TITLE    : What We're Worth to Her Ch. 02
STORYID  : what-were-worth-to-her-ch-02
SUMMARY  : Two men are drawn deeper into her games of objectification.
AUTHOR   : sweetsock@lit
DATE     : 2019-05-30
CATEGORY : fetish-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |big cock worship|cfnm|exhibitionism|humiliation|size comparison|small penis humiliation|sph|fetish|


<i>This story contains elements of humiliation, body shaming, size comparison, size worship, and also slight reluctance. It is entirely fantasy, and as such, has little to do with reality and very little to do with the way that most people actually think, feel, or behave.</i>



<b>Part 1</b>



Eight months had passed since the night I'd been introduced to Karen, and no message from her had ever arrived. I'd spent that first month doing exactly as she'd instructed. Four times each day I'd play the videos we'd recorded of Marjorie and Adam — or Marjorie and Adam's cock, I should say — and I'd masturbate myself to completion. 



Over and over again I watched Marjorie stroke Adam and lavish his endowment with praise. I'd memorized her words. And just as Karen demanded, each time I watched Adam fill her, I measured the width of my own erection. There were Marjorie's lips, spread wide across the expanse of Adam's thick cock, as she took him inside of her again and again, and there was my cock, the result always the same: precisely one and 3/8 inches in width.



After the second day my orgasms ceased to be pleasurable, as I'm sure Karen knew they would. My penis chafed at my touch, and cumming only caused an ache. But still I continued. I wanted to please her, but more than that, I wanted to see her again. Over time I began to wonder if my memory of her could be trusted. She'd exuded confidence that night. Whenever she spoke, it seemed obvious that she knew more, had experienced more. You could not help but feel excitement about where she might lead you. And God, she was beautiful — long and lean with those black eyes, the black hair and thick brows, like some kind of goddess of mischief. 



And then that first month passed — and nothing. Not a word from Karen. I'd only heard from Marjorie, whom I'd continued to chat with sporadically after that night. I suspect it aroused Marjorie to know that I was almost constantly masturbating to the sight of her getting fucked by Adam. I think it made her feel a kind of power. I'd simply say hello to her, and she'd often reply, "When was the last time you watched my pussy eat up that huge cock?" And so Marjorie indulged me for a time, even though I knew she'd lost interest in me romantically. I used the opportunity to ask her for more details about Adam and Karen, which I was desperate to learn, but she would tell me very little and eventually she stopped responding to me at all. 



One evening I drove to Karen's home and parked across the street. I stayed there for hours, watching. But I saw no one. The house appeared to be empty. I could have returned each day and simply knocked on the door, but I was afraid of upsetting her. I was afraid I might lose her, that I'd never have her attention again. And the intensity of her attention was like nothing I'd experienced — her bluntness, her cold interest in nothing but what I had to offer between my legs. 



I thought perhaps I'd have a similar experience with my friend Amanda. Karen had made me show myself to her. And in turn Amanda had asked me to visit her and show my small endowment to both her and her boyfriend, so that he might feel better about his average-sized equipment. But the next day Amanda told me she'd decided she could do better and had broken up with her boyfriend instead. Amanda never mentioned any of it again. I began to wonder if there was something about Karen that brought out the fullness of these women, their raw sexuality. And without Karen, it remained partly dormant. 



And so that was that. I moved on. After a few weeks, I began to date again. And soon enough, I met someone. My friend Lisa had taken a photography course at a local art studio and over time had become friendly with the instructor, a woman named Stephanie. They stayed in touch after the course was completed, and eventually it occurred to Lisa that Stephanie and I might be a match. And she was right. We were. 



I was swept away by Stephanie. It's not that we liked all of the same things or wanted all of the same things. It's just that we struck the same tone as we went through the world. She listened to me, as I did her. We understood each other. We loved each other. We'd been together for six months now, and it was just as exciting as day one.



And it was Stephanie that I was on my way to see, one foot out the door, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I halted in the doorway and looked at the screen. It was a text from an unknown number. It read, simply, "pick up your phone, tiny."



My body exploded with nervous energy, a mix of terror and arousal. I stood frozen in the doorway for some moments — I couldn't say how long — until I was jarred by the repeating vibration of my phone. A call from the same unknown number. I answered it.



"Hello?"



"Do you miss my asshole, Paul?"



"Karen...I...is that—"



"I asked you a question."



"Yes. Yes, I do."



"Come over in 30 minutes."



And just like that she hung up. And just like that I found myself texting Stephanie that I was feeling ill and would have to cancel our plans tonight. And just like that I found myself heading to Karen's home, shame and excitement rumbling in my gut. I felt miserable about lying to Stephanie, but I could not bring myself to focus on that feeling. My desire for Karen seemed to overshadow all.



When I arrived at Karen's, after a few deep breaths, I rang the door bell and then knocked, both to no answer. After a time, I tried the handle. It was unlocked. I took a few cautious steps into the entrance. It was mostly dark. I peered around the first floor, a mostly wide-open space, as best I could. I saw her sitting in the living room on a sofa chair, barely visible by the light from a small, dim lamp in the adjacent dining room. I approached her.



"Hello, Karen...it's nice to—"



"Tiny, I want to give you a second chance," she said evenly, without moving, "Maybe I misjudged you or misremember. These things can happen. It's been some time since I've last seen you, after all. I would like you to take down your pants and I would like you to show me a huge cock. I'm expecting to see something big, and I hope that's what you've brought, a very big dick."



I hesitated. I began to stutter.



"I would like you to do that right now," Karen added, impatiently.



I undid my buckle and as I began to unzip there was a click and then a bright light. Karen had turned on what appeared to be a reading lamp that was clamped to a small table at the side of the chair. I could see her more clearly now. Her legs were tucked underneath her and she wore a short skirt. Her thighs gleamed. She could see me too. She adjusted the head of the lamp, swiveling it to point directly at my crotch.



"Continue," she said.



I dropped my pants and boxer briefs to my thighs and watched Karen's face, which turned sour at the sight of my penis.



"That is a little, tiny soft dick — barely anything," she said, "But stroke yourself, Tiny, get yourself hard while I watch, maybe I'll be wrong still. Let's see."



I did as I was told and it was not long at all before I was fully erect.



"Is that all then?" she asked, "Is that everything you have to offer me?"



"Yes."



"It's very rude of you, Tiny, to come here with such a minuscule little penis. Why would you do that? You know I like big, fat cocks — and yet you purposely brought me that little worm of a penis. Look at it. Where is the rest of the cock?"



I stood there.



"Stoke yourself until you cum," she instructed me. She nudged a small trash can forward with her foot. "Cum in that." 



I began to stroke myself.



"Turn sideways," she further instructed, "I want to be able to see all of the inches you're missing."



Perhaps only a minute later I leaned over, picked up the trash can, and spurted my load into it. Karen reclined back in her chair and pulled her legs toward her head. Her skirt rose as she did so, revealing a pair of black panties. I had heard of crotchless panties, of course, but these were not quite that. They covered everything but her asshole. Her puckered little hole was revealed by a perfect cut in the fabric, perhaps the size of a dollar coin. She placed her hand to the fabric of her panties right where her clit would be. I'd not noticed before, but she held a small blue vibrator. It began to buzz with life.



"Get to work," she said.



I kneeled in front of her and began to lick her asshole. She softly moaned. "I'd be fucking you right now if you just had a big cock. You know that, right? It's easy. All you needed to do was take something significant out of your pants, a nice long hefty dick, but your little underdeveloped penis is insignificant, Tiny. Oh yes, that's right, eat my asshole. Now go deep."



Her moans began to increase and after a time I could feel her body gyrate against my mouth in sync with her contractions. She came. 



She pushed my head from her and put down her legs. "I'll call you tomorrow, Tiny Dick."



I looked at her. I would've liked to stay. I would've liked to have spoken to her. But I understood. I pulled up my clothing and walked out the door. It was quite a long subway ride back home to my apartment. I wanted to think about what I'd just done, but after only a few minutes on the train, I received a text from Karen.



— I've heard you've been very curious about what I've been up to, so I'll give you a LITTLE something tonight too.



And then she sent a link to a Reddit page. I expected to see a photo or a video. I was terrified that it might be an image of my own penis, but I didn't remember her having taken any photographs of me. I clicked the link to find it led to a post titled "Strangest thing that ever happened to me." It appeared to be a long text post written by a user named butterbubbles. It read:



— So I swear to God I'm not making this up. I swear. I went to the movies tonight by myself — no jokes, I just like going to the movies and the bf was working. There's not too many people there, maybe a dozen. I have the row entirely to myself. So during the trailers this guy and a woman who looks like she could be in the movies herself sit right next to me. Weird, I thought, with all the empty seats. After a minute she starts to rub him over the pants, if you know what I mean! I know people have fun at the movies sometimes, but she was not even trying to hide it!



