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Part 3…

Chloe was looking forward to seeing Greg again all week. She felt that the fun they could have together, or she with him, had just begun.

After she met with Jade, she thought some more. She was surprised that playing with Greg could bring her so much excitement.

For the moment, she didn’t regret that he didn’t have a big cock. It was enjoyable for her to have a submissive boyfriend for a change, one who was primarily devoted to her needs. And playing with his nervousness was fantastic.

All she had to do was push the right buttons, and he immediately became so aroused that she could probably talk him into doing all sorts of naughty things. And she still had many ideas in her beautiful head.

A whole new world was opening up to her. She had found delight in the thought of dominating, teasing, mocking, maybe humiliating, and shaming her boyfriend. She would never disparage him; she wasn’t the type to do that. But she saw herself in the role of the ultra-hot, sweet girlfriend to the outside world, who would take her boyfriend, who everyone else thought was a strong big man, to get down on his knees for her in the comfort of her own home, and do whatever she wanted him to do. Being at her service whenever she asked him to do so.

And if she was not mistaken, this was what Greg wanted precisely. And not just what he wanted, but what he needed, what he craved and pined for. This was the absolute best thing she could imagine. How incredibly hot would it be if she could live out all her dominant fantasies with Greg?

At least for a while, she could do without big cocks as long as she was satisfied in other ways.

The prerequisite for all this, she was pretty sure, was that Greg had to admit that he had a tiny penis. This would settle their power relationship once and for all. She would be friendly to him, loving and tender, but it had to be made clear that his penis was too small to satisfy or even have such a hot girlfriend. All the things she wanted to do with him were to build on this sense of Greg’s natural lacking.

She knew that this was not going to be easy. But she had already experienced that all she had to do was excite him enough to make it impossible for him to think much and spout oh-so-clever, innocuous speech bubbles avoiding the facts. She would get him to say it himself.

They had arranged to meet during the week on Thursday this time. They both couldn’t wait, it seemed. Besides, they planned to do some weekend activities with their mutual friends. Tonight, however, should belong only to them.

***

It was already after 9 pm. Chloe quickly ate something with her colleagues after work and headed to Greg’s apartment. She wondered whether he had followed correctly her request to shave. Thinking about it, she had no doubts. So far, he had always done what she wanted, even if the shaving must undoubtedly be embarrassing for him.

Greg, who had taken the precaution of shaving his private parts yesterday already to avoid rashes or the like, was ready. He couldn’t concentrate while working today because his completely shaved cock felt different in his underpants, naked, that is. Twice he had been to the bathroom while working. He had used one of the urinals the first time, only to curse himself for it immediately. He was standing next to a colleague, and he suddenly realized that if this guy just slightly squinted over, he would be able to see his not only small but completely bare penis. The second time he went into one of the cubicles, shamefully hiding away.

He arrived home early from work to do another round of shaving. He wanted to ensure that there wasn’t any hair or stubble left. Chloe should be proud of him. Now he had just showered, got ready, and sat nervously waiting for Chloe. She wasn’t late; he could have done something useful in the remaining 20 minutes of waiting time but was too excited to start anything.

Chloe rang the doorbell.

Greg opened, “Hi, Beautiful!”

‘So cheesy,’ Chloe thought. “Thanks, Handsome,” she smiled at him. “How’s my big man?”

“Big m..?…ooh…I…I’m great, really great. It was a good day at the office, yeah.” Greg wanted to slap himself.

“Haha, he’s already all alert that I might be addressing his tiny one,” Chloe grinned to herself, “that ‘big man greeting’ got him all confused. Poor Greg.”

“Would you like a drink?” Greg tried to regain his footing.

“I’d love one. A gin and tonic for me, please.” Chloe accepted the offer.

“Your wish is my command.” Chloe liked this answer. Greg went to the kitchen and prepared their drinks.

During the next 15 minutes, the two sat side by side on the sofa and chatted about their work week. However, they both noticed how the tension between them was rising. They didn’t feel like making petty small talk. Chloe was the one who took the initiative. The gin gave her additional courage, and she leaned over to Greg and whispered in his ear.

“Now, let’s cut the bullshit talk. Have you been a good boy and listened to my request?”

Greg was surprised for a moment but had also hoped she would broach the subject. It was the second time she had used the word ‘good boy’ in his presence, and she was calling him that this time. He felt his face flush but decided to play along. “Yes, I did.”

