My Pathetic Sex Life

MY PATHETIC SEX LIFE I'm thirty-one years old. I've had sex with six women in my life. Only one of those women allowed me a second chance, so I've had sex--that's right--seven times. I've never felt a woman's mouth on my dick, and if you add up all the times I've had sex, I've lasted a total of 23 minutes. I had girlfriends when I was in high school--I even got to suck on a few pussies before I graduated. I didn't lose my virginity until I was in college, though. I met Michelle, who also happened to be in my English class, at a frat party late in the semester. We had both been drinking, and I invited her back to my room; my roommate was gone for the weekend, so we could have some time alone. When we got there, we sat down on my bed and immediately started making out. This led to heavy petting, and as I unhooked her bra, she managed to unbutton my jeans and snake her hand down to my crotch. When her hand got to my cock, I felt her hesitate--she almost pulled back her hand a bit--just for a second. I wasn't even sure it had actually happened, and I managed to convince myself that it was nothing. I didn't know at that time that my cock was tiny. I'm about 4.5" when I'm hard, and about 4" circumference. Back to Michelle, after the initial hesitation, she seemed to take it in stride. She stroked my cock for a short time, but she was really enjoying the attention I was giving to her nipples. I maneuvered her onto her back and stripped off her panties. I immediately dove into her pussy and started licking like crazy. It wasn't long before she was moaning intensely and pulling my head into her crotch. I crawled my way up her body, positioning my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She grabbed it and guided me into her. I was in heaven! Her pussy was so wet and hot--it was the first time I had ever felt anything like it! I could feel myself getting close to cumming, and it had only been a few minutes. I started thinking about baseball, calculus, and anything except the burning need building up in my dick. I managed to hold out for another minute or so, but eventually I couldn't hold back any longer. I started to buck as I came hard inside her. As I came down from my intense high, I rolled off of her and asked if she had cum. She chuckled and said, "Of course not! It takes me a little more than three minutes!? Her words instantly brought me back to reality. "Come on," I told her, "that was at least ten minutes!? "I'm afraid not, sweetie. It was actually more like two and a half. I was watching the clock." I couldn't believe what she was saying. She was picking up her clothes and getting dressed. "You were watching the clock?? She smiled at me--actually, it was more of a smirk. "Well," she said, "you weren't really doing anything worth paying attention to." My heart sank as I listened to this woman tell me how poor a lover I was. After a moment, she continued. "Look, don't worry about it. Even if you had lasted an hour, I still wouldn't have cum.? I was reeling from the things she was saying. "Why not?" I asked. "You're kinda small. My ex was twice your size. Don't feel bad; I'm just used to bigger guys.? She had gotten her clothes back on and sat down to put her shoes on. In a flash of courage, I managed to ask her to give me another chance--to let me try to last longer and make her cum. She laughed again. "Sorry. It wouldn't work. Plus, I have to get home; I have an early final tomorrow.? I heard later that she went to another party that night and went home with a different ex-boyfriend of hers. I managed to avoid her for the rest of finals week, and I never saw her again. A few weeks later, I was back home for summer break. That's when I met Laura. She was bartending at a bar where my friends and I would often meet. I had lost a few poker hands, so I was the one buying rounds of beer for everyone. Every time I went up to the bar, I made a point of flirting with the goddess behind the bar. She was petite and absolutely gorgeous. I was nervous because of my experience with Michelle, but I was so attracted to Laura that I finally worked up the courage to ask her out. To my absolute surprise she said yes. We made plans to have dinner & catch a movie the following Friday. The date went very well. We went to a fondue restaurant, so we had plenty of time to talk during dinner. We really hit it off, and decided to skip the movie and head back to her apartment. We had a few drinks, talking and laughing. Eventually, we started making out and ended up in the bedroom. We were both a little tipsy, but I was sober enough to try to keep her from seeing or touching my cock before I actually entered her. As I maneuvered myself under the covers, she pulled a condom out of her nightstand, opened it, and handed it to me. I reached down, rolled it on, and got on top of her. She was a small girl, and she was exceptionally tight (I didn't really know that then but I do now). She didn't even seem disappointed when I pushed into her. I tried not to, but I couldn't help looking at the clock. It was 11:16 and about 30 seconds. I was glad she had wanted me to use a condom, because I wasn't immediately on the edge of cumming like I was with Michelle. Laura and I were kissing heavily & things were going well. Then, suddenly, her pussy felt incredibly better--I started to cum immediately! I thought the condom broke, so I pulled out and reached down to find the remnants. As I continued spurting my cum on the outside of her pussy, I realized that there were no remnants. I glanced at the clock--11:21 exactly. "Uhh," I stammered, "I think it came off.? "What?!" she almost shouted. "The condom fell off?? "I think so," I replied quietly. She flipped on the light and looked at my cock. There was no hiding it now, and it was quickly deflating as I worried about the condom floating around inside Laura. "You lost the condom in me?" she was shouting now, shoving a finger into her pussy to try to retrieve the lost rubber. She realized her finger was coated with my cum. "What the fuck? You CAME in me?? I was mortified. I didn't know what to do. "What the fuck are you staring at?" she yelled at me. "Maybe if you had a dick instead of a pinky, the fucking rubber would have stayed on! Get the fuck out!? I dare not argue with her, considering