TOFTT ebonypegging, Birmingham City Centre
External Link/Members OnlyI made a mistake. Bored in the hotel after dinner watching shite on PooTube I convinced myself of the impossible. I told myself I would go to the strip club (
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But by the time it was 2am and I had had the pleasure of “jinx” gyrating in my lap to some mumble rap, I was lit, gassed, fucking up for it. With some trap music on the system talking about moving “keys” and fucking off some haters, I felt like Fifty Cent or some other has been naughties rapper in Atlanta, Magic City no less, pushing singles into some big booty filled G string. I hand shandy would just be an insult at this point, bordering on a sex offence. At minimum a blowie was required, and hopefully some penetration, would be needed to cap off an otherwise delightful evening. Little did I know that penetration would be on the cards in a way I couldn’t have anticipated.
At the back of Medusa, in a secluded corner in the dark I furtively fired up the purple site and had a sneaky look. One profile jumped out to me. It had the shock value of a Daily Fail, click bait headline - EbonyPegging, WTF?! This was intriguing, a Portuguese black beauty specialising in pegging?! I fired off a speculative text from the virtual punting dog and bone, thinking no way would she be free so late and willing to kick my back door in. And guess what, she replied that she was not only free, but would indeed pack my fudge for a hundred and ten lizzies. But I was apprehensive.
It was late, I was out of the endz, i was not rolling deep with the G unit or some other group of souped up flunkies and she had no feedback nor any reviews on UKP. There was the risk that a) this was a bait and switch b) service would be crap or c) it was a scam and I would be found dismembered in a bin behind one of the many dubious butchers in Lozells amongst the chicken off cuts.
However, her gentle telephone manor and the fact that she was based in one of those overpriced generic new build blocks in the city centre, not some trap house in a tower block. I asked myself what would fiddy do? Knowing full well he has probably never found himself wanting a pegging at 2am in brum, I decided to say fuck the fear and do it anyway. I jumped a cab down to her (he demanded a tenner and turned off the meter the prick!). Arrived at her gaff which was a bit confusing and a bit of a maze. She welcomed me in with typical behind the door shenanigans.
Fuck. Me. She was banging, peng, a buffting. A genuine stunner, firm, smooth, fat ass, nicely done fake tits. A bewildering array of fake dicks sat on a table ready to ream a willing or even unwilling cornhole and it dawned on me what I was about to engage in. I have had a bit of prostate fun before and seen trannies but never quite had that hallowed experience of a full prostate orgasm while being fucked. After a quick freshen up in the bathroom, I was back. We kissed standing up as I caressed her, her lips smooth, she tasted good, I was hard as a rock. We moved to the bed and I lay on my back, she lay next to me like a lover and we gentle kissed. At this point I felt like I could have easily spent the night with her, the thought crossed my mind that I might just forgo the pegging and keep it GFE. But she looked at me with a naughty smile and said “so am I going to fuck your ass or not?!” Fuck sake if you insist.
She put on the smallest, but still fucking bigger than my pathetic love muscle, strap and sat between my legs. She is a real pro at pegging. Warmed my ass up with a special silicone glove on, on finger then two as I beat my meat. She applied plenty of lube (good shit, silk skin no waste mans KY gelly shit) and worked me up, telling me to squeeze her fingers and she liked my nice tight little ass. This was kinky. She tried to slip her she cock into me and it was agony, I couldn’t take it and I thought I had fucked this up. She was unfazed, went back to warming me up, before pushing the head of the strap on in and fucking me gently it was good. Very fucking good. She then slipped it all into me and I gasped. This was extasy I was shocked at how much I liked it. She loved this and said “good boy, take my cock in your ass and let me fuck you”. She told me to relax my legs and just let it happen like I was some virgin on her boyfriends parents sofa. As she built up a rhythm it was spectacular to have a plastic cock up my fart box, her thrusting away, playing with my balls. I took a moment to admire how fit she was, and I could barely believe it. However, I was disappointingly, or so I thought, flaccid. But the weirdest thing started to happen, as she fucked me and the waves of pleasure washed over me, I felt my orgasm building steam, even though I was limp. I wanked away as she fucked harder and faster, and I decided to try and go with it, this was new territory for me. Like some yoga wanker on Instagram I was exploring my body, learning about pleasure, maybe finally coming to love myself and by extension hiking the dirt track. All this came to an end when I felt the orgasm coming. It was fucking intense and as I squirted again and again, more and more cum, I thought where the fuck was it all coming from? She altered her rhythm to concentrate on rubbing my prostate and I felt like I was leaving my body one squirt of testicular treacle at a time. She left her cock in me until I was done. When she slid it out I realised she was actually balls deep, I had thought she was barely just inside.
She went off to wash up and told me to lay there and relax. I was in a weird state, numb and distant yet very aware and intensely vulnerable. I wanted her to hold me and stroke my forehead, tell me it was ok and that this was all fine. But this wasn’t going to happen – I was a physical mess and needed to wash. I just lay and almost fell asleep when she came back in. it felt like I could not feel my legs anywhere. Either was I started the long climb back to being able to put my shoes on by wiping myself and chatting. She is lovely, sweet, naughty and fun. I managed to get myself together, hug her. She had put on some trackies to relax and she felt like a girlfriend. I tore myself away and fucked off, my anus still buzzing, which I did for hours after.
The night porter let me back into the hotel with a surprising warmth, obviously not aware that I had just had my ass well and truly rammed in by a prostitute. Even back in bed in the safety of my hotel with my ass pulsating I still was not over it. This was an experience I will be repeating if I come across her profile again, which I hope I do.
As I lay in the dark drifting off to sleep, I thought “Fuck me, better not tell the man dem about this caper…”
Topic: ebonypegging - City Centre Birmingham. TOFTT (Read 5942 times)
