The Small Dick Club: SPH-THEMED STORIES

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Part 2…

The minutes drag on like hours, my tiny dick throbbing in my fingers as I edge myself on the couch, the photo of her creampied pussy burned into my mind. The living room feels stifling, the scent of my own arousal hanging heavy in the air. I glance at the clock—half an hour since her last message.

My phone sits silent beside me, mocking my wait, but deep down, I know she’s not done. She’s out there, owning the night, turning my jealousy into this twisted fuel that keeps me hard and desperate.

Then it buzzes again, a video call popping up without warning. My heart slams against my ribs as I answer, the screen filling with her face, flushed, lips swollen from whatever she’s been doing, that seductive smile promising more torment.

The video call flickers slightly from the dingy apartment building downtown where my wife is holed up for her wild night, the dim lighting casting shadows over the rumpled bed and peeling wallpaper. She’s not home with me, that’s for sure; instead, she’s making her little dick husband watch every second as her pussy engulfs a thick cock, the wet suction sound crackling through the phone speaker.

Her moans escalate, raw and desperate, as he pounds into her with brutal force, his hips driving hard and fast. The sight of her body taking him so fully, so eagerly, sends a jolt of electricity through me. My hand trembles, stroking my tiny dick faster, aching to be the one being humiliated next.

I can’t help but imagine myself in his place, feeling that massive cock stretching and filling me, hearing her moans of pleasure echo in my ears through the tinny audio. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I silently beg her, my eyes pleading through the screen, to make me lick her dripping cunt, to let me taste the evidence of his dominance.

She senses my desperation, her eyes locking with mine through the camera lens from that seedy downtown spot. With a wicked smile, she leans forward, her breasts swaying, and whispers, “Soon, pet. I promise I’ll make you suffer.”

Her words send a thrill through my veins, and I know I’m at her mercy, waiting for her following command, trapped alone at home while she revels in this filthy hookup.

He continues to fuck her with relentless force, his broad shoulders glistening with sweat, his muscles rippling with each thrust, all broadcast live from the cramped apartment. She meets him with equal fervor, her curvy body undulating, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, milking every inch of him. The bed creaks with the force of their passion, and I can almost feel the vibrations through the phone, imagining it’s my own body being ravaged by her lust from afar.

My strokes become erratic, my breath coming in short gasps, as I watch her ride him, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream. The sight of her pleasure, so intense and uninhibited, pushes me closer to the edge. I want to be there, to feel her nails digging into my back as she rides me, to hear her moans of satisfaction as I fill her with my pathetic little dick.

But she’s not done yet. She opens her eyes, her gaze intense and commanding, and with a flick of her finger, she silences him, stopping his thrusts. He looks confused for a moment, but then his eyes land on me through the screen, and understanding dawns. He steps back, giving her space, as she climbs on top, positioning herself over his massive cock.

“Watch this, cuck,” she purrs, her voice low and seductive over the video call. “I’m going to ride this beast like the slut I am, and you’re going to love every second of it from your lonely spot at home.”

She lowers herself onto him, her pussy lips stretching to accommodate his girth, and with a groan, he fills her. She leans back, her hands braced on his chest, and begins to ride him slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.

“See how easily he fills me?” she teases, her voice laced with cruelty and desire. “Imagine that cock stretching your tight little asshole. Imagine the way it would make you scream.”

Her words are like a knife, slicing through my already fragile ego, but I can’t look away. The sight of her transfixes me, her body moving in perfect rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each stroke, all from that dingy downtown hideaway.

I stroke myself faster, my tiny dick throbbing in my fist, as I imagine her words coming true. I see myself on all fours, my ass presented to her, as she prepares to fuck me with that massive cock. The thought sends me spiraling, and I beg silently, my voice hoarse with need, for her to make it a reality.

She senses my desperation, and with a cruel smile, she leans forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, and whispers, “Soon, my pet. First, I want you to watch me take this cock in every hole. Then, I’ll decide what to do with you.”

The room falls silent except for the wet sounds of their bodies connecting, her moans of pleasure mingling with his grunts of effort, filtering through the phone from the apartment. I’m lost in a world of humiliation and desire, my strokes becoming frantic, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I’m at her mercy, waiting for her next move, craving the pain and pleasure of her dominance.

The words hang in the air between us, her promise twisting like a knife in my gut, fueling the fire of my humiliation. I can’t hold back anymore. My free hand clutches the phone tighter, my face inches from the screen, eyes wide and pleading as I stare at her riding that massive cock in the dim light of the dingy apartment.

