by Luke Young
Ignoring the question, she stepped into the office and closed the door. After flipping the lock, she turned to him. “Hi.”
Looking up from his desk, he narrowed his eyes. “Hey, is everything all right?”
“Uh-huh.” She headed to him and kissed him on the lips. Dropping down to her knees, she grabbed the waistband of his shorts. “Sorry, we haven’t been able to have sex lately, but I really want to now. I feel better.”
“Okay.” He smiled as he lifted his rear off the seat. She tore down his shorts and underwear exposing his mostly flaccid penis. Rising to her feet, she kicked off her shoes and pulled down her stretch pants and panties.
He eyed her closely. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing, I just realized how much I missed you.”
“Okay?” He made a face.
She glanced down to see his penis was responding quickly. Leaning down, she took hold of it and stroked it for about a minute until it was super-hard. She climbed on his lap and positioned her entrance over his erection. The moment his bulbous head touched her she groaned. Her mouth opened wide and she pressed it hard to his lips, sucking his tongue into her mouth and sinking fully down on his lap.
She rocked back and forth then up and down like a woman possessed and all he could do was hold on for dear life. Over and over she lifted up high on his lap then slammed down hard. His erection was nearly popping out of her on the upswing and twisting and bending at uncomfortable angles as she plunged down. From the look on his face and the way he was gripping her bottom, it appeared he was struggling to keep her from doing any permanent damage to one of his favorite body parts. After about two minutes more of this near-violent coupling, she cried out with delight as a huge climax rocked through her. Panting and spent, she sat fully on him, wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, and gyrated her hips in small circles over him.
When she finally stopped moving, he gazed over her shoulder wearing an expression born of terrified relief.
About ten miles away, Victoria was sitting behind her desk in her office when Darla poked her head through the partially open door.
“Hey there,” Victoria said.
Darla plopped down in the chair, grimacing and rubbing the wrist on her right hand. “Peter just left.”
“Good.” Victoria pointed to the surrogate’s hand wearing a sympathetic expression. “Is everything okay?”
“I think so.” Darla looked her in the eye. “Why didn’t you tell me about, um, his, extraordinary size?”
“I swear I had no idea. It never came up.”
“Never came up?”
“I swear it didn’t. He’s… um, he’s got to be in the one percentile, right?”
Darla widened her eyes. “There is no doubt about it.”
“It seems odd that he wouldn’t have mentioned it.” Victoria shrugged. “It’s almost as if he has no idea that he’s endowed in such an unusual way.”
“Yeah.”
Victoria put on a hopeful smile. “Do you think I could call you tomorrow to go over everything? I’ve got another… I’ve got something I need to take care of right now.”
“Oh, sure.” Darla rose from her seat.
Less than two minutes later, Victoria burst through her bedroom door. She discovered Jim already under the covers sitting against the headboard and she unbuttoned her blouse. “Where’s Kaylie?”
“Still sleeping. Is, um, the Guinness Book World Record Holder gone?”
“Yes.” She unsnapped her bra then slipped her skirt and panties off and lifted the covers off him.
He pulled the covers back over his groin.
“What’s wrong?”
“Suddenly I feel… I don’t know… inadequate.”
She smiled then climbed into bed next to him. “You are very adequate.”
Folding his arms, he turned away from her. “I don’t think I like you watching this guy have his therapy.”
“First, that penis, although impressive, has so many logistical problems associated with its usage that I can’t even imagine how a normal woman would enjoy it.”
“Yeah.” He returned his attention to her and frowned.
She pulled the covers off him once again. “And second there is only one penis in the world for me.”
“Would that be this one?” he asked with a grin.
“Uh-huh.” She took his flaccid penis in her hand and gently massaged it.
Leaning his head back, he groaned. His cock thickened with her sensual touch and he gasped the moment she wrapped her lips around it.
Back in femdom central, Brian struggled to catch his breath with his pregnant wife firmly planted on his lap and evidently still recovering from her climax. He hoped the pain he was currently feeling in his groin area was nothing serious or permanent. He felt moisture leaking between his legs and placed his finger there to take a sample. When he brought it up to eye level, he was relieved to see it was not blood, but merely sweat mixed with some other sex related fluid.
She kissed him then leaned back. “That was fun.”
“Yeah, it was,” he struggled to say.
“Are you okay?”
“Sure.” He put on a smile.
“Did you finish?”
“Um, I…”
“Did you?”
“No, not really.”
Before he could say another word, she placed her head on his shoulder and it was on again. She ground her crotch over his lap again. His mouth opened wide and his eyes watered as he placed his hands under her rear end in an attempt to control her.
“Come inside me. I want to feel you,” she said.
“I… I don’t think I can.”
“Come on.” Plunging her hand down between her thighs, she reached under his shaft to his balls and squeezed them hard.
His mouth opened wide and he let out a girly squeal that could have easily been mistaken for pleasure, but was something else entirely.
“That’s it. Come on.” She kissed him hard on the mouth and at one point took his lip between her teeth.
