However, it wasn't until months into our relationship that she began to tell me about some of her fantasies which I was more than happy to satisfy an ...er fantasies tended to the more violent side: choking, bruising, punching, gagging, tying up, humiliation and torture...then there was fisting. Now up to that point I've attempted but never actually fisted a woman and I always backed out once I reached the widest part of my hand, but with my wife I knew she wouldn't mind the pain. The first time. Hell I hadn't heard one word - not really. I nodded politely and was about to get out. The cab driver got the weirdest damn smile that I ever saw and suddenly I felt something was about to go wrong, REALLY WRONG, like I usually do when I was in a meeting and somehow can sense some big sandbags were about to crush the top of my head. I was worried he was going to rob me or something!"But all the ugly driver said was 'You, have a nice evening' as I opened the door and stepped out. Suddenly I was. If you keep this up, you're sure to give yourselves away. Christy, leave poor Jack alone. If I can wait till later, so can you." She kept up the pretense that there'd be love making later that evening. "What'd we forget?" Craig asked in a small voice. They were getting closer to the dorm. She heard the fear in his voice again. She almost felt a little sorry for him. Perhaps it was because he looked so convincing. Maybe it was the fact that the bravado he'd exhibited when they first met. This is it! The moment I’ve waited so long for! To be destroyed by Chad’s big cock. I feel him place the head of his cock against my asshole and he slowly starts to push forward. I’ve never had anything this big in my asshole before and it hurts like hell! I let out a small shriek in pain as his head passes through my hole. “You alright?” he asks with a soft tone in his voice. This isn’t what I want, I don’t want a caring nice man to fuck me, I want Chad to fuck me like a slut and hurt me! I.