The Tiny Terror [FF]

So I met this girl on some app. She was interested in being tied up and I quite enjoy tying people up. So we made plans to grab a drink at a bar. Initially I suggested a spot near me to make our rope plans easier but she counter-offered another place mentioning that that bar was a lil too close to home for her. It’s the neighborhood equivalent of the bar from cheers and there are folks at that bar trying to fuck each of us (I later learned), so this was a great call on her part.

We met up for beer and margaritas. The conversation was lively and flowing. At one point she mentioned I was cute and intimated that she might wanna fuck me, and I backed her up a bit and said really I’m just here for rope no sex implied or required as I prefer low pressure situations myself. We eventually made our way to another bar…one she was familiar with but was new-ish to me….we grabbed a drink and I beelined to an empty pool table. I summarily whipped her ass at pool—my eldest cousin who babysat for me growing up took me to the bar often and taught me to play since I was old enough to stand on a milk crate and throw back Shirley temples.

We had a couple smoke breaks——and I met some folks at the bar. Eventually she suggested we take off for home since we both lived in the same general area. As we started to exit the bar, just as we passed the pool tables, me following behind her, she turned around abruptly facing me and got close. For a moment I thought she left something behind but she stared at me licking her lip, so I closed the last little bit of distance and started kissing her. Time seemed to stop a bit and I could sense people in the bar watching as the hum seemed to pause momentarily. Trust me, it isn’t wasted on me how much of a crowd pleaser 2 hot chicks tonguing each other down is. We stopped, looked at each other, and I said “final smoke break”? Once we got outside she moved to light another cigarette and I cheekily stole it from her mouth and made out with her some more before replacing it and giving her a light.

We walked to her house grabbed more beer from her fridge and headed back to mine, but not before I commented on her square footage. Once home, I changed into some athletic yoga pants, took off my shirt after asking her if she was okay with it, and got us each more beer, and some water. I put down my yoga mat and set up a mirror so she could see what I was doing to her throughout and put some Jimmy Hendrix on my record player to keep track of the time while tying her up.

I started with a front arm binder, and moved into incorporating the tie around her ankle for a single leg hogtie. I gripped a fistful of her hair and used the last foot of rope to loop around her hair like a ponytail and used it to contort her body into itself from her hips to her head. I threw her face forward (forgetting briefly that she couldn’t catch herself). We both laughed at that before I left to get her some pillows to support her and some water and more beer and flipped the record to side B.

I continued the tie, by removing the front arm binder and slung her arms behind her over her head…starting a new tie that would allow me to yank around her upper body like a rag doll. I pulled her back upwards from the floor, slowly making her body and core engage itself to withstand the forces working against her, then placed her in my lap supporting her back with my thighs. I licked her neck, nibbled her lips, and finally started untying her. I pressed her back into the ground leaving the single column tie encircling her wrists for last.

Now we had been drinking for quite some time…so things get blotchy which admittedly might be a common theme in my stories—-certainly the more interesting ones I choose to share here. Somehow her pants came off, and I was rubbing between her legs, and she eventually pushed my head down her body, and I don’t need to be told twice. I kissed my way down taking care to take care. I took my time on her tits, torso, and thighs as I made my way down. I grabbed her hips and held her closer, and licked, nibbled and bite anything within reach. Now she had disclosed that she didn’t come the easiest but I like to think I am a team player.

I kept it up until she was grinding and wineing back on my face, then penetrated her starting with one digit, then two asking her if she could take it first, then finished her in a signature move that I’ve come to call “the choke and stroke”. I pressed her throat in my left hand and fingered her pussy with my right lightly tickling at her back door at the same time as she splayed her thighs wide. When she tapped out of the choke, gasping for breath, I relentlessly continued fingering her and moved my mouth back to the characteristic v outlining her clit, not giving her a moment to breathe until she peeled me offa her.

Panting and laying back on the yoga mat she covered her mouth and giggled. I took stock of the situation, glad I put the mat down because she ended up being a gusher. I realized that Side B had ended but I didn’t bother to put on another. I laid down alongside her giving her my left arm to use as a pillow and giving my right hand a break. She started kissing my throat and chin, mischievously smiled at me, and said—-It’s your turn. 👀

Now before I go too deep into this part, this pint sized human is a fellow firecracker. She’s 4’11” to my 5’ tall…but…damn…I feel like I got a taste of my own medicine, since I often sexually shock people much bigger than me, as well. She came out like a fucking beast in a sub five foot frame, and I was quite just flabbergasted. She gives as good as she gets. She dragged me by my legs across the yoga mat closer to her, yanked off my yoga pants, forcefully pulled my thighs apart, and went to fucking town on me pulling me to her by my hips as if I was a dinner plate at a buffett. She licked, bit and hit my nipples—thank god these piercings aren’t fresh, and honestly its been quite some time since I’ve let anyone get rough with them. She ate me out targeting my clit with sniper like precision as she spread my pussy . I laid back biting my fist to keep from making stupid noises or trying to remember her name which I had just learned that day.

I asked her to put her fingers in me, and she obliged. It was a matter of seconds I’m sure before I was stammering the words “I’m gonna…Im gonna…”, before she finished my sentence “Cum!”, as if it was a command. I’m not usually one to follow orders, but dammit, I came pretty violently and fairly quick, she was spreading my pussy, her pressing my thighs down hard into the carpet with her body and her looking up into my eyes. She crawled slowly up my body, and started lightly massaging my throat. I gazed up at her and asked if she switched, to which she said “Hell yes I do”.

She shoved a finger forcefully into my mouth, “look how wet you are, do you wanna taste yourself”? I took the tip of her finger into my mouth, moaned deep throated it and licked it clean. First one finger, then two, then the third, as I glared at her impishly challenging her with my gaze and a single eyebrow raised until she got the message. She shoved as much of her fist as she could down my throat, pretty much fucking it until she got a handful of that good thick wet spit and rubbed it all over my lady bits and clit, teasing me for being so sensitive after cumming. She straddled me and started making out with me and choking me. One time in particular when I needed a breath I tapped out….and she let me breathe…then when I gasped for air…she.spit.in.my.mouth.

Hovering over me she slowly let the spit drip outta her mouth in a slow beaded trail and time seemed to freeze yet again and for the second time that night before a voice in my head said “Caliguletta, are we really bout to do this…?” when another louder and more urgent voice cut through and said “ STFU & Deal with your thoughts later this shit it hot”. I lapped it up. It was cool and surprisingly clean tasting, and I was shocked at myself bc usually I’m Toppy McTopperson, but a girl smaller than me broke me y’all, call it cosmic justice. We swapped spit and choking back and forth til I was lightheaded before she went down on me again spitting on my vagina and brutally stretching me until I was bucking against her mouth again. As my body quieted, I was able to finally get out the words “damn, you’re good at that”.

Some time after that—- probably due to exhaustion, drinking, and acute oxygen deprivation, we called it quits. We sat there naked on my living room floor, sticky & lying in each other’s arms, finally utilizing the pillows from earliers rope session since my arm fell asleep under her at some point. I was lightly stroking her arm and I realized that I’d forgotten to turn on the ac unit, or else we’d probably be far less sticky. We dozed off at that point. Around 2-3am she woke me up and said she was going home, and I offered to walk her halfway home but she declined. I kissed her one last time trapping her between the door, then opened it obnoxiously wide to wave goodbye to her in the hall and flash my nakedness at her one last time as she went softly into that good night.

I woke up in the morning to a dm from her sending me her number and asking if I was hungover.

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vh6rv7/the_tiny_terror_ff