Hiya! I am Priya, 40 years old, living in Bangalore with my husband Imran and our two lovely boys. It’s been a while since I posted something new.
A quick reminder about me. I have fair skin for a South Indian. I wear a bra size 38D, and my nipples are dark brown. My husband loves and spends quality time suckling on them. I have a soft belly with stretch marks from two pregnancies, and a big, round, juicy ass, which, by the way, is my biggest asset.
In the first few years of marriage, I was very traditional in bed. Classic missionary sex with lights off, A quick 10-minute fuck and we were done. No sucking, no licking, nothing dirty, nasty or kinky. But one day, my life took a turn.
Today I am a shameless, piss-drinking, shit-smeared, ass-whore who cannot live without a thick cock stuffing my asshole at least once a week. Not only that, I have become an evangelist. Teaching my best friend, Neha and my own younger sister, Ritu, how to become filthy anal sluts like me.
It all started a few years ago. Raj had been after my ass for months. Every night while sucking my big brown nipples, he would rub my pussy and squeeze my fleshy ass cheeks.
He would beg, “Priya, please yaar, ek baar teri tight gaand mein lund daalne de. Bahut maza aayega.” (Please let me fuck your ass at least once) I used to get very angry and respond sharply, “Fuck off! Nope! Not happening, sorry! I would push him away and sleep, turning my back to him.
I felt bad. I knew he wanted to fuck my ass, and the fear, along with shame, never allowed me to play along. But inside me, something was changing. One night when Raj was snoring, I took my phone and searched for anal sex tips. I found a very detailed guide.
By the time I finished it, my pussy was dripping wet, and my asshole was twitching and itching for a new sensation. The part about “kinky taboo factor” and “intense different types of orgasm” made me very horny. That night, I fingered myself thinking about a thick cock stretching my ass.
Next morning, as Raj was getting ready for work, I hugged him from behind and said, “Let’s do it.” Confused, he turned around and asked, “Do what?” I maintained eye contact and expected him to read my mind. And just like that, he knew what I was talking about.
He had this spark in his eyes, which was priceless. Before he could get excited, I warned him and said that while it would be a no-holds-barred session, I would be in control, to which he immediately agreed.
Later that afternoon, I got a message on WhatsApp from Raj.
Raj: Babe, I am so excited. I bought two bottles of the best silicone lube and a small butt plug, too.
Me: Main nervous hoon lekin horny bhi. Sphincter muscle ko time dena padta hai relax hone ke liye. Pehle main akeli practice karungi. (I’m nervous and a bit scared. I’d like to practice alone before you come home.) Aur Raj… (and…)
Raj: What?
Me: Main soch rahi thi ki gaand ko clean nahi karungi achhe se. Thoda natural shit rehne dena chahti hoon. Feel karna chahti hoon real dirty anal. (I’d like to keep it raw and nasty tonight, hope that’s ok with you.)
Raj: Fuck Priya… tu sach mein itni dirty randi banne wali hai? (Really, will you be a filthy whore for me tonight?) My cock is leaking precum already. Can’t wait anymore, baby
Me: Yes, Daddy. But a slow start. Agar dard hua toh bolungi stop. Aur piss bhi try karenge agar mood bana. Let’s go all in. (If it pains or gets uncomfortable, we call it quits, deal? And yeah, I was wondering what your view is on water sports)
Raj: Uff, Fuck! Who are you, woman? Lol
That afternoon, I got naked. My big boobs were hanging, and my nipples were already hard. I got on the bed in a turtle position with my knees wide, my chest pressed on the mattress, and my round ass was high up. I took the silicone lube and poured a lot on my middle finger and directly on my brown asshole.
“Aah fuck…” I moaned as I pushed my finger inside. My sphincter gripped it like something. It was tight and burning. I suddenly remembered reading online about holding the finger still for 1-2 minutes, breathing deeply and relaxing the muscle,
So I kept the finger buried, and then the tight ring started to loosen up. I then moved the finger in and out very gently, and after some time, I added a second finger. “Uffff… bahut tight hai meri gaand.” (Fuck who knew, pain and pleasure felt strangely good.)
I finger fucked my own ass for a few minutes. Then I took the small butt plug, lubed it heavily and pushed it inside. The stretch felt so good. While the plug was stretching my gaand. I started to rub my clit fast in circles until I cum hard. I was biting the pillow so that no sound came out.
