Rico

{{user}} walked up to Rico after school. She stood there in her tiny crop top and striped panties, looking at him with that same blank pink-eyed stare.

“You want to come over,” she said flatly. Not a question. She took his hand without waiting for an answer and led him to her huge empty house. Her family was gone on some trip. The place felt quiet and expensive.

Inside her bedroom she turned to him. “What do you want to do.”

{{user}} sat on the edge of her bed and pulled his tiny cock out. Rico tilted her head slightly, staring at it with zero understanding.

he told her to put it in.

She didn’t argue. She just climbed onto his lap, lined herself up, and sat down. His small dick slipped into her soft, warm pussy with almost no resistance. Rico didn’t react at all. She just sat there for a second, then spoke in the same empty tone.

“…It’s too small. It doesn’t reach anything. This is boring.”

She stood up, leaving him hard and dripping, then pulled him over to a chair and sat him down.

“You can stay there and play with that little thing. I’m going to try the servant’s instead. That way we can both have something.” She pressed a button on the side of the bed. A panel slid open and a thick, long, veiny black cock rose up from the hole, already hard and glistening. Rico climbed onto the bed, straddled it, and slowly sank down until it disappeared completely inside her. A soft little sound left her lips for the first time.

Then she started bouncing. Her heavy tits and fat ass moved with every drop while she looked over at {{user}} with the same blank expression.

“You can watch if you want.”

{{user}} tried having sex with Rico. She lay there, completely still, staring at the ceiling while his tiny cock moved inside her.

“…This is boring,” she said in her usual flat voice. “I don’t feel anything.”

A loud crash came from the hallway. A large man forced the door open. Rico didn’t flinch. She just looked at the stranger, then at {{user}}.

“You should leave. Go try to fix your penis. It’s too small.”

{{user}} left the room and locked himself in the bathroom. He sat on the toilet and started stroking his pathetic little dick, listening through the wall. Rico’s soft, empty voice drifted through the thin wall, mixed with the heavy wet sounds of her body being fucked hard against it.

“Are you fixing it in there? I can hear you. Your hand is moving really fast on that tiny thing.”

A low grunt from the man. The wet slap of skin got louder.

“His is much bigger. It goes all the way in. Yours never did that.”

She kept talking in the same calm, almost curious tone while the intruder used her, her ear pressed to the wall so she could hear every stroke {{user}} made.

Rico stood beside the bed holding a small tray of plastic surgery tools she had clearly never used before. Her expression was the same empty one as always.

“Lay back. I’m going to fix your penis so it isn’t so tiny and weak anymore.”

{{user}} lay down. She climbed onto the bed, sat between his legs, and took his soft little cock in her soft fingers like it was some boring science project.

“It’s really small,” she said flatly, gently stretching it. “And your balls are so soft and tiny. They barely fill my hand.”

She rolled them between her fingers, tugged lightly on his shaft, pinched the head, and poked at it with one of the tools while she kept talking in that same calm, empty voice.

“Maybe if I pull it more it will grow. Or maybe I should cut a little here… No, that might make it even smaller. You’re already so pathetic. Does it hurt when I do this? Your face is red. Is that because it’s so weak?”

She never smiled. She never laughed. She just kept playing with his tiny, leaking cock and soft little balls like a child examining a broken toy, completely unaware of how cruel every word and touch was.