Searching for a Lover to Satisfy My Anal Sex Fetish

I’m going to get real honest with you and admit I have an anal sex fetish  My addiction to anal sex was born the second I felt a cock in my ass.  My entire body came alive as if a firework show was going on inside me as my lover’s hard flesh slid deep into my ass.  And, now many years later the only thing that gives me relief at the end of the day is feeding that addiction.

Walking into my kitchen I was pissing mad.  Of course, the frustrations of the day were running through my body so intensely I could hardly sit still.  Suddenly it hit me what I needed.  Nothing relieved this feeling quite like hot angry deep anal sex.  My husband was coming home tonight. Of course, he didn’t know it yet but Phil was about to tame my anal sex fetish with a good ass pounding.

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Phil walked into the kitchen and leaned over to kiss me hello.  And, then as I  continued reading my magazine I pulled away just as Phil’s lips were about to make contact.  “What’s up?”, Phil’s voice sounded tired.  And for just a minute I considered not going through with my plan.  But then I thought of the rewards and plunged forward.  Looking up at him with a disgusted look I said, “What’s up?  I can’t believe you have the nerve to even ask that.”  I then got up and left the room.

Sitting on the side of the bed I didn’t say a thing when Phil came in. However, as Phil stood in front of me, I acted as though he wasn’t there. Reaching down to pull my head up so he could see my eyes he gasped at the fiery anger he saw in them.  Pulling my chin out of his hand I stood up to storm away but he grabbed me around the waist.  Struggling with him I said, “I’m sleeping in the guest room.  I can’t stand being in the same room with a whoring pig like you.”  Phil’s growl filled the room as he threw me on the bed.  My pulse increased as my body caught fire with the knowledge my plan was working.  My anal sex fetish was activated and ready for a hard cock.

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Landing hard on my back, I looked up at him and growled right back at him.  The anal sex addict in me pushed me to roll over onto my stomach.  As I began to crawl across the bed I felt his hand reaching under my skirt.  The sound of my panties tearing filled the room.  Of course, Phil and I both loved playing with rough anal sex.  Phil was all too willing to satisfy my anal sex fetish over and over.

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Feeling his powerful thighs pushing my legs apart I roared with anger.  “Get the fuck off me, Phil. I’m not in the mood.”  But of course, I was so in the mood.  His chuckle against my ear made me fight even more.  His enormous cock plunged deep into my cunt as my scream filled the room.  “You know I want that ass don’t you?”  His husky voice only added fuel to my fire.  “You’re a fucking pig, Phil.”  His hard flesh pulled out of my pussy just as his big palms spread my ass cheeks wide.  “Is this what you want, Chanel?”  I could feel my ass quivering with anticipation of the pounding that was cumming.

Phil smiled when I tilted my ass up higher.  As his hard cock slammed into my dry ass I screamed in pain.  Of course, the pain quickly changed into deep pleasure as he gripped my hips hard and pounded my ass like a jackhammer.  Yes!  I could feel the frustrations of the day disappearing with the rough anal sex that I craved.  Of course, the truth is that Phil had his own anal sex fetish that paired quite well with my own.

“Who’s the whore now, you bitch.”  And then Phil’s voice joined my scream as orgasms rippled throughout my body. As I began collapsing on the bed I felt Phil’s hot cum shoot into my ass as tingles of pleasure ran up and down my spine.  Of course, for now, my anal sex fetish was satisfied for now.

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