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Another attempt at a very short story. Fetish of mine...but making a lot of the backstory up! I've written before and this follows a similar theme (male penis growth, female temporary penis fetish) but ran out of time and never finished! Here it goes.
Part I
My name is Wilson. I run a local hedge fund in Atlanta. I guess you could say that I am a pretty big deal: making a little more than one million per year, live in a gorgeous 6,000 SF house, beautiful wife, two young children. One thing that sucks though, hiding behind all this local fame, corner office, perfectly tailored expensive suits, and lavish sports cars- is my averagely small penis. You see, when I was in my early 30s, I married Rachel. Rachel was hot. Really hot. We met in college, back when I was still really fit and muscular and my 5 inch hard cock was enough to make her happy with all the other things (money!) that I had to offer. We got married, had kids, and like every other relationship, the sex began to slow down. I immediately thought that my wife desired something bigger. Something else. She had only ever been with me. Was that the reason or had we just grown apart? Bottom line, I wasn't getting any and desperately needed attention.
I had never cheated before, but some single friends had mentioned that it might be good for me to have someone else play with my cock to provide some kind of a spark. It was only human to try something new after only having one partner for so long.
So about two weeks ago, I took a friend up on his offer. He set me up with this "magical" fourty-something year old MILF who would apparently change my life. She had changed his and assured me that I had nothing to lose and that everything would remain confidential. Her name was Sam and I was to meet her at 7:00 at a hole in the wall bar called The Moth. I knew who she was right when I walked in the place! She stood up to greet me, towering over me in her 4-inch heels, white pedicured toes, tight mini skirt exposing a marvelous set of legs that you would find at some kind of an FBB fitness competition. I am only 5'10, and her sexy dominant frame was immediately unsettling to me, no matter how hot she was. She smiled and shook my hand, her bright white teeth and light pink lipstick made her tanned skin tone appear the perfect shade of light brown.
Sam and I shared a brief icebreaker moment as I started to explain to her the reason for our meeting. While she knew she was hired to please me sexually, it wasn't Sam's style to just fuck- she liked to get to know her clients and only had a few regulars. I was her 5th. She only took recommendations by word of mouth. Steven, my friend who referred me, wouldnt provide too much detail on what Sam was like. I only know that ever since he had his initial meeting with her, he had been a totally different guy. Happier; More confident; Having more sex, or at least that's what he told me.
I told Sam that I was happily married, but not currently sexually active. I told her about my penis and how it used to get a lot of attention and now mostly stayed in its 3.6 inch flaccid state. It rarely grew to its full potential of 5.4 inches, which she echoed was indeed totally average. After ordering a few cocktails and talking, Sam and I consolidated to her car where she then drove me to her townhouse in Abernathy. What happened next was the weirdest thing that had ever happened to me.
Sam sat me down in her living room and made me a vodka soda. While preparing my drink, she had me undress myself. I obliged, nervously anticipating what she would say about my small and thin flaccid cock. She was very professional when she finally put her eyes upon my naked body and smiled. "How cute" I remember her saying to me. Sam walked over and handed me the cocktail. She was still clothed, but had unbuttoned the top button of her top which gave me the first glance at her tits. Larger and perkier than my wife's, my dick started to grow as we clinged our glasses together to cheers the act we were about to partake in.
As I took a long sip of my drink, and as my dick continued to expand towards my full 5 inch potential, I suddenly felt my heart beat slow. I looked down, and what was a growing cock in front of a gorgeous woman was now slowly getting smaller! I gasped as my semi slowly shriveled back to my normal flaccid state...then continued to shrivel. When it was finally done happening, I had what looked to be an oversized clit with two normal hanging balls. Did she put something in my drink? What the fuck just happened? Before I could yell or speak or let alone do anything, Sam was on her knees in front of me sucking whatever I had left. She was moaning heavily as her tongue slipped in and out of her mouth engulfing my entire crotch area, or whatever you want to call whatever she made for me down there. But God it felt amazing. I quickly forgot what has happened to me and let the feeling take over me. I began panting, breathing heavier and heavier as I got harder and harder. I was standing proud at 2 inches as I finally let lose and came. It felt like semen was shooting out of me but I'm not sure anything came out. Did this happen to my friend Steven? Did he shrink too? What the fuck happens now?
When I came to, still naked, sams naked body was still In front of me. She grinned from ear to ear. "You thought your dick was small and that's why your wife didn't want you anymore?" she had asked me. She laughed. "What would she think of you now?" I literally just stared at her, having no idea what to think. My heart sank as I cursed Steven under my breath. How could he do this to me. Did he set me up? What the fuck was in my vodka?? Was Sam some kind of a witch? All these thoughts went through my mind.
