Richards "Little" Problem

After her last attempt, she finally said in a firm tone he had never heard before, "Richard I am going to stop, NOW. You have had your chance and we both know that little thing between your legs is not working tonight, now I need some sleep."

Richard was furious, this used to be his secretary, she was not supposed to speak to him this way. Something deep within him was hurt, "Linda ... you fucking bitch!" he blurted.

"What did you call me?" asked Linda in a voice that he did not recognize. It was not the sweet innocent girl voice that she had always used with him, but one that was menacing and dark.

"Uh, no ... nothing honey – I just wanted to cum." blurted Richard.

"OK Midget, I will make you cum so hard that you will scream like a school-girl losing her virginity. Disrobe yourself completely, and stand next to the bed - NOW." said Linda in that same domineering voice.

That one word was like a stab of pain in the old bastard's heart. She had called him Midget – the fucking-bitch had known his nickname all along but had waited until she was married to him before using it to berate him. He was livid, and his fat joules started to quiver, but all that would come out of his mouth was, "No, I won't, don't order me around Linda ... or else – "

"Or else what, you will show me who is the boss in this relationship? That would be a start Richard, once you prove that that little wee-wee can even get stiff for your young wife. Yes honey, we can't even call it a cock can we, it is way-too-small for that – it is more like a midget's wee-wee." Linda had a teasing lilt to her voice.

Then Richard did something that he had not done since he had been with Julie: take a direct order from a woman. There was Linda, thirty-five years younger that him and all he could do was obey her like a puppy. Once he removed his sweat soaked robe and got out of their bed, a inexplicable feeling of vulnerability hit him. Linda was lying on the bed fully covered in lacy-satin, and he stood in front of her stark naked. Then he followed Linda's stare towards Mr. Happy. Before Richard could react, Linda grabbed his balls and yanked him towards herself with such force that Richard lost his balance and awkwardly fell on the bed naked beside his beautiful clothed wife.

Richard squealed like a pig in pain, but ignoring his pleas Linda deftly pivoted her weight, swung one leg over him and assumed a mounted position on his chest. Then the slapping began, Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "I am going to slap you until you get an erection loser," said Linda.

Richard struggled and tried to block the slaps, but Linda pinned his arms under her knees. Even though he over-weighed her by nearly two-hundred-and-fifty pounds, she was stronger than him and continued to backhand him repeatedly till Richard stopped struggling and started sobbing pathetically. His face covered with sweat, snot, and drool and then it happened, he started to feel that tingle for the first time in his groin.

Richard thought that it was Mr. Happy rising up to the occasion, and that made him angrier. He did not want his body to betray him at this point when this new bride was astride him and slapping him silly. He wanted to show her that he hated her and was angry with her. Somehow, as the old fool got angrier, the tingle increased in intensity. Meanwhile, Linda continued to slap him and ride his chest as if he were a horse ...

Thwack! "Please Linda ... I can't take it anymore."

Thwack! "Mercy ..."

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Linda ... I think I am going to ..."

Thwack! Oh God Linda ... I am going to ..."

Thwack! "What are you going to do Midget?" asked Linda.

Thwack! "I think I am going to cum ..." gasped Richard.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Thwack! "Oh Linda ... please stop I – I."

Thwack! She was laughing at him now and said, "So this is what gets you off, you tub of lard? I should have known the first time I laid my eyes on you ... the big Mr. Executive ordering everyone around, but sporting a midget's wee-wee between his legs."

That did it – Richards temper flared and the tingle grew into an intolerably sensitive throb. It came in waves, not unlike an orgasm but different. Mr. Happy exploded in a stream of piss that formed a golden arc of fluid in the air and landed on the bed. Richard screamed, it was a high pitched scream of a person who has lost control of his faculties. At that moment reality and fantasy became one and the same for the poor old bastard. He through that this was his orgasm ... and jerked furiously against Linda's weight desperately trying to find some resistance against Mr. Happy knowing fully well that the bitch would not allow him the satisfaction.

After the initial bliss, and that incredible feeling of relief of letting go had washed out, Richard realized to his horror what had happened. Mr. Happy had used the wrong fluid, and instead of the post orgasm bliss, all he felt was a steady flow of urine from Mr. Happy. He had pissed himself in front of his new bride. Richard wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

Linda stared at him incredulously and said, "Oh my my my, what do we have here Richard dearest, a little problem with bladder control?"

