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I closed the door to my dorm room, already wet with anticipation as I looked at my massive boyfriend Vicki sprawled naked across my bed. God, he looked incredible — 6’0″, 265 pounds of dense powerlifter muscle, barrel chest heaving, steroid gut proudly sticking out, and those tree-trunk thighs spread wide like he owned the entire world. I loved how arrogant and lazy he was in bed. He never did any work, and I was more than happy to ride him.

I stripped quickly, my curvy golden-brown body on full display. My heavy D-cup breasts swayed with a soft, natural movement as I climbed onto the bed. My slim waist flared into wide fertile hips and a thick juicy ass that jiggled with every step. I straddled Vicki, lowering myself onto his tiny erection. It was already rock hard at its maximum — just 1.75 inches of thin shaft and that bright pink sensitive acorn head.

Fuck… I can barely feel him, I thought as I sank down. He slipped in so easily it was almost comical. There was no stretch, no fullness, just a tiny little button rubbing somewhere near my entrance. But I moaned loudly like he was splitting me open. “Mmm, baby… you’re so big inside me tonight.”

Vicki grinned arrogantly beneath me, flexing his 22-inch biceps. “Yeah, that’s right. Take that big dick, babe. I know how to make my girl feel good. No one fucks you like I do.”

I started riding him slowly, rolling my wide hips in deep circles. My heavy breasts swayed and slapped against my chest as I moved. I leaned forward so they dragged across his massive pecs, nipples hard and sensitive. My thick ass cheeks rippled and clapped softly against his muscular thighs as I worked my pussy up and down on his minuscule cock. My Ex Hassan used to stretch me so wide with his thick 6.5-inch veiny monster. I could feel every inch, his fat swollen head dragging inside me. Vicki’s little pink acorn barely tickles… it’s like riding a sensitive little finger. But I love my arrogant muscle god anyway.

I picked up the pace, bouncing harder, making sure my breasts put on a show for him. The fleshy smacks echoed in the room as I slammed my ass down repeatedly. I clenched my pussy around his tiny shaft, milking the sensitive head while moaning like I was in ecstasy. “Yes, baby… you’re making me feel so full!” I’m completely faking it, I thought filthily. He feels like almost nothing inside me. I have to fake every moan, every clench, every orgasm. But he’s so oblivious and arrogant, he believes he’s ruining me.

Vicki thrust up lazily a couple of times, mostly just lying there enjoying the ride. “Fuck yeah, ride that big cock. I’m the best you’ve ever had, aren’t I babe? Tell me how much better I am than anyone else.”

I moaned even louder, grinding my clit against his pubic bone since his little dick couldn’t reach anything meaningful. “You’re the best, my king… no one fucks me like you do.” The lies flowed so easily now. With my Hassan I didn’t have to fake anything — his thick cock would pound me senseless, his heavy balls slapping my ass while he took control. Vicki’s tiny erection barely stays inside when I bounce too hard. It’s adorable and pathetic at the same time, but I love protecting his ego. My big, lazy, muscle-stud alpha who thinks he’s a sex god with his little finger sized dick.

Hassan would fuck me so aggressively and dominantly. He’d flip me around like a ragdoll, throwing me onto all fours and slamming that fat cock balls-deep into my pussy from behind, spanking my thick ass red while I screamed. Then he’d pin me against the wall, lifting one of my legs and pounding me standing up until my knees buckled. He was relentless, choking me lightly, pulling my hair, making me take every brutal inch while I came so hard I cried. Total ownership.

With Vicki it’s the complete opposite — sweet, lazy, and all about him lying there like a king while I do everything. I love both sides of it in different ways, but Hassan’s raw, dominant fucking used to leave me sore, dripping, and completely destroyed in the best way. My king is softer… but he’s mine.

My heavy breasts bounced wildly as I rode him faster, ass rippling, soft belly pressing against his steroid gut. Suddenly Vicki’s body tensed. His tiny pink acorn head twitched violently inside me and he came hard — extremely hard. He moaned and screamed like a total bitch, high-pitched whimpers and loud cries filling the room as his minuscule cock spurted weak little jets. His massive muscular body shook and arched, steroid gut jiggling while he gripped my hips and wailed in pleasure.

Compared to Hassan, the difference was laughable. Hassan would growl deeply like a man when he came, flooding me with thick, powerful ropes from his big heavy balls while pounding me through it. Vicki just squeals like a girl and gives me these tiny, little spurts that I can barely feel.

Hassan’s orgasms were so masculine and intense — long, forceful jets that filled me up and leaked out for minutes afterward, his thick cock throbbing powerfully inside me as he held me down and claimed me. Vicki’s are the complete opposite: quick, weak, almost girlish pulses with barely any cum, his tiny sensitive head just twitching cutely like it’s having a little spasm. It’s so much less satisfying physically, but I adore how vulnerable and cute it makes my big strong man look. The tiny little difference makes me love him even more — my huge arrogant stud reduced to squealing and dribbling like that is both humiliating and strangely endearing.

It was honestly so much like how a girl finishes. That same sensitive, twitching, high-pitched orgasm with almost nothing coming out — just a cute little button pulsing weakly. It’s so humiliating for such a big arrogant stud, but I love it. I love that my powerful muscle god cums like a sensitive little girl with his tiny little dick. It makes me feel so protective and maternal toward him.

I kept riding him gently through his orgasm, faking my own loud moans as I rubbed my clit harder against him. Within seconds I brought myself over the edge for real this time, clenching around his shrinking nub while crying out sweetly for my man.

I collapsed on his massive chest afterward, kissing him deeply while stroking his biceps. “You’re incredible, baby. I love you so much.”

Vicki smirked, still buried inside me with his tiny softening nub. “Of course I am. No one can satisfy you like I can.”

Inside I smiled with filthy affection. My powerful, arrogant muscle god with his tiny and sensitive little penis would never know the truth. I faked every second of it… but he’s mine, and I wouldn’t trade my lazy, oblivious stud for anything in the world.

 

The End.

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