Accidental Pegging Erotica (Do You Ever Get Turned On?)

I’d been mesmerised by my chosen pegging video for about fifteen or twenty minutes when I realised that arousal had started to pool in my underwear. I wasn’t just wet: I was soaking wet. Wet enough to soak through my underwear. Wet enough to know I was wet, without having to feel with my fingers. Wet.

It was surprising, even for me.

Sitting at my desk, pegging porn playing on my laptop screen, I parted my knees. I couldn’t focus on the story any longer. I’d forgotten that the story even existed, even though I was watching that video for exactly that reason. The scene in front of me was nothing like what I had expected to see; although, I’m sure, those videos would’ve turned up sooner or later. It was more… intimate, I suppose. More romantic, too. The actors seemed so connected, so in-tune with each other’s bodies. It really was quite the sight to behold.

My eyes were glued to the screen, completely transfixed by the way the actress kissed and caressed her partner, switching between stroking his body and jerking him off. Not fast, not slow; somewhere in the middle. Passionate and frenzied, but still patient and adoring.

I absentmindedly slid my fingers beneath the waistband of my thong, spreading my knees wide. I could’ve removed my lounge clothes and underwear, but I didn’t see the need, or the point. I knew I wouldn’t be there for long; my cunt was practically throbbing, and I hadn’t even touched myself yet.

The actress on the screen grabbed a bottle of lubricant, then drizzled the clear fluid over both his hole and her pink dildo in one smooth motion. I stared in wide-eyed wonder as he squirmed under her touch. Then, as my fingers tiptoed between my labia, I started to squirm at mine.

He grunted loudly when she pressed her dick against him. She teased him, tormented him, making sure that his pleasure lasted for as long as possible. I half-wanted to do that to myself: tease, edge, wind myself up until I was begging myself to come. The other half of me was too impatient for that, though, and too bratty.

The bratty side won. It almost always does.

As she plunged the pink dildo deep inside him, I plunged my fingers deep inside me. Two to start with; though, I was probably slick enough for three. I stroked the ridged mound just inside with a come hitherto motion, and it sent waves of goosebumps rippling across my skin. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes. I didn’t need to see what was happening in the video; I could hear it, that pink dildo ramming into his ass. Hard but not punishingly. Furiously but not violently. Slap, slap, slap. Skin hitting skin.

His noises were like music to my ears. Strained grunts had started them off, his body clearly needing a moment as he grew accustomed to the pink intruder. They settled into a steady mix of heavy breathing and half-groans for a while, but now, they were growing more unpredictable, almost agitated.

With one hand still massaging my g-spot I used the other to pull down my bra and reveal my breasts. It was a warm night, but my nipples sprang to attention like the temperature was in the minus. They stiffened even further, close to painfully, when I pinched and tweaked them – first one, then the other, then back again.

More grunts and groans came from the screen, more slapping sounds, more skin on skin. His cock was hard, veins protruding, tip glistening with precum, swinging between his legs. Would he come from the prostate stimulation? I hoped so. Oh, I really hoped so. Those noises suggested yes… and soon.

I wanted to come with him, so I switched my focus from my g-spot to my clitoris, lapping circles around it with my fingertips as the other hand continued to work on my nipples. Each of his groans, more frequent and strained now, nudged me closer and closer.

The actress slapped and smacked and spanked his ass, still steadily pounding into him, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He was close, he said. He was going to come. As was I.

She slowed her thrusts as he juddered and squirmed, seemingly knowing his body better than he even did. It was so intimate to watch, like I had just walked into a room where two people were connected in more ways than just her pink strap-on in his pink asshole. The scene was close enough to my fantasy to do the intended job, anyway.

Finally, he roared with his release. I watched, unable to tear my eyes away, as droplets of his jizz fell to the bed. Each one made the faintest sound as it hit the floor, and it exactly what I needed to tip me over the edge. My orgasm hit hard and fast, causing a flood of enjoyment to coat my hands.

I was just as breathless as the actors on the screen when it dissipated. It took an age for my heart to stop racing. My legs were shaky for even longer. Eventually, I shut down the video and licked my sticky fingers clean.

And, also eventually, I finished writing the pegging story.

A new kink, a new story, and a new post for the blog – what a day!

Who wants to try pegging with me, then? 😉