My Wife’s Big Toy
By SmutWriterAI.
“Put it on, Mark,” Jessica commanded, her voice sharp and unyielding.
She was 30, curvy with full breasts straining against her black lace bra and hips that swayed assertively as she stepped closer. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her lips curled into a smirk that made his stomach twist.
“That pathetic little nub of yours isn’t going to cut it tonight. Strap on the real cock—the huge one. I want to feel something that matters.”
Mark’s hands trembled as he took the harness from her. The dildo attached was massive, eight inches of thick, veined silicone, black and unyielding. He fastened it around his waist, the base pressing against his groin, right above his own shriveled dick. It bobbed heavily in front of him, dwarfing his arousal. Jessica’s laugh echoed low and mocking.
“Look at that. Your tiny dick looks even smaller now. Like a worm next to a python. You’re going to fuck me with this beast, and all the while, I’ll remember how worthless your real one is.”
She grabbed his shoulders and shoved him back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Mark landed on his back, the strap-on jutting up like a challenge. Jessica climbed over him, her thighs straddling his hips, her wet pussy lips brushing the tip of the dildo as she gripped the base firmly with one hand. Her other hand reached down, flicking his small cock dismissively.
“Feel that? This little thing could never stretch me like this will. You’re just the holder for a real man’s cock tonight.”
Mark’s face burned with humiliation, but his own dick hardened painfully against the harness, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. He wanted to protest, to beg for her touch on him, but her dominance silenced him. Jessica positioned herself, rubbing the thick head of the strap-on along her slick folds, coating it in her juices. She was soaked already, her arousal dripping down the shaft.
“Watch how a real fuck feels,” she taunted, her eyes boring into his. “Your useless prick has never made me this wet.”
With a grunt, she sank onto the dildo, inch by inch, her pussy lips stretching wide around the girth. Mark felt the pressure through the harness, the way her weight drove it deep inside her. Jessica threw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she bottomed out, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs.
“Fuck yes,” she hissed, grinding her hips in circles. “So much bigger than your sad little dick. Pound me with it, Mark. Fuck your wife like the cuck you are.”
Mark’s hands gripped her hips instinctively, his submissive nature kicking in. He thrust up hard, the strap-on plunging into her tight pussy with a wet squelch. Jessica’s moans filled the room, raw and demanding, each one twisting the knife of his humiliation deeper. He could see her breasts bounce with every slam, her nipples hard peaks under the lace. The harness rubbed against his own cock, teasing him without relief, his balls aching as he watched the massive dildo disappear into her over and over.
“Harder!” Jessica demanded, her nails digging into his chest.
She rode him now, lifting and dropping her curvy body, her pussy clenching around the invading shaft.
“That’s it—fuck me like your tiny cock never could. God, it’s so deep, hitting spots your worthless nub can’t even dream of.”
Her words stung, but they fueled his thrusts, making him buck wildly beneath her. Sweat slicked their skin, the bed creaking under the force. Mark’s mind raced with shame and desire—how her pussy gripped the fake cock so greedily, how his own dick throbbed untouched, denied.
Jessica leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered harshly. “You love this, don’t you? Being my strap-on bitch. Your dick’s so small, it might as well not exist. But this—oh fuck—this is making me cum soon.”
She straightened up, her hands on his shoulders for leverage, slamming down harder. The room echoed with the slap of flesh, her juices soaking the harness and his groin. Mark thrust up desperately, feeling every quiver of her body through the connection, his humiliation peaking as her moans grew louder, more frantic.
“Yes, pound that pussy!” she yelled, her voice breaking. “Your real cock is a joke—tiny, soft, useless. But you’re good for this. Keep fucking me, Mark. Make me scream.”
Her taunts pushed him further, his hips snapping up with raw urgency, the strap-on ramming deep into her sopping hole. Jessica’s body tensed, her thighs quivering around him, but she held back, drawing it out, her dominance absolute. Mark’s own need built unbearably, his small dick pulsing against the base, desperate for release she wouldn’t grant yet.
She slowed just enough to grind against him, her clit rubbing the base of the dildo, her eyes locked on his flushed face. ‘Not done yet,’ she purred, smirking down at his straining form. ‘I want more of this huge cock ruining me while your little one watches.’
Mark’s hips bucked upward with renewed force, slamming the thick strap-on deep into Jessica’s dripping pussy. The silicone shaft buried itself to the hilt, her inner walls clenching around it like a vice, pulling a sharp gasp from her lips. Her moans escalated, raw and throaty, filling the bedroom as sweat beaded on her curvy frame. The harness dug into his groin, the pressure teasing his small dick mercilessly, but he ignored the ache, focused on driving the fake cock harder into her slick heat.