Then, she said "are you ready for phase II big boy?"
Part I
My name is Wilson. I run a local hedge fund in Atlanta. I guess you could say that I am a pretty big deal: making a little more than one million per year, live in a gorgeous 6,000 SF house, beautiful wife, two young children. One thing that sucks though, hiding behind all this local fame, corner office, perfectly tailored expensive suits, and lavish sports cars- is my averagely small penis. You see, when I was in my early 30s, I married Rachel. Rachel was hot. Really hot. We met in college, back when I was still really fit and muscular and my 5 inch hard cock was enough to make her happy with all the other things (money!) that I had to offer. We got married, had kids, and like every other relationship, the sex began to slow down. I immediately thought that my wife desired something bigger. Something else. She had only ever been with me. Was that the reason or had we just grown apart? Bottom line, I wasn't getting any and desperately needed attention.
I had never cheated before, but some single friends had mentioned that it might be good for me to have someone else play with my cock to provide some kind of a spark. It was only human to try something new after only having one partner for so long.
So about two weeks ago, I took a friend up on his offer. He set me up with this "magical" fourty-something year old MILF who would apparently change my life. She had changed his and assured me that I had nothing to lose and that everything would remain confidential. Her name was Sam and I was to meet her at 7:00 at a hole in the wall bar called The Moth. I knew who she was right when I walked in the place! She stood up to greet me, towering over me in her 4-inch heels, white pedicured toes, tight mini skirt exposing a marvelous set of legs that you would find at some kind of an FBB fitness competition. I am only 5'10, and her sexy dominant frame was immediately unsettling to me, no matter how hot she was. She smiled and shook my hand, her bright white teeth and light pink lipstick made her tanned skin tone appear the perfect shade of light brown.
Sam and I shared a brief icebreaker moment as I started to explain to her the reason for our meeting. While she knew she was hired to please me sexually, it wasn't Sam's style to just fuck- she liked to get to know her clients and only had a few regulars. I was her 5th. She only took recommendations by word of mouth. Steven, my friend who referred me, wouldnt provide too much detail on what Sam was like. I only know that ever since he had his initial meeting with her, he had been a totally different guy. Happier; More confident; Having more sex, or at least that's what he told me.
I told Sam that I was happily married, but not currently sexually active. I told her about my penis and how it used to get a lot of attention and now mostly stayed in its 3.6 inch flaccid state. It rarely grew to its full potential of 5.4 inches, which she echoed was indeed totally average. After ordering a few cocktails and talking, Sam and I consolidated to her car where she then drove me to her townhouse in Abernathy. What happened next was the weirdest thing that had ever happened to me.
Sam sat me down in her living room and made me a vodka soda. While preparing my drink, she had me undress myself. I obliged, nervously anticipating what she would say about my small and thin flaccid cock. She was very professional when she finally put her eyes upon my naked body and smiled. "How cute" I remember her saying to me. Sam walked over and handed me the cocktail. She was still clothed, but had unbuttoned the top button of her top which gave me the first glance at her tits. Larger and perkier than my wife's, my dick started to grow as we clinged our glasses together to cheers the act we were about to partake in.
As I took a long sip of my drink, and as my dick continued to expand towards my full 5 inch potential, I suddenly felt my heart beat slow. I looked down, and what was a growing cock in front of a gorgeous woman was now slowly getting smaller! I gasped as my semi slowly shriveled back to my normal flaccid state...then continued to shrivel. When it was finally done happening, I had what looked to be an oversized clit with two normal hanging balls. Did she put something in my drink? What the fuck just happened? Before I could yell or speak or let alone do anything, Sam was on her knees in front of me sucking whatever I had left. She was moaning heavily as her tongue slipped in and out of her mouth engulfing my entire crotch area, or whatever you want to call whatever she made for me down there. But God it felt amazing. I quickly forgot what has happened to me and let the feeling take over me. I began panting, breathing heavier and heavier as I got harder and harder. I was standing proud at 2 inches as I finally let lose and came. It felt like semen was shooting out of me but I'm not sure anything came out. Did this happen to my friend Steven? Did he shrink too? What the fuck happens now?
When I came to, still naked, sams naked body was still In front of me. She grinned from ear to ear. "You thought your dick was small and that's why your wife didn't want you anymore?" she had asked me. She laughed. "What would she think of you now?" I literally just stared at her, having no idea what to think. My heart sank as I cursed Steven under my breath. How could he do this to me. Did he set me up? What the fuck was in my vodka?? Was Sam some kind of a witch? All these thoughts went through my mind.
Then, she said "are you ready for phase II big boy?"