Tricia snuggled into me, making it clear that as far as she was concerned, I owned her at least for tonight.
Tricia looked up to my face and kissed my cheek. She then looked to her cowed husband and said, "Ronnie, this is Peter, say hello to him, don't be rude."
Ronnie never raised his head, but in a weak shaking voice said, "Hello Peter."
"Ronnie, I want you to thank Peter, for doing the job you have never been able to do," she continued, mocking him and belittling him with practiced ease.
"Thank you Peter, thank you for making my wife orgasm," he whispered.
"Oh you're welcome," I said slipping easily into humiliating this poor excuse for a man. I didn't give it a second thought, which later on the next day I would regret terribly.
"Peter?" Tricia said questioningly, "Would you like to know why I treat Ronnie like this? Would you like to know why I'm still with this pathetic little cunt?"
I made an affirmatory noise and settled back as Tricia told their joint story all the whilst slowly teasing my cock back to solid life.
"Well I didn't have a very good childhood and I was shit at school. I left as soon as I could with my only GCSE in art, for fuck sake. I struggled for ages getting a job, I worked in bars and pubs, did a stint at KFC, got sexually harassed wherever I went because although I had no qualifications, I had a body that turned heads."
I nodded at that as I ran my hands over her boobs and gently fondled her nipple. She shivered with pleasure, but carried on with her story.
"So I saw an ad in the paper for a taxi office dispatcher and thought 'why the fuck not?' Turned out the taxi company was owned by that." She pointed at poor little Ronnie.
"To be honest Ron and I clicked. It helped he had oodles of cash, but then I learned quickly that Ronnie here was running a bit of a courier service on the sly as well as private hire cabs. I'm not stupid, and it didn't take me long to work out what he was doing and one day I challenged him. I told him I wanted a cut as I was doing a lot of the dirty work despatching cabs. I told him in return for my silence as well as money he could fuck me if he wanted. That was when I found out his 'little' problem."
Ronnie shifted uncomfortably and let out a low noise that sounded like "Noooo".
"Ronnie," Tricia said, "Show Peter what the problem is darling."
"No, no, please don't," he begged.
"Ronnie! Do as you're fucking told or no sex for you for six months." she said addressing him firmly.
Ronnie got to his feet and shuffled over to stand in front of us. "SHOW HIM!!" Trish screamed at him.
Slowly, with trembling hands, Ronnie raised the edge of the babby doll to reveal lace trimmed matching panties. I had expected to see a bulge in them, but instead they looked flat and almost feminine. "Oh for fuck's sake Ronnie," said Trish in a frustrated tone. She reached forward and pulled the panties down to his mid-thighs.
I stared open mouthed. In front of me was a pair of small, but normalish balls, but the cock attached had to be the smallest thing I'd ever seen. It was flaccid, but even so it was at most an inch, possibly an inch and a quarter long. Ronnie let out a stifled sob as his humiliation continued.
"Look at the state of that Peter. Look at yours in comparison, yours is fat and what about seven inches?" She enquired.
I nodded in answer to her question, unable to take my eyes from Ronnie's tiny appendage. It wasn't just short, it was incredibly thin, not more than the width of my little finger. "Jesus," I exclaimed.
Tricia grinned and flicked Ronnie's tiny cocklet making him wince. "Trust me Pete, he isn't a grower either. At best he get to about two inches if he's lucky. I honestly can't feel him inside me and the only way I'll have sex with him now is anal. At least that way I can actually feel him in me, even if you could probably reach further with your finger," she took my hand and deliberately and openly sucked on my middle finger whilst staring into Ronnie's face.
"Sit down Ronnie, you disgust me," she snapped at him. She went back to stroking my cock slowly, driving me insane with the wonderful feelings she was drawing form me.
"You know Peter," Trish carried on, "We have two gorgeous kids. They're away at university, they were clever and I'm so proud of them. Ronnie is proud of them to aren't you Ronnie?"
Ronnie nodded slowly with a questioning look on his face.
"I'm glad he does because neither of them are his!" Tricia gloated, "No they are his brother's kids, his younger brother's kids. His cock is lovely, it's just like yours," she said looking at me.
Ronnie sat his mouth hanging open. I got the feeling that he had never heard this before and wasn't handling the bombshell particularly well. He looked totally stricken and gasped out a quiet "Noooooo," and dropped his head to his hands. I watched as tears dripped between his fingers.
My attention was dragged back to Tricia. She had slipped from the sofa and was now sucking hungrily on my cock. "You've not cum yet baby," she observed, "But we're going to put that right now. Let's get you nice and hard and then Ronnie here can watch whilst you breed me, who knows, I'm still young enough, you might get me pregnant, Ronnie would like that wouldn't you? I said wouldn't you?!"
