“Do you have to do that here?” I asked, attempting to subtly acknowledge the events beside me while pretending not to pay attention to them.

Diana hummed an “mm-hmm” in answer and bobbed her head in the lap of the guy she picked up at the comic shop. I waited to see if she’d add anything else. When she didn’t, I sighed and stared at the television.

The whole exchange was all a show, as much for Diana and I’s benefit as for the tubby nerd in the middle of the best blowjob of his life. The volume on the tv wasn’t very high but it might as well have been muted with how I concentrated on the sounds next to me. The soft puffs of breath came from Di’s nose, the light slurps of her mouth as her lips slid steadily along his length, the grunts and groans of pleasure.

Having waited long enough, I turned to look at them.

My girlfriend’s latest plaything sat on the opposite end of the sofa, with Diana between us. She was bent over at the waist, one hand cradling his balls, the other encircling his base, and her lips wrapped around his shaft.

“What was your name again?”

“Ben,” Diana said, lifting her face from his dick and noisily beating him off. She didn’t turn my way and instead just stared appreciatively at the impressive member inches from her mouth.

“Ken,” the guy corrected, digging his fingers into her copper-colored hair.

“Mmm… big-dicked Ken,” she sang, lowering her face back.

I watched her descend onto his shaft. She gagged lightly when his fat, flared head nudged at her throat, but like my “frustration,” the retching was mostly an act. Guys just loved hearing a girl choke on their dick. She gagged twice more — extending everyone’s enjoyment a fraction longer — before accepting his length down her esophagus.

The sinful sight of a visible bulge traveling across my girlfriend’s neck never failed to excite me.

Lost in pleasure, Ken instinctively pressed on the back of her skull and shoved her head further down. Di removed her hand from his base. The last few inches disappeared into her gullet, and she choked and coughed but held her ground, only coming up for air after nearly half a minute of suffocating on cock. “Fuck, yes,” she panted, turning her blazing green eyes my way. “Your peanut-sized prick could never.”

Like everyone else my girlfriend brought home, Ken was unattractive, untidy, and incredibly endowed. But that was what we agreed upon. That was what worked for us. A schlubby guy with a big prick. The type of man Diana would have never gone for… except for the stiff club in his pants. The size of which let him violate her in ways I never could.

“Mmph mmph mmph mmph!” With Di’s encouragement, Ken pistoned her face onto his dick. The majority of his shaft stayed buried in her throat while three inches near the base rapidly pumped in and out of her mouth. Watching her lips almost forcefully meet his hips, her small nose bop against his thigh, and her eyes clench nearly shut in determination made my below-average cock throb. Her red braids bounced at a beat timed to the wet sounds of her oral assault. A minute passed, then two. It wasn’t until three whole minutes of uninterrupted face-fucking passed that Ken relented, and Diana popped off his dick. “Huh… Hnnnnhhh… Hhhnnnhhh…”

Strained, heavy, wheezing gasps sputtered from her throat, and she grasped a hand to her chest. Ken cocked an eyebrow. “Hey, are you okay?”

Di nodded vigorously but continued to struggle for breath. Reaching into the drawer of the couch’s side table, I removed her inhaler and handed it over. Ken’s eyes bugged out of his head. Slipping the nozzle between her lips, Diana compressed the inhaler and cleared her lungs with a hiss. Her breathing returned to normal, and she grinned at her big-dicked playdate. “Mmmm… I love it when a cock can take my breath away.”

“Fuuuucckkkk.”

That line never ceased to blow the minds of the guys she fooled around with, especially when she followed it up with one last long and slow suck down his length. “Now I want you to do to my pussy what you just did to my throat.”

“What about him?” Ken finally acknowledged my voyeuristic presence, and I had to commend him. Most guys jumped right into ignoring or alpha-ing. They relished the opportunity to show up a more traditionally attractive guy. But he asked and gave Di a chance to take the initiative.

