The Neighbor’s Assessment
A Fictional SPH Story by NaughtyNeighbor44.
Now he stood in her living room, Victoria circling him like a predator assessing prey. She was old enough to be his mother, with silver-streaked auburn hair, crow’s feet around her green eyes, and a body that she clearly put effort into maintaining. Her tank top showed toned arms. Her yoga pants hugged curves that belonged on a woman half her age.
“So,” she said, stopping in front of him. “Here’s how this works. You’ve been perving on me for months. I find that flattering. But I have rules, and the first rule is honesty. I want to see what you’re packing before I decide what to do with you.”
Daniel’s throat went dry. “Victoria, I should tell you—”
“Shh.” She pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell me. Show me.”
Her hands moved to his belt. He didn’t stop her. He couldn’t—he’d been fantasizing about this woman for so long that his body betrayed any pretense of resistance. She undid the buckle, the button, the zipper, and then his pants were around his ankles.
Victoria’s eyebrows rose as she took in the tent in his boxer briefs. “Oh my. Someone’s excited.” She hooked her fingers in the waistband. “Let’s see what we have here.”
She pulled down.
There was a long moment of silence.
Daniel’s erection stood at maybe three inches—hard. His balls were small too, tight against his body. He’d known since high school that he wasn’t built like other men. The locker room had taught him that. His wife had learned to work with it, found pleasure in other ways. But standing exposed before this older woman, her eyes fixed on his inadequate cock, he felt the shame wash over him in waves.
Victoria’s lips curved slowly. “Oh, honey.”
“I—” Daniel started.
“No, no, don’t.” She held up a hand. “Don’t apologize. Don’t explain. Just… let me look.”
She circled him again, this time more slowly. When she spoke, her voice carried an edge of mockery.
“I’ve seen a lot of cocks in my life, Daniel. A lot. I was a wild thing in the seventies and eighties, before your parents even met. I’ve had big ones, thick ones, curved ones, straight ones. I’ve had them in my mouth, my pussy, my ass.” She stopped behind him, speaking close to his ear. “But I don’t think I’ve ever seen one quite this… dainty.”
Daniel’s cock twitched. Victoria noticed.
“Oh, you like that.” She laughed, delighted. “You like me talking about your little thing. That’s interesting.” She moved back around to face him, studying his erection with clinical attention. “It’s actually kind of cute. Like a little clitty that got ambitious. Does it get any bigger than this?”
Daniel shook his head miserably.
“Words. Use your words.”
“No. This is… this is as big as it gets.”
Victoria nodded thoughtfully. “And does it work? Can you come with this little thing?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
Daniel blinked. “What?”
“Touch yourself. I want to watch you jerk that tiny cock.” She settled onto her couch, crossing her legs, her expression expectant. “Go on. Show me what you do when you’re thinking about me.”
His hand moved almost of its own accord. He wrapped his fingers around his small shaft—and realized his hand nearly covered it entirely. Victoria noticed too.
“God, look at that. Your whole hand hides it. I bet you use two fingers, don’t you? I bet you can’t even do a proper stroke.”
She was right. He’d developed a two-finger technique over the years, his thumb and forefinger working what little length he had. He switched to that now, and Victoria’s smile widened.
“There it is. The two-finger shuffle. That’s adorable.” She uncrossed her legs, spreading them slightly, giving him a glimpse of the damp patch on her yoga pants. “Keep going. I want to see if those little balls can actually produce.”
Daniel stroked himself faster, his face burning with shame even as his arousal climbed higher. The humiliation was part of it—he understood that now. He’d always known he was small, always felt the sting of inadequacy, but he’d never had someone so openly, so gleefully point it out.
“You know what I think?” Victoria asked, her voice conversational. “I think your wife doesn’t even feel you. I think you slide that little thing inside her and she has to concentrate just to know you’re there. Am I wrong?”
Daniel’s breath caught. “She… we make it work.”
“I’m sure you do. With your tongue, probably. With toys. Because that?” She gestured at his cock. “That’s not a pleasure tool. That’s a novelty item. That’s something you’d find in a gag gift bag.”
Daniel moaned, his fingers moving faster.
“Oh, you really do love this.” Victoria leaned forward. “Tell me. Tell me how small you are.”
“I’m small,” he whispered.
“Smaller.”
“I have a tiny dick. A pathetic little cock. It’s barely a cock at all.”
“Better.” She stood, approaching him. “Stop touching yourself.”
He did, his hand falling to his side. His little erection jutted out, angry and desperate.
Victoria reached out and took him between her thumb and forefinger—not stroking, just holding. Examining. “I could fit this whole thing in my mouth and still have room to talk.” She squeezed gently. “I could take you in my ass and not even feel you. That’s how small you are.”
“Please,” Daniel gasped.
“Please what?”
“Please… make fun of me. Tell me how inadequate I am.”
Victoria’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, you sweet, pathetic man. You’ve been needing this, haven’t you? Someone to see you. To really see you.”
She released him and stepped back.
“On your knees.”
Daniel dropped immediately, his knees hitting the carpet.
Victoria pulled her tank top over her head, revealing a black bra that contained heavy, natural breasts. She unclasped it and let it fall. Her breasts sagged slightly with age, her nipples large and brown. She stepped closer, lifting one breast to his mouth.
“Suck. And while you suck, I’m going to tell you exactly what your little cock is good for.”