“Let me check if you don’t mind.” Chloe didn’t wait for confirmation and began to unbutton his pants. She slid a hand inside. “Wow, it’s smooth in here, ha-ha, good job.”

Greg immediately grew hard from the touch of her invading hand.

“Want to show me?” Chloe knew there was no way he would disagree. But she still wanted him to believe it was up to him to decide.

She was right, Greg was incredibly embarrassed, but he was also aroused. He had shaved because Chloe had told him to. It was illogical not to show her now, and he desperately wanted to show her. He stood before Chloe and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor.

Chloe’s face contorted into a wide smile. “That’s so hilarious. Last Friday, my cute Greg was standing here in this exact spot, hoping so hard not to lose his underwear. And just a few days later, he’s standing there again in the same way, except his little pee-pee is as slick as a prepubescent boy’s, and I’ve made him sooo eager to drop his pants, willingly exposing and ridiculing himself in front of me.”

Chloe couldn’t stop grinning. She stared at Greg’s tiny penis, stretching hard towards her again. Small, pink, cute, and throbbing. She could see a drop of precum dangling from its tip. Shaved, he looked even smaller than he already was.

“Wow, thank you, Greg,” she beamed at him. “It looks fantastic, just like the teenage boy in my memory. That’s so hot. I know it was just a minimal effort for you. But it is so cute of you doing that for me.”

Greg was utterly embarrassed. She hadn’t said anything nasty, but these words, teenage boy, cute, little, all felt like sweet little slaps to his dick. And yet he was rock hard.

“Let me thank you properly,” and with that, Chloe reached out her hand and grabbed his stiffy with two fingers and pulled him closer.

She sat comfortably, Greg’s penis directly in front of her eyes. With her thumb and forefinger, she pushed back his foreskin and exposed his penis head. ‘It sure is a cute little one,’ she thought. She looked up at Greg and gave him her best smile. She licked her lips and finally stuck her tongue out. Very slowly, she licked his penis head like she was eating ice cream. Then she moved a little closer and enclosed his head with her lips.

Inside, she had to laugh. Getting a big cock into her small Asian mouth could sometimes be challenging. Sometimes her cheekbones hurt for days after a blowjob. But with this particular specimen, it felt like she was practicing a blowjob on a finger. Her mouth relaxed like she was sucking a lollipop. She stopped short and smiled at Greg again.

“I love sucking your penis. It’s so comfortable. Look, I can deep throat it completely” Chloe opened her mouth as wide as she could (way too wide for him) and took his little penis back inside, chuckling with it in her mouth. Of course, this was no case of a deep throat, not even a throat involved.

Greg was nevertheless in paradise. Her licking, talking, and chuckling around his penis gave his body and mind all kinds of sensations. He didn’t like Chloe’s ‘comfortable’ remark, but it also excited him; he didn’t know what a deep throat should feel like. He was aroused and embarrassed enough as it was.

Chloe stopped.

“Don’t you cum yet? I still need you tonight. Let’s change to the bedroom.”

*****

Chloe had already thought carefully about how she would approach the matter. She didn’t want to tell Greg herself that he had a small, inadequate penis. He should determine this for himself. Once in bed, she kissed Greg and then looked at him.

“You know, I knew right away that you were a sub. But don’t worry, that’s not bad. I like it.”

She wanted to get these two messages across very directly. Greg was briefly shocked by her directness, but it was clear that she had noticed this in the meantime.

“How and when did you notice?” he asked.

“Come on. You love to lick me. You love to follow orders, and you love to please me! ‘Submissive’ is written on your forehead. Do you know what the other guys usually want? Most guys are not submissive at all. Many alpha males approach me. They want to get into my panties and fuck me with their cocks to get off, that’s it. They would never care about my fun. So, I like your attitude.” Chloe made sure to refer to other cocks.

Greg realized the wording, but who was he to argue about this now? “You’re right. You probably have a good eye for it.”

“What about your ex-girlfriends? Didn’t they notice?”

“No, none of them ever brought it up. Maybe they just didn’t want to.” Greg could only explain it that way, as he hadn’t changed any of his behavior.

“Hard to believe, actually, and such a shame too. There’s quite a lot of your submissive talent that hasn’t been used.”