“He’s fine,” she said dismissively and sat on the couch. She pulled the gaming shirt over her head and quickly unsnapped her bra, tossing both garments aside. Ken’s mouth watered at the sight of her unrestrained breasts. Topped with cherry red nipples, the two large globes hung and swayed with her movements, heavy, full, and round. They were big but appeared even more so on her slim frame. She placed a hand on Ken’s shoulder and leaned over to tug at her jeans, turning her gaze my way. “Show him.”

While I worked at my joggers, Di slipped off her jeans and pushed her panties down her legs. “You, too,” she told Ken, startling him from his stupor. “Pants.”

Ken had been cupping and massaging one of her tits, his eyes obsessing over their size and how they moved and felt in his palm. He snapped to attention once my girlfriend gave her order, and within moments, his denim and hers had formed a pile on the floor.

Di swung a leg over his body and sat on his hairy thighs. She helped him remove his shirt, temporarily blocking his sightline to her snatch. His eyes hadn’t left my girlfriend’s pussy since she straddled him. You could see him committing to memory her visible inner lips, plump outer ones, and the dark patch of wiry hair decorating her mound.

“See?” she said, gesturing to me with her chin. Her hand slowly pumped up and down Ken’s length, her slit resting against the base of his shaft and disappearing under his nest of pubes. Their eyes turned to me, and Ken almost burst out laughing. He held himself back until Diana’s giggle permitted him, and he chuckled with her. The sound played like music to my loins. “He loves it.” In contrast to Ken, my chest and stomach were trim and toned, with muscles lining the surface. My pubic hair was also nonexistent, shaved clean to show my dick better, which also contrasted his but in an entirely different way. The minuscule member stood erect at barely four inches. The bit of foreskin around its tip gave it a shy as well as diminutive appearance. “His small, ineffective prick can’t get enough.”

Diana lifted herself, positioned Ken’s cocktip at her hole, and sank with a gasp.

*****

Uncovering my love of humiliation and cock mockery happened nearly by accident. I had come home from a former flatmate’s birthday party drunk as hell and horny beyond belief. I awkwardly carried Di to the bedroom from the couch, tossing her onto the mattress and collapsing beside her. We quickly undressed, and she climbed on top of me, taking her favorite position.

In our year and a half together, Diana never once complained about sex with me despite my size. She usually only got off when I went down on her or played with her pussy, but our fucking still brought on passionate pants and aggressive grunts. She liked it intensely, and that night was no different. However, as often happened during particularly enthusiastic sessions, I kept slipping out of her.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled after my cock popped free for the third time and deflated in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, ” she said frantically, trying to pump me back up. I drunkenly apologized again, and she reiterated, “It’s fine.”

Watching her on top of me, concentrating on my soft package, having to use her fingers to stimulate me effectively, something stirred within my psyche. A hidden desire I had buried that pushed through the alcohol-soaked mush of my brain. “No, it’s not,” I slurred, drawing her attention to me. “You know it’s not.” With a dark eyebrow cocked in confusion, Diana stared at me quizzically, but the fantasy had taken root in my mind. I imagined her saying the insulting things brewing in my brain, and my cock rose in response. “Tell me it’s not.”

“It’s not okay.” My shaft thickened between her fingers, and she increased the speed of her jerks. “It’s not.” Diana’s breath grew shallow and heavy, her arousal and mine increasing with every word. “It ruins the mood. I get so frustrated every time it happens.”

“Why does it keep happening?”

If my cock weren’t dripping precum onto her fingers if my voice wasn’t quivering with excitement, maybe Diana would have hesitated, stopped herself from saying what so easily slipped past her lips: “Because you’re so fucking small.”

I groaned, pushing my hips toward her pistoning hand. My cock had returned to full hardness, even stiffer and more erect than when we started. Di released me and scrambled upward, her large breasts swinging, wetness glistening on her lips. She dug her nails into my shoulders and dropped down onto me, a mutual moan mingling and mixing as my entire unimpressive length sheathed into her. She craned her neck back and gasped an “Oh fuck” before swinging back to meet me face to face. “I can barely feel you inside of me.”

Gripping my shoulders for support, Di rode me like a sex-crazed cowgirl.

