My Sweetly Dominating Shemale Wife (Gay/Sissy SPH)

By AnOddCrush.

‘This apartment has great water pressure,’ I thought to myself with relief. The hot water on my back felt amazing after my long night.

I didn’t know what had gotten into my wife, but she’d wanted to have sex over and over, and now my poor butt was paying the price. It was sore, and I could feel dry, crusty cum chafing my abused anus.

Sighing and feeling a little like it was a chore, I squirted some body wash onto my fingers and carefully applied it to my buttcrack. Quickly, I felt some of last night’s caked-on cum wash away, allowing me to rub a little more firmly.

I could feel how tender everything was back there, so I didn’t want to linger, but as last night’s memories flitted through my mind, my finger went from cleaning to probing, and I reluctantly felt my dick stir.

Quickly, I pulled my hand back and looked down at my penis. “No!” I told it sternly. “You start with that shit, and she’ll come in here and wreck me. I know you get off in the end, but it’s not as pleasant for the rest of us, buddy.”

As if called by magic, I heard the bathroom door open, and I looked up in a panic.

A dark curtain of hair popped itself in, then turned as my wife peeked in. “You are showering?” she asked innocently as her eyes made contact with mine, giving me a sweet smile. She was always charming after getting laid.

“Obviously,” I said, a little grumpily.

This did nothing to deter her.

“Oh, don’t be like that, babe,” she cooed sweetly. “I just need to use the bathroom, I promise.”

I opened the already clear shower door and stuck my head out for effect. “Mmm,” I harrumphed, dragging out the word.

Giggling and ignoring my grumpiness, she quickly ran to the toilet. My eyes naturally skipped her small boobs and gravitated to the big, swinging sausage between her legs. On her thin frame, it looked particularly thick and meaty. I haven’t been masochistic enough to measure it, but I knew it was longer than my whole hand when it was limp and much bigger when it wasn’t.

As she walked past, my sight was treated to another of her well-endowed parts — her ass. It was pretty perfect. Years of squats, glute bridges, and eating bread gave her a fat, meaty ass. She bent to put the seat down — fuck, I’d left it up again — and her globes spread slightly, almost giving me a glimpse of her butthole.

Everything in order, she turned quickly and sat on the toilet, catching me staring. She smirked but didn’t say anything.

“… shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything,” she chirped, a loud horse piss of a stream contrasting her high voice.

Both of us ignored the noise: I was slightly intimidated, and she was comfortable with me. She tilted her head and spoke more seriously. “Are you actually OK, though? I’m sorry if I was too rough on you…”

“Yeah, I’m OK, just sore,” I admitted, feeling bad for being a jerk.

She hummed. “Anything I can do?”

I smiled, touched at how sweet she always was, even when I wasn’t. “You can stay and talk to me?”

“Of course! I can join you and talk in there,” she suggested, flushing the toilet and walking over to me.

All my guilt disappeared. “Kristen! No!”

She grinned and rolled her eyes. “I won’t try anything. I already promised,” she ignored me, opening the shower door and stepping in. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she moaned, closing her eyes as the water hit her back.

I groaned but made space for her in the small shower, her happiness thawing my mood a bit.

Then I heard a giggle and followed her now-opened eyes. She looked down between our bodies to where our dicks were conspicuously contrasting. Hers was big and hanging, mine small and sticking out, limp but too small to droop.

“Hmm,” was all she said, but I could hear the humor in her voice. I couldn’t look away if I wanted, the sight making my stomach drop even after all these years. To this day, I still feel jealousy and humiliation when I look at the difference in our penis size. The only difference was that now my feelings were deeply intertwined with sexual attraction and arousal.

Wholly against my will, my little stub of a dick twitched visibly, causing my wife to bite her lip to hide a smile.

After a few more moments to let my humiliation wallow, she raised her eyes and beamed at me. “I know! Let me make it up to you. I’ll give you a nice back massage.”

I gave her an unimpressed look. Our dialogue was practically written in a porn studio.

“Just turn around,” she rolled her eyes again, forcefully turning me. “A beautiful girl offers you a back massage, and you get all bitchy…”

Not always being dumb, I did as she said and gave her my back. The small space made my hip and buttcheeks hit her dick as I turned, and I gave her a quick warning look behind my shoulder as I settled.

