The Shape of Her Satisfaction
A Fictional SPH Story by cock3inch.
“Hard tonight?” he asked.
“Don’t start polite. Tell me what a useless little cock you have before you even touch my shoulders.”
Nolan squeezed a ribbon of oil down her spine. “It’s already hard in my sweats. Feels like a baby carrot. I can circle the whole thing with two fingers and still overlap.”
She shivered. “Better.”
He pressed his palms into her upper back, grinding out knots. “Every time I get hard, I remember how it’s not enough for you. Three inches on a good day. Maybe two and a half if I’m nervous. A body like yours doesn’t deserve that.”
“Whose body is it?”
“A body built for a fat, heavy cock. The kind that makes your jaw ache, and your pussy stretch.” He moved down to the dimples above her ass and kneaded her glutes. “My little nub couldn’t stretch you if it tried. You’d have to check if I was even inside.”
Veronica laughed low. “Mmm. Keep your thumbs there. Lower.”
He slid his oiled hands down, spreading her cheeks enough to expose her asshole and slick pussy lips. “This ass is so round. My dick would vanish between these cheeks before it ever touched your hole. I’d have to grind like a damn insect just to get the tip near you.”
“Then what would you do?” she purred.
“I’d apologize. Maybe use my tongue, because it’s longer and more useful than my little dick. And my tongue knows what it’s doing.” He paused, sliding a thumb along her wet slit. “I’d lick you until you came, because that’s the only way I’m useful.”
She arched. “Good boy. Now put your thumb in me. Tell me how much better your hand is than your prick.”
Nolan pushed one oiled thumb into her cunt from behind, curling it forward. She moaned as he worked it in and out. “See? My thumb fills you more than my cock would. It’s wider than my shaft most days. My other hand can cup my balls and my dick like a little pile of loose change.”
“Tell me about the last time you tried to fuck me with that thing.”
He added a second finger beside his thumb, stretching her pussy with wet, obscene sounds. “Last time I got inside you, you sighed like you were waiting for something real. You asked if I was all the way in. I was to the root. My balls were slapping your wet lips, and there was still room for two of your fingers next to my shaft. I came in about forty seconds because I felt how empty you were around me—and that’s not you being loose, that’s me being tiny.”
Veronica clenched around his hand. “God, yes. Call it what it is. Tell me you have a clit-dick.”
“I have a clit-dick. It’s a fat little bean at best. A real man’s cock wouldn’t leave your pussy feeling hollow. Mine’s the size of a lipstick tube, but less useful. I have to wear tight briefs so it doesn’t fall out when I run.”
She was panting, rocking her hips to meet his fingers. “Turn me over. I want to humiliate you while you eat me.”
He helped her flip. Her breasts were flushed, nipples hard. She scooted to the edge of the table and opened her legs wide. He knelt on the floor between them. “Please, let me show you how sorry I am for having a worthless little pecker.”
“Fuck, yes. But first, stroke yourself for me. Let me see how pathetic you are.”
Nolan freed his cock from his shorts. It was hard, short, not much thicker than her thumb. A shiny bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip. He wrapped two fingers around it and pumped slowly. “This is all I have. I can’t even get a full grip without my thumb and two fingers covering everything.”
Veronica reached down and flicked the head of his cock with her forefinger. “It’s cute. I can’t even call it ugly because it’s too small to be ugly. It’s like a little mushroom after rain.”
“Please don’t stop,” he whispered.
“I won’t. Now put your face in my pussy. And don’t you dare come until I say.”
He buried his face between her thighs. His tongue slid through her folds, sucking her clit. She grabbed his hair and ground against his mouth. “That tongue is the only thing on you that can make me feel anything. Even then, I have to imagine a real cock inside me while you lap like a thirsty little boy.”
He groaned into her cunt and kept working. He slid two fingers deep inside her, curling up. She tugged harder at his hair.
