The Amazing Short-Dicked Man - Sex Stories

The Amazing Short-Dicked Man

... Oh God! Fuck yeah!"

And the next thing I knew, I felt Mel's vagina repeatedly and rhythmically clamping down around my two held-together vaginal-thrusting fingers as she was squirting her warm, watery-looking cum all over my hand. I looked up at her face, and she really seemed to be enjoying the crap out of releasing her sexual fluid like that. But it did leave a wet mess in the crotch lining of her panties, which were stretched taut between her two spread-apart thighs.

"Do you do this with your clients?"

"Do you mean the French-kissing and making out stuff that we were doing earlier? If so, then no. I make sure all my client know up front that kissing me on the lips is not allowed. They can place their mouth on my tits or on my pussy, but never on my lips.

"That special show-of-emotion is reserved exclusively for my lover, and that just happens to be you. If a client kisses me on the lips, I tell them that they fucked up royally, and then I immediately leave the situation, without so much as a goodbye. I will also never allow that client to book me again in the future."

"I wasn't talking about the French-kissing stuff. I was talking about the pussy finger-fucking stuff. Do you do that for your clients?"

"I have in the past. It just depends on what mood I'm in at the time--and whether or not they paid the extra $500.00 for the privilege of touching my pussy."

"Do you cum while they're doing it, like you did for me just now?"

"I always cum! I've ...

... never had a problem in that department, unlike some girls I know. And so I never have to fake an orgasm. That's the one thing my clients love about me. They know that my orgasms--just like theirs--are always real."

"But isn't it hard for you to get excited enough to cum when you've got some overweight, unattractive, 50-year-old guy having sex with you?"

"No. It's not. At least, not for me it isn't. To me, a dick is a dick, and balls are balls, and sperm is sperm. And no matter whose dick and balls that sperm comes out of, it's always a huge turn-on for me. It's just the way I'm mentally wired, I guess. Besides, sex is 90% mental and only about 10% physical. So I'm really good at fantasizing whenever I need to, in order to raise my level of mental sexual excitement.

"So are you ready to fuck me now? 'Cuz my pussy's definitely more than ready for your dick."

"How are you wanting to do this? I mean, I can't fuck you in a standing position. My dick would never reach your vagina."

"You need to think outside the box. There's other ways to fuck, besides face-to-face, missionary style. Tell ya what, why don't you do me doggie-style and let's see what happens?"

"Oh my God! I can't believe you still want me to fuck you, after you've seen what my dick looks like!"

"It's still a dick, right? And you've got balls that create sperm. And you already told me you're capable of ejaculating that sperm. So quit feeling sorry for yourself, and take off the rest of your fucking ...