by Throne
This isn't easy for me to talk about. I've been married to Helga for a year now and it seems like everything has gone wrong. Let me give you some backstory. We met right after I got out of college and found myself a lucrative job. She was a temp at the office and I noticed her the minute she appeared. Helga is a big girl. Tall and fabulously full-figured. I mean, her bust is huge and her ass is enormous. But what also caught my attention was her face, soft and round and sweet, framed in waves of blond hair. She had on a tight top that showed off her boobs and a skirt that clung to her double-wide bottom. And then there were her boots, black leather and almost to her knees, with three inch chunk heels. I couldn't stop looking at them and the way they were molded to her very full calves. I was intoxicated by her looks.
She must have picked up on all that. I wouldn't have expected her to, not with me being so short and slightly built, with a bland face and meek personality. But she started a conversation later that day, when just the two of us were in the break room. The pastry cart had just visited the office and she had bought two large gooey pieces of baked goods. She also had a big mug of coffee, fresh brewed by the coffee maker. We chatted a little about the job and then she got more personal.
"So," she said, "I noticed you gawking at me." She bit off a big piece of one of the pastries and chewed it energetically. Around a mouthful of it she went on, "I'll bet you'd like to take me out."
Caught off guard, feeling like she'd read my mind, I told her, "Well, yes. I mean, I'd really like to take you somewhere."
"Okay. How about we go for drinks and something to eat? I spotted a place on my way in. A couple blocks from here. Jet-something?"
"Oh, you mean Jet's Spot. I don't think you'd like it there. It's kind of... rough."
"Sounds fine."
I didn't want to take Helga there because it's frequented by a lot of Black men from a couple of companies that cater to a mainly Black clientele. But that was what she wanted and the last thing I was going to do was to risk driving her away. Just being around her zaftig figure and pretty face was driving me to distraction. And I figured that once she got inside that bar and grill, she would agree with me.
So we headed there after work and I was proud just to walk alongside her on the way. Of course, she's a head taller than me, and bigger all over, but I was too smitten to let that bother me. It was especially pleasing because, to be frank, my history with women was not impressive. I'd dated a few girls in college but every time it ended in failure. Either I was too shy and retiring and that made them disrespect me, or we got as far as the foreplay and then they discovered my penis. You see, besides being a small guy, I have a tiny penis. When it's soft it's less than two inches long and not at all thick. If it gets hard it still strains to reach three and a half, and its girth doesn't increase much. So girls had just laughed at it, told me to forget them, and left.
The occasional exception was when they would demand that I please them with my mouth. I was always glad to do that, in the hope of gaining a real girlfriend. But I would end up with their fluids on my face, their taste in my mouth, and my little dick neglected. Some of them enjoyed that enough that they invited me to give repeat performances on later occasions. It bothered me when they dated other guys and only summoned me if they had a dry spell. Still, I loved being desired on any level. And I got quite good at satisfying them that way.
We went into Jet's Spot and the men sitting at the bar turned their heads to get a look at Helga. Everyone of them openly stared at her, being very appreciative, and acting like she had entered alone. I tried to guide her to a table in the back, but she picked one much closer to the bar. There was no table service. You had to go to the bar to order. I asked her what she'd like to drink and she said to just get a pitcher of beer. I don't handle alcohol well but, again, was eager to stay in her good graces. As I stood at the bar waiting to make my request, the guy nearest me gave me a quizzical look.
He said, "Yo, short stuff. That's a lot of woman you brought in here. She ever gets on top of you, that might be the end of your small self."
He laughed and I responded with a smile, as if we were just two buddies joking around. The bartender took my order and gave me the pitcher and two glasses. When I paid he put my change on the bar, but much closer to his side than to mine. I took back the coins and left him the singles. Then I very carefully carried the pitcher to our table. Helga filled her glass and half drained it in one long swallow. She topped it off again and checked the short list of food offerings that was on the table. Without even getting to fill my glass, I was sent back to the bar to get an order of chicken tenders, one of potato wedges, and another of jalapeno poppers. I ordered and then stood there, not sure how the food got delivered. From the corner of my eye I saw a new customer enter and, when he saw Helga sitting alone, make a beeline for our table. The guy was tall and broad at the shoulders. Suddenly he was sitting and she filled my glass from the pitcher, for him.
I finally got the food, paid, and over-tipped again. When I reached the table and put the tray down, she gave me a broad smile that made me feel weak inside.
