Don Shelby lounged on the worn leather couch in their dimly lit living room, the glow of the television screen flickering across his chiseled features. The news droned on about some mundane event, but his mind was elsewhere, drifting into the quiet evening routine. That’s when Barbie Lu sauntered in, her super-slim frame cutting through the air like a blade. At barely five-foot-four and weighing no more than a hundred pounds soaking wet, she was a vision of taut, trim perfection—her body honed from endless hours of yoga and gym sessions that left her muscles defined but feminine, her skin smooth and glowing under the soft lamp light. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, and those piercing blue eyes locked onto him with a hunger that made his pulse quicken.
She wore a skimpy tank top that clung to her small, perky breasts and tiny shorts that rode high on her narrow hips, accentuating the curve of her ass. Barbie didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “Don, turn that shit off,” she purred, her voice low and commanding, laced with that confident edge that always got his blood pumping. “I need you to fuck me. Right now. You can catch up on world events after you’ve pumped a hot load of cum all over my tits and down my throat.”
Don’s cock twitched in his jeans at her blunt demand. He muted the TV, his dominant instincts kicking in as he eyed her up and down. Barbie Lu was no shy flower; she was a sexual predator, a super-slim cock hunter who thrived on the thrill of the chase and the satisfaction of the conquest. Her body inspired instant erections wherever she went—men and women alike couldn’t help but stare at her lithe form, imagining how it would feel wrapped around them. “What makes you think you can just interrupt me like this?” he teased, though his grin betrayed his eagerness.
Barbie stepped closer, her hips swaying with deliberate seduction. “Because I know what I want, and I always get it,” she replied, her fingers already tugging at the hem of her tank top. She’d shared stories with him before about her wild side—how strangers had proposed marriage on the spot just to get a taste of her, how she craved the rush of public sex, the eyes of onlookers fueling her arousal. “I love fucking in public,” she’d confessed once, her cheeks flushing not from embarrassment but excitement. “The risk, the exposure… and god, I’d kill to do it in a sex club, surrounded by bodies grinding and moans echoing off the walls.”
Don stood up, towering over her petite frame, his hands reaching out to grip her waist. He pulled her close, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. With a swift motion, he yanked her tank top over her head, exposing her bare breasts—small handfuls with nipples already hardening into tight peaks. She kicked off her shorts next, revealing her shaved pussy, lips plump and inviting, a faint sheen of wetness already glistening there. Naked now, she stood before him, unashamed, her super-slim body on full display: flat stomach rippling with subtle abs, long legs that seemed endless despite her height, and an ass so firm it begged to be slapped.
He took his time inspecting her, just as she liked. Don’s fingers traced the line of her collarbone, down to cup one breast, his thumb circling the nipple slowly. “You like it slow, don’t you?” he murmured, leaning in to flick his tongue over the sensitive bud. Barbie gasped, arching her back as he sucked gently, then harder, drawing the nipple between his teeth and tugging lightly. She loved this attentive foreplay, the way he worshipped her boobs before diving deeper. His other hand slid between her thighs, parting her folds to feel the slick heat of her pussy. Two fingers dipped inside, curling against her inner walls, while his thumb pressed on her clit in lazy circles.
“Yes, just like that,” Barbie moaned, her hands clutching his shoulders. “Pay attention to my nipples… suck them harder.” Don obliged, alternating between her breasts, licking and nibbling until they were swollen and red from his mouth. She ground against his hand, her juices coating his fingers as he pumped them in and out, building her arousal without rushing. This was her ritual—the slow build that made every thrust later feel explosive. In her mind, she fantasized about doing this in a crowded club, strangers watching as Don fingered her openly, her moans drawing them closer.
Barbie’s sexual confidence shone through in moments like these. She wasn’t just participating; she was directing the show, her body a weapon she wielded with precision. Don pulled his fingers free, slick with her essence, and brought them to her lips. She sucked them clean eagerly, her tongue swirling around each digit like it was his cock. “Taste how wet you make me,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his.
He sat back on the couch, unbuckling his belt and shoving his jeans down. His thick cock sprang free, already rock-hard and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum. Barbie’s eyes lit up at the sight—she was a master of oral, and domination was her kink. Without prompting, she draped herself over his lap, her ass up in the air, face hovering near his groin. Don tangled his fingers in her blonde hair, guiding her mouth down. “Open wide, slut,” he growled, his dominant side emerging.
She parted her lips, taking the head into her mouth first, sucking with hollowed cheeks. Her long tongue—remarkably agile—flicked out to lap at the underside, tracing the vein from base to tip. Don pushed her head lower, encouraging her to throat him. Barbie relaxed her muscles, inching down until her nose pressed against his pubes, every centimeter of his cock buried in her throat. She gagged slightly but held it, her eyes watering as she looked up at him with that dick-drunk expression she wore so well.
