How Many Angels Can Dance on the Head of a Pin?

It had been a stressful Monday at work and as I finally got away after 6, I really felt I needed some stress-relief before I went home to goodness-knows what, so I stopped off at a brothel I drove past every night.

I selected a perky cutie calling herself Vanessa, and we headed off to the bedroom. As I came out of the shower and she walked back in, she stared at me saying "Oh, my God. Its so big".

I ignored her comment, helped her out of her skimpy g-string and top, and we retired to the bed.

But despite passionate kissing and cuddling and a nice hand-job, she still insisted that she didn't think she would be able to take me, since she was relatively new to the job.

I told her to relax and told her the story of "How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?". (It dates back to the 13th century, to Thomas Aquinas, as an illustration of pointless arguments.)

Image from Pinterest, originally from ck12.org.

"So how about we dance?

I held my erect pin vertically and directed her to squat over it, then to perform a little dance on the head of my pin.

Well, she definitely was tight. (Sadly, it reminded me of my wife's vaginismus, frozen vagina, years ago). But as Vanessa twisted and 'danced', she giggled, but I did feel her wetness developing. She didn't exactly inch on to me, it was more millimetre by millimetre. By the time her tight pussy had taken in my glans, her giggles had turned to moans, and her little pirouettes had become a vigorous twist.

Her love juices were running down my root now, and with released passion and enthusiasm, she lifted up then thrust down on me, again, and again and again. She leaned over me, took my head in her hands and kissed me passionately, saying "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You're so thick, but Oh so nice! I should be paying you." (which she didn't).

Needless to say, I didn't last long, though she didn't orgasm herself.

I got an extra big kiss and cuddle as I was leaving and she said "Do cum again. I'll know what to do next time" with a giggle.

As I drove home, greatly de-stressed, I congratulated myself for my part in initiating this pretty little thing angel into the work of pleasuring gentle-men of all sizes.

PS. The above is a slightly embellished IRL encounter from about 15 years ago - I'm not really that big, though she did think so.

Click to see who else is saying "MMMM!" this Monday!