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So it was that Saturday had come round again, and Pip trembled with anticipation as he heard the doorbell.
Collecting himself, he hurried downstairs obediently, and opened the door to his guest.
Dan walked in immediately, without so much as a nod of acknowledgement in Pip’s direction.
There he stood in the hallway, a muscle-bound pile of man-flesh, with the looks of Adonis himself, his body almost bursting out his suit.
“Hi thereeee!” called out Lea, Pip’s wife, from the kitchen. “…breakfast is served.”
Dan smiled, and sauntered through to the breakfast table, where Lea greeted him with hugs, giggles, and kisses.
Pip shuffled after, sitting down nervously.
Eventually, Dan turned to him. “Hiya pip. How’s it goin’?” He grinned. Pip could only gulp in reply.
Lea looked over at Pip with raised eyebrows, as if slightly expecting him to say something.
“W-what’s the challenge today then?” Pip stammered in her direction.
“Oh! that…” She replied, with a feigned carelessness.
“…You will challenge Dan to an arm-wrestle, whoever wins, gets
to fuck me.”
His heart sank into his chest.
What a cruel joke! They all knew that his
feeble drumsticks had no chance against the power of packin’ Dan’s muscle bound gym-fit abs.
This was unbearable, was he EVER going to fuck her again? How long had it been now; fourteen, fifteen months?
Over a year without pussy – he’d almost forgotten what it felt like. He remembered how cruelly Lea had taunted him when she caught him jerking off to porn a few nights ago.
He had gotten up in the secretly in the middle of the night, and tip-toed to the bathroom with his laptop.
There, hunched over it pathetically, his little cock jutting upwards in anticipation, he sat on the john and opened the browser.
Mesmerized by the sight of the hot stud’s cock as it plowed in and out of the moaning porn starlets tight pussy in glorious 4K definition, he couldn’t help but to play with himself.
But no matter how vigorously he tugged on himself, he knew that nothing he did would come close to that feeling of sinking into a hot, welcoming pussy. That was what he craved.
Lost in his trance, he never heard the sounds of footsteps coming down the corridor, before the door burst open.
“Well, well, well, having a little fun, are we.”
Lea strode in.
In a flash, she grabbed the laptop from his knees playfully and looked at the screen.
“Wow, he’s really giving her one…” She laughed. “We haven’t done that in a long time, well… YOU haven’t.”
Pip turned a deep hue of red as he covered up his crotch.
He had been spanked thoroughly by Lea afterwards of course – unsupervised masturbation, not to mention watching porn, was strictly banned in her household.
Now, in the kitchen, her words broke Pip out of his trance once again.
“Come on, get to it.” She barked, giving him a playful slap on his cheek as she stood up.
Dan smirked as he and Pip took a seat opposite each other at the dining room table
Lea looked on, a sly smile on her face.
Pip put his elbow on the table and stretched out his hand, which Dan grabbed quickly, squeezing hard enough that it made Pip wince in pain.
“Ready boys? 3..2..1.. Go!” Lea clapped her hands excitedly.
Pip was determined! Determined to give it his all, to do all he could to-
“CRASH!”
…It was over in an instant.
“Woohoo! Bad luck champ!” Dan hollered in victory, as Pip held his hand in pain.
“Oh nooo! Looks like dry-dick has a date with Miss palm again.” Lea said mockingly.
“…I hope she isn’t too sore after what Dan did to her.” she continued, upon noticing that Pip was rubbing his hand to alleviate the pain.
“…I sure will be when he’s finished with me.” she ended, with wry smile.
Pip looked down at the floor in shame, as Dan walked over to Lea, embracing her with a deep kiss.
Pip felt a wave of jealousy at the sight.
“Well do you want to watch or not? Hurry up.” Lea said to the crushed loser, snapping her fingers, as she and Dan made their way to the bedroom.
He dragged himself in behind them. “Okay dry-dick. You know the drill – winner fucks, loser fluffs.”
Pip shook with resentful anticipation as he approached the bed, while Dan got undressed.
–
Pip lay down on his back, his head lifted slightly off the pillow.
He held it in place, the whole of his body static, except for a slight trembling.
His face was hot and flushed, his beet red cheeks in particular glistening comically, shining in the soft light like a Christmas ornament as small tears of perspiration trickled down his brow.
He had his mouth open and his tongue stuck out as instructed.
His bulging eyes looked straight up, betraying a multitude of emotion.
Above him, now entirely naked, was Dan, who was gyrating his hips in a circular motion.
Dan was at such a height that his distended ball-sack was making thorough contact with Pip’s face, centering mainly around his mouth, but making sure to rub himself all over at regular intervals, occasionally moving back so that the shaft of his erect penis would teasingly run over Pip’s out-stretched tongue.
Despite not being able to see his face properly, Pip could feel the smirk on Dan’s lips, his smug, self-satisfied look, his wide surfer-boy grin.
Pip’s girlfriend Lea was sitting next to them on the bed, and looking on approvingly.