Then she gestured to the man sitting in my seat and said, "This is Fletcher. He works for a music company that puts out lots of hip hop. Isn't that cool?"
"I... well, I guess so."
Uncertainly, I took a chair from a vacant table and pulled it up. As I sat she told Fletcher to help himself to the food. He told her to just call him Fletch. I felt awkward with no glass in front of me and my 'date' being to outgoing toward that big Black man. They chatted and ate the food I'd bought. She told me to try the poppers. I started to say something about not doing well with spicy food but she just gave me a stern look. So I took one of the jalapeno appetizers and put it into my mouth. When I bit down I was shocked by how hot it was. My mouth was burning and I had no way to take a drink. She told me she was done with the poppers, but that we shouldn't waste them. I began to eat the rest, which was most of the generous order. She enjoyed plenty of the chicken and potatoes. When I reached for them she lightly slapped my hand away. The two of them finished all those while I was limited to the peppers, with their natural blazing heat.
After another twenty minutes of her chatting with Fletch, mostly about popular music that I never listened to, he got up to leave. She said she might have some questions about the acts his company handled, and offered him her phone number. She put it in his phone and, when she handed back the instrument, let her fingers linger on his a bit too long. At last I got to be alone with her again, though my mood wasn't as happy as before.
Acting like nothing untoward had just happened, she resumed talking to me, although her main topic was Fletch, his exciting job, and that unlistenable music. But then we gradually got back to being just two people out together and I started to feel better again. My stomach was bothering me from what I'd eaten. Still, I was happy just to be with her. Looking across the table at the innocent-seeming face and -- let's be honest -- those magnificent breasts, I was enthralled all over again. She said she lived nearby and suggested we go to her place for some privacy. What? That was incredible. I couldn't believe how well I was doing. The only other snag was that, as we were leaving we passed Fletch sitting at the bar.
Helga got directly behind him and leaned close, so near that her chest was touching his arm. She said, "Remember to call me. You know, to talk music."
He told her, "You got it, sweet cheeks." He craned his neck to get a glimpse of her protruding bottom. "And I do mean sweet."
They both laughed and then she and I left. Well, who was going home with her? Not him. We walked back to the building our office was in and into the adjoining elevated parking garage. When we took the elevator up to the third level, it was just the two of us. She pressed me up against the wall with her body and kissed the top of my head. I was so shocked that I kept my hands at my sides. Helga stepped back, wearing a sly smile. I grinned at her.
It was a short drive to her apartment building and there was plenty of parking on the street. As she used her key to let us through the security door, my head was spinning. I was going to be with her in her home. But then it hit me. If we got romantic and she found out what was in my pants, everything could fall apart. I followed her down the corridor, watching her broad backside roll under that well-fitted skirt, thinking that this might be my last chance to admire it under such favorable circumstances. It would be terrible if, after this, I had to see her in work and not be able to do anything about it.
Once we were in her apartment she took me in her arms and kissed me hard on the mouth. Again I was too taken aback to respond the way I should have. She didn't seem to mind. She even chuckled.
Then she said, "Why don't you get all undressed. I'll be in the bedroom and I'll call you when I'm ready."
It all seemed unreal. I determined to let her see me the way I am and then deal with her reaction, whatever it might be. I got out of my clothes, folding them neatly and setting them on a handy chair. Then I stood there, completely naked. I couldn't help evaluating myself. I'm rather soft. And I have almost no body hair. What hair I do have between my legs and elsewhere is so blond as to be almost invisible. And then there's that penis size issue. I sighed and waited for her to call me. The minutes stretched out. Then I heard her speaking to someone. Just my luck, one of her girlfriends must have called at that inopportune moment. I paced around, wondering if maybe I should put my shorts back on while I waited. But then I decided that she had requested me undressed, so that was what she'd get.
It was another ten minutes before she finally called out, "Hey, lover. I'm all ready. Come on in."
I went to her bedroom door, which was ajar. I'd been hoping that the most of the lights would be turned off, or at least most of them. Instead, everything was still on. As I entered I got a second unpleasant surprise. Helga was still dressed. I mean completely.
