Two girls = twice the humilation....

Last night I met Miss X's sophisticated New York fashionista I'll call "Kelli". It was awkward having chit chat. And though Kelli a slender reed of a woman, she's tough and no non-sense, having been in law enforcement and living in New York. We chatted while Miss X touched up her make-up . I felt silly because Miss X had told Kelli that she beats me, and fucks whomever she wishes. So keeping lucid conversation was tough, a thin veneer of social ettiqutte on top of my humiliating reality.

I dutifully drove them to their wine event and waited several hours for them. When they returend, both were a bit tipsy and playful. I was to drive them both back to where Kelli was staying, about forty minutes away. On this long drive home, Miss X started telling me how she saw a fellowat the wine event who she had done 13 years earlier and their chemsitry was stil alive. She bragged that he had a huge cock and for the rest of the drive, the conversation between the two girls was unbridled laughter about my tiny cock and how Miss X was going to hook up with this big stud. My face was turning red and my ego shrunk to nearly the size of tiny, but hard , cock. Miss X was busily texting her previous beau with sexy playful future "hook-up" messages.

When Miss X and i got home, she was on a high, with lots of hot big-cocked sex in her future. The wine was begning to kick in and she was sitting on the couch lamenting with earest how she wished my cock was bigger so she could fuck. This was actually one of my most humiliating moments ever, and its was so sincere, with some pelading in her voice. If I ever had a thought that she might be acting, that was vanquished as her honesty was apparent. The truth induced by the wine was transparent.

I was sitting in a large leather club chair, and Miss X got on her knees in front of me, ordered me to take my pants off, and then cackled again and the minisule nub before her. She began to stroke me, fast, then slow, fast , then slow, building me to an ass clenching crazy peak of desire, telling me that I would place an ad for a hot college dude to come over and storke for her the next day.

I writhed in passion , and she began to play with her pussy, the tight juicy pussy I am permanently denied. She was simultaneously stroking me and she enjoying it at a very deep level, the taunts and jabs at me, mocking my tiny tool , pumping it in her fist and visualizng me, her abject bitch placing her ad and getting her a real man..suddenly she came loudly, surprizing even herself. I was thrilled she came, fueled by a mix of her thoughts of seeing a real man's big young cock and the same time she was debasing me further, driving to the depths of subjectation to her. It was obviosu she was LVOING her power of me, while relishing her caranal cravings for big dick.

Then, knowing I was on the precipice of orgasm, she began to stroke me, then suck me, alternating until I announced I couldn't hodld back!!! She immediately released me and my tiny cock, began to spasm and pump thicks gobs of cum, unassocaiated with real pleasure. Tease and DENIAL at its worst. I was rewarded a rare orgasm andI felt virtually no pleasure from it. In fact, it was an excercise in pure frustration,to have my cock hanging in the air, pumping cum with zero stimulation and Miss X cackling with delight. Another ruined orgasm of epic proportions.

She was quick to bed, and I snuggled aginst her curves, craning her more and more, wanting a real orgasm, wanting to be buried deep inside her and knowing that can't happen.

This morning, I made her breakfast, fetched her a latte from Starbucks, and palced an ad for her as directed. Now I am off to work, blurry eyes with lust and subjected further into the roll of bitch-jester for her....I am off to work, and Miss X is left with opportunites...