Chloe now grinned seductively again.

“Then show me how you had sex with your ex-girlfriends. I want to see what position you usually do, all boring missionary?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Let me see then,” Chloe took off the panties and top she had been wearing still.

Greg grabbed a condom from the nightstand, nervously fiddled to get it on, and positioned himself over Chloe. His little man had gotten hard again, directing it to Chloe’s pussy. Fortunately, Chloe was still wet from their conversation. He grabbed a pillow and slid it under Chloe’s butt. It was always easier to penetrate that way. At that moment, he wondered if all men did it that way or just him because of his lack of length.

Chloe was wet as always, and now that she was paying attention to it. It wasn’t a very intense feeling when he entered her effortlessly. She did feel him thrusting in and out as he now took a slow rhythm, but the feeling was faint. He penetrated her like this for several minutes.

“Ok, so this is how you used to do it? This is how you got them off?” Chloe grinned at him with a mixture of pity and sarcasm.

“Yeah,” Greg was embarrassed that his effort seemed to have little effect on Chloe. He didn’t feel strongly about it himself, either. The friction was minimal.

“Did they come in the process,” Chloe asked innocently again.

“Yes, I think so,” Greg blushed a dark shade of red because he knew it was true. But he didn’t want to tell Chloe that past relationships had ultimately boiled down to exclusively oral pleasure for his partners.

“I see,” Chloe said with a knowing smile.

“Faster, babe, do it faster. Yeah. That’s good. Keep doing that. And deeper, please, just go on, hit me harder.” Chloe felt that she definitely could get aroused by him, but he had to try harder. She needed it hard and fast. The ‘deeper’ had been a slip of the tongue. You couldn’t ask for anything impossible.

When Greg thrusts hard against her clitoris in quick succession, even the little additional impulse of his small cock inside her was enough to raise her excitement slowly. She was getting into the mood and could feel her pussy reacting.

Suddenly she felt Greg slow down. “No, don’t stop, please. What’s wrong?”

“It’s very tiring to fuck so fast for a long time,” Greg apologized.

“Hm, none of my exes ever said that.” Chloe was a bit sorry for this sentence, but she intended to bring her exes into the game anyway, and this was a good moment. Greg might even be right. Chloe’s exes had big cocks that stretched her pussy all by themselves. She didn’t need as much extra stimulation from a higher frequency.

“Then you don’t like being on top during sex, do you? You can be completely honest with me.” After her harsh comment, Chloe now tried to stroke Greg’s soul again.

The subject was highly uncomfortable for Greg, but he admitted, “Yes, that’s true. I like it better when the woman is on top.”

“Why don’t you say so earlier? No problem, baby.”

Chloe smiled sweetly at him. She let his little one slip out of her and shifted to the side, letting Greg turn around and swing herself on top of him. Chloe liked being on top. She didn’t mind it at all.

She loved to present her body, and she knew what a delicate sight it was for Greg from below when she sat upright. Her flat stomach, small but firm breasts with pert nipples, slender neck with delicate collarbones and shoulders, and perfect face.

She reached through her legs, grabbed his tiny guy, and directed him to her pussy. It was easier done with a big cock. But she managed to find her sweet entrance even with his short stiffy. Slowly she took him inside her and started to move rhythmically up and down. It was different from the dicks she had ridden before, with less freedom of movement. She was limited to small, short moves of a few inches. Greg’s little man slipped out several times, and Chloe had to readjust. Still, she enjoyed the situation. She liked riding him. She sat fully upright and played with her nipples as she rode him hands-free, slowly increasing her speed, harder and faster.

“Hmmmm,” she moaned. “I love it.”

After several minutes Chloe leaned forward. She came to rest on Greg’s chest, his penis still inside her. Although she enjoyed the fucking, she still had one more thing on her list for Greg tonight.

“So, do you like it when I’m on top and fucking you?” she asked shamelessly. She moved her pelvis up and down, jerking his teenage size pecker.

“Yes, I love it.”

“But the feeling in your penis should be the same when you’re on top. Why do you like it better when I’m on top?” urged Chloe further.

Greg was lost in his increasing pleasure and desire. Besides, he didn’t want to hide his submissiveness anymore, nor could he.

“I just like it when the woman is in control. When you’re on top, you are fucking me, not me fucking you. You get to set the rhythm and the speed. That excites me a lot.”

