A Tiny Little Tale of The Lonesome Loser

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I have a funny share with you. I have already shared this story with ALL of my girlfriends, and I know that they are telling all of their friends. It was freaking funny for me, but shamefully humiliating for this guy that I almost sort of had sex with. Here’s what happened.  I was a bridesmaid in a wedding. Usually, a wedding is a great opportunity for a very hot hookup with a groomsman. The weekend started off great. I got paired up with this guy. My first impression was that he was a very polite gentleman. Thought he was very sweet, kind of cute, kind of shy. My plan was to seduce the pants right off of him.

At the rehearsal dinner, I was seated next to him. I put my hand on his leg and squeezed. He was not used to girls being so forward. I was having so much fun. I knew by the way he blushed and the expression on his face that he was hard.  After the dinner, the bridal party hung out in the hotel bar until it closed. We were short of chairs at the table, so I was sitting on his lap.  I knew I was driving him crazy. I whispered in his ear that my panties were getting wet and I hope that he didn’t mind.  He was just speechless and swallowed hard. Oh my, this guy is really shy! This is going to be so much fun! At the end of the night,  I invited myself to his room.

We sat on the bed and kissed. He was not the best kisser, but I was determined to make him a better kisser and a better lover by the end of the night. He was awkward and shy, but I took off his shirt, and I took off my dress. I kissed all over him. He was very tense and nervous. I took off his pants. Oh, My! What a fucking bitter disappointment.  He was hard but tiny, only three to four inches. Well, that is bad enough, but here is the really humiliating thing that happened to him.  As I was taking off my bra and panties, this FUCKING LOSER came in his own underwear. Not only did he have a tiny dick, but he was a premature ejaculator. I took a picture of him with my phone, laughed in his face, threw his clothes at him, put my dress on, stormed out of the room, and went back to the bar.  The handsome bartender told me that the bar was closed. Yes, but that means you are done for the night, and I ended up taking him to my room so I could get the hot hookup that my sexy body was craving.

I shared the story with all the ladies at the wedding. We all had a good laugh about the poor tiny little pathetic groomsmen. I ended up hooking up with the bartender again after the wedding. He was a very talented lover with a very thick cock who could fuck me all night long.

Bratty Bree 

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