The Amazing Short-Dicked Man - Sex Stories

The Amazing Short-Dicked Man

... me, while she was still lying on her back on top of the sofa with her legs spread apart, and with Sal's freshly-ejaculated sperm slowly oozing out of her vaginal entrance, and she said to me, "Henry, I know you overheard all that, but I really do love you. You're still my Number 1 boyfriend. It's just that, from now on, you're going to have to share me with Sal every so often. You don't mind, do you?"

I just glared at Mel with my mouth hanging wide-open in total disbelief.

And the only thought on my mind at that moment was,

Snow White my ass! This fucking evil witch bitch should be calling herself Maleficent!

Come on, baby," Mel said to me, when I didn't answer her previous question. "Don't be such a Debbie Downer about everything? It's all good. You can go ahead and fuck me right now, if you want. I'm sure Sal won't mind, would you, Sal?"

"No, ma'am, I sure won't," Sal quickly replied. He was now nearly fully-clothed and sitting in my office chair. And he was leaning back in the chair, like it was his office, while he was busy staring at my girlfriend's virtually naked, splayed-out body on the sofa across the room.

I still just stood there with my spermed-in underwear sticking to my crotch, as I kept glaring at Mel without saying one word to her.

Then I finally turned my back on Mel, unlocked the office door, and walked out of the office into the main bar area.

And on my way out of the office I heard Sal ask Mel, "What the ...

... heck's

his

problem?"

And I heard her calmly reply to him, "Oh, it's nothing really. He'll get over it. So would you please lick my little

panocha

clean, before I get dressed? Oh, wait a minute. Let me take my panties off first. There. That's much better. Would you like my dirty panties as a souvenir of tonight?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am. I sure would. I will cherish them always, and I promise never to wash them. And it would be an honor to lick your lovely

panocha

clean,

señorita

," Sal said to her.

And although I didn't look back towards the office, judging from Mel's "oohs" and "ahhs" vocalizations that I suddenly heard coming from the office, I assumed that Sal was busy lapping away at her creampied pussy, like a dog at a water bowl.

And if I could hear Mel's loud sexual vocalizations, I knew that my customers in the crowded bar could hear them too.

Any decent human being would have taken a moment to close the office door first, before continuing to have sex. But not Mel--I mean, Maleficent.

I thought the whole thing was pretty damn disgusting. And I seriously considered being a no-show for tomorrow night's "festivities" with Walt. But it was going the be the big debut for my dick, and the money was just too good for me to pass up on the offer, even if I had to deal with Sal again afterwards.

I truly felt like a lab rat in an inescapable trap. All I could really do at this point was to make the best of a bad situation, and hope that it didn't get too much ...