how pissed she was. I grabbed my clothes and hustled out the door. As I walked to my car, my little cock had regained its erection and was rock hard. I figured it was because of the interrupted coitus I had just had, but I remember that moment as the moment that I realized it might be the humiliation that I liked. I just wasn't sure how to explore it yet? So, it was a while before I got up the courage to go out and try to meet someone new. It happened almost by accident; I met Jackie at a Christmas party for work. She worked for a company we do business with, and I could tell we had an immediate connection when we started flirting as we sipped egg nog. We talked about movies, politics, and our childhood memories before I finally suggested we go back to my place for another drink. We were already fairly drunk by that time, so we decided not to have another drink, and instead started french kissing as soon as we walked in the door. We left a trail of clothes behind us as we headed up to my bedroom. Once I found myself inside of her, I was doing everything I could to avoid cumming too quickly. Even drunk, I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, ready to explode. It seemed like an hour when I looked at the clock--it had only been five minutes! It was a record for me, and I couldn't help being a little proud, but I knew it wasn't nearly long enough. I saw Jackie squirming underneath me, grimacing like something was wrong. I asked her what it was, and she asked, "can you go any deeper?" Instantly, I was devastated--and turned on. So turned on, in fact, that I came almost immediately after that. I lasted almost six minutes exactly. We both passed out shortly after that. The next day was Sunday, so we were able to spend the day together--we went to breakfast, then a movie, then the zoo... it was actually very romantic. We ended up losing track of time and we found ourselves back at my place having a nightcap. We started making out, and I thought I had finally found a girl who didn't mind my size. I asked if she had fun last night, and she told me she really didn't remember much about it. It turned out she was more drunk than I thought. Soon, we were both down to our underwear when we climbed under the covers. After I was inside, I started pumping and she asked me, half shouting, "Are you all the way in?" I told her I was, and I asked if she wanted to switch positions. She said "We can try, but I doubt it will help!" It had only been two minutes, but I came when she said that. She felt me cumming and got angry. "Oh, come on! You're tiny AND you're a quickie?! Damn it, this was a waste of time!" She was putting her clothes back on as she was descended the stairs. I yelled after her, trying to calm her down. "I'm sorry!" "I don't care if you're sorry! Sorry doesn't make up for being a lousy lay!" With that, she finished dressing, and then I heard the door slam. Almost a year later, I decided to give it another shot. I figured I would try to meet a nice, conservative girl who wouldn't want to have sex right away and even if she did, she wouldn't have much sexual experience. That way, even if I was a little disappointing, I had a reasonable chance of her being satisfied with my tiny member. So, I joined some of the young adult groups at the church up the street, started going to the library more, and always kept my eyes open for places where conservative girls might be. That's how I met Angela. She was a mentor for one of the church groups, and she was stunning! She dressed very frumpy and I thought she was just what I was looking for. I asked her to go out for coffee after one of the meetings, and we hit it off. After a few (five) more dates, I found out that she was more than ready to have sex. We went to my place to watch a movie one night, but we ended up just making out on the couch. We were both getting pretty turned on, so we headed into the bedroom. We got undressed with the lights on, but to my surprise, she didn't react negatively when she saw my little dick. Instead, she looked almost hungry. I laid on the bed and she climbed on top of me. She grabbed my dick and guided it inside of her. She was so hot and tight! She felt like a wet oven wrapped around me. Right away, I felt the urge to cum, but I suppressed it... for a moment. We had been going for only about a minute when I saw her throw her head back and I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I started to pulse inside of her. Her eyes flew open and I could tell she was not happy. She felt me continuing to spurt and I saw the fire in her eyes. She didn't say a word--she just slapped me. HARD. I had tears welling up in my eyes as she dismounted, slipped her dress back on, and headed out the door. Well, I actually thought I was making progress after that happened. While my premature ejaculation was obviously still a problem, I figured I had at least found on woman who was not totally turned off by my tiny size. So, the next day I went out and bought some delay cream at a local sex shop. It took me a few weeks, but I eventually got to the point that I could jerk off for almost 20 minutes without cumming. So, I started frequenting a few bars again, and soon enough, I had a chance to try my newfound skills. I met a girl named Renee at Pop's, a local bar, after we were both a little tipsy. Her apartment was next door to the bar, so we headed back there almost immediately. We made out for a while, and I licked her pussy before the main event. As I was going down on her, I quickly & quietly pulled the delay cream out of my pocket and applied it to my cock. I could feel it starting to work, and soon I licked my way up her body & slipped inside of her. I felt like I was doing great, until about six minutes into it. That's when she asked me what was wrong--I guess I had a strange face as I was trying not to cum. I told her I was trying to last longer for her. She laughed a bit and told me that it just wasn't going to happen for her, so I might as well let loose. I asked her why it wasn't working, and she said that she just broke up with her boyfriend, who had a much, much bigger cock (her words). As soon as she said that, I couldn't help but cum. She apologized for saying that--explaining that she has a bad habit of brutal honesty, especially