A pindick who wanted to fuck me badly, and knew he never could, made an interesting proposition: he knew I am a size queen, and he wanted some sort of sexual attention from me, so he proposed to be a procurer of huge cocks for me.
I'd complained to him about the hassle of getting to the point of undressing a man, only to find that he doesn't have the necessary equipment. If I have to, I will walk away from a situation like that with a snicker and halfhearted apology, but I would rather avoid such situations all together.
I accepted his offer on a trial basis. We set a date for Friday night, and I told him I'd meet him at his house. I set down the rules right up front - he would have no sexual contact with me, unless I offered it, and most likely that was not going to happen, so he should go into the situation without any expectations of sex with me. He assured me he would never expect that I'd have any interest, pity or obligation to a pindick like himself, and that it would be an honor just to be present and watch me being satisfied by an adequate cock. I told him how I wanted it - he would sit in a chair by the bed, about 3 feet away, and be permitted to touch and fondle his tiny penis while he watched me getting fucked, but he would not be allowed to talk unless spoken to first. He would be there as an observer only. He agreed that this is what he'd envisioned as well.
The night arrived, and I waited at his house while we went to pick up my "date". I heard the keys in the door and turned to see what he'd brought for me. A well-built man in his late 30's entered through the door, trailed by the pindick. I smiled and curled my finger at him ('come here, let me inspect you') and he walked over and stood in front of me. He must have been warned of the kind of woman I am, because he didn't put on any macho front, or try to impress me - he just stood and waited for his inspection.
I instructed the pindick to come over and stand in front of me as well, and to unzip my date's zipper, reach inside and take out his cock, so I could see how well he did with his first procurement. The cock he extracted was more than semi-erect, and already about 7.5" long, and sufficiently thick. He'd done well! We hadn't talked about him doing this, but I suddenly had the urge to watch the pindick fluff my date for me. "Get down on your knees and make his cock fully hard. Use your hands."
The pindick's eyes widened for just a moment - he hadn't expected to be used in this way - but he obediently knelt down in front of my date, reached up and started feeling the huge cock through his pants. "You know why you're down on your knees like this, don't you?" I said to him. "Yes, Ma'am," he said. "Tell me why," I demanded. "Because I'm not a man. Because I've got a tiny peepee. Because the only sex I'll ever have with you is servicing your lovers and cleaning you after - if you let me."
"Good," I replied. "I'm glad you understand." I told him to undo the zipper - I wanted to see what was inside. He reached inside and I could see him grasping the cock and trying to extract it from the zipperhole, but it wouldn't fit. "Hurry up, undo his button and take it out - I want to see. Now"
He did as instructed, and finally it was out. It was huge. He'd done well on his first assignment. This cock was easily 9 1/2" long, and proportionately thick. It was the type of cock I fantasize about, and hope every man has inside his pants when I'm about to become intimate with him. It stuck straight out, a stiff, thick-veined cock with a pink swollen fleshy head. It curved slightly up - perfect for g-spot stimulation. I wanted it immediately, but also wanted to see the pindick wrap his lips around it.
I grasped the cock by the base, and my date moaned a bit. I put my other hand on the back of the pindick's head, and eased it slowly forward. "Open your mouth. Stick our your tongue." He did as he was told. I touched the head of the huge, swollen cock to his tongue, then took it away. "You want this, pindick?"
"Mmmmmmmm, yes please," he replied.
"Why?"
"Because I want to please you, and because my cock is so small. This is the only way I can please you, by getting this cock ready to fuck you. Plus...it's so huge!!"
I smiled. "Yes it is, pindick. Yes it is. Get it ready for me." I pushed his mouth forward a bit more, still holding the cock by the base, and slid the whole head inside. The pindick had to stretch his mouth very wide to accomodate such a huge cockhead.
I stroked the long stiff shaft while the pindick worked on the cockhead, looking up at me for approval. My date slowly pumped his hips back and forth, sliding more and more of his huge cock into the pindick's mouth with each thrust. After a few minutes the thrusting became faster and harder, and I decided he was ready.
They followed me into the bedroom, where I'd set up the chair in the position I wanted it. It was a highback chair, a diningroom type chair, and I pointed at it. "Sit down, there," I told the pindick. He sat. "Now, unzip your pants. I'm sure you'll have no problem taking your cock out of the zipperhole. Not like him," I pointed at my date, pointed at his cock, actually. That was really all I was interested in. I didn't want to get to know him, have breakfast with him tomorrow, I just wanted that cock. I was about to take it, too.
The pindick took out his tiny penis, wrapped his thumb and forefinger around it, and began to stroke it. "Wait!,"I shouted, "I didn't tell you to stroke it yet, did I? I don't want you to finish before I even get this huge cock inside me. Put your hands at your sides. Now." He complied - of course.
Now that I had the pindick positioned where I wanted him, it was time to take what I really wanted. "Take off your clothes," I told my date. "Strip for me." I climed up on the bed and watched as he slid off his pants and boxers, unbuttoned his shirt and displayed his handsome physique. He really did have a nice body, but that was inconsequential. All I cared about was the 9 1/2" massive cock between his legs. The rest of his body could be a disaster for all I care (think 'Ron Jeremy', guys). "Now come up here on the bed with me. Lay on your back. I want to fuck your cock."
He sat on the bed, and laid down. His cock was at a 45 degree angle to his belly. It spanned his lower abdomen, extending over his navel. I straddled his thighs and took his cock into my hands. Hands. I know you pindicks don't know what it's like to have a woman have to use two hands to hold your cock, but it is necessary with a cock like this. Two fisted love indeed.
I held it in my hands and aimed it so the head was pointed toward the ceiling. I bent my head down and rubbed the head of his cock against my lips. A lot of guys enjoy having a woman look up at them, look into their eyes while they're getting their cock sucked. But I couldn't take my eyes off this cock. When I took it in my mouth and could no longer see it, I turned my head sideways and watched myself in the mirror, using two hands, my lips, my tongue, my throat, to handle this huge cock.
In my peripheral vision I could see the pindick, his tiny peepee sticking straight up in his lap, wriggling and fidgeting and moaning softly in his pindick chair. I took the cock out of my mouth for a moment and told him, "Go ahead, you can play with your little peepee now. But you don't get to cum before we do..."
Installment 2 to be posted soon....