I can already feel the buzz in my chest as I zip up my cute bunny outfit and catch my reflection, a little bolder than I usually let myself be.
There’s a halloween party in town, and everyone on campus is going.
Tonight isn’t about routines or responsibilities—it’s about stepping into something playful, maybe a little mischievous, and just letting go.
I need it after my awkward yoga lesson last week.
As soon as I step inside, the energy hits me—warm, loud, alive—and I can feel eyes turning in my direction.
I pretend not to notice at first, slipping into the rhythm of the room, but it’s there in the double takes and the way conversations falter for a second too long.
It sends a quiet thrill through me, not because I need the attention, but because tonight I’m choosing to own it.
I’m not here to wait around or blend into the background—I’m here to pick.
And somewhere in this crowd, I know there’s a man who carries himself just right, someone who won’t hesitate when I meet his eyes. Someone with big dick energy.
Across the room, I catch his eye—broad-shouldered, unmistakably self-assured, the kind of presence that doesn’t need to announce itself.
There’s a brief moment where neither of us looks away, and I feel that spark of recognition, like we’ve both silently agreed something’s about to happen.
When I see him heading toward the bar, I move without overthinking, slipping ahead of him just enough to cross his path.
I take my time ordering, aware of the space I’m taking up, letting the moment stretch just slightly as I glance back over my shoulder.
If he’s as confident as he looks, he won’t miss the invitation.
He approaches.
I spin around and my eyes light up. He makes it impossible not to smile.
The tension melts right out of me, replaced by this sudden warmth, and when our eyes meet again it’s different now—closer, charged, like the spark we almost had just got a second chance.
Some drunk idiot makes a snarky remark about my outfit.
This tall handsome stranger says I should ignore him. He leans in slightly, a hint of a smirk on his face, and says that guy was just jealous—jealous he couldn’t have a woman like me.
I raise an eyebrow, playing it cool even as my pulse kicks up, and shoot back, “Oh yeah? And you can?”
He doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah,” he says, confident as ever—then pauses just long enough to shift the air between us.
“But I’ve got a girlfriend… sorry.”
For a split second, I feel that tug of hesitation, but it fades just as quickly as it came. Tonight isn’t about overthinking or rules. I tilt my head, studying him, and ask where she is.
“Out of town,” he replies. That’s all I need to hear—I let a small smile form, then reach out and take his hand.
We slip away from the crowd without a word, moving fast towards the bathroom, like if we hesitate even for a second the moment might disappear.
My heart’s racing, half from the thrill, half from the recklessness of it all. I know what I’m doing, I know what I should be thinking about—but tonight, I push it aside.
I feel bad for the girlfriend, but not bad enough to stop.
We start making out and I’ve never felt so wet this quickly. I start unzipping his trousers…
I knew he’d have a big dick.
But this this was fucking massive!
I couldn’t help but show the shock on my face, even when I was trying to play it cool.
hat was it – in that moment, I decided that this man could do whatever he wanted to me. I was his. And I was there so serve his huge, thick, throbbing thunder cock.
He pushed my head down and I dropped my knees to the floor.
I didn’t mind my knees hurting for a bit.
I was dripping with anticipation to see how this monster would stretch my mouth out and make me choke.
He just stood there, hands on hips, watching me gobble on his cock like a good little slut.
I couldn’t wait to see how it would feel inside me.
But first, I wanted to tease him a bit – he has to earn it. So I sat on his thighs and let him rest his cock between my butt cheeks.
As good an attempt this was, we soon both knew I was the one being teased.
He could see how dripping wet my pussy was, as I could feel the girth of his cock between my ass cheeks.
The anticipation had built up so much that when he finally entered me I squirted almost straight away.
I could feel him stretching me out as he took control of me from behind.
Next he straightened me up and started ramming me from behind against the mirror.
I didn’t even know this man’s name! And here he was, in the bathroom, having his way with me.
I hoped he had a good view from back there of my ass and the bunny costume he demanded I kept on.
I still wanted to look good for him. And I wanted to make sure he knew I belonged to him, moaning “Fuck me daddy!”
He spun me around and carried me into a standing fuck.
I wrapped my legs around him. His strength was undeniable – I was lifted up so easily by his strong arms, but I think his cock was doing most of the lifting.
I squirted again, and I could sense he was close to finishing…
He lay me down quickly but gently, whipped his cock out and aimed for my mouth – having my tongue open was an invitation and he didn’t miss it.
He got it all over my outfit, too – I didn’t care. Then I slid it back inside for good measure.
It took me a long time to wipe it all off and freshen up to head back to the party.
