First writing [sph, cuckolding]

She held her legs by the back of her knees while I buried my face. I could feel it building in her body: that tension that eventually releases into a quiver of soft moaning. Pushing my mouth deeper, I slowed to longer luxiourious laps of her lips until I could feel her hips respond to the rhythym once again. Once that happens I switch back to the rapid flicks on her clitoris and feel her cum to my mouth again and again. My face was covered in her juices and my dick was hard as a stone.

My girlfriend Sasha and I had been fighting. For a long time. We hadn’t had sex in around three months and it was driving me crazy. She didn’t seem to mind the dry spell and took some pleasure in teasing me lately. We lived together, but she never asked me to sleep on the couch. I’d go to bed and wake up with an erection that I made a pointedly didn’t hide from her, and she would always just glance at it and give me nothing but a smirk.

Why was I still with her? I guess part of it was I didn’t want to end the first really long term relationship I had ever been in. Another part was that even though I felt frustrated, and angry too to be honest, it turned me on that she was entertained by the idea of controlling and using me. Every chance I got when I was alone, I pictured those little smirks she gave me and I imagined her thinking “horny again? Poor unhung boy, he better get used to not getting any” and masturbated like an ape.

But today I had reached my breaking point. Even though she had gently pushed me aside, I gave her little kisses everywhere I could and hinted without saying that I would give her kitty a tongue bath it would never forget. And now, with her laying on her back and breathing in heavy gulps of air it was time.

“Alright, it’s my turn now.” I said
“It’s your turn for a cold shower. Have a good night sweetie.”

I felt my blood rise to my already flush face. She rolled over as if to go to sleep and while I knelt at the end of the bed with my prick pointed at the ceiling. I felt mad. The whole idea was to break the dry spell. I had earned it! But my rage was short lived. I thought about what must be going through her head as she was doing this to me. For the first time, it occurred to me that she might enjoy doing it this to me as much as I’ve been enjoying it. Could it be? I couldn’t stand not the frustration for another week. If we were going to be together, I was going to find out.

“Listen… sweetie… I get the impression that you enjoy humiliating me a little bit”
She stirred, and my heart was racing. That smirk! I’ve always loved her face with her short, dark hair and her sky-blue eyes. But as soon as I see that smirk everything in me turns to pudding. It feels like my palpitating heart is sinking into my stomach.

“I do.” She was still dressed from the waist up. Her large breasts hidden under a simple nightshirt. She was a little on the heavy side, and she usually favored cleavage-baring shirts during the daytime.
“Do you?”

I don’t know what the look on my face said, but she giggled as I stood speechless at the end of the bed.

“Well then, I think I know what you need.” She said as she got up and let the bottom of her nightshirt fall back below her waist. She left the room and came back holding her phone and a ruler.

“Let’s take your measurement, it’ll be fun.” She said, handing me the ruler.
“Here, put the end at the base like this. No cheating!” She directed my hands. I throbbed uncontrollably.

“Almost 5 inches,” I suggested hopefully. “That’s almost average, right?”
She gave me a look that melted me inside.
“More like barely more than 4. Which is some distance from almost average, which isn’t that big to begin with.”

Dignity brought a protest to my throat that was interrupted when she brought her phone up and generated that signature shuttersnap sound.

“That’s not important, honey. The important thing is that you’ve been properly documented.” She beamed at me as she gently patted me on the ass – the first real sexual contact it’s felt like she’s given me in ages.
“Now you can have that cold shower. The only difference is that you have my permission to jerk off first.”

I should have been outraged, but instead I brought myself to a climax within seconds. It felt so good I had trouble standing. I found myself on my knees with my head swimming.

“I’m so glad you exposed your desire to me, baby.” She said standing over me.
“You know, I was thinking about leaving you. Your little pinky just wasn’t doing it for me. But knowing that you’re wrapped around my pinky might actually make this worthwhile.” With that, she left the room.

In the cold shower I thought about what I was doing. If she really wanted to, she could ruin my life. She had a picture of my measured penis! I saw the result, it was at about 4 and a quarter inches. I tried to tell myself it didn’t matter. It didn’t even have my face in it. Still.. woman who wanted to fuck with me? What could she do with that? I didn’t care anymore, I stepped out of the shower.

…and into Sasha’s grinning face and phone. Once again, I heard that snapshot sound of her camera app. I was captured full-frontal in all my glory.
“I just needed a candid picture too. Just for fun.” She grinned.
So much for that, I thought.