“Imagine me taking someone with a cock twice as long and three times as thick. Picture his cock splitting me open while you sit in the corner and jerk that peanut. You’d thank him for doing what your little prick never could.”
Nolan’s hand worked his own cock faster. His mouth never left her clit. Veronica’s thighs clamped around his ears as her orgasm built.
“I’m going to cum on your face, and you’re going to say thank you. I don’t care if you can’t breathe. Keep licking, little man.”
She came with a sharp cry, grinding against his tongue. Her cunt pulsed around his fingers, wetness coating his chin. He kept lapping until she pushed his head away.
“Mm, good. Now sit back against the wall and jerk that little thing off onto your stomach. I want to watch you squirt like a broken sprinkler.”
Nolan sat against the wall, his small cock jutting upward. He stroked it hard and fast. Veronica crawled over and knelt in front of him, not touching, just watching with a smirk.
“Look at it. I’ve seen clits bigger than that. You’re about to cum like a man, but there’s nothing manly about that little pink worm.”
His hips bucked. “I’m close—please—”
“Already? We just started. I haven’t even told you how I could fit it all in my mouth without opening my lips. Go ahead. Cum for me, you tiny-dicked husband. Spurt on your belly and remember that your wife has to use her own fingers and fantasies to get off.”
His cock jerked, and a thin, watery stream of cum spurted onto his stomach and chest. It was over quickly. His prick twitched as he panted.
Veronica licked a drop of cum from her finger and looked at him with satisfaction. “Mmm. That was exactly what I needed.”
Nolan exhaled. “I love you.”
She kissed his forehead. “I know. Now clean up and bring me water. Next time I want you to kneel on the floor and tell me about the biggest cock you’ve ever seen while I use my vibrator.”
He smiled, shaky. “Yes, ma’am.”
—
Three nights later, Veronica stretched out naked on the massage table in their spare room, a folded towel under her hips and the almond oil warming on the side table. Beside it, her favorite vibrator lay ready. She heard Nolan come in behind her, already breathing a little fast.
“You remember your assignment?” she asked without looking up.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Before you touch me, tell me what that thing in your shorts is doing.”
He cleared his throat. “It’s already hard. Feels like a little acorn pressing against my fly. I can get my thumb and two fingers all the way around it, and there’s still room for a third.”
She smiled into the towel. “Start with my shoulders. And keep talking.”
He slicked his hands and pressed into her upper back. “I’ve been thinking about what you said. About a real man’s cock. How yours would feel if it had an actual shaft, not just this little button between my legs.”
“Mmm. What else?”
“When I got hard in the shower this morning, I looked down and almost laughed. It was pointing up like a little pink thumb. I had to spread the hair around it just to see the whole thing.”
Veronica laughed, low and satisfied. “Poor little Nolan. Keep working lower.”
His hands slid down her spine, then over the full curve of her ass. He kneaded her glutes slowly, thumbs dipping near her crease. “This part of you is so round and warm. My little nub would disappear in here. I’d have to use my whole body weight just to get the tip anywhere near your pussy.”
“Then why don’t you tell me what that would feel like?”
He worked one oiled finger along her slit, not entering, just tracing. “Like a grain of rice trying to fill a silk purse. I’d slip in, and you’d still be waiting for something to arrive. I’d have to ask if it was in yet.”
She shifted, letting her legs part slightly. “You’re getting good at this. But tonight isn’t just about your tiny cock. I want the full confession.”
Nolan moved down to her inner thighs, using long, slow strokes that made her skin glisten. “You mean the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s exactly what I mean. But first, finish my legs. Make me drip before I turn over.”
He massaged from her knees up, each sweep stopping just shy of her pussy. His fingers brushed the wet lips, then pulled away. He did it again, then again, until she pushed back against his hand.
“Enough. Turn over.”
She rolled onto her back, flushed and open. Her nipples were tight, her cunt already slick. She watched him as she reached for the vibrator.
“Kneel on the floor. Hands behind your head. Don’t touch yourself until I say.”
