She was tiny, barely five feet two, with a tight little body that made my cock twitch the second I saw her walk into the bar. Her name was Mia, and from the first drink she was already leaning in close, her small hand brushing my thigh while she talked about how long it had been since she got properly fucked. I bought her another round and she laughed, low and dirty, saying she hoped I had a big cock because she loved the way a thick one stretched her petite frame.
By the time we got back to my place she was already pulling at my belt. Show it to me, she said, dropping to her knees on the living room floor. I unzipped and let my cock spring free, heavy and half-hard. Mias eyes lit up. Fuck yes, she breathed, wrapping both small hands around the shaft. She licked the head in one slow swipe, then opened wide and took me straight to the back of her throat. No hesitation. She gagged once, pulled off with spit dripping down her chin, and grinned up at me. I fucking love cock. Big, fat cock like this.
She went back down, sucking hard and fast, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped my balls. The wet sounds filled the room. Every few strokes shed pull off just to tell me how good it tasted, how she wanted it deeper, how she needed to feel it splitting her open. I grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth, short thrusts that made her eyes water but only made her moan louder around my dick.
When I pulled her up she was already shoving her jeans down. No panties. Her pussy was shaved smooth and glistening. I bent her over the arm of the couch and rubbed the head of my cock through her folds. You want this? I asked. Yes, she panted. Shove it in. Im so fucking wet for it. I pushed forward and sank halfway on the first thrust. She was tight as hell, gripping me like a fist. Mia let out a long, broken moan and pushed back, taking the rest until her ass was flush against my hips.
I started pounding her right there, deep and steady. Every stroke made her small body jolt forward. She kept talking, filthy and nonstop. Harder. Fuck that little pussy. I love how your cock fills me up. Dont stop, dont you fucking stop. Her voice got higher when I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came fast, legs shaking, pussy clamping down so tight I had to slow down or I would have blown.
I flipped her onto her back on the couch, hooked her knees over my elbows, and drove back inside. From this angle I could watch her face while I fucked her. Her tits were small and perfect, nipples tight. She played with them, pinching hard while I bottomed out again and again. Look at you taking every inch, I growled. Such a good little cock slut. She nodded, eyes glassy. Your cock slut. Keep using me.
We moved to the bedroom. She climbed on top and sank down slow, savoring the stretch. Once she was fully seated she started riding, rolling her hips in tight circles that made her clit grind against me. Her hands braced on my chest, nails digging in. I can feel you in my stomach, she gasped. So fucking deep. I grabbed her tiny waist and thrust up to meet her, making her bounce. She came again, head thrown back, juices running down my shaft.
I put her on all fours next, face down in the pillows, and took her from behind. Long, hard strokes that slapped my balls against her. She reached back and spread herself wider for me. Deeper. Wreck that pussy. I gave it to her exactly like she wanted, pounding until the headboard slammed the wall. When I felt my balls tighten I pulled out and flipped her again, straddling her chest. She opened her mouth eagerly and I stroked my cock over her tongue, shooting thick ropes across her lips and down her throat. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off her fingers, still moaning like she couldnt get enough.
We didnt stop there. After a short break she sucked me hard again and climbed back on, this time facing away so I could watch her ass bounce. She rode until she came a third time, then begged me to finish inside her. I pushed her onto her stomach, pinned her wrists, and fucked her prone until I flooded her tight cunt. She clenched around me the whole time, milking every drop, whispering how much she loved feeling full of cum.
Later, lying tangled in the sheets, she reached down and stroked my softening cock, already coaxing it back to life. Round two? she asked, voice hoarse from moaning. I answered by rolling on top of her again. She spread her legs wide with a satisfied sigh, ready for more.