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If only you had a big dick…

Here is a fond memory of one of our little-dicked pets who we lovingly nicknamed “Daddy.”

It was a long day at the law office and I could not wait to get home, kick off my stilettos and sip my Starbucks and just relax.

As soon as I put my key in the door, I heard my phone ring.

“Hey, it’s me. Can you do a two girl phone sex call?” Princess Rissa asked quickly as soon as I answered the phone.

“Of course.”

“He has a tiny cock and we’re really gonna fuck with him,” she giggled. Marissa deals with a lot of little dicked men and they usually come crawling back for more, but her wicked little giggle told me that this guy was really in for it.

When my fellow blonde dominatrix introduced us, I could tell from his voice that he was trembling, which made me laugh. I could also hear a porno in the background.

“Turn that shit off,” Rissa ordered him, “You’re talking to two femdoms and you have a fucking vanilla porno going? I don’t think so.”

Marissa was well-equipped to be a hot little cock tease schoolgirl princess, armed with a short, pleated schoolgirl skirt and a white button-up skirt that was tied in a knot underneath her boobs, which were all hiked up with her light pink push-up demi bra for that extra cock-teasing factor.

“Too bad our ‘Daddy’ has a little dick,” Rissa whispered, sliding up into his lap, moving her hips around in a circle, right on his so-called boner.

“Aww… He does?” I joined right in with the taunting.

“Come on, Kellie,” Marissa cut right to the chase, “Like you couldn’t tell by the sound of his trembling, little voice.”

“I’m wearing a short, heather gray charcoal skirt with a slit up the back… Black thigh-highs with seams up the back and a maroon blazer with a cream colored camisole underneath,” I informed our hard-dicked man.

Marissa pushed him on his back and started to unbutton his shirt, teasingly kissing down his chest, just to make more blood flow to that little penis. She put my hand on his zipper and smiled at me. We both stared with bated breath at just how small he would turn out to be. I worked my red painted fingernails across his tummy and thighs, smiling at him.

That’s when Princess ‘Rissa stood in front of him and raised up her short skirt, revealing her delicious little mound, only covered by a tiny white cotton thong. I slid behind her and started to rub on her pretty pussy right through those panties, feeling it heat right up under my greedy little fingers. She looked right into my eyes and she kissed me, biting on my bottom lip a little just for good measure.

Our little dicked Daddy tried to put his hand in her candy dish, only to receive a hard smacking in return, which seemed to make his little dick all the harder. We both giggled when we realized that his cubscout cock was slick with pre-cum. We told him that was the only way he could get his dick wet.

I could not resist that little pussy any more. I slid her little thong over and got down on my knees in front of her. I slid her little panties down and tossed them to our little dickie guy and to our surprise, they landed precisely on his face!

“Sniff that,” Rissa giggled, “Because that is as close to this top shelf pussy as you’re ever gonna get!”

“Jerk it a little while I lick her,” I demanded. She held her legs wide apart and I slid a couple fingers in her tight little pussy.

“Dang,” I smiled up at her, “for you being such a size queen, this pussy is super tight.”

I popped my wet little fingers in and out of her little love box and darted my tongue back and forth on her clit until she pushed my forehead back with the palm of her hand.

I slid my fingers into Tiny Pecker’s mouth. He literally involuntarily moaned and grunted a little.

I reminded him that if he only had a big dick, I would be the one sucking her cunt juice off of him instead.

“Stop touching yourself,” I snapped at him. He gasped and rubbed himself another time or two. I stepped forward and leaned over him. My hair fell down around our faces, giving the illusion of privacy, though we could still hear Kellie giggling.

“I. Said. Fucking. Stop,” I spoke with our lips almost touching. I could smell my sweet pussy juices on his face. He leaned forward to close the distance and I squeezed his balls in my pretty little hand.  Kellie just laughed with me as he leaned back and made a sound resembling a squeak of fear.