Nolan lowered himself to the floor beside the table. His erection made an obvious, small tent in his shorts, the damp spot spreading at the tip.
Veronica switched on the vibrator and pressed it low against her clit. A soft buzz filled the room. She kept her eyes on him.
“Now. Tell me about the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. I want every detail.”
Nolan swallowed. “It was at the gym, maybe four years ago. I was in the shower after a workout. There was a man in the corner, maybe mid-twenties, built like a truck. Tall, thick chest, heavy thighs. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t help it.”
She turned the vibrator up a notch. “Keep going.”
“His cock hung soft past his balls, maybe six inches even when he wasn’t hard. It had this thick, veiny look, like it was waiting to be used. He soaped it slowly, not showing off, just washing. I watched it start to swell. When he got hard, it rose against his stomach—thick as my wrist, maybe nine inches, curved upward with a big, shiny head. His balls hung low and heavy under it.”
Veronica’s hips rolled against the vibrator. “And how did that make you feel?”
Nolan licked his lips. “Like my knees were going to give out. My little thing shriveled up to a nub. I thought I might drop my soap. I couldn’t stop staring. When he caught me looking, he didn’t say anything. He just smirked and turned a little so I could see it from the side. That was worse. It had weight. It bounced when he moved. My whole hand wouldn’t have covered the shaft.”
“Would you have gotten on your knees for him?” Veronica asked, breathy.
“Yes. In front of the whole locker room. I would have opened my mouth and let him choke me with it.”
“What about me?” She pressed the vibrator harder against her clit. “Would you want to watch him fuck me with that monster?”
Nolan groaned. “More than anything. I’d kneel in the corner and jerk this little twig while he split you open. I’d watch his thick cock stretch your pussy, hear you scream for more, and I’d thank him for doing what I never could.”
Veronica leaned up on one elbow, looking down at him. “Show me your small cock. Let me see how hard this story made you.”
He freed himself from his shorts. His erection stood at full attention—short, maybe two and a half inches, not much thicker than her finger. A clear strand of pre-cum clung to the tip.
She laughed, the vibrator still humming against her. “God, look at it. My clit is bigger than that. That’s not a cock, Nolan. That’s a misplaced nipple with a pulse.”
He whined, but his hips twitched.
“Stroke it,” she said. “Slow. Don’t come until I tell you.”
He wrapped two fingers around his shaft and began pulling with short, tight strokes. The wet sound was faint, almost pathetic.
Veronica spread her legs wider, angling the vibrator so it buzzed directly over her swollen clit. “Tell me how he’d fuck me.”
“He’d push the head in first,” Nolan said, voice cracking. “Your pussy would stretch around it, white with lube. You’d make him go slow because it’s so thick. Once he was in, he’d pull back until just the tip was inside, then slam in to the root. Your whole body would jerk. I’d be on the floor, my little thing leaking, watching his heavy balls smack your ass.”
Veronica was panting now, rocking into the vibrator. “And what would you be doing?”
“Begging. I’d beg you to let me lick your clit while he fucks you. I’d beg to clean his cock after he’s done. My tiny prick would be so hard it aches, but it wouldn’t reach you. It never reaches anything.”
She moaned loudly. “That’s right. You’re just a little cuck with a baby dick.”
“I am. I’d wait until he’s finished, then crawl over and take his cum off your thighs with my tongue. I’d lick you clean and thank you for letting me watch a real man use what I can’t.”
Her hips bucked. The vibrator was on its highest setting now, shaking against her clit. “Faster. Stroke that little button faster,” she ordered.
Nolan pumped his small cock in a blur. His thighs tensed, but he held back.
“Don’t come,” she warned. “Not yet. I want to cum first while you think about him.”
She closed her eyes, riding the vibrator hard. “Picture it. His fat cock inside me. Stretching me. Ruining your tiny little wife for your pitiful prick.”
Nolan’s breath came in ragged gasps. “I—I can see it. He’s splitting you open. You’re crying for more. I’m on the floor with my little acorn, jerking off like a dog.”
