Netorase Play (2)
My desperate plea made her pause, her face taking on a thoughtful expression. She licked her lips seductively and wiggled the Miles dildo in her hand.
"Hmm..." Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"You really want to hear my answer that badly? Well then... how about we compare them directly first~?"
She stood up from her chair and approached me with that massive black dildo in hand. All I could do was lie helplessly on the bed, looking up at her towering figure.
Standing right in front of me, she gazed down like a queen issuing a command. "Come on, honey. Spread your legs nice and wide."
Her voice carried an irresistible authority. My face burned with shame, but like iron filings drawn to a magnet, I slowly parted my legs.
As my clenched thighs opened wide, my pathetic little thing came into view between them. A tiny pink cock. Amid the humiliation and arousal, it was already rock-hard, not even half its potential size. Precum was dribbling from the tip—plip, plip—soaking the sheets with wet sounds.
"Ugh..." I groaned and turned my head away.
Seeing my miserable state, she covered her mouth and burst into laughter. That sound was so endearing, yet it whipped me like mocking thorns.
"Oh my."
She squatted between my legs, staring at my erection like it was some fascinating toy. Under her hot gaze, it stiffened even more, leaking precum steadily.
"Look at you, honey, already so excited~? Aww, poor thing... so cute."
She gazed at me lovingly, but a cruel smile played on her lips. She set the Miles dildo down on the floor with a heavy thud that echoed through the room.
Then, like a show host, she announced in an exaggerated tone, "Alright! Now it's time to compare our adorable honey's cute little cock with my ex-boyfriend's cock!"
With a satisfied smile, she placed the Miles dildo right next to my tiny one. The cold, hard silicone touched my thigh, making me flinch.
The black, massive pillar loomed beside my pitiful pink stick. The stark contrast was so humiliating I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut.
"Oh my."
She propped her chin on her hands, comparing the two with keen interest and letting out an admiring sigh. "Just looking at them side by side, you can see how huge and thick my ex's cock is, and how dainty and cute my honey's is. Right?"
Her voice was sweet as honey, but the words stabbed my heart like daggers.
I couldn't respond, just kept leaking precum pathetically.
Seeing that, she continued in an even more playful tone. "But to be fair, we should measure properly, yeah? I'll use a tape measure on them myself."
She opened the drawer beside her and pulled out a small tape measure with familiar ease.
First, she pressed it to the tip of the Miles dildo. "Let's see... Miles is... wow, as expected. 28 centimeters."
She nodded in admiration. Then she brought the tape straight to my throbbing tip. The cold metal made me twitch again.
"Okay, honey's turn...? Hmm... clench up tight~♥ You can get bigger, right? ...Huh?"
She widened her eyes and double-checked the marking. "6 centimeters."
With an exaggerated look of disbelief, she stared at me. "Oh no... so close! Honey loses by a mere 22 centimeters. What a shame~"
She pouted like she was genuinely disappointed, teasing me mercilessly. My face felt like it would explode from shame, but a thrilling pleasure buzzed in my lower belly.
Savoring my reaction, she declared cheerfully, "Round 1: size and girth match goes to... my ex-boyfriend Miles, 1 win!"
She patted my shoulder consolingly, but her eyes clearly mocked me.
"Aw, honey, don't be too down. A big cock isn't everything."
She continued sagely, like a wise mentor. "They say having a good weapon doesn't make you a great general. It's how you use it that matters. A big cock doesn't always feel good, and a small one doesn't always feel bad."
"Y-yeah... really...?" I clung to a faint hope in her words, but her next line shattered it.
"So! Round 2: technique showdown!"
She clapped her hands with bubbly energy. "Hmm... but Miles isn't here right now, so we'll use audiovisual evidence instead."
She grabbed the tablet PC from the bedside table with practiced ease. After a few taps, she shoved the screen in my face.
"Here."
The moment it lit up, I froze. It was that same video from days ago—the one that had driven me here.
The black man's massive body, my wife writhing beneath him, gasping and bucking her hips. The room filled with sloppy friction sounds, her moans, and his low grunts.
I stared, petrified. The video was far more intense and faster than I'd imagined. Miles ravaged her like a beast, and she screamed in endless orgasms without a break.
The wife on screen wasn't the gentle, modest one I knew. She was just a female animal dominated by that huge cock.
And soon after it started—
"Hnnngh! C-cumming...! I'm cummiiing...!♥"
She thrashed wildly, eyes rolling back, squirting a fountain of white fluid. Spiiiish! At the same moment, Miles roared and unleashed thick semen deep into her womb. Bluuuuurp!
The timer in the corner read exactly 3:00.
As it ended, she turned off the tablet with a satisfied look. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath hot.
"Hehe... see that, honey?" She whispered hotly into my ear. "Miles only needed 3 minutes. To satisfy my pussy and completely conquer me."
She caressed my cheek softly, delivering her cruel verdict. "So I'll give you the same: 3 minutes. Starting now."
"3 minutes..."
The words hit like a hammer, my heart plummeting. 3 minutes was short. But not for me.
I'd never lasted 3 minutes with her—not once. At best, a minute, barely scraping by with position changes or pauses.
"What's wrong, honey? Scared already?"
She teased, reading my face. Miles in the video was different. He pistoned relentlessly, his expression full of leisure—like he could cum whenever he wanted, only matching her climax out of pity.
"N-no, it's not that..."
As I stammered excuses, she pressed a finger to my lips. "Shh. It's okay. I love you more than anyone."
Her voice was endlessly tender. "A straight match would be too unfair for you, so I'll give you a special handicap."
"Handicap...?" Hope flickered in my voice.
She held up her right hand in front of me and formed an OK sign with her thumb and index finger.
"Ta-da! This. My Hand Finger Pussy, just for you."
She wiggled the tiny ring in front of my eyes. I stared blankly at the small hole and her seductive gaze beyond it.
"I'll put your cute cock in here and move it myself. Satisfy this Hand Finger Pussy for 3 minutes, and you win the technique round. Sound doable?"
In that instant, I realized. Ah... this isn't about satisfying her Hand Finger Pussy. It's about me lasting 3 minutes inside it without cumming.
She was testing me. My limits.
"..."
In the eerie silence, something writhed inside me. Piercing the humiliation and shame, a vicious excitement and defiance surged.
I wanted to endure. Prove my worth before her—and the phantom of that huge black man.
My little cock dribbled more precum. I looked her straight in the eye, resolved.
"...Okay. I'll do it. I'll try, sis."
At my answer, she flashed the world's most beautiful smile.
"Hehe~♥ That's my honey."
She slathered oil generously on her fingers. Then brought her hand to my lower body.
"Ready~♥ Here we go, honey. Good luck!"