Cyn reveled in the dimly lit dungeon, the air thick with anticipation and lust. She ran her fingers over the cool leather of her 12-inch strap-on cock, a wicked grin playing on her lips. She loved nothing more than pegging the bitch boys who came to her, their tight ass twats begging for her attention.

Tonight’s little slut was no exception. He lay on the padded bench, his ass in the air, a plug already inserted to stretch him out. Cyn approached, her heels clicking against the stone floor. She ran her hand over his ass, feeling him clench in response.

“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?” she purred, tracing the curve of his cheek with her fingernail. The boy whimpered, his body trembling. “Begging for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he gasped, his voice muffled by the gag in his mouth. “Please, Mistress, peg me. I need your cock inside me.”

Cyn chuckled, her clit already throbbing with anticipation. She wrapped her hand around the base of the strap-on, giving it a few experimental thrusts. The boy’s eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat.

“Good boy,” Cyn said, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “You’re going to take every inch of me, aren’t you?”

The boy nodded frantically, his ass clenching around the plug. Cyn slid it out slowly, savoring the sight of his tight hole. She teased him with the tip of her strap-on, rubbing it against his entrance until he was moaning around the gag.

Finally, she pushed inside, feeling the boy’s muscles clench around her. She moved slowly at first, savoring the heat and tightness of him. But soon, she was thrusting harder, faster, the power of leading the thrusts sending waves of pleasure through her body.

She reached around to grab the boy’s cock, feeling it harden in her hand. She timed her thrusts with his breath, edging him closer and closer to the edge. She loved the power of it, the knowledge that she could bring him to the brink and pull him back at any moment.

The boy’s muscles clenched around her cock, his breathing ragged. Cyn could feel the vibrations against her clit, sending shivers down her spine. She increased her pace, pushing deeper, harder, until the boy was moaning and writhing beneath her.

Finally, she let him come, his muscles clenching around her cock as he cried out in pleasure. Cyn followed soon after, her own orgasm ripping through her as the boy’s muscles milked her cock.

As they both came down from their highs, Cyn slowly pulled out, grinning at the sight of the boy’s thoroughly fucked hole. She patted his ass, a note of affection in her voice.

“Good boy,” she murmured, unbuckling the strap-on and setting it aside. “You took my cock like a champ.”

The boy grinned, his eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. Cyn knew that he would be back for more, just like all the others. And she would be ready and waiting, her strap-on cock at the ready.

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