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"Honey, can't you see how pathetic that looks on you? You think I want to get intimate with something so... well, so pathetically small?" Cindy cooed as she ran her manicured nails over David's chubby stomach and pointed down towards his micro-penis already getting semi aroused. "Besides, look at me."
David's beady eyes took in the reflection of both of them in the lifesize bathroom mirror, and he winced at the comparison. Her figure was still lithe and supple well into middle age, even with two grown children and a life of indulgence, while his potbelly hung over the band of his underwear like a deflated balloon.
"I mean, what woman would find that sexy?" Cindy asked rhetorically, her full lips pursed in a pout so sensual David could almost smell her arousal. "Why do you even bother getting dressed?"
David didn't have an answer for that. The question had been on his mind since... well, since before he had first laid eyes on her at the gym all those years ago. Since before he had mustered up the nerve to speak to her in line at the grocery store, and even before he had summoned up the courage to ask her out for coffee. Cindy knew it, and she realized that she held that over his head like a cudgel whenever things between them got... heated.
"I'm not saying I don't find some parts of you attractive," Cindy purred, leaning in so close to his face that her breath tickled his chin. "But overall? You're a bit... well, how can I say this... more than a bit plump around the middle and more than a bit small under the belt?"
Her hand drifted southward from his stomach, until it almost brushed up against his thick mat of pubic hair sticking out of the elastic band of his underwear. David's penis twitched in response, despite itself, as she ran a manicured finger along the base of his shaft over the fabric of his underwear.
"Still, for someone who loves me as much as you do... well, I suppose I could look past your shortcomings." Her hand began to move upwards, outlining his thin and small shaft through his underwear. "I mean, what man wouldn't want a woman like me?"
David tried not to gasp as her fingers brushed his length, so close yet agonizingly out of reach. She knew how she affected her fat hubby. She knew exactly which buttons to push and which lines to cross, and was purposefully, cruelly teasing him as he got ready for work.
Her finger nail snagged against the silicone penis ring that sat firmly at the base of his tiny member, eliciting another gasp from between his parted lips. She watched, eyes twinkling with amusement as she felt a shiver work its way down his spine. With her other hand, she caressed the back of his balding head knowing the pleasure that she was granting him.
"Mmmm," she purred into his ear. "I bet I can make you cum by just wrapping my fingers around your baby penis honey." David tried to will himself away from the inevitable truth. Tried to focus on work, tried not to think about how much he desired her right there and then. Tried not to think about how close she was, and how softly she was touching him through his underwear...
"Don't you?"
Cindy and David were a couple that defied all odds. They'd met a few years back, she was thirty and he was forty five. They had both given up hope of finding "The One." They'd dated long-distance for a while, with Cindy based in the big city and David tucked away in the suburbs, but eventually decided to move in together.
Now, a decade later, they'd settled into an easy routine together. It wasn't a perfect marriage; no relationship ever was. But it worked for them, most of the time. Cindy had the figure and the energy level of someone thirty years her junior. She was as beautiful as the day they met, a Nordic goddess with long blond hair and bright blue eyes.
David, well, David had his flaws. His potbelly, his receding hairline, his... David-ness had made him socially isolated and frustrated in the marital bed, where his inadequately sized equipment had been betraying him more often than not. He had compensated in the past for his size by using his tongue and ensuring Cindy's pleasure before his own. However, of late even after eating her pussy for hours his penis had failed to get hard. On the rare occasion that it would stand up to the challenge, a couple of thrusts inside Cindy's warm and moist pussy would be sufficient to make him erupt and go limp.
Recently Cindy had researched and purchased a cock ring for him to placate his premature ejaculation and had been teasing him like this more often than not. She'd tease him in public, when they were out shopping or dining out, just by running her fingernail down the inner side of his thigh, or at home by grinding her exquisite ass against his crotch and walking away just when she felt him harden. However, his release would not be granted until after he brought her to multiple orgasms working his tongue through her moist folds. Furthermore, she had stopped having intercourse with him altogether, and had only allowed him to come in her hand.
"Come on, David," she cooed, running her thumb and forefinger up and along the length of his shaft. "You know you want it, and so bad that you would do anything I ask just to have me wrap my fingers around your penis and grant you sweet release."
He didn't have the willpower to look away. His eyes were pinned to hers in the lifesize bathroom mirror. Oh, how he wanted to give in and to feel her hand close around his cock. The tip of his penis strained against his underwear and made a wet spot that betrayed his emotions completely.
