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For the first time, Fetish Phone Sex drove me to try something out of my comfort zone. We all know that I happen to be a freak, but when it comes to fisting, I’ve always said No. That all changed during a recent party, I attended.

Never drink too much when you are somewhere that you don’t know the people. I found out the hard way. When I walked in, I was taken aback for a moment. Men and Women were fucking. Some being sucked right there in the open. I didn’t realize that I walked into a hot porn set. My friend forgot to enlighten me on that fact.

Leaning back against a wall, I watched as the others played. I won’t deny the fact that I found myself getting excited. The scent in the air was that of sex, the sounds. They were an orgasmic release to my ears. Closing my eyes, I felt as though I was part of the film. The moment my hand went to my panties, a Man led me to the bed by the arm. He explained that Asian women are sought out for one thing.

“We want to fist you and get it on film.”

This was one intense fetish phone sex session.

That was the moment I should have ran, but I couldn’t. Curiosity kept me there. I wanted to know what it felt like to be stretched open. My vaginal walls pulled apart by an oversized hand. Lubrication applied to the digits, as well as the lips, and he promised to go easy on me. I held my breath, but I couldn’t hold back the screams. Never in my wildest of dreams did I think I would cum from fisting.

Squirting, sweet nectar poured from my honey hole. The camera moved in for the final shot of my fetish phone sex escape.