She can't resist a peek

The two of them stood in an awkward and tense moment of stillness, both staring at each other, both wishing the other was wearing a little less clothing (although neither of them would ever have said it out loud), until Sarah finally broke the uneasy stalemate.

With the grace of a cat, she crawled forward to Matt's side of the bed, big breasts swaying between her arms and her butt swaggering back and forth behind her.
"Like what you see?"

Matt gulped at the question, hunching his shoulders and slouching forward a little more to hide his crotch. Behind his glasses, his eyes grew bigger, taking up the entirety of their lenses as Sarah drew closer and closer to him. Soft hands like cat's paws perched on the very edge of the bed as Sarah leant forward towards him, pushing her perfectly sculpted and beautified face near to his own.

Warm breath from his crush's mouth tickled his bare neck as he struggled to answer her question. Despite the sight of her beauty being enough to make a man drool, Matt found his mouth strangely dry. Words failed in his throat, and it was all he could do to nod as an answer.

"Good," Sarah purred, flashing her pearly whites at him so close that Matt could have inspected them for cavities. As he stood, petrified by her radiance, she reached out to him with one hand. Manicured fingers landed on his bony shoulder, before caressing down to his chest, drawing lazy spirals on his goosebump-covered skin like she was anointing him with symbols for a ritual sacrifice.

"I'm flattered that you like it, there's nothing to be ashamed of about being attracted to someone." What Sarah said was true, but she wasn't really trying to put his mind at ease. What she really wanted was for Matt to admit something else.

Matt gulped loudly in front of her, finally wetting his throat enough to for out a few words. "I r-really like it," he said, his voice a croak.

"How much do you like it?"

Matt steeled himself (as best he could) before he spoke again. "I like it so much that, just l-looking at you makes me. . . h-hard." It was the closet thing to bravery that he had displayed all night, and hearing it almost made Sarah smile proudly. Of course, she also had other reasons to smile, and not just because she had been paid a compliment.

Putting both her hands on the edge of her bed again, she bit her bottom lip at Matt, before batting her eyelashes and glancing down to where his bulge should have been. "Show me."

Matt shivered at her whispered command, but after having come so far, and now being face to face with his crush, there was no way for him to back down now. Weak and trembling hands grabbed the tight waistband of his speedo, that had only so recently been snapped into place. Hooking it with his thumbs, he took a deep breath in, and then another, trying to drown his nerves with oxygen since all the **** was still downstairs.

A third inhalation finally allowed him to take the plunge. Like the direct inverse of the wedgies he had once been subjected to, he yanked down the front of his speedo, screwing shut his eyes as he bore himself to his crush.

Sarah's hand flew to her mouth as she saw what he was packing. It was only by screwing up the corner of the bedspread in her hand, in the same way she would have done if she were mid-coitus, that she was able to keep from laughing. Even still, tears nearly welled up in the corners of her eyes, as her mouth split into a silent grin behind her hand.

Matt's cock was everything she had dreamed of and much more (or much less, to be literal). It certainly was hard, but one could hardly tell by looking it at. Even at it's full size, completely erect at the sight of her heavenly body, it couldn't have been more than one inch long. As if that wasn't enough, it was thin too, making it look just like her little finger.

At least his balls were in proportion, but Sarah wasn't sure if that made it better, or worse. They were smaller than grapes below his cock, and Sarah found herself wondering without really meaning to about how easily she could pop the pair of them into her mouth.

The only truly good thing, that she had no doubt was a benefit, was that he was clean. Clean shaven, and clean polished. She had been worried that he would have been one of those gross nerds who showered once a week and had never heard of "intimate personal hygiene," leaving his undercarriage to get hairy and smelly. Instead, Matt was pleasingly pristine, without a speck of filth on his dick or wiry hair on his balls.

Tilting her head for a closer look, Sarah suddenly found herself fighting not to laugh again, as Matt vainly pushed his hips forward. It was clear he was trying to make the most of his small package and show off what little he had, but it just didn't work. The whole display reminded Sarah of a mime show, since Matt's dick was so small that it might as well have not been there.

After a valiant struggle, Sarah had **** but to bury her face in her hands. Seeing Matt's hips rocking back and forth like a male stripper's as he showed off his one incher broke her. When she finally raised her head again, she expected the façade to have been over, for Matt to have noticed her impropriety and realized that this was all a joke to her. Instead, she saw that he had his eyes screwed up tight behind his dorky glasses, like he couldn't bare to look.

That gave Sarah a moment to compose herself at least, and she used it to it's utmost to catch her breath and steady herself, before she tried to speak again.

"Wow."

Matt flinched at the syllable, practically trembling as he awaited her judgement. Sarah smiled to herself again, a cruel smirk as she decided how best to keep playing Matt.

"That is so . . . brave!"

Matt's eyes flicked open at the compliment, glancing down to see his crush smiling with admiration at his short pecker. As he looked, open-mouthed in shock, he saw her reach out to tap a finger against the top of his little shaft. That short bump of sensation, that pinged his little dick up and down like a flicked door stopper spring, made his glutes contract as he suddenly fought to not cum.