She insulted me through her erratic bouncing and between our shared gasps and moans. And I just continued to egg her on, my drunken state granting me both longevity and unfiltered perversity. “Have you always felt this way?”

“Yes,” Diana hissed and gritted her teeth. “Always. I’ve always thought you were fucking small. I can never cum because your pathetic dick keeps slipping out and fucking ruining everything.” Her pussy was soaked, and the speed of her movements caused the mattress beneath us to creak and shake and moan along with her. “I get more pleasure… from my finger… than you.”

On it went — Di telling me how unsatisfied my cock left her, how I was the smallest guy she’d ever been with — all while her voice grew fainter and her words more difficult. She bucked and bounced on top of me, breasts jiggling and hair swinging, and I realized just how turned on it all made her. The dangerously shallow breaths. The flushed skin. The quivering. It hit me like a slap to the face: my girlfriend was actually about to climax while fucking me.

No amount of alcohol-fueled resilience could have prevented what happened next.

Mouth twisting into a grimace and hands clamping down onto Diana’s thighs, I came.

Amid her frantic movements, Di’s eyes expanded into saucers. And then that shock morphed into anger. “No!” she snarled, her fucking growing aggressive enough almost to hurt. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare, you fucking asshole!” Her walls spasmed, her legs clamped tighter, and her words turned incoherent. “Fucking small-dicked fucking worthless, pathetic small fuck fuck fuck small fucking FUCK!”

On top of my already spent body, Diana shrieked and came.

*****

“God, that feels so fucking good,” my girlfriend said, her fingers digging into her scalp and giving her hair a wild and untamed look. She rocked up and down, gradually taking more and more of Ken’s fat hog into her snatch. She could have likely done it in just one — albeit careful — go, but the slow and measured pace added to everyone’s pleasure.

Di enjoyed the sensation of a cock spearing deeper and deeper into her. I oozed at the sight of a thick dick stretching my girlfriend open in ways that I never could. And Ken loved the concept of his dick being too big for a tight, hot, asthmatic redhead like Di, one used to a much smaller and more unsatisfying prick. Of course, I had to pretend not to delight in any of it, embarrassingly and reluctantly putting up with my philandering girlfriend’s cock-hungry desires.

“Are you enjoying that big dick inside of you?” Ken asked, placing his hands on Diana’s trim waist. He guided her faster, increasing the tempo of her motions and forcing his dick into her at a speedier rate. Di nodded in response and gazed at him longingly, lips parted and eyes full of lust. “Must be nice to finally fuck a real cock.”

I watched the smile spread across my girlfriend’s face as her fuck-buddy finally leaned into the role. She rode him harder, encouraging his behavior, and her next descent had her wet slit arriving at the base of his flagpole.

“Oh, yes. This is so much better than having to put up with his pathetic shrimp dick for so long.” Ken groaned and moved his hands from Di’s waist back to her breasts. With her fully bottomed out and energetically humping him, he concentrated on those soft, massive globes, joyfully squeezing and massaging them with his chubby hands. Di arched her back into his touch and glanced over at me. “I see that your peanut prick also enjoys me getting stretched open by a cock that could — oh fuck — eat it for breakfast.”

Diana’s eyes rolled back momentarily, her body convulsing from the things she said and Ken pinching at her nipples. She regained her composure and glared at me. “Doesn’t it, you useless small-dicked waste of space?”

I sighed. The muscles of my arm strained against the urge to reach down and jerk off to the depravity. “Yes. My tiny dick loves watching your pussy get stuffed by superior cock.” A constant stream of slick, translucent slime leaked from my tip and flowed over my foreskin and down the short distance of my shaft. “You can see that.”

“Yes, but I like fucking hearing it,” Di growled. Her upper lip curled like she smelt something rank, and she spat at me, “You better not even think about fingering your little dick-clit over this. And you…” She faced Ken again, and her disgust faded into a dreamy expression. “Fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

Diana half-laughed, half-wailed as Ken swore loudly and rammed his fat cock into her bouncing body. Juices gushed from her folds, soaking his baseball bat in a coat of natural lube. It seemed almost unnatural, all that dick disappearing into her body.