Some pussy juice leaked on the bed. I left the plug inside for one hour while doing house chores. A strange sensation, my pussy was continuously wet. That night, Raj entered the bedroom, and I asked him to lie flat on his back. His 7-inch cock was modest in length.
But the thickness I fell for, it was now standing. I was next to the bed, staring at his dick. He had a look on his face that begged me to take his cock in my mouth, but I wanted something different tonight. I wanted to explore the whore in me.
I climbed the bed, and after popping his cock in my mouth, I started pinching his nipples. Raj pulled my nipple and sucked on my fingers as he worked my mouth on his cock. I then asked him to lie on his stomach. Confused, he said, “What?”
I told him not to make me repeat myself, and he quietly turned around with a smile. I then rubbed my body on his back and started kissing him just like he would do to me every night. I felt guilty for depriving my husband of what he deserved. No longer shall I be the pillow princess, I said to myself.
Finally, my lips were kissing my husband’s ass. Raj suddenly tightened his ass cheeks and turned around. He looked at me and said, “You don’t have to do this, baby. I love you”
Me: Just shut up and lie down like a good boy.
He reluctantly went back to his position, but his ass was still tight; he would not loosen up for me to spread. I didn’t say anything and accepted the unspoken challenge. I kept kissing his butt until he finally gave up and then licked his butt hole.
A few seconds later, he turned around again and said he didn’t feel good about his beautiful wife doing that. This time, I respected his wishes but told him that tonight, I was not his beautiful wife but a filthy anal whore who would do anything.
I removed the Butt Plug and sniffed it, then took it close to his nose so he could get a whiff of the nasty. I then placed the plug in my mouth with spit, drooling on my breasts. Raj grabbed me aggressively.
Raj: Ab to gaand chod ne de meri rand (Let me fuck your ass, you whore.)
I poured almost half a bottle of lube on his dick and deep inside my asshole with my fingers. I then straddled him in cowgirl position by holding his slippery cock and placed the thick head on my puckered butt hole. With a nervous look on my face, I looked him in the eye.
I said, “Raj… bahut slow, okay?” ( Raj… Slowly, please don’t rush.) I started sitting down. The head popped inside with sharp burning pain. “Ah fuck! Bahut mota hai tera lund… meri gaand phat rahi hai!” (Ahh fuck, your cock is too thick, I don’t think I can take it. You will tear my ass, Raj, stop.)
I froze. I took deep breaths and waited for a full two minutes, letting my sphincter relax around his cockhead. Slowly, very slowly, I sank down. Inch by inch, his thick cock disappeared into my virgin ass. When his balls touched my wet pussy.
I let out a long moan, “Oh fuck… poora andar chala gaya… meri gaand bilkul full ho gayi.” (Oh fuck, it’s deep inside, My ass feels so full.)
I started moving up and down slowly. Raj was rubbing my clit with his thumb. The pain slowly turned into deep, dirty pleasure. My ass made wet squelchy sounds. After some time, I felt pressure. There was soft shit inside me. Instead of stopping, I pushed a little.
A thick soft piece of shit came out along with his thrusting cock and smeared all over his shaft and my ass cheeks. I was too embarrassed; my fear manifested into reality. I could bear the pain, but not this humiliation.
Me: “Raj, stop.”
Instead, Raj groaned in pleasure and continued to fuck me and said, “I love this filthy version of you, remember you said ‘No limits”
That filthy smell and the dirty talk, the way Raj pulled my hair without judging me, boosted my confidence. It made me even hornier. I rode him faster. Shit was spreading everywhere – on his stomach, on my thighs. I leaned forward and kissed him with my dirty mouth.
Then he pulled me up, held my hair and pushed his shit-smeared cock in my mouth. I sucked it like a dirty cocksucker, tasting my own shit mixed with lube and his precum. “Mmm… tasty hai madarchod,” I said. (It is tasty.)
Then he made me open my mouth wide and pissed directly inside. I drank gulp after gulp, some spilling on my boobs. “Aur randi, mera piss pi,” he said. (Slut, drink my piss.) I drank almost half his piss. That dirty act made me cum violently.
My whole body shook; I squirted hard on his stomach while his shit-covered cock was buried deep in my gaand. Raj also cum, pumping thick, hot cum deep inside my dirty asshole.
We both lay there exhausted, bodies covered in shit, piss, cum and sweat. That night, I became a complete anal addict.
A few weeks later
Raj: Baby, aaj kya plan hai? Gaand ready hai? (Babe, is your ass ready for me tonight?)