"You could have just said no," Sarah continued, "but you didn't. You stood up for yourself and were honest, even though you know how tiny your dick is. It's impressive. I really respect that confidence in a man."

That final bit of praise proved to be Matt's undoing. Despite his best efforts to hold himself together, his short dick twitched violently, like a faucet suddenly coming unclogged, before a trickle sized load issued out of his cock and fell to lush the carpet in front of him. Sarah watched it fall with wide eyes, her face expressionless as his little load spurted down on to her floor.

No sooner had it landed, than Matt dropped to his knees in front of her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated, wiping at his own cum stain with one hand. When that wasn't working to lift the stain from Sarah's soft, red, carpet, he grabbed his boxers from where he had dropped them on the floor and sued them as an impromptu cum rag.

Sarah watched all of this stony faced, a whirl of different emotions thrashing around inside of her. There was shock, of course, and disgust at the thought of potentially having Matt's cumstain immortalized on her bedroom floor, as well as anger at his pathetic lack of self control, but there were other more positive feelings too.

Amusement was a strong one, she had already been struggling not to laugh at Matt, seeing him spurt like a geyser over a few words didn't make his mini member any less funny. Most shockingly of all the things she felt, however, was a tiny spark of arousal, almost as tiny as Matt's dick. She didn't know why she felt it, this whole situation was almost the opposite of what she typically found sexy in a guy, but she felt that familiar warmth all the same.

It might well have been that this was tantamount to the biggest, and most genuine, compliment she could ever receive. She was so damn hot that she could make a guy cum with a tap of her finger and a few muttered words. That sort of ego boost just felt good, even if the compliment was coming from a total loser. It was like an NBA team winning a blowout game against a team of high schoolers. The competition might have sucked, but the joy of victory was still there.

Sarah spent so long reckoning with herself that Matt was done cleaning up before she finished. The earlier dark spot of spurt was now completely unnoticeable to the naked eye. It would have taken a black light to find it again, and that light's revealing beam would have uncovered a lot of other dirty secrets in Sarah's bedroom. Matt was certainly not the first man to spill his seed in there, although he might have been the fastest, and he was probably one of the few who hadn't done it into a condom or on to her begging face.

"Sorry, s-sorry," Matt continued to blubber, kneeling down with his face near the carpet as he inspected every fiber for potential damage. In that position he was like a supplicant kneeling before her throne, which helped to cinch her decision to not be mad at him. Instead, she repositioned on her bed as he groveled, swinging around to bring her feet to the floor so she could sit comfortably on the edge of the mattress.

Matt's pathetic apologies only stopped when he felt Sarah's slender hand rest gently on the back of his head.

"It's okay, it's only natural."

He looked up as she spoke, big, round eyes staring up at her through his glasses as he made the most pitiable face imaginable.

"If anything, I like it," Sarah laughed," it shows just how much you must really like me." She continued to tussle his unstylish hair as she spoke, soothing him like he was a dog, which was quite fitting considering the way he rested on his haunches at her feet. The combination of her kind (but dishonest) words, and her gentle touch, seemed to put Matt at ease, and a bashful smile formed on his face as she looked down at him.

Below that, she saw his teeny tiny dick twitch again. It was so small that it was hard to tell if it was hard or soft, but it certainly seemed to like hearing her praise. "Besides," she pointedly licked her lips, staring unmistakably at his erection, "the night is still young. Anything might happen."

At that, Matt practically leapt to his feet.

"Yes!" He cried, pumping his weak fists like his team had just scored a goal. Sarah was now face to face with his little dick, and she could see that, almost miraculously, it was already hard again. She tried to gauge how that was possible by giving it a closer look, but that was made more difficult by Matt shaking and jigging around erratically.

Looking up at the rest of him she saw, to her horror, that he was dancing. Badly. Resting her chin on the back of her hand, she watched in slack jawed awe as Matt pumped his arms randomly in the air and shook his hips from side to side. They were the sort of formless moves that would have been cute in a toddler or a badly drunk college girl, not so much in a grown man.

"What the fuck is he doing?" Sarah thought, her smile frozen on her face, but then she remembered her plan. It was still necessary for Matt to stay wrapped around her little finger. She would simply have to suppress her mean girl urge to cackle at his flailing. It was hard, but if she could resist laughing at his one inch dick, then she could resist laughing at his below awful dancing.

In fact, she could do one better than just not laughing.

"Oh, we're dancing now?" she laughed as she stood up. Matt froze mid move as she suddenly loomed up in front of her, only for him to breathe a sigh of relief when his crush began dancing too. With an easy elegance that Matt was incapable of, Sarah began to sensually sway her body. Ample hips swung from side to side, her long red hair flew as she threw her head in time to an imaginary beat, and her hands caressed up her own body.