“Fuck,” Veronica moaned, thighs shaking. “I’m close.”
“Let me see you cum,” he pleaded. “Please. My little cock is so hard for you. I’m sorry it’s so small. I’m sorry I can’t fill you. Please cum.”
She cried out, back arching off the table. Her orgasm ripped through her, cunt clenching around nothing, vibrator still grinding against her clit. She shook, gasping, then eased it away and dropped it to the table.
She looked down at him with heavy, satisfied eyes. “Good boy.”
Nolan was still stroking, his small shaft red and wet. “Please—can I cum?”
Veronica smiled. “Catch it in your hand. I don’t want a single drop on my floor.”
He shuddered, hand flying. A thin, pale thread of cum spurted into his waiting palm, then another weak pulse. It was over in seconds. He stared at the small puddle, breathing hard.
“Now clean it up,” she said. “Lick every bit off your fingers.”
He did as he was told, eyes on her the whole time. She watched, pleased.
“Next time,” Veronica said, “you can kneel on the floor and practice with a dildo first. Something that’s actually cock-sized. Maybe then you’ll understand what my body needs from a real man.”
Nolan swallowed. “Yes, ma’am.”
She stretched lazily, still slick and flushed. “Now clean up and get me water. And leave that little thing out. I want it to be cold and soft by the time you get back.”
—
Nolan came back with the water, moving carefully through the cool hall. His cock had shriveled down to a cold, pink little stub, barely clearing his balls. The air on it made him shiver, and he could feel every step as it bounced, small and useless. He stopped in front of the massage table, glass in hand, and waited.
Veronica pushed herself up on one elbow and took the water from him. She sipped slowly, eyes fixed on his exposed crotch. Then she set the glass aside.
“Hands behind your back,” she said.
He clasped them at the small of his spine. His breathing was shallow.
She reached out with one finger and prodded the soft little nub. It moved indifferently, folding slightly under her touch. She snorted.
“Look at it. It’s not even a cock anymore. It’s a frightened little pink grub trying to crawl back into your body.”
Nolan swallowed. “It’s cold, ma’am.”
“I’m sure it is.” She rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, not gently. “This is what a real man’s cock should feel like after a cold walk—nothing. A little shriveled acorn. But a real man has something to warm up. You just have this.” She let it go, and it dropped against his balls with a soft, faint tap.
He didn’t answer. His thighs tensed.
“Take off the rest of your shorts,” Veronica said. “Then go to the drawer under the bookshelf. Bring me the long leather case.”
Nolan stripped quickly and walked to the drawer. The wooden floor was cold under his bare feet. He knelt, opened the drawer, and lifted out the case. It was heavy. He brought it back and set it on the edge of the massage table. Veronica unzipped it herself.
Inside lay a thick, veined silicone dildo, maybe eight inches long and wide enough that her fingers didn’t meet around the shaft. The base was a set of molded balls, and the head was broad and blunt, sculpted with a flared ridge. It was darker than his skin, almost black, and glossy under the lamp.
“Do you remember what this is?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Tell me.”
“It’s the biggest toy you have. You said it’s what a real man should feel like inside you.”
Veronica smiled and lifted the dildo out. She held it beside his face first. The tip reached from his lips to past his ear. His eyes widened.
“Kneel,” she said.
Nolan dropped to his knees on the rug. She turned on the table, sitting up fully, legs parted enough that he could see the shine of her pussy. She held the dildo by the base and tapped its blunt head against his bottom lip.
“Tonight, you’re going to practice. If you ever want to watch a real man fuck me, you need to learn how to take a real cock in your mouth without gagging like a virgin.”
She pushed the tip between his lips. The silicone was cool and faintly sweet from soap. He opened wide, and she slid it over his tongue, only an inch or two.
“Suck it,” she ordered. “Show me you can worship something bigger than that little button between your legs.”
