Little Things Kill Ch. 04

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They take a break from Terry, but not his subjugation.
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Part 4 of the 5 part series

Updated 11/02/2022
Created 12/14/2007
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[This is a story about FEMALE domination over men. PLEASE do not read it if you are offended by this. I am always open to criticism, but know what you are getting into before chiding me for not understanding love.]

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It was another three weeks before we saw Terry and her husband again. But my wife had learned her lessons well. To my surprise, instead of being repulsed by the acts I was forced to commit, the fact that my wife was not only turned on by them, but begging for more made me more accepting of the entire situation. Once her eyes had been opened by the worlds of pleasure TH could provide her, there was nothing I could do to satisfy her unquenchable thirst for a strong, hard penis.

It was my wife's idea to head down to the sex shop a few nights ago. Before we left, after I had come home from work, she sat me down, and with earnest and eager eyes, she laid it bare.

"I love you Tom, I really and truly do. You are the man I married and there is no way in the world I want to be married to anyone else."

Well that was reassuring.

"But we have to come up with some type of solution. We need to come up with someway to keep me happy."

"But you were happy before all of this. We had a great sex life before Terry, before everything that happened at her house."

She tilted her head and petted my face. "That's only because I didn't know how good sex really could be. It's like a person who doesn't know they have bad eyesight. Sure, they could get by before, but once those glasses are put on, the entire world is put into focus. That's how I feel now, sweetie. And I really want you to understand that."

"I understand."

"I don't think you do."

She floated a hand down to my crotch. "This," she said squeezing, "this no longer cuts it for me. This can no longer satisfy me."

"Ever?"

"No. I didn't say that. I love you and I'm willing to give you pleasure, always. I am still your wife. But I need a lot more now. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"You need another man to satisfy you." I looked away.

"Not necessarily. Not all the time. That's why I have an idea."

And that's when she gave me her plan. So now here we were, standing in front of a wall of dildos and strap ons in the middle of the sex shop down the road from us. She wanted me to strap on for her. She wanted me to get something that could simulate what she felt with Bill. That wasn't the worst part though. The worst part was that she was having a hard time finding one.

"I can't believe that don't have ONE that's close to him." She only half whispered at me.

"What about that one?" I asked pointing to one. In my shame, I unfortunately knew pretty accurately what Bill's member looked like.

"Hmm" she tapped her lip. "Not quite."

It wasn't that they didn't have any his size, Bill after all wasn't gigantic. He was just a very girthy, full formed guy. It was that they didn't, as she said, "Have the exact perfectness of him."

I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt. How could it not? How could a man, any man, not be hurt hearing his wife speak like that of another man? But I was defeated. Having Bill spray his manhood over me, having him completely own me, being utterly subjugated by another man had stripped me bare. I was my wife's now, fully and completely. Whatever she wanted, I'd give her. However she wanted me, she would get it. And damn me if it wasn't the most turned on I had ever been.

"There we are." She held one by the tip, its enlarged head even mightier in her small hands.

"That one is black."

"So?"

"So, Bill isn't black."

"I didn't know you were such a racist." She chuckled and tapped me in the stomach with it. That act alone, my little wife smacking me with a hefty black dildo, would have been, until a few weeks ago, the most embarrassing moment of my sexual life. Now though? Now it seemed like just one more piece to the scattered puzzle of my cowing.

My wife rummaged through a small bin of straps, unsuccessfully looking for one big enough to fit me. All of them were small, petite numbers made to fit women. Afterall, who uses strap ons other than women? She was getting frustrated though, and for a gleeful second, I thought she may give up. Then to my horror, she tried a different tactic.

"Excuse me," she said to the gothy looking guy behind the counter.

Oh crap.

He just glanced up at her from the top of his tattoo magazine. He was a slim fellow, as most men of his genre tend to be. His heavy black hair hung over his left eye and the giant loop in his right ear was impossible to ignore.

"I need this in a bigger size." She held up the biggest strap she had found. I was still probably three sizes too small.

"Okay." But he didn't move.

"Do you have more in the back?"

"Don't know." He put down the magazine. "That thing is bigger than you'd think though." He took it from her and opened the straps up as far as they'd go. "See?" He held it up, now noticeably bigger.

"No." She took it back from him. Then she opened a snap and pulled me close.

