I still remember the first time I met a girl who was into pegging, she was a cute blonde from Texas; she was away from home for college and was looking for some fun in Cali, and it so happened that her idea of fun was dominating men. Back in those days I looked like a total whimp trying to act hardcore. I had the whole emo/punk rocker thing going on but none of the talent to play an instrument or the confidence to approach women.
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She did tell me that I was her perfect target, which made a lot of sense to me after giving it some thought. This southern beauty was raised in a cattle ranch and she was hard as nails, even if her sultry accent made her sound simple and cute. Our first meeting took place in a bar where I used to hang out in hopes of nailing some coed tail; in all honesty, it was kind of a shitty dive. The only remarkable thing about the bar was the faux western style, which I think is what drew me in as part of my misguided attempts to be tough and manly.
This gorgeous Texan just grabbed my crotch and told me to meet her at her place for an exciting after party pegging. So, I show up in my best outfit, knock on the door and make my way in like I owned the place, only to freeze the second I took a look at her. She was wearing daisy duke jeans, a flannel shirt and had her hair in pig-tails; a real cowgirl… except for her big strap-on dildo.
I tried to turn on my heels, but with a firm ‘Oh no you don’t, mister” she pulled me onto her couch and slammed me in the mouth with her toy. She told me all about how I was her little piggy and she was going to make me squeal all night long. I tried to resist all through it, but she was stronger than me and easily jammed her cock into my mouth and made me suck on it until she deemed it was time to put my ass to work.
My clothes were ripped from me and escaping was no longer an option, it was time to ride it out. She meant that literally too, which lead to my virgin ass burning as I rode on a dildo and screamed my head off. Every time I tried to get off and move she would squeeze on my balls and pull me back on her. This dance kept going back and forth until my body admitted defeat and gave up with a big messy orgasm. I went to sleep all shaken up and woke up to a nice home cooked meal that I didn’t pass up. She apologized over eggs and toast about her forwardness, all product of being a bit drunk before I came over, but I didn’t mind.
To be honest I was happy that she had such a nice side to her, since the whole pegging experience may have ended up as a trauma, rather than a life changing moment that guided me on a new path of pleasure and self discovery.
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