A couple months ago, my girlfriend told me about her fantasy to try pegging with me. I thought she was joking at first, but after asking her some questions, I understood she was perfectly serious and... well, let's just say I didn't react in the most mature way.
This wasn't something I had any desire exploring and I felt like she pulled a rug under my feet, so I kinda lashed out at her. Stupid, I know. We went through a rocky patch over the next few weeks, where both of us were too ashamed to talk about it and angry with the way we communicated before, but eventually we forgot about the whole thing and went back to normal. Well, almost.
Fast forward to last Saturday. We were at my place, sleeping next to each other, and I happened to have a dream. In that dream I was lying back on the bed and she was straddling my chest wearing a strapon and making me suck it. It was rough, it was humiliating, and it made me so hard that I nearly orgasmed in my sleep.
I woke up before it happened and I needed a way to release all that submissive energy, so I slid down between her legs, pulled her panties down, and buried my face in her pussy. I ate her out to a couple of orgasms and I felt like I could go on forever, but she asked me to fuck her, so I begrudgingly obliged. We had sex, even though I would much rather being down there and mentally sort of re-living that dream, and then we cuddled back to sleep.
We woke up on a Sunday morning and I just had to talk to her about it, I had to tell her about the dream. I did so while we were still in bed, blushing all the way throughout as I was describing her the details, and I could see her initial confusion turn into excitement.
She started asking me questions that made me blush even more, questions like "did I make you deepthroat in your dream?" or "did I talk dirty to you?". I answered yes to most of them and she kept saying how hot that was, urging me to give her more details. I couldn't think of anything more that happened that I could describe to her, so I just told her I nearly came in my sleep because of the dream.
That made her pull me in for a small kiss, but I quickly felt her hand pushing my head down. I eagerly went down on her again, though after a few minutes, I asked her if she wanted to sit on my face.
She climbed up on top of me, but she didn't bring her pussy to my mouth. Instead, she straddled my chest and sat on me, just like in my dream. She leaned over and started asking me more questions about the scene I dreamt, and she would then reward every answer by leaning forward and allowing me to taste her. It was mind-numbingly hot.
"How big was my dick?"
"I don't know... big," I'd respond with a blush.
"And you took it all for me? Good boy," she would say and bring her pussy to my mouth for a few seconds, allowing me to lick her.
...
"Did I call you any names?"
"I'm not sure, it's all a bit hazy."
"Would it turn you on if I did?"
"I mean, at the time... probably, yeah," I'd admit reluctantly.
"I'm sure you would," she'd say with a smile and grind her clit on my nose.
...
"Did I make you gag on it?"
"I remember feeling more like breathless," I'd do my best to explain how it felt.
"God, that's so fucking hot," she'd say, and then just park her her pussy on my face until I had to tap her on the butt to let me breathe.
This carried on for a few more minutes as she rode my face to an orgasm, before collapsing on top of me.
We spent the rest of the morning talking about whether this was something we'd really like to explore. I told her that pegging was still out of the question for now, but going down on her strap would probably turn me on at this point. I still expressed my worry that this wouldn't be what she had imagined with pegging, but she told me that was just as big of a turn-on for her, if not a bigger one.
In the end I said, fuck it, we're adults, that shit turns us on for some reason, so we might as well try it out. We went online and ordered a harness for our dildo - turns out she had already researched those things beforehand and had stuff in her bookmarks. The next few day passed excruciatingly slowly. I tried practicing a little on the dildo, and the whole thing just felt dumb, why was I sucking on a bit of plastic? I could feel my enthusiasm dwindle somewhat and some doubts started seeping in.
However, everything evaporated in an instant yesterday morning when I called her to say that the harness had arrived. He enthusiasm and excitement were palpable and infectious. I knew that even if I didn't enjoy it, she would, and that definitely turned me on. I loved seeing her assuming a more dominant role that Sunday morning and the things she was telling me throughout the week - promising to make me relive how submissive I felt in the dream, telling me she can't wait to see me sucking on her cock, saying how that she'll make me gag on it like I do her - these were definitely super arousing.
I was so excited and nervous that I didn't eat a single thing the whole day, which turned out to be a good thing, since... well, if you read on, you'll understand she didn't take it easy on me.
I finished work later in the evening, took a shower, and then I invited her over to my place. We didn't say anything about the newly-arrived harness at the start, we just sat down and talked about our days. I was telling her about some work thing, but I could see she was nodding along without really paying attention.
"You're thinking about the harness, aren't you?" I asked her with a smile.
