Fun-Sized
By RabbleLaid.
She set the phone down immediately and rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes. She didn’t have to study the paused video on the screen for long to recognize it. When you film a video of yourself dirty talking to the camera while sucking a cock, you tend to remember it pretty well.
I gave her the time she needed to collect herself. I had a lot of thoughts about the situation, but it wasn’t my intent to ambush her or make her feel bad. I genuinely wanted her best explanation. Finally, she looked up, leaning forward with her elbows on the table and her hands resting on her forehead as if she had a migraine coming on. “You know that that was from ages ago, right?” she asked weakly. “From way before I met you.”
I sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I know. You look totally different. I trust you, Naomi. I just… I mean, why didn’t you tell me?” My voice broke a little on the last word. I’m not ashamed to admit it. Naomi and I had been dating for over a year, and at the time, I genuinely thought she was going to be the one. She was one of the coolest, smartest, and most drop-dead gorgeous girls I had ever met, let alone dated. Even then, when we were both so upset, she was a vision of beauty, with her long, soft chestnut hair and expressive brown eyes. She radiated wholesome, outgoing, girl-next-door energy most of the time. To find out that she had a series of homemade porn videos uploaded to various free streaming sites on the internet was pretty shattering.
“I’m sorry,” said Naomi, her eyes welling up and her lips tightening in the way they normally did when she got upset to keep them from wobbling. “I was going to tell you. Really. But I’ve told some of my past boyfriends too early, spooking them when things were going so well. I was afraid it would ruin things. And then it felt too late, and I wasn’t sure what to do. Do you hate me? Are we breaking up?”
I sighed. The friend who had discreetly sent me the video advised me to break things off with her. But Naomi was the woman I loved. I couldn’t just give up what we had that easily.
“No. We’re not breaking up,” I said, taking a seat next to her and hesitantly taking her hand. “But I do think that I’m going to need that explanation from you now.”
Naomi looked like she would rather do anything else, but she nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I think you deserved to get it before now. But maybe a little wine would help with this conversation.”
I went to fetch two glasses and a bottle, and by the time I got back to the dining room, Naomi was already looking much more composed. She eagerly accepted her glass from me, took a deep sip, then began, a look of faint embarrassment on her face.
“I mean… It’s not some big story, I guess. I was a sophomore in college, and I had just been fired from my job at a bookstore. I needed some way to make ends meet. This was around the time that Simpspace was first starting up and becoming big, so it was something I sort of had in the back of my head. I was already making… I guess you could say ‘home movies’ with my boyfriend Leo for our own personal enjoyment. It didn’t feel like a big leap. We made and sold maybe a dozen videos, and for a while it seemed like a good scheme. The money was decent for someone that age, and I never really considered the fact that once you put something on the internet, it’s there forever. I guess the videos were popular in their… ummm… niche, which is why they’re still circulating years later.”
My belly squirmed with discomfort, and yes, I admit it, arousal. I’m not made of stone. Naomi was a beautiful woman when I dated her, and seeing her five years younger, with more piercings, heavier makeup, and black-dyed hair, was like seeing her in a whole new way, which made the videos sexually fascinating. If you added the things she was saying in the video to that… it made for a strange and powerfully erotic combination.
“About that,” I said, licking my lips. “I mean, the topic of the videos…”
To my surprise, instead of the embarrassment she had been showing before, Naomi’s mouth twisted with annoyance. “Ok, Josh, before you start, I’m going to nip this in the bud. Everything I said in those videos was stupid, made-up dirty talk. It was the kind of thing that sold videos, and it helped that Leo had a big dick, so we were sort of working with what we had.”
“It’s just…” I shrugged uncomfortably. “You were so passionate about it. So… detailed.”
Naomi made a small, frustrated sound and reached over to take both of my hands in hers. “Josh, I want you to look at me.” Her voice was serious, and when I looked into her soulful brown eyes, they were solemn. “None of the stuff I said in those videos is how I actually feel. It was all to turn on horny internet losers. Dick size genuinely and truly does not matter to me.”
Of the dozen or so videos that Naomi and her college boyfriend had produced, over half of them were focused on humiliating the watcher about the size of their penis, and talking about how much better bigger cocks were. A fetish called small penis humiliation, or SPH.
And Naomi didn’t half-ass the dirty talk. She was filthy, specific, and passionate with her filthy words as she gripped what she described as “a real man’s cock” and worshipped it on camera. She said crazy things, like short-dicked men were genetic wastes who shouldn’t be allowed to breed. How could they not be called men at all? How could no woman ever love them? All with a wicked twinkle in her eye and a naughty, teasing tone in her voice. It was hard to believe that it was all 100 percent an act. Especially since the naked, giggling Naomi in the videos had been so obviously turned on.
Naomi must have caught the doubt in my eyes, because she squeezed my hands harder. “Hey! I’m serious about this!” she said sharply. “This is exactly why I was nervous to bring this up. I’ve had a boyfriend break up with me over this same thing before. Guys get so weird about dick size, I swear to God.” She seemed to be heating up on the topic. Clearly, it was a long-standing pet peeve of hers. “I guarantee you that most girls don’t even really think about it. It’s only other guys out there measuring each other’s cocks. But I stupidly made a couple of videos for money a few years back and accidentally voiced a bunch of guys’ secret anxieties, and now they won’t believe a word I say otherwise.”
Now I was starting to get a little annoyed myself. “Well… I’m sorry if I’m trying to sort out how I feel about this,” I said stiffly. “I just had a friend send me a video of my girlfriend on a porn site saying some pretty crazy stuff, so I guess I’m just sort of working through it.”
Naomi seemed to deflate a little, realizing that she had gone on the attack against the very person she had been apologizing to just a moment before. “You’re… right. Of course you’re right. I’m sorry, honey, I’m not trying to jump down your throat. I’m just tired of explaining it. Sometimes it feels like once a guy has seen those videos, they just won’t believe me when I tell them I didn’t mean what I said. I’m embarrassed by those videos, but I won’t apologize for being kind of an idiot trying to get money years before I knew you. What I can apologize for is not trusting you with this earlier. So… do you think you can forgive me?”
It was impossible to say no to her. The idea that thousands of strangers on the internet had seen my girlfriend naked was uncomfortable, but I’m not the kind of guy who thinks I ought to own my girlfriend’s body. She also had a point that it was silly to be upset with her for things she did with another guy before she even knew I existed.
But the dirty talk in those videos is still stuck in my craw. Even though we ended the night with things feeling relatively back to normal between us, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kinds of things Naomi had said. They ran through my mind again and again in the following days, until finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer.
I had to watch the video again.
Look, you don’t need to tell me. I know it was a stupid idea. I know that better than anybody, in fact. If I had managed to hold out and forget all about Naomi’s sordid past, it would have been better for everyone. And if the videos just disturbed me, I think I would have had no problem forgetting about them. But they didn’t just make me feel bad. They also turned me on.
Before I go any further, I want to make one thing crystal clear. My dick is of average size. I know, I know, it sounds like something a guy with a tiny dick would say, but in this case, it’s true. Like every adolescent male, I broke out the ruler after growth had stopped and measured. My dick is five inches. Right down the middle, nearly average.
So I have no idea why the hurtful things the younger Naomi said in the video struck my soul so deeply. Like any guy, I had a sneaking wish that I was packing a little more heat down there, but I had never felt ashamed of myself. It was just one of those things. Every guy suspects that men with bigger dicks are just a cut above sexually, even if they understand rationally that it just isn’t true. As Naomi explained, women seemed indifferent as long as their man wasn’t on either end of the spectrum, apart from a few fetishists.