By the time I got there, he was gone. Shame. But I guess it’s alright – I didn’t want to be in a mess of a love triangle.
His girlfriend is very lucky. I reckoned I still looked fine, and since my outfit was white, nobody would notice how much cum I had just had all over me 10 minutes ago.
I ordered a drink at the bar and started to wonder if a girl could get so lucky twice in one night…
My friends and I decided to leave the bar near campus and head to a nightclub just down the road.
None of us were ready to call it a night yet, and I was still riding the buzz from what had happened earlier in the bathroom. Luckily, the club was full of people in Halloween costumes too, so I didn’t feel self-conscious walking in.
As we made our way through the crowd, I could feel eyes on us—guys turning their heads, watching us pass. Someone let out a loud whistle, and instinctively, I glanced over to see who it was.
Boy did he stand out.
Older, confident, and completely at ease in a way that made him impossible to ignore—definitely not a student.
There was something about him, the kind of presence you don’t question. Dark hair, a relaxed posture, one hand loosely wrapped around his drink as if he had nowhere else to be.
I caught him watching me, not shy about it either, and there was a quiet intensity in his gaze that made my stomach flip. It wasn’t just interest—it was certainty. Like he already knew I’d noticed him, like he knew exactly the effect he was having.
For a moment, everything else faded into the background—the music, the crowd, even my friends beside me. I held his gaze a second longer than I meant to before looking away, trying to play it cool, but I could still feel it.
That second too long and I know he knew he could have me. That pull. I had a feeling the night was about to get a lot more interesting…
When I went up to order my drink, I made sure to position myself just right, aware of where he was sitting. It wasn’t exactly subtle.
I could feel that same buzz of anticipation creeping back in. As I waited, I casually glanced over my shoulder—and sure enough, he was still watching me. Not even pretending otherwise.
It sent a little thrill through me, the kind that made everything feel charged and slightly unpredictable. I turned back to the bar, trying to focus on ordering, but I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips.
Then he just walked straight over, took my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, and said he’d already called a taxi for us. The confidence of it caught me off guard, but I didn’t pull away.
Before I could really think it through, I was following him out of the club, the noise and lights fading behind us. My heart was racing, a mix of nerves and excitement building with every step. It all felt so sudden, so impulsive—but at the same time, I didn’t want to stop it.
I got in first, sliding across the seat, and when he opened the door I didn’t move over—just shifted my legs up and out of the way to let him in, slow and deliberate, holding them there a second longer than necessary.
What has gotten over me!
I glanced up at him, he didn’t look surprised. Just that same quiet certainty, like nothing I did was going to catch him off guard. He could see I was already soaked.
It didn’t take long before we were in his bedroom. It was already beginning to get light outside. I lay down on the bed as he started getting naked.
When he pulled his cock out, I began to work.
It wasn’t nearly as big as the guy I had earlier. Kind small actually, but fuck it. I was still super attracted to him and I wanted to know what this little dick would feel after being stretched out earlier in the night.
To my surprise, I squirted quite quickly when he started pounding me from behind. Just a little.
I could tell he was already close to cumming and didn’t want it to end so quickly, so I suggested we move to cowgirl position.
Again, surprisingly, I let out a little squirt. I think I was just feeling myself that night, and kept imaging I was riding the man with a thunder cock from earlier instead.
I could also barely feel him inside, knowing full well I’d been stretched out earlier, which made me even more horny, like I was just using this man as a pathetic comparison.
The tables had turned on this confident man, and now I was in charge of his baby dick.
Then he spun me around and gave me a Full Nelson.
The strength and ease that he pulled this off with was impressive.
Still though, I was getting quite bored at this point.
I could tell he was getting close by the way he was moaning, but I didn’t want this man’s cum inside me so I spun out of position. The least I could do is give him a handjob, I suppose.
I started slow and stared at him directly in the eyes. I could tell he wasn’t used to not being in control
And I could tell he still wanted to be inside me, but I didn’t care.
You’ll need a bigger dick for that, hun.
I wanted to mock him a bit and see how easy it was to make him cum.
I moaned, “oh, you like that baby?”
As soon as he was close to shooting his load, I took my hands off, leant back, and stared at him.
Sure enough, cum started dripping over his tiny penis.
I couldn’t help myself but rob him of a proper orgasm. I felt a bit bad, but there’s something I don’t like about a man with a baby dick that I just can’t shake.
He knew it too, I could see it in his eyes.
I left without saying a word. He didn’t call out or ask for my number – we both knew that was it.
I turned to get one last look at this hunk of a man and his pathetic dick.
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