RHP Encounter with Pegging

The anticipation had been building for days after connecting with him on Red Hot Pie. He had talked about his fantasies, and I was eager to make them a reality. His profile had caught my eye with its boldness, and our conversations had only intensified my curiosity. Today, I was finally going to meet him at his place, and I knew it was going to be an unforgettable experience.

I arrived at his apartment, my heart pounding with excitement. He opened the door, a confident smile on his face. He was tall, well-built, and his eyes held a mischievous glint. He welcomed me in, and I followed him to the bedroom, where an array of toys was meticulously lined up on the bed. My eyes widened at the sight; he had truly prepared for this moment.

“Ready to explore?” he asked, his voice low and inviting. I nodded, feeling a thrill of anticipation.

We didn’t waste any time. He undressed, revealing his massive cock already hard with desire. It was thick and veined, standing proudly with a flushed head that practically begged for attention. I felt a surge of excitement as I looked at him, knowing what was to come. I slipped out of my clothes, my eyes never leaving his impressive erection.

He lay down on the bed, his eyes watching me intently. "I want you to make me yours," he said, his voice husky with anticipation. "Use those toys on me, make me beg for more, and then I want you to peg me with the big black cock."

I picked up the first toy, a small butt plug, admiring its sleek design. His eyes followed my movements, a smile spreading across his face at the thought of what I would do with each one. I took my time examining the toys, feeling their weight and texture in my hands. There was a variety: plugs, dildos, beads, and even a vibrating wand. Each one promised a different sensation, and I could see the excitement in his eyes as I imagined the pleasure they would bring him.

“Start slow,” he said, his voice trembling with need. “Tease me, make me want it.”

I smiled, running my fingers over the smooth surface of a medium-sized plug. I could see the anticipation building in him, his cock twitching slightly as he watched me. I set the toys down, positioning myself between his legs, ready to begin the erotic journey he had laid out for us.

I started slowly, wanting to prolong the anticipation. I knelt between his legs, my heavy, large breasts brushing against his thighs as I leaned in. His skin was warm, his body already quivering with anticipation. I began by rimming him, my tongue teasing the sensitive skin around his ass. His first moan was a deep, guttural sound that sent a thrill through me, making my own arousal grow.

His body trembled with each delicate stroke of my tongue, his reactions turning me on even more. I could feel the wetness between my legs growing, my nipples hardening as I continued to tease him. His voice was a low, needy whisper, full of desire. "Oh, yes... more, please," he gasped, his hands clutching at the sheets.

I delved deeper, my tongue exploring him thoroughly. He writhed beneath me, gasping and moaning louder with each passing second. His pleasure was intoxicating, spurring me on as I savored every moment. The way his body responded to my touch, the way he gasped and arched his back, made my own desire burn even hotter.

After a while, I picked up the first toy, a small, sleek butt plug. I held it up for him to see, admiring the way his eyes widened with anticipation. "Do you want this?" I asked, my voice teasing.

"Yes," he breathed, his voice thick with need. "Please."

I teased him with the plug, rubbing it gently against his entrance before slowly pushing it in. He moaned deeply, his body arching as he adjusted to the sensation. I took my time, moving the plug in and out, watching his reactions closely. His moans grew louder, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

One by one, I introduced the toys, starting with the smaller ones and gradually moving to larger sizes. Each new toy brought a fresh wave of pleasure, his moans becoming more desperate and his body more responsive. The way he begged for more, his voice trembling with need, was incredibly arousing.

As I slid a larger dildo into his ass, he let out a cry of pleasure, his body arching off the bed. "More," he begged, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I need more."

His reactions were driving me wild, my own arousal reaching a fever pitch. I could feel my nipples pressing hard against my chest, my wetness pooling between my legs. I was more than happy to oblige, eager to push him further, to see how much pleasure he could take.

After teasing him with the toys and listening to his desperate pleas, I knew it was time to give him what he truly craved. I picked up the strap-on harness and secured it around my hips, feeling the power and excitement building within me. I selected the largest dildo, a thick, black cock, and applied a generous amount of lube, ensuring it was slick and ready for him.

He flipped over and knelt in front of my on all fours, I moved behind him, my heavy breasts brushing against his back as I positioned the strap-on. I took a moment to admire the sight of him, bent over and waiting, his body trembling with anticipation. I guided the thick, black cock to his entrance, teasing him with the tip before slowly pushing in. I felt his body stretch and accommodate the size, his deep, guttural moan echoing in the room as his fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

I began to thrust, each movement deliberate and controlled, sending shivers of pleasure through both of us. His moans grew louder, a symphony of pure desire that drove me to go deeper, harder. As I pegged him, I reached around to stroke his massive cock, my hand moving in time with my thrusts. His cock was slick with pre-cum, and I spat on my hand to add to the wetness, my saliva mingling with the lubricant.

He moaned louder, his hips bucking against me, driving the strap-on deeper. The combination of sensations had him on the edge, his body quivering with the need to release. I tightened my grip on his cock, stroking him firmly, feeling the throbbing intensity as he neared his climax.

His voice was a hoarse whisper, filled with need. "Please, don't stop. I'm so close."

I increased my pace, thrusting harder and stroking his cock with determined precision. His body responded with frantic movements, his moans turning into desperate cries of pleasure. The tension built to an unbearable peak, and with one final, powerful thrust, he came intensely. His cum shot out in thick ropes, covering my hand and the sheets below.

As he collapsed on the bed, spent and trembling from the intensity of his orgasm, I moved quickly, my own arousal still burning hot. I took his cock in my mouth, eagerly sucking the cum from him and cleaning every last drop. His body jerked with each touch of my tongue, gasps of surprise escaping his lips as the sensitivity of his cock made him shudder.

I could taste the salty remnants of his release mixed with my saliva, my tongue swirling around the head and down the length, ensuring not a drop was wasted. His softening cock twitched with each movement, and I could feel his heartbeat through the thick vein that ran along its underside.

My hunger for his cock was insatiable, my need to please him driving me forward. I took him deeper, my lips sliding along his shaft, my mouth a perfect, warm haven. But as I continued, my own desperation for release became overwhelming. My pussy throbbed with need, my nipples painfully hard, every nerve in my body screaming for attention.

Each moan he made, each shudder of pleasure, only heightened my own arousal. I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs, my clit aching for touch. As I sucked him, my free hand slipped between my legs, my fingers finding my swollen clit. I rubbed myself furiously, my body on the edge of an explosive release.

His eyes, glazed with satisfaction, met mine, and he could see the raw need burning within me. I was desperate, my movements becoming more frantic as I balanced on the precipice of pleasure. My entire body was a live wire, every touch, every taste pushing me closer to the brink.

Despite my frantic efforts, the tension in my body refused to break. My desperation only intensified, my body trembling with the need for release. I sucked him harder, my tongue swirling around his sensitive cock, but the more I tried to reach my climax, the more elusive it became.

Finally, I released his cock from my mouth, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. I collapsed on the bed next to him, my body still throbbing with unmet desire. He turned to me, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and satisfaction.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

I nodded, trying to catch my breath. "Yeah, just... so close," I admitted, my frustration evident.

He reached out, his hand resting on my thigh in a comforting gesture. "Next time," he promised, a knowing smile on his lips.