He struggled to free his mouth from hers as she kept bouncing up and down on him. “Come on, baby. Does that feel good?”
“Uh-huh.” He turned away to hide his pain-stricken look. She bounced harder up and down and at some point thankfully lost her grip of his sensitive balls.
“Come for me.” She lifted higher and plunged down. Looking at her face, he had never seen her so determined. She rose once more then down again. His penis was losing its hardness and he felt a sharp pain as it flexed before luckily sliding inside her instead of folding in half. He finally took hold of her shoulders and kept her from moving back up. He let out a half squeal, half moan sound and she shot him a concerned look.
He put his hand on the back of her head and guided her chin to his shoulder as he tried to simulate the sounds of one of his orgasms. “Ahhhh… Ohhhhh.” Sadly, he overdid it a bit when he added an over the top shudder. He blew out a long, slow breath. “Oh. Wow, that was… just… wow.”
“Amazing, right?”
“Mm-Hmm.” He nodded then made a face. “I’m getting a cramp though. Could you…?”
“Sure.” She lifted off him and moved toward the desk.
He spun the chair away from her and leaned forward lowering his head between his knees and holding onto the table behind him for support. He took a look at his groin, penis, and balls for any signs of damage. It was a little redder than he was used to seeing it but other than that he found nothing unusual. He was, however, convinced bruising would appear and soon.
“I need something to, uh…” With one hand between her spread thighs, she reached blindly out to him. “Do you have a tissue or something?”
“Sure.” He handed her a napkin from his drawer.
Looking at her hand, she narrowed her eyes then wiped her palm with the napkin. “That’s weird. There isn’t much.”
“What?”
“There isn’t much mess.”
“Oh, I,
um. I sorta took care of myself earlier,” he lied.
“That’s understandable with the way I’ve been feeling.”
He nodded then stood and gingerly pulled his underwear and shorts over his sore parts.
She moved close to him and smiled. “Something tells me I just turned a corner with all this morning sickness and I might be back in the game.”
“Oh, great.” They hugged and he turned away from her with his face sinking.
“Maybe we can even do it again later when we get back from dinner at Victoria’s.”
He swallowed hard. “Uh, okay.”
“Suddenly I’m feeling all sexy again. I think I’ll stop at Victoria’s Secret on the way home.” She took a step back from him and wore a sexy grin. “And I might even shave everything off for you.”
“Awesome.” He forced a smile.
She took off toward the door. “See you later.”
“Bye.”
He plopped in his chair and sighed with his eyes closed. Seconds later Todd appeared at the door, holding back a laugh. “Dude, what happened in here?”
“Don’t ask,” he grumbled. “Could you get the door?”
As Todd pulled the door closed, Brian reached for the Tylenol.
12
With Kaylie bouncing around in her spin-chair-thing, Victoria, Jim, Brian, and Jillian sat down for a wonderful meal, which Jim had prepared. After some small talk about the weather and the television show Ray Donovan, Jim took a sip from his third glass of wine and flashed his brother a grin. “So did you guys have as much fun today as we did?”
“What?”
Jillian’s eyes widened and she waved her hand at Jim. “Oh, let’s not—”
“I was a little self-conscious at first… obviously.” Jim lifted his glass to his wife. “But the talented doctor here put me at ease… literally.”
“I do what I can.” Victoria shot him a smug look.
Brian narrowed his eyes, confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Nothing.” Jillian glared at Victoria. “When I was over here earlier we just saw one of Victoria’s clients when he was, um, leaving.”
“We saw a little more than that.” Jim raised his eyebrows. “I believe we saw him not only leaving but coming as well.”
“Jim.” Victoria shot him a scolding look.
“Sorry.”
Brian chuckled. “Wait, what’s this about?”
“You know.” He grimaced. “Victoria’s new client is unusually—”
“Exnay on the iant-gay enis-pay ubject-say.” Jillian glared at him.
“What?” Jim laughed. “She didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“Victoria’s client is hung like a horse… or more like an elephant. We all sort of watched him get a handjob.”
“What?” He turned to Victoria. “You’re giving handjobs to clients now!”
“Noooo. I have a sex surrogate for that.”
“Oh, thank God.” Brian breathed a sigh of relief then turned to find his wife now moving the food around her plate. “You watched a guy get jerked off!”
“Um, I, uh…” Jillian refused to look at him.
Brian shook his head confused. “Okay, yeah, but how did you all see this?”
“I have this observation room where I can watch my clients receiving therapy and—”
“And you invite guests!” Brian scoffed.
“No, um, this was a onetime lapse in judgment.” Victoria frowned. “In fact, I don’t think we should be talking about this.”
Brian asked, “What time was this therapy session?”
“Oh, around two,” Jim replied.
“Hold on.” Brian looked to Jillian. “This was right before you came to…” he made quote marks with his fingers, “… visit me.”
“Well, yeah…” She shrugged.
“Exactly how big are we talking?” Brian looked to his brother wide-eyed and waiting.
Jim shrugged then held his hands about a foot and a half apart.