“Please,” I whisper hoarsely into the microphone, my voice breaking with desperation. “Let me join you. I need to taste your dripping pussy, to lick every drop of him from you. Let me prove my love for you.”

The words spill out, raw and needy, my tiny dick twitching in my fist as I stroke it slowly, savoring the ache of denial.

She pauses mid-ride, her curvy hips stilling for a moment as she looks directly into the camera, her eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. Sweat beads on her forehead, her full breasts heaving with each breath, nipples hard and begging for attention. The other man’s cock is buried deep inside her, her pussy lips stretched tight around his girth, juices glistening on his shaft where it disappears into her.

She smirks, that cruel, knowing curve of her lips that always makes my stomach flip with shame and lust. “Oh, pet,” she purrs, her voice husky from the fucking, echoing through the phone’s speaker. “You think you deserve to join? To lap up his cum from my well-fucked cunt like the pathetic little cuck you are? No, you’re staying right there, home alone, watching me get what you can’t give.”

Her words hit me like a slap, but they only make my cock throb harder, the humiliation flooding my veins with heat. I nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, my hand moving faster on my tiny dick, the skin slick with my own precum. The room around me feels too quiet, too empty, compared to the raw sounds coming from her end, the wet slap of skin on skin as she starts moving again, slower now, teasing me with the view.

“Tell him to fuck me harder,” she commands suddenly, turning her head to the muscular man beneath her.

His broad shoulders tense, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force, but he waits for her lead.

“Please, sir, fuck my wife harder. Make her pussy scream for the camera so that I can hear every thrust,” I shouted.

He grunts in response, his eyes flicking briefly to the screen where I’m watching, a smirk tugging at his lips as if he knows exactly what a joke I am. Without another word, he flips her onto her back with effortless strength, the bed frame groaning under his weight in that seedy downtown spot.

He slams into her then, his thick cock pistoning in and out of her soaked pussy with brutal intensity. Her moans erupt immediately, loud and unrestrained, filling my ears like a symphony of betrayal.

“Yes! Fuck me like he never could!” she cries, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

The camera shakes slightly as she adjusts it on the nightstand, giving me a perfect view of his ass flexing with each powerful thrust, his balls slapping against her ass. Her pussy squelches obscenely, creamy arousal coating his shaft, dripping down to soak the sheets. I can smell it almost, the musky scent of their sex invading my imagination, making my mouth water with envy.

My hand flies over my tiny dick now, stroking faster, the friction burning deliciously as tremors rack my body. I’m alone, jerking off to my wife getting railed by a real man, his cock so much bigger, so much better than mine. But the ache is exquisite, pushing me toward the edge. I tremble, my breath hitching, whispering pleas into the void.

“Please, let me cum… Let me taste you…” I beg.

But she ignores me, lost in her pleasure, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails on his sweat-slicked skin.

“Look at you,” she gasps between moans, her eyes locking back on the screen, piercing me with her gaze. “Stroking that pathetic babydick while a real cock destroys my pussy. You’re nothing but a joke, aren’t you? Cum for me now, cuck. Spill your worthless load alone, while I let him fill me up.”

Her mockery slices deep, her voice dripping with dominance as she grinds against him, her clit rubbing his pelvis with each brutal plunge. The other man growls, his thrusts turning savage, pounding her into the mattress, her tits bouncing wildly.

I can’t hold back. Her words shatter me, and with a choked sob, I cum hard, ropes of thin semen spurting onto my stomach, my tiny dick pulsing weakly in my grip. The orgasm rips through me, leaving me shaking, humiliated tears mixing with the sweat on my face. She’s still getting fucked, her moans peaking as he drives deeper, her pussy clenching visibly around his cock. I collapse back against the chair, spent and empty, my chest heaving as I watch her through half-lidded eyes, craving whatever cruel command she’ll throw at me next.

She laughs breathlessly, the sound cruel and intoxicating over the line. “Good boy. Now clean yourself up and wait. Make sure you eat all that useless jizz you just shot, loser. I might let you taste this mess when I get home… Or maybe I’ll make you watch me fuck another guy first.”

The video call continues, her body arching as he keeps hammering away, and I lie there, broken and yearning, but addicted to my wife’s control.