But that didn’t stop a dark, whispering voice in my subconscious telling me that women secretly craved… more. The dirty videos that Naomi filmed spoke in the same words of that secret insecurity, and her mocking tone lent them heat. It was a potent combination.
I gave in to temptation on a night when Naomi was gone for a bridesmaid’s party. No boys allowed, which meant I would be alone all evening. Normally, that would mean pizza, beer, and some video games, activities that I had started having less time for since moving in with Naomi. But that night, the siren call of the forbidden videos was impossible to ignore. I waited nervously until I was certain that Naomi wouldn’t return for something she missed, then grabbed a box of tissues, retreated to the bedroom with my laptop, and locked the door, my heart pounding and my cock already stiff.
It didn’t take long to find the same video that my friend had sent me. My nerves were jittery, and my mouth was dry as I set the laptop on my chest and hit play, staring into the eyes of my girlfriend as she looked five years ago.
Naomi had admitted to me in the past, with a shy laugh, that she had an “alt” phase in college, but, in my opinion, she was underselling it a little. The girl who giggled and waved at the camera had feathery black hair, dark eyeliner, and a nose piercing. Her style was totally at odds with Naomi’s current mature look. I was mesmerized as she started speaking in a purring, taunting tone, staring straight into the camera.
“Heyyyy, losers!” she chirped, biting her lip in glee, her eyes twinkling. “You just had to come back for more, didn’t you? You just love it when I put you in your place….” She was lying on her front on top of her bed, staring up at the camera. Based on the sparse decorations, the background was obviously a college apartment. She wasn’t wearing a thing, and her cute, plump little butt, which I had lovingly squeezed so many times, was totally uncovered, wiggling slightly as she kicked her feet in the air.
“Well, good,” said Naomi with a smug smirk. “Because today I have one mission and one mission only.” She raised one pinkie stiffly up from her hand and ran her thumb and forefinger mockingly up and down its length. “I’m going to get you to jerk that pathetic little peepee until you spurt those worthless genes into a tissue. One more wasted load means one less chance you might trick a girl into fucking you and passing on your tiny dick genes, dooming another generation to be a dickless loser like you.”
“Fuck,” I said softly under my breath, reaching to squeeze my cock over my pants. It was weird… it wasn’t like I actually believed my dick was too small. Or at least I didn’t want to. But it was still intoxicating to see Naomi like this. She could be snarky and blunt sometimes, but that just wasn’t an energy she brought into the bedroom. This Naomi in the video, by contrast, was a total brat. And something about that cruel confidence was fascinating and arousing. I had never seen anything like it from her in the time we dated.
“And to help you finish faster, I thought I would bring in a real man,” she said with a nasty giggle, beckoning off camera. “Cuz I know how much it helps you cum when you see an actually decent-sized cock. Ever wonder why that is?”
As she spoke, whoever was holding the camera scooted forward, his massive erection coming into frame just inches from Naomi’s cute face. My gut churned, and my cock twitched at the sight of him.
Leo, Naomi’s college boyfriend. Like Naomi had said, if she and Leo were just working with what they had, taunting content about big cocks was a natural fit. He must have been eight inches long, if not more. Porn star big. Naomi’s hand reached out instinctively to wrap around its thick girth, slowly stroking up and down as she continued to stare up into the camera.
“It turns you on because you know that he deserves me, even if you don’t. You want to see me suck and fuck an actual full-sized dick because that’s what real sex is, instead of whatever it is that you do with that disappointment dangling between your legs. So… start jerking that tiny dick while you watch a real man get what he deserves.”
I couldn’t help it. With shaking hands, I shucked my pants down my hips and took my cock in my fist, staring at the screen with a combination of jealousy and mind-numbing arousal as Naomi continued to barrel the camera.
“And if he deserves this…” she asked in a low, taunting drawl, her beautiful brown eyes glowing with malice, “Then what do you deserve, loser?”
She giggled and flipped off the camera as she bent down to run her tongue up the length of Leo’s cock. I groaned, feeling my own cock pulse in my pumping hand. I knew it was wrong to be watching this, but seeing my sweet, sexy girlfriend interact with a cock so massive that it would be right at home on a porn set was unbelievably erotic.
“Fuckinnggg Noooothiiiing,” said Naomi slowly, as if she was talking to the stupidest person in the world. Her hand continued to pump up and down her boyfriend’s massive cock as she continued. “If you’re below six inches, then you don’t deserve a woman’s touch at all, let alone her pussy. That’s the absolute cutoff. And if any of you shrimp-dicks out there think you’re with a woman right now, I have bad news for you. She’s in it for your money. And she’s probably out there getting satisfaction from a bigger, better cock, because I guarantee your little toothpick is doing nothing for her.”
In the humiliating heat of the moment, my brain began to play all kinds of tricks on me. I had made Naomi cum dozens of times in the past. She always enjoyed it when we had sex… But I felt a twinge of doubt. Could she just be humoring me? Faking it? The idea was silly, but Naomi seemed so certain and passionate in the video that it made me second-guess myself for a second.
“Now watch what happens when a girl sees a big, manly cock like this,” she instructed, finally looking away from the camera and focusing completely on the massive cock she had been slowly jerking up and down. My heart twisted as the soft lips of the woman I love parted and took another man’s huge, stiff cock between them. I knew that she wasn’t doing anything wrong, apart from the short-sighted decision to produce porn in the first place. She didn’t even know me at the time, after all, and she was doing this with the man she was in a relationship with. But that didn’t stop the powerful stab of jealousy I felt… or stop the strange crackle of sexual electricity that blazed up my spine at the sight.
Naomi bobbed her head up and down the thick cock in a sultry, performative blowjob, clearly enjoying every second. I couldn’t help but think back, panicked and aroused, wondering if she had ever shown the same level of enthusiasm when sucking my dick.
Finally, she released his saliva-slicked cock with a loud wet pop, panting roughly as she said, “I just can’t help it when I see a big, thick cock like this. It just makes a part of me want to submit and be his good little cocksucker.” She was jacking her boyfriend’s thick, veiny cock faster now, using her copious drool as lube. Wet squishing noises fill the air.
“And you know what a woman’s natural reaction is when she sees a runty little dick like yours?” she sneered, a bratty twinkle in her eyes. “Laughter. Disgust. Maybe pity if you’re lucky. You just don’t have what it takes to satisfy a woman if you can’t match my man’s cock.” She gripped the massive cock in her hand for a moment, waggling it teasingingly toward the camera with a giggle.
“How is that tiny dicklette feeling in those fingers, loser?” she asked with a sharp grin, raising her thumb and forefinger and again to move them up and down in time with her other pumping fist, mockingly emphasizing the presumed size difference. “It feels good to be told the truth for once, doesn’t it? You ready to cum for me, loser? Good. I think this stud is ready to cum too. Let me count you down.”
“Ten…” she said in a firm tone, stroking Leo’s cock faster, with a little twist of her wrist added in. “Two fingers only, shrimp-dick. You know the rules. Only real men can use their fists.”
For reasons that I couldn’t explain, I obeyed. I stopped gripping my cock fully, instead extending only my forefinger and thumb and using those in a pitiful grip on my cock. To be frank, as far as stimulation went, it sucked. My dick wasn’t nearly small enough for that sort of grip to make sense, even if in theory it was appropriate for smaller dicks. But at this point, it didn’t matter that it didn’t give me as much pleasure as a full grip would; I was completely focused on Naomi, and obeying her humiliating commands was kinky enough to make up for the lack of stimulation.
“Nine…”
“Eight… Keep pumping that tiny cock, loser. I want you to watch while I make a bigger, better man cum.”
