Does your boyfriend have this...? [Nightclub seduction leads to more!]

Hi everyone, I've been enjoying other peoples' writing and captions on here for a while - thought I'd finally share a story that I wrote for my girlfriend, from the other guy's POV. I'm 28, she's 21, and neither of us have any interest in going further than fantasy - but, man, do we LOVE the fantasy! Anyway, hope you enjoy, let me know what you think! (It's ongoing, with plenty more to come!)

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I know from the first moment I see her in the club that she's exactly my kind of girl. An intoxicating combination of petite and curvy, her body is perfect. But unlike some of the other girls in the club, she doesn't feel the need to flaunt it. Her top is low-cut enough to show some cleavage, affording myself and any number of other admirers just the merest glimpse of her perfect tits, and her round ass fills out her tight jeans beautifully, but her outfit definitely has an air of reservation and class. So too does her demeanour; the way she carries herself and interacts with her friends. She's out for a good time, but unlike some of the group she's with, she isn't out on the pull.

Because she's taken.

I realise this right away, and as soon as I do, I start to get a semi. Call me a bastard if you will, but there's nothing more exciting than fucking another guy's girl. It's a scenario I've only experienced once before, when I lost my virginity at 16. The girl had been seeing my then-best-friend for nearly a year, but I could tell she had a thing for me. I've never forgotten the way she gasped when she first saw my dick, how she said it was so much bigger than my mate's, how she couldn't stop telling me I was bigger and better as she sucked me off greedily and then rode me like a woman possessed.

She felt really guilty afterward and never let it happen again. We were never found out, but I just lost all respect for my mate after hearing his girl moaning like a whore on my cock, so we simply lost touch. For all I know, they're still together now, 5 years later. I hope so. I like to think of how, after six years of him fucking his girl, the loser still can't hit places inside her that I hit on my very first attempt. He probably still thinks they've only ever been with each other!

Yeah, admit it. If you didn't before; now you think I'm a bastard. But what can I say, there's no other feeling quite like it. And I've always known that, when it inevitably happens again, there's no way I'm going to let it be a one-time thing.

I pick my moment when she approaches the bar. Separating myself from the friends I came with, I make myself comfortable at the bar beside her. I turn my head, as if I've just noticed her. "Hi," I say, "having a good night?"
She looks at me, a little surprised at having invited a conversation. "Uh... Hi," she replies. She gives me a little half-smile, and my semi grows a little more. It's obvious from her surprise and hesitation that she isn't the cheating type. She's being polite, but isn't looking to encourage male attention. She's a good girl. Fuck; this is gonna be even more fun than I thought! "Yeah, pretty good. You?"

I smile back cheekily, "It just got a lot better." I watch as her cheeks flush red. My smile gets a little wider. "Hey, let me buy you a take."

She pauses for just a moment, and I can see the rapid-fire debate going on behind her beautiful eyes, although it's over in an instant. She's thinking that she's enjoying the attention, and wants to talk more out of curiosity, but knows that if she accepts the take before telling me she has a boyfriend, she'll feel guilty later, or feel like she's leading me on. It's make or break, already; if she holds back, and doesn't mention her boyfriend, it tells me she's curious. She licks her soft lips. "Yeah, OK." She smiles. Fucking jackpot!

"Good!" I look her up and down as the bartender approaches; she's still blushing and shy, but she pretends not to notice me takeing her in. I order us two Southern Comforts and lemonade, and she looks at me with her mouth open just a little. I wink cheekily and tell her that picking takes is just a gift I have.

"Very impressive!" She responds, loosening up a little. Our takes arrive and we move to stand at the side to talk a little more. She's deliberately staying in view of her friends, just in case they see her disappearing with a strange guy. It legitimises things in her head, helps to keep things innocent and above-board. But when a couple remove themselves from one of the small booths dotted around the club, I suggest that we take a seat to talk. It will take us out of sight of her friends, but she knows that, having accepted the take, to say no to simply having a seat would be rude. So she nods and follows me.

It's a tight fit in the booth, which is like a small, semi-circular sofa with a table in front. Two people can sit in the booth and half-face each other, half-face into the club, but it's sunken into the wall in such a way that it feels quite private. "What's your name?" I say as we squeeze in, our thighs pressing together, my arm resting on the sofa behind her for comfort.

"Emma," she says, before taking a take. "You?"

"Shane."

"Oooh!" I see her light up. "Like the guy from Westlife!"

"Yeah," I reply, laughing, "Just like him. You like him, then?"

She smiles widely. "Oh yeah! Yum!" She giggles a little.

"Well, maybe I'll be your second-favourite Shane..." I say, smiling.

"Hmm, maybe!" She replies, caught up in the flirty fun of the moment.

"For a beautiful girl like you, I'd be happy to come second!"

She blushes at the compliment, but also giggles, catching my not-entirely-subtle innuendo. "Oh really now?"

"Every time." I catch her looking away, just for a moment. Trying to shake it off, to not get caught up in the moment. But I also hear her make a small, contented moan of pleasure, just thinking about the possibilities. My arm moves from the sofa down behind her, my hand resting on her hip. Almost subconsciously, she leans into me a little, although she's still not looking back at me. I softly tilt her head up to look at me. She looks at me nervously. "You OK?"

She nods, not wanting to speak, because if she speaks she might tell me she has a boyfriend. And if she does that, she thinks I'll leave. And right now, she doesn't want me to leave; that much is obvious from her breathing. Sitting like this, so close together, my hand practically on her ass, her face inches from mine, the holy water doing its job, she wants me to kiss her. So I do. I lean forward and softly press my lips to hers. As I increase the pressure of my kiss, my hand slips down further, to properly cup her ass. I give it a squeeze, and she moans into my mouth, her hand now caressing my muscular chest over my shirt. I break the kiss and look at her, watching her panting, breathless.

"Shane..." She begins, deciding that now is the time to confess, before she allows things to go too far. "I... I have..." She looks away, a little ashamed, and then back at me. I place my hand over hers, against my chest. "I have a boyfriend." I try not to smirk.

"Emma... Baby..." I say, as I remove her hand from my chest. "Does your boyfriend have this?" I lower her hand to my crotch and she gasps as her fingers rest on my hardening cock beneath the table. I'm nowhere near fully hard yet, but I'm already over six inches, and thick. Which she can tell immediately.

