She turned to give him a good view of her ass and bare back. She knew the taut, defined musculature and delicate little bumps of vertebrae of her back were sexy. Past boyfriends commented on it, and she wore a backless dress to prom to feature it.
She peeked over her left shoulder, meeting his intense eyes with a sultry gaze. She needed to get her loose pyjama pants down so he could get a good view of her bare butt. She wanted to show him her body, and could barely wait for his reaction after he saw her ass. Her left arm covered her breasts and her right hand popped the ribbon tie at the top of her pyjama bottoms. Because the pyjamas were baggy, two hip wiggles dropped them down to her knees where they only stopped because of her widespread feet. Her right hand caressed her pussy lips through her panties even though Little Johnson couldn’t even see it from where he sat.
Jackie saw his eyes zero in on her small round ass, which rotated in figure 8’s. Since his eyes were occupied, she stole a quick peek at his groin. She didn’t want him to see her looking and misinterpret the look. She just wanted confirmation her movements were effective, getting him turned on. She saw they were because he was.
She thought his penis must be huge, especially for his size. Wasn’t that true of ‘Little People’? Everything else was small, but their genitals were the same size as regular people? She wasn’t sure if that was the rule or if Little Johnson was exceptional, but his cock created a massive bulge in his pants. Any bigger and it would poke out of his waistband. Jackie’s eyes flicked to the bizarre dildo to make sure he hadn’t shoved it down his pants. Nope, the dildo was right there next to him. She felt a hysterical giggle bubble up when she thought, “The foot-long dildo lying next to Little Johnson is only a foot away from Little Johnson’s Big Johnson. “
Without her pyjama bottoms, all that covered her butt was a paper-thin pair of pale blue silk panties. Her body was now fully in auto stripper mode, moving sexually without thought. She felt the beat of her pulse in her temples, puffing up her vulva, stiffening the tips of her nipples. Part of her remained outside herself watching and reacting with pleasure to what it observed. Little Johnson wasn’t the only one enjoying her performance.
Still on auto stripper, Jackie bent at the waist and looked between her legs at him. Her hair grazed the carpet, blood rushed to her head making her dizzy, the skin of her buttocks stretched to accommodate the position, and her thin panties rode up the crack of her ass.
She tried to achieve the demanded eye contact while shaking her ass and looking through her legs upside down but it was a challenge. She watched the little guy pull his cock out and handle it. The cock grew quite big, swollen dark with blood and almost purple at the head.
For just a second, Jackie imagined that cock plunging into her pussy while she was in her present semi-helpless ankle-grabbing position. She felt a tremendous flush of heated arousal. Her right hand stroked her oily slick panty gusset, throwing oil on the blaze there, while her left hand clutched her left ankle to keep her anchored in place.
Watching his hand pumping the angry-looking cock, she reassured herself she was only getting into her role to turn him on so much he would come from his own hand. Satisfied then, he would give her what she wanted. Her pussy didn’t buy that revisionist version of events.
Feeling lost and helpless, her right hand working on its own agenda, she wondered if Little Johnson had noticed how wet she was. Did she want him to? Her consideration of the question turned her on more, and she released a flood of pussy juice that flowed right through the soaked panty crotch and dappled the fingers and palm of her agitating hand.
“I call pause. Stay like that. Don’t move except for your hand. Keep moving those fingers. Keep playing with your pussy. “
Not understanding what was going on, she automatically followed the little man’s commands. For that moment, all she knew in the world was her desire to please him. Besides, her pussy felt so needy and so wet and the last thing she wanted was to lose contact with it. She was grateful he allowed her to continue rubbing it.
Her fingers pushed the triangle of the panties to one side until it cut deep into the tender flesh connecting the top of her inner thigh with her pubic mound. It hurt a little but that was fine, somehow even better than it not hurting. Jackie felt confused and had a hard time thinking clearly.
