“And why did you treat her like that, Allen?” Sirenna said as she stroked.
“Because …” he said. He stopped—but she stopped too—taking her hand away. He gave her that desperate look again, so she resumed stroking, and he resumed talking. “Because I’m threatened by you.”
“And why, Allen?” Sirenna looked him the eye, forcefully.
“Because I know I could never please you.”
“And why?”
“Because my dick is too small.”
“Too small for Corrie?” Sirenna pressed, stroking harder. I could hear Allen moan.
“Yes …” he said.
“And not just too small for Corrie,” she said, pulling her hand away. It was as if they had played these games all their lives.
“Too small for all women.” Allen sighed.
“That’s right!” Sirenna said, motioning me aside.
Allen bucked and squirted, shooting spastically into the condom.
“Oh sorry,” Sirenna said. “Allen made a little tiny mess! Good thing we had this condom on you, Allen. You really can’t control that little dick!” Then she looked at me again. “That’s not the real reason we’re here, Corrie.”
What?
“We’re here because, well, Allen has a favor to ask. Allen?”
Allen was finally tongue-tied.
“He really does have a soft spot for you,” Sirenna said. “Allen, do you want me to ask her for you?”
Silence. Then, “Yes.” Allen looked down at the floor.
“Allen is going to miss seeing you in your sexy outfits and trying to control you,” Sirenna said. Allen looked ashamed but oddly content. He was shivering slightly, but it wasn’t the right time to feel sorry for him.
“He was hoping you would … stroke him off one more time.” Sirenna paused. “But there’s more,” she said after a moment. “He wants to know … how you really feel.”
Sirenna took the big condom off Allen’s penis, ripping the tape quickly while Allen moaned, and wrapped it in a Kleenex. Allen’s tiny penis was still rock hard, evidently ready for more.
I felt one more moment of hesitation, but it passed. Sirenna had this situation under control, and to be honest, she had caught me up in it. It was like reading a shocking page-turner with an ending not yet revealed.
I quietly took off my jacket, as if stripping for a lover. My blouse came next.
“Ooh, you are hot!” Sirenna said. “Isn’t she, Allen?”
Allen took a long, hard look, nodded, and stared at a spot on the floor again.
“No more clothes off, Corrie,” Sirenna scolded. “Allen doesn’t deserve it.”
“No, he doesn’t,” I said, kneeling in front of him.
I figured after such a hard cum, Allen would be soft. But his tiny penis was trembling, jutting out hard for me. Using my thumb and my index finger, I stroked him again. But today I wasn’t holding back.
“This is one tiny penis, Allen! No wonder you are such an asshole,” I told him, then, correcting myself, added, “were such an asshole!”
Allen moaned, as if in a trance. I suddenly felt weird kneeling down in front of such a pathetic display of manhood, so I stood to his right and continued my stroking. Sirenna stood to his left, so Allen was totally surrounded by estrogen. Now I was in the zone. Everything I had done with Brad came rushing back.
“You could have made everyone’s lives easier if you had just accepted your tiny penis,” I scolded as I stroked. Already he seemed to be breathing heavily. “You should have let your wife fuck bigger cocks a long time ago. What were you doing cheating on her with such a tiny dick? You are lucky to have this goddess at all!” I looked him straight in the face. Although he evaded my eyes, the words were hitting home—I could feel it in his tensing body. I held him against the desk with my left hand while stroking with my right.
“He’s going to watch me from now on,” Sirenna said.
“Oh yeah, you’re gonna love that,” I taunted him. “Your tiny dick loves seeing your wife actually cum. We learned that last night, Allen, didn’t we?”
Allen forgot to respond.
“Didn’t we, Allen?” I said, pulling my hand away just as Sirenna had done.
“Yes,” he said obediently.
“You’re going to be nice to your female employees from now on, got it?” I said. He nodded meekly. “And you’re never going to try to put this inside them!” Then I just lost it. “You could never please a woman with this tiny boy dick! I’ve fucked small guys whose dicks were about twice as big as this little guy, and guess what, Allen? I could barely feel them. You could never please me with this! I would never let your tiny penis anywhere near this pussy!” I realized I was yelling, maybe too loud. Yikes! I lowered my voice. “You’re damn lucky this beautiful girl married you and put up with you. I wouldn’t have even let you inside me once.”
