Choice 2

A group of gorgeous college girls, laughing and giggling like hyenas, snuck up behind me. In a flash, my swim trunks were yanked down to my ankles, leaving me stark naked for all to see. My most intimate area was suddenly on full display.

"Well, well, well, looks like someone's packing a pea shooter!" the ringleader cackled, pointing at my exposed genitals. The other girls burst into mocking laughter.

Mortified, I desperately tried to cover myself. But it was too late. My humiliation had already been witnessed by a small crowd gathering around the commotion. I wanted to melt into the sand.

To my utter disbelief, a dark, unfamiliar sensation began to stir deep within my loins. As the cruel jeers intensified, my tiny member began to stiffen and grow, straining upward. The girls howled with amusement at the sight.

"Oh my god, it's getting even smaller! Look at that pathetic little worm!"

I couldn't believe it. The more I was mocked and degraded, the more aroused I became. My face flushed beet red from the excruciating combination of shame and lust.

Finally, I managed to yank up my trunks and sprint away from the merciless crowd, my enlarged 'manhood' bouncing ridiculously with each step. I was so consumed by needy, aching desire, I didn't know what to do with myself.

In a daze, I found myself standing outside the beachside hotel. I knew just who could satisfy the agonizing urge clawing at my core. Swallowing my pride, I knocked on Room 214, praying she would answer.

The door swung open, revealing the breathtaking vision of Jessica, the fiery redhead who unbeknownst to her, had become the object of my submissive fantasies. She wore a revealing negligee that left little to the imagination. I nearly groaned aloud at the sight.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little toy," she purred, trailing a manicured nail down my chest. "I thought I smelled a pathetic worm slithering around somewhere. Did you miss me, little man?"

I nodded fervently, a needy whimper escaping my throat. She smirked knowingly, grabbing my chin and forcing me to meet her piercing gaze.

"I've been such a bad girl. I let my black bulls rut me like animals. Pumped me so full of their seed, I'm practically bursting. Ungh, I'm still dripping with it."

She yanked down the front of her negligee, revealing her heaving tits. I gasped at the sight of her swollen, puffy nipples, glistening with the musky essence of her lovers. A fresh flood of humiliation stoked the inferno raging in my loins.

"Get on your knees and clean them, cuck. Lap up every drop of the superior seed that so thoroughly conquered my holes. Worship the alpha cocks that ruined me for your micro prick."

Tears of humiliated arousal pricked at my eyes as I sank to my knees, burying my face in her groin. I moaned pitifully as I tongued the sticky residue coating her folds, imagining the impressive lengths that had deposited such a massive load.

"Mmm, that's it. How pathetic and gross you look, debasing yourself like this. Oh, you love this, don't you? Knowing you could never satisfy me, never stretch me out like they did. I bet you're rock hard under those swim trunks, aren't you?"

I could only whimper and nod, my stiff little tool throbbing against my thigh. She reached down and cupped my bulge, squeezing it between her fingers.

"Aww, so tiny and pathetic. You're really getting off on this, your own wife being used as a semen receptacle for real men, aren't you? I bet you're going to explode into your trunks like a pathetic little boi if I keep teasing you."

She stroked me faster, cooing mockingly at how I twitched and jumped in her grip. I was so close, my balls drawing up tight. Just a little more and I'd be hosing down my trunks like a shameful little boy.

"Go ahead, cum for me, you despicable little worm. Cum knowing you'll never be enough for me. Knowing I'm going to spend all your money on my insatiable lusts for black bull cock."

With a strangled groan, my micro prick erupted, spurting miserably into my trunks. Jessica laughed cruelly, releasing my spent tool.

"Well, that was fun. I think I'll keep you around as my personal doormat and snack dispenser. A cuckold should always be ready to serve on demand. Now get dressed and let's go shopping, pet. And you better put on a fresh pair of underwear, you nasty boy. You really stink of shame."

I scurried to obey, my heart swelling with devotion for my exquisite, unattainable mistress. I knew I would endure any degradation, spend any amount of money, to continue serving as her devoted little cuck worm. She was worth it, worth debasing myself an infinite number of times over. I was hers, now and forever.

Choice 1: Watch her next time

Choice 2: Back at work Samantha knows your secret

Choice 3: cage time