My Hotwife Journey Pt 54
“I pegged another man and loved it”

You know those things on your bucket list- well your sex bucket lists. I’m on a mission to tick all of them off. Except what I just did- isn’t going to be a one time thing. You see I love being submissive to guys who have a dominant nature. But there is a part of me- the part that has so much fun domming my husband- that has made me realise how much fun it can be. Oh and the fact that since switching roles with Hubby has resulted in him having the best orgasms of his life… means that I must be pretty good at it.

The hardest part about ticking this off the bucket list was actually finding someone to do it with. I mean, it’s not exactly like you can just walk up to a guy at a bar and be like “Hey, wanna let me take complete control of you and have my way with you?” Well, I guess you could, but that’s a pretty bold move even for me! So I just let the universe do its thing, knowing that when the right opportunity came along, I’d be all over it.

And then it happened.

I got a message from a random guy. Nothing unusual there, I get plenty of those. But this one was different. He reminded me that he had actually messaged me almost two years earlier after seeing a video of me pegging Hubby. Yep, two whole years ago! He had been lurking, watching, waiting, and jerking off to the thought of me fucking someone with a strap on. And now? He was finally coming to my part of Australia and he wanted to play.

Actually, no, let me correct myself. He didn’t just want to play. He wanted to be fucking dominated. By me.

I’m not gonna lie, my pussy clenched a little when I read that message. The idea of having a man completely surrender himself to me, to let me use him however I wanted, made me feel powerful in a way I hadn’t felt before. So of course, I said yes. We organised to meet up on one of his nights in Sydney, and I started counting down the days.

The day finally arrived and holy fuck, I was nervous and horny all at the same time. I packed my bag with all the essentials: a few dildos in different sizes, my trusty paddle, and my leash. Yep, I was bringing my A-game and this guy had no idea what he was in for.

I arrived at the hotel and there he was, already waiting in the lobby. The moment I walked in, his eyes locked onto me and I could practically feel his heart racing from across the room. I checked in, trying to play it cool, but my pussy was already tingling with anticipation. As soon as I turned around, he walked straight over to me. We got in the lift, the doors closed, and without saying a single word, he kissed me.

Not a gentle little peck either. A deep, hungry, I've-been-waiting-two-years-for-this kind of kiss. And fuck, I loved it. I kissed him back, letting my tongue slide against his, feeling his desperation already starting to show. Then I pulled away, grabbed his hand, and led him to the room like the good little boy he was about to become.

Once we got inside, I didn't waste any time. I sent him straight to the shower. No chit chat, no awkward small talk. Just "go clean yourself for me." And he obeyed. While he was in there, I set the mood and laid out my toys on the table where he could see them.

When he came out of that bathroom, I watched his eyes roam over my body, desperate to see more. So I gave him what he wanted. I dropped my coat to the floor, revealing my short little skirt, my thigh highs hugging my legs, and a top that you have to see to believe.  His jaw practically hit the floor.

"I want you on your knees over there,," I said, pointing to the middle of the room.

He didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees right where I told him, looking up at me with those eager eyes. The mood was set. I walked over to him, standing over his kneeling body, and I asked him one simple question.

"What are we going to do tonight?"

His response was instant. "You're going to fuck me."

I smirked, "That's right," I whispered. "But first, I'm going to make you my bitch."

I leaned down and gave him a soft little kiss on the lips, just to tease him, then pulled back and looked him dead in the eyes. "But before we begin, you've got work to do. You're going to eat my pussy. Understand?"

He nodded, practically drooling already. I got on the couch, head down, ass up and had him eat me from behind. .

"Get that tongue in there," I ordered, grinding my pussy back onto his mouth. "Deeper."

"Oh fuck," I moaned, feeling his tongue slide inside me. "Oh yeah, just like that."

I reached behind me, grabbing my arse cheeks and spreading them wide, urging him to get his tongue even deeper. I wanted to feel him everywhere. My back arched, pushing my wet pussy harder against his face, my asshole rubbing against his nose while his tongue worked its magic inside me.

"That's it," I gasped. "Right fucking there."

I grabbed the back of his head, and held him exactly where I needed him. No escaping. No coming up for air. Just his tongue buried deep in my pussy. He belonged to me now. 

