Marc and Sara Explores Pegging
Pegging • F/M • First Time
This is a second-person POV of a cis female and male pairing with the woman topping through the use of a dildo on a thigh-harness without any kink use.
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Marc shifted a little in the Lyft, and Sara smiled to herself while she watched him. Holding his hand, she squeezed his fingers a little as they made their way to her apartment. Getting him to skip lunch was the most trouble he’d given her, but they were about to have an incredible payoff.
Sliding her hand from his, she squeezed his thigh and felt a push of confidence and anticipation run through her.
Her apartment complex was within view.
Within minutes they were out of the car, tipping the driver and heading up the stairs to her home sweet home. Marc’s face was slowly becoming pinker and pinker. Noticing the blush, Sara paused halfway up the stairs.
“Is it uncomfortable, or-”
“It’s not; let’s go.”
There was a slight warble to his voice, and it boosted her confidence. He wanted this as much as she did. She could tell from the smile starting to curl at the corner of his lips. Finding patience in the last few steps, not wanting to rush him and leave him overstimulated, Sara unlocked the door to her apartment and held it open for him.
He wasn’t limping from it, but his steps were a little tight as his body undoubtedly squeezed and shifted around the weight of the toy she’d pressed into him half an hour ago in his apartment. She took her time working it into him, and it wasn’t huge, but the thought of it being there with nobody else knowing was a thrill.
He kissed her as he greeted her at the door, and she felt a heat stirring in her chest. Pulling him in, she pressed him back against the door as she closed it with them inside, gentle not to bang his back against it without warning. Pulling his face down a couple of inches, she kissed him roughly. He kissed her back, his hands cupping her face, and she didn’t want to wait any longer.
“Are you ready?” She tried to keep up the confidence in her voice, but she was nervous. If he didn’t like it, she knew it wouldn’t be anything against her, but this was a vulnerable moment for both of them.
“Yeah.” He kissed her again, and she was surprised at how hot to the touch he was. His cock was half-hard, and she almost felt bad that it wasn’t going to be getting much use. There were more important tasks at hand.
Kissing him again, she guided him to her bedroom and started pulling off his shirt and pants. Lube had stained the seat of his underwear, and for a fleeting moment, she hoped it didn’t make it onto the seat of the Lyft car. The moment his boxer briefs were off, she didn’t care about anything else.
The plug was small, a jewel shimmering on the end like a beacon of her target for the night. Marc moaned as Sara pressed against it slightly before tugging gently so it would shift around inside of him.
“It feels so good.” His voice was broken with arousal, and it just turned Sara on more. “Good,” she replied. Kissing him again, she slid out of her shorts. Heading to her dresser, she pulled out the dildo they chose together and her favorite sturdy thigh harness. “You won’t get to feel anything,” Marc sounded disappointed. Sara laughed and kissed him.
“Any vibrator would be too distracting right now; I want to focus on this.”
They kissed again. She could feel his excitement, the trust he had in her, and it was heady and intoxicating. If she could have only this moment, it would have been enough. Luckily, she was going to get more.
Reaching behind him as they kissed, Sara slid her hand down his back until her fingers found the warm metal and jewel of the plug. She wanted to go fast and heavy but knew she needed to take her time. Slipping it out just slightly, stopping before the thickest part of the plug, she pressed it back in and then used her fingers to make the toy move in circular motions inside of him.
Marc’s breath hitched, and then he moaned against her kisses.
Sara smiled, tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth as she pulled the plug back a little again and then settled it back inside of him. His hips were moving, pressing back against her hand as his cock let out a thin stream of precum from the sensation.
She teased slight touches against his cock using her other hand, and it twitched in anticipation of more. “Fuck,” his voice was deep and desperate. He was in pieces, and she’d never felt more turned on.
“Are you ready?” Sara was surprised at how deep and eager her own voice was. He was just so damn hot.
“Yeah,” he murmured against her lips.
Leading him to the bed, Sara guided him into a leaning position and slowly worked out the plug. His body puckered and gaped, hungry for something to be put in its place. Drizzling a little lube onto the dildo on her thigh, she covered it and used her fingers to slide some into his ass as well. “Bend one of your knees and put it on the bed, baby,” she said softly. She didn’t usually call him baby, but it felt right at the moment.
He did as she said, and she ran her hands down his back, taking in how beautiful he was from this angle, before lining up the dildo and pressing in slowly. Marc gasped, his back arching up a little from the sensation, and she leaned forward to kiss his shoulder as she pushed further in.
“God damn,” she murmured.
He took all of it.
Pulling back a little, testing, she watched as the dildo slid inch by inch back out of him. He was quiet, and it made her a little nervous. “Is it okay?”
“Don’t stop, please,” he sounded embarrassed and wrecked with how good it felt. Pulling back, Sara pressed back in again and was pleased as she watched him begin to press back against her. She kept the pace slow until he started to keen and beg, and she couldn’t deny him anything. Hands on his hips, she held a steady and rough pace until his moans and noises started hitting a fever pitch.
“I’m, fuck- I’m-”
Reaching around, Sara was able to feel him coming hard, coating her fingertips with his orgasm.
His body shook, and he sighed a moan as she stopped thrusting and held him up from falling forward onto the bed. “Oh my fucking god,” he moaned. His breathing was hard and labored, and Sara felt like she could come from just the noises coming from his lips. “You did so well.”
Kissing his back, she pulled the dildo the rest of the way out of him and took it and the harness off of her thigh. Settling him down into the bed, Sara kissed Marc and held him until his breathing steadied.
He kissed her, his lips soft and pliant, and murmured-
“When can we do that again?”