Her only motions now were her hand working at the wet folds of her pussy and the slight bumping of her hips to drive her pussy into harsher contact with her hand. She couldn’t help the small hip movement, but figured Little Johnson wouldn’t mind, would enjoy seeing the rippling tensing of her butt muscles as wanton electric currents fired.
She heard the perverted little man laugh. It was weird how she could simultaneously feel so much dread about her predicament and so much physical pleasure. She knew the combination was coincidental, not causal. She regretted that her behaviour perpetuated the myth in Little Johnson’s mind that women liked to be demeaned and sexually objectified. She hated affirming his misogyny.
All her senses returned to her current situation. She heard the liquid slurp of her pussy lips, her breathlessness, the pounding of her pulse, and now the sound of pants dropping to the floor and heavy shoes kicked off.
She squinted between her legs, her upside down view confirming what her ears already revealed. Little Johnson’s pants and boots were off and his Big Johnson bobbed in the open air, cranked at a forty-five degree angle. He rubbed it as he approached her and she thought he might masturbate on her ass once he got nearer. How could he masturbate without embarrassment, while she was suffused with shame for conducting the same action? It wasn’t fair.
As she eyed bobbing Big Johnson, her pussy felt hotter and wetter. Suddenly, it all seemed worth it. The stress, the embarrassment, the loss of control, and the humiliation had all led up to this point in her life. Now she lived in the moment, only looking into a future as far away as a climax of epic proportions. Her clit throbbed and she knew orgasm was not far away. Feeling reckless, she wondered if she could shove all four of her fingers up her pussy. She was sure Little Johnson would love that. So would she.
She opened her passion-clenched eyes and look through her legs at Little Johnson. Inanely, she worried he might come on the coffee table her mother gave her last Christmas. Wherever he ejaculated she knew she better see it so she could clean it up later. But she also wanted to see him. Though he was an ugly little shrimp and he bossed her around it excited her to see him hard, rubbing that too-large cock, and staring at her ass and pussy. The watched feeling was highly arousing. It made her picture herself as well and that made her even more excited. Her unleashed thoughts stimulated a pulse of vaginal fluid. God, she must have a bucket of it stored up in her womb! A thin streamlet of pussy juice ran down each of her legs.
Little Johnson moved even closer! He stepped up until the head of his penis hung only about a foot from Jackie’s pussy. Jackie was suddenly worried about that cock and grateful her hand was there working at her pussy folds. The hand would protect her. He wouldn’t be able to stick it in. A cock penetrating her wasn’t the worst thing she could imagine. It might be the best thing. Her fingers squeezed her pussy flesh trying to bring herself back to reality but the intermingled pain and pleasure drove her further out of her normal mind.
Her mind was on the possibility of that cock shoving into her steaming pussy. Doing whatever it wanted to her. It would split her and glide through her vaginal folds. Her mind was trying to wrap around the idea of that cock pleasuring her, the same way her pussy lips would wrap around it. She knew there would be no physical or mental resistance once her hand was out of the way. Everything was so slippery the smallest brush from his small hand would knock hers away. She was even more breathless now, expectant.
She eyed that dark swollen nasty cock and it looked wonderful to her at the moment. That is, she tried to convince herself, it would if the cock was connected to a decent normal
-looking man who loved her and treated her with respect. She desperately reminded herself that the current situation was the exact opposite of her ideal sexual fantasy, closer to her worst case scenario.
She closed her eyes and waited, listening to his harsh breathing above her. Her fingers continued to squish her labial folds and the side of her thumb pushed at her erect clitoris which seemed to push back for more. She wanted to stop, stand up, and move away from the little monster but her body insisted on continuing her current activities. Little Johnson was very close, but he still had not broken their bargain. If she stopped without permission she’d be the one at fault and all these embarrassing and arousing acts would be for nothing.