The pressure built up fast. My thighs started shaking, my breathing got ragged, and I could feel that orgasm creeping up, ready to explode. I pushed back harder, grinding against his tongue, using his face for my own pleasure until finally, I came. Hard. My whole body shuddered as waves of pleasure rolled through me, my juices dripping down his chin.

"Good way to get your new mistress in a good mood," I said, still catching my breath.

Once I had finished cumming, I looked back at him, his face glistening with my wetness, and I couldn't help but smile. "Such a good boy," I purred, stroking his cheek. Then I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, tasting my own pussy on his tongue. Fuck, that was hot.

But I wasn't done with him yet. Not even close.

I pulled back and gave his arse a sharp spank, the sound echoing through the room. "Now get on the couch," I commanded. "Lie down. We're just getting started."

I moved back to my table of goodies, my eyes scanning over my toys. I grabbed his ball gag and my paddle, feeling a rush of excitement as I walked back over to him. He was still lying there on the couch, looking up at me with those desperate eyes, probably wondering what the fuck I was going to do next.

I straddled his chest, my pussy still wet and dripping onto his skin, and held up the ball gag. "Open up, bitch," I said, and he obeyed instantly. I secured it behind his head, tightening it just enough to remind him that his mouth was no longer his own. He was already getting handsy, grabbing my arse while I fastened the gag, squeezing my cheeks like he couldn't help himself. I let him. For now.

I couldn't believe how fucking hot this was. A big, strong man I had just met, lying on his back with his mouth gagged, completely at my mercy. The power was intoxicating. My cunt was throbbing, my whole body buzzing with adrenaline and lust.

I slid down his body, letting my tongue trail across his chest until I reached his nipple. I nibbled it gently at first, then bit down just hard enough to make him squirm. While I teased him with my mouth, I ran the paddle along his thigh, letting him feel the cold leather against his skin, a little preview of what was coming.

Then I slid further down, straddling him right over his cock. I could feel it pressing up against me, rock hard and desperate for attention. But he wasn't getting that yet. Instead, I grabbed his hands and placed them firmly on my arse, letting him feel what he couldn't have. His cock twitched beneath me, getting harder and harder, and I just smirked.

"Enjoying yourself?" I teased, grinding against him just a little. But then I climbed off and gave him his next command. "On all fours. Now."

He scrambled to obey, positioning himself on the couch with his arse in the air. Fuck, what a view. I pulled down his underwear slowly, revealing his bare arse, and I could already hear his muffled breathing getting heavier through the gag.

I didn't make him wait. I raised my paddle and brought it down with a satisfying smack against his cheek. His body jolted, a muffled moan escaping through the gag. So I did it again. And again. Each swat leaving a beautiful pink mark on his skin, each one making him moan louder.

What a fucking view. This big, strong man on his hands and knees, his arse presented for me like a gift, taking every spank I gave him. I kept going until my arm started to ache, until his arse was nice and red, until I decided I wanted something more...

I let my hands roam over his reddened arse cheeks, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin where I'd spanked him. Fuck, he looked good like this. Presented and vulnerable and completely mine.

Slowly, I spread his cheeks apart, exposing his tight little arsehole. I leaned in close and let a thick drop of spit fall from my lips right onto it, watching it glisten against his skin. I used my thumb to spread it around, lubing him up nice and wet, getting him ready for what was coming next.

I ran my finger up and down his crack, teasing him, letting him anticipate it. Then I slowly pressed my finger against his hole and slid it inside. It went in so fucking easily, his tight arse eagerly taking my finger like it was nothing, like his body had been waiting for this exact moment.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" I said, watching him nod desperately through his gag.

I started finger fucking his arsehole, sliding in and out, watching his body respond to every thrust. That's when I noticed it. Precum, dripping from his cock, a steady little stream of it pooling beneath him. His balls were so full, so heavy, just begging to be emptied.

"Look at those full balls," I commented, still working my finger inside him. "You've been saving up for me, haven't you?"

I bent down slowly, still finger fucking him from behind, and reached around to grab his cock. I gave it a few firm tugs, then brought it to my mouth, sucking the tip and tasting his salty precum on my tongue. Fuck, he tasted good.