I was breathing hard now, pinching my dick tight as my hand desperately pumped up and down. I reached over and snatched up a tissue.
“Seven…”
“Six… Come on, little guy. Stroke! I know you can do it!” She rose a little, revealing the same pale, rosy nipples I had seen so often, except they were pierced with little silver studs.
“Five… Here. Look at these pretty tits that you aren’t worthy to touch. Maybe I should let this big guy cum allllll over them!” My eyes locked onto her breasts, wandering over the piercings that I had never known she once had. I hadn’t gotten this far in the video the first time I had previewed it, so I had never seen them before, and they almost made me cum on their own.
“Four… I think that sounds like the perfect finale. C’mon, tiny. Jerk jerk jerk that pathetic baby carrot. You’re almost there!” She rubbed and tugged on her stiff nipples with one hand while jerking her boyfriend’s massive cock with the other, staring straight into the camera in a way that sent a sizzle up my spine. She was right… I was almost there.
“Three…”
“Two… Grab that tissue, loser. I want you to watch this hung stud paint my fucking chest while you waste those worthless genes like the garbage they are.”
“One… Wait for him to cum first. He deserves it more.”
“Fuck!” I whispered, my thumb and finger now slick with precum, frantically slipping and sliding over my throbbing head as I watched my future girlfriend jack her boyfriend’s cock above her waiting tits.
Naomi’s mocking eyes seemed to be staring straight into mine as she looked into the camera. “Zero. Cum for me, shrimp-dick.”
She either had a perfect sense of timing, or her hand jobs were so good she could tell exactly when Leo would pop, because right as she said zero, he began spraying thick ropes of cum all over her chest, splattering the breasts that one day I would consider my exclusive playground with hot sperm. And then, as if his satisfaction was my cue, I came as well, grunting a little as I held the wad of tissues to my dick and filled them with hot, thick cum.
I had cum inside Naomi many times, even if she had never let me cum on her tits like Leo had in the video. So the jealousy I felt when I had to cum in a tissue while watching him cum on Naomi was irrational. But just because it was irrational didn’t mean it was any easier to swallow.
The video ended with Naomi running a fingertip through the sticky mess on her chest, then bringing it up to her lips and extending her tongue to lick off the blob of cum with a giggle. “Good job, loser,” she chirped. “Now be a good little boy and flush those worthless genes down the toilet for me, ok? Thanks! Bye!”
The video cut off, and I was left feeling emotionally and physically drained, clutching a cum-filled tissue to the tip of my dick. I felt off and mildly guilty for the rest of the evening. I told myself it was a one-time slip-up and that I would never repeat it. When Naomi got home drunk and horny from the bachelorette party, I even managed to put in a good performance in bed with her that evening, and I convinced myself that I had gotten the curiosity out of my system.
That lasted right up until the next time I was left alone for the evening, this time because Naomi was headed to a work conference. I watched another video. And then another the next day, and a third on Sunday before she got back. Once I got started, it was hard to stop. Not all of the videos involved blowjobs. Some were just her talking to the camera, but others involved sex between her and Leo. There was one where she faced the camera while Leo fucked her from behind, taunting dirty talk dripping from her lips between sultry moans.
But my favorite was the one with the body writing. The one where she made a little scale just above her pussy, with markings ranging from “Ew.” at the bottom, all the way up to three hearts all the way at the top of the drawn-on ruler. Of course, when Leo laid his cock down over her pussy, it went all the way up the scale to the three stylized Sharpie hearts. He proceeded to fuck her thoroughly, pointing the camera down to give a searingly erotic view of his thick shaft stretching open her tight pussy while she moaned insults into the camera at the viewer.
It made me wonder how far my cock would reach on that scale…
It became a bad habit—my dirty little secret. Over the next few months, I watched Naomi’s old videos whenever I had time alone. I became familiar with them all. And even though Naomi had done some more vanilla stuff early on when she was still figuring out her content, the humiliating dirty talk about penis size was what I came back for time and time again.
I don’t think I can explain why listening to my girlfriend make fun of my penis size affected me as much as it did. Maybe it was because Naomi was normally so kind and loving. Seeing her mean and bratty added a forbidden spice that was hard to resist.
And even though my cock wasn’t the sort of tiny, worthless disappointment that the sneering, giggling vixen on the screen insisted it was, her words did begin to have an effect on me over time. In some way, I even sort of started wanting to be a tiny dicked loser for her. So that her withering disdain and mockery were accurate.
I got more and more used to using my thumb and forefinger when masturbating.
And all through that, I kept my relationship with Naomi going as usual. In a lot of ways, the past Naomi in the videos was like a totally different person in my mind from the woman I loved. It was just their shared image that gave the videos their erotic power. As long as I could keep my girlfriend and her porn persona separate in my mind, there were no issues.
But I discovered that doing that was easier said than done when I was constantly watching porn of her.
Things came to a head on the night of the same wedding she had gone to for the bachelorette party. I lost my cool at the reception in a way I’m not proud of. I’m not even sure what happened, honestly. As a bridesmaid, Naomi was naturally seated at the head table, and I was across the room, doing my best to struggle through a conversation with a friend of Naomi’s that I’m sure she had introduced me to once. Still, I couldn’t for the life of me remember.
But when I looked across the room, I saw Naomi talking and laughing with one of the groomsmen. Totally normal. Not even particularly flirtatious, just outgoing and friendly, like she normally was. But watching all of those filthy videos had changed something in my brain. The thought rose into my mind unprompted.
I wondered if the guy she was talking to had a bigger dick than I did.
Once that train of thought started, I couldn’t stop it. I interpreted her smile and wave across the room at me as a mocking smirk. I saw every word from her lips toward him as flirtation. I was a little surly when she came over to reconnect, and we spent the rest of the reception in a bad mood. By the time we caught a rideshare home, we had both had too much to drink and were spoiling for a fight.
“I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you!” said Naomi with exasperation, tossing her purse on the dining room table, slumping back onto the couch, and shooting me a glare across the room. “We’re having a great evening, and then all of a sudden, you have to be a little bitch for no reason!”
It was then, unfortunately, that her angry words had an unintended effect on me. It wasn’t my fault. Her annoyed tone and casual insult were just a little too close to her catty porn persona. I felt a flash of inappropriate arousal as I kicked my shoes off in the entryway, making my throbbing head spin and sending a surge of blood to my cock.
I spoke without thinking, the alcohol in my system loosening my tongue. “Well, maybe it wasn’t possible for me to have a good time when you’re flirting with other men across the room.”
“What!?” said Naomi angrily, her mouth falling open in disbelief. “Are you fucking serious right now, Josh? You got jealous because I was fucking talking to some random guy? That is so fucking thin-skinned and insecure. Just… ugh. Small dick energy.”
I knew that she didn’t mean anything by it. Just some angry words said while drunk and in a fight. But my subconscious didn’t care. It had already been primed by my jealousy and the strange twist of lust that her annoyed insults had sent through me a moment ago. Her tossed-off insult hit my libido like an atom bomb. The sudden flush of arousal finished the job that Naomi’s catty insult had started, pumping my cock up to full stiffness. Unfortunately, I was too buzzed to put two and two together in time to avoid turning toward Naomi while pitching a massive tent in my pants.
I realized a split second later what I had accidentally revealed, and turned my body awkwardly away, but by then it was already far too late. Amelia’s annoyance had been short-circuited by utter bewilderment. She was giving me an open-mouthed stare. “What the fuck?” she asked blankly. “Josh, do you have a fucking hard-on right now?”