The two rutted against each other, and the complete contrast in their physique drove me to the brink of lustful insanity. My girlfriend, slim and fit, massive boobs and a beautiful face; this chubby, hairy nobody, in awe over the beauty riding his beast.

“Fuck that hot body onto my big cock.” Ken said, his words yelling out in a rapid stream. “Show your jock boyfriend how much better I am than him.”

“You’re… so much… better. He may… look good… but he… fucks for shit — Ahh!” Ken popped off the couch. Di’s body flew backward and landed with a slam against the wooden coffee table. The air left her lungs, and I almost bolted over and threw him off her, but she flashed me a glance, and I stayed where I was. Meanwhile, our slovenly friend continued to fuck into her, not even missing a beat. Di struggled to speak, using up what little oxygen she had left. “He could… never… do that. Fucking… toss… me… with his… dick. Oh god… so close… so…”

Diana and Ken’s new position and my stationary spot on the couch meant that much of the real action was now hidden from me. I could no longer see that thick shaft forcing my girlfriend’s pussy open. Ken’s large body blocked my view. But I could see that rotund form between her spread thighs, the hypnotic and erratic movements of her breasts, the quiver of her arms and chest — and the inhaler clutched tightly in her hand.

I could also still hear them.

“Yeah, you beta cuck bitch. So pathetic your girl needs to find a real man to fuck her,” Ken said over the noisy slaps of their bodies and struggling gasps of Di. His words weren’t any I hadn’t heard before. Guys in his position loved saying exactly that. But just because they were familiar didn’t mean they didn’t cause my cock to drip. The effect was aphrodisiac for my girlfriend and me. “Her pussy is going to be like a cavern to your sad prick.”

Diana’s throat seized up, and her left hand slammed down onto the table, gripping its edge. Jerking her inhaler to her mouth, she compressed down, took a deep drag, and came.

Like all the men before him, the sight of my breathless girlfriend filling her lungs with medicine while orgasming on his shaft proved too much for Ken. With a strangled whimper and a series of grunts, he unloaded into Di’s spasming cunt as she removed her inhaler and released a set of ecstasy-laced broken moans and giggles of her own.

“Are you Happy now?” I said, feigning exasperation once they were done and Ken had flopped back onto the couch.

“Yeah,” Di sighed. She remained on the coffee table, a satisfied grin on her face. Her lower lips were swollen and open, a puddle of cum beneath them. She waved her hand dismissively at Ken. “That was great, but you can go.”

Despite his exuberance during the dominating dirty talk, in the afterglow of climax, Ken had reverted to a more docile state. If anything, he was more eager to leave, that awkward, inexplicable post-coital shame washing over him. He slipped on his pants and pulled his shirt back over his head, tugging it down to cover up his stomach. “Um, if you want to do this again, I can give you my number.”

“I’m Sorry,” Di said, staring at the ceiling lazily. I told you before: only one ride per customer.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, okay.” He stood for a moment and glanced to where I remained on the couch, naked with my groin covered in slimy pre-cum. It was unlikely he was going to say anything. A couple of times previously, someone did, but Ken seemed the type just to scamper off. Sure enough, he exited the living room with a “thanks” to Diana.

The second Ken left our sight, Di lifted her head from the table and locked her green eyes with me. We listened to his footsteps growing further away until we heard the front door clack open and click back closed. The entire time, Di’s eyes never left mine.

*****

The morning after our drunken fuck session, Diana and I lay naked in each other’s arms. She was still half on top of me, both of us having passed out following our mutually mind-blowing orgasms. We’d been awake but silent for almost half an hour, Di’s fingers running up and down my chest for the last few minutes.

“You know that I don’t think you–”

“Stop.” Di and I reeked of sex and uncertainty, but the thing I didn’t want on us was the smell of regret or shame. “Don’t–”

“It’s just that I was so caught up in everything last night, and I–”

“Di.”

