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(fyi might have told this "story" on another post as well)

so it started about a year ago when i met this teen escort with the most perfect tiny body. her thighs were about the size of my arms and i'm not big. she was fucking tiny. 

i tried to bareback her from the first meet. but she said no, although i did manage to sneak the tip in for a second before she pulled away. so had to fuck her covered in the pussy and ass. for such a small asshole she could take dick quite well. kept seeing her trying to bareback her but still luck.

then after another few meets i was fucking her in the ass doggy style covered. and just kept thinking about bare fucking her. the urge was insatiable. 

so i pulled out pretending i needed a bit of a breather, as doing so grabbed the tip of the condom with one hand and pulled the tip (cum deposit part) with the other and yanked at it.

it made an obvious snap popping sound. she quickly asked what was that and i said i was just fixing the condom. she reached around and felt the condom was still securely on my dick.

however, she had no idea i made a small tear at the tip of the condom. so back into her ass, pumping slowly away. i gradually pulled back on the condom and could feel the latex slowly stretching back down the tip of my dick. the sensation was amazing. i could actually feel my dick from being covered in latex to slowly feeling bare ass hole. the condom eventually was just a rubber ring at the base of my barecock. i was fucking her ass bareback now. she had no idea. the sight of her tiny teen asshole bouncing on my barecock unknowingly was amazing.


and recently i've seen another escort and stealthed her in a similar way, always doggy for obvious reasons. in her pussy first and then i asked about anal and she was shoving my barecock up her asshole in no time. still not realising i was barebacking her. of course always pulling out and cumming on her back so she doesn't find out.


does anyone else have any similar stories to tell please??


for another obvious reason i have to state the name of the forum section. fiction!





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