Fatal Rendezvous

Irina was a bit nervous, but she decided it was time. After two months of dating, she felt ready for the next step. Due to an overly conservative upbringing, she had remained a virgin for quite a long time and at 25 had absolutely no sexual experience. So today, she gathered her courage and surrendered herself to her boyfriend. And he had already removed most of her clothes. Only her underwear remained.

— Well, just a little left to take off," he said, kissing his girlfriend on the neck.

— Yes..." she replied languidly.

Without stopping to caress her neck with his lips, he ran his hands over her back,

found the clasp, and unfastened it. Now Irina's breasts were uncovered. "I knew she had quite nice tits," he thought, starting to massage them with his hands. "Medium size, small brown nipples. Perfect!"

Without leaving her breasts, he kissed the girl on the lips, then slowly laid her on her back, lifted her legs up, and began pulling down her panties. From embarrassment, Ira blushed and looked away. But a couple of seconds later, she was completely without clothes. Now the girl's naked flesh was revealed to his gaze in all its glory. The smooth lower abdomen and shaved pubic mound beckoned the eye. However, he lifted the girl and said:

— Before we continue, I want to suggest something.

— What is it?" Ira asked after a slight hesitation.

— This," he pulled out BDSM accessories from behind the sofa they were sitting on—a whip, a gag, a blindfold, etc.

— Why... all this?" the girl became a bit nervous.

— For added sensation. Don't be afraid, today I just want to tie you up a little," he took the handcuffs and set everything else aside. "Give me your hands.

— But... I've never...

— It's okay. Trust me," he interrupted her and gently brought her hands behind her back. Then, he put handcuffs on them and fastened them. Now Ira was partially immobilized. Unaccustomed to this feeling, she began to fidget a little in her spot.

— Listen... I don't know...

— Calm down," he said softly, not letting her finish. Then he took Irina under the arms, like a child, and sat her on his lap facing him. She became a bit embarrassed and lowered her eyes. He slowly leaned in and passionately kissed the girl on the lips. She closed her eyes, surrendering to this wonderful feeling. Then she felt his hands wrap around her body. In his embrace, she felt calmer.

They continued kissing. Meanwhile, he stroked Ira's back, gently massaging her and moving from her shoulder blades to her lower back and back. By that time, the girl had completely calmed down and was simply enjoying these "calf-like caresses." She didn't notice how his hand gradually moved lower—to her buttocks and further. However, his next action sobered the girl up.

— What are you doing?!" Ira asked, wide-eyed and indignant, when she felt a touch on her anus.

— What do you mean? Preparing you for sex.

— But why are you touching me... there?

— Who said I was going to fuck you in the pussy?" he continued impassively. "Pilotkas don't interest me. You give birth with them, so keep giving birth. And I believe this dirty hole is given to women for pleasure.

— But we didn't agree..." Ira tried to protest again, but he didn't let her finish, shoving two of his fingers into her mouth, almost causing her to gag.

— Now you're in my power," he said firmly. "You can't do anything. And I'll get what I want anyway, and it's in your best interest to surrender nicely, otherwise it will only hurt more.

He pulled his fingers out of the girl's mouth, after which she coughed. She had no idea she had just provided him with lube—her saliva. So, reaching his hand to her anal opening again, he pressed his finger against the sphincter and inserted the tip of his finger into Irina's rectum.

— Ow!" she arched her back and clenched her teeth, feeling a sharp pain and burning in her anus. "It hurts!

Even the muscles of the girl's anus desperately tightened around the finger, as if resisting this tactless invasion from the rear. But he didn't care. He fully reveled in the sensations of moisture and warmth of Irina's virgin ass, continuing to slowly insert his finger deeper, causing her only more intense pain.

— Stop!" the girl jerked her hands, trying to prevent further penetration into her rear, but the handcuffs wouldn't let her. "I feel like... I'm...

— Like you're about to shit yourself?" he politely continued her thought. "It's okay, that's normal. Better enjoy this feeling.

— Are you crazy?! How can anyone enjoy something like that? It's disgusting! Oww!" here Ira squeezed her eyes shut and began biting her lips, feeling him moving his finger in different directions inside her rectum. The girl was in pain and felt hurt: she had hoped for gentle and tender treatment, but she hadn't expected to endure this unbearable burning in her anus. However, that wasn't the end of it. Because his finger suddenly hit something hard. He felt it but didn't stop moving. Ira felt it too and turned pale, perfectly understanding what it meant.