With her legs spread, muscles tense, and her hair brushing the floor like she was trying to sweep it, she no longer looked back at Little Johnson, she looked up at him. Mostly gazing up at his cock and wrinkled scrotum which teamed up to block view of his face. She wanted to see his face in order to gauge his intentions.
Considering that cock alone, without the human garbage attached to it, sent a thrill through Jackie. The thought he may masturbate until he came all over her ass sent another thrill piling into her. But the thought he may just knock her tiny slimy hand aside and plunge that purple-headed cock all the way down her channel sent an absolutely massive wave of forbidden need.
She tried to shake the nasty thought out of her blood-swollen head but it remained in place. She actually felt like asking him to do it. She knew he would. Jackie bit her lower lip viciously using the pain to bring herself back to her senses while also trying to stop any regrettable words or requests from coming out of her mouth. If she talked, no matter what she meant to say, she knew there was some small chance she’d ask him to fuck her.
Little Johnson finally spoke, his dark eyes moving from her exposed ass and sex to look down at her face.
“Take your hand away from your snatch. Put it on your other ankle. “
Jackie reluctantly pulled her hand away and moved it to clamp on her other ankle. Her poor hot pussy had nothing but cool air now. But her need did not diminish now that her fingers were not poking around in the oven. Somehow, the flames grew higher anyway, creating an anguish of need.
“Would you like permission to return your hand? Would you like to keep diddling yourself bent under a stranger’s cock? Like a little slut? “
Jackie kept biting her lower lip. It might be bleeding now. God help her if she allowed her mouth to open. She might hear herself asking for permission to masturbate herself!
“You can answer me or you can stay like that all night. That’s up to you. It’s a simple yes or no question. “
Now Jackie knew she had to answer. Part of her worried that if she said no he would take that to mean he should shove his cock in her. Mostly she realized she had to tell him the real answer. Somehow, she wanted to tell him. She’d been so humiliated and embarrassed for the past twenty-four hours since she discovered she’d been watched. She’d fought hard to avoid further shame but instead the shame factor multiplied. It was like he flipped a switch somewhere deep in her mind. Suddenly she wanted to be shamed and humiliated, wanted to be mistreated in a hundred ways.
Telling him she wanted to return to masturbating for his enjoyment, that she was a little slut ready to make a spectacle of herself, would be an Earth-shattering meteor strike to her self-esteem. Bizarrely she wanted that, felt she deserved it.
“Yes. “Jackie’s admission was barely audible, just a squeak really.
“That wasn’t very convincing. Convince me. “
“I do want to. What you said. The answer is yes. “
“Not at all convincing. Maybe we should just get dressed, watch some TV. Maybe you could make us some popcorn. “
“No. I need to. Please, let me. . . let me finger my pussy. You’ll like it, I’ll do it good, and I’ll give you a good show. “
“All I’ve seen is you selfishly taking pleasure. You’re only experiencing that pleasure because I made you give it to yourself. You should be grateful. Didn’t your Mother ever teach you to share? What would Mom and Dad say if they saw you being so self-centred? “
The reference to her parents mortified Jackie. Here she was wiggling her ass and grinding her soaked pussy against empty air, and Little Johnson forced her to think about her loving parents. They appeared in her mind, staring at her with mouths open in shock. If they ever saw her like this! If they ever knew she was such a slut! How could her arousal continue unabated even as she thought of her parents seeing her like this? She wished her parents would serve as a mental slap to bring her back to her senses, but she still felt sexually crazed. She had to get him to let her masturbate again!
“I’m sorry, Little Johnson. I’ve been rude. I do thank you for all you’ve done for me. Please, may I touch my pussy again? “
“Instead of your worthless short fingers, would a slut like you like my thick cock up her wet pussy? Remember, I’ve agreed I can’t even touch you without your permission. You have to give me permission if you want my cock up your slutty snatch. ‘
Jackie bit her lip again, feeling fresh pain. She wondered if her lips looked as bloody and ragged as Little Johnson’s. She was about to blurt out “Fuck me”, and, being honest, that’s really what she wanted. But she knew it was wrong and knew she’d regret it forever if she allowed something like that. She tried to calm herself and muster her will.
