My little clit
I knew it wasn't enough. My cock - if you could call it that. Five inches long (with the ruler pressed into my groin) and less than two fingers wide.
We used to have sex, but then we spent most nights masturbating each other. Me first, the man, and then once I'd spunked on my belly, I'd wipe it up. Exhausted, I'd get up and suck and play with her huge fleshy tits till she came. Imagine that? A man, exhausted, getting up and finishing her off? I think this was when it first started.
Then, my fist covering most of my dick, I'd wank it, and she slipped a finger in me and I came almost instantly. Now I've a loose cunt that gets fisted every weekend.
Wanking midweek, we discovered that I liked pain, so she would slap and squeeze my little nuts, whilst I jerked my load over my belly. Again, I'd get up and help her climax. Finished, she'd roll over.
Then the dildo. It was a big, floppy white one, as wide as a toilet roll and the length of two. I'd lick her beautiful cunt to start with tasting all her juices, and once ready would fuck her with the dildo, with her legs spread wide with her wand on her clit.
Or on her stomach, her juicy cunt in the air, my nose in her arse, my tongue in her cunt and again I'd fuck her.
Once spent, I'd splay her lips and admire her stretched, puffy pussy.
It was no surprise this turned me on, seeing her getting stretched in pleasure, ramming it deep inside her, as she bucked and thrust against this false flesh, my little cock stiffer than it had ever been.
From the floppy white one, to a stiff, hard big one. Really big. As wide as a forearm and just as tall. The floppy one not enough, we'd move onto the big one, and she would fuck it deep and hard, getting sweaty, her eyes closed, her hand on one nipple, picturing something - what I do not know.
But I can imagine. I do imagine, on those dark and lonely nights, the thoughts would creep in, of this big, beautiful lassie getting filled with a real cock. Flashes of a big, huge dick filling her on the sofa, filling her mouth, her eyes looking longingly at the owner, deep and intent on satisfying a real cock, whilst I look on, or get her pussy ready with my mouth, before he fucks her like she deserves to be fucked - deep and hard, till she is a mess, done; worn-out on the bed, her pussy gaping open dripping his hot, sticky fluid. Then she calls me over.
Ashamedly, I agree. This time my cock is caged tight, and I go to work, cleaning his sperm from her swollen pussy, licking away and enjoying the taste of their mingled juices.
Again she sucks his cock, her saliva coating his member, her tongue out lapping away at the head, at the shaft, at his balls, soaking him, pleasing him, till he grabs her black hair tight, and tremors spill throughout his body, erupting in his mouth.
She calls me over with her mouth full, a wicked shine to her eye. She grabs my jaw, opening it, and spits slowly, emptying it onto my waiting tongue, till I've swallowed it all.
He leaves, kissing her goodbye and it's my turn to be the slut.
Her old toys are now mine, and she tells me to, 'Get ready.'
I know what this means, so I leave, donning the black fishnets and pink dress.
I look at myself in the mirror. I look ridiculous, as I stare at myself in the mirror. My caged clit visible underneath the short dress. I feel like a fool, why on earth am I doing this?
Back in the room, I position myself on the bed, pillows underneath (as I've learnt that I need propping up, from the pounding she will give me), poppers in front, my winking cunt up in the air.
She slaps it first, building in tempo and power, till it opens like a flower. She stops. I hear the lube being spread across her gloved hand, working it all over, till a finger just sinks into me, no pressure left anymore.
This is why I do it.
Soon there are four inside me, rubbing my prostate in a circular motion.
Knowing what will come next I sniff, four deep and long huffs of the slutty juice.
Soon she pulls out, and in, and out, in a fast and rhythmic fashion like a locomotive, shredding any thoughts of being masculine, till I am being fucked deep and hard like a slut - her slut.
This lasts for what seems like hours. Hours in which my legs are like jelly. Shaking and unstoppable, I've collapsed, humped over the pillows, getting my cunt ploughed deep.
I must of orgasmed about ten times like a girl. The cage is soaking, the pillows too. I don't get the pleasure of touching my little clit anymore.
After, it's her turn again, and I roll over, unstable, eyes blurry, my cunt sloppy and open, and I suck and play with her tits, till she cums, and rolls over.