Nolan closed his mouth around the head and sucked, cheeks hollowing. Saliva began to coat the toy. Veronica pushed deeper, and his jaw stretched. He made a wet, muffled sound as the ridge of the head hit the roof of his mouth. His eyes watered.
“Deeper,” she said. “If a real man’s cock comes down your throat, you won’t get to decide how much. You’ll take it all.”
She pressed inward. The dildo slid past the back of his tongue, and he gagged hard, a thick strand of spit running down his chin. Veronica pulled back, then pushed in again, slower. He coughed, but kept sucking, eyes fixed on hers.
“That’s it. Let it fill your mouth. Feel what a real cock does to you.” She rocked the toy gently in and out of his lips. “You look so pretty with your mouth full. Much prettier than when you try to use that little thing.”
She withdrew it with a slick pop. A long string of drool stretched from his lip to the head. He knelt there, panting, chin wet.
“Now hold it next to your little cock,” she said. “I want to see the comparison.”
He took the dildo in both hands. It was slippery from his spit. He held it up beside his soft, cold penis. The contrast was obscene. The dildo’s head alone was thicker than his entire shaft. His own cock looked like a shriveled pink afterthought, barely two inches of loose skin and a small, dimpled tip.
Veronica laughed, low and delighted. “Look at that. The head of that toy is bigger than everything you have. Put the base against your stomach. Let me see it standing next to you.”
He pressed the suction-cup base against his lower belly, the massive shaft pointing up along his torso. The tip reached past his navel. His own little nub lay against the base, smaller than one of the fake balls. He couldn’t look away.
“That’s what I need,” she said, leaning forward. “Not a pink little worm. Not a rice grain. That.” She tapped the dildo with her nail. “This is the smallest thing that should ever touch my pussy again.”
Nolan shuddered. His small cock twitched, still mostly soft but starting to fill with blood against his will. Veronica noticed.
“Oh, you like that? Comparing yourself to a real man’s size turns you on.” She slipped off the table and stood over him. “Show me.”
He looked up at her, confused.
“Put your little cock next to it again,” she said. “You’re getting hard, aren’t you?”
He was. The cold had worn off, and his erection was returning—a short, pink stub now maybe three inches, thin as two fingers, curving slightly upward. He held the dildo against himself again. The fake head alone dwarfed his entire shaft. The dildo’s thick length threw a shadow over his pathetic little erection.
“Pathetic,” Veronica breathed. “You’re as hard as you’ll ever get, and it’s still just a clit with a heartbeat.”
Nolan’s hips gave a small, involuntary jerk. A bead of pre-cum formed at his tiny slit and slid down the underside.
“Don’t move,” she said. She stepped closer, pressing her bare thigh against the side of his face. The smell of her arousal was sharp and warm. With one hand, she grasped his small cock between two fingers and squeezed it gently, mockingly.
“I could pluck this off like a berry,” she whispered. “And you’d thank me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he breathed.
She released him and took the dildo from his hands. “Get on the table. On your back.”
Nolan climbed onto the massage table, still damp from her earlier sweat. The towel bunched under him. She gestured for him to lie flat, legs apart. His little erection jutted up from his groin, twitching.
Veronica straddled his chest facing him, the heavy dildo in her hand. She wiped his drool off the shaft with a small cloth, then coated it with a fresh squeeze of lube from the bottle on the side table—the room filled with the faint scent of almond.
“I want you to watch,” she said. “Not touch. Not hump. Watch.”
She rose on her knees, positioned the blunt head of the dildo at her folds, and began to sink. Her mouth fell open as the wide head stretched her. She moaned, a real, guttural moan, and took another inch.
Nolan’s small cock throbbed. His hands gripped the edges of the table.
“This is what a man feels like inside me,” Veronica said, eyes half-lidded. “Wide. Full. Unforgiving.” She let her weight drop another inch. “Your little thing couldn’t even reach where this head is right now.”