Ronnie looked like a broken man as he nodded his head. I looked at him and incredibly, saw his tiny cock was hard. Ronnie was excited by the humiliation after all, and it was that thought I clung on to as I slipped to the floor and moved Trish into the doggy position.
I knelt behind her and ran my cock head up and down her soaking wet slit. As I reached her vaginal opening, she tried to push back, but I pulled away making her wait. "Trish, I want Ronnie to ask me nicely to fuck you."
I couldn't see Trish's face, but heard a wicked 'Mmmmmm' from her. She raised her head and looked sideways at her husband, "Well you heard him, don't keep me waiting!"
"Peter, please will you fuck my wife and fill her with your seed?" He quailed.
"Seeing as you ask so nicely then yes I will." My eyes never left his as I savagely thrust my hips forward impaling Trish on my engorged cock.
Trish gasped and said, "Fuck that's big, his cock is so thick Ronnie, not like your maggot. God he's stretching me open."
I started to build up a rhythm as Trish gasped and moaned. I could feel her cunt muscles clamping down on my cock and hear her panting in synchronism with her muscle spasms. I suddenly had a wicked thought.
"Trish have you ever let anyone else other than Ron here, do your back door?"
"No," she replied "that's always been his."
"Would you like me to take that from him as well, after all I'm fucking his missus in front of him," I asked.
"Oh fuck yes please," Trish gasped.
Ronnie wailed "No, no, no, nooooo."
"Fucking shut up Ronnie and watch," I snapped at him. Ronnie stared with morbid fascination as I slowly inserted my thumb into his wife's shitter.
"God that feels good," Trish groaned.
I withdrew my thumb and spitting on two fingers slowly worked them into her arse. Trish whimpered and gasped as they worked deeper into her rectum. I added more spit and then some of her dripping pussy secretions, until I felt she was slick enough to take my cock.
I pulled out of her pussy and rubbed my soaking wet cock over her starfish, "Say hello to my cock Trish," I demanded.
"Oh fuck yes," she gasped as the first couple of inches penetrated her anus, "Oh hello big boy, oh Jesus, oh fuck my arse, Oh Ron he's taken your place, he feels amazing."
Ronnie was freely weeping as I slowly but surely buggered his wife. It took a few minutes, but eventually I was balls deep in her rectum and slowly, but firmly sodomising her. The noises she was making were toe-curling.
I got up onto my haunches and feeling how slick and how little resistance she was presenting, I started to power fuck her. I drove my cock into her again and again. My head was clear as the effects of my alcoholic night were wearing off rapidly as I screwed this sluts anal passage.
"Oh Peter, this is sooooo fucking good, you're going to make me cum, oh fuck, her it goes."
Tricia's body bucked and her feet beat a tattoo on the floor. She let out a huge scream and her whole body shook. I heard rather than saw her squirt, the sound of liquid hitting the carpet barely audible above her cries.
Ronnie just stared as I continued to power fuck his wife, even as she came don from her climax.
Now though it was my turn to orgasm. Sweat flew from my brow as I hammered my cock in and out of Trish's arse, but then I remembered her taunts to Ronnie, "Where do you want my cum Trish?"
"Do it in my cunt," she gasped, give it me now."
I pulled my cock from her arse and slammed straight into her pussy. A loud fart of air escaped her as my cock penetrated to the hilt. Tricia cried out in pure erotic pleasure as my cock slammed in and out of her as my orgasm rapidly approached.
"God Peter, I'm coming again," she wailed.
If it was possible, her wet cunt suddenly turned into a pond of hot sticky liquid as she screamed out, announcing her orgasm. I felt my balls constrict and pulse after pulse of orgasmic spasms wracking my body. Five, six, seven jets of seminal fluid, flooded her wanton, slut, fanny. I gripped her tightly around the waist and fell forward onto her back as I emptied the last of my sperm into her, my legs wrapped around hers locking us together.
Trish and I collapsed onto the carpet gasping for breath, we both looked up toward Ronnie and saw his pathetic little cock covered in his own white spend. The front of his panties were soaked and sweat glistened on his brow.
I looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Enjoy that did you, looks like it, you sad little cunt. You just watched me take everything from you and all you could do was wank yourself off as I stole the one thing you two had, and you know what, you'll thank me before I leave her tonight."
Trish and I uncoupled and sat back down on the couch. She looked at me and said, "I knew when I saw you tonight, you were different. You're cruel and I love it! Do you think you could go again? There is one last thing I want to try."
"Oh I reckon I've got one more fuck in me yet, I need ten minutes, but then...."
Trish looked at me, then at Ronnie, "Ronnie darling, clean the rug I'm taking Peter up to our bed. When you're finished come up, I've a job for you."
I looked at her quizzically, but she just winked, "All in good time lover, all in good time." |
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