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My biggest fantasy
A nine year old girl in jeans is clumsily, awkwardly rubbing me between my legs with the leg of her jeans, which is growing slightly moist and slimy as she goes. She keeps taking smug, critical little potshots at me as she goes, and she alternates between annoyed, eye rolling boredom that she agreed to this, and having to fight through helpless laughter that I actually wanted it.
Her: "Ugh, this is retarded. You are so gross. I think you must be stupid." Me: *Spasms and groans*
Her: "HeheheheheheheHEEE! You'd BETTER hope my mom doesn't catch you, because, uhh... PFFFT!! Hahahahaha! I should go tell her, OMG!"
Me: "No! No, please! You can stop if you want, I just--"
Her: "You need to be quiet, BOY. Right. Now. Or I go tell. And you don't want that.
Me: ".............."
Her: "Hah! Yeah! PFFFFF!! HahahahahaHAAAH!! Ohhhhh my goodness! Your stupid face was all like 'NoOoO!!' Ahhahahahaha! Ahhh... God, hurry up. I HATE you. HeheheheheHEE! And you LIKE me hating you, you weirdo! Get a brain! Haaa-haaa, you like it, you're such a creeeeper!" Hee-hee! Hee! You're fat, you know. You should eat less food."
And that's her whole general attitude while she's rubbing her denim leg between MY legs. Then when I'm about to **, I want to DESPERATELY try to cram myself into that tiny little extra square pocket on the hip of her jeans, but they're tiny, and tight, and I'm huge and throbbing, and I just end up helplessly sliding around on her hip in my own slimy mess while she throws her head back in helplessly historical laughter at my clumsiness, and the knowledge that she now has the evidence to own me for years. And I was so easy to hook, and now I'm stuck.
Another ending I would ALSO like is if she took it and DRAINED me into one of her pockets, then told me I was a good boy. But I think I like the first version better.
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