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Bonk\nOnly No Public Appearances

Note: So\nfar all of my stories (if you want to call them that) have been pure\nfantasy, exaggerated and extreme fantasy. Totally made up, though\nbased largely upon erotic emails swapped between myself and my\nEuropean friend. I've decided to do a few real stories around\ninteresting people I met many years ago when I was very active on a\ncertain adult BDSM dating site. I'm not saying which site I was using\nbecause I don't want this to sound like advertising for one thing,\nand these days the site is still around and infested with scammers\nand bots to an extent that I wouldn't recommend it to anyone anyway.\nThe following sessions were between 2001-2003, so I'm stretching my\nmemory a bit.

Sinead

Sinead\nwas not really her name. At least I doubt it was, it could have been\nI suppose. It's a made up name, not just to protect her identity, but\nbecause I actually never asked her what her real name was and she\nnever offered it. With her short cropped hair and a strong Irish\naccent, she bore some remarkable likeness to Sinead O'conner- so\nSinead will do for this story just fine. No idea what she did for a\njob, if I was to take a guess I'd say nursing, due to Australia often\nbeing short of nurses and traditionally sourcing them from the UK and\nIreland- plus, in my experience nurses are some of the most depraved\nand perverted women out there.

Her\nname on the adult dating site was some acronym which a friend later\ntold me stood for “for fucking only, no public appearances”. Her\nsubtitle read “I love it hard up the arse and I've been known to\ntake more than a cock”. I sent her a lengthy message and found a\nrefreshingly straightforward woman that knew what she likes and had\nno inhibitions about getting it. She appreciated that I could write\nin mostly articulated sentences and had more to say than just “hey\nlets fuck?”. I answered her questions adequately, so we soon\ncontacted each other using phone numbers. My next trip to Sydney was\nonly a week away, I was told to text her when I get there and if\nshe's horny enough we will be on. \n

Unlike\nmany women, she was really okay with an occasional interstate fuck\npartner. She just wanted someone to give her what she needed and then\nfuck off out of her life and not bother her until I'm in town next\ntime. \n

Session One

My\ntrip to Sydney was just a short holiday, planned from before I\ncontacted Sinead. So if we hooked up, all the better- but it wasn't\nthe primary intent of the trip. \n

Text:\n“I'm here. Do you want your holes fisted hard?”

Immediate\nreply: I need a really hard fuck. Where are you staying?

I\ntell her the hotel, it's not far from the central station. \n

Sinead:\n“That's only a few minutes away. There's a small bar just across\nthe street. Meet there in 10”

She\ngets there before me and I see her immediately, seated up the back.\nShort cropped blonde hair, knee length boots, mid thigh skirt and\nblouse. I sit down and she wastes no time. She grabs my hand and\nsizes it up. Then speaks like we already know each other well. \n

“I'll\ntake that up my cunt no problem. I'm not sure if I can get it up my\narse today though, but you're welcome to try. I'm a bit sore back\nthere. I took a couple of huge black cocks back there during the week\nand they really smashed me up bad.”

I\nremember her mails from earlier. She doesn't bother with cocks under\n9 inches long, they just don't work for her. That rules my cock out,\nby the way. She has no interest in any type of sex toys. Just huge\ncocks and fisting. She loves cocks big enough so they hurt when they\nfuck her ass. She loves fisting because fists don't get soft and give\nup and can keep fucking until she is bruised and sore. It turns out\nthat my fist is just the right size for her. She needs something\nbigger than a woman's fist, but most men are too large to be able to\nreally thrust and punch fuck her. If a woman can stretch to take a\nlittle larger than a tennis ball, then she can take my fist.

She\ngoes on, straight to the point, which I would learn is always her\nstyle.

“You\nsaid you will fuck me as hard as I ask for?”

“I'll\nfist your holes all afternoon until you can't walk, if that's what\nyou ask for.”

“I\nneed to walk home...but sounds good. You ready?”

It\ntook less than 5 minutes at the bar before we were walking back to\nthe hotel. \n

We\nhad to stop at some lights. \n

“Oh\nyeah, I came straight here from somewhere else. Did you bring some\nlatex gloves and lube?”