"I will make a bet," she purred, "that you would not last for five seconds if I just wrapped my fingers around your penis."
Cindy knew that the fat bastard could not be teased at this intensity for much longer. She knew exactly where his limits were, because it gave her power over him. And with that knowledge, she could play with him like... well, like an expert playing the harp. Strings plucked and strummed at will until he was reduced to a quivering mass of nerves and raw desire.
"Come on, David," she cooed. "I dare you to not cum for five seconds in my hand, otherwise I swear that I will bring Jackson home and fuck him in our bed while you sit in the corner and watch."
Jackson was the college student that lived next door. A masterpiece of male beauty, youth, and virility. The very thought of him fucking Cindy shocked David's penis into an erection that was too sensitive to contain, He took a deep breath through his flared nostrils. His cock twitched in time with her caressing fingertips.
"Come on," she purred, "a big man like you should have no problem to hold it for five seconds to keep that sexy college hunk from fucking me silly."
He had to resist. For her. He had to resist for her. But oh, how he wanted to give in. How much he wanted to feel her fingers wrap around him and... well, and...
"Come on," she purred again, "big man like you..."
His eyes met hers in the mirror above the basin. There was a challenge there he knew he couldn't resist for long. Not with those eyes on him, not with her fingers playing with his cock like that...
Cindy leaned in closer, her soft full breasts pushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear, "Come on, David. I dare you to hold your load for five seconds." Her fingers continued their sensual caress up and down his shaft, so tantalizingly close to where she knew he was aching for release.
David gasped at the feel of her, the smell of her flowery perfume invading his senses, the sight of those expressive eyes boring into him from mere inches away. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, wanting more, wanting... so much more.
"Come on," Cindy cooed again. "I dare you... just five seconds."
He knew he shouldn't give in. Knew it was wrong to cater to her every carnal whim like a dog that belonged to her body and soul. And yet, as she continued to tease him with such expertise... well, how could he possibly resist?
Her hand brushed up against his inner thigh, caressed the underside of his cock with her knuckle. He gasped and arched into the touch, eyes still closed as he relished every sensation coursing through him.
"Come on, David," she purred in his ear. "I dare you."
"Y-y-y-yes, I will t-t-t-try ..." he stuttered his resignation.
With one swift motion she pulled his underwear off and her right hand finally cupped him, fingers wrapping around his shaft so gently yet with just enough pressure to send waves of pleasure through his body. David shuddered and let out a soft, low moan as Cindy's left hand reached behind him, parted his nether cheeks, and her fingers gently traced the length of his virgin crack. "Gaa ..." he moaned with pleasure.
"Come on, David," she whispered. "I dare you ... one."
He felt himself building, building to that inevitable peak that had been denied him for so long. Her one hand held his penis in place, while the other gently probed his crack. The sensation was so exquisite that an involuntary animalistic scream escaped him, "Gaa ..."
"Come on, David," she spoke a bit louder. "I dare you ... two."
He didn't stand a chance against such relentless teasing. Against the soft fullness of her breasts brushing against his shoulder. Against the sight, smell, and feel of Cindy herself... Her one hand felt like a velvet vice around his shaft while the index finger of her other had finally breached his crack. "Gaa ..." he shirked.
"Come on, David," she stated in a stern voice, no longer a request but a demand. "I dare you ... three."
And then it hit him, like a lightning bolt from out of a clear blue sky, bright and blinding and brilliant and beautiful. It coursed through his body in waves of hot, molten gold that flowed down his spine like honey-colored lava, scorching him from the inside out until every nerve ending along the way melted into one big, pulsing orgasm. He felt like a trapped animal with her hand pulling him towards her while the left was pushing him in the opposite direction. "Gaa ..." his voice betrayed him losing control of his faculties.
"Come on, David," she commanded. "I dare you ... four."
And then, as his eyes flew open again, David met her stare in the mirror and felt no guilt for what he saw reflected back... only wonder and desire as he watched Cindy's hand still enclosed around his shaft as she guided him over the edge with one final, slow upward stroke.
"Oh my," Cindy purred softly, looking down as his resolve broke and thick ropes of his male juices splatted against the mirror. "Almost, but not quite."
"Gaa, gaa, gaa ..." his screams rang out in ecstasy as she continued supporting him with both her hands until he finally collapsed at her feet completely and utterly spent.
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