Tim’s Tiny Tool: SPH Fun

Tim’s Tiny Tool: SPH Fun

Hello, naughty ones. It’s time for another one of my very naughty confessions. And this time, I thought I’d tell you about a guy I dated for a while and how he helped me discover I’m into small penis humiliation (SPH). You see, after my divorce, I had almost given up on finding love again. But then I met Tim, a man who seemed perfect in every way. However, our romantic journey took an unexpected turn when we became intimate and I saw Tim’s tiny tool for the first time.

I remember we’d gone to the movies with friends earlier that day. And I decided to surprise Tim with a blowjob as he drove us back to his place for the night. So I teased him at red lights by kissing him passionately, whispering naughty things in his ear, and massaging his crotch. But I had to bite my lip to stifle a belly laugh after I reached into his pants and pulled out his cock.

Tim’s tiny tool was rock hard.

However, it was shorter than my index finger and not much thicker. And when I considered the fact that Tim’s cock was even smaller when it was soft, I quickly put it in my mouth to keep from laughing in his face.

I made him come in less than five minutes. And no, I’m not bragging about my sexual prowess. I’m just stating facts. He was turned on, and there wasn’t a lot to work with. I only needed to use my index finger and thumb to handle Tim’s tiny tool.

In terms of reciprocating, Tim did an OK job of eating my pussy when we got to his place. But missionary sex? Doggy style? Me on top? Forget about it. I could barely feel him inside me, let alone come. Tim, however, did come again. And bully for him!

Initially, I tried to overlook Tim’s shortcomings – pun intended – and be sympathetic. After all, he couldn’t help the fact that he was born with a tiny cock. And maybe he didn’t want to go the surgical route to try and make it bigger. But as time went on, and Tim continued to underwhelm me sexually, I became less understanding.

I was tired of having to use toys in order to have an orgasm whenever we had sex. And eventually, my frustration grew to the point where I couldn’t pretend that I wasn’t fed up with Tim’s tiny tool any longer.
“That’s it?” I blurted while Tim frantically fucked my ass. “You know, I’d get more pleasure from your tongue and fingers, seeing as how they’re bigger than your little cocklette.”

Then, something utterly unexpected happened.

Instead of getting angry or embarrassed by my biting remarks, Tim seemed to be turned on by my mockery. It was as if the ridicule fueled his desire to please me.

He flipped me over and proceeded to use his tiny cock to tease my nipples and clit until they were hard. Then he ate my pussy and ass with new determination. And it didn’t take long for me to realize that I was strangely turned on by this bizarre situation as well.

Now I can be a smartass and downright mean when pushed. But I drew the line at sexually humiliating romantic partners no matter how angry I was with them. However, the more I made fun of Tim’s tiny tool, the more exhilarating our intimacy became. In fact, I lost count of how many times that man made me come that night.

Our sex life did a 180 within minutes, thanks to my brutal honesty.

So I decided to crank things up a notch a few days later. I’d been edging Tim for hours while I, on the other hand, had enjoyed several orgasms, courtesy of his mouth and cocklette that he’d learned to use more effectively.

I looked at my watch with a mischievous grin forming on my face. “All right, mister. You’ve got 60 seconds.” I said playfully. “Sixty seconds to shoot your load wherever you want, or you’re just going to have to deal with blue balls for the rest of the week.”

Tim’s eyes widened with a mix of excitement and surprise as I counted the seconds. “Tick-tock, Tim,” I teased, watching his face flush with a mixture of anticipation and determination during the countdown.

“Ready or not, here it comes!” Tim gasped, simultaneously pumping his little cocklette and fondling my breasts.

I laughed heartily as cum shot out of Tim’s tiny tool and landed on my face 58 seconds into the countdown. “Aww… is that all you’ve got in your little cocklette for me today?”

I never would have thought that Tim’s cocklette would become such a unique source of pleasure and excitement in my life. But thanks to Tim, I discovered a new dimension of intimacy that defied convention and expectation. It just goes to show that laughter can be an unexpectedly powerful aphrodisiac.

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Alyssa

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