She stepped right up to me, put her hands on the sides of my head, and pulled my face into her big bust. "You are so cute. Like a schoolboy who got thrown out of the locker room by the jocks." She let go and stepped back. "Now let's take a closer look at the goods." Her eyes went very obviously to my genitals. I felt myself blush. She said, "Aw, you're getting all pink. More cuteness." Then her tone got serious as she went on with, "But I'm afraid you don't qualify for what I had planned. I was going to get on the bed, bare-assed, and spread my legs for you. Problem is, I was expecting a little more in the -- umm -- cock department. Actually, I was hoping for a LOT more." She sighed. "I'm afraid you've disappointed me, Denny."
"Actually," I corrected as gently as I could, "it's Danny."
"Right. Danny. Getting let down that way kind of threw me off."
"I'm sorry. I was really hoping we could, er, get to know each other better. But..." That was when inspiration struck me. I had salvaged some earlier dates, or at least kept them from becoming total losses, by pleasing girls that other way. I told Helga, "If you'd like, I mean since I'm sort of small... down there... I could do something else for you. You know, to make you feel good." She raised her eyebrows questioningly. I clarified, "With my mouth."
"Oh? Make me an offer I can't refuse. Well, that sounds real good. Sounds good and feels better." She undid her skirt and tossed it aside. Then suggested, "Why don't you take my panties off for me, Danny? Just kneel down right in front of me and do it. Do you like them? Do you think I'm too big to wear bikini cut ones? Hmmm?"
"No, Helga," I assured her as I sank to my knees before her. "You look fantastic. I mean that."
My fingers went under the elastic waistband and I reverently lowered them, inch by inch, revealing her furry mound. I inhaled her musky feminine scent. As I got the panties lower, I was thrilled to touch her bare thighs. Then I had to slip them over her boots, which for some reason got me wildly excited. I even stole a feel of her sturdy calves through the leather. When the garment was around her ankles she stepped out with one foot and got them partway off on the other side, before flinging them through the air with a kick.
Helga planted her booted feet well apart and said in a sultry voice, "Give it a kiss, lover. A nice tender, lingering kiss. Don't be in a hurry or you'll spoil my mood."
My stomach started to act up again. I wished she hadn't manipulated me into eating all those jalapenos. Still, eager to please her, I pressed my lips obediently to her mossy grotto. The taste was strong but not offensive. I used my tongue, licking slowly up and down her notch. She purred appreciatively and let me continue. Even though I had been put into a submissive position, my mind was focused on still being with her and my need to keep her happy. After another minute she lightly pushed my head away so she could stretch out on the bed, assuming the position she had described previously. I got between her legs on my belly and snuggled forward until my lower face was against her pubes. I resumed licking and also probed with my tongue. She gave her hips a wiggle, which I took as a good sign. Then I brought my head up just enough that I could fasten my lips around her rather large clitoris and suck on it, hard but not too hard.
Helga growled with pleasure. I alternated techniques to keep her stimulated without putting her over the top. The longer this lasted, I figured, the more she would value me. She was getting progressively wetter, another good sign. I suctioned up her excess fluids and swallowed them greedily. I was deep in the zone, caught up in pleasuring her. I even rubbed my nose against her stiff clit, then went back to tonguing and sucking the button. But even my prolonging methods had their limits. All too soon she was rising toward a climax. That was when I accelerated my pace and then switched to working her clit with lips and tongue simultaneously. She was launched into an orgasm that made her wide hips quake. It peaked and then, as it subsided, I decelerated. The trick at that point was to keep her aroused but let her come down at the same time. It was a strange mix for me to be enjoying such intimacy at the same time that I was struggling with my burning insides.
I began to work her into a second round of joy. She took a few deep breaths. I peeked up along her body and saw her formidable breasts rising and falling. I dared to put my hands on her smooth hips and she allowed that. That was when she began talking.
"You know," she said through post-orgasmic haze, "I couldn't believe it earlier, while you were getting undressed, and Fletch called me. That takes big balls. Of course, I can tell he's got them. He had the nerve to ask me if you were still with me. When I told him you were in the next room, he started talking dirty, making a pitch for him being better than you. Anyway, just to shut him up I told him I'd see him on the weekend." She run her fingers through my hair. "You are a champ at eating pussy, Danny. That's a good skill for a guy with a miniature dick. I'll be you've never had a girl let you go all the way. Right?" Without stopping what I was doing, I made a sound of assent. She concluded, "So you're a virgin. Never had that baby dick inside a pussy. Correct?"
What could I do? Between licks, I told her, "Yes, Helga." And a few seconds later, "I've never gone all the way with a girl."