“I\ndid”

“A\ndouche for my arse?”

“No,\nI didn't think of that”

“No\nproblem I always carry a small one in my bag, so I can always be\nready.”

At\nthe hotel she wastes no time again. Immediately removing her boots,\nskirt, panties and blouse- only leaving her bra on. She pulls the\ndouche from her bag and goes to the bathroom to get ready. \n

Soon\nenough she comes back out. \n

“A\nnice easy clean, but I really am sore still, we will see how it goes.\nStart on my cunt. What position do you want me?”

I put\nher on her back on the bed. Put on a latex glove and begin\nlubricating her cunt. She keeps up a conversation during this phase\nlike this is just an every day thing for her.

“Oh\nyeah, don't touch my clit when you fuck my cunt. It makes me cum too\nfast, I like to be fucked long and hard...if you fuck me hard enough\nI will eventually cum just from the penetration”

I\nstart to slide fingers inside her and massage her lips open. Not for\nlong though.

“That's\nenough, don't warm me up any more just slam the fist in hard. Do it!”

I do\nit, she is tight, the only woman I'd fisted at that point that wasn't\nmiddle aged and given birth several times. Trust me, you can feel the\ndifference. I give her what she asked for and force my full hand\ninto the vulva hard.

She\nscreams her head off. It hurt. With her face contorted she motions me\nto wait a minute until she recovers. Soon enough, she motions me to\nget on with fucking her. \n

I\nstart to give her strong thrusts, when all the way in, my fingers\npush her cervix back up into her body to make room. \n

She\nis still screaming. To this day she is the noisiest woman I've ever\ncome across. It's amazing no one ever called the security during any\nof our sessions. Nothing much coming out of her mouth is intelligible\nexcept the occasional obscenity.

Soon\nshe is pumping one of her hands which I decide means fuck her harder.\nI go harder and she is soon thrashing her way around the bed and\nhumping her hips up. She is really tight. After several minutes my\nhand is actually starting to ache from the muscles in her vagina\nsqueezing me so hard. She is hollering at the top of her lungs,\nseemingly in a world of her own. \n

Unable\nto form many words, I notice her clenching her hand into a fist over\nand over at me. I clench my hand into a fist and immediately sink a\nfew inches past the wrist now that my hand is effectively shorter.\nShe actually gets some words out that I understand.

“PUNCH\nFUCK ME!”

It\nwas loud enough for anyone on the hotel floor to have heard.

I\ngive her what she wants. Punching in deep and hard in a steady\nrhythm. Each time I hit her cervix and punch it back slightly, she\narches her back and thrashes across the bed. Several times I have to\npause to grab one of her legs to pull her back into the middle so\nthat she doesn't fall on the floor.

“HARDER!”

I\nstart punching hard and double the pace of the thrusts. She has tears\ncoming from her eyes. \n

“HARDER!”

I get\na better stance and deliver a series of savage punches into her cunt.\nShe arches her entire body up onto her head and heels and goes quiet\nfor the first time since we started. Her face is a silent grimace as\nshe desperately tries to draw some air into her lungs but cannot.\nFinally she gasps a lungful of air and begins hyperventilating. I\ndon't wait to ask and set up a hard and fast fucking like a jack\nhammer. \n

“HARDER!”

I\ncannot fuck her any harder, my arm is getting tired and my hand aches\nsomething fierce! She is thrashing and thrusting her hips up so much\nthat it doesn't matter. She has taken a savage pounding for almost 15\nminutes from the time I first forced my fist up her. \n

Luckily\nit seems she has had enough and flicks her hand down to her clit and\ninstantly convulses into a full orgasm. After being on the verge for\na long time, she finally had to feel some relief. She motions me to\npull out, I do rip my fist out and she thrashes around on the bed,\npiss streaming up into the air. I try to stop her thrashing off the\nbed, but fail this time. She finally stops thrashing on the carpet\nand lays there sobbing softly.

Soon\nshe gets up and lays back on the bed.

“Fuck\nthat was good! You told the truth, you fucked me as hard as I asked\nfor, most men won't do it, they get scared. I need a rest.”