Matt began to dance again too, awkward, clumsy, moves that only served to further highlight just how much Sarah out skilled him in that department. Swaying her body, Sarah began to turn around in the space between Matt and the bed, until her back was towards him once more. This time, rather than avoiding looking at him, she peeked back at him over her shoulder. Through the red veil of her hair, she saw his eyes go wide as they fell to her fat ass, clad only in a bikini as she bounced it back and forth.

"Accidentally," she swung her butt back to brush against his dick. It was a common dance move of hers when she was interested in doing more than dancing with her partner, although this time she had to swing a little extra further back to actually make contact with her target. Usually, she could feel the whole length of a guy's dick when she pushed herself back against them, this time she only felt a brief jab into her butt, like Matt had a bee's stinger instead of a cock.

Hiding her smirk behind her hair, she continued dancing, shuffling back to be a little closer to Matt. She had to be closer to him if she wanted to tease his dick, after all, but being so near him made their dance surprisingly intimate. The soft cushion of her ass brushed against the hard point of his cock a few more times, sometimes accidentally, sometimes not. She could tell from Matt's labored breathing behind her that he was excited by the contact either way.

"You're a great dancer!" She told him over her shoulder, instinctively raising her voice a little since she was so used to talking over music at clubs while dancing like this. Matt, of course, believed her lie, hook, line, and sinker.

"Th-thank you."

"Grab my hips."
Matt obeyed, weak paws slapping down on her waist, just above her bikini line. His fingers trembled on her smooth skin, like they couldn't believe what they were feeling. Matt was probably seeing more of her than he had ever dreamed of, flawless skin undulating for him from her shoulders to her thighs, only interrupted by two blue and white scraps of fabric.

Like he was riding a bucking bronco, he held on to Sarah as she rhythmically threw her body around, fingers squeezing gently into her soft flesh whenever she tossed her ass back towards him. The skimpy bikini did little to conceal her ass, allowing the underside of her shapely cheeks to peek out and tempt Matt further. With that rocking booty to hypnotize him, it was little wonder he was so suggestible to everything she said.

"You're so manly!"

Matt just nodded, eyes and hands fixed to her hips as his own dancing slowed to a crawl.

"Your hands feel so strong!"

Again, he nodded, barely even hearing what she said. If he'd been paying attention and not intoxicated by the sight of her ass, then he would have known she was lying, but he was too enchanted by the sight to fully understand anything she said. Something that Sarah intended to take full advantage of.

"Your dick is tiny!"

That finally shocked a response out of Matt, who startled like waking from a dream. "Wh-what?" He asked, tearing his wide eyes off her ass to blink dumbly at her.

"I said your dick is lovely!"

Sarah turned as she spoke, keeping her eyes locked on Matt's as she spun around, long red hair whipping against his bare chest. Their eye contact only broke for a moment, when Sarah glanced down to his crotch to make sure her aim was true. Without any more teasing or foreplay, her hand found it's mark. The soft skin of her palm brushed against the tip of his short cock, smearing her hand with a mix of precum and jizz.

Across from her Matt's eyes went even wider, and a noise like a hiccup escaped from his throat. The rest of his body froze up, with only his twitching dick responding to her unexpected touch. The way it throbbed beneath her still hand screamed out how much he wanted this, but if Sarah was going to do anything for this pathetic dork, she would need some sort of benefit.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me tonight?" She asked, grinding her palm slowly against his dick.

Like a shaken bobblehead, Matt nodded hurriedly.

"You gonna do what I say?" She moved her hand up, the tip of one finger sliding in short motions over the top of his shaft.

His head wobbled again. Sarah brought her thumb to the other side of his cock. With just two fingers, she jerked him off, whilst her other hand dropped lower, tickling his grape sized balls.

"Are you gonna cum for-" Sarah didn't even get a chance to finish that first question. A shudder that she had seen once before shook Matt's form, cluing her in on what was about to happen. Still stroking him with one hand, she brought the other up from his balls and cupped it over the head of his dick. Seconds later, she heard him grunt again.

Tiny splashes, like squirts from a water pistol, rained down on her palm. Matt's meagre length twitched in her grasp, as his balls emptied out their weak payload. It was only a couple more strokes before Matt was completely spent again, the final dregs of his cum spilling out from his uncircumcised tip and over her thumb. Both her hands were stained with his load now, little white splatters decorating her palm like a Jackson Pollock painting, whilst a tiny translucent stream ran down her thumb.

All in all, he had lasted nine whole seconds.

It was almost impressive. In a bad way.

Looking up from his drained cock, Sarah saw Matt's cheeks flood with a red blush, even as a goofy smile appeared on his face. He had just gotten a handjob from his crush, he was still too blissfully happy to be ashamed of his poor stamina. With an ill mannered smirk, Sarah snatched his already dirtied underwear from him and used that to wipe her hands clean, leaving his boxers even more of a cum stained mess than they were before.

"I hope you liked that," Sarah hissed as she pinched the last of his cum from her thumb with her impromptu towel. Matt nodded again.

"Good. Remember what you agreed to? You're going to be a good boy, and do whatever I say, for the rest of the night, right?"

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