"Oh god..." She says, her shame rapidly dissolving into lust. "You're big!" I allow myself that smirk now.

"Bigger than your boyfriend?" She blushes as I ask the question, and then nods. "Tell me." I command, softly.

"Yes, Shane. You're bigger than my boyfriend." She purrs, unable to resist my command, squeezing gently. She can tell that I'm still getting bigger.

"How much bigger?" I ask. She squeezes again, as I reach a full nine inch hard-on.

"You..." She can barely bring herself to admit it. So cute. "You feel about... Twice as long... Oh God..." Fuck! A smoking hot little bitch, whose boyfriend's hung like a hamster. This is too good to be true! I can't help but laugh.

"Really? Twice? Fucking hell, babe. Tough break! A sexy little thing like you deserves a real cock, wouldn't you say?" I look into her eyes for a reaction to my dismissal of her boyfriend's pathetic size. A flash of betrayal, perhaps, for conspiring to make fun of him. The only reaction is more lust, a tighter grip and a soft moan. Damn, this girl likes assertiveness! "Wouldn't you say?" I repeat, demanding an answer.

She nods her head demurely. "Yes..." I smile broadly.

"Good girl." I acknowledge, and feel my cock throb as she blushes. "Finish your take, babe. Let's dance." She nods again, downing what's left of her take, and we walk to the dancefloor with my hand resting possessively on her ass.

OMG!!!! Tell us more!!! Great stoty my little dick is so hard!!!
jake

OK, so that first part was fairly quiet. Time to take things up a gear!

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She can tell that I’m watching her move as we dance, my eyes all over her as she sways her hips, and runs her hands over her body. I pull her to me, my hands on her hips. I can tell from the look of pleasure on her face that she can feel my hard cock pressing into her, and my hands move round further, to squeeze her ass. I spin her round, playfully slapping her ass on the way, before beginning to grind against her a little, my hands on her hips. She turns her head back a little, and I can see the pleasure on her face; her eyes closed, mouth open just a little.

She begins to writhe against me, her ass moving back and forth and up and down against my hard cock. I can tell from her soft moans that she’s loving it as much as I am. My hands move seductively up from her hips, over her sides, touching the sides of her amazing tits. She moans more, and my fingers reach a little further round, finding her nipples and stroking up and down over them, for just a few seconds. From the shiver of pleasure which shoots through her body, and the way she silently mouths, “Oh fuck,” I’m pretty sure she’s cumming right there on the dancefloor.

I pull her to me by her hips again, my cock pressing tightly against her ass. I lean forward to whisper in her ear. “You like that, baby?”

She moans softly, “Yes… Oh yes…” I smirk again.

“Good girl.” I move to the side and slap her ass. “Now, c’mon girl. We’re going to the toilets.” She nods her head, blushing deeply because she can tell what’s coming. We head to the toilets and, once again, my hand rests on her ass, claiming her as my own. As we enter the guys’ toilets, one of my mates is leaving. He sees me entering the room with a bitch in tow and I wink at him. He pats me on the back as I pass by way of congratulations, but she doesn’t notice. I guide her into a cubicle and turn her to face me. “Get on your knees,” I say softly. It’s not threatening, but definitely assertive. She drops to her knees. My hard on is getting ridiculous now. “You ever get on your knees for your boyfriend, baby?” She blushes once again at the reminder that she has a boyfriend; but I don’t want her to forget. I want her to be mindful that she’s cheating. I want her to remember her boyfriend, and to realise that she’s choosing me over him as she’s doing so. She shakes her head.

“No.” She responds, simply. I laugh a little.

“Not surprising! A little maggot-dick like him, with a hot little bitch like you… I bet he’s the one on his knees most of the time!” She nods. “Perfect!” I say, laughing a little more. “He’s your little bitch. And you’re about to be mine, aren’t you?” She nods again. “Say it. Tell me.”

“Y… Yes Shane. I’m about to be your bitch.” She replies, meaning every single word from the bottom of her heart.

“Good girl! And I bet, if he’s your little bitch, you rarely suck his cock, huh?”

“Not really. Maybe on special occasions…” She admits.

“Well, we’ll see about that. But I know a sexy thing like you doesn’t swallow any little dick’s cum, do you?”

“No, Shane,” she answers. “He doesn’t even get to cum in my mouth.”

“But you’re going to suck my big cock right now, aren’t you?”

“Yes Shane.”

“And I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

“Yes Shane.”

“And then tell me what you’re going to do, bitch.”

“I’m going to swallow your cum, Shane. I’m going to swallow it like a good little bitch.” I smile widely.

“Good girl. Now, give me your phone.” I hold out my hand and she looks at me quizzically. “Give me your fucking phone, bitch.” I repeat. She hesitates for just another moment before she reaches into her pocket and hands over her phone. I quickly work out how to take a picture, and snap a photo of her on her knees looking up at me.

“Take my cock out.”

She reaches forward, and I can see her hands shaking with anxiety. She unbuckles my belt and unfastens my jeans before unzipping me, pulling my jeans down just enough to gain access. She nervously pulls my boxers down, gasping as my massive cock springs out. “Oh fuck…” She breaths out, excited. She stares at my cock, spellbound.

“Kiss it, bitch.” She leans forward and her lips softly touch the head of my cock, and in that moment she seals the deal. She keeps kissing my cock, all up and down my nine inch length. “Good girl, now open wide!” Obediently, she opens her mouth as wide as she can. Playfully, I slap her cheeks one after the other with my cock, smearing pre-cum on her face. Another thing I’d bet her pathetic boyfriend never gets to do.

I finally push my cock into her mouth, just the head to start with. Even with her mouth open wide, it’s obviously that she’s definitely not used to anything so wide in her mouth. “Starting sucking.” I command, so she does. I push into her mouth further as she sucks, my hands now resting on her head. Tugging at her hair with one hand to power her to look up at me, I take another picture of her. This time with my hard cock in her mouth. I’m tempted to ask her for her boyfriend’s name and text it to him. I smirk again. Maybe next time.