We\nchat. She is not what I expected. She is clearly intelligent and\neducated. We talk for some time about things other than fucking. It\nsoon returns to fucking though. She tells me about what the black\nguys did to her arse. She found them at a club during the week and\nagreed to fuck them only if they put their cocks up her arse and\nshowed her no mercy. They fucked her arse until she pissed herself\nwhist the other throat fucked her until she puked. Halfway through\nthe story, she stopped mid sentence...

“Do\nyou want to try and get your fist up my shit hole?”

“Yes,\nlets go”

“You'll\nneed to go a lot slower this time if you want any chance of getting\nup there.”

On\nher back again, on the bed. I get a new glove and begin slowly\nmassaging lube around her arse hole. She always refers to it with the\nvulgar “shit hole” just like she always refers to her vagina as\n“her cunt”. \n

She's\nalready grimacing just from two fingers.

“You'll\nhave to go slower, I'm really sore still”

I\nslow a bit and eventually have three and then four fingers working\naround her hole. She is already crying out at the top of her voice.\nFive fingers and she is obviously hurting. After about 6 minutes\nsince starting I try to fold the thumb into her arse hole but she\ncries out and calls a stop.

“Oh\nfuck, I just can't do it today, I'm really messed up back there at\nthe moment. I assure you I can take your fist most times”. \n

We\nhave another rest stop and talk about some more normal topics for\nsome time. Then, mid sentence just like last time...

”Can you do my\ncunt again?”

This\ntime she gets on all fours, on the bed, next to the wall so that she\ncan brace her hands and push back. \n

“Go\nin hard!”

Another\nglove and more lube and I do what she wants and thrust back in hard\nand start pumping. She squeals into the pillow as she is opened up\nand filled again. Then soon puts her hands on the wall to absorb the\npunches into her cunt. Just like before she is wailing so that half\nthe hotel must be able to hear her.

“PUNCH\nFUCK MY CUNT!”

Soon\nshe stops just bracing against my own driving thrusts and begins\npushing back onto my fist to meet me. She is out of control, almost\nlike her mind no longer cares and she is being driven by animal lust.\nShe is driving back so hard that I stop thrusting myself, until she\ngrabs my arm and jerks on it desperately until I start fucking her\nagain. I see her eyes and nothing is there except lust, I don't think\nshe knows or cares where she is. \n

“HARDER!”

I get\na more side on position so that I can wrap my arm around her waist to\nget a good firm grip and start to hammer my fist into her cunt like\nshe wants. \n

“THAT”S\nIT FUCK ME LIKE THAT!”

Tears\nare streaming down her face now. Finally she seems to approach\norgasm. She throws off the arm I have around her waist and goes back\nto throwing herself back and impaling herself brutally onto my fist.\nI place my elbow on the bed and let her just throw herself onto my\narm. Her orgasm hits her so hard that she cannot seem to suck any air\ninto her lungs again, just like earlier. She throws herself back one\nlast time, and grinds around her hips, I can feel her cervix being\npushed right up inside her and her cunt muscles are clenching as the\nwaves of the orgasm go through her entire body. Then she falls\nforward and collapses onto the bed and sobs for a few minutes. \n

Another\n15 minutes of chatting like nothing just happened. Then she has a\nshower and leaves. Telling me to text when I'm back in town.

The\nnext afternoon I get an email.

“You\nbroke my cunt! So sore I could hardly stand up straight this morning.\nHad to see a doc to get a sick certificate for work”

I ask\nwhat she told the doctor.

“The\ntruth, why lie to the doctor? Told her I got my cunt punch fucked so\nhard I could hardly walk. She gave me a sick leave certificate for\ntwo days. She said to take it easy on my cunt for a week so the\nbruising can go down. Recommends I don't take any fisting until the\nbruising on my cervix has gone. On some light pain relief, feels good\nnow.”

Session Two

Ten\nmonths later I'm back in Sydney. We've had no contact in all that\ntime. I text her.

“I'm\nback. Want your arse fisted?”

“Tomorrow,\nnear lunch time okay?”

“Sure,\nsame place as last time”

“I'll\ntext you when I get to the hotel lobby.”