“Fuck, yes! Deeper, you pathetic worm!” Jessica shouted, her voice cracking with lust. She ground down against him, her ass cheeks slapping wetly against his thighs, juices squirting out around the invading girth. “That tiny dick of yours could never fill me like this—it’s a fucking joke, Mark! A shriveled little clit pretending to be a cock!”
Her words hit him like slaps, humiliation flooding his veins and making his thrusts more desperate. Mark gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded up into her, the bed frame groaning under the assault. He could feel every quiver through the harness—the way her pussy spasmed, sucking the dildo in greedily. His own cock throbbed painfully against the base, leaking pre-cum that smeared across his stomach, untouched and ignored.
Jessica’s body arched, her full breasts heaving as she rode the rhythm he set. Her nails raked down his chest, leaving red trails that burned. “Look at you, sweating like a bitch in heat just to fuck me with someone else’s dick! Yours is so small, I bet it couldn’t even tickle my pussy lips. Pound me harder—make this huge cock wreck me while your worthless nub leaks!”
Mark obeyed, slamming upward with brutal force, the strap-on spearing her depths over and over. Jessica’s moans turned to screams, her head thrown back, dark hair whipping wildly. Her pussy tightened fiercely, convulsing in the first orgasm that ripped through her. She bucked against him, her walls milking the silicone shaft in rhythmic pulses, her juices flooding out to soak his balls and the sheets below.
“Oh god, I’m cumming! This fake dick is destroying me—your real one wouldn’t even touch the sides!”
The sight of her unraveling pushed Mark to the edge, his small dick twitching violently, balls drawing tight with denied need. But Jessica didn’t let up; she leaned forward, her hot breath on his face as she mocked him through her climax.
“Feel that squeeze? That’s what a real cock gets—not your pathetic pinky finger down there. You’re denied, Mark. No pussy for tiny-dick losers.”
Her body shuddered through the waves, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she shifted her weight, riding him harder now, her thighs flexing as she bounced on the strap-on. The wet slaps echoed louder, her pussy lips stretched taut around the thick base, glistening with her release. Mark’s arms strained, holding her steady as he thrust up to meet her, the harness rubbing his sensitive skin raw. His mind spun with shame—watching her cum so hard on the fake cock, knowing his own couldn’t compare.
“Again—fuck, I’m cumming again!” Jessica yelled, her voice hoarse. Her second orgasm hit fast, her body convulsing wildly, pussy clamping down so tight it almost halted his movements. She ground her clit against the base, sparks of pleasure shooting through her as she squirted messily, drenching his groin. “Your dick’s too small to make me do this! It’s a limp noodle, Mark—a fucking embarrassment! Keep pounding, bitch—ruin my cunt with that monster while yours stays soft and sad!”
Mark’s breath came in ragged gasps, his small cock pulsing painfully, pre-cum dribbling in futile spurts. The humiliation fueled him, making each thrust more urgent, the strap-on plunging deep into her spasming hole. Jessica’s eyes locked on his, gleaming with dominant glee as she rode out the aftershocks, her breasts bouncing freely now that she’d ripped off her bra, nipples hard and begging for attention he couldn’t give.
She slammed down harder, taking control fully, her ass cheeks rippling with every drop. “Scream it for me—tell me how useless your tiny prick is!” she commanded, her voice a whip crack amid her moans. Another orgasm built visibly, her thighs trembling, pussy fluttering around the dildo.
Mark’s voice broke as he gasped out, “It’s useless, Jessica—my dick’s too small for you. Too small for any woman.”
“Louder!” she demanded, nails biting into his shoulders. Her body seized up in the third climax, waves crashing through her as she screamed, “Yes! Cum on this huge cock, not your worthless shrimp dick!”
Her pussy squeezed the strap-on relentlessly, milking it as if it were real, her juices pooling hot and sticky between them. Mark thrust desperately beneath her, his own release hovering just out of reach, the mocking words searing into him.
Jessica didn’t slow, her hips pistoning with insatiable hunger, chasing yet another peak. “More—fuck me till I break, you strap-on slave! Your little cock watches and weeps.”
The room reeked of sex, sweat, and her arousal, the air thick as her commands echoed, leaving Mark trapped in a cycle of pounding obedience and aching denial. Jessica’s hips slammed down one final time, impaling herself fully on the massive strap-on, the thick silicone shaft stretching her pussy walls to their limit. Her body locked up, every muscle tensing as the orgasm exploded through her like a fucking bomb.
“Oh shit, yes! I’m cumming so hard on this huge fake cock—your tiny dick could never make me feel this goooood!” she screamed, her voice raw and broken, echoing off the walls.
