I knew my refusal to be merciful was making him hotter as well. I reached out and began to stroke his ass and thighs.

  “I need to use the John now,” he insisted but I just stroked his ass and thighs telling him to behave and hold it for me. He was squirming now, his round ass twitching as he tried to find a comfortable position. Watching him twitch was almost too much for me and I reached between his spread legs to take his cock in my hands. Tormenting him was heaven, I reflected, then I began to jack him off, smiling as I felt his uncomfortable twitching ease and his cock harden still more. After a few minutes of teasing him, I was dying to try getting my hand up his asshole. Hastily removing the nozzle, I sent him to the bathroom.

  While he was in the bathroom, I flipped through the magazine. My eyes widened in renewed disbelief at the pictures, my stomach fluttering at the thought of doing the same to him. Was my whole hand really going to fit inside his asshole? I still found it hard to believe but I was more than ready to try.

  I jumped as the bathroom door opened and he came out, his entire attitude suddenly extremely submissive. The intensity of his submissiveness was frightening because it was usually I who was submissive to him. Wondering at this change in him, I stared at him for a few moments before realizing he was nervous.

  Finally, he broke the silence. “I never realized how large your hands looked until now.” He chuckled nervously as he continued, “I thought that it would be easier and safer if you used latex gloves. I put them over there on the nightstand for you along with the lube. I guess you want me on my hands and knees hugging a pillow like the man in the picture?”

  I nodded and he climbed onto the bed.

  After carefully putting on the latex gloves, I reached for the lube and smeared some on my first two fingers.

  I massaged his rim, making his puckered hole spasm for me as he pushed his hips back towards me. Slipping my finger inside his warm ass, I began to fuck him, fast and furiously. It didn’t take more than a minute or two before he was breathing fast, begging me to add a second finger. Obligingly, I slipped in the second, listening to him moan, feeling his hole close tightly on my fingers, gripping them. By this time he was whimpering for me to fuck him harder, and I had slipped in a third and started to fuck him with three fingers.

  He shuddered as I added more lube, then slipped the tip of my fourth finger in and slowly, carefully, started to ease all four fingers into him. It was something I had never done before and I was amazed they were fitting. His legs were tensed and I could tell that I was hurting him a little so I reached around and took his stiff cock in my hand to distract him from the pain.

  As I eased my fingers in to the second knuckle, he groaned and tightened his hole around my fingers as he realized I had added my thumb. “No, wait, I don’t think I can take all of your hand. Oh, damn, that hurts.” I ignored his pleas to pull out, holding my hand still inside him, feeling him flex around me. It took every ounce of willpower I had to hold myself back as the pleasure of feeling his warm asshole encasing my fingers urged me to push all the way inside. My left hand continued to play with his cock, as I began to talk to him.

  “Mmmm, do you feel my fingers? I’m almost inside you now, don’t stop me, you know you want this. I know it hurts but you like it to hurt a little; do you feel how hard the pain is making you? I don’t think your cock has ever been this hard and this big before. I’m going to make you my hand puppet, come on, now, open up for me. That’s right, now take a few deep breaths for me. This isn’t going to be comfortable for a minute or two, just think about how nice it’s going to feel as soon as I’m inside you. You’re so tight; you’re never going to be this tight agai
n. There, now, that’s a good boy, deep breaths.”

  I started to slide my hand in further, continuing to massage his cock, gasping at how tight his asshole was around my fingers, doubting he would open far enough to get my hand in. Leaning over, I began to lick his ass cheeks, sliding my fingers in and out as my other hand continued to plunder his cock.

  His asshole began to loosen up, his breathing came faster and he began to beg me to put my whole hand in him, to fist him, to make him my personal hand puppet.

  “Take a deep breath for me,” I said and, as he inhaled deeply, I nipped him sharply on the ass, sliding my hand in to the wrist, grinning as he let out a half sob, half howl.

  “Bitch!” he hissed at me even as he pushed backwards further onto my wrist. His head was thrown back and I could see one tear trailing down his cheek, testifying to the fact that it had indeed hurt him to take my hand in his tight ass.