She bit her lip and looked down at his pitiful erection. “Don’t you dare touch yourself. If I see your hand move, I’ll tie it to the table leg.”
He nodded, knuckles white.
She began to ride the dildo slowly, pressing the base against the towel beneath her. Her breasts bounced with every movement. Her pussy made wet, sucking sounds as she lifted and dropped, the thick shaft glistening each time it appeared.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. “That’s deep. That’s a real cock, Nolan. Not your little acorn. Not your pink worm. This is what my cunt was made for.”
She ground her hips in a circle, reaching down with one hand to rub her clit. Her thighs began to tremble. She looked down at him, and there was nothing but contempt in her eyes.
“You’re leaking,” she said.
He was. A steady thread of pre-cum pooled on his stomach just below his navel. His tiny cock stood erect, purple at the tip, twitching with every sound she made.
“Please,” he whispered.
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum.”
“No.” She increased her pace, slamming the dildo into herself. “You don’t get to cum while a real cock is taking what’s mine. You lie there and ache. That’s your job.”
She threw her head back, neck straining. Her fingers worked her clit in fast, tight circles. The dildo pumped in and out of her, wet and loud. Nolan’s whole body shook with the need to touch himself, but he didn’t.
“Here it comes,” she panted. “Fuck—yes—yes—!”
Her orgasm tore through her with a raw, animal cry. She buried the dildo to the base and ground down, shivering, as her pussy clenched around the silicone. Her thighs locked, and she fell forward, catching herself on his chest. The dildo stayed lodged inside her, pressing against the towel and the top of his stomach, hot and wet.
For a long moment, all he could hear was her breathing.
Then she lifted herself, and the dildo slid out with a wet pop. A gush of her juices dripped onto his belly, warm and thick. She held the slick toy up and turned it in the light.
“Look at that,” she said, voice hoarse. “That’s my cunt all over a real man’s cock. Not one drop of it came from your little thing.”
Nolan lay there, erection still bobbing uselessly, pre-cum running down his tense lower belly. He was trembling, desperate.
Veronica swung her leg off the table and stood, unsteady but satisfied. She turned to him, the used dildo still in her hand.
“Now clean it,” she said. “Every inch.”
He sat up slowly, muscles weak. She pressed the dildo to his lips. He opened his mouth and took it in, tasting her salt and the faint sweetness of the lube. He sucked and licked, washing every ridge and vein with his tongue. She watched him, smiling.
When it was clean, she pulled it away. “Good boy.”
He looked up at her, eyes glassy. His little cock was still hard, visibly aching.
Veronica set the dildo aside and cupped his chin. “You can sleep in the corner tonight. On the floor. With that little thing out and leaking. If you touch it, I’ll know, and I’ll make you go another week without coming.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered.
“Tomorrow,” she said, releasing his chin and walking toward the bedroom, “you’ll put that dildo in the harness and fuck me with it while I tell you about the man at the gym. And you’ll stay soft the whole time. If you can’t, you’ll clean my floor with your tongue.”
She paused at the door, glancing back at him. “That’s the closest you’ll ever get to being a real man.”
Nolan stood there, hard and aching, as the door clicked shut behind her.
—
The next night, Veronica didn’t bother with the massage table. She was already naked in the bedroom, propped against a stack of pillows, legs spread wide enough that Nolan could see how wet she was before he even crossed the threshold. The lamp on the nightstand burned low and gold across her stomach and thighs.
“Lock the door,” she said.
He did.
“Put it on.”
The harness lay at the foot of the bed, black straps already adjusted. The dildo from the night before stood upright in the leather ring, still faintly slick. Nolan picked it up and stepped into the harness, pulling the straps tight around his hips and under his ass. The base pressed cold and hard just above his own soft, pink little cock, which hung limp between his legs.
Veronica watched him with a lazy smile. “You followed my rule. You’re soft.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. That’s the only way you’re allowed to be between my legs.”