She laughed. I sped up a bit to try to keep her from pursuing that embarrassing topic. And my tummy was still giving me discomfort. She let me pamper her pussy through a second and then a third climax. At last she was done. Helga acted sleepy so I snuck my hands down to stroke her boots, imagining that she wouldn't feel it through the leather. She let me go on for a few minutes.
Sleepily she said, "If you like my boots so much, Danny, why don't you slide down there and kiss them. Give them a nice spit and polish. Go on, little virgin. Do what you're told."
Shamed at having been found out, I nevertheless did as I was told. Putting my lips against the slick leather was so sensual. I used the flat of my tongue to try to shine them up. My little dick was pulsing and demanding attention. I wanted to stroked myself, the way I was used to doing when I was home alone. But I resisted. Better to just give Helga what she demanded and hope for more opportunities to touch her precious flesh. She had me lavish attention on both boots until I was wildly involved in what I was doing. Then she gave me yet another surprise.
"Move up again, Danny boy," she murmured invitingly. "Keep on until you're in the missionary position. That's my sweet little fellow." She giggled. "And you're even allowed to put the tip of your teeny weeny wienie against my wet, slippery, smooth, warm pussy lips. Go on. It won't bite. There. How does that feel, lover boy?"
I almost choked from how marvelous it was. "It's incredible. Thank you, Helga. Thank you so much."
"You might not want to be too grateful, junior," she warned. "Because that's as far as your allowed to go. No penetration. You can move the little guy around to make him feel better, so long as you don't try to sneak inside. Virgin guys are so rare these days. Most young men are getting plenty of sex. But not you. So I have to help to preserve this rare species. But I'm not a complete mean girl. How about if I let you have some fun, Danny dearest. Keep moving that itty bitty dicky around."
Her hands came up and she began toying with my ears. Then they moved lower and her fingers brushed my neck. Finally, they continued downward and she began playing with my nipples. I gasped at how astonishingly good it felt.
She said, "Thought so. Somehow I just knew you would be sensitive there. Just like a girl." She snickered. "And I'll bet that what I'm doing is making you feel like you're going to finish. You don't have much self control in that department, do you? So you're going to squirt your small mess all over the opening of my pussy, without ever... getting... inside, virgin."
Much too soon, I did what she said. Semen squirted out of my dick and dirtied up her inviting notch. I moaned at my lack of restraint. She let me have my external ejaculation and settle down somewhat. Then she hit me with the biggest stunner yet.
"Now you can get back down where you were and use your mouth to give me another orgasm, Danny. And no, I'm not going to clean up first. You're going to get rid off that slimy salty sperm with your tongue. You're going to lick it up and eat it. Or you can get out of bed right now and leave. Your choice, sweetmeat."
I couldn't forfeit her. As much as I didn't want to do what she required, it was like I had no choice. I wriggled back down to the accompaniment of her soft musical laughter. Then I got busy, slurping up and swallowing my own spunk. It was unappetizing, and my stomach renewed its efforts to make me hug myself and moan. But I stayed with it and thoroughly cleaned her, at the same time building Helga up to another climax. This one seemed especially intense, and I had to wonder if that was because she enjoyed manipulating and humiliating me.
What would happen next? I wasn't sure. But before she dismissed me she said that I could ask her out again after the weekend. After her date with Fletch. She assured me that because he was a real man, he would enjoy real sex. I meekly accepted it all. After that we did date, but she had established the parameters of our relationship on the first night. I was more of a sexual servant for her to use as she pleased. She let me use my mouth all over her body, but only with her directing me. Helga had me buy her a gym membership, after which she liked to come home without showering and have me give her a complete tongue bath. She continued seeing Fletch. While I was serving her she might describe the stupendous sex she'd had with him and how well he used his big cock, plus how long he lasted. Helga also had me buy her several more pairs of boots and some exotic shoes, which she said was because she wanted me to have something special to direct my lust toward. Under her watchful eye I began to develop a fetish for her footwear. Along with my addiction to her substantial curves, it gave her an unbreakable hold over me.
So, several months later, when she announced that we were getting married and I would be moving into her apartment, I sheepishly went along with her wishes. She even told me that she intended to keep me a virgin after we were wed. And that she would remain free to see Fletch or whoever else she felt like being with. It was a small wedding. Instead of a honeymoon, I stayed home while she did some partying with girlfriends and went to bed with a few new men.
