Bald Motherfucker’s Babe Slam & Strap-On Ass Wreck

Description: In the sleazy haze of a rundown motel where the neon sign buzzed like a swarm of angry hornets and the air stank of stale smoke and fresh jizz, there lurked this bald-headed bastard named Jax, a total pussy slayer with a skull so shiny it could blind you in the right light and a cock that hung like a goddamn horse. Jax wasn't some wimpy fuck; he was built like a tank with muscles rippling under tattooed skin that told stories of bar fights and back-alley bangs, and his eyes gleamed with that predatory hunger that made bitches wet just from a glance. This night, Jax had rounded up two smoking hot babes, Lana and Mia, both with asses that jiggled like jelly in an earthquake and tits so perky they defied gravity, ready to get their holes wrecked by his massive meat. But little did the cocky prick know, these sluts had a twisted plan involving a fat strap-on that would turn the tables, making him scream like a little bitch while they pegged his tight ass in a brutal revenge for all the rough fucks he'd dished out. Lana was the blonde bombshell, her hair cascading like golden cum streams down her back, lips painted red like fresh blood, and she loved nothing more than wrapping those pouty suckers around a throbbing dick while her pussy throbbed in anticipation. Mia, the raven-haired vixen, had skin like caramel and eyes that pierced like daggers, her body a temple of sin with curves that begged to be grabbed and slapped. They'd met Jax at a dive bar earlier, where he bragged about his conquests, flexing those arms and promising to fuck them into oblivion. "You cunts ready to get split open?" he'd growled, his voice rough as sandpaper, making their clits tingle despite the arrogance. They played along, giggling and grinding against him on the dance floor, their hands sneaking down to feel that bulge growing in his jeans like a beast awakening. Back at the motel, the room was a pit of debauchery with mirrors on the ceiling to catch every nasty angle and a bed that creaked under the weight of past orgies. Jax wasted no time, shoving Lana against the wall, his bald head gleaming under the flickering bulb as he yanked her skirt up, exposing that shaved pussy dripping like a faucet. "Bend over, slut," he commanded, unzipping his pants to unleash that veiny monster, slapping it against her ass cheeks before plunging in deep with one savage thrust that made her yelp in ecstasy. Lana moaned loud, her walls clenching around him as he pounded relentlessly, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Take it all, you dirty whore," Jax grunted, sweat beading on his shiny dome, thrusting faster, his balls slapping against her like wet drumbeats. Mia watched from the bed, fingering her own slick cunt, her fingers diving in and out with squelching sounds that filled the room. "My turn, you bald fuck," she purred, crawling over as Jax pulled out of Lana, his cock glistening with her juices. He grabbed Mia by the hair, forcing her onto her knees, shoving that dick down her throat until she gagged, tears streaming but eyes burning with lust. Mia sucked like a pro, her tongue swirling around the head, deepthroating him while Lana recovered, her body trembling from the orgasm he'd hammered out of her. Jax face-fucked Mia hard, his hips bucking like a piston, grunting obscenities. "Suck it dry, bitch," he snarled, but the girls exchanged a sly glance, knowing the real fun was coming. After Mia's throat was raw and Jax's cock throbbed on the edge, he flipped her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide and diving in, eating her pussy like a starving man at a buffet, his tongue lapping at her clit while fingers probed her ass. Mia arched, screaming as waves of pleasure crashed, her juices flooding his mouth. Then he mounted her, slamming home, fucking her missionary style so he could watch her tits bounce with every thrust. Lana joined in, sitting on Mia's face, grinding her wet slit against her tongue, the three of them a tangled mess of moans and sweat. Jax switched between them, pounding one while the other licked his balls or fingered the fucked pussy, building to a frenzy where orgasms ripped through the babes like lightning. But as Jax neared his own explosion, the girls sprang their trap. Lana whispered in his ear, "Wanna try something kinky, you shiny-headed prick?" He smirked, thinking he was in control, but Mia slipped away, grabbing a bag from under the bed. Out came the beast: a thick black strap-on, harness gleaming like a weapon of ass destruction. Jax's eyes widened, but his cock twitched at the sight. "What the fuck?" he muttered, but Lana pushed him down, her strength surprising as she pinned his arms. "Your turn to get fucked, asshole," she hissed, buckling the harness around her hips, the dildo standing proud and ready to wreck. Mia lubed it up generously, her hands stroking the silicone shaft like it was real, while Jax protested half-heartedly, his body betraying him with a hardening dick. "Bend over, big boy," Mia taunted, slapping his ass as Lana positioned the tip against his tight hole. Jax grunted, resisting at first, but the pressure built, the head popping in with a burn that made him curse. "Fuck, that's tight," he groaned, but Lana thrust deeper, inch by inch, filling his ass while Mia stroked his cock to ease the pain into pleasure. Soon, Jax was moaning like a whore, his prostate getting hammered, waves of unfamiliar bliss shooting through him. Lana fucked him steady, her hips slamming against his cheeks, the strap-on delving deep into his guts. "How's that feel, you pussy pounder? Getting your