“What the fuck was that?” Kellie giggled. Our friend Chicken Little was moaning and groaning.

I pulled my hand away, and just had to ask, “Did you really just enjoy that, you sad-little-excuse-for-a-man?” He nodded and I shook my head, knowing how the blonde tendrils would draw his gaze to my perky titties.

“Daddy?” Kellie whispered in a sexy, but dangerous voice, “Is this how you get your kicks?” She ran her nails up the length of his thigh as she winked at me.

I leaned over and blew oh-so-gently on his little dickie. Knowing that he was desperate to touch himself, I decided to really humiliate him.

“Tell us why we should let you touch yourself,” I commanded. Then, I pulled Kellie to me, kissing her perfect lips and letting my hands explore her even more perfect tits. I made sure that Daddy could see everything that I was doing to make Kellie moan.

“B-b-because I will do anything for my girls,” he stammered.

I smiled at him as Kellie sucked on my earlobe, “Well, we already got our pretty little hands around your big, fat… wallet. That’s not really a bargaining chip, seeing as your dick is good for nothing.” I looked right into his eyes, letting the weight of my words hit him.

“You’re not a real man,” I said. He nodded.

“No, don’t just fucking agree with me,” I sighed in frustration and looked at Kellie.

“Say it,” she was staring at him with her piercing blue eyes. He did. She smiled a little smile, and I knew that she got it. We were going to play hard.

You know what they say: Go big or go home.

I thought for a moment, Humiliation is really an art. You really need to teach little-dicked pussies a lesson. They want to be put in their place.

“Daddy, you can touch yourself and watch us playing with each other as long as you’re repeating what we say to you,” Kellie whispered, and her words made a shiver visibly run though Daddy. He nodded again and began to rub himself — the increasingly-eager little bitch boy that he is.

I tugged Kellie’s little skirt up and pulled her panties aside.

“You are so wet.” I said, only slightly muffled as I slid my tongue between her sweet little pussy lips. Daddy groaned behind me. I knew that he could see exactly what I was doing, and also my sweet little ass, because my skirt was on the floor. When had we taken my skirt and panties off? I wondered.  It was all a naughty little blur.

Kellie made a sexy little moaning sound for me, as my tongue found her little clit, and I sucked hard. She had a hand on the back of my head, fingers twined through my hear.

I could tell that she was enjoying my tongue ring, and heard her procliam, “You’ve never actually pleased a woman with that sad little dick.”

He repeated what she’d said and it was my turn, “No woman wants anything to do with a little prick. Especially a three inch pinch like yours.” I immediately slid my tongue back between Kellie’s lips, hearing his weak little voice quake as he repeated my words.

“No woman wants to end up with a little-dicked son, after all,” Kellie knew exactly where I was going. I fucking love playing with her.

My face was all wet from Kellie’s pussy and I stood, knowing that Daddy wasn’t going to last long. I used my thumb to scoop up a generous portion of her wetness off of my face and popped it into his mouth.

“You know that you are a disappointment to your Mommy, right? She’d ashamed of what a no-dicked pussy you are,” I looked right into Chicken Little’s eyes.

Daddy must have really liked having us go hard on him, because he dribbled his pathetically small load right then and there into his palm.

“You didn’t ask for permission, Daddy,” Kellie shook her head.

Together, we put his hand to his face, and made him clean up his mess.

“If only you were a real man, Daddy, then we would be doing this for you,” we taunted him, mercilessly.

The last thing he heard that night, after eating his own cum for us, was the sound of us laughing at him.

Moments later, I got an IM from Kellie on aim.

CutieKellieMarie: OMG, he would have done anything for us!

MissMeMarissa: And he will, you know his ass will be calling us back.

CutieKellieMarie: Yeah, he will.

Daddy has called us a few times since that night. He’s just as tortured as he was that night, I promise you. You’re probably wondering if you could even handle us. What’s wrong? Scared? You probably should be.

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