— I think about moving, but I'm like, whatever, you only live once, let's see how weird this gets. Also, tbh, I'm noticing a very obvious bulge in this guy's pants. And then the lights dim and she starts undoing his belt buckle. I'm like, NO WAY! She does it soooo slow too. Just taking her sweet time with the zipper especially. I can tell he has no undies on, I can already see his pubes. So she reaches into his pants and pulls out a fucking massive cock. By far the biggest I've seen. Just huge. I'm pretty much in shock that this guy sitting right next to me has his dick out but also that his cock is so fucking big. 



— Obviously I'm just staring at this point. Like, what? I'm supposed to watch the movie now? And she just starts stroking him right in front of me, like it's nothing, like it's the same thing as eating popcorn at the movies, no big deal. So I admit I'm getting turned on and the guy starts moaning a little bit, which turns me on more. This super hung guy moaning right next to me. But then out of the corner of my eye, I can tell the lady is staring at me. And not like staring in my direction. She's just eye fucking me, I can tell. 



— She had each hand on one side of his cock and was caressing it up and down with just her fingers tips, just staring at me while she did it. It's like she's just showing that dick off to me, like daring me to look or something. And I was looking. His cock was like a tower, something you could really hold onto. So then she's still looking at me and she takes one hand and wraps it around the base of his cock and just leaves it there, just holds it still. And his dick is like even a little fatter toward the middle, so it looks like it's just bursting from her hand. 



— So she looks at me and then looks at his cock and then looks back me, and finally I get it. It's like she's saying, Look, there's plenty of room for you too. And I'm turned on honestly. There's something about this woman and the way she's like telling me to do whatever I want. And then this guy's big fucking cock and the way she's showing it off — like it's for us. So yeah, I take my hand and put it right above hers. And I feel her hand start moving, so I start moving. And then we're just jerking this huge dick together. And there's still a lot of cock left over, so we can really work it, our hands are flying up and down on this beast of a dick. 



— And then there's the cum. He starts shooting. He's leaning toward me and moaning in these muffled tones and at this point I know I'm wet as fuck. There's a couple of shots that go up in the air, and the rest is just dribbling out in thick spurts. When he's finished, I have almost all of his cum on my hand. So this woman grabs my hand and pulls my arm toward her, over his seat. She starts eating his cum off of my hand. I'm honestly half in shock at this point. She's sucking my fingers and licking between them, and then she leans down and cleans his cock with her mouth. 



— Then she's looking at me again. Her face is right there next to his dick. She puts a hand to my jaw and like kinda caresses my cheek and also starts pulling me down toward her. And I know it's crazy but I went with it. She kissed me and my cheek was brushing up against his cock while we kissed. Then she slowly put his cock back in his pants and she's still looking at me and smiling now. She gets up and walks out of the theater. And so does he. I kinda sat there for a bit. Did that just happen? But then I got up and went to look for them in the lobby, but they were gone. And tbh, I'm actually bummed about it. What would have happened if I walked out a little sooner? Anyway, pretty sure I'll never have a weirder (better?) night at the movies.



I read this post several times while I was on the train. And when I arrived at my apartment, I immediately played the videos of Majorie and Adam for the first time in weeks and masturbated twice before I fell asleep.



<b>Part two</b>



The next day I told Stephanie that I was feeling better but still had symptoms of a cold. I told her that I wanted to spend one more day in bed, but I'd see her tomorrow for breakfast at our favorite cafe. When the evening came, I waited nervously for Karen to contact me. I was restless, unable to focus, and I only became more so as the night went on. When 10 P.M. came and went with no message having yet arrived, I considered calling her myself. But I knew she wouldn't like that. By midnight, I was cursing myself for my stupidity. She had not contacted me when she said she would before. She was seven months late, in fact. So why did I expect anything to be different this time? At 3 A.M., I fell asleep in my clothes.



The next morning I tried to put it out of my mind. I had not seen Stephanie in two days, and I let my thoughts wander to her. As I approached the cafe, I could see her through the window, looking bright and lively as she chatted with someone in line. But as soon as I entered, I was distracted by a surprise greeting.



"Hello, Paul! Fancy running into you here." 



I could barely speak a word. There was Karen sitting alone at a table. She wore a low-cut black top, dark blue jeans, and heels. I wanted to pretend I did not know her, but I knew she'd never allow it. How did she know I'd be here? Did she know about Stephanie? Hesitantly, I approached her.



"Karen..." As I tried to form words, Stephanie approached with two coffees. My heart fell straight into my stomach as I could now see that Adam, who was still waiting in line, had been the person she'd just been chatting with.



"Who is your friend?" Stephanie asked pleasantly.



"Oh, Paul, is this the Stephanie I've heard so much about?" Karen stood and reached a hand toward Stephanie and proceeded to lie with no difficulty whatsoever. "Paul and I go way back. He was in one of my very first classes when I started teaching college, barely older than him at the time. Oh, and I think you've met my friend Adam."



Adam had just now approached us with his own coffee in hand. "I hear my name and I hope it's good, but I'm sorry, I've got to get to work. Hey, good morning, Paul. See you around. Nice meeting you, Stephanie."



Adam gave a polite wave, and Stephanie and I did the same in return. I felt a rush of relief that he would not be staying. Karen spoke. "Please, take a seat."



"So Paul tells me you're a photographer, Stephanie."



"He did not lie to you. That is true."



"What kind?"



"Well, honestly, it ends up being a lot of big brand stuff."



They went on in this way for a time. Karen asked the sort of questions one might expect. And then she surprised me. "You know, I do quite a bit of photography myself, just as a hobby, mostly a kind of portraiture. I'd love to show you some of my stuff," she said. 



"Oh, please do. Would you—"



"I have some here," Karen offered before Stephanie could finish her thought. She reached into a bag at her feet and pulled a tablet from it. She made a few swipes and set it on the table in front of Stephanie and I. Now my heart leaped from my stomach to my throat. She'd navigated to a photo album, a series of thumbnails on the screen, perhaps 15 or 20 images. All of the photos had a man as their subject, his face mostly out of frame. They were almost all quite tasteful, with obvious artistic intent. But the thumbnail in the uppermost left, the first the eye would move to, was something else entirely.



The image was black and white and showed a shirtless man in a pair of jeans that were undone. His hips were thrust forward toward the lens. Hanging over his pants and between his legs was an enormous cock. It was clear his cock was mostly hard but just shy of reaching lift, so it simply hung in the center of the frame as though on display, the object closest to the camera. Though the photo had no color, you could see the darkness of the head and the veins rippling through the shaft. It was truly obscene. It was only a thumbnail, but no one could see this and think of anything other than sheer size.



Karen tapped on a few of the photos, showing us larger images one by one. Each time she moved between photos she'd first return to the album view before selecting another, and there would be that image in the upper left corner again, a massive cock seemingly out of nowhere. She made a few comments about the images she chose to highlight, and so did Stephanie. But Karen said nothing about the elephant in the room and never tapped the thumbnail to enhance it. This lasted only a couple of minutes before Karen returned the tablet to her bag.



"Do you hire models then? Like professionals?" Stephanie asked.



"Oh no," Karen said, "just friends. These pieces are from a shoot I just did with Adam." She waved her hand in the air to signal that she was referring to the Adam who had recently occupied this very space with us.



I felt as though there were a weight on my chest.



"Oh," Stephanie responded, with a hint of surprise.



"Well, I've gotta get going. Stephanie, it was great to meet you," Karen said as she gathered her things, "And it was nice of you to take a look at my photos. Really."



"No, not at all. I mean, you're welcome. And it was nice to meet you too. I guess, maybe we'll see each other around."



Karen smiled and walked out. 



"You've never mentioned her, Paul. Are you close?"



"I mean, we're friendly. I wouldn't say we're close."



Stephanie asked a few more questions. She wanted to know if I'd dated Karen. I said no, which was true, although I neglected to mention that I'd twice had my tongue in her asshole. She wanted to know if I knew Adam and how well. She wanted to know if Karen and Adam were an item. I was sure she had other questions about Adam too, as did I. For instance, had Stephanie noticed the photo of his cock? She must have. Was she drawn to it? I was both desperate to know and horrified at the possibility. Did she like it? Did she think it was hot? Did it make a difference to her that she knew who it belonged to?

<hr pg="2" />Had she seen anything like that before? I knew that Stephanie had not received much attention from men in her life. She'd told me so herself. I gathered that she'd been with perhaps three partners before me. I found her very attractive — she is very attractive. But she is perhaps not the kind of woman who stands out in a crowd. Not the sort with trendy clothes or a stylish haircut. Her features are pleasant but a touch plain, and she is a little on the tall side. She has a body that reminds one of a college athlete — full, strong, but not quite curvaceous.



As she'd only been with just a few men, I liked to think there was a decent possibility that none of them were remarkably bigger than I am. Bigger probably, I knew. But not dramatically, I hoped. 



These thoughts were with me incessantly over the next week. I had not let it get to me in the past, but now I felt Stephanie must be acutely aware of my smallness. I felt shy about being naked in front of her. If she was not vocal during sex, if her pleasure was not obvious, I'd be crestfallen. It was a strange few days for us. And then I received another text from Karen, this one only a week late.



