ExxxtraSmall – Stranded Teen Gets Picked Up And Fucked
Title: The Petite Stranger’s Naughty Misadventure
The sun was setting over the desolate highway, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Eighteen year old Holly was stranded on the side of the road, her tiny convertible sputtering out its last breaths before dying completely. She sighed, running her delicate hands through her long chestnut hair. At just 4’10” and 95 lbs, with perky B-cup breasts and a tight little bubble butt, Holly was the epitome of petite perfection. But right now, her small stature and youthful appearance were working against her as she hoped someone would stop and offer assistance.
Holly had been heading to her boyfriend’s house for a weekend rendezvous full of passion and debauchery, but her plans had come to an abrupt halt when her car broke down miles away from civilization. Dressed in a skin-tight white tank top that left little to the imagination and extremely short jean shorts, her smooth, shaved pussy and firm, round ass cheeks were practically on display. She was a temptation as her tiny frame slowly swayed on the side of the road, trying to catch the eye of passing motorists.
As the minutes ticked by and the darkening sky cast ominous shadows across the asphalt, Holly began to feel a sliver of fear creep up her spine. She had been alone on this road for far too long now, with no one stopping to help. In her vulnerable state, imbued with naive, helpless innocence, how long before the wrong person came along? Holly had always been known for her wild, naughty side – she loved sex and pushing the boundaries – but now with danger lurking around every corner, she prayed that her rescuers would be gentlemen.
Suddenly, in the distance, Holly heard the sound of a loud engine rumbling towards her. In the fading light, she could barely make out a large, older model pickup truck rounding the bend. As it approached and slowed down, she took a deep breath, smoothed her wispy tank top back down, and mustered up her most endearing smile to greet her potential knight in shining armor.
The truck stopped right in front of her, kicking up a cloud of dust. The driver’s door creaked open and a towering figure emerged. He was an older man, at least 55, with graying hair and a thick beard. He towered over Holly, literally looking down on her tiny body. She gulped, her mouth suddenly dry as he looked her up and down, taking in every skimpy detail of her barely-clothed body.
“Uh, hi there!” Holly chirped, waving her small hand. “I’m so glad you stopped. My car broke down and I was worried I’d be stuck out here all night. Do you have a phone I could use to call for a tow? I’m Holly, by the way.”
The man stared at her for a long moment before responding, his deep voice sending a shiver up her spine. “I could help you out tonight, little lady. But I ain’t gonna charge my services. What do you say we come to an…alternative arrangement?” His eyes raked over her taut, perky tits straining against the thin white fabric and her barely-covered pussy, lingering on her tiny ass that peeked out from beneath the hem of her shorts.
Holly blushed, squirming under his intense scrutiny. She knew she should say no, should firmly insist on a tow truck and nothing more. But she was young, foolish, and in dire need of assistance. She was alone, vulnerable, practically prey in the sights of a hungry predator. “I…I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered, but she could feel herself getting turned on, her clit throbbing as her pussy grew wet.
“Aw, come on now,” the man said with a low chuckle. “Don’t play coy. A pretty little thing like you knows exactly what I’m talking about. Sex for a tow. Simple. What do ya say?”
Holly’s little body shook. He had called her out. She knew damn well what he was getting at, and secretly, the taboo danger did something for her. But still, she had reservations. “I’ve never…I mean, my boyfriend…” she trailed off faintly.
The older man moved in closer, towering over Holly’s diminutive frame. “That’s right baby, your boyfriend ain’t here. And it don’t look like anyone else is gonna come along any time soon, now does it?” He traced a thick, calloused finger along her collarbone, dipping a thumb into her cleavage. “Be a good girl now, and I’ll take real good care of you.”
Holly’s breath hitched, her nipples hardening against the flimsy fabric of her tank top. She knew it was wrong, the taboo of her age and inexperience being so overtaken by an older, dominant man. But there was no denying the desire pooling in her tight little cunny, desperate for touch, for release. With a long sigh of resignation and a secret thrill of excitement, Holly nodded faintly.
The man grinned wide, his large hands moving to squeeze her perky tits, tweaking her sensitive nipples between his fingers. Holly gasped, her head lolling back on her shoulders. “Fuck, your little titties are perfect, darling. I can’t wait to get me some more of that sweet pussy.”
He pushed her back against the side of her car, hitching her miniscule body up so she could wrap her skinny legs around his wide hips. With a groan, he captured her mouth, his lips, strong and dominant, swallowing her shy whimpers. He rutted his hard, jean-clad cock against her crotch, knowing she could feel his thick, throbbing member even through the layers of denim.
“Oh god, yeah,”Holly moaned, —
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