The bedroom pulsed with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and Emma’s commanding presence. She stood at the center, her lace bodysuit clinging to her curves like a second skin, her eyes gleaming with a wicked fire. Tom knelt before her, his smooth, hairless body trembling in the blush-pink panties, his tiny cock a mere suggestion beneath the silk. The vial was gone tonight—replaced by the real thing. Marcus, her lover, loomed behind her, his dark, muscular frame radiating raw power, his thick erection straining against his briefs. Emma’s throne was complete, and Tom was about to learn his final place upon it.
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“Eyes on me, my pretty girl,” Emma purred, her voice a sultry blade cutting through Tom’s nervous breaths. He obeyed, his gaze flickering between her and Marcus, who stood silent, a smirk playing on his lips. Emma stepped closer, her fingers trailing over Tom’s cheek, then gripping his chin. “You’ve tasted him already,” she teased, her tone dripping with amusement. “Now you’ll see what a real man does to me.”
She turned to Marcus, her hips swaying as she pressed herself against him, her hands roaming his chiseled chest. Tom’s breath hitched, his tiny cock twitching in its silken cage as Emma kissed Marcus deeply, her moans soft but deliberate, meant to pierce Tom’s heart. She glanced back, her eyes locking on her husband’s. “Watch closely, baby,” she said, guiding Marcus to the bed. She stripped off her bodysuit, revealing her flushed skin, and climbed onto the sheets, her body an altar of desire.
Marcus didn’t hesitate, his hands claiming her curves as he positioned himself between her thighs. Tom whimpered, his eyes wide, unable to look away as Marcus’s thick, powerful cock—everything Tom wasn’t—entered Emma. Her gasps filled the room, each thrust drawing moans that Tom could never coax from her. “This is what I need,” she panted, her eyes flicking to Tom, her smile cruel and radiant. “Not your little dribbles.”
Tom’s face burned with shame, but his body betrayed him, his pathetic erection straining against the panties. Emma noticed, laughing softly. “Crawl over here,” she ordered, her voice sharp as Marcus continued, his rhythm unrelenting. Tom obeyed, his knees trembling as he reached the bed, his eyes level with their union. “Closer,” Emma said, her hand tangling in his hair, pulling him near. “Taste what a real man leaves behind.”
Marcus groaned, his body tensing as he came, filling Emma with a thick, warm flood. She sighed in bliss, her fingers tightening in Tom’s hair as Marcus pulled out, his release glistening on her skin. “Lick,” she commanded, her voice soft but unyielding. Tom hesitated, his lips quivering, the scent of Marcus overwhelming. Emma’s grip tightened, her eyes boring into his. “Now, my pretty girl.”
Swallowing hard, Tom leaned forward, his tongue darting out reluctantly, tasting the stranger’s essence mixed with Emma’s heat. He gagged softly, his face flushing, but her hand held him firm. “Good girl,” she cooed, her tone shifting to encouragement as he licked again, more eagerly, his reluctance melting under her gaze. Marcus chuckled, his deep voice rumbling as he watched, stroking himself lazily. Tom’s tongue worked faster, lapping up every drop, his tiny cock leaking into the panties as he surrendered to the act, his shame twisting into a desperate need to please her.
Emma moaned, her fingers guiding Tom’s head, her body arching as his tongue delved deeper. “That’s it,” she whispered, her voice thick with approval. “Clean me up, my little slut.” Tom’s muffled whimpers vibrated against her, his smooth body trembling as he obeyed, his own release seeping pathetically into the silk. Emma’s smile widened, her power absolute as she watched her feminized husband worship her, tasting Marcus’s dominance.
When she was satisfied, she pushed Tom back, his lips glistening, his eyes glazed with submission. Marcus stood, still hard, his gaze shifting to Tom. Emma’s laugh was wicked as she leaned forward, her fingers grazing Tom’s chin. “You’re not done,” she said, her voice a sultry promise. She nodded to Marcus, who stepped closer, his thick cock inches from Tom’s face. “Show him what you’ve learned,” she urged, her hand slipping to Tom’s smooth groin, pinching his minuscule cock through the soaked panties.
Tom’s eyes widened, panic mixing with arousal, but Emma’s touch anchored him. “Open,” she whispered, her fingers teasing his tiny length, coaxing a whimper. Hesitantly, he parted his lips, and Marcus guided himself forward, the tip brushing Tom’s tongue. He flinched, but Emma’s hand was relentless, stroking him as she purred, “Take it, baby. For me.” Tom obeyed, his lips closing around Marcus, his tongue tentative at first, then hungrier, driven by Emma’s approving moans. She leaned close, her breath hot against his ear. “My perfect little toy, sucking a real man while I watch.”
Tom’s muffled moans grew desperate, his body shaking as he worked, Marcus’s groans filling the room. Emma’s fingers tugged faster, and Tom came instantly, a weak dribble soaking the panties, his submission complete. Marcus followed, his release flooding Tom’s mouth, and Emma’s voice was a triumphant whisper: “Swallow.” Tom did, his throat working, his eyes locked on hers, burning with shame and devotion.
Emma stood, radiant and untouchable, as Marcus stepped back, satisfied. She towered over Tom, her throne unshakable. “You’re mine,” she said, her voice a velvet command. “And you’ll do this again—every time I bring him back.” Tom nodded, panting, his smooth body trembling in the panties, his role cemented as her eager, feminized toy, forever bound to her desires.
She turned to Marcus, her smile promising more nights like this, while Tom knelt, his world rewritten, his place at her feet eternal.