I put her phone in my pocket and both my hands are now gripping her hair tightly. I start to push my cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her face. I hear her gag as I push in a little too deep, and make a mental note to teach the bitch to deep-throat my whole length at some point. I start to grunt a little as I keep pushing into her mouth, powerfully moving her head back and forth to meet my thrusts. “Fuck yes, bitch,” I moan as I feel myself start to get close. “I’m gonna cum, bitch. I’m gonna cum right in your fucking mouth!” I grunt loudly as I pull her head onto my cock harder than usual, pushing my cock deeply into her mouth, feeling the cum bursting from my cock. I watch her eyes bulge out, not used to the feeling of a cock cumming in her mouth, much less my massive cock shooting an incredible load.

“Mmm, there’s a good girl!” I say, satisfied. “Don’t you dare swallow just yet, you little slut!” I keep her head tilted back and pull my cock from her mouth. I wipe the last few drops of cum from the head of my cock onto her cheeks, smiling at how she accepts the use of a real man. “Open wide.” I look down, satisfied to see my massive load filling her mouth. “Good girl! Now you can swallow.” I watch as she closes her mouth and swallows, gulping down my massive load. I can tell from the look on her face that she isn’t a fan of the taste, which only pleases me even more – I love that the little bitch already can’t disobey me, even if she doesn’t like what she has to do.

I put my cock away and tell her to stand. I look at her questioningly. “Did you cum on the dancefloor?” She blushes, her cum-smeared cheeks flushing.

“Y…Yes…”

“Are your panties still wet?”

“Soaked.” She admits, looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

“Good.” I reply. “Give them to me.” Still blushing, she does as she’s told, slipping her jeans off in front of me before removing her panties. I take them from her and they are, indeed, soaked through with her cum. I quickly push one finger indeed her shaved pussy, making her gasp in surprise and excitement. “Tell me who owns this, baby.”

“You do!” She pants, “Oh fuck you do, Shane! You own my pussy!” I smirk.

“Good girl.” I reply. “Now let’s go to your place so me and my big cock can break you in properly.”

With that, I remove my finger from her wet pussy, and watch in satisfaction as she hurriedly pulls her jeans back on. Fuck, this little bitch is desperate for some real cock in her pussy. Tonight is gonna be a good fucking night.

Wow - thanks! Had my rock hard four and abd half incher spunking!

Great story, cannot wait to see where this is going. Please keep posting. As hattersfan just had an accident in my panties.

I have a beautiful wife. I have a small cock. I understand that she has needs to have places touched that I cannot fulfill. Please send me a private message if you want to see her pics and if you want to know when and where she will be going on her next girls night out with her girlfriends from work.

LikesMMF: If Shane wasn't entirely a figment of my subby imagination, I'm sure he'd jump at the chance!

LikesMMF

+1 Here.

still hoping that there's coming more

Me to....

Massively belated update! Apologies, but hope you all enjoy!

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We hurriedly leave the club and find a taxi – I'm smirking like an arrogant prick the whole time because I can tell how excited she is. And how nervous and guilty she's feeling; which is only making her more excited at this point. Once we're sitting in the taxi, her ass sitting right on top of my waiting hand, she tells the driver where to take us and I finally hand her back her phone.

"Text your boy," I command. I see her blush from hearing me belittle her boyfriend, but I can tell that it also turns her on to be sitting here with an alpha male for a change. She looks up, a little shyly.

"Um... What do you want me to say?" I smile as I look back at her.

"Tell him how horny you are, and put him in his place. Tease the little bitch." I watch her as she thinks for a few moments, then begins typing on her phone. When she's finished, she holds her phone up for my approval.

Hey babe, heading home now, feeling horny as fuck! But I'm not in the mood to sit on your face until your tongue makes me squirt tonight... I'm coming home to enjoy something much bigger than your mini dick! ;) xxxxx

I grin, feeling myself stiffening in the taxi. What a kinky little bitch – clearly teasing him about his size is nothing new for her. He's so much her little bitch it's untrue. This girl gets more perfect by the second. "Oh yeah, that's perfect! Good girl!" I watch as she presses send and give her amazing ass a nice hard squeeze, causing her to blush again and smile with excitement.

She spends much of the next 10 minutes squirming excitedly on my hand, and I get the feeling that if she could have gone down on me again in the back seat she definitely would have. Clearly she can barely wait until we get to her place, and her desperation for me turns me on more than I can say. I love the knowledge that she's getting so aroused simply because I'm more of a man than her boyfriend.

Her phone pings, and she shows me her boyfriend's reply, nervously asking what she means. It seems like he thinks she's playing with him, teasing him before she arrives home and fucking his undersized cock.

I take her phone from her hand, and find the picture of her on her knees, her lips stretched around my hard cock and her eyes looking up at me desperately as I tug on her hair. I can feel her shaking beside me as she watches me make this all-too-real. I add a caption to the picture;

Your girl is bringing a friend home, mate. She says she wants you naked and kneeling inside the front door when we arrive.

I look her in the eyes as I hit send, and feel her shiver against me, clearly struggling to process the surreal situation, but so turned on she can barely help herself.

When we finally get out of the taxi five minutes later, with no further response from her boy, she practically hauls me by the hand upstairs to her flat. She seems to grow a little nervous as we approach her door, and reality hits home. But she's too far gone now, and she opens the door. We enter her flat, and I can see light spilling into the hall from the living room. But no boyfriend in the hall.

Amazingly, her demeanour changes in an instant as she makes an aggressive bee-line for the living room. I take a step further inside the hall, and see what she's heading towards. Her boyfriend is lying on the sofa, tentatively rubbing a tiny bulge in his shorts, phone in his other hand, with the picture I sent filling the screen.

She stops in front of him, and although I can't see her face, and I can tell from her boyfriend that she isn't happy. The little bitch looks so intimidated by her it's not real! I watch, thrilled, as she slaps the phone from his hand and hauls him to his feet by his short hair.

"Baby..." I hear him start.

"Shut the fuck up!" She responds, cutting him off. "You're embarrassing me in front of my friend by not doing as you're told!"

Her grip moves from his hair down to his crotch, grabbing him by his tiny hard-on and balls, dragging him into the hall, stopping in front of me. He can't even look me in the eyes as I stand there confidently.

"Clothes off now, bitch!" She shouts at him, releasing his crotch. He hesitates for a few moments, until she slaps him hard across the face. "Now!" He nervously removes his t-shirt and shorts, stopping for a second with only his boxers on. "Those too, you little fucker! Come on, me and my friend want to see your little princess clit!" I let out a laugh at hearing her ***** of him. I didn't see this side of her personality coming, but the contrast from the submissive little slut that she was for me is getting me back to full stiffness in my jeans.

