Hey there, kinksters! It’s your girl Ryker, the hyper-sexual, curvy bombshell running the show at the Kinky Pin-Up phonesex line. You know me—big tits, juicy ass, and a filthy mouth that can make even the toughest guys beg for more. Today, I’m spilling the tea on one of my favorite sessions: pegging the absolute shit out of one of my very bad boys. Let’s call him Jake. Oh, Jake was such a brat, thinking he could mouth off and push my buttons without consequences. Little did he know, I had a strap-on harnessed and ready to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.
It all started during our late-night call. Jake had been calling in for weeks, teasing me about how he’d “dominate” if we ever met in person. “Ryker, baby, I’d bend you over and make you scream,” he’d growl, his voice all cocky and deep. But I could hear the desperation underneath—the way his breath hitched when I described wrapping my thick thighs around him or slapping his ass red. I decided it was time to flip the script. “Oh, honey,” I purred into the phone, my voice dripping with seduction, “what if I was the one bending you over? What if I strapped on a big, fat dildo and fucked that tight little hole of yours until you cried for mercy?”
He laughed at first, but I could tell it turned him on. His breathing got heavier, and soon he was whispering, “Tell me more, Ryker. Make it nasty.” That’s when I painted the picture, vivid and raw. Imagine us in my dimly lit office at the Kinky Pin-Up, the air thick with the scent of leather and lust. I’m wearing my favorite black corset that pushes my massive curves up and out, nipples hard against the lace. My hips sway as I strap on my eight-inch silicone cock, slick with lube, throbbing with the power it gives me. Jake’s on his knees, naked and trembling, his own dick hard and leaking pre-cum onto the floor. “You’ve been a very bad boy,” I say, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back. “Time to take your punishment.”
I push him onto all fours, spreading his cheeks wide.
His hole twitches, pink and eager, but he’s pretending to resist—just enough to make it fun. “Please, Ryker, not too hard,” he whimpers, but his cock betrays him, twitching with need. I tease him first, rubbing the tip of my strap-on against his entrance, circling it slow and torturous. “Beg for it, slut,” I command, my voice low and commanding. He does, oh fuck does he beg: “Fuck me, Ryker! Pound my ass like the dirty boy I am!” That’s my cue. I thrust in deep, one smooth motion, filling him up until my hips slap against his ass. He gasps, a mix of pain and pleasure, his body arching as I start pumping—slow at first, then faster, harder.
God, the sounds! The wet slap of skin on skin, his moans turning into guttural cries. I reach around and stroke his throbbing cock, milking him while I rail his prostate. “You like that, don’t you? My big strap-on owning your hole,” I taunt, pinching his nipples until he yelps. Sweat drips down my cleavage, my curves bouncing with every thrust. He’s a mess now—babbling incoherently, ass clenching around my toy like he never wants it to end. I flip him onto his back, legs over my shoulders, so I can watch his face as I fuck him senseless. His eyes roll back, mouth open in ecstasy, and I grind deep, hitting that spot that makes him explode. Cum shoots across his chest, hot and sticky, while I keep going, drawing out every last shudder.
By the end, Jake’s a puddle—spent, submissive, and utterly mine. “Thank you, Mistress Ryker,” he whispers, voice hoarse from screaming. That’s the power of pegging, darlings. It flips the power dynamic, turns tough guys into whimpering pups, and leaves everyone satisfied and sore. If you’re a bad boy craving this kind of nasty fun, call me at the Kinky Pin-Up. I’ll strap up and show you who’s boss.
Whew, that got me all hot just writing it! Until next time, stay kinky.