This isn't easy for me to talk about. I've been married to Helga for a year now and it seems like everything has gone wrong. Let me give you some backstory. We met right after I got out of college and found myself a lucrative job. She was a temp at the office and I noticed her the minute she appeared. Helga is a big girl. Tall and fabulously full-figured. I mean, her bust is huge and her ass is enormous. But what also caught my attention was her face, soft and round and sweet, framed in waves of blond hair. She had on a tight top that showed off her boobs and a skirt that clung to her double-wide bottom. And then there were her boots, black leather and almost to her knees, with three inch chunk heels. I couldn't stop looking at them and the way they were molded to her very full calves. I was intoxicated by her looks.
She must have picked up on all that. I wouldn't have expected her to, not with me being so short and slightly built, with a bland face and meek personality. But she started a conversation later that day, when just the two of us were in the break room. The pastry cart had just visited the office and she had bought two large gooey pieces of baked goods. She also had a big mug of coffee, fresh brewed by the coffee maker. We chatted a little about the job and then she got more personal.
"So," she said, "I noticed you gawking at me." She bit off a big piece of one of the pastries and chewed it energetically. Around a mouthful of it she went on, "I'll bet you'd like to take me out."
Caught off guard, feeling like she'd read my mind, I told her, "Well, yes. I mean, I'd really like to take you somewhere."
"Okay. How about we go for drinks and something to eat? I spotted a place on my way in. A couple blocks from here. Jet-something?"
"Oh, you mean Jet's Spot. I don't think you'd like it there. It's kind of... rough."
"Sounds fine."
I didn't want to take Helga there because it's frequented by a lot of Black men from a couple of companies that cater to a mainly Black clientele. But that was what she wanted and the last thing I was going to do was to risk driving her away. Just being around her zaftig figure and pretty face was driving me to distraction. And I figured that once she got inside that bar and grill, she would agree with me.
So we headed there after work and I was proud just to walk alongside her on the way. Of course, she's a head taller than me, and bigger all over, but I was too smitten to let that bother me. It was especially pleasing because, to be frank, my history with women was not impressive. I'd dated a few girls in college but every time it ended in failure. Either I was too shy and retiring and that made them disrespect me, or we got as far as the foreplay and then they discovered my penis. You see, besides being a small guy, I have a tiny penis. When it's soft it's less than two inches long and not at all thick. If it gets hard it still strains to reach three and a half, and its girth doesn't increase much. So girls had just laughed at it, told me to forget them, and left.
The occasional exception was when they would demand that I please them with my mouth. I was always glad to do that, in the hope of gaining a real girlfriend. But I would end up with their fluids on my face, their taste in my mouth, and my little dick neglected. Some of them enjoyed that enough that they invited me to give repeat performances on later occasions. It bothered me when they dated other guys and only summoned me if they had a dry spell. Still, I loved being desired on any level. And I got quite good at satisfying them that way.
We went into Jet's Spot and the men sitting at the bar turned their heads to get a look at Helga. Everyone of them openly stared at her, being very appreciative, and acting like she had entered alone. I tried to guide her to a table in the back, but she picked one much closer to the bar. There was no table service. You had to go to the bar to order. I asked her what she'd like to drink and she said to just get a pitcher of beer. I don't handle alcohol well but, again, was eager to stay in her good graces. As I stood at the bar waiting to make my request, the guy nearest me gave me a quizzical look.
He said, "Yo, short stuff. That's a lot of woman you brought in here. She ever gets on top of you, that might be the end of your small self."
He laughed and I responded with a smile, as if we were just two buddies joking around. The bartender took my order and gave me the pitcher and two glasses. When I paid he put my change on the bar, but much closer to his side than to mine. I took back the coins and left him the singles. Then I very carefully carried the pitcher to our table. Helga filled her glass and half drained it in one long swallow. She topped it off again and checked the short list of food offerings that was on the table. Without even getting to fill my glass, I was sent back to the bar to get an order of chicken tenders, one of potato wedges, and another of jalapeno poppers. I ordered and then stood there, not sure how the food got delivered. From the corner of my eye I saw a new customer enter and, when he saw Helga sitting alone, make a beeline for our table. The guy was tall and broad at the shoulders. Suddenly he was sitting and she filled my glass from the pitcher, for him.
I finally got the food, paid, and over-tipped again. When I reached the table and put the tray down, she gave me a broad smile that made me feel weak inside.