Her pussy clamped down viciously around the dildo, spasming in violent waves that made the harness jerk against Mark’s groin. Juices gushed out in thick, hot squirts, spraying across his stomach, the base of the strap-on, and even splattering his chest. The warm liquid soaked everything, her release flooding like a dam burst, drenching his small cock in her sticky arousal. Mark felt the tremors through the harness, her inner muscles milking the unyielding shaft as if trying to suck the cum right out of it, even though it was just silicone.
Jessica’s curvy body convulsed wildly atop him, her thighs quaking, ass cheeks clenching and releasing in rhythm with her cries. Sweat poured down her skin, making her full tits glisten as they bounced erratically. She threw her head back, dark hair sticking to her neck, mouth open in a guttural moan that turned into a howl.
“Fuck, it’s wrecking me— this monster’s making me squirt like a whore! Your worthless little nub just leaks and watches!”
Her words stabbed at Mark, humiliation twisting in his gut, but it only made his hips buck harder, prolonging her bliss even as his own cock throbbed in agony, untouched and dripping pre-cum into the mess.
The orgasm dragged on, longer than any before, her body shaking uncontrollably, pussy fluttering and squeezing the strap-on in endless pulses. She ground her clit against the soaked base, sparks of pleasure ripping fresh screams from her throat. “Don’t stop—feel me cum all over it, you pathetic cuck! My pussy’s owning this dick, not you!”
Jessica’s nails dug into his shoulders, drawing blood, her weight pinning him as waves after wave crashed through her. Mark’s arms burned from holding her, his small dick aching so bad it felt like it might burst, but he kept thrusting shallowly, feeding her the friction she craved.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of her shuddering and squirting, Jessica’s body began to slacken, her breath coming in harsh, ragged pants. Her pussy still twitched around the dildo, aftershocks making her hips jerk sporadically. She slumped forward slightly, her hot, sweat-slicked tits pressing against his chest, nipples hard points scraping his skin.
“Pull it out… now,” she gasped, her voice husky from screaming, eyes gleaming with that dominant fire.
Mark obeyed instantly, his hands sliding to her hips as he eased her up. The strap-on slid free from her gaping pussy with a wet, obscene pop, strings of her thick juices connecting the tip to her swollen lips. Her hole spasmed open for a second, pink and glistening, before clenching shut, more squirts dribbling out to trail down her thighs. The sight hit Mark like a punch—her pussy wrecked and satisfied by the fake cock, while his own small dick lay flaccid and humiliated against his belly, coated in her mess but denied any real touch.
He shifted beneath her, the harness straps chafing his skin as he maneuvered. Jessica rolled off to the side just enough, spreading her legs wide, her soaked pussy on full display—lips puffy and red, clit throbbing visibly. “Lick me clean, bitch,” she commanded, her tone sharp despite the post-orgasm haze. “Taste how this huge strap-on made me explode. Your tongue’s the only thing you’re good for.”
Mark dropped down without hesitation, positioning himself between her trembling thighs. The scent of her arousal hit him hard—musky and tangy, mixed with sweat and the faint rubbery hint from the dildo. His small cock bobbed painfully as he lowered his face, heart pounding with desperate need to please her. He pressed his mouth to her spasming folds, tongue darting out to lap at the slick juices coating her inner thighs first, savoring the salty-sweet flavor of her release.
Jessica moaned loudly, her hand fisting in his hair, yanking him closer. “That’s it—suck up every drop I squirted for that real cock, not your sad excuse of manhood.”
Her pussy quivered under his touch, still sensitive from the orgasm, and she bucked against his face, smearing more wetness across his lips and chin. Mark delved deeper, his tongue flicking over her swollen clit, making her gasp and grind harder. He sucked gently on her folds, drawing out the thick cream that leaked from her depths, swallowing it down as his own arousal leaked uselessly onto the sheets.
Her legs wrapped around his head, heels digging into his back, pulling him in tighter. “Deeper, fucker—tongue-fuck my wrecked pussy. Feel how loose it is now? That’s what a massive dildo does. Yours would just slide right out.”
Jessica’s voice dripped with mockery, her body arching as fresh shivers ran through her. Mark’s tongue plunged inside her, tasting the hot, velvety walls that still pulsed faintly, lapping eagerly at the remnants of her squirting climax. His small dick twitched with every humiliating word, the denial building to a fever pitch, but he didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—lost in the act of worshiping her dominant satisfaction.
She tugged his hair harder, forcing his nose against her clit. “Make me cum again with that worthless mouth. Prove you’re good for something besides wearing my toys.”
Her moans grew louder, hips rolling against his face, the room filling once more with the wet sounds of his devotion and her building pleasure. Mark’s mind reeled, trapped in the cycle of her control, his body aching for release that she wouldn’t grant. Mark’s tongue swirled hungrily over Jessica’s soaking pussy, delving into the slick, swollen folds that still quivered from her massive orgasm. The taste of her tangy juices flooded his mouth, thick and salty, coating his tongue as he lapped up every drop. He flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly over her engorged clit, feeling it throb against him like a pulsing heartbeat. Her arousal smeared across his face, dripping down his chin, the musky scent overwhelming his senses and making his small dick twitch painfully in the harness, leaking pre-cum onto the soaked sheets.
