Hey, you filthy pervs! It’s Emilee here, your 26-year-old nasty homewrecker with a body built for sin—perky D-cup tits, a fat ass that jiggles when I walk, and a pussy that’s always hungry for real cock. I live to ruin relationships, shatter egos, and leave pathetic betas crying in the corner while I get railed by superior meat. Today’s tale? How I cucked this sad sack named Tim because his dick was so fucking small it might as well have been a clit. We’re talking micro-penis territory, the kind that makes you laugh out loud.
But oh, I turned that disappointment into a sick, twisted show he’ll never forget—in his own goddamn apartment.
It started innocently enough, or so Tim thought. We matched on some dating app, and he seemed cute—decent job, nice place, but I could smell the inadequacy from his texts. We went out for dinner, him trying to impress with his wallet while I teased him under the table, rubbing my foot against his crotch. Felt nothing. Zilch. By the time we got back to his apartment, I was already plotting. “Show me what you’re packing, baby,” I cooed, stripping down to my lacy thong, my nipples hard and begging for attention. He dropped his pants, and there it was: a shriveled, pink little nub, maybe three inches hard if he was lucky. I burst out laughing, pointing at it. “What the fuck is that? A baby carrot? No way that’s going anywhere near my holes.”
Tim’s face turned beet red, stammering excuses about “cold hands” or some bullshit. But I was done playing. “Sit your ass down, tiny,” I commanded, pushing him into a chair and tying his wrists with his own belt. His mini-dick twitched pathetically as I pulled out my phone. “Time for a real man.” I texted my go-to BBC nigger friend, Jamal—hung like a horse, thick black cock that stretches me to my limits. “Get over here, daddy. Got a loser to humiliate.” He showed up in minutes, smirking at Tim’s predicament as he stripped, his massive dong swinging heavy between his legs—easily ten inches, veiny and ready.
I dropped to my knees right in front of Tim, slurping Jamal’s BBC like a starving whore. “Watch this, cuck. This is what a real dick looks like,” I moaned, gagging on it, spit dripping down my chin onto my tits. Tim whimpered, his little prick straining but useless. Jamal grabbed my hair, face-fucking me hard, balls slapping my chin while I eye-fucked Tim, taunting him. “Your girlfriend’s about to get wrecked, small fry.” Then Jamal bent me over the couch—Tim’s couch—spreading my cheeks wide. My pussy was soaked, dripping down my thighs as he slammed in, that fat black cock splitting me open. I screamed in ecstasy, “Fuck yes! Pound this white slut pussy!” The sounds were obscene—wet slaps, my ass rippling with every thrust, Jamal’s grunts mixing with my filthy begs: “Deeper, nigger! Ruin me for tiny white boys forever!”
Tim sat there, tears streaming, his micro-cock leaking pre-cum onto his pants like a faucet. I made him watch every second—Jamal flipping me onto my back, legs over his shoulders, drilling my cunt while I rubbed my clit to squirting orgasms. “Clean it up, bitch,” I ordered Tim after the first round, forcing his face into my creampied pussy. He lapped at Jamal’s thick, sticky load mixed with my juices, gagging on the salty mess while Jamal laughed and stroked his still-hard BBC. We weren’t done; Jamal ass-fucked me next, my tight hole gripping him as I mocked Tim: “This is what you could never do, needle-dick. Your apartment smells like real sex now.”
By the end, Jamal nutted deep in my ass, pulling out to let it drip onto Tim’s carpet. I untied the cuck, kicked him in the balls for good measure, and left with Jamal, stealing Tim’s wallet on the way out. Home wrecked, ego shattered, and his pad forever tainted with the stench of my BBC conquest. If you’re a small-dicked loser craving this humiliation, hit me up—I’ll ruin you next.
Damn, that memory’s got me wet all over again! Stay nasty, sluts.