Then she gestured to the man sitting in my seat and said, "This is Fletcher. He works for a music company that puts out lots of hip hop. Isn't that cool?"
"I... well, I guess so."
Uncertainly, I took a chair from a vacant table and pulled it up. As I sat she told Fletcher to help himself to the food. He told her to just call him Fletch. I felt awkward with no glass in front of me and my 'date' being to outgoing toward that big Black man. They chatted and ate the food I'd bought. She told me to try the poppers. I started to say something about not doing well with spicy food but she just gave me a stern look. So I took one of the jalapeno appetizers and put it into my mouth. When I bit down I was shocked by how hot it was. My mouth was burning and I had no way to take a drink. She told me she was done with the poppers, but that we shouldn't waste them. I began to eat the rest, which was most of the generous order. She enjoyed plenty of the chicken and potatoes. When I reached for them she lightly slapped my hand away. The two of them finished all those while I was limited to the peppers, with their natural blazing heat.
After another twenty minutes of her chatting with Fletch, mostly about popular music that I never listened to, he got up to leave. She said she might have some questions about the acts his company handled, and offered him her phone number. She put it in his phone and, when she handed back the instrument, let her fingers linger on his a bit too long. At last I got to be alone with her again, though my mood wasn't as happy as before.
Acting like nothing untoward had just happened, she resumed talking to me, although her main topic was Fletch, his exciting job, and that unlistenable music. But then we gradually got back to being just two people out together and I started to feel better again. My stomach was bothering me from what I'd eaten. Still, I was happy just to be with her. Looking across the table at the innocent-seeming face and -- let's be honest -- those magnificent breasts, I was enthralled all over again. She said she lived nearby and suggested we go to her place for some privacy. What? That was incredible. I couldn't believe how well I was doing. The only other snag was that, as we were leaving we passed Fletch sitting at the bar.
Helga got directly behind him and leaned close, so near that her chest was touching his arm. She said, "Remember to call me. You know, to talk music."
He told her, "You got it, sweet cheeks." He craned his neck to get a glimpse of her protruding bottom. "And I do mean sweet."
They both laughed and then she and I left. Well, who was going home with her? Not him. We walked back to the building our office was in and into the adjoining elevated parking garage. When we took the elevator up to the third level, it was just the two of us. She pressed me up against the wall with her body and kissed the top of my head. I was so shocked that I kept my hands at my sides. Helga stepped back, wearing a sly smile. I grinned at her.
It was a short drive to her apartment building and there was plenty of parking on the street. As she used her key to let us through the security door, my head was spinning. I was going to be with her in her home. But then it hit me. If we got romantic and she found out what was in my pants, everything could fall apart. I followed her down the corridor, watching her broad backside roll under that well-fitted skirt, thinking that this might be my last chance to admire it under such favorable circumstances. It would be terrible if, after this, I had to see her in work and not be able to do anything about it.
Once we were in her apartment she took me in her arms and kissed me hard on the mouth. Again I was too taken aback to respond the way I should have. She didn't seem to mind. She even chuckled.
Then she said, "Why don't you get all undressed. I'll be in the bedroom and I'll call you when I'm ready."
It all seemed unreal. I determined to let her see me the way I am and then deal with her reaction, whatever it might be. I got out of my clothes, folding them neatly and setting them on a handy chair. Then I stood there, completely naked. I couldn't help evaluating myself. I'm rather soft. And I have almost no body hair. What hair I do have between my legs and elsewhere is so blond as to be almost invisible. And then there's that penis size issue. I sighed and waited for her to call me. The minutes stretched out. Then I heard her speaking to someone. Just my luck, one of her girlfriends must have called at that inopportune moment. I paced around, wondering if maybe I should put my shorts back on while I waited. But then I decided that she had requested me undressed, so that was what she'd get.
It was another ten minutes before she finally called out, "Hey, lover. I'm all ready. Come on in."
I went to her bedroom door, which was ajar. I'd been hoping that the most of the lights would be turned off, or at least most of them. Instead, everything was still on. As I entered I got a second unpleasant surprise. Helga was still dressed. I mean completely.
