This is a guest post by @SloverofMM
Imagine the sensation of riding a roller coaster.
The wind in your face, the roaring sounds, the G forces that push you down or out during sharp bends.
It's exhilarating and terrifying, and it feels like you are barely hanging in there, hoping and praying that the ride ends while also wanting the thrill to continue.
Get the picture?
That's how it feels when Mistress Makali pegs me.
This isn't some kind of desultory wham bam, thank you ma'am fucking.
Mistress Makali elevates pegging to an art form and overloads all my senses until I scream the safe word.
There is brute force involved, but it's mixed with the finesse of an expert heart surgeon.
But the actual pegging is just the culmination of a long and elaborate erotic act.
She positions me doggy style on the bed, caresses the contours of my back and my ass with her hands, and spanks them hard, telling me how much she loves the V-shape of my back and the hardness of my glutes.
She tells me that I am a prime specimen of masculinity, and that's why she will enjoy fucking my ass even more.
She promises to drill me good and hard, swears that she will make me her bitch and make me moan and cry out her name.
By this time, I am already putty in her hands, and with breathless anticipation, I await the thrust of her cock.
She's not all talk, however: by this time, I feel the cold drops of lube on my asshole, and I feel a stab of pain as she plunges a gloved index finger into me, opening me up for a bigger, girthier intruder.
I squirm and moan, and she laughs merrily, tells me that it's just a finger, and teasingly asks me if she should stop.
I beg her not to.
I then feel her hands grabbing my hips and her cock invading my ass. I groan in pleasure and pain as the intruder passes through the sphincter and slowly advances until she announces that she is balls deep in me.
And then, she starts thrusting back and forth.
Slowly at first, then picking up pace, her hips smash against my ass as I grit my teeth.
I feel a conflicting mix of sensations: I want to tell her to stop because my asshole feels so unnatural, but as she continues pounding me vigorously, it starts to accept and adjust to the new feelings.
I start to enjoy being filled up and tentatively begin to push back, slowly at first and then more in tune with her thrusts.
By this time, she is plunging the strapon as hard and as fast and as rough as she can into my ass, and I am pushing my ass back at the same time.
She looks into the mirror, watching herself pound my ass into submission as the muscles of my back and shoulders flex and ripple with the strain of keeping being face down, ass up.
And none of us are silent.
She tells me what a nasty bitch I am and how she loves to drill and pound me while I groan out her name and beg her to fuck me harder.
We are both wrapped up in the sheer eroticism of pegging. I submit and surrender to her, and she takes what was always hers.
Time seems to freeze as I live and feel each thrust.
By this time, the millions of nerve endings around my asshole have been overstimulated, and I moan out that I can't take her and ask her to stop.
Without missing a beat, she tells me that she would only stop if I said the safe word.
I don't want to.
I want the pleasure to continue, to experience the ride, and surrender myself to what feels like a battering ram fucking me from the inside out.
But while the spirit is willing, the flesh is weak, and I soon realized that I needed the drilling to stop.
I say the safe word, and she instantly pulls out. My ass suddenly feels desolate, and I lie on my belly, absolutely spent.
Every time, she pushes me to the edge of my limits, fucking me with raw and vigorous abandon.
I tell her that next time she fucks me, she should wear a smartwatch to track how many calories she burns because her hips get quite the workout.
She promises to do that and tells me that every time she fucks me, she will beat her previous numbers.
Did my ass write another check it can't cash?
I guess we will find out.
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