I am Sierra, the hot blonde dominant mistress who lives for the power of pegging. From the moment a desperate sub crawls into my presence, I know exactly how this night will end—with my strap-on buried deep in his ass while he whimpers, thanks me, and begs for more.
He arrives already hard, eyes locked on the thick, veiny dildo strapped tight against my hips. I make him drop to his knees and worship it first—licking the shaft, sucking the head, coating it in spit while I grip his hair and tell him what a good little cock-sleeve he is about to become. My free hand slides down to cup his balls, rolling them, squeezing just hard enough to make him moan around the silicone. “You’re going to take every inch tonight,” I say. “And you’re going to thank me for stretching that tight hole.”
I bend him over the edge of the bed, face down, ass up. Lube drips down his crack as I work two fingers into him, scissoring, stretching, finding that spot that makes his cock jump and leak onto the sheets. He pushes back against my hand like a needy whore. I laugh and pull my fingers free, then line up the head of my cock. One slow, relentless push and the head pops inside. He gasps. I keep going, inch by thick inch, until my hips are flush against his ass and he is stuffed full.
Then the real fun begins. I start fucking him—long, deep strokes that force him open wider with every thrust. The wet slap of my body against his fills the room. I reach around, fist his cock, and stroke him in time with my hips. “This is what you came for,” I growl. “To be pegged by a dominant blonde who knows exactly how to use a slut’s ass.” He moans my name, voice cracking every time I slam particularly deep. I pull almost all the way out, tease the rim with the head, then drive back in hard enough to make him cry out. His prostate is mine. Every thrust milks it. Pre-cum pours from his cock onto my hand.
I flip him onto his back so I can watch his face while I rail him. Legs pushed up, ankles by his ears, I fold him and pound that hole without mercy. Sweat glistens on my skin. My tits bounce with every thrust. He stares up at me like I’m a goddess, and in this moment I am. I lean down, spit in his open mouth, and keep fucking. “Tell me how much you love being pegged,” I demand. He chokes out the words between gasps, voice ruined, eyes glassy. I reward him by stroking his cock faster, tighter, until he is shaking and babbling.
When I finally let him come, it is violent—ropes of cum shooting across his stomach and chest while my strap-on keeps driving into him, forcing every last drop out. I don’t stop. I keep fucking him through it, oversensitive and twitching, until he is a ruined, panting mess beneath me. Only then do I pull out, slap his used hole with the slick cock, and make him clean it with his tongue.
That is the power I offer. That is the pleasure I deliver. If you are ready to be opened, claimed, and thoroughly used by a true dominant mistress, you already know where to find me.
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