Now my annoyance and discomfort were dissolving into shame. I turned toward the bedroom in a half-hearted attempt at escape, mumbling. “I mean… It’s just that the situation is…” I struggled to come up with some excuse that wasn’t the truth, but at this point, alcohol and lust were fogging my brain.
“What the fuck do you mean?” asked Naomi, her shock dissolving back into annoyance as she got up from the couch and pursued me into the bedroom. “You’re being an asshole, and I’m pissed at you. What about this situation is remotely erotic to you?”
I turned back to face her, desperately thinking of some way to excuse my inappropriate stiffy. As I did, I tangled my feet and fell back onto the bed. I stared up at my angry girlfriend, and it hit my brain like a lightning bolt. Her annoyed expression wasn’t quite the same as her sneering dominance in the videos, but looking up at her from below certainly helped. They were the same person. The teasing seductress in the porn videos I jerked off to and my loving partner were the same woman. And I had known that, obviously, on an intellectual level. Now I felt it in my gut, and despite the amount of trouble I was in, I had never felt more pathetically horny in my life.
And, of course, being so scrambled and drunk and horny and emotionally drained from an evening of confused jealousy, I said the worst possible thing that I could have. “Babe, it’s just, I was watching your videos and…”
This time, instead of shock or anger, Naomi’s face went perfectly still. “My videos…” she said in a disturbingly neutral voice. “My old porn videos?”
“I mean… I was just curious, and then I watched some of them, and they were sort of hot, so…” I babbled, watching her face take on a look of disdain that only turned me on more.
“Oh my God,” she said in disgust. “You know, I always thought that the guys who bought and enjoyed those perverted videos must be the biggest losers on the planet. If only I fucking knew that you were a pervy loser too.”
Fuck… now it felt like she was pushing my buttons on purpose. Naomi glared down at me in contempt, staring at my flushed face, my labored breathing, and the massive tent I was pitching in my pants, and I saw a change come over her. The sneer of disgust widened into a smirk. The anger in her eyes morphed into a malicious glitter. The teasing minx from her videos was suddenly here, standing above me and staring down with a mix of disdain and cruel playfulness.
Without a word, she reached behind herself and unzipped the rose bridesmaid’s dress, letting it slump to the floor.
“H-honey, what are you doing?” I asked, a little unnerved by her sudden shift in attitude.
“Well, I just thought I would give you what you wanted,” she said in a voice of false sweetness. She reached back again and unhooked her bra, and when she shrugged it down off her shoulders, my eyes went wide to see how stiff her nipples were. “You thought it was so hot when I was mean… so maybe I should be a little mean to you right now. Since it gets that little dick sooo hard.” There was still an edge of tight annoyance in my girlfriend’s voice, but she had caught on to the odd, tense arousal that was coming off me in waves, and it had made her horny as well.
Looking into her sharp, burning gaze, I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.
“So,” she purred, mounting the bed with the slow, clumsy movement of a woman who had had a few too many drinks, “You watched me playing with a much bigger, thicker cock and jerked this off, huh?” Her hand ran firmly up my thigh before clutching the stiff shaft tenting my pants. I groaned and tried to squirm away, but it was too late for that now. Naomi was determined that I was going to answer for my perversions.
“Jesus, babe, d-don’t…” I gasped, trying weakly to scoot back as her merciless fingers began rubbing me through my pants.
“Don’t what?” asked Naomi with mocking innocence as she continued teasing my throbbing shaft. “Don’t compare you to my well-hung stud of a college boyfriend? God, Leo could be a bit of an ass, but he had an incredible cock, didn’t he?”
“What? Ughhh I don’t know…” I moaned, my breath coming in ragged heaves as I tried unsuccessfully to gather my thoughts through the horny haze.
“Uh-uh,” insisted Naomi, getting right up into my face, her expression the same sneering tease that I had seen so many times in her videos, “I’m not going to let you get away that easy after you spent so much time watching me play with that thick, throbbing monster. I know you have an opinion at this point, so just say it, loser. My boyfriend had a nice fucking cock, didn’t he?”
“F-fuck!” I whimpered, unable to resist the siren call of Naomi’s mocking words. “Yes! Leo has a nice cock.” This was even more intense than any of the jerk-off sessions I had had with her videos. The old, canned dirty talk was nothing compared to her intense attention focused on me.
But I had no idea how intense it could get. “Better than yours?” she asked in a nasty, purring tone, her eyes glittering as they stared deep into mine and her thumb and forefinger working frantically up and down the bulge in my pants.
“Oh God… Don’t. Don’t make me…” I wasn’t sure I could handle this anymore. It was all too much. My head was spinning, and my cock was throbbing with nasty heat.
But Naomi wouldn’t give up. “No. You wanted me to be mean. This is me when I’m mean. I want to hear it, Josh. Is Leo’s cock better than yours?” Fuck, just the sight of her face was enough to set my heart racing. She had completely transformed into the dominant, bratty version of herself from the past.
“Yes. Fuck! Yes, his cock is just better,” I admitted, shame burning me down to my core and humiliated lust crackling through every vein.
“That’s what I was saying earlier,” said Naomi contemptuously, as her hand moved faster and faster. “Leo was an ass… but he was a real man too. If he had gotten annoyed about me talking to another man, he wouldn’t have sat and pouted across the room, getting hard under the table. He would have marched over and told the guy to fuck off. But hey, some guys just can’t manage something like that…”
I was rapidly approaching orgasm. “H-hey, wait a second, babe,” I said desperately.
But Naomi only sped up, her finger and thumb pinching my cock as she stared straight into my eyes. “Some guys just have… small dick energy.”
I came in my pants as she directly called my dick small for the first time. “Fuck!” I groaned as my cock twitched and spurted beneath her teasing hand, spreading a hot, wet spot across the front of my pants.
“And he never came in his fucking pants either,” said Naomi with a sneer, flicking the sensitive tip of my cock through my pants and rolling off the bed. She turned her back on me and stalked toward the bathroom, saying in a cold, slurring voice behind her, “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight, Josh.”
I heard the door slam and the shower turn on, and I was left by myself, with a hollow feeling in my chest and a cooling mess in my pants. I cleaned up the best I could without access to the bathroom, then changed into pajamas, grabbed my pillow, and slunk out the door with my tail between my legs. There wouldn’t be any more productive conversations tonight while we were both drunk and upset. I would have to wait until tomorrow to find out exactly how much trouble I was in.
The fallout of that evening didn’t happen until the next afternoon, when we had a chance to cool down a little by spending the morning nursing our hangovers and avoiding each other. Finally, around two o’clock, Naomi plopped down on the couch next to me with a sigh and said heavily. “Ok. Are we going to talk about this, or what?”
I turned off the TV and prepared myself for what might be the most awkward conversation of my life. “Ok, yeah,” I said wearily. “Let’s talk.”
“So…” said Naomi with a look of distaste, “You’ve been… enjoying my old videos.”
“Yeah,” I said awkwardly, focusing on a loose thread on my shirt rather than looking her in the eyes.
“Josh… I just don’t get it, I guess,” she said, with an undercurrent of frustration running through her voice. “But then again, I never understood why those were the kind of videos that sold well in the first place. You don’t have a small dick. You just don’t! You’ve always been just right for me. And even if you did have a dick on the smaller side, which, again, you don’t, all that stuff I said in those videos was horrible. Really nasty, mean things that I didn’t believe at the time and I don’t believe now.”
