The Night of the Escort
An SPH Experience by Scary_Photograph_410.
I’m over 6 feet, built from sporadic gym sessions, but buzzed enough to nod along without a second thought. We scroll through some sketchy site, pick a girl who looks smoking hot in her pics—curvy Latina with long dark hair and a killer smile—and make the call. Half an hour later, there’s a knock at the door.
She steps in, even better in person: mid-20s, tight dress hugging her hips, full lips painted red. “Hi, boys,” she purrs, her accent thick and teasing as she eyes us up. “Ready for some fun?”
We mumble yeah, still half-drunk, and she wastes no time, kicking off her heels and slipping out of her dress. Underneath, just a lacy thong that she peels off slow, revealing a shaved pussy already glistening a bit.
“Your turn,” she says, nodding at our pants. “Show me what we’re working with.”
Paul grins and unzips first, shoving his jeans and boxers down. Even soft, his cock flops out heavy—6 or 7 inches long, thick as my wrist, hanging there like it owns the room. The girl’s eyes widen a fraction, impressed, and she licks her lips.
My turn. Heart pounding, I fumble with my belt, drop my pants, and there it is: my pathetic little nub, barely 1 inch soft, shriveled up against my balls like a scared turtle. I’m towering over everyone, but down there? Nothing.
She does a double-take, her gaze locking on my tiny dick for a beat too long, then flicks to Paul’s monster. He glances down too, that small smirk creeping across his face—the kind that says he can’t believe his tall buddy is packing so little. Heat rushes to my cheeks, but my cock twitches anyway, the humiliation stirring something twisted in my gut.
She doesn’t say a word about it, just ushers us to the couch, dropping to her knees between us. Her hands wrap around Paul’s soft shaft first, stroking it to life while her other fingers tease my little worm, pinching the head lightly to coax it out. “Mmm, let’s see you boys get hard for me,” she murmurs.
Paul’s swells quick under her grip, veins popping as it stretches to a solid 9 or 10 inches, girth so fat her fingers barely meet around it. She leans in, sucking the tip into her mouth, but gags when she tries deeper—can’t take more than half without choking.
Me?
She pumps my nub a few times, and it stiffens to its max: 4 inches tops, skinny enough that her thumb and forefinger make a loose ring. She pops it between her lips easy, swirling her tongue around the whole thing since it’s small enough to cover completely. The contrast hits hard—she’s struggling with his beast while deep-throating my twig without effort.
I’m throbbing, the SPH rush making me leak pre-cum fast. She alternates, jerking Paul slow while blowing me, then switching to slobber on his fat cockhead while thumbing my balls. It’s too much; after maybe two minutes of her warm mouth sliding over my thin shaft, I feel the edge hit. “Fuck, I’m—” I gasp, yanking back just in time, my little dick spurting ropes of cum onto her tits.
Weak shots, nothing impressive.
She looks up, wiping a drop from her chin, and bursts out laughing—soft at first, then joined by Paul’s chuckle, deep and mocking. “Already? Damn, that was quick,” she says, still stroking his now rock-hard pole. Paul just shakes his head, smirking wider. “Guess not everyone’s built for the long haul.”
My face burns, cum dripping down my softening inch, but watching them laugh only makes my spent nub twitch again. Soft now, back to that embarrassing 1-inch worm, I slump back as Paul takes over. He grabs her hips, flips her onto all fours on the couch, and lines up his massive cock at her entrance.
She moans as he pushes in, stretching her pussy wide—inch after thick inch disappearing until she’s gasping, “Oh god, you’re huge… can’t take it all.”
Paul doesn’t care, gripping her ass and thrusting deep, her walls gripping him tight while she claws the cushions. I sit there, beer in hand, watching my short friend pound this stunning escort like a pro, his balls slapping her clit with each slam. My hand drifts to my soft dick, rubbing the tiny head, trying to stroke it back to life. It’s futile at first—just a limp noodle in my palm—but the sight of his thick shaft pistoning in and out, her pussy lips stretched thin around it, gets me going. The humiliation fuels it: me, the tall guy, reduced to jerking my baby dick while my pint-sized buddy rails her senseless.
Ten, maybe fifteen minutes drag by—he grunting, she crying out in pleasure, orgasms ripping through her as he hits depths I could never dream of. Finally, my little cock stiffens again, poking out at 4 inches, desperate. Paul notices, pulls out with a wet pop, his dick slick and shining.
“Your turn, big man,” he teases, stepping aside. She spreads her legs, pussy gaping from his size, and I slide in easy—no resistance, just loose warmth that swallows my thin rod whole.
Feels good, but shallow. I thrust a few times, hips slapping lightly, but it’s over quick. Three, four pumps and I’m done, pulling out to shoot my second load across her thigh—thinner spurts this time, barely anything left. She giggles again, high and bubbly, while Paul snorts. “Round two was even faster. Cute.”
I mutter something lame, wiping my dick on a tissue, the shame twisting with that dark thrill.
The last fifteen minutes? All Paul. He flips her back over, slams back in, and fucks her hard—deep, relentless strokes that make the couch creak. She’s screaming now, cumming again around his girth, nails digging into his back. I clean up my mess, pull my pants up halfway, and sip my beer from the side, my soft nub tucked away, still tingling from the embarrassment. He finishes with a roar, pumping her full until cum leaks out around his withdrawing cock.
She collapses, spent and smiling, while Paul high-fives me like it’s no big deal. We paid her, she left with a wink, and Paul crashed on my couch.
Next morning, hungover as hell, he didn’t bring it up—but that little smile from the night before? It lingered in my head, fueling jerk sessions for weeks. The size gap, the laughs, watching him dominate while I fumbled… yeah, it was humiliating, but fuck if it didn’t get me hard every time I replayed it.
The End.
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