Alison Collins, the Art Teacher

I awoke to discover an alluring message with a studio black and white picture of a cute, athletic woman.

“Hello, cutie. How are you doing?”

“Hi. I’m good. How are you?”

“I’m okay. I can’t complain. You are really handsome. What do you do?”

“Aww. Thank you. You are really beautiful. I’m the Director of Marketing at Microsoft. What about you?”

“Ooh, you must be ambitious. I like that. I’m an art teacher.”

“That’s exciting. I love art. What are you looking for on here?

“I’m looking for a chivalrous gentleman who respects me, and there’s one thing he needs to have.”

“What is that?”

“Hehe, he needs to have a very small penis.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Because tiny penises are absolutely beautiful and sexy. They are so hot.”

“That’s different. Most women don’t express their interest in a man with a small penis.”

“Nah, they do, they just aren’t very forward with it. I know what I want in a man.”

“That’s nice. So, I do fit the qualifications.”

“Ooh. Yay. I’m so happy to hear. Many men aren’t open about it. They feel ashamed, but they shouldn’t.”

“I do.”

“Don’t be, baby. Yours must be amazing. Can I see it?”

“Hehe, nope. Let’s leave that for when we first meet. That will be your incentive to see me.”

“You tease, hehe. Fine, I want to meet at the theatre to see The Merchant of Venice. I will get the tickets and you the drinks.”

“Great. I’m excited to meet you.”

“Me too.”

I couldn’t believe this beautiful woman wanted me and my little cock. I’m so excited.

Well, I looked it up, and I don't know much about Shakespeare, so I turned up in my best suit to be greeted in the foyer with a smile and a flowery dress.

Wow, she's so hot.

I enjoyed the play, mainly the dramatic courtroom scene, and I was taken aback by how insistent Shylock was about getting his pound of flesh.

So later, both of us were tipsy after she insisted on the second bottle of Bollinger. Getting out of the Taxi at her house and up the steps into the house, she kicked off her heels.

She placed them onto the rack and helped me take off my shoes. She giggled slightly, took my jacket, and pulled me into the lounge.

Well, I looked around, and it was well decorated with lodes of classical art, some vases, and porcelain statues. All of them are men and naked.

Before I could say anything, she ripped my shirt open with the buttons flying everywhere.

"Not bad," She said. "You could do with spending more time at the gym."

"What!" I say.

"I want to see the rest of you,” She says with a smile.

"Wait, why?” I asked, getting very nervous.

"I like my men how I like my art — naked, and I hope you didn't lie about your tiny little dick.”

I was stunned and couldn’t even react quickly enough. I was stunned to see my trousers and pants down around my ankles. My little dick was so used to rejection, and I couldn’t believe she wanted the little guy. It looked really small and harmless.

She had a big grin on her face. I reached down to pull my trousers up, and Alison grabbed hold of my hands and gave me a quick kiss, and I started to stiffen.

"Good so far,” she says.

"What is it you want from me?" I ask.

"For you to be naked and unashamed anytime and anyplace I want,” she answers.