— come over in 30 minutes



I walked right out the door upon reading this and after a train ride I was once again standing in front of Karen's door. As was true the last time, she responded to neither the bell nor a knock. The door was again open, and there she was on the sofa chair. This time she had the lamp already on.



"I would like to see a <i>big cock</i>," she said when I reached her, stretching out the words, "That's important to me. Take off your pants and set them next to me on this table. And show me a huge dick right now."



I unzipped and pulled myself free.



"Tsk, that's so fucking disappointing. Why don't you do what I ask? Don't you like me, Tiny?"



"Yes, I like you, ma'am."



"Then why do you want to hurt my feelings with this little baby dick of yours?"



"I don't, ma'am."



"Yes, you do want to hurt me, Tiny. If you didn't, if you cared about me, you'd have a big cock for me. But you don't. You have a pitifully small cock. Now get yourself hard and cum, right now. Fast." She kicked the trash can to my feet. 



I did as I was told and just a few minutes later I was once again eating Karen's ass. After she came, she pushed my head from her and then took out her phone. She stared at the screen, occasionally tapping it.



"Tiny, did you like that little thing I sent you?"



"The Reddit post?"



"Answer the question."



"Yes, ma'am."



"Do you want more? Does it turn you on to hear about a huge cock?"



"Yes, ma'am."



"I'm going to send you an address later. I want you to be there tomorrow."



"Why, what is—"



"Don't ask questions. Just be there at 7 o'clock."



As she did last time, Karen sent me another text while I rode the train home. It was an address following by a phone number and nothing else. There was no explanation. I called the number as soon I reached home. A man answered.



"Hello?"



"Hi. Uh, do you...do you know Karen? She told me to call."



"Who is this? I don't know any Karen."



Was she simply fooling with me? "Um...have you met Adam?"



There was a pause. "How do you know about that? Are you some kind of pervert?"



"He's a friend of a friend. How do you know him?"



"Why should I tell you? I don't even know you."



"I...I don't...I just want to know."



"Yeah, well, send me 50 dollars."



Now I paused. "Ok. How about 25 now and 25 after?" 



He gave me his user name for a payment account and I sent him 25 dollars. "All right then, Jesus, I've been trying to forget about this," he began, "but if you really want to know. So this is about seven, eight months ago. Something like that. I'm finishing up my senior year at college and I'm dating a sophomore who lives in the dorms. We've been seeing each other for about a year.



"I go to her dorm one morning at like 10. We're planning to hang out for the day. I let myself in. The girl I was seeing, her name is Deidra. So her door is closed, but her roommate — her name is Ellen — well, her door is wide open. We're a little friendly, so I pop in to say hello. And she's just fucking passed out. Still in clothes, or well, I think so anyway. She's wearing a sweater, the rest is under a blanket.



"She's got her laptop in bed with her, right next to her, and I realize she was watching porn when she zonked out. The screen's frozen at the end of the video, like mostly a shot of the ceiling and some guy's cockhead at the bottom of the frame, and you can see just enough to tell someone's hand is on him. I'm not totally sure if Ellen fell asleep or she'd been drinking, but she obviously didn't put anything away. It was clear what she'd been doing. So I start laughing a bit, and I'm like, All right, let's see what she's into. I go to hit play and the first thing I notice is that she's using a media player, it's not like a streaming site. Weird, I think. And since I'm looking at the ceiling in this video, I figure this is an amateur video, like someone was just using their phone. So I realize someone sent this to her.



"Which, honestly, makes me more curious. Like, maybe this is Ellen in the video? I realize this is not exactly cool of me, but I hit play and the video starts over. And then, Jesus, this is fucking embarrassing. When the video starts over, I can see the guy has a giant dick. Like, it's really, really big. And I wasn't really laughing anymore. It freaked me out a little that Ellen would be getting off to this — because it's pretty much a video of a huge cock. That's the main feature. 



"And there's some woman jerking him off and just telling him how incredible his cock is and how much she loves how big he is. I don't recognize her voice, but she calls him Adam a couple of times. Like, she's so into his cock, and fuck, I've never heard anything like that. Is that what Ellen likes, ya know? And then I'm thinking, Has Deidre seen this? Because it wouldn't surprise me at all if Ellen shared porn and stuff with her. Ellen's kind of a firecracker. She's not shy at all. And look, God, I wouldn't say I'm small in that department, but I'm a normal guy, ya know? And this guy, just...it just, it looks so different from me. What if Deidre gets off to this too?



"But what can I do? I walk out and close Ellen's door behind me. I knock on Deidre's door and walk in. I can tell she's like half awake. Honestly, I took a look at her laptop when I walked in, but the lid was shut. I was really thinking about it. I get into bed with her and we're just cuddling and talking for a bit and then there's a knock on the outer door. Who is that, I say. She says Ellen will get it and it must be that guy she met yesterday. I'm like, What guy? And she says, I don't know, just some guy named Adam. Deidre says this Adam guy knows some lady Ellen housesits for.



"So, it's not a sure thing, but it doesn't take a detective here. I know someone sent that video to Ellen personally, and I know the guy with the monster cock is named Adam. So...? And I'm freaking out more now. How much does Deidre know about this guy really? Has she met him? I hear Ellen scuffling through the main room to the door, and I want to ask more questions, but Deidre starts kissing me and groping at me. Obviously she wants to fool around, which fine, right?



"But I can hear Ellen and Adam out in the living room. They're kind of talking, and I hear laughing. I can tell Ellen is being flirty. I'm just catching a word or two. And I wish they'd go into Ellen's room. And I shouldn't be, but I'm listening pretty closely. I'm distracted. I think I hear Ellen say, Let me see it. I hear some murmurs after that, but nothing loud enough to make out. I'm pretty sure Deidre isn't paying attention. 



"Then there's nothing for a bit and I'm starting to relax. I focus on Deidre and me. I'm on top of her now and we're fucking, and that's when it really happened. Ellen pretty much screams, clear as day. She says, Fuck, that's a huge cock! And I know Deidre heard that. I know it. She tries to ignore it, but Ellen keeps going. She's asking him if he likes how she rides him and shit, but every time she opens her mouth, she won't shut up about this guy's dick.



"I mean, there's no ignoring it. First Deidre starts laughing, but Ellen is really talking nasty. I'm not going to repeat it word for word for you, man. And Deidre, she taps me on the chest and says she needs a glass of water. I'm like, What the fuck, right now? I say, you're going to walk in on them, which honestly, I'm like panicked. And she says, No, they're in her bedroom, Ellen is just being ridiculous and loud.



"So Deidre gets out from under me and opens the door and there they are. They are not in Ellen's bedroom at all. They're on the couch, which faces Deidre's room, and Ellen is riding this guy reverse cowgirl. She's still got on that sweater and a thong pulled to the side. She's like slumped up against him and he's holding her — and I mean, he's just slamming up into her. It almost looked unreal, she was so spread open. He's covered in her cream. And Ellen seems to be delirious. She's leaning her head back right against his cheek and just kind of like mewling at him over and over again, like a mantra. All she says is, I love your big dick, I love your big dick, I love your big dick. She just says that over and over and over again.



"Deidra is just standing there, frozen. And then Ellen sees her, and she's still getting fucked hard, but she tells Deidra to come over to her, and -- you know what? Fuck. I don't want to talk about the rest of this shit. Forget it. Keep your money. It's not worth it."



He hung up the call right then, which did not surprise me. I played the videos of Marjorie and Adam one more time and brought myself off to them once again.



<b>Part 3</b>



The address Karen had sent me to appeared to be a commercial building, but there was no signage of any kind. I tried the door, and much like at Karen's home, it was open. What I saw upon entering resembled an abandoned shop. I heard footsteps above me and saw a stairway in the back.



There was another door at the second floor and when I opened it, I realized Karen had another surprise in store for me. There was Stephanie, holding a camera, and there was Karen right at her side. 



"Hello, Paul!" Karen beamed, "You're here." She wore black pants and a tight black t-shirt, her hair tied back. 



She approached me and gave me a hug, and then Stephanie and I kissed. Was Stephanie expecting me? Did she think she'd be alone with Karen? Perhaps Karen had told her this was my idea. And how had this been arranged? How did they contact each other. Now was not the time to ask. 



I took hold of my surroundings. The second floor served as a studio. It was an open room with large, uncovered windows on one side. Aside from Stephanie's and Karen's effects, there was only a tall table, a small sofa, and a rack of clothing in the room. At the back, there was a closed door, but the moment I noticed it, it opened and out walked Adam from what appeared to be a small kitchenette. He was wearing blue jeans and gray t-shirt. Fuck, I thought. I began to sweat ever so slightly.



"All right! Let's get started," Karen said.



"Get started?" I wondered aloud.



"Yeah, with the shoot. I think I can learn a lot from Stephanie. Thanks for suggesting this, Paul."