— Let me go to the toilet," she asked in a frightened voice.

— Why?" he replied indifferently, deliberately continuing to push the piece of feces inside Irina with his finger.

— But... But... You'll get dirty!

— If getting dirty with vaginal discharge is considered normal, then anal discharge is even more acceptable.

— How can you say that?!" the girl was on the verge of hysteria. "It's dirty!

— Sticking a dick in a pussy or mouth is dirty too. Besides, isn't this what you wanted when you said sex is when two people feel something at the same time? That's exactly what's happening now: I feel the shit in your guts, and you feel my finger in your ass.

— No!" she jerked. "I don't want it like this!

— Okay," he stood Irina on her feet, without removing his finger from her ass, and stood up himself. "You convinced me. Let's go to the bathroom.

— Take it out!" she desperately cried out.

— Uh, no! You'll walk with a finger in your ass. Come on!" he pushed her forward.

— Ow!" the presence of a foreign body in her anal opening made it very difficult for Ira to walk, but she had no choice.

And so they went out into the hallway—she was squeezing her sphincter with all her might, and he followed her like a tail, not falling behind. Continuing to push the girl forward, he eventually directed her into the bathroom. Once inside, he finally pulled his finger out of his victim's ass.

— Ahhh!" Irina cried out in surprise.

Meanwhile, he quickly washed his hands and took a rubber bulb-shaped enema from the cabinet above the sink. At the sight of it, the girl shuddered and instinctively stepped back.

— What are you going to do?" she asked with fear in her voice.

— Well, you asked to go to the toilet yourself," he grinned smugly. "And since I'm so kind, I'll gladly help you.

— No, no, no!" realizing his desire, Irina became even more frightened and tried to run out of the bathroom. But he quickly caught her by the hair and pulled her back, returning the unfortunate girl. She cried out in pain, but a moment later realized she was completely helpless before the person she had so unfortunately trusted.

— I don't recommend running away," he firmly stated to her face. "Otherwise, it will hurt. And I'll make you shit anyway.

— ... Maybe I should do it myself?" the girl said quietly. "And you wait in the hallway?

— And miss the most interesting part?!" his voice sounded puzzled. "No way! Sit down. Let's begin.

He pointed to the mat lying on the floor in the middle of the bathroom, and he went to fill the enema with water. The girl absolutely didn't want this. But there was no choice. She slowly knelt down, holding her bound hands behind her back.

— Maybe we really shouldn't?" Ira asked plaintively.

— Bend over already!" he commanded irritably.

Realizing the inevitability of what was to come, the girl timidly lowered her head and raised her butt up. He crouched beside her and began lubricating Irina's anal opening, causing her to tremble. After also lubricating the tip of the enema, he began inserting it into the girl's anus. First, Ira shuddered, then squeezed her eyes shut, feeling cool water pouring into her rectum. Gradually, it completely moved from the rubber container into her intestines.

— It's almost a pity to wash your ass," he said, pulling out the tip of the enema, which was slightly soiled with feces. "The smell of your ass excites me." He brought his nose close to Ira's anus and slowly inhaled the aroma of the unwashed girl's ass.

— Stop..." Irina was experiencing many feelings at that moment, from terrible shame to relentless fear. After all, this was only the beginning, and the continuation promised new suffering. But still, somewhere deep down, she hoped it was just a bad dream from which she would wake up any moment.

— Alright, get up and sit on the toilet," he commanded, cleaning the enema of brown traces. "And then—you know what to do.

Ira felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Not only had they just waved an enema in front of her that had been in her dirty ass, but now she had to release the rest of its contents.

— I suggest you hurry. You don't want to dirty the floor you're lying on, do you?

Indeed, Irina had already begun to feel the urge to defecate and instinctively clenched her anal sphincter. But there was nowhere to go; sooner or later, everything would come out.

— Maybe... you'll leave after all?" the girl muttered uncertainly, getting up from the floor. "I'll die of shame if you watch me.

