Water Waiter

You felt a surge of humiliation as the black man's request hung in the air, his words echoing in your mind like a cruel joke. Get them some water? You, the one with the "small" penis, was being relegated to the role of servant, **** to cater to the needs of the three people who were currently taunting you.

The blonde's mouth was still wrapped around the black man's member, her head bobbing up and down with a rhythm that seemed to mock you. The redhead's eyes sparkled with amusement, her gaze fixed on you as she guided the blonde's motions.

You looked at the plastic pitcher on the table, your hand shaking as you reached for it. As you turned back towards the group, you saw the black man's gaze flicker towards you, his eyes narrowing slightly. Without looking away, he reached out a hand, roughly pushing the blonde off of him. The woman stumbled, her eyes widening in surprise. Before she could recover, the black man grabbed her arm and pulled her up towards him, pulling her into a brutal kiss, as the Redhead took over blowjob duties.

As the black man's lips crashed against the blonde's, you felt a presence beside you and turned to see a short, flat-chested Asian woman standing next to you, her dark eyes fixed on the scene before her. She was slight, almost petite, with a mop of short black hair that framed her heart-shaped face. She didn't seem to be paying attention to you, her gaze fixed intently on the black man and the blonde, who were now deep in a passionate kiss.

The Asian woman's gaze never wavered from the scene before her, her eyes fixed on the black man's hands as they roamed over the blonde's body. You watched, transfixed, as the woman's expression changed from fascination to a knowing smile. She seemed to be savoring some private joke, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"You know, those two," she said, her voice low and husky, "they used to be men." Her words hung in the air, like a challenge, as she finally turned to face you. "My friends, they both chose Yellow pills, and boom, Bimbos, I chose a Tan, and boom, Asian girl." she laughed.

"As men, they wouldn't be seen dead sucking cock," she continued. "But now, they're bimbos, and they can't get enough of it." She chuckled, a low, throaty sound, as her gaze flicked back to the black man and the blonde, who were still locked in a passionate kiss. The redhead, not to be left out, had begun to stroke the black man's shaft once more.

As the Asian woman's words dripped with a mix of amusement and longing, her gaze lingered on the black man's physique, her eyes tracing the contours of his muscles with a subtle hunger. The Asian woman's words lingered in the air, her gaze still fixed on the black man and the blonde. She seemed lost in thought. Suddenly, she shook her head, as if to clear the thoughts from her mind. She turned to you, her expression serious. "You know," she said, her voice low and measured. "I know how you feel. I should have chosen the black pill, might be in his place right now"

The Asian woman's words were laced with a hint of empathy, but her gaze still lingered on the black man's physique, her eyes seeming to dance with a mixture of fascination and longing. She turned to you, her expression softening, and said, "At least you still have a penis." The words were delivered with a matter-of-factness that was both jarring and reassuring. Her gaze flicked down to your crotch, as if to emphasize the point, before returning to your face.

The Asian woman's gaze lingered on your face for a moment, as if searching for a reaction to her words. Then, with a subtle smile, she gestured down to her own body. "I'd trade anything to have a dick like that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as her eyes flicked towards the black man's crotch, where the redhead was still stroking his shaft.

Her gesture was emphatic, her fingers tracing the curve of her own leg, as if highlighting the absence of a penis. For a moment, her smile faltered, and a flicker of melancholy crossed her face.

The Asian woman's eyes lingered on your crotch, as if contemplating the having a penis once more. The redhead, still dutifully attending to the black man's shaft, seemed oblivious to the exchange happening mere feet away.

Your own emotions were a tangled knot of envy, desire, and insecurity. You wanted to be the one lavished with attention, adored for your physical prowess, praised for the size of your manhood. But here you were, a once-proud man, now relegated to the sidelines, watching others indulge in the pleasures you once took for granted.

"At least a pussy is useful," you lament to her.

The Asian woman's gaze lingered on your crotch for a moment, as if contemplating your statement. A flicker of a smile danced on her lips, but it was quickly extinguished. She nodded, almost imperceptibly, as if acknowledging the cruel trade-off. "At least a pussy is useful," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, the words laced with a mix of resignation and envy.

She turned to you, her expression serious. "I'm gonna go find out what a proper cock feels like," she said, her voice filled with determination. "Thank's, and " she looked down at your pathetic cock, "Good luck..."

As the Asian woman walked off towards a nearby man with a bigger penis, the black man suddenly stirred, his eyes snapping towards you with an expectant glint. "Hey, where's my water?" he asked, his deep voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a knife. The black man's eyes narrowed, his gaze lingering on you with an air of impatience.

You felt a familiar sting of humiliation, and you hastened to comply, apologizing as you hurried to fetch the water. "I'm sorry, I forgot," you said, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a rush.