“Shh.” She started to knead my sore back muscles. “Let mama take care of you.”

I barely heard her corny words as her ministrations started loosening my muscles. “Oh man,” I sighed, deflating like a balloon. “Even my back is sore…”

“Sorry, love,” she cooed, kissing my back.

For a while, I zoned out, entirely into the firm, heavenly touch of her palms and fingers and the soothing spray of the water. From the very start of our relationship, she knew how to touch me. She always knew when to be firm and when to be soft. I was putty in her hands. I knew I’d be ready to do anything and everything she wanted if I wasn’t so sore.

I didn’t even mind when her hands took a seemingly natural path back to my butt and started kneading the sore globes. They were just as painful as my anus, repeatedly tired from my squatting up and down as I impaled myself on her standing rod. At one point last night, she’d settled on a chair and said to “sit” on her. With her holding her cock straight out, it was clear the only place it would go was in me. So I did as she wanted, as I always did, and worked my ass up and down while she sat back and enjoyed.

With a shake of my head, I banished those thoughts before telepathically waking her beast.

I slowly became aware of a third point of contact with my butt and looked over my shoulder curiously.

My stomach dropped.

That was her dick touching me. Her huge, straight as an arrow, hard as a rock dick.

“Kristen!” I gasped.

“Sorry, sorry!”

I groaned. “Kristen, I’m so sore… I can’t…”

“Sorry!” she bit her lip. “It was just your ass… it’s so thick.”

“Kristen!” I groaned again.

“Sorry!” she apologized, putting her hands up as if innocent. “You don’t have to do anything. You can ignore it.”

Her dick was so hard it had to be pointed to the side because it wouldn’t fit between us, and it was pushing on my hip. “How do I ignore this!?” I demonstrated by trying to move it off me. It barely moved a few inches. When I let go, it snapped back, hitting my hip with a loud thump and getting a moan from her.

“Mm, that felt pretty good,” she giggled. “Seriously, don’t worry. It’ll go away eventually.”

My eyes were glued to her giant battering ram. “But I also can’t just leave you all hard…”

My hand started caressing her shaft as if it had a mind of its own. My index finger traced the veins along her skin, the blue and the raised ones.

My dick was hard and throbbing now. At its entire length, it was tiny even by usual human standards, let alone next to the massive behemoth of a cock it was standing next to. Though I never dared to measure her dick–I didn’t want to find out exactly how many times bigger than mine it was–I had measured my dick as a teenager.

The google answer to: ‘Is a three-inch penis above average?’ was unfortunately optimistic and bound for much mocking on the internet. Fortunately, I had grown half an inch since then and could officially be out of ‘micropenis’ territory.

Still, I did have a tiny dick.

Her face blocked my view of our dicks as she leaned in to kiss me tenderly. Her lips were wet from the shower, and I tasted the water as her upper lip pried mine open. I could–and have–kissed these lips for hours. They were so soft and full, and I loved pulling on them with my lips; she beat me to this as she pulled away, taking my lower lip with her.

Our eyes made intense eye contact, and my arousal increased. As my breathing picked up, my hand slid up to fondle the head of her cock, which seemed to fill my whole palm as hers reached up to stroke my face. Her thumb slowly stroked my open lips, and I knew what she wanted.

It’s the same thing I want.

I slowly sank to my knees.

Some water sprayed me in the face, and she shifted slightly so that her back protected the stream from hitting me.

I wiped at my eyes, and our eye contact was broken, leaving my eyes free to drop down to her cock.

Just like her ass, it was pretty perfect. It was long and thick enough that my fingers could barely touch it as I wrapped my hand around it. Her pubic mound had a very short, well-trimmed layer of hair. She used to shave religiously back before we married, but now she buzzes it whenever the hairs get in my mouth.

My eyes traveled down to her shaft, which was ramrod straight (though it seemed to like me more than girls). It was littered with thick veiny bumps but had a consistent girth up to its head.

Finally, my eyes feasted on the crowning jewel of her glorious cock. A wide, perfectly shaped helmet that flared out, thicker than the rest of her dick. It was thick, visibly throbbing, and was pointing right at my mouth.

My mouth watered, and I dove right in, shoving the entire head of her cock in my mouth.

It was delicious.

It tasted like skin, I guess, and maybe a little bit of salty precum, but it felt amazing. The texture of her cockhead sliding along my mouth and the inside of my cheeks was so erotic it made me moan.