Then something came over me.
I stood up, took my skirt off, and rubbed his tiny penis against my panties. “You’d like to get inside this, wouldn’t you?”
Allen moaned. I was surprised he didn’t cum on the spot.
I could tell he was close to squirting—so pathetic. I had to let go of his cock for a minute. I wasn’t done with him yet, not after everything he had put me through.
Allen was caught up in something he could barely understand, but it had considerable sway over him. He was now as hard as he was ever going to be, so I could get a good look at him. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You know you can’t please a hot girl like Sirenna with a tiny dick like this, right? Look how fucking small it is!” I could hear Sirenna laugh as well. It really was comical to learn that this powerful, grown man was so ill-equipped to deal with a sexually demanding woman.
I reached over and grabbed the end of my bookshelf, moving my ass up in the air, right next to his cock.
“Look at this ass, Allen … look at it!”
Allen couldn’t hold off and reached for his cock.
“No, Allen! No stroking! It’s not time for you to come yet!” I scolded him. “Look at this ass, Allen! This ass you have stared at so many times. If I asked you to fuck it, you couldn’t. You’re too fucking small. Aren’t you, Allen?”
Moans. This was the first time I had confronted him directly like this.
“Aren’t you, Allen?” I demanded.
This time, a meek reply, “Y-yes ….” I had never heard him stutter before. This twist of events was so fucking satisfying.
“You shouldn’t be mad at me for helping your wife get a proper fuck without divorcing you. You should be thanking me, Allen.”
Sirenna looked happy. Hopefully this would keep Allen under her thumb for a long-ass time to come, knowing what other women really thought of him.
Walking around my desk, I had an idea.
“I was jacking you off with two fingers—two fingers, Allen! God, no wonder you are such an asshole. I’d be an asshole too if I had such a useless penis.”
I reached into my desk for my trusty ruler. I had once used it to measure Jackson’s cock right in my office. I came very close to begging him to fuck me right over the desk. Instead, I had written a “J” on it, right at the 8.5 mark. That was the biggest I had ever seen him, but then he was super horny that day, as it was his only blow job ever in my office.
“Let’s measure that tiny dick. I want to see just how small it really is. Have you ever measured it, Sirenna?”
“No,” she said. “He always told me it was average, like five inches.”
“What? Five inches is not average!” I said. “And besides, there’s no way this is five. C’mon, Allen, let’s measure this tiny penis.” I leaned the ruler against his pubic hair. Allen was larger than I was thinking—just over four inches. It was still fucking tiny. And it was sooo thin. I think that’s why he seemed so incredibly small, even compared to the other little guys.
I rounded down out of spite. “Three point seven five inches, Allen. Wow!” I said.
Sirenn
a laughed. “Allen! You lied to me!” she laid into him, joking but mean.
“Look here, Allen. Here’s the size of the last boyfriend I cheated on, with Jackson,” I said. I pointed to just under six. “He felt so small in my pussy. And he was only five and a half … on a good day. Look at this J.” I pointed. “That’s Jackson’s size!”
“Wow!” Sirenna said, kneeling down for a closer look. “Jackson is such a man!”
“It takes two hands to jack his cock off!” I said, kneeling down also. “Two fingers is all I need for you.” I grabbed him to begin stroking again.
But then I had an idea. Sirenna had given me a huge break; I owed her something special, and I had just the thing. The shelf next to my desk had a bunch of small dolls made out of toilet-paper rolls. It was a crafts project my daughter had made out of found objects for school. One of the dolls had lost its head. I had two extra toilet paper roll centers stashed underneath my shelf, hoping to repair the sculpture before my daughter stopped by and noticed the headless doll.
Grabbing one of the extra toilet paper rolls, I turned to Allen and said, “Allen, do you know about the toilet-paper roll test?”
Allen shook his head.