— And maybe that's exactly what I want," he replied with a smirk. "I've always dreamed of knowing what our diligent and proper artist looks like when she shits.

— Maybe at least free my hands?" Irina was almost crying. "I won't even be able to wipe myself!

— It's okay, it's okay. I'll take care of you.

Ira realized that begging for mercy was pointless. <a hrеf="">erotic stories So, brushing away the tears that welled up in her eyes, she began to sit on the toilet. After sitting for about half a minute, she finally emptied her bowels, making a grimace from the strain. The room filled with a characteristic smell, and the girl's cheeks burned with shame.

— Well, it's not so scary after all, right?" he addressed his victim slyly. Irina didn't answer and lowered her head, hiding her eyes.

— Now get up! And bend over lower," hearing the next command, the girl had no choice but to obey. Slowly rising from the toilet, she leaned forward, again exposing her brown anus. Meanwhile, he pressed the flush button and tore off several pieces of toilet paper.

— Everything will be clean now," hearing these words behind her, Ira shuddered, feeling the movements of his hand, which unexpectedly carefully wiped her perineum. Her shame was still boundless. Now she felt like a three-year-old girl who had just pooped in a potty. Only she wasn't three, but thirty, and it wasn't her mom wiping her, but an adult man. "What will happen next?" flashed through her mind.

— And now—the second round!" as if reading her thoughts, he immediately took the enema and filled it with water from a jar prepared for this purpose. Ira wanted to straighten her back and stand up, but immediately received a strong slap on the buttock.

— Ow!" the girl cried out, feeling a burning pain on her butt.

— Who said you could get up?! Get back!" he pushed her back down with a sharp shove in the back. "Your ass still needs to be prepared!

Finding herself in this humiliating position again, Ira didn't have time to relax before she felt sudden discomfort in her anus. This time, he didn't stand on ceremony and immediately drove the entire enema tip into Irina's anal opening.

— Aaaa..." she groaned quietly, curling up, as he poured water into her rectum. "Couldn't you... do it more gently?

— If you resist, it will only be worse," he sharply pulled the dry enema tip out of the girl's ass.

— It hurts!" she exclaimed in surprise.

— Of course it hurts! Remember—your ass will pay for your insolence.

This was only the second washing of her intestines, but Ira already felt a tingling in her anus. Of course, because until now, no one had invaded her "chocolate eye," so it was completely unaccustomed to the penetration of foreign objects.

Standing bent over on straight legs was terribly uncomfortable. And the water began to beg to come out of the girl's ass.

— Can I sit down now?" she groaned plaintively.

— Too early. Hold it!

Irina realized she would have to stand like that for a while longer and squeezed her anal sphincter with all her might. Then she began to shift from foot to foot, trying to keep the water inside. And he watched with relish the seductive movements of her buttocks, which rolled back and forth. The girl's discomfort and sense of shame only fueled his arousal. He could watch this forever. But he didn't want to waste time either.

— Alright, sit down already," he waved his hand toward the toilet.

Ira hastily straightened up, feeling relief in her back, and began to back up, searching for the toilet with her fifth point since her hands were bound. Finally sitting on it, she strained and, grimacing, released the contents of her intestines. This time, there was significantly less feces. Ordering his victim to stand up and bend over, he pressed the flush button again and, tearing off another piece of toilet paper, began wiping the girl's rear.

— Much longer?" she asked, as she could no longer bear this humiliation.

— Depends on the cleanliness of your ass," he replied, drawing a new portion of water for the next procedure. "Since I decided to fuck you in the ass, I need to make sure nothing gets in my way. Or do you want me to knead your shit?

Irina blushed terribly again and lowered her head, barely audibly saying:

— Can't it be done... some other way?

— Well, I think that's enough," he said, quickly wiping Ira's perineum. "And now get in the bathtub.

Not knowing what awaited her next, Irina uncertainly stepped over the edge of the bathtub and remained standing there. He turned her back to him and took the shower hose, then doused her buttocks with water. Shuddering from surprise, she felt him gradually direct the water stream to her perineum. Now she felt like she was at a gynecologist's appointment. Which was confirmed by the further actions of her tormentor—turning off the water, he squeezed some liquid soap onto his hand and touched the girl's anus.

"Don't jerk.