I started by keeping my head still and sliding my tongue around her, licking slowly but firmly, letting her taste permeate my mouth. I explored with my tongue, ignoring all senses but the taste and touch as my tongue felt its way across every detail of the head.

The tip of my tongue felt along the bottom of her head, where the skin was tight as it connected with the shaft. Then I snaked it along the sides. I could feel along the flared ridges, which were a bit bumpier but softer and spongier. If I licked a little harder, I could feel the sponge give way to the hardness beneath, which I did often. Then I periodically peeked the tip of my tongue into her slit, which tasted saltier as it continuously leaked out precum.

Lost in my gluttony, I hadn’t realized I had closed my eyes until I felt her hand start to caress my hair. I opened them and found her eyes.

“This feels so good, baby. Thank you.”

She always loved eye contact while I sucked her.

As I kept going, I thought about how this must feel to her. I thought about the pleasurable heat she must feel when my warm mouth enveloped her. I thought about how nice my tongue must feel fluttering around her head. I thought about how sexy and heady it must look to her to see me on my knees for her, looking up at her in adoration, and my lips stretched wide around the most intimate part of her.

I was so focused on her pleasure that I knew she needed more when the light sensations were too much. I wanted to linger and keep teasing her, but the whole point had been to make her cum, so I applied suction and started to move my head back and forth.

I moaned at the feel of her sliding along my cheeks. The friction and the feel of her cockhead spreading my lips as its base repeatedly popped in and out of my lips was glorious.

She moaned loudly, and her cock twitched. I felt proud of myself for getting that reaction, so I started pumping my hands too. It was amazing how long she was that I could pump my hands and mouth on her.

It was starting to turn me on. The feel of her monster in my hands and mouth. The taste of her precum had begun to flow more steadily. The sight of her beautiful body and face staring down at me.

I gave in to my own needs and let go of her with one hand to reach down to my throbbing penis.

Kristen used her leg to block my arm. “Nuh uh, put that back on me.”

My mouth popped off her with a ‘pop,’ and I looked at her incredulously. “Are you serious?”

She looked puzzled, “Of course. Your hands felt amazing on me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, but I’m pretty horny too… you can’t spare just one hand?” However, for some unknown reason, I put my hands back on her.

“OK, OK, keep going, and I’ll figure something out,” she said, pushing my head toward her cock.

I made a disgruntled noise but did as she said, picking right back up from where I had left off.

“Hmm, how about… fuck that feels good… how about…” she trailed off.

A minute later, she had started to bite her lips and pump her hips, clearly having lost her train of thought.

Gluck, gluck, gluck. “MMMHMMM.” I cleared my throat loudly and used a few of my teeth.

“Hm? Oh, right, sorry,” she said, caressing my head in apology. “How about…” she trailed off, dipping forward to squeeze my ass. Her stomach hit the top of my head uncomfortably, so I grunted in protest, but she ignored it. “How about I fuck you.” she breathed, circling my anus with a finger.

Her cock abruptly came out of my mouth with another pop, and I shot her a dirty look.

“OK, sheesh,” she muttered, standing back up.

I was starting to get frustrated, mainly because that little touch on my butt felt good, and I was horny. My hips began to hump the air, and my dick accidentally hit her foot.

She looked down and around me to see and smirked at me.

Kristen raised her toes, keeping her heel on the floor, and grabbed my dick between her big and second toe.

I looked down, ashamed I was so skinny that I could fit that narrow gap. Her feet weren’t big either.

“You,” I had to pause. “I didn’t know you had a foot fetish?”

Kristen laughed, then grabbed my head to guide me back to her cock. She missed at first, so her cock hit my lip and slid off my face. But we quickly corrected it and put it back in my mouth.

“No, I don’t,” she laugh-moaned. “I just have a fetish.”

I glanced up at her questioningly as she splayed her hands on my head and started to move me back and forth on her wet cock.

Too engrossed in blowing her and listening to her words, I didn’t feel any shame in moving my hips slightly to try to get myself off her still foot. It felt weird, and it was more than a little humiliating, but it gave me some relief.

“It might be a bit of an ego thing,” she started, impressively eloquent for someone receiving a blowjob. Maybe she’d thought about this a lot. “But I like the idea of you so focused on my pleasure that it’s all you focus on.”

