Smashing the 4'10" Tindr MILF

This is a true story about one of my escapades with a gal who was smaller than most, but made a big impression.

This is a story about my first date with a girl I was with for a little while before we went our separate ways. She was the cutest little MILF I ever fucked (not to mention the shortest girl period ;P) and I still think about her occasionally to this day. We weren’t dating for long, but we managed to do a whole lotta damage together while we were. I remember this evening very well. This story is written to the little lady herself, and she is aware of it being posted here. We're even getting together to fuck again this weekend for the first time in years.

To Irene:

I arrived at your apartment for our first date. I brought you flowers and wore my Sunday best. I made us dinner reservations for 7 at your favorite steakhouse. I knock at your door, and you invite me into your apartment. Your husband is out with your son today, but his toys are still strewn about all over. You teach special needs kids at the local School District and have binders of classwork strewn all over your coffee table, complete with a wide assortment of jars containing highlighters, rubber bands and paperclips. You apologize for the mess and try to tidy up for a moment before I reassure you it’s nothing to worry about. It is now 6:40. You know good and well about our dinner reservations, and we should leave right now if we want to make it on time - but you casually say to me, “we can go get dinner, or hang out here or whatever”. You say it so innocently, it almost sounds like you still care about going out and wouldn’t rather just get your pussy pounded immediately. Almost. I understand completely, and at your petite size of 4’10”, I can pick you up and toss you around like a rag doll. And I do.

I throw you over my shoulder and carry you down the hall to your bedroom. With you still over my shoulder, I pull your dress up exposing your bright white bubble butt and see you’ve opted to wear a tiny black thong for me. As I carry you the rest of the way, I smack your ass playfully and you squirm and giggle. I toss you down on the bed, and as you scramble to undo my belt buckle, I pull your dress off over your head, revealing your large pale breasts spilling out of a black lacy bra. We help each other out of our clothes, though you strip naked of everything but your black stilettos. As I bring your glossy high heels up over my shoulders, I warmly grasp your soft smooth ankles. They feel round and warm to the touch, with just a little extra chub on them for padding, which is good, because they’re going to be resting on my shoulders for a good while. I kiss both your ankles sweetly as I secure them in place over my broad shoulders. Your left ankle is tattooed with a little bluebonnet and the shape of Texas. You close your eyes and furrow your brow, moaning quietly. I hold your chin in my hand and direct your gaze upwards. I bring you in for a warm embrace and kiss your plump lips passionately, while below my dick moves in and covers your wet pussy in a warm sticky precum slobber.

For some reason you’ve elected to keep spiders as pets, so 32 or so twinkling little eyes watch as I slowly fill your warm guts with my fat muscled pole. When you’re finally filled all the way to your cervix, you can feel my heartbeat through the slab of fuckmeat nestled in your belly. I begin pumping you deep and slowly, and in turn you nod rhythmically, quietly muttering

“mmm-hmmm, mmm-hmmm, mmm-hmmm”

bobbing your head like a metronome, eyes shut while biting your soft lower lip, with a look I can only describe as sweetly determined. Slowly you open your dark doe eyes, cracking a slight smile and just give me a sultry nod letting me know I’m hitting you in all the right places. I kiss you on the mouth again and you wrap your little arms around my neck, pulling yourself up to meet my thrusts in rhythm with my strong pounding. I speed up a little, but we’re not in any hurry. We’ve worked up a sweat over the last 5 minutes and that, mixed with your juices running, starts to produce a cute little squelching sound each time we come together, like squeezing raw chicken. Fast forward 10 minutes and the cute little squelching sounds have grown up into intimidating rhythmic slaps. Those perfect unmistakable wet packing sounds of two people fucking in heat. The sound fills your apartment and bounces off the walls before it flutters out the open windows. It’s a damn good thing your husband took your son to the zoo today. My phone begins buzzing. It’s the restaurant wanting to know if we're going to make our reservation or not. I don’t answer it.

You need to cum badly after the week you’ve had. You want to more than anything. You focus on my dick pushing against your cervix and meekly ask me to be gentler. I grunt as I adjust the angle of my cock running through your pussy and shove a pillow under your ass. The clapping continues, and I hear you murmur to yourself,

“Oh my God, yassssss”

before letting go of my neck and wrapping your arms around your thighs, pulling your knees in against your chest. Your breathing is short and ragged. I ask you if you’re close. You either don’t hear me or you ignore me. Makes no difference to me – I keep pumping away. I decide to change my angle one last time and I pull you towards me and away from the mound of pillows you have yourself propped up on. I get up on my haunches now and start really smashing down on your tight little cunt, the muscles in your lower half contracting to clamp down on my dick and hold me tighter. I support my weight by bracing myself with my arms like I’m doing push-ups as I fuck your pussy hard and deep. I’m getting close to blowing my load now. Meanwhile you just look up at me with your eyes completely glazed over, mouth agape with teeth clenched and breathing heavily. I don’t want to bust before you cum, but I can’t hold on much longer. When I’m right at the edge I decide to just do what feels best for me and I drop myself to your level, wrapping my arms around your neck and fucking you with the full weight of my body, pressing you deep into your sweat soaked mattress and losing myself in the smell of sex and your perfume. Right as I'm about to drop my load, I whisper gruffly in your ear

“Cum for me, baby girl”

and a second passes before you let out a deep throaty moan, followed by a loud

“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCK – FUUUCK – FUUCK – FUUCK – FUCK – FUCK –”

You just go on and on and after about the tenth “fuck” I naturally start pounding in rhythm with your expletives and you get off another half dozen or so before spasming hard and arching your back under me, cumming with your full body. At this point you're completely packed with warm cream, and I extend your orgasm for as long as I can by pumping though it, dribbling semen and sweat onto the sheets. After another moment of thrusting, I collapse into you, your glittering high heels and pale white legs still jutting out over my shoulders. A shock of pretty black hair lies plastered across your face and the back of your head is soaked. Your dark fragrant locks pool up around your delicate neck and you breath audibly, though softer now, taking long, deep breaths. We stay quiet for a long time and cuddle for a while before your phone buzzes. It’s your husband. He says he’s bringing pizza home with him and wants to know what kind you’d like. You silently shoo me back into my clothes and address him before hanging up and rushing over to me, still naked and wearing only your heels. You’re so small next to me can barely wrap your arms around my waist as you look up at me smiling.

“I needed that”, you giggle, and I pick you several few inches, making you giggle and squeal for me to put you down.

I have to take my flowers with me but I tell you I’ll bring you more soon. I can’t be leaving anything behind. Speaking of which, I sure hope you changed the sheets before your husband got home. Also, I bet that pizza hit the spot.