  I shuddered excitedly, feeling my hand in his ass, curled tightly into a fist, grinning as I realized now why it was indeed called “fisting”. Gently, I uncurled my fingers a bit and found that there was a second “anus” inside him. I shuddered again as he groaned.

  “Easy, oh damn, I think that is my second sphincter. You have to go slowly with that one too, oh, man, your hand feels so large. Please, start fucking me with your hand, get me off.”

  I began to fuck him, easing my hand in and out, realizing that I finally knew what it felt like for a man to fuck another man, listening to him moan, feeling him spasm and shudder. His hand moved back to his dick and covered mine, showing me how he needed to be jacked off. I continued my assault on his ass, playing with his internal sphincter each time my fingers reached it. Finally, I was able to slip two fingers inside it and as I did, he came, jerking and crying out.

  Just as he finished coming, I slipped my hand out of him, knowing that it was easier to do it while he was relaxed from an orgasm. Peeling off the gloves, I watched him, lying there limp on the bed, the pulse in his throat pounding, his mouth gasping for breath, eyes closed. It was some moments before he remembered I was there with him and he smiled up at me and started to sit up, thanking me, wincing at the soreness in his ass.

  “I am going to remember this for a long while. I didn’t realize I would feel so stretched afterwards,” he said then leaned over to kiss me.

  Afterwards, looking into his eyes, I realized that he was once again the dominant partner, forcing me to lower my eyes in proper submissive fashion but not before I mouthed the words “hand puppet” at him and winked.

  His chuckle startled me as he said, “One day, little one, I will show you how it feels to have someone’s hand fully inside you.”

  Once again, my mind jumped and I blurted out, “That’s impossible! Isn’t it?”

  “Maybe, maybe not: you never know until you try. Let me know when you feel brave enough to trust me enough to allow me to try. In the meantime, come here and lie back on the bed.”

  Pulling me closer to him he whispered, “Go to sleep, little one, your body needs to rest after such an exciting night.”

  Agreeing, I curled up next to him, whispering, “Hand puppet,” to him.

  “Future hand puppet,” he whispered back.

  Before I could answer, I was asleep.

  CLEANING DAY

  Suzy, Baltimore

  “We’ve got to get all the way back there,” my husband had said, pointing.

  The very back of our shed seemed so very far away. It was stuffed full of old furniture, paint cans, old clothes, the baby crib we hadn’t needed in years. It was a beautiful shed full of crap. We wanted it to be neat and tidy. That didn’t seem possible when I looked inside.

  “Today?” I asked. It was hot and I was in no mood to burrow my way to the back of the shed. This was the sort of day built for a nice lawn chair, a cold beer and a trashy novel. Not full-on cleaning and organizing.

  “Yes. Let’s get it done with. OK? One fell swoop. Me and you. We’ll get dirty and sweaty and then it will be done.” Marshall gave me a little shove and I resisted the urge to swat at him the way I was swatting at the mosquitoes.

  “There are better ways to get sweaty and dirty,” I joked but stumbled forwards into the clutter and chaos. “Couldn’t we have picked a better day to do this? It’s so hot.”

  “The heat is good for you,” my husband laughed and then started dragging the antique bed frame onto the lawn. I pushed as he pulled and soon it sat on the dry grass. We were both panting and we had just started.

  I handed him boxes of baby clothes and a whole trash bag of shoes. The paint cans, a broken rake; I wheeled the wheelbarrow to the doorway and he removed it.

  “See, isn’t this good? We’re working!” He grinned and I tried not to but I grinned back.

  “Whatever.”

  “You’re so stubborn.”

  “True,” I said. The next box split wide open and a pile of clothes fell out. The item on top grabbed my attention and I did a double take. It was my “slut” dress from back in the day. I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing.

  I held it up when Marshall asked what was so funny.

  “Oh yeah,” he growled and before I could block him he stepped into the shed and pulled the door halfway closed. He yanked my shorts down and tugged my panties with them. “Out of those.”

