How to Peg a Younger Man

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His firm knocks on the hotel room door jump started my already rapidly beating heart into complete overdrive. I was finally going to come face to face with the man I had been having a relationship with online for three years. I knew his face, his body, his voice, his smile, his cock. Having sex over the computer isn’t ideal, but when you have access to webcams and microphones, two people can make most anything work.
I sat frozen on the bed, my hands cold and trembling as the blood rushed to my head from my overworked heart. My bare bottom was being caressed by freshly cleaned bed sheets. The carpet was not as soft as I had wanted it to be, and my toes curled and dug into the rough surface. I felt my chest expanding as I took longer and slower breaths to calm my nerves.
I reached for my hair tie on my wrist and put my hair up into a pony tail. He had always liked that. The room was warm but my skin was cold with anticipation and nerves. I was not wearing a shirt or a bra, and my large breasts rose and fell with my big gulps of air. My nipples were rock solid, and I could feel my pussy tingling and getting wetter by each passing moment.
The raps on the door came again, three strong knocks, determined pounding. I stood up, almost too quickly, and the head rush I received almost made me fall back over. Stumbling forward, I gripped the wall to steady myself and made my way towards the door. Pressing myself up against the warm wood, I looked excitedly through the peephole.
There he was. In a suit and tie. Smiling and waiting. I giggled to myself and bit down hard on my lower lip. Unlocking the deadbolt, I felt nervous but excited as my entire body started to feel electric. I reached for the door handle and pulled open the door to someone even more attractive in person than through my computer screen. His eyes widened, like they always had when he had the privilege of getting to view me. I smiled as he traced my entire body with his eyes.
Watching him standing there staring at me, practically naked besides the one surprise we had agreed on, brought me back to the first time we met. Wel, the first time we spoke online. He was adorable and young and eager, but it was his overall attraction to me, a curvier woman, that made me want him even more.
We were both in one of those filthy online adult chat rooms, looking for a reprieve from the norm and to cure our affliction. He was cocky, but kind and seemed genuinely interested in a conversation, rather than attempting to show off his masturbation prowess. We spoke for an hour or so before I asked if I could see his face and hear his voice. He had no issue and from then on I was hooked on him. It took all but two minutes for me to ask to see him naked, he kindly obliged and put on a wonderful show for me. He danced, moaned, stroked and came for almost a half an hour for me. He made me soak myself just watching him, and that was how our little sexualized relationship began.
Since we first met, I knew he was younger than I was, probably 15 years or so. He was in shape, talkative, clean, happy and hung. I had no complaints watching him jerk off for me and to me over and over again. We must have had over 50 sessions of cyber fucking before we just couldn’t resist meeting in person, but before we did, he admitted some of his hidden fantasies to me.
It took a moment for me to realize that I was standing in my doorway, completely nude, wearing a nicely sized strap on in a hotel hallway. My arm up the door frame and my other hand on my hip, letting him drink every inch of me in. He seemed frozen too, but I was ready to make sure he got to live out his fantasy of being pegged by a dominant woman.
I smirked and reached for his navy blue tie and pulled him into the room and slammed the door shut behind him. Pushing him up against the door my lips pulled into his like they belonged there. His lips were moisturized and soft, wet and forgiving, he moved his tongue against mine in small circles, his hands on my face as his hot breath poured out of his mouth as if he was deciding between life and kissing. I felt his electricity course through me and I bit his lower lip hard and pulled him towards me along with it. When I let go, I pressed my hands to his hardened chest and pushed him back against the door, the fire in my eyes was growing more intensely.
“Get on your fucking knees, you little cock sucking sissy,” the words came to me without thought or hesitation, and I surprised even myself with my dominance and determination. I was breathing heavily and he stared back at me in complete lust and submission. He dropped slowly to his knees in his nice grey suit, onto the rough carpet. I must have looked like a force of sexual nature, only wearing a strap on, my curves accentuated and my fists clenched at my side, staring him down and looking through him.
I smirked, “Crawl to me,” I commanded. My hand wrapped around the strap on as I began to stroke it slowly and back away one step at a time for each foot forward he moved. He looked so sexy following my commands. He was practically drooling to swallow my cock whole. His eyes begged me to stop moving away from him, which I promptly did when I reached the desk chair in the corner of the room. It was black leather and extremely soft, it was warm to my skin, and sat down, stroking it slowly as he came between my legs, awaiting my next instruction, speechless and subdued.
“Talk to me,” I spoke above a light whisper.
“I’m yours to take,” he smiled back. I smiled along with him as I motioned him with my hand to rise off of all fours and prop himself up on his knees. His tie was loose around his neck, I could tell he was becoming aroused as he shifted on his knees, his hands aching to feel my skin, my hips, my breasts. His mouth begging for both my sweet lips and the plastic cock wrapped securely around my waist.
I reached out for his hair and grabbed a handful and pulled him onto me. His lips caressed mine, my hips shifted underneath him. I let his tongue slide, wet and slick into my mouth and massage my own.
I pulled him off and pushed him back down to his knees. “Stand up, and strip for me. Slowly,” I demanded. I slouched in the chair and bit my bottom lip as he stood up and smirked back at me. My legs were wide, he had a nice view of my freshly shaven, wet labia lips below he strap on. His bulge flinched in his trousers and I giggled.
His hands worked too quickly on his tie as he rushed it off. I pressed my hands down against the thick, charged air in a slowing motion, urging him to move more smoothly and with more eroticism. As the tie hit the floor, he understood my message and started to move his hips slowly in front of me. Teasing me like he would if he was on webcam for me.

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