Me: Haan daddy. Aaj maine din bhar plug pehna hai. Meri gaand mein soft shit bhara hua hai. Aaj doggy mein maarna aur pura brown kar dena. Phir mera muh mein piss karna. Main sab pi jaungi. (Yes, Daddy, this whore is ready for you)
Raj: Fuck… tu sach mein meri personal toilet ban gayi hai. Ghar aate hi teri gaand phaadunga. (Fuck, you are such a slut, can’t wait to fill your holes.)
There was no stopping. Almost every alternate day, we had filthy anal sessions. I stopped cleaning my ass properly. I would wear a butt plug the whole day, sometimes pushing small pieces of shit while cooking or cleaning the house. Raj loved it.
In doggy style, he would fuck my ass hard, pull out his brown cock and slap it on my face. Then make me suck it clean. I started eating small pieces of my own shit from his cock like a true shit-eating randi. The dirtier we became, the stronger my orgasms.
He fucked my ass for 25 minutes, pulled out a big soft log of shit on his cock and fed it to me piece by piece. I ate it while looking into his eyes. Then he pissed in my mouth again, and I swallowed everything.
One evening, my best friend Neha came home. We were alone. I told her my complete story without any shame – how I started, the preparation, the first shit-smeared fuck, piss drinking, everything.
Neha was shocked. “Priya tu sach mein shit khati hai aur piss peeti hai?” (Are you serious? You indulge in scat and piss?)
Me: Yup. I’m not asking you to follow my kinks, I’m just saying if you don’t engage in anal any shape or form, be it a finger, tongue or a cock then you are missing out. Taboo feeling se orgasm bohot strong hota hai. ( The nastier the sex, the more vigorous the orgasm)
After one month, Neha called me.
Neha: “Priya, you dirty bitch! Maine kal try kiya. Pehle normal anal, phir main ne husband ko apni piss pilayi. Bahut ganda aur mazedaar tha. Ab main bhi addicted ho rahi hoon.” (Girl! We tried it last night, and it was awesome, I explored the idea of making my husband drink my pee, tho)
Me: Glad you enjoyed it, Happy for you.
Neha: Can we meet in the evening
Me: Sorry, Ritu is coming home. Next time, maybe?
Neha: Hmm, ok, chal bye!
Then my younger sister Ritu came in the evening. Long story short, Ritu is just a couple of years younger than me, we are more like friends than sisters, and she was complaining about boring sex. I took her to my bedroom and gave full gyaan.
Me: “Ritu, teri gaand waste mat kar. Main reluctant thi pehle, ab main evangelist ban gayi hoon. Silicone lube le, fingers se practice kar, sphincter relax kar. Phir jab lund andar jaaye toh enjoy kar. Baad mein dirty bhi try kar – shit play aur piss drinking. Life badal jaayegi.”
(Little sis, don’t waste your beautiful ass. I, too, was reluctant; now look at me, I preach anal sex like it’s some kind of religion with doctrines. You have no idea what you are missing out on. By the way, have you ever tried drinking each other’s piss? You must do that.)
Ritu: Didi, maybe you and Jiju should do a demo in front of me
Me: Really?
(This story is a detailed one for another day)
Anyways Ritu tried, and now she is also hooked. We three have a secret WhatsApp group “Dirty Anal Sisters” where we share our filthy photos, videos of shit-smeared gaands, piss drinking and intense orgasms.
I also started pegging Raj. I wear a strap-on, fuck his ass hard, and I piss on his face. He has become my little anal slut, too.
Today I am a proud piss-drinking, shit-eating anal randi. I wear a butt plug almost every day. My gaand is always ready. Whenever Raj comes home, the first thing I do is bend over and show him my plugged ass. He removes the plug, sees the shit, and fucks me hard.
I tell every woman who complains about sex life, “Beheno, daro mat. Proper lube, slow start, communication. Pehle normal anal sikho, phir dirty level pe jaao. Shit play aur piss drinking se maza double ho jaata hai. No pregnancy tension, periods mein bhi kar sakte ho. Ek baar try karogi toh wapas nahi jaaogi.”(Be brave, you only live once!)
From a shy, reluctant housewife who was scared of even normal anal, I have become a complete filthy anal slut shamelessly addicted to cock in my ass, shit on my tongue, and warm piss in my belly. And I have never been happier or hornier in my life.
DISCLAIMER: Anal sex is a very subjective topic; details in this article/story are exaggerated for pleasure. Every woman’s body is different; assuming that all women love anal is a myth, and for men, when a woman says “NO”, it means “NO”.
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