She crooked a finger. Nolan climbed onto the bed, the heavy dildo bobbing obscenely in front of him. It was longer and thicker than his erection had ever been, the dark silicone head already glistening under the lamp. He crawled between her thighs and stopped, waiting.
Veronica reached down and wrapped her hand around the shaft. “This is the cock you’ll fuck me with. Not yours. Yours stays soft and useless under the harness. If I feel you get hard against my ass, I’ll make you sleep outside.”
“I understand.”
“Then fuck me,” she said, guiding the blunt head to her folds. “And while you do, I want you to tell me about the man at the gym again. Every detail. Don’t leave anything out.”
Nolan pressed forward. The head slipped inside her, and Veronica’s mouth fell open. Her pussy was hot and already soaked, gripping the silicone as he pushed deeper. He watched her stretch around the shaft, her lips spread wide, and beneath the harness his own small cock gave a weak, pathetic twitch but stayed soft.
“He was in the locker room,” Nolan said, his voice already rough. “He didn’t have a towel on. He walked right past me to the showers.”
“How big was he soft?” Veronica asked, her hips tilting up to take more.
Nolan pulled back and thrust in again, deeper. The base ground against his pubic bone and crushed his own little nub against the leather. “Huge. Longer than this thing, and he wasn’t even hard. It hung to mid-thigh, thick as my wrist.”
Veronica moaned. “What did the head look like?”
“Fat. Heavy. It swung when he walked. I couldn’t stop staring.”
“Of course you couldn’t.” She reached between them and pressed the vibrator against her clit. The sudden buzz filled the room. “Keep going. Fuck me harder.”
Nolan obliged, snapping his hips forward. The straps bit into his thighs. The dildo drove into her with wet, slapping sounds, and Veronica gasped, her free hand fisting the sheets. His own cock remained a soft little afterthought trapped under the harness, bouncing uselessly with each thrust.
“He saw me looking,” Nolan said, panting. “He just smiled. Like he knew what I was thinking.”
“What were you thinking?”
His rhythm stuttered. “That I wanted to see it hard. That I wanted to know what it would look like going inside you.”
Veronica laughed, breathless. “Say it.”
Nolan thrust harder. “I wanted to watch him fuck you. I wanted to see his big cock split your pussy open while I sat there with my tiny little thing in my hand.”
“Would you touch yourself?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’d stroke my little nub while he wrecked you.”
Veronica’s hips bucked up against him. She pressed the vibrator harder against her clit, her thighs starting to shake. “Would you thank him?”
“Yes. I’d thank him for giving you what I can’t.”
“And what would you do after?”
Nolan’s whole body trembled. The dildo plunged into her, the bed creaking beneath them. “I’d clean his cum out of your pussy with my tongue. Then I’d ask him to let me suck his cock clean.”
Veronica let out a sharp, broken cry. Her inner walls clamped down on the silicone, and her back arched off the mattress. “Yes—fuck, yes—like that—!”
Nolan kept thrusting through her orgasm, watching her come apart around the fake cock. Her thighs locked around his hips, her hand shaking as she ground the vibrator against her clit. The wet sounds of the dildo moving inside her filled the room, and beneath the harness his own soft little cock leaked a thin string of pre-cum against the leather.
When her spasms finally eased, Veronica pushed at his chest. “Stop.”
He did, buried to the base inside her. They stayed there for a long second, both breathing hard. Then she reached down and gripped the harness.
“Pull out,” she said. “Slowly.”
Nolan withdrew. The dildo emerged from her with a slick, wet suck, her pussy gaping briefly before closing. A thick smear of her arousal coated the dark shaft from base to head.
Veronica sat up, her legs still trembling. She looked at the dildo, then at the small, soft little nub of his real cock trapped beneath the leather. She smiled.
“You stayed soft,” she said. “I’m impressed.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“Take the harness off.”
Nolan unbuckled it with shaking hands and set it aside. His own cock was still soft, pink and wrinkled, smaller than two of her fingers. A clear bead of pre-cum clung to the tip, and a damp spot darkened the leather where he’d leaked.