"I...don't mention it." I had a great difficulty in saying no to Karen. I could not explain it. I desired her, of course. I wanted her to want me in her life at almost any cost. But the situation was further complicated but the fact that I'd had my face buried in her ass twice in just the last week, which she could reveal to Stephanie at any moment that she felt like it. And I knew Stephanie would believe her. 



"Go ahead and take off your shirt, Adam," Karen instructed. 



"Oh, I mean, Karen, I'm not a model!" Adam said, "It's one thing if it's just you and me, but you know, this is kind of embarrassing. I didn't think it was gonna be that kind of thing."



"Adam, it's just your shirt. Don't be embarrassed. Stephanie has seen some of our photos already. Right, Stephanie? Tell him he has nothing to be embarrassed about."



Stephanie chuckled nervously. "Ah, well...no, I don't think you have anything to be embarrassed about."



"That's it? Stephanie, hype him up. Set the mood." Karen laughed and so did Stephanie.



"Ok. You're a good looking guy. I guess, well, I don't think you ever need to worry about people seeing you."



"Better," said Karen.



I stood around awkwardly. Adam hesitated for a moment and then took off his shirt. They began to take photographs, with Adam in different poses and using some props Karen had brought. Stephanie took a few of her own and made the occasional comment about Karen's shots. Eventually I took a seat on the sofa, but I remained tense.



After about twenty minutes, Karen said, "Ok, let's take a break, and how about a drink? Yeah?" 



Everyone agreed and Karen disappeared to the kitchen and shortly returned with five glasses of champagne. "Nice," Stephanie said.



"Yeah, this'll make my job a little easier," Adam said, "You couldn't have served drinks earlier, Karen?"



"No, actually, it wouldn't have been the right time." 



We drank and Karen asked Stephanie about her photography. Stephanie told her about her professional work and her own personal work. 



"Do you do a lot of work with models, like this?" Karen asked.



"I end up mostly photographing things, I guess. So not a lot, but I like it when I do."



"Any nude photography — or does that make you uncomfortable?"



"Uh, no, no, not uncomfortable. It's just the human body. But not really, just a little in college, with a girlfriend."



"Never a man? Not even Paul?" The three of them laughed, but not I.



"Nope, never," Stephanie answered.



Karen clapped her hands. "Well, we should do that then! It'll be an experience, something new!"



"Wait, wait," Adam began, "Karen, I didn't—"



"Adam! Don't be insecure! We've done this before. Can you believe he'd be embarrassed, Stephanie?"



"Honestly, not really." 



"Of course I didn't show you any of the nude work we've done, Stephanie — I mean, that would have been a little forward — but I think they're really lovely," Karen said.



"Well, I saw one," Stephanie revealed. 



I knew it was likely, but to hear Stephanie confirm that she'd seen Adam's cock made me feel ill.



"You did?" Adam seemed genuinely curious.



"Yes, well, there was one in an album Karen showed us the other day. I mean, she didn't, it was just a thumbnail...we—I'm sorry."



"There was? I didn't realize," Karen said, "I'm sorry. I wouldn't have shown that if I'd known, really. Well, ok, but then there's really nothing to it, Adam. They've both already seen you."



Karen knew of course that I'd seen plenty of Adam, and I was certain that she knew about that image. She was playing her game. Despite my fear, I felt myself becoming aroused. I could feel my groin coming alive. 



"I don't know," said Adam. He rubbed the back of his head and looked down toward the floor. Was he only pretending, I wondered.



"Stephanie, I think he needs some more hyping," teased Karen, "He must be intimidated by you. I mean, you being so beautiful and all."



Stephanie looked at Karen and blushed. I doubt she'd heard that much in her life. I had told her, but Karen was something different. She had that air of authority, and then there was her own great beauty. It was as though she were offering to extend her allure. I knew Karen had just made Stephanie feel very good.



"I...I..." Stephanie stammered.



"You don't mind, right, Paul? I know you're a confident guy," Karen now addressed me. I raised my hands as though to suggest I was not bothered. What else could I do?



Karen stared at Stephanie. "Well, I...I don't know what to say. You look good. Really, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."



"Oh, come on, you have to treat your models better than that, make them comfortable. It's not easy for them! Be more specific!" Karen urged.



"I...you...well, you have a nice body. You're fit, very well proportioned."



"That's it? Come on, Stephanie! I'm sure you've received compliments all of your life about your good looks. You know how to do it!" Karen continued to pressure.



Stephanie blushed. She was completely red in the face, from the drink, from the way Karen was complimenting her, and from being put on the spot like this, I assumed. "Well, I like your shoulders, uh, Adam, your hips."



"Keep going," Karen said.



"Nice biceps, nice jaw—"



"Come on, Stephanie, make him feel really good about himself, don't hold back," Karen just kept pushing her, "Don't think, just rattle it off!"



"—Your cock is incredible."



And there it was. I was in a panic inside, but I felt my cock begin to stiffen.



"Oh my God, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. That wasn't—"



Karen didn't listen. "Well, <i>now</i> you must be feeling better about this, Adam. Take off your pants and let's take some more shots."



Adam unbutton, unzipped, and lowered his jeans. He lifted each leg to slip off the pant leg, and as he did his cock danced between his legs. His flaccid penis was very obviously longer and thicker than my full erection and by a substantial margin. I felt a stab of shame.



"Jesus," Stephanie said, her face only getting redder.



Karen lifted her camera to start shooting, but Adam held his hands in front of his cock and balls. There seemed to be more and more of it. He was getting hard.



"Adam! I thought we were through this!" Karen shouted.



"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm getting—"



Karen stepped over his words. "Stephanie, tell him, it's incredible, right?"



"Uh, yeah, yeah."



Karen frantically waved her hand in a circular motion, urging Stephanie to go on, while she focused on framing her shot. Stephanie looked back at me and Karen only waved faster. "Come on, beautiful, tell him!"



You could see the jolt running through Stephanie whenever Karen complimented her. She turned toward Adam, who was unable to completely cover himself any longer, as he was getting harder and harder. "I...well, you...your cock is really gorgeous, Adam."



Karen waved her hand again as she clicked away with the other. "What makes it gorgeous?"



"It's...you're really, really well hung."



Adam was fully hard now and gave up trying to hide it. He put his hands at his side. His cock stood straight out in front of him, like another limb.



"Fucking christ, your cock is BIG. Oh my God," Stephanie said.



"That's it," said Karen.



"It's so fucking long and thick. That is truly a big fucking fat DICK."



"Unbelievable, right?" Karen said as she continued to shoot photos. 



"Yes, and the head! Look at that head. It's the perfect shape and it has a big wide ridge. I can't help but think of how that would feel. And I love those thick veins. It's just that girth and the veins, it looks so powerful, something you want to hold tight, something you can really <i>feel</i>."



I'd never heard Stephanie speak like this. Even though I knew she was complimenting another man, it turned me on immensely to hear her obvious lust for a cock.



Karen put her camera down. "Hey, I know, let's really have some fun. Why don't you take five, Adam, and we'll take some photos of Paul. You don't mind doing some nude modeling, do you, Paul?"



I started to speak. "I—"



But Stephanie cut me off. "No. No, I don't think that's a good idea."



Adam went into the kitchen in the back, his dick lurching and swaying in front of him as he walked. Stephanie stared at his cock as it moved.



"Oh, does it make you uncomfortable, Stephanie," Karen asked, "I thought you said it was just the human body and all. Maybe you're just not comfortable with Paul's body?"

<hr pg="3" />And then there was a knock on the door of the studio. Karen walked to the table and picked up the fifth glass of champagne.



"Who is that?" Stephanie asked.



Karen turned and took a stride toward the door with the glass in hand. "Come in."



And there was my friend Lisa, who'd first introduced Stephanie and I after taking Stephanie's photography course. Karen handed her the glass. 



Oh, hello...wow, and thank you!" Lisa took a sip. "Are you...you must be Karen." 



Lisa looked at Stephanie and I, smiling and waving. Karen said hello and shook hands with her.



"Lisa...how did you...I didn't know you were coming," Stephanie said.



"Paul invited me! Which was really nice of him. I haven't seen you two in a while. He said you were just going to be hanging out and shooting photos with Karen here. Sounded like fun, looks like fun! Woof, this really has a kick!" She gave the glass a little swirl in her hand.



I had done no such thing, of course. How had Karen gotten in touch with Stephanie in the first place? How had she gotten in touch with Lisa and impersonated me? My phone, of course, but when? And then it dawned on me. I'd set my pants next to her the last time I'd visited her. My phone was in the pocket. Had she been holding mine instead of her own when my face was between her legs? All she'd have had to do was point it at my face.



"Well, Lisa, you're right, things were just getting very fun. Paul was just about to do some nude modeling for us!" Karen said, as Lisa gulped.



"No, he's not," Stephanie contradicted her.



Karen frowned with exaggeration. "But Stephanie doesn't want him to. Why, I don't know. It's just art. What's the big deal? Paul's willing."



"I haven't—" And I was cut off again.



