Pegged by his Femdom Maid

In this sexy photoshoot, this lucky guy woke up getting pegged by the sexy Dominatrix Maid! She’s done cleaning up his mess, it’s time for her to show him who is in charge.

The smell of leather filled the air as I walked into the dimly lit room, my high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. I was dressed in a tight, black maid’s uniform, complete with stockings and garter belts, my long dark hair cascading down my back. But it was the strap-on attached to my hips that truly completed the look.

He lay naked on the bed, face down, his ass in the air. I could see the anticipation in his eyes as he waited for me to make my move. I walked over to him and gently caressed his back, admiring the smoothness of his skin. He shivered under my touch, and I knew he was ready for what was to come.

I took my time, teasing him with my fingers as I traced circles on his back. He let out a low moan, begging for more. I smiled to myself, knowing that I had complete control over him in this moment.

I reached for the bottle of lube and poured some onto my fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up. I then spread his cheeks, exposing his tight hole. He let out a gasp as I slid one finger inside him, slowly stretching him out. I could feel his body relax under my touch, his moans becoming louder.

I added another finger, scissoring them inside him, preparing him for what was to come. He writhed under me, his hips moving in rhythm with my fingers. I could tell he was getting close to his limit, but I wanted to push him even further.

I removed my fingers and positioned myself behind him, my strap-on pressing against his entrance. I could feel the excitement coursing through my body, knowing that I was about to peg him hard and make him mine in a way he had never experienced before.

With one swift thrust, I entered him, filling him up completely. He let out a loud moan, his body arching against mine. I took my time, moving in and out of him, my hands gripping his hips tightly. He was so tight and hot, and I could feel myself getting lost in the pleasure of it all.

I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming harder and faster. He was moaning and begging for more, his body giving into the pleasure. I could tell he was close, and I wanted to push him over the edge.

I reached around and wrapped my hand around his hard cock, stroking it in time with my thrusts. He let out a loud cry as he came all over my hand, his body shaking with pleasure. I continued to pound into him, my own orgasm building with each thrust.

With one final thrust, I came hard, my body trembling with ecstasy. I collapsed onto him, panting and spent, our bodies slick with sweat.

We stayed like that for a few moments, catching our breaths and basking in the afterglow. As I pulled out of him, he let out a satisfied sigh. I could tell that this experience had been exactly what he needed.

I cleaned myself up and then turned my attention to him. He was lying there, his eyes closed, a smile on his face. I gently stroked his back, and he let out a contented sigh.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he whispered.

I smiled and kissed the back of his neck. “You were a good boy,” I replied.