She stepped right up to me, put her hands on the sides of my head, and pulled my face into her big bust. "You are so cute. Like a schoolboy who got thrown out of the locker room by the jocks." She let go and stepped back. "Now let's take a closer look at the goods." Her eyes went very obviously to my genitals. I felt myself blush. She said, "Aw, you're getting all pink. More cuteness." Then her tone got serious as she went on with, "But I'm afraid you don't qualify for what I had planned. I was going to get on the bed, bare-assed, and spread my legs for you. Problem is, I was expecting a little more in the -- umm -- cock department. Actually, I was hoping for a LOT more." She sighed. "I'm afraid you've disappointed me, Denny."
"Actually," I corrected as gently as I could, "it's Danny."
"Right. Danny. Getting let down that way kind of threw me off."
"I'm sorry. I was really hoping we could, er, get to know each other better. But..." That was when inspiration struck me. I had salvaged some earlier dates, or at least kept them from becoming total losses, by pleasing girls that other way. I told Helga, "If you'd like, I mean since I'm sort of small... down there... I could do something else for you. You know, to make you feel good." She raised her eyebrows questioningly. I clarified, "With my mouth."
"Oh? Make me an offer I can't refuse. Well, that sounds real good. Sounds good and feels better." She undid her skirt and tossed it aside. Then suggested, "Why don't you take my panties off for me, Danny? Just kneel down right in front of me and do it. Do you like them? Do you think I'm too big to wear bikini cut ones? Hmmm?"
"No, Helga," I assured her as I sank to my knees before her. "You look fantastic. I mean that."
My fingers went under the elastic waistband and I reverently lowered them, inch by inch, revealing her furry mound. I inhaled her musky feminine scent. As I got the panties lower, I was thrilled to touch her bare thighs. Then I had to slip them over her boots, which for some reason got me wildly excited. I even stole a feel of her sturdy calves through the leather. When the garment was around her ankles she stepped out with one foot and got them partway off on the other side, before flinging them through the air with a kick.
Helga planted her booted feet well apart and said in a sultry voice, "Give it a kiss, lover. A nice tender, lingering kiss. Don't be in a hurry or you'll spoil my mood."
My stomach started to act up again. I wished she hadn't manipulated me into eating all those jalapenos. Still, eager to please her, I pressed my lips obediently to her mossy grotto. The taste was strong but not offensive. I used my tongue, licking slowly up and down her notch. She purred appreciatively and let me continue. Even though I had been put into a submissive position, my mind was focused on still being with her and my need to keep her happy. After another minute she lightly pushed my head away so she could stretch out on the bed, assuming the position she had described previously. I got between her legs on my belly and snuggled forward until my lower face was against her pubes. I resumed licking and also probed with my tongue. She gave her hips a wiggle, which I took as a good sign. Then I brought my head up just enough that I could fasten my lips around her rather large clitoris and suck on it, hard but not too hard.
Helga growled with pleasure. I alternated techniques to keep her stimulated without putting her over the top. The longer this lasted, I figured, the more she would value me. She was getting progressively wetter, another good sign. I suctioned up her excess fluids and swallowed them greedily. I was deep in the zone, caught up in pleasuring her. I even rubbed my nose against her stiff clit, then went back to tonguing and sucking the button. But even my prolonging methods had their limits. All too soon she was rising toward a climax. That was when I accelerated my pace and then switched to working her clit with lips and tongue simultaneously. She was launched into an orgasm that made her wide hips quake. It peaked and then, as it subsided, I decelerated. The trick at that point was to keep her aroused but let her come down at the same time. It was a strange mix for me to be enjoying such intimacy at the same time that I was struggling with my burning insides.
I began to work her into a second round of joy. She took a few deep breaths. I peeked up along her body and saw her formidable breasts rising and falling. I dared to put my hands on her smooth hips and she allowed that. That was when she began talking.
"You know," she said through post-orgasmic haze, "I couldn't believe it earlier, while you were getting undressed, and Fletch called me. That takes big balls. Of course, I can tell he's got them. He had the nerve to ask me if you were still with me. When I told him you were in the next room, he started talking dirty, making a pitch for him being better than you. Anyway, just to shut him up I told him I'd see him on the weekend." She run her fingers through my hair. "You are a champ at eating pussy, Danny. That's a good skill for a guy with a miniature dick. I'll be you've never had a girl let you go all the way. Right?" Without stopping what I was doing, I made a sound of assent. She concluded, "So you're a virgin. Never had that baby dick inside a pussy. Correct?"
What could I do? Between licks, I told her, "Yes, Helga." And a few seconds later, "I've never gone all the way with a girl."