He finally removes his boxers, and I let out an involuntary "oh fuck," under my breath on seeing his cock. Fully hard, he must be struggling to reach five inches – pretty much half of my size, just like she had predicted in the club. She points to a spot on the floor just to the side of me and stares him down, daring him to disobey or hesitate. He drops right to his knees, inches away from me, and gets a good eyeful of the growing tent in my jeans from his side-on view.

She gives him a more playful slap this time. "Good boy!"

He swallows nervously, unable to take his eyes off of my impressive package, straining against my zipper. I can see him processing that this is the cock in the picture, which was in his girlfriend's mouth earlier that night. I imagine he's wondering where else she may have taken it, or where she's about to take it.

Her hand enters his view as she rests it on my crotch again, her fingers delicately covering the front of my jeans, with only some fabric now between them and my massive cock. His eyes follow her arm, up to her face, where he sees her smirking at him for a moment, before ignoring him completely, looking up at me and kissing me passionately as her fingers begin to squeeze. I lean forward further and my arm snakes around her, my hand squeezing her ass possessively. Right in front of her boyfriend's fucking face. I'm absolutely loving it.

She breaks the kiss for just a moment. Taking a step back from me and looking at her boyfriend. Looking him in the eyes, she removes her heels and shrugs her jeans off. As she steps back into her heels, I hear the little bitch gasp as he realises his girl has returned from the club with no panties on. I pull her wet panties from my pocket and smirk down at him as he notices them in my hand. I look at her and she smiles widely.

"Open wide, boy!" I command. It's the first words spoken between us, and the sound of my voice seems to shake him out of a trance. He looks up at me nervously.

"You fucking heard the man!" She snaps at him.

"Open. Wide. Boy." I repeat. He opens his mouth just wide enough for me to stuff his girl's wet panties in, much to her delight as she giggles.

"For fuck sake, what a little pussy you are!" She says, shaming him, and I see his face turn bright red.
She raises her foot to his still-rock-hard little cock, prodding at it with the toe of her heels, making him moan around her panties. I laugh again, watching his cock bobbing up and down as she toys with him.

"Fucking hell, man," I say, "I reckon your girl's heels might be bigger than your cock!"

"Hmmm, I think you might be right!" She replies on his behalf, kicking one shoe off. "Let's find out, bitch. Show us."

Tentatively, he picks the shoe up and looks at it for a second. I can tell from the look of trepidation on this face that he thinks it may be close call. I smirk, knowing how easily I would pass this test. Finally, gripping his cock by the base, in such a way as to maximise his size, he holds Emma's heel up against his dick. I look at his face to judge the outcome from his expression. He closes his eyes, and I'm unsure if it's in shame or relief... Until I hear his girlfriend laughing.

"Oh, ******* I hear her cry. "It's close, bitch. But the heel's definitely bigger!"

I look down, to see for myself. His hard cock is straining in his hand, desperate to be big enough. But there's clear daylight between the two. Just a fraction of an inch, perhaps, but the heel is nonetheless noticeably bigger than him.

"Fucking hell!" I say. "I wasn't being serious, microdick! You weren't supposed to actually fucking lose!"

Emma smiles at me, before stepping towards me and stroking my cock through my jeans again. "Will we show him how a real man compares, babe?" She asks, as her fingers nimbly work on my buckle.

"With pleasure, you little slut!" I grin as she unbuckles my jeans and tugs my zipper down. She pulls my cock out in front of her boyfriend for the first time, and his eyes open wide at the sight of my nine inch cock right in front of his face. She laughs at his reaction to my size, her fingers winding around my width and slowly pulling back and forth, enabling me to reach my full length.

"Roger," she says, looking at her boyfriend on his knees, "Meet Shane!" She giggles. "Shane," she begins, before playfully slapping my cock off of her boy's cheek, causing us both to laugh and him to burn redder in shame, "Meet Roger!"

"Hold my shoe up, bitch." She orders him. "Hold my heel up against this real man's cock."

I watch with real satisfaction as her boyfriend nervously lifts her shoe, lining her heel up against my throbbing cock. He presses the heel against the base of my cock as his girl's hand continues to work slowly back and forth along my length.

"Oh wow!" She gasps, breathlessly, seeing how my cock dwarfs the shoe which a few moments earlier had shamed her boyfriend. The heel is a little over half of my length. She slowly pulls her soaked panties from her boyfriend's mouth with her free hand. "You see how a real man measures up, bitch?"

Her boy refuses to answer her question and her hand stops moving on my cock for a moment, as she stares him down once again. "Excuse me?" She demands.

"Y...yes. I see how he measures up."

"Much, much bigger than you, isn't he?" I smirk, delighted with her *********** of her boyfriend.

"Yeah, he is."

"Good boy, now tell him. Look Shane in the eyes, and tell him he's much bigger than you. Tell him you can see that your girl loves his cock."

I look down at him as he slowly looks up. Emma's hand works a little more quickly back and forth on my cock, right in front of his face.

"You're much bigger than me, Shane. I..." He swallows hard, in shame. "I... Can see that my girlfriend loves your cock."

"That's a good boy!" I reply, ruffling his short hair patronisingly. "She sure does. Your girl couldn't get enough of my cock in her mouth earlier. And she loves my cum, too. She begged for it in her mouth, and swallowed it all down like a pro."

Even in his current state, naked and on his knees watching his girlfriend's hand around another man's cock, this news still shocks and hurts him. He speechlessly can't respond, but I can see from his face the truth in what Emma had told me earlier; she has never swallowed his cum. "Yeah," I continue, slapping her ass, "She's a good little slut for me!"

She giggles, pushing her ass out after I slap it, encouraging me to cup her cheeks and squeeze again. "Now, Tiny," She begins, teasing her boyfriend as her hand keeps moving along my shaft, "Seeing how much bigger Shane is, makes me think that maybe I need to set a new rule." She smirks before continuing. "From now on, no cock smaller than my heels is getting inside my tight little pussy. How do you like that?"

He looks genuinely taken aback by this proposal, which has me grinning widely. "I... I don't really like that rule..."He stutters nervously.

"Oh?" She mocks. "Why not?"

"Your heel is bigger than me." He replies, verging on desperation.