ass reamed by a hot bitch," she laughed, reaching around to jack him off. Mia got in on it, kissing Jax's neck, biting his earlobes while her fingers teased his balls. The sensation overload had Jax begging, "Harder, you sluts, fuck my ass harder!" Lana obliged, pounding relentlessly, the room echoing with the slap of flesh and his grunts turning to screams of ecstasy. He came hard, ropes of cum shooting across the sheets, his body shaking as the orgasm milked from his prostate hit like a truck. But the babes weren't done; they switched, Mia strapping on while Lana cleaned up. "My go, bald fucker," Mia growled, flipping Jax onto his back, legs up like a bitch in heat. She thrust in rough, no mercy, her tits bouncing as she dominated his hole. Jax's cock revived, hardening again from the pegging, and Lana rode it reverse cowgirl, her pussy swallowing him whole while Mia ass-fucked him. The double sensation blew his mind, pleasure from both ends, the girls moaning in sync as they used him like a toy. Orgasms chained together, Mia cumming from the harness rubbing her clit, Lana squirting on his dick, Jax exploding again inside her. Hours blurred in this whirlwind of fucking, Jax slamming the babes in every position imaginable before submitting to the strap-on again and again. Doggy style with Lana pegging him while he ate Mia's pussy, then missionary where Mia drilled him as Lana sat on his face. They incorporated toys, vibrators buzzing on clits and balls, heightening the madness. Jax reflected in sweaty pauses, how this ass fucking awakened something primal, making him crave the domination as much as dishing it out. The night evolved into a ritual, the bald guy turning from conqueror to willing sub, the babes reveling in their power. They marked him with bites and scratches, his shiny head bobbing as he sucked the strap-on clean after each round. "You're our bitch now," Lana declared, and Jax nodded, addicted to the mix of pain and bliss. Morning light filtered through grimy curtains, bodies entwined in exhaustion. Jax woke first, sore but satisfied, brewing coffee while the girls slept, their strap-on discarded like a trophy. He smirked at his reflection, the bald dome now a badge of this wild night. "Fucking hell," he muttered, already plotting the next encounter. Word spread in their kinky circle, whispers of the bald guy's epic bang and pegging session inspiring others. Friends begged for details, Jax boasting with a grin, "Got my ass wrecked and loved every second." The babes hosted parties, demonstrating their strap-on skills on willing dudes, Jax often the star, getting fucked while fucking. One such bash, a new chick named Zoe joined, eager to try. "Show me how you peg that bald prick," she said. Lana strapped her up, guiding the thrust into Jax's ass as he pounded Mia. Zoe moaned, the power rush making her cum hard. It became a chain, babes taking turns on Jax, his moans fueling the orgy. Jax journaled it all, scrawling filthy entries: "Slammed those hot cunts then took the strap-on like a champ, prostate exploding in fireworks." He detailed every thrust, every scream, underlining **pegging porn** as his new obsession. Their trio grew, adventures spilling into clubs where public pegging teases happened in dark corners. Jax embraced the bisexual pegging life, hooking up with guys too, but always returning to Lana and Mia for the ultimate strap-on domination. Years later, the bald guy and his babes sat in a penthouse, reminiscing over whiskey. "Remember that first ass fuck?" Mia asked. Jax laughed, "Best goddamn night, turned me into a strap-on junkie." They pulled out the old toy, reliving the magic, bodies still hungry. The legacy endured online, forums buzzing with **strap-on sex** tales inspired by them. Jax posted anonymously: "Bald dude gets wrecked by babes' dildo, pure ecstasy." Comments poured in, "Hot as fuck!" They mentored newbies, teaching the art of **femdom pegging**, how to mix pounding pussies with ass reaming. One pupil, a young stud, got the full treatment: fucked the girls then bent over, screaming in delight. As time wore on, they retired the wild nights but kept the fire alive in private, strap-on sessions keeping the spark. Jax thanked fate for that motel encounter, transforming him from lone wolf to pegged pack member. In quiet reflections, he acknowledged the balance: fucking babes fed his ego, getting ass fucked humbled him, creating harmony in lust. The saga continued, new chapters unfolding with every thrust, the bald guy forever entangled in this web of pleasure and power. But the tale twisted further; Zoe became a fixture, forming a quartet of kink. Nights turned foursomes, strap-ons doubling, asses and pussies filled in symphony. Jealousy absent, communication key, boundaries respected. One epic session: Jax pegged by Lana while fucking Mia, Zoe strapping on to drill Lana's ass, a daisy chain of debauchery. Moans harmonized, cum flowed freely, bodies a sweaty heap. Jax wrote volumes, his diary a filth bible, pages detailing **bald guy anal** adventures. "Took it deep, cock hard from the prostate hit," he'd pen. Community idolized them, underground clubs naming drinks after the bald fucker. "Strap-On Baldy," a shot that burned like ass entry. They traveled, spreading the gospel in sex expos, demos leaving crowds wet. Back home, cozy evenings heated with a flick, dildos humming, holes humming back. The bald guy's transformation became legend, from babe banger to strap-on sub, embracing **strap-on domination** fully. In the end, it was more than fucks; it was life, love, and endless lust wrapped in silicone and sweat. Forever the shiny-domed king of kink.