Jessica’s moans ripped through the room, loud and guttural, her curvy hips bucking wildly against his mouth. “Fuck yes, eat that wrecked pussy, you little bitch—tongue my clit harder!” she growled, her fingers twisting in his hair, yanking his face deeper into her heat.
Her thighs clamped around his head, muscles flexing as she ground her dripping cunt against his lips and nose, smothering him in her wetness. Mark gasped for air between licks, his tongue plunging inside her spasming hole, feeling the velvety walls clench around it, still loose and stretched from the strap-on’s brutal pounding. The humiliation burned in his chest, knowing his tiny cock could never do this to her, but it only drove him to suck harder, swirling his tongue over her clit in frantic circles.
Her body arched off the bed, tits heaving with each ragged breath, sweat trickling down her cleavage. “Oh god, you’re making me cum again—your mouth’s better than that pathetic dicklette!”
Jessica’s voice cracked into a scream as another orgasm built fast, her pussy flooding his mouth with fresh gushes of hot juice. Mark swallowed greedily, his own cock aching like fire, the denial twisting his gut into knots. He pressed his face harder, tongue flicking relentlessly, desperate to push her over the edge one more time.
Suddenly, Jessica’s hand shoved at his forehead, pushing his head away with a sharp jerk. She panted heavily, chest rising and falling, her pussy glistening and twitching in the aftermath, lips puffy and red. “Enough,” she snapped, her eyes half-lidded but sharp with dominance. Mark pulled back, lips shiny with her cream, his face flushed and slick.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but the taste lingered, a constant reminder of his submission. Mark pouted, his small dick throbbing visibly against his thigh, still trapped in the harness but now free of her weight. “What about me?” he whined, voice small and pleading, eyes darting to his leaking cocklette, hoping for some mercy.
Jessica burst out laughing, a cruel, throaty sound that echoed in the room. She sat up slightly, propping herself on her elbows, her curvy body still flushed and glowing. “What about you? Look at that beta babydick—tiny, twitching, and worthless. You think that little nub deserves anything after watching a real cock make me squirt like a fountain? Pathetic.” Her words sliced through him, humiliation flooding his veins, but his cock only hardened more, betraying his arousal at the mockery.
Mark’s shoulders slumped, but he nodded glumly, knowing the routine. He slid off the bed, knees weak from the strain, and fumbled with the harness straps. The massive strap-on dangled heavily as he unbuckled it, the silicone shaft slick with her juices, still warm from her body heat. He dropped it to the floor with a thud, his small dick springing free—barely four inches, veiny and red, pre-cum beading at the tip. The ache was unbearable, the balls tight and heavy, but he hadn’t touched them yet.
He rummaged in the laundry basket by the bed, pulling out the panties Jessica had worn that day—black lace, the crotch stained with her day’s arousal, crusty and musky. Bringing them to his nose, he inhaled deeply, the sharp, feminine scent hitting him like a drug. “That’s it, sniff my dirty panties like the pervert you are,” Jessica taunted from the bed, watching with a smirk, her legs still spread, pussy on display.
Mark groaned, the sound low and needy, as he wrapped the soiled gusset around his tiny dick. He jerked it with just two fingers, the fabric rough against his sensitive skin, the scent intoxicating. His hand pumped fast, the pathetic length sliding easily in his grip, pre-cum soaking the lace further.
“Fuck, it smells so good,” he muttered, eyes squeezed shut, hips thrusting into his fist.
The humiliation fueled him, Jessica’s laughter ringing in his ears as he edged closer, balls drawing up tight.
Just before he came, Mark pressed the soiled crotch right against his dicklette, the crusty fabric scratching his tip. He groaned louder, body tensing, and shot his load—a weak, pathetic dribble of thin jizz spurting from his small balls, splattering into the panties. It wasn’t a powerful spurt, just a sad trickle that soaked the gusset even more, mixing with her old scent.
Jessica laughed harder, covering her mouth in mock disgust. “Oh my god, look at that—barely a squirt from those tiny nuts. What a joke. Now, put them on. You can wear your mess to bed tonight.”
Mark complied without a word, stepping into the cum-soaked panties, the wet fabric clinging to his softening dick and balls. The sticky jizz smeared against his skin, cooling quickly, a constant reminder of his inadequacy.
“Yes, dear,” he murmured, climbing back onto the bed beside her, heart still racing, body humming with unfulfilled need.
Jessica pulled him close, her hand possessively on his ass, she drifted off to sleep, and soon, so did Mark.
The End.
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