WIP - Pam Anderson goes dancing

General Cuckold Scene

When she did speak again, she simply uttered one sentence. "You know Wally, every man I've ever fucked have had larger cocks than yours."

It's not that Wally didn't know in explicit detail how big Tommy or Brett's cocks were. The videos of them pounding Pam had fueled more masturbating then he could remember. But the idea that out the many men Pamela had screwed over the years, god knows if she even remembered all their names, not one was as small as him he found both humiliating and strangely arousing.

Wally cleared his throat nervously and said "No, I wasn't aware of that."

"It's quite true...I can't think of very many men whose equipment would be as small as yours. Don't misunderstand me, Wally, you seem like a lovely guy, thoughtful and considerate. But sweetie...it's not the biggest one around...not by a long shot!"

"You didn't mention this earlier."

"Why would I? It's not like you could make yours grow bigger now, is it? It's not like there's anything you could do to make me want it or feel it more...plus, sweetie, I was thinking, it would be really nice of you, as a special treat for me, to let me fuck someone else. Anyone I want. Someone with a bigger cock...a man-sized one...that's okay, isn't it, sweetie?"

Wally felt that same strange mix of arousal and humiliation as he continued, "Are you looking for a big cock, tonight? Is that why you're dressed like you are?"

"Dressed how?"

"You know...in that pick outfit from dancing with the stars. The one that barely covers your panties and ..."

"Oh, you know what, sweetie? I forgot all about these panties." With that statement Pamela Anderson lifted herself off the seat a few inches, slid her hands under her dress and with a sexy little wiggle her panties were gone. "I won't be needing these tonight, after all, I'm only dancing."

Wally's little cock was rock hard instantly. All the talk about guys fucking her with bigger and better cocks had already gotten him turned-on, particularly when he knew exactly how big she was used to from Tommy. But when Wally realised that Pam was going to get on the dance floor in an outfit from a wet dream with men she didn't yet know, and allow them to hold her body close to theirs, and she would have her totally naked pussy against them it brought Wally very close to losing it.

"Tell me, Wally. Later on when we invite someone back with us as a special treat," Pam had already gone from asking to telling, "and a real man fucks me I'd really like you to stay in the room and watch. And when you see he's fucking me with a bigger cock than yours, would you mind if I mentioned it to him? Would you mind if I mention to my new lovers that your cock is sooooo small? It wouldn't embarrass you, would it? I mean...the truth is the truth!"

"I'd really rather you not do that, Pamela."

"Why? Are you overly sensitive about your small cock?"

"Well, up to right now, I never considered it to be that much below average. I thought it was fine, up to now."

"Such an interesting choice of words, sweetie. Average. That's like, 'ordinary' or 'common' isn't it? She turned her legs toward me. They were pulling into the parking lot of the club as she ran her hands along the inside of Wally's legs, allowing him to feel her fingernails rake across the tender skin of his inner thighs. Her long red manicured fingernails were almost touching Wally's cock. Suddenly in one motion, she was out of Wally's reach, and as he parked the car she jumped out. Pamela didn't stand wait for Wally to lock the car. She started into the club leaving him to catch up. "Try not to get in my way, tonight, sweetie. I think I may be in the mood for a big one even before we get home."

And just to make sure Wally understood what she meant and to rub the humiliating conversation in, she added as they passed the bouncer, "And who knows...I may even let your little pecker have a go too!" With that she walked into the club. Wally trailed after her, trying to ignore the bouncer's smirk.

What happens next?

Dancing of course

Once inside the club, Pamela headed straight to a booth on the very edge of the dance floor that would easily seat four. She opened her purse and took out her cell phone and sat back, crossing her legs, allowing her skirt to ride high and expose pretty much her entire thigh. Wally couldn't help but enjoy the show. Before they could even order drinks a man approached the table. He smiled easily as he asked her for a dance. She smiled back...a practiced smile that tells a stranger she could be had. Wally knew that smile. Knew it from multiple sessions in front of a TV watching old reruns of Baywatch and VIP.

In a flash she slid out of the booth and was on her way to the dance floor with her first conquest. Wally couldn't take his eyes of her as she danced. The floor wasn't crowded, it still being early. The band was playing a rather fast number, not allowing for a great deal of physical contact but it didn't matter.

When Pamela Anderson is dancing in the club everyone watches. Her skirt seemed to have a will of its own. As she danced, it rose up on her legs, and when she'd reach up over her head with her arms, it would pull even higher, exposing even more smooth thigh. No red blooded man could lok at her and fail to be aroused.

The number was over quickly, and her "escort" brought her back to the table. As he turned to go back to his own table, Pamela leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Wally couldn't make out exactly what she said, but he smiled and replied, "Sure. Glad to." With that he Wally and Pam alone at the table.

