The war between the part of you wanting to flip him off and the other that's turned on freezes your mind but not your fingers. The more they fiddle with your sex the more lopsided the war becomes.
When Larry steps forward and unzips his pants your restraint looses even more. "Take a look at this," Larry says, and pulls out an enormous dick that dwarf's your former penis.
"God!" you exclaim, staring in awe.
"That's what a lot of the chicks say. Hey, get on your knees and worship it," he says. It's a casual order, but you slip almost automatically to your knees and reach forward.
The male part of you recoils, but at the same time it can't help but see the whole situation as if it were a fantasy. Your wife, Janine, being humiliated. If your female side is being aroused by her own fiddling and the sight of a big cock the male side of you is turned on by the thought of your wife in just such a situation.
"That's it, wrap your hand around it," Larry coaxes, and you oblige, amazed to find your fingers don't even touch around the girth of him. Your tiny hand strokes tentatively up and down his length, your breathing a caress on his tender skin, quick and hard, betraying your lust to the smarmy man.
"In your mouth, slut," he tells you confidently. You look up at him with wide eyes, seeing the gloating and derision in his eyes as you lean forward, parting your lips.
You know this is the last chance you'll get to stop this situation, to shoot him down, but you're so turned on it seems impossible to resist the compulsion to put your mouth on his dick |