Tough Cookie

“Hey. You,” Cookie said. She may have been built small, but she was
what was commonly known as a pistol. She was just over five feet tall,
slim and delicate. Her black hair was cut short and sassy, and her
brown eyes sparkled with life.

“Me?” Michael asked, looking around. He was a good foot taller than
Cookie, so he had to look down to see her staring up at him, her hands
on her slender hips. “What did I do?”

Cookie giggled, her small tits bouncing under her shirt. “Nothing.
You’re cute.” She stepped forward and ran her hands over his chest,
tweaking his nipples lightly. Michael gave a gasp that was somewhere
between surprise and pleasure, and he felt his cock starting to grow at
the attentions of this petite vixen. She tossed her short hair and
gazed up at him. “Think I’m cute?”

Michael nodded dumbly. From this angle he could see down her shirt.
Her puffy nipples were hard, and it was decidedly distracting.

“Wanna fuck?” Cookie asked. She slid her hand down his stomach and
pressed it firmly against his cock. “Guess so,” she said, grinning at
the hard shaft pressing against her palm. Without waking for a
response, she grabbed him by the belt buckle and led him somewhere more
private. She closed the door and practically leaped into his arms,
wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding her pelvis against his
erection.

Michael groaned, cupping her ass in his hands and pulling her more
closely towards him. He had never had a woman be this forward with
him, but he didn’t mind at all. Her high cheekbones were flushed with
pink, which would have made her look demure, if it hadn’t been for the
way she was humping his prick through their clothes.

Keeping one hand wrapped around his neck, Cookie moved the other down
between their bodies, impatiently fumbling with his trousers until his
cock sprang free. She jumped down, pulling off her own tight leggings,
and then slid back into his arms.

Cookie was so slim that Michael was able to lift her without any
difficulty and settle her onto his dick. Her pussy was tight and wet
and hot around his cock, and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming
immediately. Cookie, however, was having none of his patience.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she pressed her feet against his
ass and began bouncing up and down on his dick. Her movements were so
lively that his balls bumped against her ass with each downstroke. Her
juices dripped down his shaft.

“Rub my clit,” Cookie demanded. Michael blinked, and then, supporting
her with one hand on her ass, reached down and rubbed her clit. Though
her pussy was tight, her clit was big, and she started coming almost as
soon as he touched the stiff nub, massaging the delicate nerve endings
with his fingertips.

“Yes, yes, fuck me,” Cookie was practically growling, her pussy
clamping firmly over his dick as she came. Michael was groaning, and
sweat was standing out on his forehead.

“I’ve got to come,” he said. He glanced around and found a chair.
Setting Cookie down on it, keeping his dick inside her, he rested his
fists on the chair and began fucking her harder. Cookie slipped her
legs over his shoulders, allowing his dick to penetrate even more
deeply, and she squealed in noisy pleasure as he thrust into her tight,
sloppy cunt. With a groan, Michael thrust forward, grinding his hips
against her pussy as he came. Cookie pushed back on his shoulders with
her feet and the rest of his cum poured out over her stomach. Cookie
rubbed the spunk into her skin, and then hopped to her feet. “Thanks!”
she said, pulling on her pants and kissing Michael goodbye lightly.

Michael shook his head as he got dressed. “That’s one tough Cookie,”
he said to himself.