It’s a perfectly unromantic valentines day. Alone again. Cur.. (OnlyFans)

It’s a perfectly unromantic valentines day. Alone again. Curses to the Saint who made a day solely to humiliate the lonely. 

Every year on the 15th of February you resolve yourself to never experience a Valentines day alone again; well, all but a year has passed since the last time and once again you’ve failed yourself. No, no adorable Cherub wielding love’s arrow will visit your masturbatorium this day. Yet, as you open your 43rd tab of pornography ready for a consolation wank, a teeny little tap tinkles on your window.

You can hardly believe it, could this be Cupid beckoning you to your true love? Without hesitation you run to window, half erect cock flapping, to greet love’s messenger.

It is… not quite what you expected; Around 12 inches tall, thick thighs, plump breasts, teasingly revealing strings of lingerie, Distinctly hyalopterous rather than angelic and a sneering bratty expression on its tiny face.

You open the window before fully considering the nature of the creature outside; it blows through the window on a gust of spring scented late winter air.

“HA LOOOOOOOSSEERRRRR!!!” 

How rude. 

This isn’t Cupid at all, “Who are you?” You ask

“I’m Alice, I’m here to laugh at you for being all alone because I think that’s FUNNY. AHAHAHAHA”

Your cheeks redden with emotions, what on earth is going on?

“I flew aaaallll around the world feeling out the biggest pocket of patheticism  I could find and it led me right here, isn’t that funny? I think it’s really funny” 

Hovering above your eye level, she stares you down with a devilish smirk. Her words, they hurt! Who does this pint sized pixie think she is? Barging in here with her tiny, sexy little body and mocking you half way through your wank. It’s outrageous! 

“Ahaha, Your penis is so small too, all gross and floppy and drippy like a decaying mushroom! AHAHAH No wonder you’re all ALONE AHAHA!”

The wave of humiliation crashes against your ego and breaks into slowly building rage. Rage which blends with the residual hornyness from your unfinished gooning session. Red-inside-body-juice flows to both your cheeks and your cock as your hand darts out and grabs the little cunt out of the air. 

“Oh dear!” The little pixie squeaks, her eyes wide and staring, watching your other hand stroke your cock full of rage. Her torso is only about 7 inches long. She feels familiar gripped in your hand, exceptionally soft flesh supported by turgid bones, delicate yet sturdy. You can feel her heart vibrating and her chest heaving against your grip, her little face still regarding you with brattish distain. It shouldn’t be hard to break something so small.

 You hold her close to your mouth and growl,

“Let’s see how ’small’ it is when it’s stuffed inside you”.

“Ehehe, oh no, I’m swoooo scwared” she mocks in return, grinning in smug excitement. Obviously this is what she wanted all along, that doesn’t mean you’re going to be any less rough with her.

You open your mouth and slather her with your lips, she tastes like the first flowers of spring. “EWW Yuc-“ She begins to protest before you fill her mouth with the tip of your tongue. Her body is pleasantly elastic, you enjoy the sensation of her flexible jaw squeezing down in a wimpy bite and the vibrations of her muffled whining as you suck her whole head into your mouth like a lolly pop.  

Her wings fan your face while her legs kick blindly. You close your teeth threateningly till they just press against either side of her neck, her arms beat pathetically on your face. Inside your mouth, her face is fucked by your fat, slimy tongue. Outside your mouth, you beat your rock hard cock with one hand and probe her nethers with the other.

Despite the size of it, her pussy is so wet you can clearly feel the thick and cool gel though her panties on your finger tip. It makes you groan deeply, all manner of deranged sexual urges flooding your head. Her flailing weakens and you pull her from your mouth with a pop.

The little Thing lays in your palm gasping for breath, exhausted yet still staring you down with antagonising distain. You’d probably feel sorry for it if there was space in your head. No, Sadly for her your head is filled to bursting with the need to gratify yourself. You can smell her groin, sweet as nectar. Before she catches her breath enough to goad you any further, you grip the fabric between her legs in your teeth, tear it away, then stuff your tongue into her honey pot. 

Sweet. 

Addictively sweet. Her bones bend and her pussy flesh stretches naturally around your tongue, maintaining a wonderfully tight grip while you explore the rainbow of fabulous flavours inside her juicy slit. She opens her mouth to make a sound but you grip a finger round her face to shut her up. She tastes so GOOD, you can’t have her shitty comments interrupting your feast. Your brain demands more of her naughty flavour, slowly she is sucked deeper into your mouth butt first, legs held up against her chest by another of your fingers. The farther into your mouth she’s pulled the farther inside her cunt you can taste; wriggling, twisting and lapping your tongue inside that grippy hole. Wanking your ever swelling cock as you go. Her body wrestles and tenses to no effect, harder and harder until a sudden spray of something so wonderful that it knocks the sense out of you fills your mouth.

The taste of lightning in a summer storm, of campfires and company, of fresh-cut grass and blooming flowers, of your first kiss, your first orgasm. You’re practically knocked off your feet and by the time your eyes roll forward again, you realise the pixie is no longer in your mouth.

You look down at the floor and find her laying limp, panic over. She looks so small and pathetic down there, all weak and helpless. You feel a little bad all of a sudden, maybe you shouldn’t have done that.

The little pixie gathers itself a little, slowly raising on shaky little arms,

“Aww, is that all you could manage?“ 

One hand gripped round her torso, another holding a slender leg open, you press the head of your cock against her oozing cunt then drive it in. 

It’s almost horrific watching her body distort as you pull her around your bulging cock. A band of tightness where her hips strain around you, almost locking you inside her as they pop tight once the ridge of your glans has stretched it’s way past. Then relative softness as you fill up to her navel, then her whole stomach. The final inch of cock presses the head of your cock under her ribs, which squeeze and massage your cock like wonderful little fingers. The Bratty Fleshlight groans in raising pitch until the last bit of air is pressed out of her. Finally she has nothing to say, just a pretty little cock sleeve. Right where it belongs.

You return to your chair and open a 44th tab of porn, grip your brand new fleshlight and start pumping. The squeaks and moans It makes as you wank are very pleasant, It’s breasts are pleasant to pinch and squeeze as you fuck it and the juices which splatter from it as you slam your cock into it over and over, while messy, smell divine. The sensation, well, it’s magical. 

You pump your cock into that fucking little bitch for a couple of hours, edging yourself leisurely. By the time you decide to finish, the little pixie is a beautiful, garbling mess. You place her on the edge of your desk, pin her by the arms and legs, then fuck like a man who just edged for hours. Frenzied and frantic. Faster and faster and faster as that intense feeling builds and builds until you jet blast after blast after hot blast of cum into your toy. You cum so hard you’re not sure if it’s pleasurable or agonising. Her tummy swells like she’s pregnant, her eyes roll, not a drop of cum leaks through the iron grip her cunt has around you. Your mind is filled with white clouds.

“Phew”

You pull your softening cock out of the little figure just as the post orgasm clarity sinks in. Oh dear, what a mess. The Pixie is breathing shallow, face petrified into ecstasy, its stomach slowly relaxing to normal as the cum filling it drools onto the floor under your desk. Poor little thing, you feel increasingly guilty; all she did was say some nasty things, she didn’t deserve what you just put her through. Her mouth moves weakly, she murmurs something. You lean in closer to listen.

“I- th..”

Closer, poor little thing

“-at.. I-“

God, how could you have done this? Leaning in closer still,

“Is that it?”

It mildly irritates you how those three words make your cock twitch back to life. Clearly she hasn’t learnt her lesson yet. Maybe another year of masturbation is what she needs.

Love you XOXO