“Holy crap.” Brian cringed. “And this is why you came to visit me at the club?”
“Sort of. I just missed you.”
Brian dropped his napkin on the table. “Let me make sure I have this straight. For the last two months or so, you’ve been pretty much throwing up in my face whenever we have sex.”
“Well…” Jillian looked to Victoria for some support and got nothing.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but since our trip to Vegas the few times that we have done it, each time you’ve run from the bedroom to the bathroom and thrown up.”
“You know I have morning sickness.”
“Morning sickness that seems to happen at all times of the day and only when we are having sex!” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for a reply.
“Um, you know, certain smells trigger—”
“So, now I smell?”
“I didn’t say that. You’re putting words in my mouth.”
Brian took a deep, calming breath. “Okay, so once you saw Mister Monster Cock, then you were magically cured.”
“Um, all right, you could spin it like that, but look on the bright side… we had fun today, didn’t we?”
“Fun?” He looked at her like she was nuts.
“Yeah, it was fun.”
“You used me like I was a balance beam.” Brian jeered. “You nearly broke it off.”
“So you didn’t enjoy yourself?” Jillian turned the corner from apologetic to angry. “You seemed to enjoy yourself. You finished and everything.”
“I faked it.” He folded his arms and shot her a smug look.
“Faked it?”
“Yep, I was in so much pain from you slamming down on it that I had to figure out some way to get it to stop.”
“Ugggh.” Jillian glared at him then her eyes widened. “I knew it. There was no mess. You lied to me.”
“That’s right. I lied, but at least I wasn’t watching some live sex show and using that for inspiration to throw my obviously penis-size-challenged husband a pity screw.”
“A pity screw?” Jillian looked around the room in disbelief.
“That’s right. I’m not big enough for you am I?”
“You’re crazy.” Jillian rolled her eyes.
Jim shrugged. “You are just a grower so…”
“Stay out of this.” Brian glared at him.
“Maybe we should go,” Jim whispered to Victoria.
Grinning, Victoria shook her head. “No way.”
“I just feel so dirty right now.” Brian slumped back in his chair. “I feel like I don’t know you anymore.”
Jillian shot him an exasperated look. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Let’s just change the subject,” Brian grumbled then he took a sip from his wine glass.
“Fine.” Jillian sighed.
The four sat around the table in silence for nearly a minute until Victoria’s eyes brightened and she said casually, “Oh, I spoke to Darla and we think Peter probably has no idea that he’s that big.”
“Who’s Peter?” Brian asked in a condescending tone.
“My new client.”
“That’s what I thought.” Brian let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay, so, how exactly is that changing the subject?”
“Um, we’re no longer talking about whatever happened between you two at the club.”
Brian glared at her. “But you are talking about what led up to the whole incident.”
“Yeah, so…” Victoria looked at him like he was out of his mind.
“Am I the only sane one here?” Brian looked to his brother for support and only got a shrug.
“He was pretty big, dude,” Jim admitted.
“And we’re still talking about it.” Brian scoffed then broke into a chuckle. “Okay, I’m going to excuse myself and go to the bathroom where I will use my normal-sized penis to pee. While I’m gone, why don’t you three take that
opportunity to get this subject fully out of your systems?” He stood and glanced to Victoria then Jim then finally to his wife. “M-kay?”
13
Needless to say, the evening out with friends ended early and neither Jillian nor Brian spoke a word to each other during the short two-block drive home. They also didn’t utter a word as they each got ready for bed. Brian slipped under the covers first, turned on his side facing the wall, and clutched his pillow.
Jillian shut the light off in the bathroom then slid under the covers on her side of the bed. She turned toward him and gazed at the back of his head. Ten minutes later neither of the moping married couple had fallen asleep. He rolled onto his back and gazed up at the ceiling for a few seconds. Sighing, he turned to face Jillian then opened his eyes for only a moment to see that her eyes were closed.
Seconds later she opened her eyes and saw that his were closed. She turned onto her back and took a deep breath. Her hand was down at her side and she could feel the heat coming off his body. She extended her finger and it brushed against the fabric of his boxer shorts.
He looked at her face and saw her eyes were closed then sighed. Turning onto his back, he gazed up at the ceiling with his arm down by his side. Her finger brushed up against his hand and he reached for her. It was electric. Their hearts started pumping furiously and their fingers were intertwined.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“No, I’m sorry.”
They rolled to their sides facing one another and he placed a light kiss on her lips.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too.”
“You know I think you have the perfect penis for me. I don’t want any other.”
“I know.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what gets into me, but when we don’t have our, you know, good sex for like a long time I start to lose my mind.”
“I know. I miss us too.”
“And I really don’t like you watching guys with huge penises get handjobs,” he said in a slightly whiny, yet adorable voice.
“I won’t do it again. I promise.” She kissed him. “The woman doing it was really hot, though.”
“Well, I do like watching gorgeous women give handjobs.” He shrugged. “So, maybe next time you’ll invite me too.”
“I would have this time, but there wasn’t really time to call you.”