"Yeah, it sure is, bitch. And that's a pity for you. But are you really trying to tell me that I deserve a cock which is smaller than my heels?"

"No..." He backpedals. "No, Miss."

"Good! Because that would just be embarrassing for me! To have to take a cock inside my hot pussy which can't even measure up to my heels. It'd be pitiful. But you know what, bitch? I really, really, really need a cock inside me tonight. Only... We've already established that you don't pass my new rule." She looks at my cock, which her hand is still working on, her boyfriend obediently still holding her heels against me. "Can you think of anyone who would pass the test? Who I might allow into my pussy, to do the job of a real man?"

He stares at my cock, transfixed. "Your girl's fucking talking to you, shithead!" I reprimand him. "Answer her."

"Yes..." He answers.

"Good boy." I reply. "But who? Your girlfriend is looking for a name."

His gaze moves back to Emma's face as she looks at him, looking for his answer to be sincere. It's obvious that from the taste she's had so far, she now needs to go the whole way and fuck me. But she needs to break him first, and make him tell her what she wants to hear. To humiliate the little boy. He sighs, before answering.
"...Shane."

"Mmm, that's right, pindick! Shane here definitely passes the rule, with flying colours! And do you know what he deserves for passing?"

"Your pussy?"

"Yeah. But tell me properly."

"Shane deserves your pussy."

"Good boy. And he's going to get it. Tonight. Right here in our flat. On our bed. He's going to get my pussy. He's going to fuck me, going far deeper inside me than your princess clit has ever been, touching places inside your own girlfriend you can only dream about. And he's probably going to cum inside me, too."

"No 'maybe' about it, slut!" I interject. "And I may not stop at your pussy! You ass feels fucking hot in my hand, I think my cock would love it, too!" She giggles.

"But you do deserve something, for failing the test and having such a tiny cock." She takes the shoe out of his hand, places it on the floor and steps back into it, naked from the waist down except for her heels. She moves in front of me, facing me, and bends over from the waist. With her face now right at my cock, and inches from her boyfriend's face, she explains, "You deserve to kiss my fucking ass. So get to it, bitch!"

Well-written, super hot plot. Treatment of the whiteboi was superb.Thanks

thanks for the update. I enjoyed it, but wished you had taken it a bit slower with her. So she went from nice girlfriend to total bitch in 1 hour.

Thanks for the responses!

I totally understand how sudden it looks. The scenario I was going for was that the couple have a pre-existing dom-sub relationship, but only to an extent and mostly just teasing or verbal. They completely love each other, and although the girl teases about cheating on him, it's just a fantasy for them both. Until suddenly the right guy really, really fits the bill - so much so he's into that same fantasy, but from the other side. When she gets home, she's concerned about what she's done, but when she sees her boyfriend jerking off over it... It's like tacit consent to slip straight from the proper girlfriend she's always been in public, to the bitchy dom she is when they're playing with each other, and to push things up a level. I wanted the change to be unexpected (from the alpha's POV), but I think if I refine it, I'll lay out the pre-existing dynamic within the couple before that point, so that it doesn't seem such a leap. Really appreciate the feedback!

He leans forward to place his lips on his girlfriend's sexy round ass. It's a situation he's clearly been a number of times, but from his slight hesitation and burning cheeks, presumably never with an audience. He almost reaches to plant his kiss, when she sternly commands him to stop. He looks up at me, confused.

"I've changed my mind." She says, shuffling back a few inches. Her boy's nose is now practically in her ass crack. "No touching. You only get to smell for now. Sniff it, bitch. Sniff my ass."

He nervously takes a deep breath through his nose, ******** in the scent of her amazing ass, along with the smell of arousal which is beginning to fill the hall.

"Good boy!" She giggles, her breath tickling the head of my cock, and I see her boyfriend's little cock throb in *********** and desperation; he's dying to even just be allowed to touch his girl's ass, and she's denying him even that pleasure, with her face right in my crotch.

With her hand once more slowly stroking my dick, I feel her tongue emerge from her mouth to circle the head. I moan a little. "Fuck, that's good." Her lips encircle my head, the tongue darting and teasing as I smirk in pleasure. She removes her mouth from me for just a moment.

"Keep fucking sniffing, tiny!"

Her lips go straight back me. She begins sucking as I hear Roger's deep breaths continuing, growing more ragged each time due to his own arousal and disbelief at the situation he's finding himself in. From my vantage point I look down on Emma's head, now bobbing on my hard cock. My eyes trace down her back, following her spine to her ass, where I comically see only Roger's forehead and hair beyond; the rest of his face fully obscured.

I grunt in satisfaction as his girlfriend takes me deeper into her mouth, knowing that his entire field of vision is occupied right now with her ass. I take hold of Emma's head. "Come on, slut. You can take more of my cock in your mouth that that. Open wider – you've got a real cock to suck now!" Fuck it. Since he can't see me, I'm going to make damn sure he can hear me.

"Oi, Roger!" I call to him. "How does your girl's ass smell?" He bristles at being spoken to in that way, but he's helpless to defend himself.

"G... Good." He replies, in between breaths.

"Yeah? It better. I'll be cramming nine inches of cock up that tiny hole later." I pull Emma's head further onto my cock, as her sucking intensifies. "Tonight your girl's definitely going to lose her anal virginity. But not to her loving boyfriend. To me. Some arrogant prick she just met." I let that hang in the air silently for a few moments.

"Tell me why." I demand.

He sighs before responding. "You're bigger."

"You can do better than that, boy!"

"Your cock is bigger than mine."

"Call me 'Sir'." Emma went nuts on my cock on hearing that, she got off so much on hearing her boyfriend degraded. I reward her enthusiasm with thrusting forward, ******* my cock deeper, making her gag a bit, but she rides it out well.

"Your cock is bigger than mine, Sir." He's beginning to abandon even the pretence of competition or pride.

"No, actually. Only one of us has a cock. You have a... What was it... Sissy stick?"

"P... Princess clit..."

"Fuck! That was it! Good boy! Yeah, you have a princess clit. So do you want to rub your little clit? Do you want to rub it like a good girl?" His little dick is quivering with anxious excitement at this point, but he doesn't answer.
"You better fucking answer, girl!" Still no response. I stop thrusting, instead pushing Emma back gently, her mouth releasing my hard cock as she moans in hunger for me. I manoeuvre her to the side and step forward, my throbbing dick now as close to Roger's face as her ass had been only a moment ago. I slowly kick off my boots and shrug my jeans and boxers down. He just stares up at the whole time, far too intimidated to move. I unbutton my shirt and take it off, now standing in front of him fully naked. Thanks to my large cock and straining, I don't mind admitting it's an impressive sight.