I would have preferred not to have this conversation at all, but after I accidentally let it slip last night that I had been watching her videos, this was what I had signed up for. I did what I could to explain. “It’s not that I really think I have a tiny dick or something,” I said, trying not to sound too defensive. “It’s just… I don’t know, it’s something that every guy worries about every once in a while. We see porn all the time with cocks way bigger than us, and we hear the message all the time from society that bigger is better. So even for average-sized guys, those words resonate.”
“But if it makes you feel bad, then why jerk off to it?” she asked, exasperated. “I’ve told you it was all an act, and you clearly think having a small dick is a bad thing, so why subject yourself to that?”
That really was the key question. And the answer, unfortunately, was embarrassing. But at this point, my girlfriend deserved an explanation, no matter how humiliating it was. “I mean… It’s just really sexy to see a woman with that much power,” I admitted. “To have someone you are desperately attracted to look down at you, and say that you’re beneath them… I don’t know, it’s a thrill. Mean girls can be super hot.”
Naomi just closed her eyes and rubbed her temple, shaking her head in disbelief. Now I started to get a little bit frustrated.
“C’mon, babe,” I said flatly. “Don’t pretend that you’re completely above this. I saw you last night. You were turned on, too. And not to bring up the videos again, but even if your words were an act, they still turned you on. You were dripping fucking wet in every single…”
“Don’t be fucking gross, Josh,” snapped Naomi, her eyes flying open and glaring at me. Then her stiff posture relaxed a fraction, and she sighed. “But you’re not wrong. I masturbated in the shower last night after you left. As much as I hate to admit it, it is kind of a rush to have that sort of power.”
But her anger wasn’t completely gone. She crossed her arms firmly, her lips in a tight line as she said, “But that doesn’t make what you did ok. I told you those videos embarrassed me, and you watched them anyway. That was a violation of my trust. It hurts that you saw me as a sex object that way.”
It was then that I got a crazy idea—and probably a stupid one. The problem was that, as much as the conflict with Naomi pained me, I couldn’t get the crazy, erotic intensity of last night’s encounter out of my head. Once again, my stupid libido led me down a path that I would have avoided if I were smart.
“Well… maybe you should just punish me then,” I blurted out nervously. A second later, I wished I hadn’t, because the look Naomi shot me was truly withering.
“Josh… I’m not joking about this,” she warned.
“I’m not either,” I said hastily, my heart beating faster as I pushed forward, going way out on a limb for a plan I had no idea if Naomi would go for. “I was disrespectful. And you’re upset. Why not just really put me in my place? Unleash everything you’ve got on me. Disrespect me, and then we’ll be even.”
Naomi scoffed, but I was encouraged by the fact that a pink stain flushed her cheeks. “Yeah, right. What a punishment. I already know that you get off on it when I’m mean, you dork.”
“Then make me regret it,” I said, a little heat creeping into my voice. “Show me why I shouldn’t dare disrespect you again.”
Naomi looked conflicted, but I saw that she was tempted. She found the idea of being dominant hot, and it seemed like she hadn’t indulged in that kink for a long time. She pursed her lips, then gave me a thoughtful, piercing stare. “Josh…” she said carefully, “Two things. First of all, like I keep trying to tell you, I don’t care about dick size. I know it’s a way to make boys feel bad, but it doesn’t reflect my real feelings. What I’m trying to say is that small penis humiliation isn’t essential for me. There are lots of ways that I can be a little mean and bossy to you without making fun of your dick. I need to confirm this. Do you want me to just be mean to you in general? Or do you want me to make fun of your cock?”
She had a point. Just because those were the kinds of videos I had stumbled on didn’t mean we had to do that specific roleplay…But then again, there was something so raw and real about hearing Naomi make fun of my size. Especially because I knew for a fact that she had been with someone much larger in the past. Fuck… as embarrassing as it was, I didn’t just want Naomi to be mean to me… I wanted her to mock my dick just like she had in the videos. I wish I could say it wasn’t, but it absolutely was an important part of the puzzle for me.
Naomi saw the conflict play out on my face. She grabbed my hand and squeezed hard. “I’m not going to guess on this one, Josh. I need to hear you say it.”
I cleared my throat, not able to meet her eyes. “I… yeah. I want the size thing to be part of it.”
“Hm. Ok,” said Naomi. I risked a glance at her face, and she wore an odd little smile that faded as she said, “And the other thing. Probably more important. Are you sure you want to proceed? Because if I’m being honest, babe, you can be a little thin-skinned. I mean, I think that’s a big part of why those videos worked on you in the first place. If I really let you have it, are you sure that you can just let bygones be bygones and leave what I say in the bedroom?”
I laughed, but Naomi looked dead serious. “Come on, babe,” I said affectionately. “I mean, I’ve been watching those videos for like a month, and I’ve been treating you the same as always, haven’t I?”
Naomi gave me a searching look, then shrugged. “Ok, fine then. If you’re certain, let’s do it this Friday. I have a busy week at work, so I don’t know if I’ll have the energy before then.”
That was it. We had just scheduled a domination session as if it were the most natural thing in the world. We spent the rest of the day acting a little gingerly around each other, but by the end of the night, we were snuggling on the couch as if nothing had happened. As it sunk in, I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest guy in the world. I was going to get the best of both worlds: the loving girlfriend and the bratty, dominant minx I had seen Naomi perform as in her old videos. I was over the moon.
Over the course of the week, things between Naomi and me were the same as ever… almost. We usually had a couple of quickies over the course of the week, but on Tuesday night, she shut me down cold.
“Let’s wait until Friday this week,” she said with a naughty grin. Then, in a move that sent a sizzle of arousal up my spine, she leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “No jerking off either. I want you to be begging for it by Friday.”
Needless to say, by the time Friday rolled around, I found it hard to concentrate at work. I was so fucking horny I had to keep taking deep breaths and concentrating to stop myself from just walking around with a boner all day.
I went home that afternoon filled with impatience and ready for the session that my girlfriend had promised. But I figured that it would probably take a while. Naomi usually finished up with work a little later than I did, and when she got back, we would probably have to complete our usual weeknight ritual. We would relax a little while she had a cup of tea, and we talked about our day. She would decide on what we would eat, and we would either cook it or order in. Then, after digesting a little, we would get to sexy time. I had no idea how I was going to make it tonight, but Naomi also hated it if I was too pushy or demanding. It sounded like slow torture.
But all of my worry over the slow wait was for nothing. As I pulled into my parking spot at our apartment, I saw that Naomi’s car was already there. Even that mundane sight was enough to get me hard as a rock in an instant. If Naomi was home early, it could only mean one thing: she was just as eager for this experience as I was, so much so that she had taken off from work early.
I hurried inside with my stiff cock tucked up into my waistband so that no one I ran into in the hallways could see how fucking horny I was. When I reached our apartment door, I took a couple of deep breaths to calm down. I felt like a nervous virgin, unbearably horny, but also terrified at this massive sexual step. After a week of anticipation and denial, it was finally here. I unlocked the door and headed inside.
I could sense the charged atmosphere the second I stepped into the apartment. Naomi had turned off all the lights except for the lamps in the living room, dimly lighting the apartment. I was just about to call out to her when the bedroom door opened, and she emerged, taking my breath away completely.
She had undergone a transformation, and I realized now that she probably hadn’t just gotten off of work early, but instead taken the whole day off. Her hair had been dyed black again and styled back into the wolf cut she wore in college. Her nose piercing was back, too… though it might have been a clip-on replacement. To complete the look, she put on the same eyeliner-heavy makeup she had used in the videos.
But even with those changes bringing her back to her alternative look, it was hard to focus on anything other than what she was wearing. Naomi had on a skin-tight lace body suit that clung to every curve and deliciously hinted at what lay beneath without fully revealing it. All except the little pocket carved out of the crotch, of course… that showed just a glimpse of her tight little pussy while not revealing it right away.