"Did you enjoy that?" She asked.

"What? Watching you dance?"

"Yes. I know how much you like to watch."

"Yes, I suppose I did. Did you?"

"What, did I enjoy dancing...or enjoy you watching?"

"Either. Both. Was he a good dancer?

She leaned across the table. Ignoring Wally's question, she had another one of her own. "Did it make your little dick hard? Did your penie-winnie get hard watching my skirt rise up my legs?"

Wally was embarrassed. He knew no one could hear what she'd said except him but still, her now sudden interest in demeaning his manhood seemed to arouse him even more.

Just than, her dance partner showed back up at the booth, this time with his drink in hand. She moved toward Wally...making room for him to sit in the booth...with her really...and as he slid in next to her, she let out an almost inaudible sigh...a sigh that I understood all to well.

"Wally...this is my friend Kurt. Kurt...my boyfriend, Wally." Pamela made the introductions as if she'd known both of them forever. Wally extended his hand to Kurt but Kurt ignored him. Kurt was only interested in paying attention to the blonde Baywatch bombshell beside him. Pamela was the star of his show. Wally's too. The music changed and Pamela turned to Kurt and said, "Oh, listen. A slow song. Feel like another dance, Kurt?"

A stupid question. He slid out of the booth, and she followed him to the dance floor. She was right, it was a much slower song, and this time they did touch. Pamela's 5'7" frame just folded into Kurt's 6'3" body. Even with her heels on, she only came half way up his shoulders. Wally had to admit that she'd picked a fine specimen for her 'treat'. Kurt He probably weighed around two hundred, two-ten, looked like an athlete, and moved like one as well. Several times during the dance, he'd say something to her, whisper it into her ear, and she'd look up at him with those big eyes. Wally thought they were going to kiss a few times but nothing like that happened. It was a really uneventful dance and when it was over, they returned to the booth. This time, as she slid in, Wally was nearly sure that he'd seen a flash of her trimmed pussy.

Pamela turned her body to face her new partner, placing her back to Wally. She began a conversation with him, and I really couldn't hear a word she said. With a combination of her back being toward him, and the music from the band, plus the buzz from the other patrons, Wally really felt left out. He wondered if Pamela realised he couldn't hear her. Suddenly she turned and said "Couldn't you order me a drink? A girl's got needs."

Wally knew that that was a not so subtle did about other needs. And he knew that Pameal had only said it to make a point...to make him look small. Like his cock. Wally put his hand up to summon a waitress but Pam didn't like that. "Shit, Wally. Don't wait for a waitress. Go get me a drink, now. And bring Kurt a..." turning to him she asked him what he was drinking. He answered her and she turned back to Wally. "Bring him a whiskey sour. And get one of those drinks with an umbrella for yourself. You do so much like those weak little drinks." With that she turned back to her new friend and said something that must have amused him. He laughed and so did she. And as she laughed, she allowed her hand to rest on his thigh. And as Wally watched, her hand went from resting to stroking...to stroking his thigh, then to fondling...to placing her hand too high up for it to be touching anything other than his cock! Wally hurried to the bar.

What next?

Back to the booth

When Wally returned, they had changed positions. Kurt was sitting in the middle of the booth and Pamela was pressed against him. It was very obvious that Pam's left hand wasn't visible. She was turned facing Kurt, her right arm resting on the table, but her left hand was down under the surface of the table. In his gut, Wally knew what was going on. He started to get in next to her, but she looked at him and simply said, "You need to get in on the other side." No explanation, no anything. Just "get in on the other side." This of course placed Kurt in the middle flanked by Rachael on his right, and Wally on his left. Wally placed Pamela and Kurt's drinks on the table but hadn't ordered one for himself. Pam noticed immediately. "Where's your drink?"

"I didn't want one."

"Well, of course you do!" She looked out across the area until she spotted a waitress. "Miss...Oh, Miss." The waitress made her way to the table but before she was actually there, Pamela Anderson called out a drink order for Wally. "Could you bring my boyfriend a drink, please. Maybe a Pink Lady or something like that. Not a real strong drink. He's not used to manly things."

Wally could have died. He knew it's not likely, but it felt like everyone in the place heard what Pamela said. Wally was mortified. And of course, Kurt was having a great time. he still hadn't spoken a word to Wally. He was ignoring Wally like he wasn't even there. Wally might be paying for his drink, might have bought the dress and jewels Pamela was wearing and that Kurt was clearly enjoying but Wally still didn't rate a basic hello. Wally was just about to say something when Pamela leaned over and spoke.

"Wally. Do you know what I'm doing?"

"Other than pissing me off?"

"No, I mean, what I'm doing with my left hand. Do you know what I'm doing?"

