I pegged my friend after he was treated weirdly by a Gender Studies professor

Brace yourselves, long story 🙂

I have a friend, Dave, he’s French, with his parents from Senegal. He  looks a bit like hot French actor Omar Sy. He is tall like him and even  bulkier, though a bit older. He served in the French military in Africa  and Afghanistan and apparently did some rough things overseas - but: he  is the sweetest and most devoted male lover I ever met! He is cute and  friendly and charming, totally that gentle giant a woman feels so  protected when with him, no matter if on the streets or between the  sheets. When she wants it, he can fuck his lady with his huge cock like a  savage, but when he feels she needs it slower, he immediately pulls  out, forgets about his raging cock and slightly touches her with his  fingertips and kisses her with his tongue wherever she wants to be  touched. He is like THE MOST PERFECT lover EVER!

Well,  we became good friends when we met at the library I work at. Already in  his mid 30s, as a veteran he studies Mechanical Engineering at my state  university, surrounded by all these young students in their twenties or  even younger. I was still enrolled in (and stuck with!) this Gender  Studies program which I planned soon to finish as it became a massive  headache for me since the second semester. I had an evening class with  this female (they/them???) professor that always wanted to hang out with  us students and wanted to get a drink in the bar next to our lecture  hall. So one evening we sat there with our professor who was oddly  interested in me and my erotic adventures she somehow heard about, but I  was rather reluctant and played shy and innocent.

Until  somebody tipped me on the shoulder from behind. When I turned around, I  saw Dave towering above me with his broad charming smile, full of joy  meeting me unexpectedly. We hugged, moved both briefly over to the bar  counter to chat a bit, and then he wanted to politely exit so that I  could go back to my group. But instead my professor came up to us,  introduced herself and insisted on getting him a drink. She kind of  immediately hit on him and I could see in Dave’s eyes over the next  minutes that he got attracted to this 40 something, blond short haired  skinny professor (she had some sexy features, I have to admit, but  something the way she moved her eyes and looked into the world repelled  me every time, it’s difficult to describe). I knew that Dave can get  horny really quickly once he sees the chance to have a one night stand  with a new female he just picked up. And he mostly is into experimenting  with strange and odd people like I do. Probably that's the reason why  we became friends so easily. So it didn’t take much time and both of  them said goodbye and left the bar together. I called it a day as well  and left shortly after, went back to my flat alone.

Two  hours later I receive a text message from Dave, asking me if he can  come over to my place (we live in the same neighborhood). I said sure  and 20 min later I answered the door and he was leaning in the door  frame of my flat with this weird expression on his face, something  between smirking and disappointment and grief. I let him into my living  room. We both stood in front of each other, and he just said: “Val, slap  me in the face! Hard!” Of course he knows that I am into domming,  including some weird femdom stuff I practice, but I am like most of the  time really gentle, so I said “No!” with some indignation in my voice.  But he insisted, so I ended up slapping him slightly on his cheek.  “Valery, hit me hard, damn it, I need to feel pain, like for real!” He  sounded even kind of angry with me, which in return made me feel angry.  Because why should I be responsible for his current mood?

But  then I realized that this seemed to be a safe invitation from this  massive giant to unleash my own frustrations on him. Frustrations I have  built up in the last weeks because of my study choice. So I hit this  man that measures nearly two heads more than me and weighs probably  double, in the middle of the night, in my living room… I slapped him in  his face, and I slapped him again and harder. I was enjoying it with  each slap more and saw that the impact on his face became stronger with  each slap, and I didn’t even notice that my hand was already hurting  quite badly. After several hits I only stopped when he suddenly grabbed  my shoulders with his massive hands, lifted me up and carried me with  his tremendous arm strength - me with my whole weight IN FRONT OF HIM  -  into my bedroom where he threw me on my bed!

While  he was carrying me like that I even threw a “What the fuck, Dave?” at  him and then I saw the rage in his face and he just gasped “Shut up!” It  was so unsettling and thrilling, because I had no idea if this gentle  giant I knew just transformed into some kind of monster that would  impose himself on his friend. Against his overwhelming strength I would  not have stood any chance. And even some years in prison would have made  him probably the king of his cell block, with all his strength and  combat experience… Such silly thoughts rushed through me in that moment!  So that was really weird and exciting, because we actually never had  fucked each other in the past, only did some more innocent touching and  playing. Well, and that one time when we were getting each other off  after playing this nerdy board game, so he knew my bedroom and what  things happen there a bit, but that’s another story.