She laughed. I sped up a bit to try to keep her from pursuing that embarrassing topic. And my tummy was still giving me discomfort. She let me pamper her pussy through a second and then a third climax. At last she was done. Helga acted sleepy so I snuck my hands down to stroke her boots, imagining that she wouldn't feel it through the leather. She let me go on for a few minutes.
Sleepily she said, "If you like my boots so much, Danny, why don't you slide down there and kiss them. Give them a nice spit and polish. Go on, little virgin. Do what you're told."
Shamed at having been found out, I nevertheless did as I was told. Putting my lips against the slick leather was so sensual. I used the flat of my tongue to try to shine them up. My little dick was pulsing and demanding attention. I wanted to stroked myself, the way I was used to doing when I was home alone. But I resisted. Better to just give Helga what she demanded and hope for more opportunities to touch her precious flesh. She had me lavish attention on both boots until I was wildly involved in what I was doing. Then she gave me yet another surprise.
"Move up again, Danny boy," she murmured invitingly. "Keep on until you're in the missionary position. That's my sweet little fellow." She giggled. "And you're even allowed to put the tip of your teeny weeny wienie against my wet, slippery, smooth, warm pussy lips. Go on. It won't bite. There. How does that feel, lover boy?"
I almost choked from how marvelous it was. "It's incredible. Thank you, Helga. Thank you so much."
"You might not want to be too grateful, junior," she warned. "Because that's as far as your allowed to go. No penetration. You can move the little guy around to make him feel better, so long as you don't try to sneak inside. Virgin guys are so rare these days. Most young men are getting plenty of sex. But not you. So I have to help to preserve this rare species. But I'm not a complete mean girl. How about if I let you have some fun, Danny dearest. Keep moving that itty bitty dicky around."
Her hands came up and she began toying with my ears. Then they moved lower and her fingers brushed my neck. Finally, they continued downward and she began playing with my nipples. I gasped at how astonishingly good it felt.
She said, "Thought so. Somehow I just knew you would be sensitive there. Just like a girl." She snickered. "And I'll bet that what I'm doing is making you feel like you're going to finish. You don't have much self control in that department, do you? So you're going to squirt your small mess all over the opening of my pussy, without ever... getting... inside, virgin."
Much too soon, I did what she said. Semen squirted out of my dick and dirtied up her inviting notch. I moaned at my lack of restraint. She let me have my external ejaculation and settle down somewhat. Then she hit me with the biggest stunner yet.
"Now you can get back down where you were and use your mouth to give me another orgasm, Danny. And no, I'm not going to clean up first. You're going to get rid off that slimy salty sperm with your tongue. You're going to lick it up and eat it. Or you can get out of bed right now and leave. Your choice, sweetmeat."
I couldn't forfeit her. As much as I didn't want to do what she required, it was like I had no choice. I wriggled back down to the accompaniment of her soft musical laughter. Then I got busy, slurping up and swallowing my own spunk. It was unappetizing, and my stomach renewed its efforts to make me hug myself and moan. But I stayed with it and thoroughly cleaned her, at the same time building Helga up to another climax. This one seemed especially intense, and I had to wonder if that was because she enjoyed manipulating and humiliating me.
What would happen next? I wasn't sure. But before she dismissed me she said that I could ask her out again after the weekend. After her date with Fletch. She assured me that because he was a real man, he would enjoy real sex. I meekly accepted it all. After that we did date, but she had established the parameters of our relationship on the first night. I was more of a sexual servant for her to use as she pleased. She let me use my mouth all over her body, but only with her directing me. Helga had me buy her a gym membership, after which she liked to come home without showering and have me give her a complete tongue bath. She continued seeing Fletch. While I was serving her she might describe the stupendous sex she'd had with him and how well he used his big cock, plus how long he lasted. Helga also had me buy her several more pairs of boots and some exotic shoes, which she said was because she wanted me to have something special to direct my lust toward. Under her watchful eye I began to develop a fetish for her footwear. Along with my addiction to her substantial curves, it gave her an unbreakable hold over me.
So, several months later, when she announced that we were getting married and I would be moving into her apartment, I sheepishly went along with her wishes. She even told me that she intended to keep me a virgin after we were wed. And that she would remain free to see Fletch or whoever else she felt like being with. It was a small wedding. Instead of a honeymoon, I stayed home while she did some partying with girlfriends and went to bed with a few new men.