Her words struck a chord deep in my psyche, as if she had read my thoughts. I gave in to the feelings and sucked harder, putting all my mind into her sensations. I could almost feel what she felt as I pleasured her. My hips kept moving, but now they were trying to match her own hips’ pace to recreate her sensations.

“I used to be insecure about my big cock, you know?” she kept going, almost conversationally, and even though she had told me this before, it seemed so crazy to me. Her dick felt so ridiculously, enviously big in my hands. “But ever since I met you, I like it, how big it is. I feel so powerful with you, like it’s the best part of our sex life. Like it’s the reason you come so hard when I fuck you. Like it’s so big it stretches you wide and reaches deep inside you to all of your buttons. Like you love it.”

Her words fogged up my brain, and maybe also I was having trouble breathing because she was pumping my mouth deep and hard, and I was choking, but I was in heaven.

“I like the idea that you’re so drunk off my big cock that you don’t even care about your dick…”

“Fuck,” she moaned low and long, “I’m gonna cum, love. Swallow it. Please swallow it all.”

My hands were frantically pumping her. I was desperate to get her there.

Her cock spurted a small shot in my mouth before her body paused its humping and went still. I savored the taste and closed my eyes because that was all I needed for my climax to hit. My cock started twitching and spurting, but with willpower, I focused back on her. I kept pumping hard because, from experience, I knew that was just a warning shot, and I wanted her to enjoy her orgasm.

Her body started convulsing, and her humping continued erratically. I felt the first shot shoot out of her slit, but the next one’s force dispersed as my mouth flooded with her semen. I could only feel shots by how much my cheeks bulged. By that point in our marriage, I knew I had to swallow a few times, or it would overflow. The quantity of cum she produced was just excellent, but there was also very little room for her semen in my mouth with her huge cockhead crammed in there.

I swallowed the first few shots without even tasting them, just scrambling not to get drowned. When it started to feel more like a faucet rather than a hose, I pulled away until only the tip was in my mouth, letting me build a pool of semen.

By this point, my orgasm was done, but her face was scrunched, and I could tell she was still going strong.

I could taste the briny, salty, gooey mess she was still squirting in my mouth. The taste wasn’t that great, though I had come to love the action and the thought of it more. The fact that it came out of her cock and wasn’t meant to be swallowed was a big turn-on.

I rolled it around in my mouth with my tongue, feeling the texture and finally swallowing. It was almost chunky as it went down.

My mouth was empty again, and I went back to slowly nursing her dick, wanting to prolong her pleasure past her climax. Her mouth was open as she stared at me with hooded eyes, clearly feeling amazing but spent.

“Whew,” she exhaled, caressing my face now. “Damn, that was good. Thanks, love.”

I popped off her dick. “You’re welcome,” I responded, but then I saw traces of cum on her, so I licked around to make sure she was clean as she started to soften in my hands.

A few spots had mixed with the shower’s water, so they had become sticky, jelly-like substances that were hard to clean. It used to gross me out because I sometimes tasted these bits long after I had given her head, but I didn’t mind it as much anymore.

“Mmm, you spoil me,” she smiled down at me, her voice languid and relaxed.

As if remembering, her foot let go of my dick, which I’d honestly forgotten about, and she asked me, “Do you want your turn? I’m getting a little pruney, but we can dry off and suck you off on the bed.”

Suddenly immensely embarrassed, I came just from her foot. I told her, “Err, I already came.” Then I put her back in my mouth and sucked hard to distract her.

Her body convulsed a bit, her dick was probably really sensitive, but she didn’t pull me off. I felt doubly silly, so I slowed back to a gentle sucking.

She settled down but was not at all distracted. “You did, huh?” Her smile was wide and smug. The hand stroking my hair felt a little condescending now. “You liked that, huh?”

I blushed under her stare and continued blowing her absentmindedly, making my answer obvious until I felt her twitch and start to harden.

I immediately let go of her and stood up. “Ohh, no!”

She laughed and shrugged at me. “You kept sucking on her.”

“Her?” I asked, then shook my head. “Nope, I don’t care.” I reached around her, turned off the shower, and left the bathroom determinedly. “Nope, nope.”

Her laugh trailed my exit, and I heard her call out, “I know how much you love it now, don’t worry!”

I felt equal parts dread and anticipation.

 

The End.

 

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