Sometimes I get in these moods where all I want is anal sex. I don't know if other people do the same but it's always been like this for me, at least since I let the first guy fuck me in the ass. I had heard that it hurt but my experience was different than expected. Instead of hurting, it felt so fucking good. Anal felt better than getting fucked in the pussy. I had my first orgasm with a partner and I knew then and there that I was going to become an anal-only girl.
It was a lot easier to get dick when I started advertising on my social media that I was an anal-only girl. Tons of guys were always messaging me saying that their girlfriends wouldn't let them near their asses. I offered mine up instead. I figured those girls would probably want a girl like me teaching their boyfriends how to fuck an asshole instead of some other slut. I wasn't after their little boyfriends, anyway. I was after more and more cocks.
It wasn't that I didn't want to fuck the same cocks over and over again. I did. I just couldn't wait around to play the stupid mind games people try to pull off on dating websites. I needed dicks right away. So I blew through them, letting them all fuck my ass as roughly as they wanted. I loved it hard and fast. I loved it slow and lingering too. I just loved getting my asshole used by cocks and I wasn't being shy about it.
I went to a garage sale by chance one Saturday and I saw a set of stocks, the kind that had been used in medieval times to torture wrongdoers. The man who was selling them snuck up behind me and startled me with his greeting.
"Can I help you?"
"How much are these?" I asked him.
"You're interested in this?" he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Yes, how much are they?"
"They're free if you let me lock you up in them for a bit." He winked at me. I wasn't sure if he was serious or joking and I gave a tentative laugh. He laughed with me but instead of making me feel better, I felt weird. He gave me a look I couldn't quite read. He leaned in and kissed me.
"Hey!" I took a few steps back. "What are you doing?"
"I thought you might want to get to know me a bit before I locked you up in these."
"Oh! You were serious? I thought you were kidding."
"I would never joke about that. Why don't you come inside and we can discuss the transaction."
"I don't know..." I trailed off. I wasn't afraid of him. He seemed harmless enough. I just wasn't sure if I was attracted to him or not. He wasn't really my type. He was much older than me and he had a handlebar mustache that bothered me. He probably spent more time styling his facial hair than I did doing my entire hair and makeup.
"I have booze and weed," he coaxed me toward the door. I followed him, bribed by the thought of booze in the morning. I followed him inside and let him pour me a glass of scotch. I drank it greedily like it had been a long time since I'd seen alcohol. The truth was, I wasn't quite twenty-one, but he hadn't asked so I gulped down three glasses before I realized I had overdone it.
Next came the weed and I could feel my asshole itching to be fucked by this man. I barely knew him and I wasn't even sure I found him attractive. None of that mattered now, as my asshole ached to be abused. He was in front of me and he had a cock. I wanted him.
"Smoke this now, baby. Then open your legs for me and let me tickle that pussy a little bit." He stared me down, willing me to simply obey his aggressive commands. I grabbed the pipe and lighter from his outstretched hand and smoked until the world was blurry. My asshole was aching for it. I knew I needed to take matters into my own hands. I knew it was time.
"Do you like anal?" I asked him, breaking the awkward silence that had built as I smoked.
"Excuse me, baby?" he asked. He actually tapped on one of his ears as if it might be out of order.
"Do you like fucking women in the butt?" I rephrased.
"Oh. I don't know about that. Are you into that?" he asked me.
"Yes, I'm very into that."
"You are?" His eyes got wide and I couldn't help but laugh at how shocked he was.
