If I dated any of you

He was nervous, but the drinks had loosened him up a bit. As we kissed, I could feel his tension start to ease, his hands becoming bolder as they moved across my body. I'd been teasing him for weeks, driving him wild with desire, but never letting things go too far. Until now.

I straddled his lap, my lace top hugging my breasts, the fabric doing little to hide the dark peaks of my nipples. I could feel his hard length pressing against me, and I knew it was time to take things up a notch.

Leaning in closer, I whispered in his ear, my breath hot against his skin, "I want you." My hand slid down his chest, tracing the contours of his abs, and lower, until I cupped him through his pants. He bucked his hips at the touch, his nervousness making him hypersensitive.

"S-Sasha, I..." He trailed off, his eyes wide with anticipation and worry.

I silenced him with a finger on his lips. "Shh, let me take care of you."

My hands moved to the button and zipper of his pants, slowly releasing him from the confines of his clothing. When I pulled down his boxers, his cock sprang free, the tip already glistening with excitement.

That's when I noticed. He was smaller than I expected. Much smaller. But my voice remained steady, my expression unchanged. I wouldn't let him see that I was surprised.

"You're beautiful," I whispered, stroking him gently. His nervousness was clear, but it only made me want to ease his worries and show him a good time.

"I-I'm sorry, I know I'm not that big," he stammered, his eyes pleading with me.

I placed a finger over his lips again. "Shh, don't be sorry. Size doesn't matter. It's all about how you use it, and I plan to use this to make you feel amazing."

I leaned down, my black leggings hugging my legs as I positioned myself between his legs. Then, I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, sucking gently.

"Oh God, Sasha," he moaned, his hands twisting in my hair. "That feels so good."

I hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers through him. I knew just what to do to make the most of his size, and I intended to show him that every inch of him was perfect for my needs. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, taking my time, enjoying the taste of him. His hands tightened in my hair, guiding me, urging me on.

Then, something unexpected happened. As I took him deeper into my mouth, he let out a strunted cry, and with a few quick thrusts, he came. I wasn't ready for it, and the sudden burst of salty warmth hit the back of my throat. I pulled back, starting, not expecting him to finish so soon.

A slight panic crossed his face as he realized what had happened. "Oh my God, Sasha, I'm so sorry. I-"

But I cut him off with a laugh, a genuine, amused laugh. "Wow, that was fast!" I teased, unable to contain my laughter. "I mean, I know I'm good, but damn!"

He looked mortified, his cheeks reddening as he stammered an apology. "I know, I know, I'm sorry. I just- it's been a while and you're just so beautiful and-"

I held up a hand to silence him, still chuckling. "It's okay, really. I get it. It's been a long time coming... no pun intended." I winked, enjoying the look of embarrassment on his face. "But still, that was a record, even for me."

I stood up, straightening my dress, and looked down at him with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "You know what? I'm actually done here. This was fun, but I think you need a little more practice before we try this again."

His eyes widened, and he reached for my hand. "No, Sasha, please. I can do better, I promise. Just give me another chance. I'll last longer, I swear."

I shook my head, a cold smile on my face. "I don't think so. Maybe you just need a little more time to... grow." I glanced pointedly at his now-limp cock, which only made him squirm more.

"You know, maybe you should take up knitting or something," I continued, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Something to keep your hands busy so that little cock of yours doesn't disappoint any more women."

"Sasha, please--"

"No, I'm serious!" I interrupted again, unable to stop myself from humiliating him further. "It's a great hobby. Very... relaxing."

I could see the hurt in his eyes, but I didn't let it stop me. I was frustrated, turned on with nowhere to go, and annoyed that he couldn't hold his own.

"You know what? I think I'll just head out. It's been an interesting night, but I'm not really feeling it anymore. Thanks for the drink, though. And the laugh. I needed that."

And with that, I turned and walked away, leaving him sitting there, humiliated and deflated in more ways than one.