SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

So… I’ll be honest. I’m a bit of a size queen 😉. I like to feel full, stretched, and used. Toys usually keep me satisfied, but now and then, nothing hits like the real thing. When that itch starts, I hop on Grindr or Sniffies and go hunting for someone who can actually make me feel something.

Now, I’m realistic. My taste is… ambitious. There aren’t a ton of true 10+ inch cocks roaming the earth. But if someone is AT LEAST 6.5 inches, I can work with that. That just happens to be about the same size as me soft (which is important information, as it turns out). Because let’s be honest: when the bottom is more hung than the top, something feels off. Hung bottoms know the struggle.

I’m also very into small penis humiliation, especially when someone lies about their size and gets caught.

So I changed into a jock, snapped a few booty pics, and let the messages roll in. As usual, most of them were laughable, guys who clearly hadn’t read my profile, claiming sizes they absolutely did not have. Blocked. Next.

Then one guy caught my eye. He claimed to be 8 inches and even had photos to “prove” it. My asshole actually twitched. Looking back, the pics were… questionable. But I had dick on the brain and wasn’t in the mood to investigate too closely. We chatted, made plans, and he came over.

At first, everything seemed normal. A beer, some small talk, hands wandering. Like the eager slut I am, I moved toward his crotch, ready to finally get my hands on that so-called meat.

And that’s when I noticed it.

The bulge was… underwhelming.

He must’ve seen the confusion on my face because he rushed out, “Oh, don’t worry, I get way bigger when I’m hard.” He was blushing, awkward, already defensive. But again…dick brain. I ignored the warning signs and pulled his pants down.

Instant disappointment.

Yes, he was soft. But even soft, it was bad. Maybe two inches. Thin. Sad. I pinched it between my fingers and let it flop uselessly back and forth, already debating whether just to send him home and grab a toy instead. Because any bottom will tell you: a disappointing fuck is worse than no fuck at all.

I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m just cold,” he stammered.

“Honey,” I said calmly, “even when I’m cold, I’m not that small. You told me you were eight inches.”

“I promise it’ll be a good time,” he said.

I should’ve walked away.

Instead, I went down on him. And sure, he grew…but not much. I took all of him easily. No struggle. No stretch. He didn’t even get close to the back of my throat. When I pulled off, I couldn’t help myself.

“There is NO WAY you’re eight inches,” I said. “You’re not even five.”

I felt the exact moment his confidence collapsed. His shoulders slumped. His eyes dropped.

“How do you know?” he asked quietly.

I stood up, dropped my pants, and let him see.

“Because I’m six and a half soft,” I said. “And my soft cock is way bigger than your hard dick.”

His eyes locked onto my cock. He immediately covered his own, finally realizing he’d lied to the worst possible person.

I decided to be generous.

I told him I’d let him fuck me, but only with my strap-on. After that, once I was properly stretched, I’d let him try with his own dick.

He agreed instantly.

I strapped him into my big Nox, my favorite toy, nearly 9 inches thick and strong enough to actually do something. It completely dwarfed his pathetic little nub. From underneath, you couldn’t even see his cock at all. Just a tiny shadow beneath all that silicone.

I lubed it up, spread my legs, and hoped he could at least use it properly.

To his credit, he fucked decently. But after maybe ten minutes, he started moaning… then slowing down.

“I think I just came,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

I reached down. His dick, NOT EVEN INSIDE OF ME, was already covered in cum.

I laughed.

“You just came from fucking me with a dildo,” I said. “That might be the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen. I’m so glad you didn’t fuck me, you wouldn’t have lasted seconds.”

He turned bright red, pulled the toy off, and hurried to clean himself up while apologizing over and over. Meanwhile, I was smiling, thoroughly satisfied, both from being stretched properly and from knocking a fake ‘big dick’ down to where it belonged.

Honestly? His embarrassment was a huge turn-on.

I ended up getting his number. We hooked up a few more times after that.

But his dick? It never went inside me 😉

 

The End.

 

 

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