But I wasn't going to stop there. Not even close.

I pulled my finger out and turned him around to face me. I grabbed the back of his head and guided his mouth straight to my nipples. He sucked them hungrily, desperately, like he was starving for them. I moaned, letting him worship my tits for a moment before I had other plans.

I grabbed his hair and pushed his head down, forcing him lower and lower until his face was right between my arse cheeks. "Eat my asshole," I commanded. "Get right in there baby… you get all my good bits tonight."

And fuck, did he ever. His tongue went straight to work, licking and sucking my tight little hole, making me moan so loud I'm sure the whole hotel could hear. This was exactly what I needed.

Two orgasms for me now, and this guy was proving to be very fucking useful. While he was eating my arsehole like a starving man, he slid his fingers deep into my pussy, curling them just right until I came all over his hand. My legs were shaking, my whole body trembling as I rode out another intense orgasm on his face.

"Good boy," I panted, pulling his head back by his hair. "But you're not done worshipping me yet."
I sat back on the couch and pointed to my heels and thigh highs. "Take them off."

He did exactly as he was told, carefully removing each heel, then rolling down my thigh highs, his fingers brushing against my skin in a way that made me shiver. Once my feet were bare, I gave him his next instruction.

"Now kiss my feet like a good boy."

And he did. Without hesitation. He took each toe into his mouth, sucking and licking them like they were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. I leaned back, enjoying every single minute of this, watching this big strong man worship my feet like the little bitch he was.

But I wasn't just lying there doing nothing. Oh no. While he sucked my toes, I used my other foot to slowly stroke his thick cock, running my sole up and down his shaft. Yeah, I'm that fucking talented. I could feel him getting harder and harder, his hips starting to buck against my foot, desperate for more friction.

Once he had finished with my feet, kissing each toe one last time, I pulled him towards me and kissed him. Really getting into it because if there is one thing that turns me on the most… it is kissing. He grabbed my ass one last time before I told him I wanted to do one more thing before I took his ass

My pussy was already dripping again, wetter than it had been all night, because this was the part I had been waiting for. I walked back over to my table of toys, my heart racing with excitement, and picked up my leash and collar.

“I always wanted a puppy,” I said.

He lay back down on the couch, completely naked and completely vulnerable, and I attached the collar around his neck. The sound of it clicking into place was so fucking satisfying. I attached the leash and gave it a little tug, just to remind him who was in control.

As I straddled him, I could feel his thick cock pressing against my legs, rock hard and desperate for attention. But I wasn't ready to give him what he wanted just yet. I stood back and took a moment to appreciate my handiwork.

Fuck me. I don't think I have ever seen something so sexy in my entire life. This big, strong man, lying on his back, completely naked, with nothing but a collar and leash on. He was mine. Completely and utterly mine.

I couldn't help myself. I dropped to my knees right there and then, spat on his cock, and took him into my mouth. I needed a taste. It was quick but it was good, my lips sliding up and down his shaft while he moaned through his gag. I sucked him for me, because I wanted to, because I could. Then I stood up, wiped my mouth, and pulled him up by the leash.

"Come on, bitch," I said, tugging the leash. "On your hands and knees."

I walked him around the entire living room, leading him by the leash like the obedient little pet he was. Around the couch, past the TV, all the way to the other side of the room. He crawled behind me on his hands and knees, the leash tight in my hand, his cock swinging between his legs as he moved.

Every now and then, I stopped. I would spread my legs, grab the back of his head, and order him to eat my pussy right there on the floor. He would bury his face between my thighs, licking and sucking until I was satisfied, then I'd tug the leash and keep walking him around.

This was without a doubt one of the hottest things I have ever done. Walking a guy around on his hands and knees, making him eat my pussy every few steps like it was his only purpose in life. My pussy  was dripping, my thighs were soaked, and I was having the time of my fucking life.

I couldn't take it anymore. My pussy was aching, dripping down my thighs, and I needed to fuck him. Right now.

"Stay there on your knees," I ordered, handing him the leash. "And stroke your cock until I get back. Don't you dare let it go soft."