“Well, I read about it online,” I taunted him. “It’s a good test a woman can use to see if her husband has any sexual right to her pussy.”
“How does that work, exactly?” Sirenna asked, intrigued.
“Well, you simply put the empty roll on his dick,” I said, standing over Allen. “And if his dick fits—and especially if it doesn’t come out the other side—he has no business trying to fuck pussies.”
Sirenna laughed. She could probably guess what was about to happen.
Sure enough, Allen’s cock slipped right into that roll. You could see the very tip of his hole sticking out.
“No friction, Allen!” I said, trying to fuck his dick with the hole like a pussy. “You lose, Allen!” I had thrown all caution to the wind in my urge to dominate this motherfucker.
“See, Allen? You had no business trying to please your wife!” I said.
“Yeah!” Sirenna piled on indignantly, egging me on.
I started working the roll harder up and down his dick, but there really wasn’t anything there, so it lowered and came off pretty easily. I actually almost slammed his penis into the roll, catching myself just in time.
“Do you know, I tried this with Jackson once,” I said, looking Allen right in the eye as he stared back, then looked down, as if he had no right to meet my stare. “And guess what, Allen? The head didn’t even fit! I couldn’t even stick the end of it on Jackson’s huge cock!” Okay, that part was a lie, but I did later test it on Jackson and sure enough, I couldn’t begin to get the end of the roll onto him.
Allen moaned and I instinctively pulled the roll off of him.
“Oh no you don’t!” I said. “You’re not cumming on my work clothes! I don’t need any more sperm in my eye!”
Sirenna laughed, likely at the memory of me spastically wiping Allen’s cum from my eye the night before.
“Oh, little Allen is about to cum?” Sirenna teased. “Yeah, he never does last very long,” she added with contempt.
I wanted to make Allen cum and cement my place deep inside his now-submissive head. But not at the expense of a squirty mess. I had an idea.
“Sirenna, do you have one of Allen’s condoms in your purse?”
“No,” said Sirenna.
“Hmmm …” I said, rummaging around in my desk. I found some Crown condoms I had bought at a drugstore. These are the kind Olivia Munn was caught shopping for. I’d been curious to try them on Jackson because I knew from her talk show that Olivia loves big cocks. But the Crowns were way too thin for Jackson—they broke apart every time we tried to put one on.
I’d brought them to the office, thinking they’d make a good joke for an office party. I could pass them on as a Secret Santa or something.
“Allen, let’s see how these condoms fit on you. They’re useless for Jackson. This way you won’t squirt all over my desk.”
In a gesture of mock submission, I kneeled before Allen so I could focus on sliding the condom on him. I was genuinely curious to see how it would fit.
I pulled the condom out, surprised by its thinness. I’d forgotten how sleek the Crown condoms were—too sleek for Jackson. But on Allen, the fit was nice. Well, they were pretty easy to roll on, and there was plenty of room at the end. In fact I pulled the extra to the end of Allen’s dick, leaving about four inches of slack.
Sirenna and I burst out laughing again. “Looks like Olivia Munn would be pretty frustrated right now, Allen,” I said, looking up. He was confused by the reference; I didn’t bother explaining.
I started stroking Allen within the condom, but to be honest, I was a bit disappointed. It was loose and ridiculous on him, but not ridiculous enough.
But then I remembered something. In my desk I had hidden a package of oversize condoms I’d ordered from overseas for Jackson. I was going to give them to him for his birthday in a week. Jackson had been complaining that the Durex XXLs he used were too tight on his dick, and he was always eager to take them off when we used them.
I’d recently found out that the U.S. has regulations for how wide a condom can be. But Europe doesn’t. So, supposedly the best condoms for thick cocks are a European brand called MYSIZE. I ordered them on Amazon from a nice German couple, even corresponding with the wife about the sizes, discussing the wonders and problems of well-endowed men. I’d ordered a twenty pack of their widest and longest size (69mm wide, I think).
The condoms hadn’t arrived in a box, so I was going to buy a special box for Jackson and give them to him for his birthday. I reached into my bottom desk drawer and pulled one out.