This\ntime around my room is on the other side of the hotel, it is a warm\nday and the window has to be open because there is no air\nconditioning. The windows on this side overlook an outside food court\nthat is part of a small mall. The court is covered and the glass roof\nis actually above my window level. The people having lunch below can\nbe clearly heard because of the acoustics, I'm only on the second\nfloor. I'm wondering if the reverse will hold true, will they be able\nto hear Sinead? I'm guessing they will. Fuck it, who cares?

Sinead\narrives and I go down to bring her up to my room. Just like before\nshe doesn't waste any time and immediately gets her clothes off. She\nfeels her body up and asks me if I think she has gained some wait\nover the past year. I always tell women the truth about these things,\nso I told her she probably has but I like her better now, her figure\nis fuller and more rounded- which I prefer. I especially like how her\nass now has a bit of jiggle to it when she walks. This seems to make\nher really happy.

She\ntells me that this time she's going to get my fist up her shit hole,\nshe is cleaned out and everything feels perfect, she always knows\nwhen she can do it. She also came prepared this time with some oil\nbased lube just for the ass fisting. \n

“Can\nyou smash my cunt first, like last time. Really hard?”

She\nget onto all fours on the bed and braces her hands on the wall so\nthat she can push back.

I\ngive her what she wants and soon she is screaming her head off again,\nfull voiced.

“PUNCH\nTHE FUCK OUT OF MY CUNT!”

The\nconstant rumble of voices outside in the food court dies off\nmomentarily to more of a murmur. So yes, they can hear Sinead going\noff. I hope the cafe patrons are enjoying the lunchtime show. Not\nthat it bothers Sinead, she's soon far too gone in lust and has that\nanimal look in her eyes again- the one that says her entire existence\nis currently focused around her cunt and she doesn't care about\nanything else.

Just\nlike last time, she refuses to touch her clit so as to extend the\nfucking as long as possible. Apparently this soon brings her to a\npoint almost to orgasm, but not quite. She loves to hang at this spot\nfor as long as possible. Eventually she desperately asks for me to\npunch in as hard as I can and deliver a savage pounding that finally\ntips her over to orgasm. This time I keep pumping her through her\nconvulsions until she collapses and sobs for a few minutes. \n

Through\nall of this I'm still amazed at how tight her cunt is. To this day I\nstill haven't found a woman with such strong vaginal muscles. I'm no\nexpert, so I don't know whether her extreme fucking preferences make\nher cunt harder and stronger, or whether she maybe does exercises to\nstrengthen her muscles- like the ones women sometimes do after\nchildbirth. I'm pretty sure though, that her strength down there is\nwhy she loves and handles such brutally harsh fucking. It makes my\nhands ache quite badly...like having some idiot shake your hand with\na grip like a vice for 15 minutes. It's a discomfort I'm really happy\nto endure for the cause though.

During\nour rest break, the topic of conversation finds itself on women's\nsexual tendencies. I draw a scale from one to ten on a pad and put\n“making love” at one end and “getting your brains fucked out”\nat the other. It's my theory from women I've met and observed that\nall women swing between those points depending on mood- but each\nwoman also has an average point along the scale that they gravitate\nto. Even the most conservative woman secretly wants to be pinned down\nby a brute and just fucked senseless without any control at some\npoint. Most women that I've known fall firmly down the “getting a\nhard fuck” end of the scale rather than the love making end. Sinead\nis actually impressed by my insight, if that's what it actually is.\nShe puts herself right up the end at nine or ten on the scale. For\nher being mercilessly fucked makes her feel liberated afterwards. All\nof life's little things that add up and cause stress suddenly don't\nseem to matter very much. She candidly believes that getting fucked\nthe way she does is good for a woman's mental well being. I'd be\ninclined to say it depends upon the woman, but it clearly works for\nSinead. \n

“Can\nyou do my shit hole now? I'm ready this time, everything feels just\nright”

She\ngets on her back with a pillow under her hips to help lift her ass up\nslightly for better access. She explains that she prefers her arse\nhole to be fisted on her back as it reduces the amount of air that\ngets trapped in her belly like what happens on all fours. \n

I use\nthe special ass fisting lube that she brought with her, it's more\nlike a grease, I suspect it's similar to the old gay standby- Crisco,\nwhich you cannot buy in my country easily.