I walked to the bathroom, my heart pounding with excitement, and strapped on my dildo. I lubed it up, and looked at myself in the mirror. Fuck, I looked powerful. A sexy MILF with a strap on, about to claim her new bitch.

When he finally saw me, his eyes went wide. He was still on his knees, still stroking his cock, but the moment he saw me with that strap on, his hand stopped moving. He just stared at it, at me, knowing exactly what was coming.

"This is the cock that is going to fuck you" I said, stepping closer until the tip of the dildo was right in front of his face. "Suck this cock."

He opened his mouth and took it in, his lips wrapping around the silicone cock while I held the back of his head. I made sure he spat on it, getting it nice and wet, watching it slide deeper and deeper into his throat.

"That's it," I moaned, thrusting into his mouth. "Good head requires spit. Make it wet baby. Good boy. Getting this cock wet before I slide it into your ass."

Once I was satisfied, I pulled him up by the leash and moved him back to the couch. "On all fours. Present that arse for me."

He got into position immediately, his reddened cheeks spread, his tight little hole exposed and waiting for me. I stepped behind him, lined up the tip of my strap on with his asshole, and pressed forward.

The head popped in first, and he let out a muffled groan through his gag. His body tensed for just a moment before relaxing, accepting me, letting me in. I pushed deeper, inch by inch, watching his tight hole stretch around my thick dildo.

"Fuck, look at you," I breathed, gripping his hips. "Taking my cock like a fucking champion."

I slid in all the way until my hips were pressed against his arse cheeks, the full length of my strap on buried inside him. He was taking it so well, his body opening up for me like he was made for this. I pulled back slowly, watching the dildo glisten with lube and spit, then thrust back in, harder this time.

His muffled moans filled the room as I started to fuck him properly, my hips slapping against his arse with each thrust. I grabbed the leash and pulled it tight, arching his back, forcing him to take me even deeper.

"Good boy" I growled, pounding into him. "Grab that cock of yours for me."

What a fucking sight. This big strong man, on all fours, getting fucked by a MILF with a strap on, loving every second of it.

I pulled out of him slowly, watching his asshole gape just a little before clenching back up, and I moved around to the couch. I sat down, my strap on standing tall and ready, and patted my lap.

“I want to watch you ride me."

He positioned himself above my cock. I grabbed his hips and guided him down, watching as the tip pressed against his already stretched hole. He sank down onto it slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated on my lap, my strap on buried deep inside his ass.

And fuck me, for a big strong guy, he sure knew how to ride. He started moving his hips, grinding down onto my cock, rolling his body in a way that made my eyes roll back. I just sat there and watched him, this muscular man bouncing on my strap on like he was born to do it. His cock was rock hard, slapping against his stomach with every movement, precum still leaking from the tip.

I could tell he was close. His movements were getting more desperate, his breathing heavier through the gag. So I gave him what he wanted.

"I want you to cum," I told him. "Cum all over me while my cock is still inside your tight arse."

I grabbed his cock, spat on it, and started stroking him hard and fast. My hand slid up and down his shaft, slick with my spit, while he continued to bounce on my strap on.

It didn't take long. His whole body tensed up, his ass clenching around my cock, and then he exploded. Rope after rope of hot cum shot out of him, landing all over my stomach, my hands. He moaned through, his body shaking as I milked every last drop out of him.

I looked down at the mess he'd made on me and smiled. I scooped up a thick glob of his cum with my finger and held it up to his mouth. "I want you to taste it."

He opened his mouth and sucked my finger clean, swallowing his own cum like a good boy. Then I leaned in, pulled him down, and gave him a deep, filthy kiss, sharing the taste of his cum between our tongues.

"That's my good little bitch," I whispered against his lips. 

The night was without a doubt one of the hottest experiences of my entire fucking life. The feeling of having a big, strong man completely surrender to me, worship my body, and take my cock like he was made for it... fuck, it has awakened something in me that I never knew was there. I walked out of that hotel room with my legs shaking, my pussy still throbbing, and a huge fucking smile on my face. I've always loved being submissive to dominant men, but this? This was a whole new level of power and pleasure that I am absolutely addicted to now. So if you think this was a one-time thing, think again. This MILF has discovered her dominant side, and I'm already planning my next little plaything.