Naomi let out a low, throaty laugh at my wide-eyed reaction, stalking across the floor toward me with a teasing grin on her face as she said, “Welcome home, loser. See something you like? Something that reminds you of your favorite spank material?”
Her nasty taunting tone felt like a live electric wire pressed directly to my cock, sending a buzz of sexual energy burning through me. It was surreal to hear her talk to me in person, just like she had in those kinky videos. It was exactly what I had dreamed about all week. “I… You look great,” I gulped lamely, unable to take my eyes off the way her hard nipples were poking up into the thin material clinging to them.
“I fucking hope I do,” said Naomi dryly. “I had to sit in a fucking salon chair for hours today just to become your porny fucking princess. You’re going to be paying me back for that tonight.”
“Thank you,” I said breathlessly as she approached to stare up at me with her luminous brown eyes, alive with mischief.
“Don’t mention it,” she said tartly, reaching up to grab my tie and using it as a leash to pull me after her toward the bedroom. “You went through your own preparation for this little rendezvous, didn’t you, sweetheart? A whole week with no love from your sweet girlfriend or your own sweaty fist…”
We reached the bed, and she pushed me back to sit on the edge. Once again, she was looking down at me with a smug, mocking smile, hip cocked and arms folded, in complete, dominant control. I felt like I was in fucking heaven, hanging onto her every bratty word.
“You must be just about ready to pop!” she teased, slowly sinking to her knees while bracing herself on my thighs. “You’re probably the hardest… and biggest that you’ve ever been after a week of denial. I wanna see. Show me the absolute biggest that you can get, honey.”
My heart was hammering in my chest as I looked down into her sharp, hungry expression. I knew exactly what was coming, and suddenly, no matter how much I had wanted it before this moment, I felt a little intimidated. Could I really handle my loving girlfriend looking at my cock and pronouncing it small and worthless?
It looked like I was about to find out, because now that we were in this roleplay, Naomi was the one in charge.
“Go on,” she prompted, her eyes glowing with bratty enthusiasm and a sharp, teasing smile painting her face. “Whip that big manly thing out. What are you afraid of, anyway? What have I always told you, sweetie? I said it’s the perfect size for me. I just love it. Right? There’s no way I could have possibly been lying.”
I had run out of other options. With shaking hands, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and Naomi helped me to ease them over my hips and down to my ankles along with my boxers. All five inches of my diamond-hard cock sprang free, pulsing with anxious lust and leaking precum.
My body buzzed with adrenaline, and my heart was in my throat as Naomi focused completely on my cock. She was face to face with it now, close enough that I could feel her warm breath on its sensitive skin. It was stupid, of course. We had had sex dozens of times. She was intimately familiar with my cock already. But, even though she had touched my dick and taken it inside her so many times, I couldn’t remember her ever studying it this closely.
Even worse, the pose and view were deliberately familiar. Naomi had taken a similar pose in many of her videos with Leo, kneeling at his feet with his cock in full view just in front of her face. For someone familiar with the videos, and with a much smaller cock, the scene was familiar… and humbling in the way I failed to live up to Leo’s role.
Naomi’s neutral, inquisitive expression slid slowly into a mocking grin as she stared at my straining cock. A little giggle built up in the back of her throat, and soon she was helpless with laughter, leaning on my knees as she stared at my cock, her face etched with disgusted amusement.
And I won’t lie, it stung. That was the point, obviously, but it affected me a lot more deeply than I thought it would because Naomi was a fantastic actress. When I looked down at her giggling face, it seemed like I saw real contempt and mockery there. Like maybe I really hadn’t been big enough for her all this time, and only now, through this roleplay, was she able to actually let her true feelings be known.
She patted me on the knee, finally managing to fight through her laughter to say, “I’m sorry, honey! It’s just…” She giggled again, a sharp, mocking sound that would have been totally out of character for her normally. “It’s just that… this is the best you can fucking do! This dinky little hard-on is just straining and throbbing and trying its hardest. It’s almost bursting out of its skin, you’re so fucking horny, and still it’s only…” She lost herself to laughter again, but held up and wiggled a pinkie finger to show what she thought of his size in a brutally effective demonstration.
I squirmed with erotic discomfort at the withering assessment. I knew that Naomi would call me inadequate today… that was what I had invited in fact. But she was a lot more convincing than I thought she would be, and it struck right to the heart of my anxiety and libido, filling me with dark, twisting arousal.
“Ok, wellllll,” said Naomi, staring up at me with bratty eyes and biting her lower lip lightly. “You’ve been jerking off to me, making fun of your tiny cock for weeks, right? I want to see. Show me how you work that baby carrot in my videos, stud.”
I knew what she wanted, but it was still humiliating to reach down with my thumb and forefinger and pinch my drooling cock between them, slowly rubbing them up and down the sides of my dick. Naomi giggled again, her sharp brown eyes glittering with avid fascination as she watched me humiliate myself for her.
“That’s right,” she said smugly. “Looks like you already know your place. Baby-dick losers like you don’t deserve to use their full fist, do they?”
She stared back up at me, and I realized with a jolt that she was expecting a response. I was used to taking this sort of abuse passively from the videos. Being forced to participate was a whole new taboo thrill.
“No…” I agreed tentatively, “I don’t deserve it.” Jerking off with just my thumb and forefinger was humiliating enough when I was doing it alone; doing it now while my girlfriend watched and laughed was twice as intense. I could already feel an orgasm building, even with the poor stimulation of just two digits, and had to slow down so that I didn’t ramp up too quickly.
“That’s right,” said Naomi smugly, resting her elbow on my knee and her chin in her hand. “This is all you deserve, to get put in your place while I tell you exactly how disappointing your worthless little dicklette is.”
Her eyes left my cock to meet my gaze, the sadistic gleam in their depths sending a sizzle of heat through my veins and a twinge of pleasure through my cock. “I mean…” she began, with a cruel, lazy smile spreading across her face. “What’s a girl even supposed to do with a runty little pee-pee like this? Can’t even fit two hands on it. It’s less than a mouthful. And don’t even get me started on sex. Do you know how awful it is to have sex with a tiny guy like you, loser?”
I shook my head with a shuddering breath, feeling genuinely stung even while a part of me knew this was all just an act. I didn’t always make Naomi cum, but it must have been at least every other time we had sex. She couldn’t possibly be as unsatisfied as she was implying. “N-no… tell me,” I said, my voice rough with pleasure as my thumb and forefinger pumped humiliatingly up and down my stiff, leaking cock.
“Girls don’t say this to tiny little boys like you,” said Naomi with a smirk, staring back down at my dick as I jerked it between thumb and finger, “because they don’t want to hurt your feelings. But pleasure comes from that stretch, you know? That feeling of being stuffed tight by a thick cock. A tiny cock just can’t give that to you. No matter how much a pin-dicked loser like you humps and sweats, they just don’t have the tool for the job. Guys below six inches don’t even deserve pussy to be honest.”
I was struck dumb at this. Hearing my girlfriend pronounce me unworthy of having sex, not just with her, but with anybody, was a punch to the gut, acting or no. A fresh dribble of precum welled up, dripping from the head of my cock and wetting my thumb and forefinger further as Naomi watched with cruel delight. I hated and loved the teasing at the same time, burning with a potent blend of humiliation and lust.
“But… you are my boyfriend, so maybe I should give you a little more than a typical shrimp dick,” said Naomi with a sigh. “What do you think, loser? Should I give you a chance to prove yourself worthy of a pity fuck?”
