Cuckold without Mercy

I was out at the Club this past weekend looking for some Fat n Juicy Cock. This cute guy sat down next to me and bought me a drink. We had a great time and soon we were talking about my favorite subject, COCK. He bragged about his sexual prowess and the meat he was packing. He was so freaking hot and I had a craving worse than drugs. I followed him up to his room, eagerly awaiting the fucking I was going to get.
He quickly removed my dress, revealing my freshly waxed pussy, musky with need. He pushed me back on the bed. Moaning, I reached for his jeans, wanting to feel the beast within. “What the hell!!!” I sputtered, unfastening his jeans and exposing the tiniest cock I’ve ever seen. Seriously, it was as little as my clit!! I yanked my hand away, infuriated. “Please,” he whimpered. “I know it’s not big, but I’m so horny!!! I’ll even pay.”
Evil thoughts raced through my head and I reached for my phone. I had Leroy on speed dial. A gang banger and thug, he packed more meat than a stud horse. He asked him to come right over.
Mr. Teeny was lying on the bed in a fetal position. I threw my panties at him. “Put them on,” I demanded. “And sit your ass in that chair.” He obeyed, his cock now shriveled to a nub. I had to laugh.
Leroy walked into the room and immediately knew what to do. He threw me forcefully on the bed while unfastening his pants. His huge chocolate delight sprang from his belly, glistening, and ready for action. I kept my eyes on Mr. Tiny, getting pleasure from his misery. Leroy pounced and rammed his cock deep. “You gonna get some black stuff, baby, and that little bitch boy is gonna clean it up.”
I taunted the poor man as Leroy dumped his load into me, filling my gash with a massive load. Mr. Tiny was watching, wide-eyed, stroking his dicklet through the satin. “Get over here and clean up this mess,” I ordered, feeling my gaping cunt beginning to tickle again.
Mr. Tiny jumped on my pussy like a randy dog, lapping up the copious flow of cum. He whimpered and lapped until I was clean. Finally, I allowed him to squirt his tiny cock onto the sheets.
I never saw him again. But I think of him often and wish I could find another itty-bitty peenie to taunt and tease. Come on, you little piece of shit. Call me so I can laugh at you!!!! Demeaning the under-endowed is soooo much fun.

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