Richard had tried to cover his shame with his hands, but Linda firmly held them under her knees as she watched the stream reduce to spurts and finally drool out of his small, limp member. Something about this scene had turned Linda on, maybe it was the old bastard's abject humiliation, or maybe it was that her clitoris was rubbing against his chest as she rode him. Linda continued her bouncing motion atop the old bastard. Her clitoris started sending familiar messages to her breasts, and her nipples started hardening. The old man was in a pool of sweat, he was clenching his teeth with a look like he was going on the roller coaster ride of his life. Linda continued to ride him ... a huge orgasm was building within her ... she could feel it. Then the fluids rushed up inside her like a volcano erupting, and she arched her magnificent back and came there on top of his chest with such vigor that it was a miracle that the old bastard did not have a heart-attack. Then something incredible happened, as Linda's long blond hair brushed against Richard's groin; Mr. Happy began to stiffen. The thought of Linda discovering such an embarrassing secret, and witnessing his vulnerability and helplessness, had somehow shocked Mr. Happy into a hyper-sensitive erection.

Linda noticed this, and started laughing hysterically at his predicament, and the more she laughed, the more Mr. Happy grew. Linda then reached behind her and touched Mr. Happy with her thumb and forefinger. At the same time she maintained eye contact with him as she started to stroke him gently. Her touch was electrifying, it brought back memories of Julie which somehow added to the excitement. Richard started making a strange donkey like braying noise and twitching uncontrollably.

"OK Midget, let's see if you pencil has enough lead to last ten seconds between my fingers," said Linda.

"Oh God ... please don't count, I beg you!"

She started counting, "One ..."

"Aaaeee!" brayed Richard his eyes closing as he felt his scrotum slowly tighten around his testicles.

"Two ... open your eyes."

"Aaaeee!" brayed Richard again as his eyes opened and saw his goddess in full view.

"Three ... look into my eyes."

"Aaaeee!" The old man looked into those incredibly deep blue eyes of hers that were so beautiful, yet so cold in the same instant.

"Four ..." She slowly licked her upper lip with her tongue.

"Aaaeee!" Richard was losing control.

"Five ..." She gently touched his left nipple with her fingertips.

"Aaaeee!" Mr. Happy was now throbbing, Richards eyes closed involuntarily.

"Six ..." Thwack! She slapped him instantly waking him up.

"Unnnaa!" Richard moaned like a trapped animal as he was once again forced to look into Linda's uncompromising stare. His inability to move much of his body except for his head was very exciting. He had never been so incredibly excited as well as helpless at the same instant.

"Seven ..." She slid a index finger from her free hand into his mouth and moved it in unison with her stroking. Richard was instantly transported into a state of oblivion.

"Unnnaa!" He started sucking furiously at her finger imagining it to be her nipple. He knew that he should not have done that, he was so fucking close to his personal best of Eight.

Meanwhile, his whole body was reacting to her touch. His legs were quivering feverishly, his torso twitched and jerked spasmodically, and all he could he could smell, see, hear, taste, and feel was Linda. Mr. Happy, whose throbbing had now transformed into a full-fledged effort to thrust trying to find more of Linda's fingers. But the thumb and forefinger were all the bitch was going to grant him.

"Eight ..." the bitch removed her finger from his wet mouth with a plop and Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! She back handed his face repeatedly.

"Unnnaa!" The pain was exquisite, the pleasure incredible and the old bastard felt the mounting pressure of an inevitable orgasm. He was trying his best to hold it back with every muscle in his body knowing that resistance was futile. He wanted to make it to Ten so bad ...

"Nine ..." Linda inserted her wet finger into his ear.

The sudden injection of Linda's wet finger into his ear had brought back in one single moment all the abject humiliation he had suffered through his boyhood days; all his inadequacies as a husband to Julie; and all his shortcomings of his pathetic body that were now known to Linda flashed in his mind as Linda held Mr. Happy between her thumb and forefinger, while a third was inserted in his ear.

"Aaaeee! Aaaeee! Aaaeee!" brayed Richard as he jerked like a helpless fish on the line. Linda had deprived him of the ability to move his head and avoid her steel blue stare. He belonged to her in that moment, a point of transition occurred in their relationship that could never be undone. Stream after stream of cum spouted out of little Mr. Happy onto Richard's super-sized belly. Then all went dark .... as Richard passed out of consciousness!

Richard jolted back to reality in his office just in time to witness Mr. Happy spewing the last of his cum onto his desk. The old bastard had never felt better!

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