A Pegging Story – Back alley bitch boi

In the dimly lit corner of a crowded city street, a figure stood out against the graffiti-covered wall. She was tall, with legs that seemed to stretch on forever, and her stiletto heels clicked rhythmically on the concrete like the tick of a metronome. Her hair was a fiery red, cut in a sharp bob that framed her piercing green eyes. Her attire was a mix of leather and lace, a stark contrast to the dullness of the alley she inhabited. This was Lady Venom, a name that sent shivers down the spines of those who knew her reputation.

Her submissive, a man named Marcus, approached with trepidation, his eyes locked on the strap-on she wore proudly around her waist. It was a gleaming black dildo, as menacing as the whip coiled around her other hand. Marcus knew tonight was going to be intense, but he craved the release that only Lady Venom could provide. He knelt before her, his heart racing as he felt the cool leather of her thigh-high boots against his cheek.

“Good boy,” she purred, her voice as smooth as velvet. “Now, show me how much you want it.” She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his face closer to the strap-on. Marcus’s breath caught in his throat as he took it into his mouth, the plastic cool and unyielding against his tongue. Lady Venom’s grip tightened, guiding his movements as he began to suck and lick with a fervor that surprised even him. The sounds of his submission echoed through the alley, a symphony of leather and lust.

Her free hand traveled down to his crotch, feeling the bulge in his pants. She chuckled darkly, enjoying the power she held over him. “You’re so eager,” she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. “But remember, this isn’t for you.” She gave his cock a squeeze, making him moan around the strap-on. “It’s for me.”

Marcus nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. He knew his place. He was here to serve, to satisfy her every whim. The thrill of it all made his blood pulse with excitement. He took the strap-on deeper, his cheeks hollowing as he worked it with all the skill he had learned from their past sessions. He felt the tip hit the back of his throat and gagged, but Lady Venom’s grip didn’t loosen. Instead, she pushed him down harder, watching him struggle with a sadistic smile.

The alley was a maze of shadows and echoes, but the sounds of their encounter were unmistakable. The wet, sloppy noises of his sucking filled the space, punctuated by the occasional gasp for air. His eyes watered, and drool began to dribble down his chin, but he didn’t dare pull away. He was lost in the moment, a mere plaything for her amusement.

Lady Venom’s hand slipped from his hair to the base of the strap-on, her fingers tracing the outline of the harness against his cheek. “You’re doing so well,” she cooed, her voice thick with desire. “But now, it’s time for the real fun.” With a swift movement, she unbuckled the strap-on and stepped back, leaving Marcus panting and hard.

He watched as she coated the dildo with a generous amount of lubricant, her movements deliberate and teasing. The anticipation was almost unbearable, his entire body quivering with need. She stepped closer again, and he could feel the heat radiating from her body, could smell the intoxicating scent of leather and arousal.

“On all fours,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. Marcus complied, his hands trembling as he positioned himself before her. He felt vulnerable, exposed, but also incredibly turned on. The head of the dildo nudged against his entrance, and he pushed back, eager for more.

About to be fucked from mistress like the dirty back alley slut he is.

Lady Venom leaned over him, her breath warm on his neck. “Remember, you asked for this,” she whispered, her voice a seductive warning. And with that, she began to push inside him. He felt himself stretch to accommodate the intrusion, the initial pain giving way to a deep, burning pleasure that shot through his body like a bolt of lightning.

Marcus’s moans grew louder as she went deeper, filling him completely. She didn’t rush, instead taking her time to savor every inch of his submission. He could feel her watching him, relishing the power she had over him. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left him writhing on the edge of control.

As she started to move, her hips rocking back and forth in a slow, deliberate rhythm, Marcus felt his own cock throb with need. But she had made it clear – this was about her pleasure, not his. He focused on the feeling of her inside him, the way she filled him so completely, the way she owned him.

Her hand found its way to his throbbing member, her grip firm and unyielding. “You’re not allowed to come,” she said, her voice a low growl. “Not until I say so.” Marcus whimpered, his body fighting against his will. He wanted to cum, needed to cum, but he knew better than to disobey.

Shaking in the sight of Marcus’s trembling form, Lady Venom couldn’t help but smile. His body was a canvas of submission, painted with sweat and need. She gripped his cock harder, her nails digging into his sensitive flesh as she began to pick up the pace. The slap of the strap-on against his ass echoed through the alley, a steady beat that grew faster and more intense.

Marcus’s moans grew louder, each thrust sending waves of pleasure and pain through his body. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white as he fought the urge to climax. He focused on the sting of her nails, the pressure building in his balls, the sound of her boots on the ground as she fucked him mercilessly. It was everything he had dreamt of and more.

The alley’s grime and grit pressed into his knees, a stark reminder of the reality of their situation. Yet, in this moment, he was in a world of his own, a place where the only thing that mattered was pleasing Lady Venom. The cool night air caressed his flushed skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within him.

Suddenly, she stopped, pulling out of him with a wet pop that made his body jerk. Marcus whimpered, his body begging for more. “Patience,” she murmured, her voice a sweet torture. She reached into her bag of toys, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “I have something special for you.”

The cold metal of a butt plug hit his skin, and he felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. Lady Venom lubed it up and began to push it inside him, the sensation of being filled once again making him squirm. He felt himself stretching around the plug, the pressure intense and overwhelming.

With the plug in place, she stepped back, admiring her handiwork. Marcus could feel the cold metal against his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. “Now,” she said, her voice a command, “back to it.”

The strap-on slammed back into him, the plug adding an extra layer of sensation that made him see stars. She was relentless, her hips moving like a piston as she claimed him over and over again. Marcus’s world narrowed to the feeling of her inside him, the painful pleasure that was driving him to the brink of madness.

The alley was a blur of shadows and light, the only thing real the sensation of Lady Venom’s strap-on pounding into him. He could feel his orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to consume him. He panted and moaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on her every movement.

And then, just as he thought he couldn’t take anymore, she released his cock and slapped it hard. “Not yet,” she snarled, her voice a whip crack in the night. Marcus whined, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Her hand moved to the base of the plug, twisting it slowly. The added pressure made him gasp, his eyes flying open to meet hers. She smirked, enjoying his torment. “When I’m ready,” she purred, her eyes filled with dark promise. “But for now, just take it, my little slut.”

Marcus nodded, his mouth open in a silent scream as she resumed her relentless rhythm. He was hers, utterly and completely. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.