(A new kind of post from me today. I hope you like it! ~Riko)
You lie docile beneath me, powerless as I straddle you with my strong, muscular thighs. I can tell that you are excited because your breath is coming fast and shallow, but I can also tell that you are nervous, maybe even afraid of my powerful body, because your cock lies flaccid against your thigh.
I rub my pussy against your little prick. Even though my silky, swollen lips are well lubricated, there’s no response from your pathetic little cocklet. Are you really that frightened of me, little boy? I know it’s not that you find me unattractive, because I’ve caught you staring at me with naked lust in your eyes so many times before tonight, before you fell under my power tonight. No, I’ve felt your eyes on me, caressing my hard, round ass; raking my muscular arms and chest and tight little breasts; drinking in my Japanese features—all with the avidity of a true fetishist. I couldn’t tell which you were more obsessed with: my muscularity or my Japanese heritage.
Either way, I think you got a surprise when you finally saw me naked. Sure, you’d seen every bit of my shape in my figure-hugging lycra and spandex gym outfits—even when I wear more modest cotton it ends up stuck to me most alluringly when I become drenched with sweat from my workouts. I know that’s your favorite look, because, without fail, when I’m soaked in sweat, that’s when I can be sure that you will be working out somewhere nearby. I’ll look up, and there you are, just happening to be facing me as you curl; I see you on the on the stairmaster behind mine, watching my ass and calves work; you’re doing your pulldowns directly across from me, spying at me through the universal gym as I do my triceps pressdowns.
But you got a surprise today, didn’t you? You saw something you didn’t expect to see. I got tired of waiting for you to make a move, so I made one myself at the gym. We’re at your place, and, even after a few drinks, you were still acting a little bit too much like the perfect shy gentleman, telling me what a great time you were having, and how you really like me and respect my gym work ethic, and I just had to shut you up by kissing you so hard your lips will be bruised, shoving you down onto the couch, and tearing the buttons off your shirt. The rest of your clothes soon followed, in a mutual frenzy of tugging, zipping, and pulling. I could tell you were excited; you were panting and your cock, though on the small side was clearly beginning to get hard.
And then it was my turn. I stripped down slowly, methodically: first my shirt came off, and since I wasn’t wearing a bra, you got to see the muscular slabs of my flat, broad pecs and the tiny almost vestigial Asian breasts that sit atop them, incongruously. I have a wide Asian waist, but very flat, hard abs. I hit a most muscular pose for you, showing off my pecs, arms and surprisingly large traps, and that’s the first time I see you look a little bit worried. You didn’t expect me to look quite so large out of my clothes, did you? I
Next my pants slide down, and, again, I think you are looking a little bit more scared when you see just how powerful my thighs are, and especially my calves, which look like split grapefruits when I point my toe and turn for you. Are you imagining them wrapped around you, crushing you til your face turns purple? I know I am, and I’m sure it shows in my face, in my hungry smile.
And then my little black panties come off. You’re not prepared for what you see, then. Maybe you saw my little bulge on a day when I was accidentally sporting a camel-toe, but chances are you haven’t seen much, as I am very careful not to show it off at the gym, where my Rikochanpornstar identity is very much hidden. Maybe you guessed from my size that I might have a bigger than average clitty—clearly with my size and muscularity I don’t have a shortage of testosterone. And maybe you assume that since I am an amateur bodybuilder, I have a big clitty. But clearly you didn’t expect it to. Be. So. Big.
I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since I hit the showers, and I even got myself ready with a little bit of slippery, soapy fun in the shower, and I’ve been sitting with my legs crossed all night, squeezing and relaxing my powerful thighs making my clit more and more stimulated, hard, and swollen. Usually when people see it for the first time, it’s smaller, and softer—it looks like a particularly swollen normal clit. There’s nothing normal about the way it looks now, though, after I got it ready for you. It hangs down shockingly low. It’s full and heavy, and when I move, it sways, ever so slightly. It’s red and glistening and hard. My labia which hang from it like meaty lips are engorged and literally dripping wet; there’s actually my own natural lubrication running in slow, thick droplets down the insides of my thighs.
As I come closer, towering above you lying passive and helpless on the low couch, my pussy is enormous, swollen, and hungry looking. I can see real fear in your eyes now. Sure, there’s excitement, too, in the shallowness of your breath and the hectic red of your cheeks, but clearly I am something so far outside your experience and your expectations that there’s real doubt there, too. How can you hope to please my magnificent pussy with your tiny little cock? I can see the question in your eyes. She’ll be disappointed, I won’t be able to satisfy her.
Silly boy, I think, as I lower myself down onto your soft limp cock, there’s nothing more satisfying than this. I begin to rotate my hips, slowly at first, and then harder and faster. You’re caught in that terrible state of being too excited to control yourself, yet too afraid to get truly hard. In mere seconds, you’ll come, without ever having gotten hard enough to even penetrate me. I could tell you that it’s ok, that it’s the shame and the humiliation and the power that I have over you that are making me so damned horny. But that would be giving it away, wouldn’t it?
No, I’m watching the guilt and shame and pure arousal warring in your eyes, and I’m starting to feel my own orgasm rising. I could get to like this, I think to myself. Maybe it’s time to contact a few of my micropenis fans who are always asking to do a video session with me. I’m taken, then by the idea of a gangbang with several guys who aren’t actually big enough to penetrate me—instead I grind against their little nubs until they cream on me, and I cream on them, and then I’m coming, coming on you, squirting, and you don’t even know it, but it isn’t even your soft little cock that made me come but the thought of another man’s micropenis. If you only knew how much more ashamed would you be?