Pegged in the Pool.

**INT. POOLSIDE - DAY** *Terrence, naked, steps into view. The sun beats down, casting a harsh glow on his sweat-glistened skin. She reclines on a lounge chair, shaded by a palm tree. Her black hair is damp, eyes a piercing blue. She watches him approach, her gaze unblinking.* **HER** (softly, teasing) You're right on time. *Terrence stops a few feet away, hands open, palms up in submission. He says nothing, just waits.* **HER** (tilting her head to the side table) See something you like? *Terrence glances over. A sleek, black strap-on lies there, silicone glistening with lube. His breath hitsches.* **HER** (smirking) Thought you might. *She sits up, her eyes never leaving his. She runs a finger along the strap-on, then looks back at him.* **HER** You want this, don't you? *Terrence nods, a slight tremble in his chin.* **HER** (whispering) Good boy. *She stands, circling him like a predator. She runs a fingernail down his spine, making him shiver.* **HER** Bend over. Present yourself. *Terrence complies, leaning over the lounge chair. She stands behind him, her shadow casting over his back. She slides a lubricated finger into him, making him gasp.* **HER** (whispering) So tight. So eager. *She adds another finger, twisting and turning, stretching him. Terrence grits his teeth, trying to hold back his moans. She smiles, knowing his struggle.* **HER** (laughing softly) You can scream, you know. No one's here to hear you but me. *She pulls her fingers out, replacing them with the strap-on. She pushes in slowly, inch by inch, filling him completely. Terrence's breath hitches, his body tensing.* **HER** (gripping his hip) You're mine now. Every inch of you. *She starts to move, her hips rolling, the strap-on sliding in and out of him. She leans over him, her breath hot on his ear.* **HER** (whispering) Beg for it. Beg for me. *Terrence's body tenses, his breath coming in short gasps. He's on the edge, ready to fall. She smiles, knowing she has him right where she wants him.* **TERRANCE** (breathless) Please... **HER** (laughing) Please what? Say it. *Terrence's body tenses, his back arching as he lets out a gut-wrenching cry of pleasure, crying out her name.* **HER** (gripping his testicles) You're all mine. Every. Single. Inch. *She increases her pace, her hips slapping against his ass. She's in control, and she knows it. She owns him, body and soul. And she loves every second of it.*

She pulls out suddenly, leaving him empty and wanting. Terrence whimpers, pushing his ass back, trying to recapture the sensation. **HER** (chuckling) Oh, no, you don't. Not yet. She strolls around to his front, the strap-on bobbing obscenely between her legs. She grabs his chin, forcing him to look up at her. **HER** You think you deserve more? You think you can just take what you want? Terrence's eyes are wide, his body trembling with need. She smirks, running a thumb over his lips. **HER** Answer me. **TERRANCE** No... no, Mistress. **HER** Good boy. She releases him, stepping back. She teases him, running the tip of the strap-on along his thighs, his stomach, his chest, always avoiding where he wants it most. **HER** (teasing) Where do you want it, pet? Here? She brushes it against his hip, making him jump. **HER** Or maybe here? She taps it against his cock, making him groan. **HER** (smiling) Or maybe... you want it here. She trails it back down, teasing his entrance. He moans, pushing back against it. **TERRANCE** Please, Mistress. Please, I need it. **HER** You need what, pet? Say it. She presses the tip in slightly, just enough to tease. **TERRANCE** (groaning) I need you to fuck me. Please, Mistress, fuck me. She smiles, pushing in slowly, inch by inch. She leans over him, her breath hot on his ear. **HER** (whispering) Since you asked so nicely. She starts to move, her hips rolling, the strap-on sliding in and out of him. She grips his hair, pulling his head back, exposing his throat. **HER** You like that, don't you? You like being my little fucktoy. He moans, his body trembling with each thrust. She smiles, knowing she has him right where she wants him. She reaches around, grabbing his cock, stroking it in time with her thrusts.

