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For as much as I have fantasized about being picked up, and believe me, I have, a LOT… I’m terrified. I mean, here I am, four inches tall, naked, having just had a couple mind-blowing orgasms I gave myself and now this giant man is picking me up probably knowing that I just watched him have sex. It’d be a super hot situation were I not so scared for my life with my heart nearly pounding out of my chest.
His fingers are huge and rough as they slide over my tiny body, effortlessly lifting me into his palm as he adjusts himself and sits up. The sheer size of him is heart-stopping. He lifts me up toward his face and looks me over. He’s got a smile, not sinister, but curious.
I curl up in his palm, bringing my knees to my chest, my teeny bare bottom sliding across the rough skin of his hand. He speaks then, in a soft, low, husky whisper.
“Well… this is… unexpected. You’re Becka’s roommate… or at least you look like her roommate. Erin was it?”
I’m struck by his nonchalance even while my body reacts on its own. I nod before I realize what I’m doing, as he brings me closer to his face, his giant green eyes sending their gaze over my little body.
“I have questions… the first of which is wondering if you were here the whole time watching us have sex?”
I really didn’t want to have to answer that question so soon. Unfortunately for me, the shower is running and I know that Becka will be in there for a bit so I’m a captive audience. Not that I wanted to admit that to her yet either, but I’m alone, tiny, in the palm of the hand of a giant guy I had met in passing.
I nod my tiny head again, still not ready to speak. His palm is warm and I can smell Becka’s sex on his fingers and I wish that it wasn’t turning me on so much. I shift in his hand, once more sliding my teeny bare bottom on his palm.
“Well… a tiny little voyeur travesti istanbul eh?” he smiles, charmingly “Did you at least enjoy the show?”
Fuck… I can’t lie about it, even if I could my fingers smell like my sex and my little pussy is absolutely dripping. Not that he can see that currently but I certainly couldn’t stop him if he tried to look. I’d also be lying if I wasn’t getting more turned on by the moment.
I nod again, trying not to blush, and failing. I can feel my little nipples stiffen against my thighs and my pussy is all a-twitter as he keeps looking at me. He’s just so… big. Dammit… I’m really aching now and if I were alone, I’d be rubbing my little clit with frantic abandon.
“It’s OK… I’m not mad… and I’m not going to hurt you. I’m pretty open about things. I mean, consent is important and you probably shouldn’t be sneaking in here violating her privacy, but after meeting Becka, I totally understand why. It took me two weeks to get up the nerve to just chat with her…”
I really wasn’t wanting to listen to this… All I want is to go back to my room and curl up on my big teddy bear, and touch myself until I fall asleep. But now he’s rambling on about him and Becka.
“…so what would you like me to do with you?”
Was he really asking me that? Is he really just going to let me go? I mean… I’m torn… I am super horny and I bet if I were more skilled at seduction I’d be able to have him let me play on that gigantic cock of his. But let’s face it. I’m me and I know my limits.
In the hopes that he will actually let me go, I finally found my voice. “Can you put me down on the floor by the door, please?”
I feel him get up and move and he lowers me, slowly to the floor. The landscape of his body slides by my vision, fuck this is hot, and I can’t help but stare at his cock as it goes past. It’s huge, istanbul travestileri thick, slick with Becka’s fluids and I can smell both of their sex. It causes me to shiver in arousal in his giant palm as it reaches the floor.
“Here you go… I hope to see you again…”
I can’t respond but I do take one more look up at him from the floor, this towering giant gazing down upon my teeny body. I bolt, climb under the door and make the trek back to my bedroom.
I am not athletic by any stretch of the imagination, but I do pretty well at climbing and I left my blanket hanging over so I could climb back up on my bed. By the time I get there, I hear the shower turn off and Becka makes her way back to her room. There’s some muffled chatting and I hear him go into the bathroom and clean up as well.
Me? I just lay here, on the fluffy belly of my teddy bear, looking for all the world like a scrawny, naked Polly Pocket. I allow myself to calm down and relax. Slow, deep breaths. Within a few minutes the fear I felt earlier has abated and I can hear their muffled whispers, but not make out what they’re saying.
…and they’re having sex again. Damn. I feel that familiar ache and remember just how wet and aroused I was earlier. Still am. I lazily trail a finger down between my legs as I look around. I’m sooooo tiny that even this teddy bear is massive to me.
Mmmm, my lips are so puffy and slick and sensitive. I hear their moans through the wall and her exclamations of just how big he is and my mind wanders back to the images of him and her. That gigantic cock and I picture how it would feel between my itty bitty legs, the heat, the girth, his pulse pounding through it as I tried to straddle it.
My finger slides into my wetness and I curl the fingertip slightly to get my sensitive spot as my imagination takes my visualizations istanbul travesti a step further, what it would feel like to slide my little body up and down that shaft, pressing my itty bitty tits against it, the feel of his hardness against my miniscule nipples.
Mmmm fuck… I’m getting close again. I picture it, hearing his delicious moans as I grind my teeny hips, pressing my little wet pussy against it, moaning out myself and then I see her… watching me, giant blue eyes hazy with lust and those huge lips wrapping around the tip, sliding down the shaft toward me.
AHHHHHHHHH…. I scream out because why the fuck not, no one is in here and no one can hear me. Fuck that felt good. I can barely catch my breath when I hear them still. They’re not stopping so why should I.
I slide my whole hand down between my legs, pressing my finger as far inside me as I can and the heel of my hand pressing against my clit. My other free hand slides over my tiny breasts, tugging and rolling the nipple between my fingers. I’m moaning loudly now, in time with theirs. I can hear the slapping of flesh as he drills her hard and she has cum more times in the past half an hour than I think she’s had in the past month. I mean… well, yeah… of course I keep track.
Fuck… I press harder with my hand and imagine it’s Becka’s nipple, imagine that I’m sitting atop it, straddling it as Jeremy fucks her, each thrust of his hips making her moan and the motion making me rock back and forth. Both she and I cumming over and over until he finally pulls out and aims that monster cock at her tits, at me and explodes all over me, sending me sliding between Becka’s mountainous tits, writhing in a pool of his cum.
I scream out in orgasm again, a body shuddering orgasm that sends my consciousness spiraling off into the ether. So sleepy… I think I’ll just call it a night… I feel myself drift off into unconsciousness and dream of giant cocks and nipples and tongues. I’m not sure how long I was asleep but a sound rouses me from my sleep, curled up happily on the belly of my giant teddy bear.
…wait…was that my door opening?
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