Small Dick Humiliation Party: You’re Pathetic And Puny ♕

It was another night out with the girls

This time, Brenda said, we were going to do something a little different: a small dick humiliation party with one guest, and we were the hosts. I ask what’s the catch. “No catch,” Brenda says, “the guy asked to be humiliated.” We’re at Brenda’s house, in leather black corsets and black heels sipping wine when a knock comes at the door. “Come in!” Brenda shouts, and a man walks in. He looks a lot like my ex-husband but says his name is Alan. He works downtown for a bank.

Your average, normal-looking guy, but his shoulders were broad and he looked like he worked out, so I assumed his cock was going to be just as meaty. After exchanging niceties, he drops his pants and it is the smallest dick I’ve ever seen. You would think it was cold, and when I asked him if it was, he said it was hard already. Brenda, Jerica, and I burst out laughing. The man hung his head in shame. If he had come here to get humiliated, that was definitely what was going to happen. We tie up Alan by his wrists above his head.

I wondered if Alan knew this will be his small dick humiliation party

We took turns playing with it. Touching it. Squeezing it. It looked like a baby carrot. Brenda put her whole mouth over it, and even though Jerica pushed her face into his stomach she just couldn’t get it down her throat. There was no gag reflex. No choking. To punish him, I stepped in and whipped his tiny baby carrot cock until it turned red. “How do you please your wife with that tiny dick?” Jerica mocked as she rubbed her huge bare tits into his face, “Aren’t you ashamed?” He sobbed into her cleavage. “Yes, I’m ashamed,” he cried. Brenda pressed the sharp tip of her stiletto into his balls. “Please! Please!” he cried, his pathetic cock throbbing, “this is humiliating.”

Brenda backed her ass up onto it and was grinding her pussy against his hips. “You think that’s humiliating? I can’t even feel it against my clit,” she giggled as tears streamed down his face, “banker huh? You think you deserve this pussy, Alan, with a small dick like that?” She gets up off of him and it’s my turn, at last. With my finger and thumb, I jerk him off into my hand, egging him on as he grunts with pleasure. His body jerks and he cums a pathetically small amount of hot goo into my palm. “That’s it?” I ask, looking up at him with the most disappointed eyes. “I’m sorry, mistress. That’s all I ever do.” He says. “Pathetic,” I say, and wipe it all over his face, “With such a small dick, you could at least produce more cum for such quality women.”

We let Alan cry for a few more minutes

And then it was over. We laughed about it. “The next time we punish some upscale prick like that,” I said to Brenda as I left, “make sure he at least has a prick!”