I resisted. God, all I wanted to do was slink out of there. I wanted to take her by the arm, drag her from the store and have sex with her. Pound her until I showed her just want my four inches could do. But I didn't. I couldn't She owned me.

I shuffled closer to her.

She struggled to get the strap around my leg.

"See? It still doesn't fit. Maybe two sizes up from this."

He tried. I'll give him that. The kid tried not to snicker, or laugh, or be disgusted. But he couldn't help it. This wirey, knowing smile stretched across his lips.

"Ohhhh, it's for him," he pointed to my crotch and not me.

My wife smiled and hooked a stray strand of hair over her ear, looking up at the kid from her bent position in front of me.

"Of course it's for him. Who'd you think it was for?"

"Well." He chuckled a bit and then shook his head. "It's just that, usually when we get guy girl couples in here buying that it's for her." He made his hand into a fist and pumped it. "Some guys like to get it, ya know?"

"Ha! Oh wow, I didn't even realize that." She smiled and stood up. "But no," she placed the black cock on the counter, "no my husband isn't gay."

He shook his head. "Na, it ain't gay. It's a control thing. It's not too bad actually."

"You've tried it?"

He smiled but stayed silent on the topic. "So what's your guys deal? You into the black guy thing or something?"

"No" I finally said. "She's not into black guys."

"Sorry man, didn't mean to offend." He put his hands up.

"Oh stop," my wife laughed and tickled a hand across his on the counter. "Tom's right though, I'm not exactly into black men."

"I don't get it then."

"Tell him Tom," my wife smiled. "Tell the man why we are here."

I looked at her incredulously. I couldn't believe she was going to make me do this. She was forcing me further down a road and I already had a very good idea where the final destination stopped.

"I uh—"

"Now now Tom, don't be shy."

"I uh—"

She patted my burgeoning hard on in my pants. Despite myself, the whole situation was arousing me.

"I kind of have a small one."

She shook her head in disapproval. "Say it Tom. If we are going to keep honest, you have to say it."

I exhaled loudly. Then, to a complete stranger, to a man that was half my size and in any other context I would have lorded over I uttered the words: "I have a very small penis and she wants me to wear a strap on."

"Holy shit you did not just say that to me dude." He stared at me, slackjawed and awed at my frankness.

I turned and walked towards the racks of pornos but I could still hear them talking to each other from where I was standing.

"How can you be with a dude like that? Dude can't even defend himself. A hot broad like you? Shit, I could show you a great time."

"Could you now?"

I turned back and watched her hand slide over his and begin to rub it in little circles. He smiled at her. I stood in the corner, grabbing my throbbing dick through my jeans.

"Tom." She called me over and I obediently hustled to her side like the lapdog I had become. "This fine gentleman is going to show me the back room. Please stay out here and wait for a minute."

"What? Hell no I'm letting you go into the back with this—this--," I looked the little punk up and down, his too tight jeans, the emo hair, his skintight Clash shirt, "Freak."

She gasped. "Tom! How can you say something like that!"

She grabbed his hand and walked around the counter.

"C'mere." She said dragging him into the back room. "Let me see what a skinny man like yourself has packing down there. Tom, you wait here and I don't want to hear another word."

I looked around and thankfully the place was empty except for us. I walked down the DVD isle. I took a look ay the dildos again. I even strolled into the gay porn section. Anything to keep my mind off of what was going on in that backroom. But after ten minutes I couldn't take it anymore. I had to know. I needed to know.

I walked around the counter and before she was even in eyeshot, I could hear it.

Long, sloppy slurps. Slight, squeaking gags. A little bit of laughter.

When I finally rounded the corner I saw her. My sweet little wife, the woman that I married years ago and who had promised to be faithful and endearing to me, on her knees in the backroom of a porn shop, sucking the juices out of a skinny little white guy's dick. All I could see was her head, bobbing back and forth at his crotch, with a voracity that I had never seen in our years of marriage.

But that wasn't the worse part. That was about to happen. She picked up her intensity; I could see her shoulder moving as she stroked him while swallowing the head of his cock. He was getting close. He opened his eyes and saw me standing there. He looked at me and smiled, and then he winced and his hips bucked and my wife gagged. I heard the pop as her lips relinquished his cockhead, and she leaned back and took the whole load all over her face. And he smiled, boy, did he smile at me.