“Allen, I want to see how you fit into Jackson’s new condoms,” I said.
“Oh boy …” Sirenna said. “This I have to see.”
She actually kneeled down as well and stroked Allen for a second, to make sure he was hard.
Then I was kneeling next to her: two sexy, fuckable women kneeling solely for the purpose of sexual humiliation.
“How long do you think Allen can last before he cums?” I asked Sirenna.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Sirenna said. “I’d say three minutes of stroking inside that condom.”
“How about if I take my tits out,” I said to Sirenna, pulling on my bra and buttons until my tits poked out in my dress shirt, kind of like we always wanted Kathryn Morris to do on Cold Case.
“Oh no!” Sirenna said. “Not much more than two minutes, I’d say.”
“Honestly, Sirenna, I am insulted,” I said. “Get your timer ready!”
Sirenna took her phone out and found a timer function. In the meantime, I got the condom out of the wrapper. I didn’t put it on Allen’s cock yet; it felt bigger in my hands.
“Five, four, three, two, one—go!” Sirenna called out, a bit too loud, even in this closed office.
With that, I took the condom and quickly rolled it onto Allen’s cock. It rolled on super fast and super easy. I was amazed.
I quickly pulled out the slack.
“Wow, Allen!” I said, about to start stroking.
“Hold on!” said Sirenna. “I have to take a picture of this!”
She stopped the timer and took a couple of photos—I backed off a little to make sure I wasn’t in the pictures.
My hand, with freshly manicured red fingernails, did appear in the side view, holding the tip of the condom away. It looked like Allen’s penis was in some kind of huge, baggy plastic raincoat. At least six inches of plastic hung loose. Even compared to Allen in a Durex XXL, this was comical.
“Okay, let’s begin again,” Sirenna said, restarting the countdown.
I took the challenge seriously this time. It was hard to jerk Allen off in such a loose-fitting sack, but I quickly got the hang of it, using my thumb and two fingers to apply pressure, squeezing through the plastic.
“Jeezus
, Allen, you are just swimming in Jackson’s condoms!” I said, stroking him furiously while he leaned against my desk and rocked and moaned. I didn’t bother telling him that Jackson hadn’t tried them on yet. Turns out they were super nice and snug on Jackson, with just a bit of extra right at the end, which helped to catch his big cum-loads. I didn’t know that yet, but I had a feeling ….
“Allen, look at your baby dick in here!” I said, putting his right hand on my tit.
He compulsively reached for it and moaned. I didn’t care, I just wanted to fucking own him.
“Allen, even as a younger girl, I never stroked off a dick as skinny and small as this one. This is a little boy’s dick. There is no way you can please a pussy with this little baby dick! I wouldn’t let you anywhere near—”
Before I could finish, Allen grabbed my hand and groaned, spurting hard into the condom and spasming against me.
“Oh my fucking god!” Sirenna said. “Twenty seconds!” Again, way too loud. “Your tiny dick couldn’t last twenty seconds for a sexy girl like Corrie, now could it?”
“Well, he did cum a lot, I have to give him that,” I said, carefully removing the condom and putting it in a napkin. It was way more cum than the night before. I suppose Allen’s complete and utter humiliation really turned him on. I can’t remember the last time I felt more powerful, more in control.
For the first time, Allen looked me in the eyes and didn’t look away. Maybe he was taking a snapshot of this moment, one neither of us had ever imagined. But I didn’t see the kindness I had seen in Brad’s when I teased him, or in Daniel’s before him—although I had never teased Daniel about his size, just other things. I saw a look of sexual satiation, a look of submission, but underneath, a flash of steely hate.
Somewhere down there, the real Allen still lived, and seethed. But this part—this new submissive part—this was real too. What would happen when those two parts collided? Could Sirenna survive those sparks? Thank god he wasn’t my problem.
Post-orgasm, things got awkward and quiet. “We’re gonna head out now, Corrie,” Sirenna said, fetching Allen’s clothes. He dressed quickly, in silence. Sirenna looked happy, at peace. Like she had conquered something … which I guess she had.
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