Pegging Him Please

 
Giving in,
Surrendering,
It’s all she asked him when they first met,
So that night in a drunken stupor he completely succumbed
To all her fleshly desires without regret.
So then in a power switch
He became her bitch,
To her erotic fantasies when she made him lick her clit
Standing over him
While she wore her knee high boots,
As he bore the suffering from under her whip.
Then she blindfolded him,
Bound him,
Gagged him,
Made him get on the bed on his hands and knees,
Lashed and spanked his ass a couple of more times,
Until he started begging and pleading,
But she wouldn’t hear his pleas.
The tip of the whip caressed his anus and balls,
Giving him a sensation he never felt before,
Making him taut, anxious, bothered and hot,
That to his amazement he wanted more.
A couple of more smacks on the bottom
And he was ready to go,
As she tugged at his erection,
Humiliating him, all in the name of degradation,
And that seemed to excite him even more,
But then he heard the sound and felt her spit,
Lubricating his hear end as she slid a finger in,
Without warning
Or any show of affection,
He was there for her fancy and pleasure.

In the blindfold he was full of anticipation,
Excited for what would come next,
But then he heard the sound of rubber,
And that had him completely vexed,
Perplexed
She slipped on a strap-on,
Ready to mount him and pound him like a whore,
Impaling him and again without warning,
As he let out a whimper, a cry,
An expletive whine,
And then a little pleasing moan.

And a barrage of obscenities came from her mouth,
As she thrust her detachable penis into his rear,
Spanking and scratching his buttocks,
That his emotions swung between diversion and fear.
And she pounded with unwavering passion,
Relentless as if venting all her vexation,
Enjoying the sounds of his bitch like whimpers,
And still breathless she held his prostration.

As he grumbled low with exuberant gasps,
She slid and out so easy, deep and fast,
Feeling his wetness dripping down his taint,
To this throbbing erection that seemed to last.
She grabbed his waist and thrust hard,
Calling him names that turned up their fire,
To the point where his knees went weak collapsing
Shaking in delight all the while in a blissful dire.
She took the blindfold off wanting to see his eyes,
The expression of his utter and total surrender,
The threshold between pleasure and pain,
Master and slave,
The connection between them with the greatest of splendor.

She detached the detachable thing
Leaving it deep inside him, sturdy and stout,
“Now fuck me” she said with a great command,
“And don’t you dare let it out.”

He slid inside her, slowly at first,
The penetration from behind and in front,
Reaching his insides with a greater inclination,
That she moaned at the hardness inside her cunt.
And he thrust into her with a steady motion,
Feeling his insides with tight pressure,
Making him more rigid than ever before,
Bewildered by this new found pleasure.
“Fuck me harder” she whispered in his ear,
“Fuck me till you cum” she whimpered as well,
And he pushed and he plunged deeper into her,
Till they both felt their insides come to a swell.

And they came together in synchronicity,
In a rhythm that stopped time and space,
And basked in the afterglow of satisfied lust,
As they contently quivered and embraced.