Chloe grinned to herself. “I love that you say that. That’s why you like handjobs so much, right? That’s when I get to decide if and when you cum.”

“Yeah, that’s right. And also…” Greg faltered.

“And also…what?” asked Chloe.

“Uh, nothing,” Greg tried to back out.

“Come on, tell me,” Chloe insisted, now stroking her right hand along his body, finding his nipple and scratching it lightly. She couldn’t let him off the hook now.

“There is. There is just more feeling during a handjob than during fucking,” he finally said.

Chloe chuckled. Last time, Greg did cum with a handjob that barely touched him, but that was a special occasion of his mental arousal and humiliation. She knew what he meant. During most handjobs, the dick gets grabbed firmly, and Greg was thinking about those just now. There was no way his thin penis would ever be grabbed in the same way by a pussy. She liked where this conversation was going.

“I see, so when u say, ‘more feeling,’ this means ‘more friction’ for you in a handjob than during sex, right?”

“Yes,” he said.

Greg didn’t like where this was leading. So, he tried to answer only shortly to stop the conversation. But Chloe had already tasted blood. She would not let go of her prey now. She played with his left nipple and continued fucking him slowly. She looked deep into his eyes.

“I hope this isn’t because I’m too loose?! My last two Korean boyfriends had huge cocks, like seven or eight inches. And they fucked me all the time. They couldn’t get enough of my pussy and always came inside me,” Chloe set the next stinger.

Greg was in emotional chaos. Different emotions mingled in his brain. Firstly, he was in constant arousal from Chloe’s rhythmic fucking. Then he was embarrassed that both of Chloe’s ex-boyfriends had big dicks. So, Chloe knew about sizes. And she had spoken of their cocks, while she seemed to have reserved the word ‘penis’ for him. That they were two Koreans (which was a lie, Chloe’s boyfriends were all white, but she was sure this little deviation from the truth would make Greg even more insecure) only made things more humiliating. Wasn’t he, the big Caucasian, supposed to have a bigger one than any of her Asian exes? But he could also not possibly blame the problem on Chloe’s pussy.

“No, I don’t think so. Pussies are very flexible and adaptable, I heard. I’m sure you’re not loose,” he reassured her, unable to find solid ground under his feet.

He served Chloe the perfect excuse for the only logical follow-up inquiry.

“Hmmm, then why do you think that we don’t have much touch and… ” Chloe prepared the final blow and fucked Greg in the rhythm of her words, “FRICTION…WHEN…WE…FUCK?”

She felt his dick inside her, more evident now than before. Probably the little one was pulsing like crazy, as hard as it could be. Greg was breathing heavily as well. Chloe increased her speed. She hammered his pubic bone hard against her clit. She wanted to make this little guy cum, and herself, too. She felt her arousal rising.

“I don’t know,” Greg made one last attempt to end the interrogation.

He felt his dick twitch inside Chloe. Her pussy had to be so aroused, too, that he suddenly felt her more clearly, gripping and squeezing his dick for the first time. In shorter and shorter intervals. He was joining her body’s rhythm.

“You don’t know? Really?” Chloe kissed his neck. “Come on, Greg. Be my good teenage boy, and tell me,” Chloe moaned in his ear.

Greg was utterly incapable of any resistance now. He was just too aroused by her body, questions, and embarrassment.

“Because… Because… I have a small cock,” he blurted out, utterly embarrassed.

“You mean a small PENIS, right? Dick and cock are for the big guys, you know?” Chloe corrected him. “Repeat it, loud and clear,” and she increased her speed fucking Greg.

Both breathing heavily, Chloe moaned loudly, and she felt her pussy juices flow out of her vagina past Greg’s penis onto his groin. The loud sound of their wet bodies slapping and bumping against each other filled the room.

“Because I have a small penis.”

Chloe rammed her lower body violently against Greg a few more times, squeezing his little one inside her and her pussy, milking it hard until they both screamed their climax together. Their bodies tightly embraced, twitching. Greg, flooded with embarrassment, had the most violent orgasm he could remember, spurt after spurt, shooting out of his tiny penis. Chloe’s pussy juices gushed out of her spasming pussy without stopping until she finally collapsed on top of him.

“Yes, you do!”

 

To Be Continued…?

 

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