"Listen good, bitch. Play with that pathetic little clit, whether you want to or not. I want to see you rubbing yourself right now with this," I take hold of my massive, thick cock, "right in your face. Do you understand me?" I slap him across the face, far from full strength, but sudden enough to rock him. "Answer now, girl!"

"Yes Sir." He mutters, taking his little dick in one hand and rubbing himself as instructed.
I take a slight step forward, still holding my hard cock. I hold it near his nose. "Keep fucking sniffing. Sniff the cock that's going to be inside your girl very, very soon."

Roger leans away on his knees, hitting his head off of the wall immediately behind him, his eyes darting to Emma, pleading for her to step in and stop this. To save him from this fresh ***********. It's almost as though he's finally realising that this isn't all just some kinky fantasy between him and his girl any more; this is reality. His girlfriend is really about to take a much larger cock that his, and will never look at him the same way.
Emma doesn't step in. She's no longer bent over, standing there wearing only her nice little top and heels, her panties still in her hand after being removed from her boyfriend's mouth. She's gripping them tightly as she bites her lip at this turn of events. She wasn't expecting for me to display as much of a taste for putting her bitch in his place, but she's obviously indescribably turned on at the way things are escalating.

I move forward again, my crotch following his face as he tries to squirm away, but his head is now pinned against the wall. I grab his short hair in my left hand, with him on his knees before me. My massive cock is still occupying my right hand, and I ***** his face close to it.

"Sniff my fucking cock, bitch." He looks up at me know, desperate eyes imploring me to stop. To not make him do this, and definitely not in front of the girl he loves. It goes without saying; he's barking up the wrong fucking tree. "Don't make me tell you again."

Resigned to his fate, he inhales deeply through his nose, getting a huge whiff of my cock. I smirk above him as he breathes in again, smelling me, getting a lungful of a real man's arousal. "Keep playing with your little clitty, like a good girl." I instruct him, almost softly. He obeys, continuing to play with his tiny dick as I tower over him and he smells my cock.

I look over my shoulder to Emma, to find her staring at the scene in front of her, her mouth open in both shock and arousal. One hand clutching her wet panties, the other ************* seeking out her pussy. I smile widely.
"What do you think of your little boyfriend, bitch?" I tease.

"He..." She can hardly get the words out. "He's so pathetic." Roger groans a little at hearing those words; especially because he can easily tell how much she means it. I pull on his hair just a little, just enough to remind him that little bitches should be seen and not heard.

"You got that right." I agree. "Watch this! Roger, take hold of my cock." No longer fighting, he reaches up and replaces my hand with his on my large cock. He doesn't even take advantage by moving my dick further away from his face, he keeps me right at his nose as he continues sniffing deeply. I hold my free hand to Emma. "Hand me your panties, and then take your top off. I can't believe I haven't seen your fucking tits yet!"

Emma hands her panties to me, and removes her top with trembling fingers, now dressed in just her sexy bra and heels. Her hand goes straight back to her pussy as she watches me humiliate her boyfriend. My cock grows even harder in Roger's grip as I look at the big tits he could be enjoying if he were man enough, anticipating them being released from her bra momentarily.

"How does my cock feel in your hand, bitch?" I ask him.

"Good, Sir." He answers simply, between breaths. I'm unsure if he means it. Probably not. It's probably just the only answer he could think of that might not insult me and earn him some kind of punishment.

"Is it the first cock you've ever held?"

"Other than my ow... Aaagghh!" He yelps partway through answering as I yank powerfully on his hair.

" You have a fucking princess clit! I'll ask again; is my cock the first cock you've ever held in your life?"

"Y...yes. Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. Now stroke it. Your girlfriend is about to take her bra off and expose her titties, all for me. I'm going to really enjoy the sight. But you won't. You'll see nothing but my cock, and you'll stroke it for me as I see your girl's tits. Understand?"

He's almost sobbing as he responds, "Yes, Sir." His hand begins moving back and forth on my massive cock. With his other hand, he continues playing with himself; although given the difference in size, it's almost funny how different the movements are.

I look Emma right in the eyes as her boyfriend kneels before me, playing with his dick and stroking my much larger cock. "Get your fucking tits out, slut."

Emma reaches around behind her back, shaking fingers fumbling a little to unclasp her sexy bra. She's sucked my cock, swallowed my cum and degraded her boyfriend with me, completely redefining their relationship... But fully exposing her body to me still feels like a major step in the way the night is progressing.

The straps fall from her shoulders as her hands support the cups over her tits, She smiles back at me nervously as she allows her bra to fall away behind her hands, her breasts now hidden only by her own fingers.

"Cheeky!" I admonish her, as her boyfriend continues stroking my cock in front of his own face. She winks at me. "Don't keep me waiting, bitch!"

Her hands drop away now, exposing her beautiful round tits to me for the first time. They're absolutely perfect and don't disappoint in the slightest. Although I'm already expecting the hard nipples which greet me, I still get turned on all the more for seeing them.

"Hey, Rog." I say without turning away from Emma's body. "Your girl's amazing fucking tits have made me leak a little precum. Be a pal and lick it off my cock for me, mate." I feel his hand stiffen at the suggestion, no longer moving back and forth on my shaft; horrified that I'm escalating things yet again.

"Don't think about it, baby." Emma suddenly encourages her boyfriend. "Just do it. Just do as he says." He still doesn't make a move, like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I think about ******* him, but Emma moves first, coming to my side and pressing herself against me – making sure he still can't see the goods even though she's closer now. She unravels his frozen hand from my cock, replacing it with her own expert fingers, wrapping them around me, pulling back my foreskin and directing the slick head of my cock towards her boyfriend's mouth. "Just be a good girl for him and... Lick. His. Fucking. Cock. Bitch!"

And then he done it.

The pathetic little tiny-dick bitch stuck his tongue out and ran it right over the head of my fucking cock, licking up my precum. I release my grip on his hair for a few moments to pat him on the head. "There's a good girl!" I say, before grasping his hair controllingly yet again. "Now close your eyes and open wide!"