We used to have sex, but then we spent most nights masturbating each other. Me first, the man, and then once I'd spunked on my belly, I'd wipe it up. Exhausted, I'd get up and suck and play with her huge fleshy tits till she came. Imagine that? A man, exhausted, getting up and finishing her off? I think this was when it first started.
Then, my fist covering most of my dick, I'd wank it, and she slipped a finger in me and I came almost instantly. Now I've a loose cunt that gets fisted every weekend.
Wanking midweek, we discovered that I liked pain, so she would slap and squeeze my little nuts, whilst I jerked my load over my belly. Again, I'd get up and help her climax. Finished, she'd roll over.
Then the dildo. It was a big, floppy white one, as wide as a toilet roll and the length of two. I'd lick her beautiful cunt to start with tasting all her juices, and once ready would fuck her with the dildo, with her legs spread wide with her wand on her clit.
Or on her stomach, her juicy cunt in the air, my nose in her arse, my tongue in her cunt and again I'd fuck her.
Once spent, I'd splay her lips and admire her stretched, puffy pussy.
It was no surprise this turned me on, seeing her getting stretched in pleasure, ramming it deep inside her, as she bucked and thrust against this false flesh, my little cock stiffer than it had ever been.
From the floppy white one, to a stiff, hard big one. Really big. As wide as a forearm and just as tall. The floppy one not enough, we'd move onto the big one, and she would fuck it deep and hard, getting sweaty, her eyes closed, her hand on one nipple, picturing something - what I do not know.
But I can imagine. I do imagine, on those dark and lonely nights, the thoughts would creep in, of this big, beautiful lassie getting filled with a real cock. Flashes of a big, huge dick filling her on the sofa, filling her mouth, her eyes looking longingly at the owner, deep and intent on satisfying a real cock, whilst I look on, or get her pussy ready with my mouth, before he fucks her like she deserves to be fucked - deep and hard, till she is a mess, done; worn-out on the bed, her pussy gaping open dripping his hot, sticky fluid. Then she calls me over.
Ashamedly, I agree. This time my cock is caged tight, and I go to work, cleaning his sperm from her swollen pussy, licking away and enjoying the taste of their mingled juices.
Again she sucks his cock, her saliva coating his member, her tongue out lapping away at the head, at the shaft, at his balls, soaking him, pleasing him, till he grabs her black hair tight, and tremors spill throughout his body, erupting in his mouth.
She calls me over with her mouth full, a wicked shine to her eye. She grabs my jaw, opening it, and spits slowly, emptying it onto my waiting tongue, till I've swallowed it all.
He leaves, kissing her goodbye and it's my turn to be the slut.
Her old toys are now mine, and she tells me to, 'Get ready.'
I know what this means, so I leave, donning the black fishnets and pink dress.
I look at myself in the mirror. I look ridiculous, as I stare at myself in the mirror. My caged clit visible underneath the short dress. I feel like a fool, why on earth am I doing this?
Back in the room, I position myself on the bed, pillows underneath (as I've learnt that I need propping up, from the pounding she will give me), poppers in front, my winking cunt up in the air.
She slaps it first, building in tempo and power, till it opens like a flower. She stops. I hear the lube being spread across her gloved hand, working it all over, till a finger just sinks into me, no pressure left anymore.
This is why I do it.
Soon there are four inside me, rubbing my prostate in a circular motion.
Knowing what will come next I sniff, four deep and long huffs of the slutty juice.
Soon she pulls out, and in, and out, in a fast and rhythmic fashion like a locomotive, shredding any thoughts of being masculine, till I am being fucked deep and hard like a slut - her slut.
This lasts for what seems like hours. Hours in which my legs are like jelly. Shaking and unstoppable, I've collapsed, humped over the pillows, getting my cunt ploughed deep.
I must of orgasmed about ten times like a girl. The cage is soaking, the pillows too. I don't get the pleasure of touching my little clit anymore.
After, it's her turn again, and I roll over, unstable, eyes blurry, my cunt sloppy and open, and I suck and play with her tits, till she cums, and rolls over.
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