pegging
I recently helped a client with a pegging issue. He had never explored it, and well, I thought he should. This is his side of what happened.

 
I had never heard of pegging till recently. After scanning through yelp.com, I decided to do some in-depth research. What I thought I needed was a little rub and tug, but the more I read, the more I realized I’m intrigued. The massage place I found in New York City had an excellent rating. It said they provided happy endings and a few extras. That’s where my interest peeked.
 

Should a man ask for Pegging?

 
What would these extra’s include? I made an appointment for one of the hot and sensual body rub girls. After seeing her picture on the website, I knew she wouldn’t disappoint me at all. Her body was banging and everything about her screamed sin. When I arrived for my appointment, the pictures didn’t do her justice. She was the kind of girl that made you wake from a dream shaking and delirious. To be honest, every girl in the place was above average.
 
“Jake?” she asked, her voice sultry. I followed the girl down the private hall, the place was spotless. You could even smell a faint hint of body oils lingering in the air. Nothing powerful or overwhelming. I didn’t want to leave smelling like a rose garden. The room was dimly lit. The way the light accentuated her curves had me thinking about what I wanted before she ever told me to undress. For a moment I thought about not asking out of fear of judgement.

These are professional body rub babes and they’ve seen it all.

 
“Get undressed and on the table. I’ll be right back,” the dark haired erotic massage girl said. I did as told, feeling completely at ease the entire time. The place made you feel comfortable. Stripped down naked, the table was comfortable and warm. A clean sheet covered me, and just as I looked up, the sexy girl with the New York accent was back and ready. “Do you have a particular fantasy or fetish you want to incorporate into the massage?” she asked, her hand adjusting the sheet that was on my ass only. She removed it as thought there was nothing out of the ordinary to have a fully nude man on her table. My cock was rock hard and throbbing already.
 

I want pegging. Not humiliation.

 
I could almost feel her smirk as she opened up a cabinet on the wall. Behind the doors there was so any sex toys and devices. Big and small, thin and thick. All scary in their own particular way. First time anal with a stranger would be enlightening. At least I could never come back if it was horrible. I chose one about 8 inches long, and 3 inches around. Go big, or go home, right?
 
The massage girl asked me about lube. What kind I preferred. To be quite honest, I didn’t know. I allowed her to choose for me. She is the professional after all. There was no way my ass was her first rodeo. Pulled to the edge of the table, lubing up my asshole, the head pushed in and I screamed out. Never once did I think a woman was telling the truth when she said it hurt. Believe me, it’s like shoving a fire pole up my ass. It only lasted a moment though. Once the rim stretched, my escort girl knew she could increase the speed and depth.
 

Pegging my ass, the girl had no mercy.

 
I asked for no humiliation from her, but a little slap to my ass had my dick throbbing. When she reached around and stroked me, I exploded all over the table. Of course she offered to allow me to eat it, but that’s not happening. I love pegging, but cum eating is for the gay boys.
 
My little story of first time pegging with the help of a willing man. I hope you enjoyed this from the male point of view.