“Pegging him? I don’t know Judy…I don’t think I could pull something like that off.” I said. Judy knew how much of a complete jerk Al had been the last few months. So she suggested I get into pegging.
Never gave it much thought until he came home from work and decided to run his mouth about how he needed a piece of ass and that any ass would do. I took up the strap-on later that night and outfitted myself in something that looked like he could blow his load just from looking at me.
I was full of anger and I wanted him to hurt a little. Just a little. So I got Al a tad drunk and brought him into the bedroom. I started to slowly strip him of all his clothing. I found his shirt to smell like perfume. With my jaw flexing, I try to calm down as I tied him arms to the bed.
Al was whistling and goofing around talking about how kinky I was being. Popping up on my knees I fastened Judy’s strap onto my body. I put a glob of Vaseline on the tip and smoothed it down the shaft. Al was still mumbling when I poked around his ass. His eye’s widened when I started to push slowly into his ass.
I took up his legs and put them on my shoulders. His semi-hard cock turned limp when I entered his ass. He asked me what I was doing and begged me to stop. Only I felt this thrill wash over me. Knowing that pegging him against his will gave me utter satisfaction! The force wasn’t overly aggressive. Just enough to make him feel emasculated. He treats women as walking fuck holes. Now he got to feel like a fuck hole!
Al was conflicted. I jerked him off while I made him my bitch. His cock hardened while I yanked at it. No sooner did he blew his sad pathetic load. Loved every bit of his sad face when he didn’t understand what I did.
