I started dating a new guy a couple weeks ago. We’ve both been really busy and haven’t had a chance to see much of each other, so when he asked me if I’d see him last night, I juggled a couple things around so I could say yes.
He picked me up looking very handsome. Tight, dark-washed jeans, a white button-down oxford and a black blazer. Good shoes. And he smelled amazing! We had dinner and afterwords, I invited him in. We’d been flirting for a few hours at that point and I wanted to get it on.
I told him I’d be right back and went to my bedroom. I slipped out of my little black dress and returned to him wearing a pair of black, thigh-high stockings, a black garter, lacy black panties and a matching bra. He was standing by the fireplace and I walked up and kissed him, mingling my tongue with his. His hands went to my ass and pulled me against him. My stomach was right against his crotch and I felt… almost nothing.
I undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped him and pulled his tiny little dicklet out. “What the fuck is this?” I asked. “This isn’t a cock! It’s a tiny little fucking clitty!” I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. I walked to my dresser and opened a drawer. I selected a pair of pink silk panties and turned around.
“You have two choices: Put these panties on and be the slutty little bitch we both know you are, or leave now. If you stay, I’m going to fuck your little pussy with this” I showed him my strap-on.
He stood there for a minute with his mouth hanging open. “We might as well put that mouth to use,” I said as I pushed the cock into it.