"I think that's very brave of you, Paul, and cool. Do you know, I was almost the model once in a drawing session, because the actual model couldn't make it. But then they found another model at the last minute," said Lisa. "Hey, I brought my camera! This'll be fun. We don't get together and do stuff like this enough. I mean, not the nudity part, but, you know, the other stuff."



Lisa was visibly excited. Her cheeks were red and plump. She wore jeans and a low-cut t-shirt. She had a full figure, big hips and large breasts. 



"Stephanie, come on, loosen up. Paul's a good looking man. Share and share alike. What are you worried about?"



"I'm not...I'm not worried."



"Are you sure?"



Stephanie said nothing. Karen turned to me, "Go ahead, Paul. Remember last week. When you were at my place you said you thought it might be fun to model."



I picked up the hint. I'd said nothing about modeling when I was at Karen's home, but Karen knew we'd done things I did not want to discuss, certainly not here and now.



"When did you go to her place?" Stephanie asked.



"We—" I started to explain.



"Go ahead, Paul, take off your clothes," Karen said.



It seemed as though I could either answer Stephanie's question or follow along with Karen and change the conversation. I walked to the back of the room, where they'd been shooting, and began to strip. I removed my shoes and socks, my shirt, my pants, and then my briefs. I was rock hard, just as I'd been that first night at Karen's. I really couldn't explain it.



"Oh my God, look at your boyfriend's little dick," screamed Lisa, and then popped a hand to her mouth, shocked at what she'd said.



"I...I'm sorry," she turned to Stephanie, "but it's just, it's just he has such a tiny cock."



I didn't think it was possible, but Stephanie went even redder in the face. She said nothing. Lisa removed a camera from her bag and aimed the lens toward my crotch.



"Yes, your little boyfriend here has a VERY SMALL penis," added Karen.



"Don't—" Stephanie started.



"This must be very embarrassing for you, Stephanie. Now I know why you didn't want Paul to model. Obviously you didn't want us to know your boyfriend isn't well hung, like he should be, like he's supposed to be. His penis is nowhere even close to what it should be. I wouldn't have thought you were this kind of woman — with a tiny-dicked man like this."



"Me neither," said Lisa, as she snapped several photographs.



"How sad for you, Stephanie," Karen continued, "Is this skinny little hard-on the best you can do? What's the matter? Can't you attract a hung man? Maybe I was wrong about you? Maybe you're not beautiful. Maybe you're just not attractive enough to get a real big thick dick. What do you think, Lisa?"



"I don't know. It's confusing. Why does your boyfriend have such a little penis? Can you explain it?"



Stephanie stuttered, "He...he...it's not sm—"



"Stephanie, now, now. There's no need for lies. We can all see your boyfriend's puny penis. Tell the truth. Doesn't your boyfriend have a very small cock?" Karen said.



"He...yes. Yes, he does." 



"I think you should address me with more respect than that. After all, I am your better, because I'm not with a small-dicked man like Paul here. So, tell me again. What size is your boyfriend's penis, Stephanie?"



"He has a small penis, ma'am."



"I thought you and I might become close friends, Stephanie. I thought we were similar. But now I don't know. Do you feel bad about letting me down, Stephanie?"



"Yes, ma'am."



"Well, I'm waiting for your apology."



"I'm sorry that my boyfriend has a small penis. I'm sorry you've seen it. You don't deserve that in your life."



"That's true. Your boyfriend has such a little pinky dick. I mean, what does that say about you, Stephanie? Look at how thin and short your boyfriend's hard-on is. Is that how much you're worth? Just a few skinny inches? I'm worth A LOT more than that. Aren't you worth more than that, Lisa?"



"I better be," Lisa answered. 



"Let me see you, Stephanie. Turn around. What could be wrong with you that you'd brand yourself with a tiny needle dick like this?"



I'd expected Karen to humiliate me, but this was something else. She was humiliating Stephanie simply for being with a man like me, which only served to double my own humiliation. Stephanie looked as though she were in shock. She was visibly shaken. But still she did a little twirl for Karen.



"Hmm. Well, it's not perfect, but I don't see anything that would deserve a baby penis like this. Let's see your body, Lisa. Maybe the answer will become clear by comparison."



Lisa took her turn.



"Oh yes, I can see. Look at your fat, round ass. You deserve big cock. There's no doubt about it. Show off your ass for us, Lisa, take your pants down."



"I can't believe I'm doing this," said Lisa, but she pulled her jeans down to her thighs.



"Yes, that's a thick ass, isn't it, Stephanie?"



"Yes, ma'am, it is."



"Bend over, Lisa. Grab your ass and shake it, spread yourself too, let's see your pussy and asshole."



Lisa did as she was told.



"Yes, that's a big, thick ass and a plump pussy and little asshole too," Karen appraised, "Stand next to Paul, Lisa. Put your fat ass next to his skinny cock."



Again, Lisa did as she was told. 



"Well, it's obvious then, isn't it? That's a body made for big-cocked men — not little needle-dicked men like your boyfriend, Stephanie. Doesn't his penis look absolutely minuscule next to that big fat ass, Stephanie?"



"Yes, it does, ma'am."



"That's right. What would a tiny little penis like that do with an ass so full? Nothing. Now Stephanie, go stand next to your small-cocked boyfriend. Let's get a portrait, so we can all remember what kind of woman you are."



Stephanie walked over to me, and Lisa scooted out of the shot, her big ass shifting as she walked. Stephanie did not look me in the eye. Karen lifted her camera.



"Stand close. Turn to the side, Paul. Show us how much you don't have, how short your penis is. Stick your little dick out in front of Stephanie's waist."



I did as she asked, of course.



"That's it. A nice little portrait of you, Stephanie, and the tiny little hard-on that belongs to you. You should frame this and keep it in your home, so everyone can see plainly that you're attached to a tiny pin dick. It's better that way, if we all know the proper pecking order in life. Your value as a woman is equal to the number of inches poor Paul sports, which obviously is not many. You'd feel ashamed if your friends saw your boyfriend's small penis, wouldn't you, Stephanie, if everyone who walked into your home knew?"



"I...yes, ma'am, I don't want them to know." 



"Why not?"



"I don't know, ma'am."



"Yes, you do."



"It's...embarrassing. It's not...it just isn't sexy. I want to feel admired, but his penis...it's pathetic. I know no one would ever want what I have, ma'am."



After this whirlwind of humiliation, I'd nearly forgotten about Adam, but at this moment he returned from the back room, still as hard as he'd been before, as hard as I was. Lisa had left her jeans at her thighs and taken a seat on the sofa. Her legs were up and she was lazily and softly running a finger over her clit. When she saw Adam, she shot forward in the chair, as though she'd been electrified.



"Holy fucking shit! Who is that? Look at that COCK!" She screamed.



"Lisa, this is Adam," Karen said.



Adam walked toward Lisa with his hand outstretched, his cock swinging in advance of him. Lisa took his hand. "Hi, Adam. I love your dick. God, look how big it is. Can I touch you?"



Adam looked toward Karen. "Go ahead, Lisa," answered Karen.



Lisa stood in front of Adam and held his cock with both hands. She held her hands outstretched, her fingers only just beginning to curl around his shaft, and she caressed his cock up and down.



"Damn, that's good. Wow. Just wow. What a beautiful dick. I've seen some good dicks, but I've never seen anything like this. Did you know about this, Stephanie?"



"Yes, I did." She still stood next to me, with my erect penis up against her waist.



"Isn't his cock amazing?"



"Yes, it is."



"Wow, I mean, fuck, this is a pretty penis. I think I could get off just watching this in action. This must look amazing getting sucked and fucked."



Now she wrapped her fingers around him as best she could and stroked. Karen took the occasional photograph. Lisa looked at Stephanie.



"Smaller dicks aren't really fun to watch, you know?" Lisa continued. "That's definitely one of the problems. Have you ever seen a small dick get sucked? Like, has Paul filmed you sucking him? It's like a video of nothing but your head moving around. The dick is pretty much gone. I really like a cock that fights back, you know? I want to wrestle with it."



"Can I fuck him?" Lisa addressed this question directly to Karen now.



"Are you sure you wouldn't rather fuck Stephanie's boyfriend?" Karen replied.



"Oh god no. That's not funny, Karen. Please, can I fuck this huge fat fucking dick?"



"Yes, you may, but let Stephanie and Paul warm you up first."



"What? Me...I—" Stephanie tried to form an objection.



"Lisa, get on your knees on the sofa. Spread your knees wide and bring your ass low and hang it over the edge of the seat. Stephanie, sit on the floor and put your head between her legs. Eat her pussy. Paul, put your knees on the floor and kneel right over Stephanie, poke her chest with your little dick if you have to. I want you to eat Lisa's ass. Now."



Stephanie hesitated for a moment, but I simply did as I was told. Perhaps my lack of resistance was the final blow against her own. We took our places and put our tongues to work. Lisa moaned while Karen stroked Adam's cock.



"You're soaked, aren't you, Lisa? You can't wait for this big cock, can you?" Karen teased.



"Fuck. I'm so turned on! I want his dick so bad!" 



