Marcus shuffled into the dimly lit strip club, his six-foot frame towering over the crowd yet somehow shrinking under the neon glow. At twenty-eight, the shy accountant had never ventured into such a place before, his cheeks already flushing as dancers swayed on stage. He clutched a drink at the bar, eyes darting nervously until a voice cut through the bass. "Tall drink of water like you looks lost," purred Lena, a busty woman with an hourglass figure that defied gravity, her curves accentuated by a barely-there bikini. She approached with confident strides, hips rolling. "VIP room's calling your name, handsome. My treat for the first-timer." Marcus stammered a thanks, following her swaying ass up the stairs, heart pounding.
In the private VIP lounge, Lena locked the door and straddled his lap without hesitation, her strong hands gripping his shoulders. "So, what brings a shy giant like you here?" she teased, grinding her hips slowly against his. Marcus felt himself harden instantly beneath her. "Just... curious," he managed, voice cracking. Lena chuckled, her full breasts pressing close. "Curious about what fits in those pants? Feels like you've got a cute little surprise down there—nothing too overwhelming, I bet. A modest package for a modest man." Her grinding intensified, rubbing against his growing erection through his jeans, the friction sending sparks through him.
Marcus swallowed hard, emboldened by her forwardness. "What do you like, then?" he asked, meeting her gaze. Lena's eyes sparkled with wicked amusement, her voice dropping low and explicit. "Oh, honey, I like thick, throbbing cocks that stretch my pussy wide—big ones that make me drip and beg. Yours? Sounds like a six-inch tease, perfect for small penis humiliation. I'd laugh while riding it, calling it my cute little toy while my ass clenches for something more." She winked, but her grinding never stopped, her wet heat palpable even through layers.
The tension built as Lena peeled off her top, revealing heavy breasts that she pressed against his chest. "Don't worry, shy boy—I'm strong enough to handle whatever you've got," she said, unbuttoning his pants. His cock sprang free, average at six inches but rock hard and twitching. "See? Adorable," she cooed, wrapping her hand around it. Marcus groaned, but her words stung deliciously. She stood, shimmying out of her bottoms to reveal her glistening pussy, then lowered herself onto him in one fluid motion.
Lena rode him with powerful thrusts, her hourglass hips rolling expertly as she took his cock deep. "That's it, fill my pussy with that modest cock—makes me horny thinking how you'd never satisfy a size queen like me," she panted, her ass slapping against his thighs. Marcus gripped her waist, sweating as pleasure built. She leaned in, whispering more SPH-laced taunts between moans: "Your little dick's cute, but imagine a real one making me cum." Yet she moved faster, her walls clenching wet and tight around him.
Sweating and panting, Lena flipped positions, pinning him down with her strength. "Blowjob first?" she offered teasingly, sliding down to take his cock in her mouth, sucking with expert skill while her hand stroked. "Mmm, tastes average—perfect for teasing." Marcus bucked, the humiliation mixing with ecstasy. She climbed back on, guiding him into her dripping pussy again, riding hard until her body shuddered in climax, juices flowing.
He came with a grunt, his cum spilling inside her as she milked every drop, her ass grinding down. "Good boy," Lena praised, not submissive but in control, her strong thighs holding him. They lay tangled, breathing heavy, the room thick with the scent of sex. She traced his chest. "That was just the warm-up, shy giant. My real cravings need more space to play."
Marcus stared up at her, mind reeling from the explicit encounter yet craving what came next. Lena smiled knowingly, already planning their next VIP session.
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