Disordered memories... my girlfriend had a photo of me naked on her phone, where my cock seemed like the cock of her youngest nephew. Several times her domination consisted in threatening to show it to all her friends and I was already there, obeying her whims, sometimes sexual and others just for comfort. My feelings were crossing over, but I had to accept with shame that I got really hot when she treated me this way and the idea of her friends seeing my cock, laughing at my cock in reality, excited me in a confusing way.
One afternoon, I was preparing coffee and arranging some pastries on a plate, waiting for her sister who was going through a bad time with one of her boyfriends. My girlfriend appeared from the window door that connected to the patio and with joy, almost laughing, told me she had shown my cock photo to her sister. I turned pale but also got hard. Brenda, my girlfriend, grabbed my arm as if we were taking a walk and with sweetness reminded me that her sister was sad and wanted to lift her spirits by showing her something funny. My brain filled up with her words but the images were of her sister's booty on Christmas morning, putting on some tight pants that looked like a tattoo, in her sister when Vivian together and getting up for breakfast in pajamas but without a bra, although I was sitting at the table.
My girlfriend is beautiful but her sister multiplies it as if their parents took extra care with each one to make them better.
Brenda's hand interrupted my fantastic ideas by resting on my pants. She wondered with malice if I had gotten hot, disarming any possibility of anger.
The doorbell rang, Vivian arrived and we all went our separate ways, they took coffee and ate pastries while I was taken over by anxiety and ended up masturbating in the bathroom, then looking for distraction in reading, although my heart kept accelerating because I could hear them talking. Some of them passed by the bathroom on their way. My girlfriend tells me at night that her sister is staying to eat, and I should ask for something, and as if it were a spring, I stop and start looking. I have the phone in my hand and Tatiana enters through the window door and sits down on the living room sofa, and they're not telling me yet what the order costs, which I see like my girlfriend takes wine from the fridge and brings it to the table with two cups. I'm scared of hanging up. I don't know if her sister notices but my girlfriend disappeared and a dominant woman took her place, experienced in making them obey.
-Veni- says nothing more, and I walk over there like a puppy, stop next to the table and look at the floor, afraid they'll see I'm hot.
We were going to go out for something but we felt tired, do you want to serve us like you're our waiter? asks my girlfriend, and I answer something without all the letters, which sounds weird.
Say it again, insists Brenda, my girlfriend, and I repeat yes, I'll serve them. I turn around to go back to the kitchen, but she says -no dress-. I can feel her sister's silence and she can feel my nerves when without looking at them I take off my pants and pull them out by the feet, the shirt and with the clothes all bunched up I ask -satisfied- and leave, this time without waiting for an answer.
I wait for the delivery as an excuse not to think about being naked, that I'm going to attend my girlfriend and her sister like a waiter. I'm hard and even though she's small, she has it very hard. I get dressed without them seeing me to receive the empanadas but barely return to the kitchen I undress. This time, my dick is small. I arrange the empanadas on two plates, look for napkins and add a knife. I'm nervous, try to calm myself down with my fingers but can't stop it. Finally, I face them and just see them sitting there laughing, feeling like they're getting smaller. I put the plates on the table and stand completely naked. I have no shame. body, at 38 years old and running three times a week keeps me quite well, but that tormented body highlights my small cock more strongly. Tatiana's gaze is direct and she lets out a laugh, then apologizes and covers her face as she looks at her sister. Brenda bites into an empanada, between teeth says, or so I can translate, it's a little girl, and the two eat and chat like that, about my small cock, men, how women end up, my small cock. I'm always standing there and the worst part is, I don't try to leave, I'm not bored. There's a lot to do, I serve drinks, grab napkins, go and put on music, but I always end up standing next to the table again. I also get myself to look at Tatiana and sometimes Brenda. They know very well that my girlfriend under the sweater has a green bra that shows her nipples and her thong is the same color. Her sister doesn't stop imagining herself getting dressed to come over, choosing that simple dress from all the ones she has, almost undressed with the black bloomers, which I can see when she crosses her legs back and forth.
They finish eating and I clear the table, even staying a bit in the kitchen washing and making coffee to delay the end of the night. I prepare everything, when I get back to them I do it more calmly although they stay silent when I arrive and stare directly at my cock. My sister-in-law asks Brenda if she's ever measured me with a ruler and her sister answers without looking away from me that she has 2.5 cm, but is obedient like a little dog adds and the two laugh.
Another coffee, just a few minutes pass and Tatiana says she's leaving, that she wants to see me a lot and that she's forgotten sadness. They hug and repeat how much they want each other. I move aside so they can pass and my sister-in-law gives me a kiss on the cheek, calls me brother-in-law laughing, and leaves with my girlfriend.
I sit down on the couch feeling nervous, excited, with my small cock making little jerks as she's leaving. Getting hard. I'm jacking off, eyes closed, a bit like an act of rebellion. Brenda returns, I hear the door and her steps, turn off the light but don't stop. My fingers rise and fall on my cock. -What a little more tiny wimp- she blows sweetly in my ear and presses a soft, still warm cloth against my face. I speed up the masturbation. She squeezes harder against my face until she puts her underwear in my mouth, a taste of perfume and salt until I finish. I feel like she's cleaning me, she stops and turns on the light. I'm surprised to see her dressed, holding her sister's black panties in her hand.