"Yes, can I see it?" she said, bouncing up and down with excitement.
I told her it was in the bedroom, next to the dildo and she quickly hurried along to bring them. She plonked herself back on the couch next to me and started going through everything, trying to figure out how to wear it. I took us an embarrassingly long time, but a few minutes later, there she was: a tiny, petite 23-year-old, buck naked in my living room, wearing a strap-on cock that was almost as big as her forearm.
She was admiring her look and playing with the cock, giggling at every little bounce; I, on the other hand, was left speechless looking at her. The image of her was definitely arousing, but I realized that my mouth was suddenly drier than a dessert and I felt numb all over.
She didn't seem to notice at first, she was too pre-occupied with how the harness fit and how heavy the dildo felt, though she soon turned her attention to me.
"Well, how does it look?" she asked me with a naughty smile, resting her back on the arm of couch, opening her legs and giving me a good look at the dildo strapped on her mound.
"... it... it suits you," I responded slowly, swallowing awkwardly.
She didn't say anything for a few moments, but I could feel her eyes were fixated on me, trying to read my reactions. My eyes definitely didn't want to meet hers; instead, they were fixated on the cock, and I was wondering if I had bitten off more than I could chew with her, wondering if this really was such a good idea. These thoughts were quickly interrupted though.
"Go on then, it's not going to suck itself, you know!" she said cheerily while pointing at her cock, as if she was asking me to do something mundane.
I was still frozen in place, unable to look away or move.
"Hellooo!!!" she said after a few seconds of me doing nothing, and grabbed her cock at the hilt and started flinging it around to wake me up.
"Um, yeah... sorry," I said reluctantly with a small smile, and inched myself a little closer to her cock, though still stopping well short.
She figured out my hesitation, so she closed her legs and instead she approached me. "Look, there's absolutely no pressure, we can't just forget about the whole thing," she told me reassuringly, cuddling herself onto me. "It's just... I find this so goddamn hot," she told me apologetically.
"No, no... that's okay, we'll definitely do it," I told her. "I... I just need to take my time is all," I admitted, looking down on her eyes.
"You sure?"
"Yes, don't worry about it... I... I trust you," I told her, feeling the need to reassure her in turn.
"Good!" she said happily and gave me a small peck on the cheek, before jumping off of my arms and assuming her previous position on the couch, exposing the strapon once again. "Now, would you please, *please*, suck on my cock?" she asked me with a naughty look that disarmed me.
I didn't say anything, I just smiled at her, feeling a lot more relaxed and at ease. I slowly found myself between her legs, her cock a few inches away from my mouth.
"It's okay," she whispered to me, allowing me to take my time. "There's no rush," she added.
I reached and grabbed the base of her cock with my fingers, tilting it slightly towards my mouth and prepared to take the plunge, but she stopped me.
"Wait... do you think..." she hesitated, causing me to look up at her. "... Do you think you can look in my eyes when you first do it?" she asked me, and I could see she was blushing. "I... I find that really hot," she said almost apologetically.
"Sure," I said and locked eyes with her, preparing once again to open my mouth and go down on her cock.
"No, no, no, wait!" she stopped me once more.
"What?"
"God, this is so embarrassing..." she said and she was full-on blushing at this point.
"What is it love, you can tell me," I whispered to her.
"It's just... well... I sort of have this thing in mind..." she begun saying. "I don't know if it's something you'll enjoy... but... but *we're so damn close,*" she said.
"Well, I'm here aren't I?"
"No, no, this is too much, I can't ask it of you," she said, shaking her head negatively. "Let's just do what we were about to do."
"Hey, I won't judge you, just tell me," I said, pulling myself away from her cock a little, though still maintaining eye-contact.
"Okay..." she said reluctantly and closed her legs again, crawling up to me for a cuddle, like every time she wants to ask for something.
"So... I have fantasized this about pegging mostly," she began explaining, "... and... God, how do I say this..."
"Love, you're naked on my couch with a huge plastic dick hanging of your hips -- a dick I was just about to suck... trust me, I won't judge you," I said with a soft smile.
"Well, okay then... I have sort of fantasized about... well, taking your virginity back there... and... God, I can't believe I'm about to say this..." she hesitated and stopped.
I didn't say anything, partly because I didn't think I had to, partly because I found it super hot to hear her talk about her fantasies.
"... I have fantasized about doing *that* and, well, doing it roughly at first?" she said, trailing off on a question as if seeking my approval?
"Roughly how?" I asked her.