“That’s it, take it all,” Don commanded, holding her in place for a few seconds before letting her pull back for air. Saliva dripped from her chin as she bobbed her head, slurping noisily on his shaft. She stuck her tongue out whenever it wasn’t full, letting it loll provocatively, a sign of her submission and eagerness. Don thrust up into her mouth, fucking her face with controlled power, his balls slapping against her chin. Barbie loved this—being used, dominated orally, her throat stretched around his girth. In her fantasies, this happened in a public park, her on her knees while passersby pretended not to watch, or in a sex club booth, where others could join if they dared.
After minutes of her expert blowjob, Don pulled her up, his cock slick and throbbing. Barbie straddled him facing forward, her pussy hovering over his length. She gripped the base, rubbing the head against her entrance before sinking down slowly. Gravity did the work, driving him deep into her tight heat. She was soaking, her walls clenching around him as she bottomed out, her clit grinding against his pelvis. “Fuck, you’re so big,” she whimpered, starting to rock her hips.
Don’s hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass cheeks and spanking them lightly, leaving red handprints on her pale skin. Barbie rode him steadily at first, savoring the fullness, her perky tits bouncing with each movement. She leaned forward, offering her nipples again, and he latched on, sucking hard while she ground down. The room filled with the wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his cock, her moans growing louder. “Imagine us doing this in a club,” she panted, her mind wandering to her fantasies. “People watching, touching themselves as I bounce on you like this.”
The thought spurred Don on. He gripped her hips tighter, thrusting up to meet her descents, pounding into her from below. Barbie’s slim body trembled, her orgasm building from the deep penetration and the illicit imagery. But she wasn’t done experimenting. With a wicked smile, she lifted off his pole, her pussy gaping slightly from the stretch, and turned around into reverse cowgirl. Now facing away, she impaled herself again, her ass cheeks spreading as she took him fully.
She bounced hard and fast this time, her movements frantic, the slap of skin on skin echoing. Don watched her tight ass ripple with each drop, reaching around to rub her clit. “Ride me harder, Barbie,” he ordered, and she did, slamming down until her thighs burned. Sweat beaded on her trim back, trickling down to where their bodies joined. Her pussy juices soaked his balls, dripping onto the couch. In this position, she felt exposed, like she was performing for an audience—perfect for her public sex cravings.
Sensing her nearing the edge, Don flipped her onto her back on the couch, spreading her legs wide. He positioned himself between them, slamming his cock back into her pussy in one forceful thrust. Missionary allowed him to dominate fully, his body covering hers as he plowed deep and steady. Barbie wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his back. “Yes, fuck me like that,” she cried, her breasts jiggling with each impact.
He varied his pace—slow, grinding rolls of his hips to tease her G-spot, then rapid, punishing strokes that made her scream. Her pussy fluttered around him, clenching as waves of pleasure built. Don leaned down to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues dueling as he continued to thrust. Breaking away, he sucked on her neck, leaving marks that she’d wear proudly, reminders of her submission.
When they both craved more intensity, Barbie pushed him off and got on all fours, presenting her ass. “Doggy-style is my favorite,” she declared, wiggling her hips invitingly. Don didn’t hesitate, kneeling behind her and ramming his cock into her from behind. The angle hit her deepest spots, his hips slapping against her ass as he gripped her waist. She pushed back, meeting every thrust, her blonde hair swinging wildly.
“Harder, Don! Dominate me,” she begged, sucking on her own finger for added effect, imagining it was another cock in a gangbang fantasy at the club. Her face contorted in ecstasy, that dick-drunk look settling in—eyes half-lidded, tongue lolling out in anticipation. Don reached around to pinch her clit, heightening her pleasure until she shattered, her pussy spasming around him in a powerful orgasm. She squirted slightly, her juices spraying back onto his thighs as she wailed.
Don kept pounding through her climax, chasing his own release. “Where do you want it?” he grunted, pulling out at the last second. Barbie spun around quickly, kneeling before him, mouth open and tongue extended. “On my tits and tongue—give it to me!” she demanded.
He stroked his cock furiously, the first ropes of cum erupting to splatter across her perky breasts, coating the nipples in thick white strands. More shots landed on her outstretched tongue, filling her mouth. Barbie swallowed greedily, licking her lips to catch every drop, then swiping her fingers over her tits to scoop up the rest and suck them clean. “I always swallow and lick every drop I can,” she said with a satisfied smirk, her eyes gleaming with post-orgasmic bliss.
As they caught their breath, tangled on the couch, Barbie nestled against Don’s chest. Her super-slim body, now marked with his cum and handprints, felt utterly fulfilled. But even in the afterglow, her mind raced to future adventures—public parks, sex clubs, anywhere the thrill could amplify her pleasure. Don kissed her forehead, knowing this was just one chapter in their endless erotic saga.