"Don't you feel lucky that you get to have thick cock like this, that you're not like Stephanie, who gets only little penises?"



"Oh my god, yes. I want to really FUCK. I'm so glad I can do better than her."



"Adam, I want you to fuck Lisa with this big, meaty shaft of yours. Lisa, ride him cowgirl. Stephanie and Tiny, sit on the floor right here. I want you to have a perfect view of his big cock spreading her open. Stephanie, I want you to watch very closely what a long, fat cock can do, and as you stare at that big dick, I want you to stroke your boyfriend's little shrimp penis until he cums," Karen instructed.



We all did as we were told. Lisa dropped her big ass down on Adam's cock. Her ass was so fat, but then so compact between her legs, the tight holes in close quarters to each other. I loved the contrast. 



Lisa reached behind her and took hold of Adam's cock, her fingers looking so delicate in comparison to its bulk. Stephanie began to stroke me but stared straight at Adam's cock. Lisa placed the head at her entrance and began to ease down, slowly at first. A slight ridge appeared to run down the center of Adam's undershaft as Lisa put pressure on him. His cock almost appeared to have three distinct chambers then, each one giving my entire dick a run for its money, and of course easily besting me by far in length. 



"Look at that pussy just sinking down on inch after inch after inch of cock. Look at that <i>wide dick</i> stretching her. You see what you're missing, don't you, Stephanie?" Karen asked. 



"Yes, I do, ma'am."



"Don't you feel ashamed to see a real cock like this — a HUGE dick — while you only have this thin, little finger of a penis for yourself? Your boyfriend has <i>such</i> a fucking small cock."



"I'm ashamed of his small cock, ma'am. I'm ashamed that you both know this is what I have."



Lisa had been working her way down slowly, and now she'd reached the thickest part of Adam's dick. Each time she rose up, his cock glistened down to her farthest point of progress, a ring of white cream appearing there. "Oh my god, that's amazing," Lisa gasped. 



Lisa hovered above Adam. She brought her face close to his, holding his face in her hands and looking straight down into his eyes. "You fat cock is incredible. I've never had anything like this. I'm going to dream about this huge, thick fucking dick for the rest of my life. I love your big cock. I love it so much."



"You're going to dream about that huge dick too, aren't you, Stephanie?" Karen asked.



"Yes, I will, ma'am."



"You're probably going to get yourself off thinking about this big cock as soon as you have a chance, aren't you?"



"Yes, I think I will, ma'am."



At this point I came. I could not help doing so. Stephanie pulled her hand away.



"No, keep stroking him, Stephanie. Just use his cum as lube. There's more cum than cock there, so it should be plenty. Keep him hard. His little penis exists only so we can better appreciate Adam's size. This is the kind of woman you are — the kind of woman who deserves a tiny dick. So keep it hard so we can fully enjoy a real cock. Do what you were meant to do. Don't stop," Karen demanded.



I convulsed at the intense sensation as she continued to stroke me, but they ignored my obvious discomfort. Lisa had continued to moan words of praise to Adam, but now she turned her head to face us.



"Stephanie, it feels sooo good!" Does his big cock look as amazing as it feels?"



"Yes, his giant dick looks incredible fucking your pussy. Not even your big beautiful ass can really cover it."



These words obviously sent Lisa to another level of arousal. She began to fuck down on him hard, her big ass slamming down with thunderous claps. With each clap her cheeks spread, bringing her asshole into full view — just for a moment, but over and over again. She seemed to speak only to herself now, in words that sounded more like grunts.



"Dick is so fucking big. So fucking long and wide. Just using this huge cock to make my pussy feel good. Just using this big cock to make my pussy cum."



Her lips dragged along his cock as she stroked it with her pussy. His cock seemed almost to pull her pussy along with it. More and more cream streaked along the length of his dick. Lisa screamed. "Fucking cumming on your huge fat dick!"



Lisa collapsed her weight onto Adam, his cock still deep inside of her. Karen stepped toward them. Lisa's ass jiggled as Karen gave it a few taps, signaling for Lisa to pull herself from Adam. As she lifted herself, Adam's cock appeared again inch by inch. Thick streaks of Lisa's cream were everywhere. As the head slipped out, a string of wetness stretched from Lisa's pussy to Adam's cock until the line broke, and it fell to Adam's cockhead.



"Adam, I want your big dick to cum now," Karen instructed. She dropped to her knees and ran her tongue in broad strokes over the length of his cock, licking Lisa's cream from him. She stretched her mouth over the width of his head, like a snake to its prey, and took his dick into her mouth in long, slow strokes. She did not attempt to take it all. Just long, steady strokes, only about six inches down and then back up, I'd estimate. After a minute, Adam announced that he was cumming.



His cock convulsed, but Karen did nothing to prepare herself. It seemed not to phase her at all. She continued the long strokes of her mouth, pulling the cum from his cock. The only difference was that a murmur of pleasure could be heard from her throat. 



When his cock had been thoroughly drained of his cum, Karen turned to face Stephanie, who was still stroking me. Karen kneeled a foot from where Stephanie sat. Karen raised a hand and curled a finger, signaling for Stephanie to lean into her. Karen wanted a kiss. 



She opened her mouth, showing us a pool of cum, her tongue completely covered. It seemed to give her no trouble with speaking, though.



"You want this, don't you?" 



"Yes, I do, ma'am," Stephanie answered, leaning in. At this, I came again, but no one seemed to notice. Stephanie continued to stroke me, but she was fixated on Karen.



Karen brought her lips close to Stephanie's, but just before they touched, Karen raised her hand to Stephanie's chest and held her back. Karen swallowed.



"You don't get big cock cum. You know that, right? It's not for you. You can have that," Karen said, disdainfully, looking down at my cock and my cum on Stephanie's hand. "Do you want that little dick cum?"



"No, ma'am."



"You'd do anything for this big fat dick over here, wouldn't you? Admit it. Drink the cum, suck him, fuck. You want it, don't you?" 



"Yes, I want it so bad, ma'am."



"Do you deserve it?"



"I...I...no, I don't. But I can try. I'll do anything, ma'am."



"Good, then I want you to return here tomorrow night at 10 o'clock. Both of you. But for now, you can go. I think you've seen enough for today."



Stephanie and I stood, slowly. There was no point in arguing with Karen. There was nothing to say. I retrieved my clothes and dressed. When I looked up, Stephanie was gone. As I walked out, neither Karen nor Lisa paid me the slightest notice. Karen sat on the arm of the sofa, and Lisa kneeled before Adam. She was vigorously lapping at his balls and very gently stroking his cock back to hardness. Karen looked on approvingly.



I did not see Stephanie downstairs or outside. She'd gone without me. I texted her several times later that night. I hardly knew what to say. I asked if she were ok. I asked if we were ok. There was a "read" receipt in the message log. I knew she'd seen them. But she did not answer. I tried calling, but again, she did not answer.



The next morning I continued to text her, but no response came. Finally, after a few hours, I heard the sound of a notification. It was a single message from her, only one sentence.



— Why don't you have a cock like that?



<b>Part four</b>



Later that day I received a mysterious delivery by messenger. I accepted the package and, moments later, opened the box. It was a clown mask — a rubber Halloween mask, the sort that was placed over one's entire head. And there was a note. It read only: "Wear this tonight, Tiny."



When I arrived at the studio that night, I paused before entering. I saw no one loitering outside. I looked up and saw the windows of the second floor were now curtained. I slipped on the clown mask and entered. There was no one on the first floor.

<hr pg="4" />When I entered the second floor studio, however, I saw a bevy of activity. There were perhaps 50 or more people in the room. It was dark, with only mood lighting. There were now several sofas throughout the room and long tables at each side, upon which were sitting dozens of glasses of champagne. There was also an entirely new compartment toward the back of the room. It had not been there yesterday. It appeared to be a new room altogether.



It was obviously a costume ball. The people gathered in the room wore evening wear and many of them wore masks. These masks were not like mine, however. They merely covered the eyes. Jazz played over some sort of speaker system, though I couldn't see any speakers. There were several immense monitors mounted to the walls, though the screens were dark.



I walked to a table and reached for a glass, but I felt a tight squeeze at my elbow before I could gather one.



"Who told you to take a drink, Tiny?" Karen said. "Come with me. You may have a drink in the back."



We walked toward the kitchenette. I took a closer look at this strange new compartment as we passed it. It consisted of three smaller walls extending from the back wall of the room, with a roof over it. There was a small door on one side of it and a long curtain in the center. 



We entered the kitchen and Karen closed the door behind us. There were plates of hors d'oeuvres on a counter. Karen handed me a glass of champagne that had also been sitting on the counter.



"Here, loosen up. It's a party."



She was right. I could use it. I drank. 



"Take off all of your clothes — and I mean all of them — and put this on. Leave the mask on. When you're ready, you are to serve these refreshments." 



"I'm the waiter?"



"Will that question help you to do what I've told you?"



"No, I suppose not, ma'am."



