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He came up about crotch high. A large portion of his air space must have been spent breathing pussy because every time he turned around his face was by my bush, a fact that I found slightly disconcerting. There were a few other things that set me off: he was ugly, misshapen, old, but then again, I have always had a strange predilection for funny looking men. And, of course, he was a dwarf. It was mainly my own curiosity that did me in. I just had to know if everything was going to be smaller. Then there was the strange motherly feeling I got from walking next to him. I had to lean down to hear what he had to say. I loved the way he looked up at me with those wide eyes and that adoring gaze. I wondered if he only dated normal sized women —if there was some sort of Oedipus complex specifically for dwarves. He picked me up in a car, not particularly small, but specially formatted for him. I watched as his stumpy legs reached for the pedals. I imagined those same little legs flailing around as he fucked me. It wasn't exactly pretty. He had picked a place for dinner: A quiet Indonesian joint where we could eat meat without vegetables and talk freely without other people. As we walked to the restaurant I could feel all eyes upon us. People stared, wondering why I was with this vertically challenged individual, this bug-eyed, funny looking little dwarf. Once in a while I wondered that myself. We sat down and ate. Sharing a few jokes, talking about our day. The dwarf and I shared a similar sense of humor. I liked that. Throughout dinner I couldn't help but wonder if his little feet were actually touching the floor. It made it hard to concentrate. After we left we went back to my house. We were talking; I had my back to him when his squeaky little voice said, "turn around." I was surprised to hear a demand coming from this tiny creature.  Enthralled, I did what he said.I whirled around and found his face was in my pussy. I was wearing a long skirt that buttoned all the way up. His fat little fingers began to slowly undo the buttons directly in front of him. As usual, I wore no panties. His little dwarf mouth was panting as he brought his tongue closer to me. Soon it was entangled in my sparse patch of curly hairs, licking over and over. I reached back to hold on to my desk as his tongue darted in and out of my hot cunt. I arched my back and let him fuck me with his mouth. I was holding his oversized head to my crotch thrusting my hips into his face. My pussy was flowing, and I suddenly needed to be fucked. There was no chance of him picking me up and throwing me passionately on the bed, and I wasn't sure if he would be offended if I did it to him. So I pulled off my shirt and lay down. He stood on his toes and flicked off the light switch. The room was totally dark. He climbed on top of me and I reached down. He had the biggest dick I have ever felt. My hand barely fit around it. I rubbed it up and down feeling as it grew heavier and heavier, wanting it inside of me. I was dry humping his thigh and letting him sense my urgency. His head was at the perfect height of my tits as I led his cock into my cunt. He pushed in, his thighs balancing on mine. His mouth bit my tits. His tiny hands groped my flesh. It was surprisingly surreal.  He thrust into me with all the leverage his tiny body could give, but thanks to the size of his cock it was okay. My pussy tightened around it as he pushed harder and harder, I arched my back and my legs began to tense. I could feel the orgasm coming. It was strange, not to have his face close to mine, not to feel anything but him inside of me. I let myself go. A gurgle escaped my throat and I came, my pussy walls clenching around his rock hard cock.He came right after I did, his tiny body shaking with rapture. We lay there quietly until deciding to go for desert. As we walked down the street I was no longer embarrassed of my tiny little friend. I now knew the secret of dwarves. Not everything was so small.
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