Wally didn't have to ask. He looked down at the space between the table and was shocked. Pamela had taken Kurt's cock out of his pants and was stroking it, jerking him off right there between us. And other than the shock of seeing what she was doing, Wally was even more surprised at the size of his dick. It was the largest cock he'd ever seen in. As big as Mandingo's from the interracial porn Wally watched.

"Wally, I want you to feel this cock." She said that as normally as she'd have said, "Feel this material," or "Feel this grape." For Wally she might as well as had a neon sign with a flashing arrow pointing to Kurt's lap and a loud speaker blaring, "Pamela's holding another man's cock and wants Wally to feel it, too!" He looked away, toward the dance floor. He wished now they would stop this and go dance instead.

"Wally, did you hear me?" Pamela's voice was sharp now, "I want you to feel Kurt's cock. He said you could. I told him I wished your cock was like this...so big...so hard. Go ahead, now. Put your hand down here and feel his cock for me. Be a good boy, Wally, or I swear, I'll go down on him right here in front of everyone."

Wally knew she'd do it, too. She probably wanted to slobber all over it. Trying not to be obvious, Wally placed his right hand under the table and tentatively reached over, running the back of his hand over Kurt's hot, hard cock. The instant his hand bumped against it, he jerked back...as if he'd been burned by a hot piece of steel. This didn't make Pamela happy.

"I told you to touch it. Put it in your hand. Close your hand around it...or as much of it as you can...and tell me what it feels like. Do it, Wally. Do it now."

Wally did as she'd instructed. His right hand closed around Kurt's cock. A huge hunk of cock meat and Wally had to admit to himself he was impressed. It was huge! Wally just held it in his hand, and he felt a movement below his hand. It was my Pamela's. Wally realized that this cock was so big, that even with two hands on it they didn't touch. In fact you could probably fit a third hand.

"What do you think, Wally. Isn't it gigantic?"

Wally didn't respond. What the hell did she expect him to say. He couldn't take his hand away, he was too intimidated.

"I said, 'What do you think.'" Pamela repeated, a little louder this time. "What do you think about his cock, Wally?"

"It's very nice, Pam."

"Very nice? Nice is a spring shower. Wally...how does it compare to yours? How does Kurt's man-sized dick compare to yours? Which one do you think will give me the most pleasure? Which one do you think I should fuck, tonight?"

"I said it's very nice."

"Why don't we compare, Wally. Take yours out now. Let's see yours. Show Kurt what I usually get when you try to fuck me. Come on...take it out."

"Pammy please!"

"Don't Pammy me Wally, I'm not pleased. I want Kurt to see your cock. He's shown you his. Now take yours out for him to see. He won't laugh. I promise."

"Please. Pamela. Don't do this."

"Why not, sweetie? I want to see if your cock is as little as I seem to remember it. Show it to us now, or I promise you, I'll never look at it again, much less fuck it."

Wally did as she commanded. Without taking his right hand off of Kurt's growing cock, he unzipped his pants and reached in to withdraw his own. It wasn't easy as Wally only had one free hand to work with. Eventually Wally freed his hard dick and covered it with his hand. Pamela wasn't going to accept that though.

"Wally, jerk on it to make it hard. I want to see it hard!"

Wally mumbled something while the waitress arrived back with his drink. The band had stopped playing. The room was much quieter. Much hotter. The waitress was standing there. She was waiting for him to pay for the drink. But Wally's left hand held his own cock in it. His right had another man's. And Pamela kept repeating herself. "Make it hard. I want to see it hard. Make it hard like Kurt's is hard! Now. I want to see it hard, NOW!"

"IT IS HARD, DAMN, YOU. THIS IS AS BIG AS IT GETS! YOU KNOW THAT! IT'S NOT AS BIG AS HIS. It's not as big as his. It's not..."

Pamela stopped demanding and smirked as she reached into her purse. She gave the waitress ten bucks and told her to keep the change. Wally just looked down at the table top. Pamela wasn't done though. Her next question was, "Who should I fuck, tonight? Who deserves this pussy? Should I give it to a man like Kurt, or to someone like you?

Wally didn't answer. He couldn't. She asked again, but this time in a lower voice.

"Wally. Listen to me. I want you to tell me what to do. Should I give it to Kurt? Should I let him fuck me...or do you want me to diddle that little thing of yours? Just tell me, baby. I'll do whatever you say."

Then Wally came. he came all over his hand, all over his zipper, all over his pants. He shot a load of cum that didn't seem to end. And the more he shot, the more he felt like he couldn't stop. And as I shot my final spurt, he heard Pamela Anderson say to Kurt..."I think he wants me to fuck you. Are you ready to go?"

Guess we're leaving?

Back to the Mansion

Wally was excited at the prospect of Pamela fucking a man better endowed than himself...a man who would stretch her pussy to conform to his cock and not be almost lost inside it.