Veronica reached out and flicked the head with her nail. It twitched but didn’t harden. “Look at that. You just fucked me with a real man’s cock, and this little thing still can’t even stand up. It’s hopeless.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered.
She picked up the vibrator, still humming low, and pressed it against the underside of his soft little shaft. His whole body jolted, his cock twitching uselessly, but it barely swelled. Veronica laughed.
“It doesn’t even know what to do with a woman. Not even a vibrator can make it a man.” She clicked it off and tossed it aside. “But you did well. So I’ll reward you.”
Nolan’s breath caught.
Veronica swung her legs off the bed and stood. She was taller than him like this, naked and flushed, her thighs shiny with her own juices. She pointed to the floor between her feet.
“Kneel.”
He did, naked and shivering, his soft little cock hanging between his legs. She stepped closer, the heat of her body washing over him. Then she lifted one bare foot and pressed it against his cheek.
“You may touch yourself,” she said. “But only with two fingers. And you’ll look at my pussy while you do it. The pussy a real cock just fucked. The pussy your little thing could never satisfy.”
Nolan looked up at her, then down at the wet, pink swell of her sex. Her lips were still puffy and slick from the dildo. A thin line of her arousal ran down the inside of her thigh.
He brought two fingers to his tiny shaft and began to rub in slow, shaking circles. His little cock twitched and slowly, pathetically, began to harden—never more than a short, pink stub, thin and curving upward.
Veronica watched, arms crossed. “Is that all? That’s as hard as you get after watching me come on a real cock?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he gasped. His fingers moved faster.
“Stroke it,” she said. “Hurts, doesn’t it? Knowing that little thing is all you have. Knowing the only way you’ll ever be inside me is with a strap-on while a real man’s memory is in your mouth.”
Nolan’s hips bucked into his own hand. His balls tightened, small and high. “Please,” he whispered.
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum.”
Veronica crouched down in front of him, her face inches from his. Her breath was warm on his lips. “You want to cum like this? On the floor, with two fingers, while I watch you make a mess of yourself?”
“Yes, ma’am. Please. I need it.”
She tilted her head, eyes bright. “Then do it. Cum on my feet like the little worm you are.”
Nolan’s whole body shuddered. He jerked his tiny cock faster, the head leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto his fingers. Veronica uncrossed her arms and placed one foot flat on his thigh, toes curling.
“Cum, Nolan,” she ordered.
His orgasm hit him like a punch to the gut. A thin, watery spurt shot from his pathetic little cock and landed on the arch of her foot, then another on her ankle, then a final weak trickle down his own fingers. He groaned, high and broken, his whole body shaking as he milked the last drops onto her skin.
When it was over, he sagged forward, hands dropping to the floor. His cock was already shrinking back to nothing, slick and pink and exhausted.
Veronica looked down at the mess. She lifted her foot, inspecting the small smear of cum with a faint smile.
“That’s all you had? Pathetic.” She pressed her cum-covered toes against his lips. “Clean it.”
Nolan opened his mouth and licked her skin, tasting his own thin release. He sucked each toe clean, then lowered his head and licked the drops off his trembling fingers.
Veronica stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him. She looked satisfied, her thighs open, her pussy still glistening.
“Tomorrow,” she said, “we’re buying you a smaller harness. One that doesn’t cover that little thing so much. I want to see it bouncing uselessly while you fuck me.”
Nolan looked up at her, eyes glassy and grateful.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
She smiled and lay back against the pillows.
“Now sleep on the floor where you belong,” she murmured. “And dream about the man from the gym. Because one day soon, you’ll be watching him do what you never can.”
Nolan curled up on the rug at the foot of the bed, still naked and aching and small. The taste of himself lingered on his tongue. Above him, Veronica clicked off the lamp, and the room fell into darkness.
He slept at her feet, harder than he had ever been in his life, and softer than any man had ever been.
The End.
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