“Yes!” I gasped, “Please, babe, let me fuck you!” I begged, my fingers never stopping. At this point, any sort of proof that she was just teasing and actually liked me would be welcome, even if her bratty insults were getting me off.
“Sure,” said Naomi, getting up swiftly and motioning for me to stand as she lay back on the bed, “Let’s see if you… measure up.” Once again, it struck me how incredibly beautiful my girlfriend was. Her curvy body looked absolutely mouthwatering beneath the skin-tight lace, and I ached to run my hands over every inch of her. But I knew that wasn’t my role right now. She was in control, and she had decided that I wasn’t worthy.
I didn’t know what she meant by “measure up”, but it didn’t take long to find out. As I watched, Naomi reached down between her luscious thighs and gripped her lace bodysuit tight right where it opened up above her crotch. Then, with a little effort, she tore the gauzy black material, exposing her flat, sexy tummy.
My blood was rushing in my ears as I stared down at my girlfriend, lying back in a seductive pose, the stiff nipples on her softly splayed breasts broadcasting her intense arousal. Her fingers trailed teasingly over her heaving tummy… and what she had drawn there. She had recreated it. The scale from my favorite video. A line with ruler ticks stretched up from the top of her pussy all the way up to just beneath her belly button, with comments written periodically at different levels. “Ew.” was at the very bottom, just above her blushing, moist pussy lips. The scale continued up through “Yawn,” “Almost,” “Deeper,” and finally to three stylized hearts at the very top.
“Come on, sweetheart,” purred Naomi, spreading her legs wide to display her flushed, dripping pussy. “I just know that you must have enjoyed this video. You’re exactly the kind of loser that likes being put precisely in his place. So step right up. Let’s see how you compare. You know that Leo reached the very top. Let’s see how far you can get.”
I tore the rest of my clothes off and pressed forward, half-eager, half-fearful, and completely aroused. I had been in this position many times between my girlfriend’s thick, welcoming thighs… except this time wasn’t an invitation to fuck. It was an invitation to judgment. Naomi used a foot to push me back a little with a contemptuous laugh when I got too eager. “No cheating, shrimp-dick! The base of your cock needs to start right where my entrance is. We need an accurate view of exactly how deep you reach.”
Somehow, the ranking on this scale seemed all-important. Like it would determine my worth as a man. I held my breath as I lay my cock down over my girlfriend’s hot, wet pussy, feeling her hot skin beneath my cock, trembling with lust as she stared up at me with a blushing face and a bitten lip, her arousal just as obvious as mine.
My cock reached a little higher than the mark reading “Ew” at the very bottom, but fell short of the next mark up that read “Yawn.” I let out a little puff of breath at the humiliating sight as Naomi looked down, giggling, at how far short I had fallen of the biggest cock she had ever fucked. My dick throbbed with powerful masochistic arousal as I saw exactly how inadequate I was.
Namoi reached to the side, picking up a sharpie she had waiting on the bedside table and forcing it into my hand. “Mark your length, Josh,” she said with a wicked grin. “I want a record of exactly how short you fell.”
I did as I was told, uncapping the marker and drawing a line on the tender skin of my girlfriend’s lower belly where the tip of my cock had reached. I started to recap the marker, but Naomi stopped me. “Not so fast, loser. We need to write something, don’t we? Just to sum up exactly how I feel about your disappointing dick.” She stared me right in the eyes and relished every syllable as she said, “Write ‘Not Enough’.”
Shaking with the intense adrenaline and arousal of my humiliation, I did as I was told, writing the humiliating assessment in shaky handwriting across her soft skin. She giggled and wriggled a little at the ticklish sensation, staring up at me with obvious enjoyment and arousal at my discomfort.
Not knowing what else to do and needing to cum more badly than I ever had in my life, I got into position above her, moving between her legs and grabbing my cock to insert into her clearly wet and ready pussy. After all, she was clearly horny. I figured that at this point, we could stop the humiliating roleplay and just fuck.
But Naomi was having none of it. He planted a foot on my chest and pushed me back again, making me unbalanced and nearly shoving me off the bed as she laughed. “Have you even been listening, loser? What did I tell you to write on the scale?”
“I… I just…” I stuttered lamely, my mouth hanging open and my throbbing cock held uselessly in my hand.
“You seriously can’t be this fucking dumb. What did you just… fucking… write?” asked Naomi in a nasty snarl, looking like an evil temptress as she lounged back on the bed, her legs still spread to display the pussy she had just denied me.
“Not enough,” I said, the shame swirling through my body like painfully hot mist.
“That’s fucking right,” purred my girlfriend. “Did you think I was fucking joking? I don’t want that runty dicklette anywhere near my pussy. I’ll admit that I’m a little turned on from putting a loser like you in his place, but not enough to let you stick that little thing in me. No… I think that instead, I’m going to make you apologize for having such a disappointing cock with that mouth of yours. Get down here.”
Before I could even react, she had slung her ankles around my neck and began pulling me down between her thighs. I didn’t resist. It felt right to sink, bowing my head to serve her pussy in the only way I was worthy to. I nuzzled up to her hot, wet cunt and kissed it tenderly before slipping my tongue between her juicy lips, licking and sucking and servicing her the best I could while my unwanted cock hung stiff and dripping and useless between my thighs.
“That’s a good little loser,” hissed Naomi roughly above me, gripping a handful of my hair and pulling me closer, rubbing her hot, slick sex against my submissive face. “Fuck, at least you have half a chance of getting me off this way…”
She let out a cruel, pleasure-tinged laugh as my tongue wriggled deeper into her tight sex. “But I know what you’re thinking… ‘Hey, but what about all those times we fucked before? You told me you liked it!” I hung on her every word. She was right, that had been exactly what I had been thinking a moment ago. As she pulled me tight within her thighs, her cruel taunts sank into my heart, deepening and intensifying my humiliation.
“I mean, of course I told you that,” moaned the brat writhing beneath me. “How could a relationship work out if the guy knows his cock is completely worthless to me? I mean, you make good money, and you look nice enough for me to take you places, so it seemed like a small price to pay to lie to you and tell you your dick was adequate.”
My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest as my deepest insecurities and fears came to life inside me. But by this point, no matter how painful her words were, I had been primed to find her cutting taunts erotic. I felt like I would have cum the second I got inside her… if she had actually considered me worthy. Naomi gripped my head in both hands and started really grinding hard into my face, rubbing her wet heat all over me. “But I’ve got to thank you for this opportunity, dearest,” she said in a breathy, mocking voice. “Now I have the opportunity to stop living a lie and tell you you’re a shrimp-dicked loser right to your face!” I could tell by the tension in her body and the power she put behind her rolling hips that she was about to cum. Fuck… my girlfriend was about to cum from telling me I was worthless and she had never liked my cock. Was it even possible for someone to act this well?
“I… faked… every single orgasm,” she moaned, her fingers painfully tight in my hair as she crested toward climax. “But I’m not going to fake this one. I’m going to cum all over your loser face while I tell you… Oh Goooddddd, while I tell you how fucking worthless you are!” Her words cut off in a deep, powerful moan while her thighs trembled around my ears. Just like she said, she was cumming, and either she was telling the truth about all the other orgasms I had given her being fake, or this one was far more powerful than any she had ever had from my cock, because she was practically howling with pleasure, her back arching up off the bed as she shoved her hot cunt onto my face.
Finally, she fell back to the mattress and released my head, panting with exertion and release… but I was still unsatisfied. My cock throbbed with unfulfilled desire as I sat back, shiny-faced, eyes glazed over with submissive lust. Naomi stared at me for a minute, her chest heaving and her hard nipples jutting upward into the lacy material covering them.
