Saucy Sketch Tuesday #44 (Patreon)

"Are you ready to get fucked?" she asked him.

"Yes, my Lady," he said. He bent over the edge of the bed, hands placed flat on the mattress, ass up in the air. He felt her move into position behind him, slipping a few fingers into his well-lubricated ass.

"I'll say," she said, and though he couldn't see her face the way he was, he thought he could hear the smile in her face. "Your greedy ass is just sucking my fingers up." She withdrew her hand. He had just a moment's notice before she slid her cock into him.

It went snugly at first as flesh and muscle moved to accommodate the firm intrusion. But as she moved her hips, his ass opened up.

She fell into a steady rhythm, moving her hips backwards and forwards against him. The dildo moved with her, pushing, seeking...claiming. It had been months since she'd claimed him as her own, and he felt his cheeks flush with the familiar sensation of humiliation and pleasure as she used him thoroughly.

She never came from the pegging, but it aroused her to take him from behind, as though he were nothing more than fuckmeat, unable to cum himself from the cock cage secured around his sex. He couldn't help but torment himself with the insensible hope that maybe, just maybe, he might be able to steal an orgasm, but time and time again she pushed him to the edge, only to pull back at the last moment and let his cock strain against its confines.

When he could take it no more, his eyes bright with tears of frustration, his limbs trembling with exhaustion and need, she turned him on his back and made him pleasure her until she came all over his mouth in wet, sticky strands...