One afternoon, I was preparing coffee and arranging some pastries on a plate, waiting for her sister who was going through a bad time with one of her boyfriends. My girlfriend appeared from the window door that connected to the patio and with joy, almost laughing, told me she had shown my cock photo to her sister. I turned pale but also got hard. Brenda, my girlfriend, grabbed my arm as if we were taking a walk and with sweetness reminded me that her sister was sad and wanted to lift her spirits by showing her something funny. My brain filled up with her words but the images were of her sister's booty on Christmas morning, putting on some tight pants that looked like a tattoo, in her sister when Vivian together and getting up for breakfast in pajamas but without a bra, although I was sitting at the table.
My girlfriend is beautiful but her sister multiplies it as if their parents took extra care with each one to make them better.
Brenda's hand interrupted my fantastic ideas by resting on my pants. She wondered with malice if I had gotten hot, disarming any possibility of anger.
The doorbell rang, Vivian arrived and we all went our separate ways, they took coffee and ate pastries while I was taken over by anxiety and ended up masturbating in the bathroom, then looking for distraction in reading, although my heart kept accelerating because I could hear them talking. Some of them passed by the bathroom on their way. My girlfriend tells me at night that her sister is staying to eat, and I should ask for something, and as if it were a spring, I stop and start looking. I have the phone in my hand and Tatiana enters through the window door and sits down on the living room sofa, and they're not telling me yet what the order costs, which I see like my girlfriend takes wine from the fridge and brings it to the table with two cups. I'm scared of hanging up. I don't know if her sister notices but my girlfriend disappeared and a dominant woman took her place, experienced in making them obey.
-Veni- says nothing more, and I walk over there like a puppy, stop next to the table and look at the floor, afraid they'll see I'm hot.
We were going to go out for something but we felt tired, do you want to serve us like you're our waiter? asks my girlfriend, and I answer something without all the letters, which sounds weird.
Say it again, insists Brenda, my girlfriend, and I repeat yes, I'll serve them. I turn around to go back to the kitchen, but she says -no dress-. I can feel her sister's silence and she can feel my nerves when without looking at them I take off my pants and pull them out by the feet, the shirt and with the clothes all bunched up I ask -satisfied- and leave, this time without waiting for an answer.
I wait for the delivery as an excuse not to think about being naked, that I'm going to attend my girlfriend and her sister like a waiter. I'm hard and even though she's small, she has it very hard. I get dressed without them seeing me to receive the empanadas but barely return to the kitchen I undress. This time, my dick is small. I arrange the empanadas on two plates, look for napkins and add a knife. I'm nervous, try to calm myself down with my fingers but can't stop it. Finally, I face them and just see them sitting there laughing, feeling like they're getting smaller. I put the plates on the table and stand completely naked. I have no shame. body, at 38 years old and running three times a week keeps me quite well, but that tormented body highlights my small cock more strongly. Tatiana's gaze is direct and she lets out a laugh, then apologizes and covers her face as she looks at her sister. Brenda bites into an empanada, between teeth says, or so I can translate, it's a little girl, and the two eat and chat like that, about my small cock, men, how women end up, my small cock. I'm always standing there and the worst part is, I don't try to leave, I'm not bored. There's a lot to do, I serve drinks, grab napkins, go and put on music, but I always end up standing next to the table again. I also get myself to look at Tatiana and sometimes Brenda. They know very well that my girlfriend under the sweater has a green bra that shows her nipples and her thong is the same color. Her sister doesn't stop imagining herself getting dressed to come over, choosing that simple dress from all the ones she has, almost undressed with the black bloomers, which I can see when she crosses her legs back and forth.
They finish eating and I clear the table, even staying a bit in the kitchen washing and making coffee to delay the end of the night. I prepare everything, when I get back to them I do it more calmly although they stay silent when I arrive and stare directly at my cock. My sister-in-law asks Brenda if she's ever measured me with a ruler and her sister answers without looking away from me that she has 2.5 cm, but is obedient like a little dog adds and the two laugh.
Another coffee, just a few minutes pass and Tatiana says she's leaving, that she wants to see me a lot and that she's forgotten sadness. They hug and repeat how much they want each other. I move aside so they can pass and my sister-in-law gives me a kiss on the cheek, calls me brother-in-law laughing, and leaves with my girlfriend.
I sit down on the couch feeling nervous, excited, with my small cock making little jerks as she's leaving. Getting hard. I'm jacking off, eyes closed, a bit like an act of rebellion. Brenda returns, I hear the door and her steps, turn off the light but don't stop. My fingers rise and fall on my cock. -What a little more tiny wimp- she blows sweetly in my ear and presses a soft, still warm cloth against my face. I speed up the masturbation. She squeezes harder against my face until she puts her underwear in my mouth, a taste of perfume and salt until I finish. I feel like she's cleaning me, she stops and turns on the light. I'm surprised to see her dressed, holding her sister's black panties in her hand.
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