  I made a lot of noise and carried on but his quick reaction was turning me on. I lifted my arms for him when he yanked my tank over my head. I had lost all shame. Sweat was running down my naked body from the heat of the day and the windowless shed. I let him slide the old black dress over my body. It hugged every curve, even the new ones, and fitted like a second skin.

  “I like cleaning,” my husband joked. “Remember this thing?”

  I nodded but didn’t say anything because his hand had wormed up under my dress and he pushed a finger into my pussy. I squirmed and sweat pooled between my breasts.

  “When you wore this I would –” He stopped and turned me quickly.

  I let out a shriek but loved the feel of his big hand on my hips. Pushing me forcefully. He put my arms up against the crib that stood on end and hiked the dress up, exposing my ass. I protested. Not much. He ignored me. Rubbed his free hand greedily over my bottom.

  “I would do all kinds of things,” he murmured under his breath. And then he sank to his knees and licked between my legs from behind. His tongue hot and seeking on my pussy. The tip of his tongue flicked my clit repeatedly and I grabbed the bars for support. I pushed back against him, trying to get his tongue more fully on my clit. I was soaked and the dress was hot. I didn’t care.

  He laughed as I wriggled against him. Then he stood and I heard his zipper in the quiet shed. Goosebumps sprang up my spine despite the heat and sweat.

  “Oh, the things I would do to you,” he grunted and pushed his cock against me. He ran it along the seam of my ass and then yanked my hips higher and thrust into me.

  I sighed when he pushed all the way into me, fucking me hard. Just like we used to. When we were younger and crazier and horny all the time. His big fingers found my clit and started to stroke perfectly. He knew my body as well as his own after all this time.

  “I love this dress,” I yelled as his fingers found the exact rhythm I needed and I came long and hard. Marshall fucked me faster, harder. I rested my head against the old crib and pushed back against him to let him go deeper. Then his fingers were back and he played out one more perfect tune on my clit. He came with me this time with a growl.

  He rested his forehead against the back of my neck. Both of us panting. Both of us laughing.

  “See. Isn’t cleaning fun, Suzy?”

  I nodded and, after a moment, he withdrew and I stripped the hot, sweaty dress off. I got dressed and grabbed the next box while he went to get us cold drinks. I decided Marshall and I would have to clean more often. It really was worth all the effort.

  HOTEL RENDEZVOUS

  Jessica, Cleveland

  As I stood in the lif
t waiting for the fifth floor I started to worry that I couldn’t go through with this. It was a bit late to back out now, but I’d never been so nervous. I’d never done anything like this before.

  I’d even had to go and buy something more appropriate to wear. The sort of clothing normally worn for this sort of “meeting” was not my usual attire.

  I walked out of the lift and down the hall with knees that were trembling. Number 532 was about halfway down. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

  He stood on the other side of the door looking me up and down. I’d opened my coat while I was waiting for him to open the door, so that he could see the corset top and skirt I had on and the black stiletto boots I’d bought specially that came over the knee.

  The corset, although it certainly looked the part, was not too comfortable, but then, I supposed, it wouldn’t be on for too long.

  As I entered the room he asked if I would like something to drink. I asked for a glass of white wine and while he took my coat and put it away I gulped down half the glass in one go.

  As he came back I smiled at him and said, “Hi, I’m Jessica, what would you like to do tonight?”

  “How about I refill your glass to start with, then we could sit and get comfortable.”

  As I sat down on the corner of the bed I noticed the corset had pushed my breasts up even more. Normally I would have self-consciously realigned the top until I felt more comfortable, but that was not what this was about so tonight I changed the habit of a lifetime and left my breasts bulging out of the top. He seemed appreciative, I thought, by the way he looked at them as he handed me my glass.

  He sat down next to me and brushed the hair off one side of my face. As he brought his hand back it wandered down and his thumb caressed over my left breast. My breathing had quickened and not only from nerves, I was actually finding this quite surprisingly exciting! I thought I would just be full of nerves and find it hard to fit into this role, but I was starting to enjoy it.