"Wow," she said as she took the last spurts of his load, "that's some shooting Tex." She stood up and I finally got a look at his cock. It wasn't big at all, if it was six inches that'd be a lot. It was thick though, thicker than I would have given the little guy credit for.

My wife walked over, her lips and cheeks dripping with his sperm and went to give me a kiss. I pulled away.

"Tom." She said sternly.

"Stop."

"Tom." She repeated.

"I don't want to kiss you."

"What about our conversation? What about the discussion we had at the house?" She said to me as little pearls of cum dipped off her chin. She was actually having a conversation with me. A straight and serious conversation with another man's jizz on her chin. "You want to keep me happy? You want me to stay with you?"

"Of course."

"Then give me a kiss, damn it."

I closed my eyes and puckered. She didn't hesitate. Her lips probed mine, his thick, viscousy load squirming between out dueling lips. I tried to pull back but she surprised me and darted a tongue into my mouth.

Her hand went into my pants and grasped my dick and she started furiously stroking.

She began to whisper between kisses. "Give it to me."

She stroked again.

"Give it to me. Give me that cum."

She squeezed harder.

"I feel your hardness. You love his cum in your mouth."

"No I don't." But my cock betrayed me. Her thumb and forefinger wrapped around my little head, just like Terry had showed her, and just like Terry, I was already on my last legs.

"You do, and I love you for it. Cum to this." She licked a long, sensual, slow lick over my mouth, pasting cum over the length of my chin, lips and mouth.

"God this is so hot."

"That's it, it's okay to admit it," she purred.

"I'm going to cum."

"Good boy, that's my good little faggot boy."

"Don't call me that." But I was lying.

"C'mon my little fag boy. C'mon."

"Shit!"

I shot my strongest and hardest load I could muster over her stroking hands. She kept stroking, milking the last drops from my exhausted member. She looked me in the eyes and smiled.

"Thank you love. I knew you had it in you."

I brought a hand up and wiped my mouth turning away in shame.

She turned back to the kid.

"We're taking the dlido and the strap you found me back here and we aren't paying a dime for it, got it?"

"Sweetheart, you can have the whole damn store as far as I'm concerned."

She smiled. "Aw that was sweet. When are you working again?"

"Tuesday."

She winked at him. "Guess I'll see you then." She laughed and then grabbed me by the sticky cock, guiding me out of the store.

"Bring him back next time," he said to her.

"Without a doubt." She smiled and turned to me. "Let's get home and get this big black dick on you baby!!"

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 7 years ago
Kill Each And Everyone Of Them

I'd get me a gun and put a bullet into each of their heads, maybe two, just to make sure they were dead. One for myself afterwards, making sure they were dead first.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 14 years ago
IS IT ME OR ALL OF YOU SICK? GET EVIDENCE ...DIVORCE HER ...

GET ON WITH YOUR LIFE. SHE WANTS A BIG ONE FINE! AS THEY DONT DO DONKEY DICK TRANSPLANTS..THAT LEAVES YOU OUT..DIVORCE HER OR NOT ..TAKE THE MONEY SHE DOESNT DESERVE IT...LET BIG DICK SUPPORT HER. GET REAL SHE DOESNT RESPECT YOU ...IF SHE EVER

lilweeweelilweeweeover 14 years ago
Kissing his wife with cum in her mouth

Great story....you are a great writer...i wished you had more stories like this :(

AnonymousAnonymousover 15 years ago
it was alright

ok i am into humiliation and all and i am ok with sharing partners and stuff, but i didnt like this stroy i read them all and i guess i feel that this story is conveying alot of negativity towards small men, in which i believe that a guy with a small cock, that knows how to use it is better than a guy with a big cock, that doesnt know how to use. i felt tom could do better than his "wife". i feel marriage is between two ppl that should be both physically and emotionally attracked and satisfied by. and towards the end she say that if he wants her to love him he'll kiss her with another mans cum on her lips. thats shallow to me. but it was an alright story.

idk if you would like to talk to me more bout this plz im me or email... lustfullittleone@yahoo.com thank you. :)

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 16 years ago
Hot story!

Loved it. The scene with the nasty little goth kid in the porn store was fantastic.

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