With apprehension, he closes his eyes and obediently opens his mouth wide. Teasingly, I run the head of my dick around his lips, feeling him tremble at what's about to happen. Suddenly, I pull back from him; just far enough to once again stuff his mouth with Emma's damp panties. I tighten my grip on his hair, yanking his head back. "Open your eyes, bitch." He looks up into my eyes with a wonderful mix of *********** and relief. "Don't close your mouth."

Without need of further instruction, Emma's hand begins moving expertly back and forth along my shaft, stroking me right in front of Roger's face; his senses filled with my hard cock, his mouth agape and stuffed with his girlfriend's panties.

"Bitch," she says softly, "You know what's going to happen, don't you? You know what's coming?" He closes his eyes in shame, but doesn't close his mouth or move his head away from my cock. Hell, the bitch doesn't even stop playing with himself. Emma continues jerking me, and I moan under my breath.

"Open your eyes." She demands, and Roger obeys. Now that the initial shock of seeing me debase her boyfriend has passed, she's re-asserting her dominance over him. I'm more than happy let her take the wheel for now, her mastery of him is an incredible sight. Her grip tightens around me as she sees his eyes widening. "This big, beautiful cock is going to cum, Roger. Shane's going to unload his gorgeous, manly balls into your mouth, all over my panties. You know that, don't you?" He nods, eyes still wide open. "Good girl."

"Now, the question is... Do you want to make your little clitty-cummies before or after your mouth is filled by a real man's cum?" He's clearly fit to burst, having continued to play with his dick. It's no choice at all!

"Befo' pwea' mi'..." He murmurs around his girlfriend's panties. I smile wider, her complete dominance over him is turning me on so, so much.

"Good girl. Keep playing with your princess clit then. Go a bit faster." He does as she says, her own hand speeding up to match her instruction to him.

I push my crotch forward, the head of my cock now inside his mouth, the damp material of Emma's panties tickling the very tip of my cock. It feels fucking amazing. I lean forward, one arm now supporting myself against the wall above him as my other hand still has hold of his hair. I begin to thrust slowly, with Emma wanking my big cock harder all the while, the head of my cock stroking into his mouth and across her panties. I can't believe how close I'm getting, so aroused by our joint ***** of Roger.

"Keep going, bitch." She encourages, lifting one foot up, holding it in front of his little dick, nudging his cock with the tip of her shoe. "But don't dare get any of your mess on the carpet! All on the shoe, bitch. You understand? Every fucking pathetic drop!"

His breath is growing harder and more laboured with every second, his hand working faster and faster as he gasps in desperation with his girlfriend's underwear filling his mouth. I feel his panting breath surround my cock as I thrust a little harder, ******* his head back each time. It feels so good that I moan more loudly. "Fuck, Emma... Your hand feels so good... God... You sexy... Fucking slut..."

Roger's right on the edge with me, his arm a blur as he jerks his little dick; although his hand doesn't need to move very far back and forth. I tighten my grip and tug his hair again, just to re-enforce his place. We're both only moments away from exploding over the same gorgeous, kinky bitch; although the experience is very different for the two of us!

"Now, bitch!" Emma commands her boyfriend, sensing how close we both are. "Be a good girl for me and cum on my heels – not a drop on me or the carpet!" Toying with him, she pauses for just a moment, before displaying her absolute power over him.

"Cum now!"

With incredible complete obedience, Roger grunts and lurches forward further onto my cock as he shoots his little load. He can't even see his girlfriend's foot with his face in my crotch, but he was holding his dick right at her shoe, so for now he has to just hope for the best. As he keels forward in orgasm, I thrust forward harder than ever, driving his head straight back against the wall and ******* Emma's panties deeper, ******* him a little. I'm so turned on at how she owns him, that a few additional hard thrusts and strokes from Emma is all it takes.

"Emma... Fuck me... You incredible little slut... I'm gonna...!"

The last of his little load is probably still leaking out as I unleash a torrent of cum into his bitch mouth, taking him by surprise. He doesn't even have time to come to his senses after his own orgasm before I'm pulling his head against me hard and pushing as deeply as I can into his mouth, covering his girl's panties with spurt after spurt of my hot cum. I feel Emma shuddering against me in complete arousal as her hand slows down and her grip tightens to squeeze the remaining cum from me.

I push myself away from the wall, the end of my cock slipping out of his mouth. I can see Emma's panties practically swimming in my cum. My hand which was on the wall slides down Emma's body as she's still pressed to my side, coming to rest on her spectacular arse. My other hand releases his hair for the first time in a while. I reach for his chin and gently tilt his head up, mouth still wide, so myself and Emma can see. I make him close his mouth around the soaked panties and massive pool of my cum, but offer no instruction on what to do with it.

"Good girl!" I say, in patronising praise. Taking her lead from the way I treated her in the club, Emma smears the leftover cum on my cock onto her boyfriend's cheeks, before pulling his head towards us and squeezing the final few drops onto the top of his head, giggling and she watches it land in his short hair.

"You know, baby," she begins, talking to Roger as she presses her body against me, "Shane made me cum all over my panties in the club earlier. So you've really got the taste of both of us in your mouth right now." She giggles again. "You may as well get used to it. After he fucks me like I've never felt before, you'll be cleaning us both up."

We need to hear more about this couple and their new master. Great story.

I allow Emma to guide me into stepping back; giving Roger his first opportunity of the night to see his naked girlfriend, but more importantly, allowing us all to inspect her shoe, now back on the floor, with a not-entirely-impressive load of little-dick cum splattered over the front.

"Not bad, bitch. You didn't get any of your mess on the carpet." She looks a little closer. "But you did get a little on my foot, instead of on my heel, like you were told. I think you should apologise."

Roger stares up at her desperately, trying frantically to apologise with only his eyes, his mouth still full of panties and cum. "Go on!" I join in with her teasing. "Apologise to your girl, tiny! Don't be so fucking rude!"

Emma shakes her head at her boyfriend. "I can't believe you're embarrassing me like this again, pindick! Just when I thought you were starting to show some respect." She picks her foot off the floor, and wipes the cum from her shoe across Roger's chest and belly. "You can clean my shoe properly in a little bit, bitch. But for now..." She viciously swings her foot up into Roger's exposed, and now empty, balls. It's nothing like *********, but it's sudden and fast, and the tip of her heels is just a little pointed. Roger's eyes bulge out of his head on impact and he pitches forward, groaning loudly and clutching his balls in pain.