She exited. Where was Stephanie, I wondered. Should I have asked? I gulped the rest of my champagne and looked at what she'd handed me. It appeared to be a full-body leotard. Jesus, I thought. But it was worse than that. I noticed a gap in the fabric. There was a perfectly cut hole right over the precise spot where my cock and balls would be. She wanted me to serve all of these people with my penis exposed. 



I couldn't believe it, but I could feel that I was becoming hard. Did the idea turn me on? This was the third time I'd become uncontrollably and persistently erect when I was with Karen. I'd never had problems getting hard in my life, but I'd never experienced anything like these three times with Karen. Was it her? Did she turn me on that much? Could that be?



I took off my clothes and slipped into the one piece she'd given me. There I stood, in a clown mask and a skintight cat suit that covered every inch of my skin from my toes to my neck, except for my cock and balls. My penis stood straight out in front of me, the little that it did. 



I pulled the door open slightly to scan the crowd again. It was a party indeed. There were both men and women here, but quite a few more women. From what I could tell, they ranged in age from the twenties to the forties. They all seemed to be having a good time. I saw Karen now laughing with a group toward the entrance. She wore a black evening gown and held a little black mask to her eyes. Her hair was up. She looked incredible. 



On the other side of the room, I noticed Lisa. She did not wear a mask. And then I saw two women who looked very much like Amanda and Marjorie over by the drinks. They wore small masks, but I was almost certain it was them. Who else did I know here? I began to search for more familiar faces, but from around the corner of that new compartment, which slightly blocked my view directly across from me, I saw another clown mask come into view.



But my gaze was immediately diverted from the mask, as I instantly noticed that this mask was worn by an entirely nude woman. She wore not a single strip of clothing. She was completely naked, even barefoot — except for the mask. I knew immediately that it was Stephanie. There was no doubt.



Stephanie had breasts that I would describe as a mouthful, but it was her nipples that were truly impossible to mistake. She had the longest, thickest nipples that I'd ever seen — in person, in porn, or anywhere on the internet. They were magnificent. I'd put them at possibly over an inch in length and similar to a quarter in circumference. They were irresistible. And those were certainly her nipples walking through the crowd. 



She appeared to be offering fresh glasses of champagne and collecting empty ones. As she walked, various members of the crowd teased and flicked her nipples with abandon. They must have been told that they would have free access to the servers, which did not bode well for me. I could see there was something else aside from glasses on the tray Stephanie was carrying. Something yellow. They were rolled up measuring tapes. She was offering measure tapes as she went through the crowd. 



"What the fuck are you waiting for, Tiny Dick?" Karen had somehow managed to escape my notice as she approached the door. She opened it and leaned her head in. "Get your little penis out here with a tray, and keep them coming." 



Then she was gone again. I picked up a tray, took a breath, and went into the main room. I approached the group nearest me. Three woman and one man. They all looked at my erection. Two of them took a snack from my tray.



"What a little nothing penis," one of the women said. Her face was entirely covered by a plastic mask, frozen in a smile.



Another took a bite and added, "You have a small penis. You know that, right? It's fucking small."



I nodded and walked to the next group. Two women and two men. I offered from the tray. One of these women was not masked. The other appeared to have painted a black mask around her eyes. The men wore cloth masks over their eyes.



"Oh my god, you won't be getting a tip tonight, you little-dicked loser," one of them began. "This is terrible service, bringing a skinny fucking worthless dick like that around. I don't care what food you have. Your penis is just awful."



The other woman reached to the groin of the man next to her, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his flaccid penis. She held it aloft. "Look at this! This soft cock is as long and actually thicker than his hard-on. And that's obviously as hard as he gets." 



Now the other man in the group followed suit and took out his penis. He soft cock was just slightly shorter than my full erection but still thicker. 



"Oh my god. Get closer, you pin dick," the woman said. 



I stood closer to the men, our cocks only a few inches from each other. They held their soft cocks in the air.



The first woman in this group spoke again. "It's basically like you're always soft. When you get hard, it's just like a regular man's soft cock. That's not a real hard-on. That's not what we want from a cock, is it?"



"No, it fucking isn't," The second woman answered, as she began to stroke the man she'd unzipped. He was quickly eclipsing me further and further. "It's not even a real cock, is it, hmmm? Tell me. Is it?"



"No, it isn't," I answered and moved on.



There was a woman standing alone by one of the tables of drinks. She wore a mask that resembled cat eyes. I could not place her, but she looked familiar to me. I offered her the tray. She pushed it to the side and revealed a measuring tape from her hand and proceeded to measure my length.



"Barely over four inches. Barely. And that's obviously at your absolute biggest."



She measured the girth.



"Four inches max. Jesus, that's such a thin needle dick."



She laughed, and again she felt familiar to me. She stopped laughing and stood there quietly, staring at my penis. 



After a moment, she said, "Well, go on. Do it."



"I...I'm sorry. What do you mean?"



"Get fucking bigger. Do it now. I want to see a bigger cock right now. I like huge fat cocks. That' s what I <i>like</i>, and that's what I expect you to have. So you better get bigger for me right now."



I stood there, and she waited. And then she brought the measuring tape to me again.



"Still a fucking skinny four inches! What did I tell you, huh? Have a big cock! Do you not listen?"



She swatted my penis with her hand and walked away. My peripheral vision was somewhat diminished by the mask, but Stephanie had gotten close enough that I could see that her rounds had brought her to nearly the same spot as I. She'd probably seen this entire scene. Now she may well know the measurements of my erection. In the past, I'd hoped that she assumed it was a little bigger than it was really was, that her sense of it wasn't accurate, but now she may have learned exactly how small I am. 



I could see several measuring tapes on her tray. My girlfriend was distributing the very instrument that was being used to humiliate me. I looked at Stephanie's eyes through the mask, trying to sense her thoughts. But just then a man and a woman approached and began to suck on Stephanie's nipples together. They faced each other on either side of Stephanie's chest and nibbled and sucked and licked at her nipples, watching each other as they did so. No one touched her below the waist. I wondered if they'd been told not to do that.



I could see Stephanie had her head thrown back in pleasure. Then they released Stephanie's nipples and pushed her to her knees. The woman put her hand around my neck and pulled me closer. They brought us close enough so that Stephanie's nipples brushed against my cock.



The woman leaned down. "His dick is really not much thicker than your nipple, and he's hard. Jesus. Don't you feel sorry for whoever fucks and sucks this little penis?"



The woman pulled Stephanie to a standing position again and sharply pinched both of her nipples. Stephanie let out a yelp, and the woman slapped each of her tits repeatedly until they were red. And then the two of them walked away. 



I wanted to speak to Stephanie, but before I could say anything, someone grabbed me forcefully by my penis and pulled me in the direction of another group. There were three women all with measuring tapes in hand.



The night went on like this. After about an hour, I went to the kitchen for another refill. They'd depleted five trays already. When I entered the main room again, Stephanie was nowhere in sight. Had she left? I started toward the exit to look for her, forgetting about the fact that my hard cock was out, when a voice came over the speaker system. It was Karen.



"Are you ready for something different?" Her voice boomed and the crowd cheered.



I turned around. Toward the back, the curtain at the front of that mysterious small room began to rise. A woman's body came into view — or part of it. There were three holes in the wall of the room. They were positioned in the shape of an upside down triangle, one large opening and two smaller ones set wider above it. A small shelf extended through the wide hole and a woman's waist sat upon it. Her legs were pulled back, and only part of the backs of her thighs could be seen, as each leg travelled into and through one of the two other holes above.



Nothing could really be seen of her, then, expect for her ass, her pussy, and her asshole. With her legs held back by the wall, she was spread wide for all to see. The monitors in the room flickered to life. Each one showed an extreme close-up of her holes. There must have been cameras at several places in the room, as there were multiple views — one from above, below, and straight on. Most of them showed a direct view at the moment. 



The screens were massive, perhaps 70-inch sets, and the video feed was incredibly high resolution. You could see every goose bump, every wrinkle of her labia, the slightest build-up of moisture. One of the monitors showed nothing but her asshole, dark and twisted.



I knew this was Stephanie. There she was, nothing but her holes. 



"Play with her," Karen's voice came over the speaker.



A woman approached and licked her finger. She lightly ran a circle around Stephanie asshole. Just a tease. You could see Stephanie instinctively try to clench on the monitors. You could see every movement. But there was nowhere to go and no hiding. 



The woman then ran her finger through Stephanie's lips and slid it inside of her pussy. A second woman approached and pressed her thumb to Stephanie's asshole, just applying gentle pressure. After a few moments, she removed her thumb and dipped her pointer finger into Stephanie's pussy. The two women slid their fingers in and out of Stephanie and then each added a middle finger. They each took their two fingers and pulled in opposite directions, opening Stephanie wide.



We could all see directly inside of her pink pussy on the monitors. It was graphic.



Karen's voice returned. "Do you know who is touching your cunt?"



So she was in that room with Stephanie. That much was clear. She let Stephanie speak. "N—no, no, I don't know."