“You were so into it, and it made me feel–”

“Di.”

“I can’t believe I said all those–”

“Diana.” I grabbed her hand in mine, bringing its nervous stroking to a stop. I gave it a small squeeze. “It’s okay that you enjoyed it. Because I guarantee you didn’t enjoy it half as much as I did.” She raised her face to mine, a thankful and relieved smile on her lips. “The way you acted and the things you said… fuck, it was so hot. Even if it was humiliating. Especially because it was humiliating.”

Her cheeks didn’t turn as red as her hair, but it came close. She raised her face, and I lowered mine; we kissed softly but passionately. “I liked it, too. It was weird to cut loose like that. And I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.” She snickered. “I almost had an asthma attack.”

“Who would’ve thought all it took was you telling me how small and disappointing my dick was.”

Di blanched. “Okay, before anything else, I have to–”

“Hey, it’s okay if you think that. I have a–

“No! You need to listen to me.” Diana lifted herself to stare directly at me. “I do not care about that, okay? That has never mattered to me or affected how I feel about you. And it never will. I fucking love you. I need you to understand that.”

“Yeah, of course,” I said, the seriousness of my expression matching hers. “I love you, too.”

“Good.” The intensity of her gaze softened, and the air of earnestness around us dispersed. “Now that that’s settled… you do have a small dick. Like, pathetically small.”

I laughed and kissed her again. A particularly naughty thought entered my head, and rather than wait for another severely inebriated night, I voiced it then and there. “Would you want to try some bigger ones, maybe?”

The emeralds of Diana’s eyes sparkled. “Easy now. Let’s take this one step at a time.” She placed her hand back on my chest and then slinked it lower, down my stomach and abs. “For now, let me tell you again how disappointed and resentful your tiny dick has made me these last couple of years.”

I groaned as her fingers touched my shaft and stroked it up and down.

*****

Diana bounced off the coffee table and tackled me onto my back. Her mouth found mine for a ravenous kiss. Her body instinctively found the right position before dropping down, and she moaned into my mouth as her drenched pussy enveloped my stiff prick. She jerked away with a smack of our lips and sat beside me.

“God, I can’t even feel it. It’s like, ungh, fingering myself with a fucking thumb.” Diana ground back and forth, teeth bared and body gyrating seductively. I grabbed and squeezed her breasts, and she let out a delighted howl. “You’re like a twig compared to that tree trunk that just fucked me open.”

I did my best to match Di’s movements, but when she got like this, she lost almost all control, surrendering herself to depravity and perversion. In these moments, I often found it best to enjoy the debaucherous ride. But now and then, I commented to propel her along.

“Did you like it that much?”

“Yes! I fucking love knowing what it’s like to have a real cock inside of me.” She hunched her back, our overflowing juices turning her rocking into a blur, bringing her closer and closer to oblivion’s door. “You fucking small-dicked asshole. That fat cock is a hundred times better than yours. Ungh! Fuck! I wish you were that big instead of such a peanut-dick-sized fuck.” Breath ragged, I lightly pinched at her nipples, and she flashed me a look I knew all too well. “You better not cum. Your sad, pathetic excuse of a dick better not fucking cum. If you leave me unsatisfied again… Then again, you always fucking do. You always… leave me… disappointed. It’s why… I need to fuck other guys… with real cocks. Your shrimp dick… oh, god… is never enough.”

I grunted and came, and in that moment, Diana shook and trembled and screamed. “I knew it! You fucking small-dicked asshole! Fucking worthless mother fucking pathetic dick fuck! Ah ah ah! Small fucking FUCK! FUUUCCKKK!”

Diana stirred a few minutes later, her body sprawled on mine. Both our groins and thighs were covered in seed and girlcum. She smiled, kissed me quickly, and stretched over me to open the side table drawer. Removing her engagement ring, she slipped it back onto her finger.

“I love you,” she said.

I took her diamond-adorned hand in mine, and she settled back down on top of me, ear against my chest and listening to my heartbeat tell her the same.

 

The End.

 

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