At the local bar, a size queen looks for a big cock.

Since I was a teenager, I didn't know what a size queen meant.

I was drinking and had just met a hot man at the bar. He took me back to the bar and made his move.

I lost interest in his cock as soon as I saw it. I said sorry to him, but there was not much he could do for me with such an average dick .

He was furious and began to storm off shouting something about me being a size queen.

It was a strange word so I googled it in the taxi to get home.

He was correct. I love big cocks. There are many reasons why bigger is better.

It's a wonderful feeling to feel full and energised by the sensation of a large, erect penis hitting your cervix.

It's amazing to see a large cock between my huge titties . It is amazing how a large dick fills my throat when I blow it .

Tonight I am fully myself and I'm looking for what I want.

There will be no more wrestling about my identity or desires. Only me being direct and asking for cock size upfront.

Size queen fantasies

This bar is a regular haunt for me and I'm familiar with all the single men.

Sincerely, I have fucked every one of them looking for the biggest dick around town. It's possible, I know.

Every night, I sit at a bar and look at every crotch looking for a bulging bag or a slow walk.

I noticed that men with larger penises sat with their legs further apart than others. This is probably to accommodate all the meat.

I wish I could find a cock to make my G cups look smaller while they titty-fuck me.

I want him so large that I cannot breathe when trying to deeply throat him. When he fucks me, my pussy should be split in half.

Every night, I lie there as a size queen, fantasising about the largest dicks, and secretly rubbing under the bartop my clitoris.

I make eye contact only with those men I think are the most wealthy. My glare is a sign that I am playing with myself. This often ends in an invitation to return home.

Tonight. I am changing my strategy.

My town may be small, and the last guys I went with weren't big enough.

Although I am willing to give it another shot at the local bar, things are very different today.

Size queen hunts for cock

Tonight's hunt for a large cock is focused on the tourists at the bar.

True size queens know that sometimes the best prizes are in the smallest packages. The short ones are not ruled out.

Finding a guy you don't know is key; it is a man who isn’t from your area.

I am wearing a loose, unbuttoned dress and no bra as I sit down at the bar's end. My tits press against the edge of the bar. My wet shin is barely covered by the short skirt.

I reach down into the skirt to spread my labia. As I glance around at the bar, my finger slips over the hood of the clitoris.

A group of women that I have never seen before is trailing me in the open door.

It could be either a wedding party from another town or a group of old high school friends.

A handsome, tall, slim, average-height man with a great smile is the last person to enter the door.

His confidence is infectious and I am instantly intrigued by his personality.

Size queens begging to be fisted

My new strategy is working with him already. He has multiple women who are just too trashy to be able to take him home with them.

To get his attention, I will have to do more than just sit at the bar and tease him.

I get up and walk across to the dance floor, past the drunk women he has escorted, before I settle down next to him in the booth.

He stares at me with a little surprise and then scoots to my side to give me more space.

"No honey, I came here to you," I cooed at him.

He is confused, and he turns to look around. He looks around for someone else and then he points a finger at his chest.

He is surprised to hear, "Me?"

"Yes, you. "I want to know how large your cock is," I said without skipping a beat.

He sneezes, raises his eyebrows in shock and tries to not choke on his beer.

He spits out, "Uh, excuse me?"

"You heard me right, darling," I say seductively.

He laughs and says, "What is your size?" A kind of size police?

"No, just a size queen. "I know what I like," I confidently state.

He boldly states, "Well, I haven’t had any complaints."

I suggest, "Let's discover by you letting us titty fuck each other in the bathroom."

Titty is a huge cock and he fucks it

He stares at me, still stunned, and asks, "Are you serious?"

"As a Heart Attack!" I shout over the loud music. I grab his hand and pull him towards the back.

He puts down his beer and follows me giddily towards the toilets. I force him to go through the door by pushing open the door.

He steps into the sink, grins wide, and asks

"You want me titty fuck your here?" In your bathroom Now? !"

"Stop arguing and let this queen decide your worth," I command.

He shrugs and zips his pants.

A huge, fully grown cock emerges. As I gaze down at this dick, my smile is widening.

"Exactly ..." I mutter.

As I fall to my knees, my shoulders drop and reveal my large tits, my eyes sparkle with excitement.

I take them and wrap them around my cock.

He grins in delight as his head sinks.

As I move my tits up and downward, I tell him to thrust. I feel increasingly wet from the image of his penis head protruding into my clavicle.

He cums in a matter of minutes. I enjoy the hot liquid and his jizz sprays all across my tits. He quickly zips his pants up and heads to the bathroom.

I want more.