So,  after he threw me on my bed he jumped on my side, looked into my  supposedly astonished and frightened face and I looked into his eyes…  there was no more rage but desperation! He said: “Val, this professor of  yours, it was bad, real bad! She acted like a pornstar, she pretended  to worship my black cock, she exaggerated so falsely, it was horrible!” I  knew Dave did at least one job before in the porn industry because of  his physical attributes that are in high demand these days… but I was  kind of shocked that HE was so shocked! He went on: “When we finally  fucked, she behaved so strangely that I had to pretend that I was  cumming in the condom only so that I can finish and go away! I put off  the condom quickly and threw it into the bin in her room… and then, when  she went to the toilet, I thought damn, I have to recollect the condom  so that I leave nothing at her place she could fetishize about me - she  used me purely as a fantasy object!” Well, I thought, welcome to  experiences we ladies all get too often… He looked me into my eyes and  went on: “Val, you have all these toys like plugs and dildos and this  strapper, stripper thing!” “You mean my strapon?” “Yes, a strapon,  please use it on me now, I need you to fuck me, Valery.” That came  unexpected. It is true that I really like to peg my men. I have that  established recently even as a precondition in my love life for allowing  men to fuck me. It’s a superior threshold keeping all so strong men  away from me who suddenly opt out once it’s them getting fucked. So many  have no clue what their prostate is capable of. Sad, but also another  story!

I thought that Dave didn’t  like things in his ass. He said once that his cute little butthole would  hurt too much, which was of course just a lame excuse. But now I saw  this begging look in his eyes. And I was so worked up by this outburst  of his raw male energy just some moments ago that I nodded slowly and  went to the drawer where I kept my toys and took out my strapon (medium  size). We strangely knew what to do: While I quickly got naked in front  of him to put my harness on, he undressed as well completely and went  right into doggy position on my bed. We were rushing all that in  excitement but I was so prudent to pour like half a tube of lube on my  strapon and massaged a lot of the gel around his butthole and delicately  also a bit into it (only the first centimeter or so). He kept quiet and  obedient, even when I slowly introduced that strapon into his ass,  telling him to breathe out and relax. Only when I then lifted my hips up  and pushed a bit further Dave moaned in relief as the strapon hit its  desired target for the first time. I have to say that I felt a bit proud  at that moment, introducing my strapon into this virgin ass of such a  unit of a man with so much ease and determination AND having an  immediate glowing effect on my friend. So I pulled it back a bit and  pushed inside a bit, and again, while Dave’s moaning and encouraging  “Yes”, “Go on, Valery, go on” gave me the necessary assurance that I was  on the right track with him and that he really wanted it. I felt I  could go even faster and rougher, and now I really wanted to.

I  was so heated up by his transformation from cute gentle giant to  dangerous monster to totally obedient giant again. So not a minute later  I fucked the shit out of Dave who was moaning louder and louder. I was  so thrilled imposing myself on him from behind, penetrating his huge and  powerful body, even if it was only with my rather small strapon. He was  on all fours, but with one hand he then reached to his rock hard,  swinging and massive cock and began stroking. Sooner than I wished for  he was like “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” and I just wanted to feel all  his load on my naked chest. I slowed the pegging carefully a bit down,  decoupled the strapon from my harness so that it became a normal dildo  still in his butt and told Dave to kneel and to push and pull the dildo  in his ass with his left hand, reaching around his butt, while his right  hand stroked his throbbing cock fast. I quickly changed my position so  that I could be in front of him.

Honestly  I also would have liked his cock to discharge in my mouth but I judged  it just as way too big. So I squeezed my tits (which are not huge, but  quite a rack, bigger than most others) in front of his cock, him pushing  the dildo against his prostate like he learned from my thrusts some  moments ago, and there he came with long white ropes out of his thick  black cock on my chest. I tried to catch some with my mouth but I soon  was only covered with his hot cum on my chin, chest and tits. I looked  into his eyes while I took some of his cum with my index finger and put  it on my tongue. I smiled and he smiled, his eyes wide open, panting. He  even became a bit embarrassed, was shaking his head, “Oh Val, I don’t  know what came over me, I was overwhelmed…”. Well, I thought that I knew  exactly what came over ME - namely his massive load - while I swallowed  the thick, sticky and salty drop of cum I had on my tongue. I helped  him get rid of the dildo that had popped out of his ass shortly after  his orgasm - again I’m proud of myself because I elegantly wrapped it in  tissues and made it disappear from the bed without him even really  noticing it.

After quickly swiping  all that cum off my skin I took him into my arms and we cuddled in my  bed, laying my satin bed sheet over us both. Exhausted, he soon fell  into a light slumber and I have to say that this was maybe the hottest  moment of the whole evening: Holding that humongous fine specimen of a  man safely in my arms in the middle of the night while I could feel his  slow and steady breath on my chest.