Unlike\nher cunt with it's vice like muscles her anus soon starts to eagerly\nloosen. When I've got four fingers in she starts humping my hand\nalmost as a reflex motion. \n

“That's\nit, don't warm me up any more. I'm ready, shove the fist up there\nhard, I like it to hurt going in!”

I\nfold my thumb in and start pushing. She loses patience and reaches\nforward with both hands and grabs my forearm and gives a forceful tug\nat the same time she thrusts her hips up. In one sharp thrust my hand\nslams up her ass. It hurts her and she arches up and convulses.

“YES!\nSHOVE THAT FIST RIGHT UP MY SHIT HOLE!”

The\nmurmur of voices in the food court, which had previously returned to\nnormal during our rest break, suddenly dropped off to\nsilence...broken only by the noise of someone dropping their fork on\nthe ground. Yes, they definitely heard that. Soon the clink of\nutensils and the murmur of voices starts up again. \n

Sinead\nsoon recovers from the initial shock of penetration and is soon\ngrinding her hips around and humping. The feeling is totally\ndifferent to her strong cunt muscles. Her anus is gripping my wrist,\nbut not as strongly as you would expect. She has obviously been\nstretched a lot back there and is very used to being opened up.\nInside her rectum is beautifully soft and cavernous. The way she is\nhumping and yelling says she loves the feeling of being full. I feel\naround and massage her internally at all the usual spots to find what\nshe likes. After about ten minutes, I find the tight group of muscles\nfurther up that mark the path to go deeper and I begin to massage\nthose muscles to see if she likes it. Her reaction tells me she knows\nexactly what I'm doing and that she likes it.

“DEEPER!”\n\n

I\nstart to loosen her inner muscles and push two fingers through. She\nreaches up and grabs my arm and rotates her hips around, I let her\nguide me this way as she knows what she is feeling. \n

“DEEPER...FUCK...IT”S\nGOING IN...FEELS JUST RIGHT TODAY”

“DEEPER!”

She\nknows exactly what she is doing and keeps working her hips and\nguiding my fist inside. Then she gives way and I slide several inches\npast my wrist all at once. This sets her off into an orgasm. \n

She\nis now out of control and hooks her feet behind my back and grabs my\narm and is trying to impale herself in her lust. \n

“DEEPER!\nFUCK ME IN THE GUTS!”

It\ngoes quiet outside again. A few people are going to need a cold\nshower after their lunch break. I refuse to go deeper like she is\ntrying to do. In her current frenzy she doesn't even care what's\nshe's doing and she will end up injuring herself. \n

“DEEPER!”

We\nget into a sort of tug of war, her desperately trying to pull me in\ndeeper and me trying to hold where I am. My arm is too slippery with\nlube for her to get a good grip, so I win out. Her orgasm is wearing\noff and she finally stops humping my arm and trying to get me in\ndeeper. A sane look comes back into her eyes. She lays back and sobs\nfor a minute like she always does after a powerful orgasm. \n

Again\nI reflect upon this lustful state that she can get into, so far gone\nthat It's almost like she has temporarily lost her mind and is being\ndriven by nothing but lustful impulse and not a shred of reason- to\nthe point of trying to impale herself with an arm up her ass. This is\na state that I've only seen to this level in one other woman and is\nsomething that intrigues me. Are the two women that are like this\njust so perverted and sexually depraved that this just happens for\nthem, or is this state inside every woman- locked away and just\nwaiting for the right triggers and combination of keys to let it out.\nThis is an idea that fascinates me and is the reason why I've come to\ntry so hard to learn and tap every woman's secret depraved fantasies.\nWell, I mean every woman that I have a sexual relationship with- I\ndon't just try it on with every random woman I talk to, obviously. I\nthink most men do not have the patience to gain a woman's trust\nenough to go far with this- most men just want to get their cock in\nas fast as possible so they get down to the pub and tell their mates\nabout it. \n