“Better get those balls and nice and ready for fucking.” she cooed at Pip, while gently stroking his hair.
“Hnnng.” Pip replied.
Dan eventually decided that his balls had been licked enough, and concluded the humiliating ritual by giving Pip an encouraging slap on the cheek with his cock.
“Good work!” He barked.
Pip trembled, knowing that his own balls would now have to be prepared, this time by Lea, but in a very different way.
–
Standing in the middle of the room with his pants down, Pip was doing all he could to stop hopping in pain – clenching his fists, and biting his lip hard – as Lea calmly delivered a number of punishing flicks to his dangling jewels with a riding crop, his silly small penis desperate and stiff despite the agony.
Dan observed this leisurely from the bed, looking smugger than ever.
Lea concluded the preparation with one last swat, a hard one. Pip let out a small squeak of agony.
“Okay, I think we’re done.”
She turned to Dan. “Now, Fuck me!”
Pip meekly assumed the position in the corner opposite the bed as he was instructed to whenever they allowed him to watch.
His pants and underpants still at his ankles, he put his legs firmly together toe-to-toe, before taking his stiff little cock into his fist.
Dan slid down Lea’s panties, revealing the enticing sight of her pale ass, and tossed them carelessly in Pip’s direction.
–
With his eyes fixed on the scene in front of him, and with breathless blushing cheeks, Pip worked over his bright red, sexually frustrated penis in desperate anguish as the filthy sounds of Dan and Lea fucking filled the whole house.
Pip was pouring sweat, and butterflies filled his stomach. In his mind, the words “dry-dick.” repeated themselves over, and over.
His new title, declaring that indeed, he was no fucker of pussies, but only a sad little wank-boy.
And wank he sure did. His fist pumped angrily, as he watched the superior cock of Dan get its fill of cunt-fucking pleasure.
After a while, they took a break, and Pip watched helplessly at Dan’s dismounting.
As he slid his cock of out Lea, what happened in a moment seemed to Pip as in slow motion.
Lea’s pussy had worked up a cream – a nice thick foamy white, cock-churned and lovingly pounded up cream. It had collected down at the bottom of Dan’s cock in a ring.
A long strand of clear pussy juice followed Dan’s cock as it slid out, breaking off at the last moment. That’s how aroused she was.
Pip squeezed his penis hard in his fist as he took in just how wet and shiny Dan’s cock looked as it glistened all over with Lea’s love juices.
And how red too – flushed, engorged and rubbed red – a horny cock marinated in the warmth of a hot juicy cunt.
He felt a wave of angsty arousal in the pit of his stomach at the sight.
–
“Suck it!” Lea commanded breathlessly, looking Pip square in the eye.
He couldn’t have resisted if he’d wanted to, it looked so delicious. In fact, he was surprised at just how delicious it looked, and just how ashamed he felt at how delicious it looked to him, as if it was too much, even for what was going on.
As he moved closer, a feeling surged in his stomach that made the last wave of angst almost seem like nothing.
He could smell her on him.
Of course he could.
The sweet smell of his wife’s pussy on Dan’s cock was too much to bear.
Pip’s penis twitched and ached. At that moment he knew that not only would he be sucking the cock, he would be worshiping it.
He wouldn’t just be sucking it as an obedient submissive, but as a greedy slut. He would be sucking it like a ten-penny whore – shamelessly and eagerly.
There would be no doubt as to how much he enjoyed it.
Eagerly closing his lips on Dan’s throbbing member, he lapped and suckled, dribbled and gagged.
“That’s right, Cocksucker. Now wank your dry dick.”
His eyes bulged and his mouth worked faster as the words sunk it, and a wave of delicious humiliation came over him.
Fap-fap-fap!
Letting go of any resistance, he wanked himself stupid with a mouth full of cock.
He felt his dignity completely evaporate in an anguished struggle that tied his stomach into knots, resulting in an ecstatic dirty pleasure so intense that it made him feel light headed and he could feel his whole body tingle.
The head of his silly little cock was shiny and purple with arousal now – bursting with his pent up with sexual frustration -, dribbling precum juice that ran down his wanky fingers and onto the carpet.
It suited his crimson red face well, he knew exactly how pathetic it looked, and how pathetic he looked, as he sucked and played with himself for them both to see.
Dan was nearing the edge, and let out a deeply masculine orgasmic groan as his salty cum burst forth, filling up the inside of Pip’s mouth, thoroughly coating the back of his throat and tongue.
Pip couldn’t stand it any longer, and his own little prick squirted everywhere – over the carpet, his legs and feet, his hands, even somehow ricocheting backwards onto his belly, all in a vast explosion of seed – everywhere, except the one place he truly wished – deep in Lea’s pussy.
Dan finally removed his member from Pip’s used fuck-hole of a mouth with a look of deep relaxation on his face.
Lea moved over, embracing him with a tender kiss.
Still kneeling, a stream of seed now running down his chin, Pip observed them above, defeated.
Lea stretched out her hand, and gently stroked his hair.
“Good job dry-dick. Now, clean up that mess…”
The end.