Then her face broke into her mocking grin once again. The show still wasn’t over. I had asked her to really put me in my place, and she wouldn’t consider that offer fulfilled until I came exactly how I wanted. She turned over, grinning over at me and kicking her feet up in the air as she set her chin in her hands, her perfect ass jiggling with the movements beneath the gauzy black lace.
“Stroke for me,” she commanded.
“Wait, Naomi,” I said hesitantly. “Time out. Maybe we should just…”
“Shut up, loser,” she said with a sneer. “You said I was in charge today, and I want to see you waste those pathetic genes while I tell you exactly how worthless you are. I won’t tell you again. Stroke.”
I couldn’t disobey her, not this far down the rabbit hole of submission and humiliation. I sat back on the bed under her pitiless gaze, pinching my cock between my thumb and finger and jacking furiously.
“I should have known that you would enjoy those videos,” said Naomi with a sneer. “You always were a little bitch, weren’t you,u Josh? And I always had to be the nice, supportive girlfriend, saying that everything was fine. That your whiny feelings were valid… that your cock was ohmygosh, just the perfect size to make me cum!”
She let out a nasty laugh. Not a performative giggle this time, but a genuine chuckle that almost sounded like her natural laugh. “But you knew it all along, didn’t you? That’s what drew you to those videos in the first place. You knew deep down that you were worthless. That your cock wasn’t enough for someone like me. I want to hear you say it. Admit to me that you’re worthless.”
I couldn’t handle her mocking eyes and the pressure of my fantasy’s dark fulfillment. I closed my eyes and whispered the words while my fingers sped up and down my slippery shaft.
“I… I’m worthless.”
“Good boy. Now I’m going to give you a countdown. You like those, don’t you? And when I say zero, you’re going to prove to both of us what a pathetic, shrimp-dicked loser you really are. Ready?”
“Y-yes, dear.”
“Ten…”
“Nine… Open your fucking eyes, loser. I want you to see the woman whom you’ve been disappointing for years when you cum.”
I opened my eyes to see that Naomi was on her back again, rubbing her juicy pussy in slow, deep circles as she watched my humiliation.
“Eight…”
“Seven… It feels good to finally admit what a worthless, tiny dick you have, doesn’t it, babe?”
“Fuck… yeah. Yeah, it feels good,” I panted. It was partially true, partially a lie. I had never felt perverse sexual pleasure like I did in this moment, even as my sense of masculinity was being utterly eviscerated. My cock was twitching in my fingers, desperate to cum.
“Six… good. Then say it. Say “my dick isn’t good enough.” Naomi’s fingers were rubbing on her pussy faster and faster, and her chest was heaving with passion. She was getting off on this, too. We were locked into a twisted, toxic spiral of dominance and submission, and the only way out was through.
“My dick isn’t good enough,” I gasped. The words burned as they came out of me, but waves of pleasure were radiating outward from my cock. At this point, I was a slave to the pleasure. I would have said anything that helped me cum.
“Five…”
“Four… that’s right. You can’t satisfy me. I need a real man. So now that the cards are on the table, I’m sure you won’t mind if I just… get my fix every once in a while. You know, I still have Leo’s number…” said Naomi in a moaning purr, her eyes glinting with teasing malice.
I couldn’t even believe what she was saying, but it blended with the awful, incredible, sexy, emasculating torrent of pleasure and pain that was roaring through me. I let out a sound that was halfway between a grunt of pain and a moan of pleasure, and watched as Naomi basked in my pain and humiliation, roaring toward orgasm even faster herself.
” Three… Are you about to cum? Good. I want to see you waste those worthless genes all over yourself. Two… You’re never going to touch this pussy with that pathetic baby carrot again. I hope you know that. One… get ready now… show me that big, thick loser load you’ve built up from being denied and humiliated…” Her voice was getting rougher and higher as she cruised toward her second orgasm, her body arching up toward the feeling of her finger and wet noises coming from the furious fingers buried between her thighs. But despite the clear pleasure she was feeling, her deep brown eyes never left mine as she counted down to my release.
“Zero. Cum for me. Show me that worthless sperm, pindick.”
I came right on cue. My stomach muscles contracted so hard from the first cumshot that it felt like a massive cramp. A thick load of cum rocketed out of my cock, splashing upward onto my chest, covering me with the hot, sticky proof of my masochistic perversion. As I came all over myself, Naomi dissolved into orgasm again, her toes curling and her thighs shaking with the intensity of her climax as she took in my pathetic display.
For a second, I sat there, stunned, dripping with my own cum, then I collapsed back onto the bed, utterly drained emotionally. Post-nut clarity began to hit me, harder than it ever had before in my life. I hadn’t just sat back as my girlfriend deeply insulted and disrespected me; I had gotten off on it. The disrespect was what made me cum.
I heard Naomi get up and head to the bathroom, and I assumed she was going to a shower without a word. Ignoring me like the loser that I was. I was actually surprised when she came right back with a damp towel and began wiping away the cum I had splattered all over myself, a huge, goofy smile on her face.
“That,” she said with satisfaction, leaning down to give me a warm kiss, “Was really fucking fun! I forgot how hot it is just to be a total bitch and order guys around in bed. What a rush! Was it good for you, too? Everything you fantasized about?”
I gave her the best version of a smile I could muster. “Yeah,” I said, telling the truth, but not the whole truth. “Yeah, that was exactly what I imagined.”
…
I wish I could say there was a happy ending to this story. I mean, a girl with a hidden dominant streak and a guy with a hidden submissive streak. A match made in heaven, right? At first, we both thought so too.
But things fell apart after that. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. It was completely my fault. I can own up to that. I wasn’t able to handle the full force of Naomi’s teasing in person. After that night, a sneaking part of my subconscious kept whispering that Naomi had been telling the truth during that domination session, and our normal, loving relationship was the lie.
I suspected, against all evidence, that she looked down on me. That she was laughing and sneering behind my back at my tiny, worthless cock. Normal sex became difficult for me thanks to my own insecurities, and every time she went out alone, I suspected her of meeting up with another guy with a bigger cock.
I couldn’t talk to her about it either, because I had sworn that I wasn’t thin-skinned and that I could handle a little roleplay. But maybe I should have tried anyway. Maybe things could have worked out.
By the time we broke up, Naomi knew what the problem was anyway. She gave me an angry little lecture as she packed her bags, the only closure I ever got from her. I half-expected her to angrily tell me as a parting shot that I really was too small for her, and that my insecure “small dick energy” just proved that losers with tiny dicks weren’t worth the effort.
But what she told me was almost worse. She told me that my dick size had never, ever been a problem. That she would have been just as turned on by any type of dominance play, and that the only reason she had talked about the SPH stuff was that I wanted it.
I was left with that in my cold, lonely apartment where I used to share a life with her. It had been in my head the whole time, just like Naomi had said from the beginning. Only guys obsess about dick size, and I had gotten so wrapped up in that obsession that I had sabotaged my relationship.
I still watched the videos for years afterward, even after I started dating other people again. They tore me to shreds emotionally, but nothing got me off in quite the same way. Eventually, I stopped when I met a different girl who I thought might be the one, the girl I’m still dating now. Once bitten, twice shy. Kinks are fun, but you really need to know your limits.
I still think about Naomi and that night sometimes. I haven’t really kept track of her, but I think she’s engaged to someone now. I sort of hope, for his sake, that he never stumbles on her old videos. Or if he does, I hope he has the good sense not to watch them.
But then again, maybe he has a massive dick, and they wouldn’t work on him at all.
The End.
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