I (f)ucked Vin Diesel’s Mini-Me

It all started with being asked out IN PERSON for the first time in a long time.

I walked up to the Starbucks counter and ordered a double espresso. I heard a gruff voice behind me: "I think I'm in love." I turned around somewhat surprised, and was eye-to-eye with this bald, broad, jacked-as-hell dude. He winked at me with this cocky smirk on his face. I giggled.

"Any woman who orders an espresso at a Starbucks is my kind of lady. Can I buy that for you?" I'm not one to turn down a free drink. I said sure, but whispered in his ear, "And my kind of man tips well." He laughed and paid and we chatted and waited.

He's definitely not my type. I like a buff boy, but I like 'em taller than me usually. He was maybe 5'6, so without heels I'd be just a bit shorter than him. Plus he had a boisterous, obnoxious alpha male-aire to him that i don't usually go for. Still, he was extremely in to me and polite (plus ruggedly handsome, older, fit, and GOD he had huge arms…), so I didn't say no when he asked me out.

We texted the days leading up to our date. Things edged more flirtatious and sexual: he didn't mind a taller woman, so wear heels and show off my ass; long hair is hot and "useful"; I told him I was fine with a rowdier restaurant because I didn't mind if things get loud. I was pretty fucking ready for date night.

He came to pick me up. I was in one of my favorite little black dresses: short, tight, with lacey 3/4 length sleeves. The cleavage was covered, but my legs and ass looked great with my 5 inch red heels.

I got in the car. "Jesus fucking christ," he said. "You look sexy as hell. Let's go back up and order pizza."

"Well thank you, but I require one actual date before you get to see my apartment."

"Do I just get to see your apartment?" he growled. I couldn't believe how bold he was. I liked it though. He had me all riled up from a week of almost-sexting that I was thinking about the end game, too.

"Dinner first. Then we'll talk dessert."

Dinner was fine. Nothing too special. We got to know each other more; told stories; flirted outrageously. After a few glasses of wine, his alpha male personality became more and more charming. The way his enormous chest strained at the buttons of his shirt became more enticing. I wanted to feel the strength of his arms around me. I began to bite my lip and play with my hair more. He eyed me up and down copiously. The conversation started to wane as it became clear that we both wanted to stop talking and start doing.

"So… Dessert?" I said. He paid the bill and tipped extremely well. "Good boy," I purred as we walked out.

He spanked my ass. "I don't know about that."

I had my hand on his leg the entire way home… teasing the growing bulge in his pants.

He pinned me against the elevator wall and kissed me hard, forcing his hands up my skirt, and grabbing my ass.

I struggled to get the key in the lock of my door, as he grabbed me from behind, groping my breast; lifting my skirt and fingering me over my panties.

We got in the door and I turned around to kiss him again. "No, I like this game," he said. He held me in front of him and continued to finger my clit and squeeze my tits. "I like the way you squirm." I was melting against him as he teased me with two rough, thick fingers. I was soaking through my panties. He pushed them aside and fingered me harder and harder. He was holding me up with one, powerful arm as I wobbled on my heels. He bent me over the arm of my couch just as I was losing my balance. He pushed my skirt all the way over my ass and plunged two fingers inside me. I stifled a yelp.

"You said you liked to get loud. So get loud." He spanked me and pulled my panties down to my ankles… Then worked in another finger.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK." If he wasn't holding back, neither was I. He was thrusting in and out with his fingers, as I heard his belt unbuckle. His pants unzip. The condom unwrap. "Fuck yes baby. Fuck me. Fuck me."

And he did. With one of the thickest cocks I've ever had. It wasn't amazingly long, but it filled me up. I'm glad he warmed me up with his fingers; even still, I could feel my pussy stretching.

He started slow, spanking me as he built up speed. Grunting like an animal. He dug his nails into my ass and pulled my hair. Soon I was moaning and grunting like an animal too, my legs kicking up in the air as he plowed me into the couch – my own painted nails digging into the couch, scratching the leather.

But then he grabbed my arms and pinned them behind me with one powerful hand. His other hand playing with my hair roughly. Wrapping my curls between his fingers, pulling. His grunts became words.

"I love fucking pretty little girls like you. So tight. You tease me all week with this fat ass and now I get to destroy your tight little pussy. You like this baby?"

I groaned a yes.

"Oh you love it you little slut." He almost barked.

"God you're fucking amazing daddy." I dooooo love some dirty talk.

He let go of my arms and grabbed my ass with both hands, railing me hard and fast. My legs are bouncing wildly now. One of my heels flew off and I was moaning and screaming like a drunken porn star.

"Jesus fucking CHRIST," he yells through his teeth as that amazing, thick cock jerks inside me one, two, three, four, five times.

He pulls out and washes up. I go into my bedroom and strip down, climbing under the covers. He walks in a minute later.

"You are simply amazing." He kisses me passionately, and begins to strip down himself.

"you too, baby." I said. And after a minute: "that was a pretty big load – I must've teased you something fierce."

"Oh yeah, been saving it up all week." He winked.

"Well…" I kissed him as he climbed under the covers. "Hope I don't need to wait another week to get it again."

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3us33a/i_fucked_vin_diesels_minime