I\nstay inside her this time, but pull back a few inches so I'm back to\nmy wrist. Unlike her cunt, her ass muscles are beautifully soft and\nsupple and are getting loose. I could stay up there all day- no\naching hand like from her iron vice cunt muscles. I form my hand into\na fist and look her in the eyes. She immediately gets a sense for\nwhat I'm going to do and her eyes bulge in anticipation. I start\nshort hard punches into her rectum, concentrating on working on her\nanus to bruise it. I stop just momentarily to make sure we have eye\ncontact again and I tell her I'm going to bust her shit hole so it\ncannot close up anymore. It's not really true, I say it as a mind\nfuck, in her state she thinks it's really what I'm doing to her and\nthat's the effect I'm after. She convulses so hard that she almost\njumps off the bed. I get back to pounding her anus, sometimes pulling\nthe fist fully out before punching back in. She's gone again. Nothing\nbut lust in her eyes and senseless filth coming from her mouth.

I\ntell her that her hole will be so broken that she won't even feel\nthose huge black cocks that she loves to take. I know a woman with a\nhorse though...

Of\ncourse it's a mind fuck again, I have no idea where I'd find a horse.\nIt had the desired effect however.

She\nhas just enough sense of where she is for what I said to pierce its\nway into her brain and she starts thrashing and her eyes are\nfluttering and starting roll back in her head as her orgasm slams\nher. When she clams down she rolls onto her belly, spread eagle like\na starfish. Her ragged breathing soon clams down and deepens and I\nrealise she's out of it. I let her sleep for a bit. I do admire the\nwork I did to her ass hole, it's loose and open still. It will\ntighten back up, I know.

When\nshe wakes up after her power nap, I see her feeling her ass hole. I\nassure her that it will tighten back up, but I prefer her loose\nanyway. This causes a small spasm to go through her body and a groan.

“Will\nyou do my cunt again?”

I\nfist her cunt again. She is sore from the first fisting earlier, but\nshe just grits her teeth and takes it. Soon she is warmed up and\ntaking it a savage pounding. This time she cuts the session short and\nreaches for her clit and brings herself to an early orgasm.

She\nhas a shower, gets dressed and leaves. As she walks out the door she\nshows me her fist and says “keep up the good work.”

Next\nday she gave me a debrief, like the first time. Again, she is very\nsore from the severity of the fuck and took a day off work and had to\nsee her doctor for a certificate to show to her workplace. This time\nshe had to tell the doctor that she had her ass fisted. Luckily our\nmedical certificates only say “patient is suffering from a medical\ncondition and cannot attend work”. Some things your employer\ndoesn't need to know. \n

Session Three

No\nneed for intimate details this time. It went just like the others. No\nanal again, she just couldn't get herself cleaned right this time and\nit didn't feel right. The notable part of this session was that she\ncouldn't make it initially when I messaged her. She had other plans\nthat couldn't be broken for the time I was in town. Then, At 3.30AM\non the morning I was flying home and due at the airport at 9AM, I was\nawoken by a message on my phone. \n

“Can\nI still come around? I need a fuck”

So\nthere she was at 4.30AM in the quiet of the early morning screaming\nthe hotel down in orgasm. I still have no idea how no one ever\ncomplained. You can hear people clearly when they talk in the\nhallways at this hotel. So they could definitely hear her squealing,\nyelling and screaming filthy vulgarities. I suspect everyone was busy\njerking off?

Sinead\nleft at around 7AM. Again, she paused in the open doorway gave me the\nfist sign “keep up the good work”. There was a middle aged woman\nstanding in her doorway opposite, dressed in a suit, getting ready\nto leave I suppose. Her eyes were wide, staring at us. Obviously she\nheard everything from the last couple of hours. Sinead says “You\nnext? I recommend it” and walks off. \n

I\nstand there with my door open, looking at the woman. Just for a brief\nsecond she took a half step towards my door instinctively, then\npivoted and rushed off. \n

I get\na message from Sinead later. “Did you do that bitch across the\nhall? She wanted it.”

I\ntell her that I did not, but I'm sure that she was right- she did\nwant it. \n

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That\nwas the last session. We never contacted or fucked ever again. There\nwould have been more, but it was at that time that my European friend\nbegun a run of 16 straight years of spending summer at my place, so I\nstopped making trips to Sydney.

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