Pound me

Wagging my hard cock at Phoebe, I say, “Stop asking questions and come pound with that big white cock.”

Phoebe grins, “I knew you were such a slut. Lay on your back and spread your legs for me baby.”

This is going to be interesting.

I take Phoebe’s tight thong off, and throw the crumbled ball into her luggage. I lay on my back, and spread my legs.

Phoebe mocks me, “Not like that. You’re never going to be able to take my big dick in that position. Try to tuck your knees to your chest and spread them like a good bitch.”

I try to do what she describes. Fuck I don’t have the flexibility for this. Phoebe hops onto the bed and walks toward me. She pushes my thighs and tilts my hips up more. She grips my dick and points it to the ceiling. She spits down onto my tip. “Damn. You gotta pretty little pussy girl. I hope this doesn’t hurt too bad.”

With my knees bent, pads of my feet facing up, and my body rocked back, Phoebe sits on my bent back cock. She moans loudly as she sits on me, “Fuck I haven’t felt a cunt this tight since high school.”

She grips my ankles, and looks down at me from her dominant position. She smirks and bites her bottom lip, “How does a slut like you have such a tiny snatch?”

I grimace. The pressure on her body pushes my thighs, and I don’t have the flexibility for this. I’m not even thinking about my dick, and how if Phoebe leaned back it could snap off. This little woman is putting me in such physical discomfort.

But that’s the point. This random hookup didn’t consider her comfort or pleasure at all.

Phoebe starts humping me, driving her pussy up and down my cock. She squats and bounces on me. Smacking my ass. Telling me how much of a sexy bitch I am.

It might feel good, if I could stop feeling like a pretzel. I’m so worried about pulling a muscle, I can’t enjoy her pussy at all. The first time I’ve having sex in months, and I’m in physical pain.

That doesn’t stop Phoebe from enjoying it. She pounds my cock until she comes. (Or at least pretends she does). Once she’s down she stands up, smacks my ass, and starts putting on her clothes.

I lay there, exhausted. I stretch my tender legs out. I feel used and abused. My cock rests on my stomach, untouched my Phoebe the entire time. Luckily I just came in the shower, or else I’d be pretty annoyed.

I say, “I can see why Joey won’t role play with you. He’d never get to come.”

“Better odds of hitting your number on the roulette table than hooking up with a guy on the first date who can make you come,” Phoebe laughs. “I’ve had so much bad sex.”

“You just took home my top prize right there,” I say. “That was awful. I’m never doing that position again.”

“Oh come on. It wasn’t that bad! I could tell you liked the dirty talk. I think you liked being called a bitch,” Phoebe joins me back on the bed. She lays next to me and puts her head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry it was so bad. I’ll make it up to you. We have time.”

“You better,” I say. I wrap an arm around her shoulder. “And honestly I’ve had worse sex.”

“Ooo story time!” Phoebe cheers. “You tell me your worst sex and I’ll tell you mine!”