It was planned, of course. Planned and fantasised over and masturbated to ad infinitum. Despite the planning it had still been postponed and rearranged more than once. Such is the nature of these secret, filthy, life-affirming trysts.
It started with the usual, longed-for, achingly passionate kisses, which rapidly turned into tearing off one-another’s clothes.
Eventually they managed to drag themselves apart enough for her to grab her bespoke lace strapon harness. Excitedly ordered many months ago. Tried on and teased, then put away carefully just for today. It still fit perfectly, and she asked him, “Which dildo am I using?”
Greedily, he offers her the biggest one he has. Purple and tapered, curved upwards, and broadly similar to his own cock. The taper making it thicker at the base though, something he’d struggled with alone.
With her hands on her hips, she stands over him. “Suck it,” she commands, and he wastes no time. “I can see why you like this,” she smiles down at him and runs her fingers through his hair.
He looks up, fighting back his gag reflex with tear filled eyes, and feels joy at pleasing her.
With a finger under his chin, she lifts him up, then the same finger in the centre of his broad, hairy chest pushes him back on the bed. “Legs up,” she says quietly.
Without hesitation, he complies. He looks up, hoping to make eye contact as she pushes into him, but she’s dropping to her knees, hands on his ass cheeks. Her tongue goes straight for his tight hole, and he moans with surprise and pleasure. The look in her eyes has become that animal lust he saw the very first time she swallowed his cum, and it instantly burns into his memory.
Long, slow licks, and fast ones; he’s never been rimmed like this before. He hardly believes this is really happening, such is her pleasure in the act.
Time passes in a daze, the new sensations fogging his mind, until she pulls away for a moment. “I want to finger your ass,” she says quietly. All he can do is nod and moan, and she gets straight to it.
More new sensations, so much better than twisting and stretching to do it himself. Soon she adds another finger, and another. In and out she slides her three fingers, to the sound of his soft moans. She’s enjoying herself, exploring his body in totally new ways.
“I’ve got three fingers in your greedy ass,” she says, “And I’m going to add a fourth.”
He nods as she does so, feeling his eyes roll back slightly at the intensity.
“You know, I think I could…”
“Please don’t fist me,” he interrupts, without really knowing why. He’s here for new experiences, but that seems too much, in the moment.
“Please fuck me,” he asks her, looking into her eyes.
Her grin broadens, and she adds more lube to her strapon, then slides a pillow under his ass.
“Ask me again,” she says with a smirk, pressing the tip of the dildo against his hole.
“Please Miss, please fuck my ass,” he manages to whisper.
She does, slowly thrusting her hips and pushing the dildo inside as she watches with total focus. Slowly in, then back out, getting used to the hip movement she’s only experienced from the receiving end.
Looking into each other’s eyes, she fucks his ass, and their hands entwine. Both greedily taking in this unique moment, committing to memory every detail they can.
After some unknown amount of time, they slip out of their joint reverie, and she guides him to bend over the bed, and she pushes back in.
She’s positioned him so she can watch in the full-length mirror, and that’s exactly what she does while he grips the sheets and pushes back onto her dildo.
Sweat glistens on them both, being unaccustomed to this reversal of roles makes it hard work, and the pace slows.
“How do you want it now?” she asks as he sinks onto the cool sheets.
“Just lie on top of me,” is all he can manage, wanting her close as he processes all the feelings.
She does just that, slipping the strapon back into his ass and resting her weight fully on top of him, tits pressing into his back and her lips brushing his ear.
And that’s where they stay, catching their breath and whispering soft words. His strength means he can push back onto her cock and find the perfect rhythm, and the base of it finds her clit.
Time slips away again, as irrelevant as the world outside the window, and in this perfect moment of filth and exploration the two of them are all that exists.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vr64cq/first_time_pegging_fm_fdom_gentle_femdom