Her laughter fades into a gasp as the other man picks up his pace again, his muscular hips slamming forward with renewed fury. The video feed shakes with the force of it, her curvy body jolting on the stained sheets of that dingy apartment bed. I sit there, my chest still heaving from my pathetic release, the thin ropes of cum cooling on my groin like a badge of shame.

My tiny dick twitches weakly in my hand, spent but already stirring at the sight of her pussy devouring his thick shaft, stretched wide and glistening with her arousal. The humiliation burns deep, a twisted ache that makes me crave more, even as tears blur my vision.

I can’t ignore her command. “Clean yourself up,” she said.

My fingers, still slick from stroking, dip into the mess on my skin. I scoop up the first glob of my own jizz, warm and sticky, bringing it to my lips. The taste hits me, salty, bitter, utterly degrading, as I lick it off my trembling fingers. A shiver runs through me, my face flushing hot with embarrassment.

I gather more, every drop I can find, swiping across my groin until my hand is coated. I suck it clean, swallowing hard, the lump sliding down my throat like an admission of defeat. My stomach churns, but my dick stirs again, the cuckolding fueling a dark hunger.

“Please,” I whisper into the phone, my voice hoarse and broken, eyes locked on her bouncing tits through the screen. “Laugh at me. Tell me how pathetic I am, eating my own worthless cum while you fuck him.”

The words tumble out, desperate, my free hand clutching the sheets as I watch his balls slap against her ass with each brutal thrust. The wet sounds echo, her pussy squelching around his enormous cock, and I imagine the scent, musky, potent, nothing like my weak seed.

She hears me, her head tilting back toward the camera mid-moan, her lips curling into a wicked grin. “Oh god, look at you,” she taunts, her voice breathy but sharp, cutting through the grunts of her bull. “Licking up your sad little squirt like a desperate puppy. That’s all you’ll ever get, isn’t it? While this real man’s cock rearranges my guts.”

Her laughter erupts then, cruel and echoing over the line, mixing with the slap of flesh. It’s intoxicating, that mocking sound wrapping around my heart like chains, pulling me deeper into her control.

I swallow the last drop, my tongue darting out to catch a stray bit on my lip, nodding frantically as shame floods me. “Yes,” I murmur, barely audible. “I’m pathetic for you.”

The other man growls low in his throat, his broad shoulders flexing as he grips her thighs harder, spreading her wider for the camera. His thrusts turn erratic, deeper, the head of his cock bullying into her depths with savage force. She’s lost in it now, her nails digging into his back, but she keeps her eyes on me, that dominant gleam never fading.

“Watch this, cuck,” she hisses, her voice rising with pleasure. “Watch him make me cum like you never could.”

Then it hits them.

On the video, her body seizes first, her back arching off the bed like she’s been electrocuted. Her moans shatter into screams, raw and animalistic, her pussy clenching visibly around his pistoning cock. Juices squirt out with each withdrawal, soaking his shaft and balls, dripping down her ass crack to the sheets.

She’s convulsing, thighs quaking, tits heaving as waves of orgasm rip through her.

The bull follows seconds later, his muscular frame locking up, veins bulging on his neck as he roars. His hips stutter, burying deep one final time, and I see it, his cock pulsing, flooding her cunt with thick ropes of jizz. It’s massive, overflowing almost immediately, creamy white leaking out around his girth as he pumps more in, her walls milking him greedily.

I’m flabbergasted, mouth agape, staring at the screen in stunned awe. Their bodies rock and shake like they’re having seizures, locked together in ecstatic fury. Her legs kicking wildly, his ass clenching with each spurt. She cums all over his enormous cock, her arousal mixing with his load in a sloppy, obscene flood that trickles down her thighs.

The sight twists something in me, envy and lust crashing together, my tiny dick hardening painfully again despite the fresh humiliation. How can they go so hard, so completely? It’s everything I’m not, raw power, unbridled release, while I’m home alone, tasting my own inadequacy.

She collapses against him, panting, but her eyes find mine through the haze, smirking triumphantly. “See that?” she whispers, voice wrecked from screaming. “That’s what a real orgasm looks like. Now stay hard for me, pet. I’m not done yet.”

The bull pulls out slowly, his cock slick and semi-hard, a gush of cum following, pooling between her spread legs. She dips her fingers in it, scooping some up and licking it clean with a moan, never breaking eye contact.

My hand drifts back to my little dick, stroking tentatively. The phone call ends. The video feed is lost. I sigh, wondering what fresh torment my beautiful but slutty wife has in store for me next.

To Be Continued…

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