Daniel latched onto her nipple, suckling eagerly.
“Good boy. Now listen.” She cradled his head against her breast. “That tiny thing will never satisfy a woman. Never. Not with penetration. You know that, don’t you? You’ve always known. Every time you’ve been inside a woman, you’ve felt how empty she is. How she’s pretending.”
Daniel moaned against her breast, his hips thrusting at nothing.
“But that doesn’t mean you’re useless. You have a tongue. You have hands. You have a wallet, I’m guessing, and a willingness to please.” She pulled his head back, looking down at him. “What you need is a woman who understands. A woman who won’t pretend your little clitty-cock is something it’s not. A woman who’ll use you properly while reminding you of what you are.”
“Yes,” Daniel breathed. “Yes, please.”
Victoria smiled. “Good. Now get these pants off completely and follow me to the bedroom. I’m going to sit on your face, and you’re going to show me what that mouth can do. And if you do a good job—if you make me come—I might let you rub that little thing against my foot while I tell you what a small-dicked loser you are.”
Daniel scrambled to obey, kicking off his shoes, stepping out of his pants, leaving his boxer briefs in a pile. Naked now, his tiny cock leading the way, he followed Victoria down the hall.
In her bedroom, she stripped off her yoga pants—no underwear beneath—and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs. Her pussy was waxed smooth, her lips thick and pink, already glistening.
“Come here. Put your face where it belongs.”
Daniel climbed onto the bed and buried his face between her thighs. She was wet, musky, her arousal thick on his tongue as he licked her folds.
“Mmm. That’s it. Not bad.” She grabbed his hair, positioning him exactly where she wanted him. “Now suck my clit. And don’t you dare touch that little cock. I want you desperate.”
Daniel worked her clit with his lips and tongue, feeling her thighs tense around his ears. Victoria’s commentary continued.
“I had a lover once—big black man, built like a statue. His cock was so thick I could barely get my hand around it. He’d fuck me for hours, and I’d come so hard I saw stars.” She pulled his hair. “You’ll never give anyone that. Never. The best you can hope for is being a good little mouth and wallet. Maybe I’ll let you watch me with real men. Would you like that? Sitting in the corner, rubbing your tiny thing while a real cock makes me scream?”
Daniel groaned into her pussy, licking faster.
“Oh, you would. You’d love to see what you can never have. To be reminded, over and over, how inadequate you are.” Victoria’s hips began to move, grinding against his face. “Keep going. Right there. Don’t stop.”
He sucked her clit harder, his jaw aching, his neglected cock throbbing against the bed.
Victoria’s orgasm built slowly, her breathing quickening, her thighs squeezing tighter. When she came, she came hard—her whole body shaking, her hand shoving his face deeper into her cunt.
“Yes, yes, yes—don’t stop, don’t—fuck!”
She rode out the waves, finally pushing his head away. Daniel sat back, his face slick with her, gasping for air.
Victoria lay there, catching her breath, then propped herself up on her elbows to look at him.
“Not bad. You’ve had practice eating pussy, I can tell. Your wife trained you well.” She sat up fully, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “Now stand up. Let me see that little thing again.”
Daniel stood, his cock still hard, still pathetically small.
Victoria reached out and flicked it with her finger. He yelped.
“Aw, did that hurt? That little thing is sensitive, isn’t it?” She took it between her fingers again, handling it almost roughly. “I’ve decided something. I’m going to let you come. But you’re going to do it my way.”
She positioned her bare foot on the bed, her toes painted a deep red.
“Rub against my foot. Hump it like a dog. And while you do, I’m going to tell you what a pathetic, tiny-dicked little man you are.”
Daniel didn’t hesitate. He pressed his cock against the top of her foot—it barely covered any surface area—and began to move his hips. The friction was minimal, but the humiliation was overwhelming.
“Look at you. Grinding against my foot because you can’t even fuck it properly. Your little thing is barely making contact.” Victoria watched him with amusement. “You know, I could probably fit that entire cock in my shoe. Just slide it right in. Would you like that? Fucking my shoe while I laugh at you?”
“Please, can I—” Daniel gasped.
“Can you what?”
“Can I cum? Please, I need—”
“Need what? Say it.”
“I need to cum while you tell me how small I am!”
Victoria smiled. “Go ahead. Cum on my foot, you tiny-dicked loser. Show me what those little baby balls can do.”
Daniel cried out, his hips stuttering as his orgasm hit. Thin streams of cum spurted onto Victoria’s foot—barely enough to coat her toes.
Victoria examined the mess with exaggerated interest.
“Well. That’s… actually kind of impressive. In a sad way. You came as much as a man with a real cock would, but from something a quarter of the size.” She wiggled her cum-slick toes. “Clean this up.”
Daniel dropped to his knees and licked his own cum from her foot, swallowing every drop.
“Good boy.” Victoria patted his head. “Same time next week?”
Daniel looked up at her, spent and humiliated and somehow craving more. “Yes. Please.”
“Good. Now get dressed and go home to your wife. I’m sure she’s wondering where you are.” Victoria smiled. “Tell her you were helping me with something. It’s technically true—you helped me remember how much I enjoy mocking inadequate men.”
As Daniel dressed and left, he knew one thing for certain: he’d be back. And Victoria would be ready with plenty more ways to remind him exactly what he was.
A man with a cock too small to satisfy, but perfectly sized for humiliation.
The End.
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