"Strangers are stretching your pussy right now, aren't they?"



"Yes."



"Do you know all of those monitors outside? They're all showing close-ups of your holes. Everyone out there is looking inside of your pussy right now. Everyone here tonight has an up close and personal view of your most secret places. Right now, as we speak, dozens of people are staring at your asshole."



"Oh my fucking God. Oh, fuck."



"Let's someone else have a turn," Karen said to her guests.



The two women stepped back into the crowd and a man stepped forward. He grabbed one of Stephanie's ass cheeks and stretched it even further. He drove a finger straight into her asshole. The audio returned. Karen must have been holding a microphone to Stephanie's mouth, as we heard loud squeals. 



This man began to fuck her ass with his finger. Another woman came forward and spit on Stephanie's clit. She dragged three of her fingers lightly across Stephanie's clit. Stephanie screamed. You could see a bit of white cream just beginning to edge from her hole. It was gratuitous on the monitors. 



More strangers took their turns, spreading, caressing, fingering her most sensitive bits. Some gathered around the little room to watch. Most of us watched on the monitors. We'd been listening to nothing but Stephanie's gasps and screams for a time now, but finally Karen spoke.



"Why have I done this to you?"



"Because...because I need to prove myself to you."



"Why?"



"I...because my boyfriend has a small cock."



Some in the crowd made the connection and turned to look at me. 



"How small?"



"So small. It's so fucking short and so skinny."



"Tell us his size. You know, don't you?"



"He—" She gasped as a woman slipped three fingers into her. "His little hard-on is just barely over four inches long and 4 inches in girth."



"Why does your boyfriend have such a terrible tiny penis?"



Stephanie continued to moan and gasp through her words. "I don't know. It's a mistake! I'm so sorry!"



"Your boyfriend is here tonight, isn't he? Tell everyone."



"He's...he's...the tiny-dicked waiter."



Now almost everyone in the room looked at me and my cock. Seeing my failure in a new light, a few women near me slapped my cock hard.



"But you want a big cock, don't you?" Karen continued.



"Yes!" Stephanie screamed. 



"That's what you need to prove, isn't it? That you deserve a hung man? That you deserve big cock?"



"Yes, ma'am!"



"What do you think, everyone? Has she proven that she deserves better than a pathetic little tiny dick?"



The crowed roared. A man in a complete face mask stepped forward. He pushed aside everyone who'd gathered around Stephanie. He unzipped his dress slacks and pulled from the hole both his cock and balls. His equipment, every detail, could be seen in perfect clarity on the monitors. The crowd gasped. His cock was massive. Adam. I knew it was Adam.



"What if I told you there was a huge cock just millimeters from your cunt right now?"



"Oh fuck, oh fuck." That was all she could say.



"Tease her," Karen instructed.



Adam pushed the head of his cock between Stephanie's lips and slid it up and down. 



"FUCK!" Stephanie screamed.



"I'm going to turn on the monitor in here so you can see what everyone else is seeing."



"OH MY GOD!"



"That's your pussy, which everyone has been looking so closely at this whole time. And that, as you know, is a huge fucking massive dick."



Stephanie's sounds were unintelligible.



"Do you want it?" Karen asked.



"Yes! I want that big cock so bad!" 



"Maybe you're not a woman who deserves little dicks. Maybe. You've been doing well. But if you want this fat cock, you have to do one more thing."



"Anything! Anything!"



"Promise me that you'll never fuck that tiny little penis again."



"Of course! Never! Only big dicks!"



And with that Adam pushed into her. Her pussy was splayed wide on the monitors, wrapped around Adam's girth. He did not go easy on her. He started fucking her hard. One of the monitor's showed the view from beneath, his cock pushing into her and her ass spread.



A woman next to me addressed me. "Wow, look at that cock. That's incredible. Your girlfriend really seems to love huge dick, huh? I mean, me too." 



I didn't respond.



"It looks amazing going in and out, don't you think? It's so hot when pussy really gets stretched out by a thick dick."



Still I said nothing.



"I hope he keeps it out the rest of the night. That cock should be seen, you know? Just out of curiosity, do you know how big he is?"



"I'm sorry, I don't exactly."



"Well, it's sure a hell of a lot bigger than your little dick, right?" She laughed loudly. 



This woman then walked to a sofa, took a seat, and pulled up her dress. She began to play with her pussy while she watched one of the monitors. A number of people had done the same by now. Two couples were fucking. Some people were stroking each other, and others were simply masturbating. The room was filled with Stephanie's sounds.



"Keep your eyes on the monitor. Watch your pussy get fucked, just like everyone else is," Karen instructed.



"Oh God, it feels so good! Fuck, I needed this! I needed a big fat cock. I feel everything! Fuck me with your huge dick! Go deep, slap your big fucking ball sack on my asshole!"



Adam drove into her balls deep. You could hear the air fly out of Stephanie's lungs. She screamed out that she was cumming. Adam held his barrel of a cock steady and let her pussy clench on him as she orgasmed. He then pulled out of her entirely and began to slap his cock against her pussy.



"Shit, fuck! Yes! Beat my pussy with your heavy dick! Smack that cunt with your fat cock."



He drove into her again.



"Oh shit! Yes! Yes! Yes! Stretch my pussy. Stretch it! Cock is so wide. Feels so good. Fuck, fuck! God, shit. Feel you up in my guts!"



Adam had his hands at her hips, but he now took one hand and reached underneath her ass cheek. He pushed the tip of his middle finger into her asshole.



She grunted. "Shit, you fucking hung motherfucker. I'm cumming! I'm cumming again!"



Again Adam pushed his cock all the way inside of her and held it there while Stephanie orgasmed. He then gently started to fuck into her again, slowly, before ramping up his speed.



"Your big cock is perfect. I love it! I love your huge dick. I love everyone of those inches inside of me! I'm so full."



She didn't stop.



"Fuck me hard! I'm just a hole for your fat cock. Use me! Use my hole! Destroy my pussy with your giant cock! Ruin me! Ruin my pussy! I only want big cocks! Only huge cock!"



Adam pummeled her pussy.



"Fuck, fuck fuck! I'm going to—I think I'm going to—"



Adam pulled out and again hammered her clit with the weight of his cock. Stephanie screamed and clear liquid gushed forcefully from her pussy. Her hole spasmed on the cameras, and the little we could see of her thighs shook, rattling against the slots into which they disappeared. There were several more sprays, and Adam continued to beat her clit with his dick. Finally he drove in once more, and Stephanie let out her loudest primal scream.

<hr pg="5" />He fucked her hard again. Stephanie was whimpering. It seemed she was crying. She began to talk directly to Karen at this point.



"It's amazing. Karen, I've never...I just feel so...his cock..."



Karen spoke softly. "You look so beautiful right now."



I believe Stephanie came one more time now, but she said nothing. She may have no longer been all there. Adam pulled out and sprayed his cum over her pussy. There were several blasts and then a few thick spurts dribbled out, and then he squeezed himself and shook his cock, making sure every drop landed on Stephanie's pussy. Cum streamed down the length of her slit and dripped along her taint and asshole.



A woman from the crowd approached Adam and dropped to her knees. "It would be an honor to clean your big cock," she said. 



He nodded and she began to stroke his cock with her mouth, more of Stephanie's juices disappearing with each stroke.



The door of that little room opened and Karen exited. She kneeled between Stephanie's well-secured legs. She methodically cleaned Stephanie. One firm lick everywhere she found Adam's cum. It took seven licks — at her clit, at her lips, her mound, her asshole — before Karen had consumed all of Adam's cum.



Karen stuck the tip of her thumb into Stephanie's asshole and gently, lovingly ate of her pussy. I think she wanted to send Stephanie off into a peaceful rest. I doubted Stephanie was entirely aware, but instead only dimly sensed the pleasure — all nerves, nothing else.



A line of women had formed in front of Adam's cock now, a series of women kneeling, one behind the other, each waiting her turn to take his cock in her mouth. 



I walked to the back of the room, where this public ravaging had just occurred. I approached Karen, my cock at her eye level. But she was lost between Stephanie's legs now, seemingly for her own pleasure. She took long licks, enjoying the texture and taste of pussy. Adam was now hard again. I could see Lisa, Amanda, and Marjorie all on their knees in the line before him, waiting to offer their mouths to his cock.



Finally, after several minutes, Karen realized I was standing there. 



"Oh, Tiny Dick, I didn't notice your skinny little boring cock there. But it's good you're here. I think you'd better get dressed and help Stephanie home. I don't know how well she'll be able to look after herself the rest of the night. And I'm afraid there won't be an opportunity for you to cum tonight. Maybe you should get used to that. Goodnight."



I walked into the kitchen and swiveled around to lean against the door as I shut it, my back to the room. I needed to catch my breath. I pulled the mask from my head and turned to gather my clothes. That is when I saw her — the first woman to measure me tonight, the one who seemed so familiar. With her cat mask still covering her eyes, she stood at the sink pouring herself a glass of water, her mouth open.



"Paul?"



<b>The End</b>



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