We stumbled through his door somewhere in the early hours of the morning. It had been a hard night of partying, and I’d met up with this guy at around midnight in a west-end club. He’d been holding court with a crowd of slutty teenagers, who seemed to live for his every word. Bitches. Bet they’d never had to work for a living – got all their money from daddy’s always-ready chequebook. “Oh, daddy, daddy, can I have a new car?” “Of course precious, here’s £100,000.” Ptah. I pushed them aside, going straight for the guy, planting my lips against his, smiling inside as he started groping my ass.

“Come on, handsome, let’s go.” I’d whispered, letting him see down my top to my (rather beautiful if I do say so myself) double-D cup breasts. He’d come willingly after that.

And so, a few hours later, here we were, him leading me up to his bedroom. Apparently he was called Danny, and was a popstar or something. Good. Meant he had more money than sense. I’d been letting him feel up my tits for a while, making sure he’d do anything to get his cock inside me. They always did. He was eager to start, and even in his slightly-drunken state didn’t seem to have any trouble getting his shirt off (exposing a pretty nice chest), though his belt was another matter. I pushed him on to the bed and straddled him, slowly lifting my top up. His hands were immediately at my bra, fumbling for a release that wasn’t even at the front. It was quite funny and pathetic really. I undid it for him, and he started fondling me properly. Well, not well, but… enough to make me hornier. I leant over, and let him take one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking gently. At least he knew how to do that right. I stood and took off my shoes, he could do his own, but he was more interested in finally pulling down his jeans, but they got stuck on his shoes. Dumb fuck. Or maybe just drunk. I didn’t care too much. I started rubbing him through his boxers, purring in my huskiest voice,

“Who’s a biiiig boy then?”

“Meeee!” He giggled. Yea gods… what have I let myself in for? He was kinda small actually…

I managed to get our jeans off eventually, leaving him just in boxers while I did a strip-dance to take my panties off. Men always seem to appreciate that – I learnt it working in a table-dancing club called Senoritas up in Nottingham. Decent place and pretty lucrative, always lots of students there to entertain. Just… very fucking demeaning. I never have seen a male table-dancing joint – all too scared of their precious masculinity to do it for an audience I bet.

I bent forward and pulled off his boxers, exposing him for the first time. Totally shaved, probably in an effort to make his cock seem a bit bigger. Pity it didn’t work. Still, come this far… I took his cock into my mouth, all of it in one stroke – you can do that when someone’s only four inches long – and started sucking him softly, making sure he was up for the challenge. He’d do fine, I decided. I moved away from him again, swinging my hips, knowing where his hand would be if I turned round. Bending over, legs wide, I fished around in my handbag, pulling out the latest pair of cheap cuffs I’d bought. I turned round, swinging them around on one finger while my other hand spread my cunt lips. That was always a good way to make men agree to what you wanted – give em a quick peek of what they’d get if they agreed.

“Want to play?” I whispered.

He nodded eagerly (schmuck), so I beckoned him towards me and led him to the bathroom I’d spotted on our way up. I pulled him into a kiss, momentarily repelled by his alcoholic breath, as he crossed the threshold, and pressed him towards the toilet until his naked ass was sitting on the seat. I got down on my knees and started sucking him again, just to make him compliant while I snapped the cuffs into place around one ankle, the back of the toilet, then the other ankle. He started to protest, but I silenced him, sitting on his lap, whispering, almost purring,

“I love my men this way, and you’re a real man aren’t you Danny? Wouldn’t you just looove to put that long, hard cock up my wet cunt and fuck my brains out? Is that what you want, Danny? To pump your hot seed deep inside my wet cunt?”

He nodded mutely, staring at my tits, a thread of saliva hanging down from the corner of his mouth. God he was too easy… I lifted myself up, and sat down again, taking his cock all in one go. This was the part I usually enjoyed, though with someone this small, I didn’t think this would do much for me. Still, may as well try…

He started pumping frantically into me, seemed like he was close to cumming already. I guess if you’re a popstar, most of your lays are going to be so impressed by the fact that it’s you they don’t care much about the actual sex, so you never really learn how to fuck properly. Shame… you’d think that with all the teenage slut-pussy he’s probably gotten, he’d have learnt something by now. Then again, being that small, doubt he could pleasure anyone. Bet he spends a fortune on those “grow 2 inches in a fortnight!” pills too…

I had to at least give the impression that I was enjoying it, so I started moaning, something along the lines of “oh god Danny, you’re sooo good, fuck me with that big hard cock, make me cum”. His hands moved to my breasts squeezing roughly, he was definitely close – he started moaning loudly, so I kissed him to cut it off as he blasted his cum inside me, then slumped forward, breathing heavily, his body slick with sweat.

I didn’t have long while he recovered, so I extricated myself from him and ran back to his room, quickly pulling on my clothes. I looked around his room, searching for valuables. I shoved his phone and wallet into my bag, pondered taking a few pairs of undies to sell to dumb teenies, but figured even they weren’t that stupid. Hmm… signed CDs… they might be worth something to someone… There wasn’t any decent jewellery I could see, so I left it at that. Time to say goodbye.

I went back to the bathroom, and saw Danny snoring, slumped against the toilet. Gods what an asshole. Oh well. I pulled out my lipstick and wrote on his chest:

Danny, you were a crap fuck. Love, Ciara xx

All he deserved. I filled a glass with water and chucked it at his face, then headed downstairs and to the door. I only rob what I know belongs to the people I fuck, as they’ll never report it. After all, the truth would be rather embarrassing for him. Screw him anyway. As I stepped out into the cold night air I heard a plaintive cry from inside…

“Dougie… help?”