Sensei’s Private Lesson – Chapter 5 (Femdom / small-penis humiliation / orgasm denial / condom / sole female – sole male)

**Sensei’s Private Lesson – Chapter 5**

(Femdom / small-penis humiliation / orgasm denial / condom / sole female – sole male)

The bedroom was quiet except for the wet, shallow sounds of a cock that barely reached inside.

Sensei lay on his back, wrists loosely held above his head. His wife straddled him, completely nude, heavy breasts swaying, big areolae dark against pale skin, a small beauty mark under her left eye. Her thick ass rested on his hips. A thin condom was already rolled down his small cock — the only thing preventing direct skin contact.

She sank down.

The head slipped in. That was almost all that fit.

Her expression barely changed.

“Haaaah♥♥ I’m sorry…♥ Ah♥ Ryuko-san’s pussy…♥ feels so good…♥”

She began to move in slow, deliberate circles, grinding more than thrusting. The tiny length disappeared and reappeared with every motion.

“Shut up… Changing condoms is a bother. Just get raped like this. Bitch.”

Sensei’s voice cracked.

“I’m sorry! Ouh♥ Ouh♥ Ouh♥”

She looked down at the place where they joined and gave a soft, dismissive laugh.

“Heee! With your pathetic little dick, heee!”

Her inner walls barely registered the intrusion. She kept grinding anyway, using him like a warm, slightly firm toy.

“Mmm♥ I cum without permission. I’m sorry.”

A small tremor ran through her thighs. Fluids dripped down onto his balls.

“I don’t feel anything.”

She said it plainly, almost bored, while continuing to ride the small cock that could not reach deep enough to matter.

Earlier she had made him read the contract aloud.

“By the way… you, what do you want for Christmas?”

He had stammered something about wanting to last longer.

She had only smiled.

“You did check what’s written in the contract, right? …I’m sad. You… AAA. I want to… fuck sex with Ryuko-san. ♥ AAA♥”

Now she was collecting on that clause.

She leaned forward, heavy breasts pressing against his chest, and whispered against his ear while her hips kept working the shallow penetration.

“Even though he’s the type to cum instantly just from her nipple.”

A thin spurt already leaked into the condom tip.

“See… you’re completely turned into a girl now. Think you can actually fuck me properly…? You’re probably too weak. I can’t hold an interview… in five minutes though…”

She sat up again, planted her hands on his stomach, and bounced with short, wet smacks. The condom glistened. Her big ass flexed with every movement.

“Ahh…♥ Gu…♥ I’ll try my best…♥ Ahh♥ Please…♥”

He came helplessly inside the condom after less than two minutes.

She did not stop.

“I get fucked every day by my husband’s magnificent, powerful cock. Compared to that… this is nothing.”

She lifted her hips just enough to show him the X-ray view — the tiny sheathed cock barely parting her, the real depth of her body remaining empty.

“Give me your thick cum. Fill me up inside…♥ Please cum inside me…♥ Begging for sex♥”

Then she laughed and dropped back down.

“With a pathetic little dick like yours, it’s not possible. Oh♥ I’m sorry…♥”

She reached back, spread her own cheeks, and forced him to watch the shallow, almost comical stretch.

“Compared to my husband’s, it’s ridiculously small… It moves so cheaply… this dildo…”

Her voice stayed calm, almost instructional.

“How’s it feel to be pinned down and raped like a female? It’s the perfect gift for a masochist like you… right?”

Sensei’s answer was only broken moans.

She came again — a real, full-body orgasm that had almost nothing to do with the small cock inside her — and kept riding through it while he stayed locked in the oversensitive post-orgasm state.

“You should beg like a proper bitch too…♥ Please make me pregnant…♥ Master Ryuko…♥ Give me your thick cum…♥ Master Ryuko…♥ Like this—”

She ground down harder, the condom tip kissing her cervix for a fraction of a second before slipping away again.

“Ryuko-san’s sperm…♥ Give me thick sperm, please…♥”

Then she looked him dead in the eye.

“Heh, pathetic… Get pregnant, Maso.”

Another weak pulse filled the condom. She milked it out with her internal muscles, then slowly lifted off.

A thin string of fluid connected them for a moment before breaking.

She stood, stretched, and looked down at the small, condom-covered cock still twitching on his stomach.

“5 minutes… no… maybe 10 minutes. Well… you tried hard. With that little cock. Merry Christmas. Alright, I’m going home—bye bye—”

She left him there on the bed, condom still on, the room smelling of her arousal and his thin, inadequate release.

The lesson was over.

He had been used exactly as the contract required — as a small, barely noticeable toy for a woman who could not feel him.