“Mr. Little Johnson. Please let me use my fingers. I really need it and would be so grateful. “
“You reject my cock? I’ve been kind enough to offer it to a filthy slut like you and you reject it? “
“Little Johnson, I don’t mean any offense. I’m sure you’re a great guy but we are just not compatible. Please, let me masturbate. “
“I understand you slut. I’m not a sore loser, but there should be some compromise. Do you agree? “
Jackie was silent, her mind preoccupied with the anticipation of returning her hand to her pussy. This time she would shove as many fingers as she could in there!
Little Johnson leered down at her, “You don’t want my cock, but I want to see a cock stuck up your stuck up pussy. I think we should both get what we want. ‘
Jackie froze like a rabbit, even her ass stopped wagging. Little Johnson lifted the huge strange dildo she masturbated with the night before. He’d stowed it against the side of his leg the whole time. He knew there was a chance she would refuse his cock, so he formulated a Plan B. He gripped the dildo hilt and brought the mushroomed head towards her stretched and defenseless pussy. It hovered only an inch from her wetness. Jackie longed to break her wide open vulnerable position. She wanted to flee. But she remained frozen in place, blazing hot with need.
“You said I only had to strip. “Her defense sounded bizarre to her own ears. Even an hour ago, she never would have imagined saying anything like that. She knew, just knew, he would knock aside her arguments as easily as he could her hand if she attempted to protect her pussy.
“I said we’d have to see. I said I would get my full market value. You’re nowhere close. You tried, I’ll give you that. How can you stripping, even masturbating one night compare to a video of you playing games with a big wacky fake cock? At the very least, it’s only fair you use the thing right here in front of me. Same shame. “
God help her, in the new world she now inhabited, it did seem fair to Jackie.
Little Johnson’s will coalesced in his dark eyes, his arm tensed, and the giant head of the fake penis prodded her swampy pussy.
This wasn’t fair! Still longing to please him, Jackie held her spread-legged position, but concocted one last panicky appeal. Little Johnson would obey his own rules.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me without permission! “
“I’m not. “
As he spit out his denial, he shoved the pla
stic nectarine-sized head of the dildo past her pussy lip gates, sinking it down into her channel at a slow even rate. After a few inches, her pussy walls clenched and resisted. Instead of stopping, he jiggled the hilt and crammed harder, forcing it down into her feminine core.
“Ohhhhhh, you fucker! “
Jackie yearned to call him more names, but heard herself grunting over and over while gripping her ankles furiously. Her inhuman grunts sounded like a pig in mud.
“Correct, slut. I am a fucker,” Little Johnson said. “I’m The Fucker, you’re The Fuckee. I’m your Lord Provider of Pleasure and you are just another slut. A slut too stupid to recognize and embrace her true slutty nature. Well, you’re embracing it now. “
He rammed the dildo harder, pushing her stretched ass forward until she almost lost her balance. The invaded feeling and tactile sensations made her lose her mental balance. Moaning throatily, Jackie shuffled her feet forward to avoid falling, despite her hands still shackling her ankles.
Little Johnson laughed and twisted the beast of a dildo down her upended pussy. Drilled two thirds of the way in now, the dildo met even more pussy resistance. He worried that increasing the pressure further would force her to fall. He had a very specific plan which accounted for every eventuality. Although pleased with their progress, it was time to initiate the next crucial step. He hungered to pile-drive his own cock in that choice pussy immediately, but knew he must practice patience.
He was very careful not to directly touch Jackie. He was a man of his word. More importantly, he liked a good challenge. A great man once told Little Johnson ground rules serve to accentuate and propagate the game. Breaking those rules resulted in self-defeat and invalidated the game.
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