"Keep your mouth shut, tiny! Don't you spill a fucking drop!" She snarls at him. "In fact..." She uses her foot to guide him into rolling onto his back, groaning in agony the whole time. If anything, his little cock looks even more pathetic in this position, particularly because it's now deflated after orgasm. My own cock is no longer hard, but it's still an impressive size soft; and if Emma continues to display this side of herself, I'll be sporting a semi again very soon. "Let's make sure you don't waste any of Shane's kind present."

She lifts her foot onto his cock and balls, covering all of them easily with the sole of her heel. She presses down just a little; and Roger makes another pathetic groan. "Get to work on sucking my panties clean." She commands. With his balls on the line, all of Roger's previous hesitation and trepidation at each new experience disappears, and he immediately obeys; swallowing another man's cum for the first time in his life. His face registers that he's not a fan of the taste – just like his girlfriend earlier. It doesn't particularly matter, they'll both be swallowing their share whether they like it or not.

Due to his displeasure at the task, it takes around a minute for Roger to manage a few large gulps and get the majority of my cum down his throat. I smirk down at him, as Emma puts a little more weight on her foot, pressing down onto his little cock and balls. "You have thirty seconds. Keep going and get it all. I better not find any of his cum on my panties when I take them back. You won't want to disappoint me again, bitch!"

He sucks on her panties like crazy now, doing his best to ignore the threat of her impending stamp on his crotch in order to clean them. I watch his tongue working around inside his mouth, trying to get all of my cum out of the fabric. "Ten seconds!" She announces. But to be honest, I think she's missing a few just to give him less of a chance.

She counts down from ten, punctuating each number with a light stamp on his crotch for encouragement, before finally demanding that he stop. As is becoming usual, he obeys immediately.

She takes her foot off of him and takes a few steps to stand with one foot on either side of his head. He can't help but look up at her lustily, his eyes roaming up her legs, to her pussy, to the underside of her breasts, to her teasing face looking down at him, smiling her bitchiest smile. She leans forward and uses only two fingers to slowly peel her panties out of his mouth. He takes a deep breath; for the first time in a while, his mouth is his own again.

Standing over him, she holds her panties out in front of her face. Her hips sway seductively as she inspects them and deliberates on his handiwork. The movement of her round ass is ********, and I find myself growing aroused for her again.

"You know, bitch..." She looks away from her panties and down at her boyfriend, "You've done a pretty good job. Good enough I won't need to punish you, at least!" He looks incredibly relieved, and rightly so. God knows what her imagination might have dreamt up. "But both of you boys have had your fun already. I'm due a nice hard cum, and since my ride for the night is taking a well-earned breather, it seems like that should be your job, as my loving boyfriend." Her fingers explore down to her pussy, teasing her clit. "What do you say?"

"Yes, miss!" Roger replies, eager to please and avoid punishment.

"Good girl!" She responds, slowly lowering herself down towards his face.

"Wait!" I interrupt, with her glistening pussy barely an inch above her boyfriend's face. She turns to me. "Remember what you told me earlier, slut." She looks at me, urging me to continue. "Tell him what you told me in the club, with my finger in your pussy."

"Fuck..." She moans in recollection. "Y... You own my pussy, Shane."

"Exactly, bitch. And did I give permission for your boyfriend to lick my property?"

"Mmmm, Shane!" She moans desperately. "Please may my boyfri..."

"Not from you." I cut her off. "From him. He needs to ask me if he wants to touch the pussy that I own." No response from Roger, his eyes still focussed on Emma's soaked pussy, tantalisingly close to his face. "Well?" I question. "Are you going to let your girlfriend down? Again? You pathetic pindick cunt."

"P...Please, Sir," he begins, "Please may I lick my girlfriend's pussy."

"Whose pussy, bitch?!?"

"Y...Your pussy. Sorry, Sir. Please may I lick the pussy you own? I want to make my girlfriend cum so much. I need to prove myself to her. I need to show her I'm a real man and make her happy. Please, Sir..." He finishes begging. "Please..." He almost whispers, pleading. Emma looks at me again, imploring me to allow him this honour and let her ride his face to orgasm.

I nod to her and she immediately drops herself straight onto his face. She grinds her pussy against him. "Get your fucking tongue in there, bitch!" She demands, before moaning as Roger obeys, his tongue evidently working away on her wet pussy, pushing inside.

She starts to rock back and forth on him. From where I'm standing, it looks as though she's rubbing her clit against his nose as she fucks his face. Both her hands are now on his head, hauling him up to her pussy, straining his neck to get his tongue deeper as she bucks against him.

Almost unbelievably, I notice that I'm not the only one with a stiffening cock. Emma using his face as a sextoy is causing Roger's little dick to grow again. My sense of time is pretty skewed, but it can't have been longer than maybe 15 minutes since his orgasm. The little guy's got some stamina, I'll give him that.

To control him better, Emma takes one of her hands off of his head and reaches behind her to grab his crotch in her hand. "Mmm, someone's a happy little girly again!" She says, gripping his semi-hard cock and balls in her hand. She squeezes tightly and Roger renews his efforts at pleasing her.

I move to stand behind her and bend down, my hands running from Emma's shoulders down to her breasts. My hands experience her naked tits for the first time, my fingers teasing around her nipples before pinching them. "Oh God, Shane!" She moans loudly, bucking wilding on top of Roger now. His tongue is obviously still going to town as she pulls his head between her legs deeper.

"Mmm, I want to cum for you again, Shane. I need you." Emma's panting hard now. "I've never needed anything more than I need your big, beautiful cock in my pussy. I need you to break me in and stretch me out. Fuck..." She gasps, trembling with pleasure on Roger's face before continuing.

"I...I've been with Roger too long. My pussy is so, so tight. Probably still virgin-tight after years with his miserable little cock." She grips his crotch tighter, emphasising that she means every word. She's getting close. My hands cover her gorgeous tits now, squeezing them gently, bouncing them in my hands a little and feeling their perfect weight. "I need a man! A real fucking man! I need you, Shane! Only you! Only you and your massive... fucking... coooccckkkkk!!!"

She squeals the last word as she shakes violently, giving a few final hard thrusts against Roger as her orgasm washes over her atop his pathetic face.