The Amazing Short-Dicked Man - Sex Stories

The Amazing Short-Dicked Man

... and her ankles crossed behind her neck, just like she had done for me.

Walt quickly climbed into bed with her, and inserted the tip of his long dick up into her vaginal entrance, and slid it all the way into her sloppy seconds vagina. And he began thrusting away for what seemed like five or six minutes, before he ejaculated inside her birth canal to eventually bring their intercourse to an end.

As for me, I just stood there quietly at the foot of the bed and watched the magnificent Walt in action, while he was happily fucking--and ultimately fertilizing--my girlfriend's vagina in front of me.

Walt stayed coupled-up with Snow, as he told her, "Well, that was a breath of fresh air, now wasn't it? We've got to fuck in this position again sometime. Talk about a unique experience that my wife could never give me! Snow, this is the kind of thing that makes you worth every penny to me."

And Snow replied, "Why, thank you, Walt. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. After all, that's what I'm here for. And you're not just a client to me. You're my favorite client. So for an additional $500.00 cash, I'll let you do something with me that no other client has ever done before. And it will be even more exciting for you, because you'll be doing it right in front of my boyfriend."

"You're not talking about fucking you in the ass, are you? Because I'd pay you double that amount for an experience like that."

"No, Walt. My asshole is definitely off-limits to any penises out ...

... there--including yours. You know that. But I'm talking about something even more intimate and special than anal intercourse. Any hundred-dollar-a-night street walker out there would let you fuck them in the ass. All you have to do is ask them.

"Instead, what I'm talking about is letting you kiss me on the lips and stick your tongue in my mouth, so that we can exchange saliva. I'm talking letting you actually make love to me, Walt, just like you would with your own wife, instead of just having sex with me--if you're interested, that is. Otherwise, just go ahead and pull out of me, and don't worry about it."

"Are you kidding me?" Walt said to Snow. "I've been dreaming about this ever since I met you."

And then I saw Walt, who was still coupled-up with Snow in that weird contortionist body position of hers, lean over and give my girlfriend a very long French-kiss. The kiss itself was so passionate and heart-felt that it lasted nearly as long as their just-completed intercourse had.

And I was so envious of Walt at that moment, that I just stood there fuming. I wanted the person who Snow was exchanging her tongue and her saliva with to be me--and not one of her clients. As far as I was concerned, my girlfriend had stepped way over the line again.

But this time, it was even worse, because Snow had done it for money. At least, when she was French-kissing Sal, the limo driver, during her little "extravaganza" in the back office of the bar last night, there was no exchange of ...