Pegged By My Filthy Girlfriend
PEGGED BY MY FILTHY GIRLFRIEND
    MY FILTHY GIRLFRIEND: VOLUME TWO
    JT Holland
    Copyright 2014 by JT Holland
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    TABLE OF CONTENTS
    PEGGED BY
MY FILTHY GIRLFRIEND
    ALSO BY JT HOLLAND
     
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    PEGGED BY MY FILTHY
GIRLFRIEND

    My girlfriend Taylor and I are in our hotel
room on the second night of our 3-night vacation in Phoenix, having
just finished off a killer dinner followed by enough drinks to get
me ready for what’s to come tonight.
    Last night, after some spirited anal play, I
agreed to let her fuck me in the ass with a dildo next time we got
freaky and tonight it’s time for me to pay the piper.
    “ Are you sure about this?”
Taylor asks, although we both know she’s just asking as a
formality. There’s no turning back for me at this point. I gave her
my word and we’re both sticklers about following up on what we say
we’re going to do.
    “ No,” I reply, forcing a
smile onto my face. “But let’s do it anyway.”
    “ That’s the spirit,” she
says, planting a kiss on my lips. “Now you just sit back and try to
relax as I get myself ready.”
    So there I am, sitting on the edge of the
bed, watching Taylor as she straps the dildo onto her hips. It’s a
strange combination, seeing all the parts of a woman and then the
one part of a man attached, but I’m not going to lie; it turns me
on like there’s no tomorrow.
    It’s not so much the fake cock itself that
turns me on, it’s the look of pure joy on Taylor’s face. She’s
obviously stoked to be in a position of control, to be the one
doing the fucking instead of the one getting fucked. And I don’t
blame her. It’s one hell of a powerful feeling.
    Which is exactly why I agreed to let her
live out her fantasy on me. Not only because I know how much she’s
going to enjoy it, but because it’ll be good for me to know what
it’s like to be on the opposite side of the coin. The way I figure
things, if she’s willing to let me fuck her in the ass, then I
should be willing to let her do the same to me. And it’s not like
she hasn’t messed with my asshole multiple times before, licking
and tonguing it, even sticking a couple fingers in there from time
to time.
    Nothing strengthens a bond between two
people like walking a mile in their shoes, and it’s always good to
know exactly what the other is going through. Getting fucked by
Taylor will give me a better appreciation of what she goes through
during a typical session, as well as letting her experience what it
is I get to see and feel. My only worry is that she’ll enjoy the
experience more than I will, which will lead to her wanting to do
it again. But that’s for another day. Right now there’s business at
hand. And I’m about to be on the receiving end of it.
    “ I hope you don’t expect me
to take it easy on you,” Taylor says as she puts the finishing
touches on strapping the dildo to her waist.
    “ I don’t,” I
say.
    “ Good, because you sure as
hell don’t feel the need to take it easy on me very
often.”
    “ That’s true,” I say,
trying not to smile. “Of course, you like it rough. You ask for it
all the time.”
    “ Don’t worry, honey,” she
says, patting me on the head like I was a dog. “You

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