She knew from the moment she replied to the snap she was in for a night; her chat history spoke to what she was.
Who she was.
The girl with the lethal smile, the girl the guys loved and the girls wished they were.
Petite, charming, witty.
Dangerous.
Hardly a minute went by after she’d put her phone down, and there was a buzz from her door. the surprise had her almost dropping her vape she unwrapped her nearly nude body from the clutches of the sheets, excitedly jumping up from her bed. the buzz was abruptly followed by some knocks, and then her name, echoing as she bounded down the hall.
He was a unassuming guy, average height, weight, but upon opening the door she found herself consumed by his presence. arms wrapped tightly around her in an embrace as she melted into him.
‘Are you ever fully dressed?’ he asked, pleasantly surprised
‘Where’s the fun in that?’ was her reply, as she was released from his grasp, motioning for him to follow as she walked back inside, the tone in her voice setting a playful mood. He followed her lead, the pair going back deeper into the house, a modest bungalow, air thick with vapor and smelling quite strongly of weed.
The setting sun played wonderfully with the conditions, rays of orange and pink danced through the haze, highlighting her silhouette as she laid back, then sat on the bed, an angel just so eager to sin.
She glanced back at him with a smirk, raising the sleek vape to her mouth as he settled down beside her on the bed, his hands already seemingly with a mind of their own as they found the sheets, then her hip, as he pulled himself closer.
‘Been a while, hasn’t it?’ she muttered softly, covering his face with smoke as she exhaled, an action that pushed him over the edge.
His hands slid up her petite torso as he then swiftly and forcefully tossed her down into the bed, her body going limp as she hit the sheets. Her eyes rolled back with the force as a million fantasies played out in her mind. he was in control, and she knew it.
She teased for it.
She wanted it.
Rough hands mapped over her as he kept her pinned with a stare, and a smirk as if to say ‘you’re mine now.’
Lines drawn from hips, to tiny tits, to that angel face signaled his intentions, illiciting soft gasps as he progressed. Gasps that only made him want more, to take more, his pants visibly straining under the tension of the moment.
She smiled, her work obvious as eyes darted from his, down, and back up to meet that devilish grin.
Actions spoke louder than words as she took back what little control she had and ran a slender hand up his thigh, along the prevalent outline; one that had her pulsing with excitement, heartbeats in time as he throbbed under the denim.
‘You want something, don’t you darling…?’
He took her back with his eyes, the connection speaking far more than words ever could, implications all but confirmed as she teased the button of his jeans. Her eyes never left his as she popped it out, then began to release the tension, slowly, control back in her hands as she worked the zipper down. Eyes darted back and forth as she excitedly awaited the moment, the freedom, the prize she had been craving ever since she last hit send. seconds seemed like hours as leaning in she worked his pants down, the size of him now explicitly clear as she let out an audible gasps.
‘Oh. My. God.’
She was a tiny girl, but even her arm paled in comparison. from wrist to elbow, his cock lay. hard pressed against the fabric, throbbing. She’d fooled around with toys, lipstick containers and small aerosol cans, but this was nothing like she’d ever seen. Easily 3 inches wide, probably 12 long, the only comparison would be to a couple beer cans stacked.
Shit.
All she could do was stare, her expression widening as she had to take it out. his waistband strained as she pulled it up and over, the tension released as she eclipsed his girth, cock springing up, whipping back under the strain.
He wasn’t a tall guy, 5’9 at most, and this was easily the last thing she’d expected. From base to tip it stood at attention, laying up against his chest. She was sitting up now, attention fully on the monster she had just released.
‘Fuckk…’ as she began to curl her hand around it, realizing quickly that she was going to need both hands to even begin to handle this. Glancing back up at him, she began to stroke, both hands wrapped as his breath deepened. he reached out and slid one hand under her light bralette, stretching his hand between her breasts, teasing both nipples as he laid her back down. Straddling her, he sat on her hips, his cock easily past her chest. one hand brought moans as the other slipped into her lace panties, fingers sliding between the lips of her pussy, already soaking wet. Her eyes rolled back with his touch, hips subconsciously grinding into his hand,
‘Mmmmmf, yesss….’
He continued teasing her as she lay, one finger, then two, deep inside her, leaning down to complement the play with his tongue on her chest, twirling around her small nipples. Thrusting as he toyed, she wasn’t the only one teased by his play. Mentally he was gone, set on her body, focused. Foreplay only played with his mind more as her shrieks, her moans, the feeling of his cock, deep inside her echoed in his sexually strained thoughts.
He just couldn’t take it.
She was his.
Those lace panties?
Gone.
Ripped off.
In an instant he threw her legs over her head, laid himself down between her legs and began to push inside. Her legs were forced apart as he struggled to get even his head inside.
‘Mmm, ahhhh, fuckkk…’ she moaned, an ambience interspersed with shrieks of pain as she took each inch. He had her pinned back, one hand now up tightly around her throat, what little control she had now completely gone. She was wet, soaked, hornier than she ever had been, and now she was being torn apart. Thrusts began to quicken, her vagina stretching to accommodate him as he finally got deeper, finally sunk the full girth of his shaft inside her.
‘Ahhh, my gooddddd…!”
She winced as he filled her up, the pain nearly bringing her to tears. In and out, she was but his toy. He found his rhythm, she lost her voice as seconds became minutes, became hours.
‘Having fun you little slut?’ he asked, almost rhetorically, as she was losing energy by the minute
‘Yess… daddy… unf… just fuck me…’
Slap.
She shrieked;
Slap.
‘Don’t tell me what to do. You’re mine.’
He hammered his point, and cock, home with quick, deep thrusts, hand tightening on her throat, eyes now locked on hers, a glare keeping her at bay. He could see the fear in her eyes, but she knew she wanted it.
Through tears, shock and pain, she was his.
And he was just getting started.
This was just the beginning.
She had no idea what she was in for.