He bucks backward, trying to take more of her into him, but she grips his hip harder, controlling his movement. "Not so fast, pet," she taunts, her voice a low purr. She leans down, her nipples brushing against his back, sending a shiver down his spine. "You wanted this, and now you'll take it at my pace." She increases her speed, each thrust deeper and harder. Terrence's moans fill the air, his body shaking with the intensity. She can feel him tightening around her, his body begging for release. But she's not done with him yet. She pulls out suddenly, leaving him empty and gasping. Before he can protest, she spins him around, pushing him down onto the lounge chair. She straddles him, the strap-on pressing against his chest, her pussy hot against his stomach. She leans down, her lips brushing against his ear. "You want more, don't you, pet?" she whispers, her voice laced with lust. "You want to feel me deep inside you, stretching you, own you." Terrence nods, his body trembling with need. He wants it, craves it. He's become addicted to the feeling of her inside him, owning him, controlling him. But he knows he can't let anyone know. He can't let anyone see this side of him, this dirty, fucked up, needy side. It's his secret, his shame, his pleasure. She smiles, knowing his struggle. She loves it, loves having this power over him. She sits up, her hands on his chest, her fingers digging into his flesh. She grinds against him, the strap-on sliding up his stomach, leaving a trail of lube. She leans down, her lips hovering over his. "Beg for it, pet," she whispers. "Beg for me to fuck you." Terrence's breath hitches, his body tensing. He knows he should resist, should push her away. But he can't. He needs this, needs her. He needs to feel her inside him, owning him, controlling him. He needs to feel dirty, shameful, fucked. "I’m yours," he rasps, looking up at her. "All yours, Mistress. Fuck me. Please." She smiles, a cruel, triumphant smile. "Good boy," she purrs, sitting up. She reaches between them, grabbing the strap-on, positioning it at his entrance. She looks down at him, her eyes gleaming with lust and power. "And now, pet, you're going to take it all." She pushes in slowly, inch by inch, filling him completely. Terrence's breath hitches, his body tensing as he takes her in, taking her ownership, taking her control. She starts to move, her hips rolling. The straps dig into her thighs, a constant reminder of her power over him. "You're my good little fucktoy," she purrs, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "And no one will ever know your dirty little secret. But I will. I'll know how much you love this, how much you need it, how much you crave my cock deep inside you." He moans, his body shaking with each thrust, his eyes never leaving hers. He's hers, completely and utterly hers. And he wouldn't have it any other way. She pulls back suddenly, grabbing his hair, forcing his head back, exposing his throat. She leans down, her teeth grazing his skin, making him shiver. "And if you're a good boy," she whispers, "maybe I'll let you come. Maybe. But only if you're good." She smiles, sitting up, her hips rolling, the strap-on sliding in and out of him. She's in control, and she knows it. She owns him, body and soul. And she loves every second of it.

[*struggling to find his voice*] I-I'll be good, Mistress. I promise. I'll do anything you want. She smirks down at him, her hips rolling, the strap-on sliding in and out of him with ease. "Anything? That's a big promise, pet. You sure you can handle that?" [*desperate*] Yes, Mistress. Anything. Just please, don't stop. I need this. I need you. She leans down, her breath hot on his face. "You need me to fuck you, is that it? You need me to use you, to make you feel dirty and small?" [*whimpering*] Yes, Mistress. I'm your fucktoy. I'm your good little slut. Use me. Please. She laughs softly, a cruel, seductive sound. "Oh, you're good, pet. You're very good. But let's see how good you really are." She shifts her position, changing the angle of her thrusts, pulling Terrence to the edge of ecstasy. He gasps, his eyes widening at the new sensation. She grinds against him, the strap-on hitting a spot deep inside him. He moans, his body convulsing. "Look who's finally joining us," she purrs, glancing over her shoulder. A tall, muscular woman steps into the room, her eyes locked onto Terrence. She's dressed in tight leather pants and a corset, her breasts spilling out the top. She smirks, walking towards them, her heels clicking on the floor. "About time you showed up, Ava," she says, not breaking her rhythm. Ava smiles, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Traffic was a bitch." She looks down at Terrence, her smirk turning into a hungry grin. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here." Terrence whimpers, his body tensing as Ava runs a hand down his chest. She leans down, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're a lucky little slut, aren't you? Two mistresses to satisfy your every need." Terrence nods, his body shaking with anticipation. He's never had two women at once, never felt so utterly owned and controlled. But he wants it. He needs it. She smirks, sitting up. She grabs his cock, stroking it in time with her mistress's movements. He's close, so close. She can feel it in the way his body tenses, in the way his breath hitches. "You're close, aren't you, pet? You're close to coming. But you don't have our permission yet. You come when we say you come. Not a moment before." She stops stroking him, her hand moving to his throat, squeezing gently. He gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. "Mistress, please." He chokes out, looking up at them. "I need to come. I need to—" [*interrupting, her voice stern*] You need to do what we say, pet. You need to be a good boy. And if you can do that, maybe, just maybe, we'll let you come. But only if you're good." Ava laughs, a low, husky sound. "And if you're really good, pet," she says, leaning down to whisper in his other ear. "Maybe we'll let you come at all. But for now, you're going to take everything we give you. Everything." She stands up, walking around to the other side of the lounge chair. She straddles his chest, her pussy hovering over his mouth. He looks up at her, his eyes wide with lust and fear. She smiles, a cruel, dominant smile. "Lick," she commands, grabbing his hair and pulling his head up to meet her pussy. He complies, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moans, grinding against his face, using him for her pleasure. All the while, his mistress continues to fuck him, her hips moving faster, harder. He's surrounded by them, owned by them, controlled by them. And he loves every second of it. "Good boy," she purrs, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "There's that sweet little spot. You like that, don't you, pet?" [*panting*] Y-yes, Mistress. I love it. She smiles cruelly, her hips moving faster, harder. "Good. Because we're not done with you yet. We're going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore. Until you're begging us to stop. But you won't, will you, pet? You'll take it all. Because you're our good little fucktoy."