when drunk. I said it was okay, that I had to go anyway. I got out of bed to put my clothes back on, and she rolled over and looked directly at my dick. She giggled, "I just can't believe it's so tiny!? I instantly got hard, and she giggled some more. "Oooohh, somebody likes it when I call him teensy weensy!" I wasn't sure what to do; I was burning up with embarrassment! I just finished getting dressed and high-tailed it out of there. When I woke up the next morning, I immediately got on the internet and searched for "small penis." That's when I discovered the whole world of small penis humiliation, teasing, orgasm denial, and chastity. I started searching for and faithfully reading stories that had any of these themes. I found all sorts of resources for my perversions, but the captioned images were particularly exciting. As I learned more about the culture, I became more and more turned on by it. I bought myself a CB-2000 and started to deny myself. Sometimes, I would lock myself in the CB-2000 and surf the net looking for porn. I found that I much preferred to be stroking while I looked, but keep myself from cumming. Once, I locked myself in the belt and went to a strip club, leaving the key at home. I couldn't bring myself to get a lap dance, though. I still wonder what the stripper might have said? After experimenting for a while, I decided to try to deny myself for an extended period. I figured two weeks would be a good place to start, so I picked a day and ceremoniously jerked off?my last orgasm for two weeks. It was absolute torture. I decided not to wear the CB-2000?I found it more frustrating (and fulfilling) to stroke constantly but never cum. I was quickly becoming addicted. The first weekend, I just stayed at home, looking at porn on the computer, watching porn DVD's, looking through Penthouses, etc. Every waking moment was spent arousing and denying myself. On the tenth day, I went to a party for work. There, I met a woman named Dana. As nervous as I was after my last experience with a woman, we still managed to hit it off. We talked for hours and she finally offered to take me back to her apartment to see her art collection. One thing led to another, and there I was?once again, making out with a beautiful woman on the couch. This time, I kept my dick away from her wandering hands. I managed, instead, to work her skirt & panties off and kiss my way down her stomach. I arrived at my destination and licked her like there was no tomorrow. She kept herself neatly shaved, and she tasted amazing! It was like the denial I had put myself through made me so much more focused on every detail of this woman. I loved it! That was until she started to pull me up. I knew she wanted me to fuck her, but I was terrified that my dick was going to turn her off. Then again, I wanted sex like I never had before. I fumbled with my pants, but eventually got them off. I tried to keep her from seeing or touching my dick, but she managed to grab it as I was getting positioned to enter her. She paused momentarily, and I braced myself, but she was too far gone. I think she was disappointed but also horny enough that she decided to make do with what I had. She put the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and pulled me into her. As I sank into that hot, wet pussy, I realized just how horny the denial had made me?I instantly started to cum! Even before I had made it all the way inside of her! I still remember her face when she realized I was cumming. It was so intense that I couldn't really hide it, and I must have been pumping a huge amount of cum into her. She seemed so surprised, then started yelling. "Oh, my God! Did you actually just cum? First, you're a little pindick and now you're not even as good as a two-pump chump?!?!" She was literally kicking me off of her by this time. She picked up my pants & boxers, threw them at me, and told me to get the fuck out. "There's no way I'm putting up with this crap!? I tried to say I was sorry, but she said "Fuck you, you little pussy!" Then she wiped her pussy with her hand--my cum was dripping out of her--and she smeared it on the side of my face as she literally shoved me out the door and locked it. Luckily, her door is behind some high hedges, so I was able to get my pants on without being seen. Since she had driven us to her place, I began to walk the several miles back to my car. As I walked, my cock was bothering me?it was still hard! I was incredibly turned on. I wondered how I could have fallen so far so quickly. Not too long after that, I started calling phone sex operators, craving humiliation. In a cosmic coincidence, I happened to call someone who lived in my area and was very much into my particular kinks. Her name is Princess Rose. It took us a while to get together, but we finally did meet. The first time she saw my dick, she pulled no punches telling me that it was absolutely worthless. She then proceeded to lay down the ground rules for our relationship: She would be in complete control of my sexual life. She would control when and how I stroked myself, what sort of stimulation I was to be allowed (looking at porn, etc.), and of course when and IF I would be allowed to cum. She would fuck whomever she wanted, and I would be responsible for serving her and her lovers in any way they wished--getting them ready for each other, cleaning up after, getting them drinks, etc. Since then, I have lived a life of servitude. I used to jerk off three or four times a day, but over the past three years, I have had only five orgasms. Princess Rose allows me to look at porn quite often--she actually encourages it, and in fact she makes me tease myself as much as possible so I am more compliant to her wishes. I have given my Princess over 2,000 orgasms with my tongue, swallowed almost 1,000 cum loads from her pussy or directly from her lovers' cocks, and it feels like I've produced about a million gallons of pre-cum. I'm dripping right now, just telling you about it. On top of all that, she often brings girlfriends home and has me entertain them by showing them my tiny cock and jerking off without cumming. Most often, I then have to give them pedicures (only after I suck their feet & toes clean), serve them drinks, fuck (with a dildo, obviously) or lick them to as many orgasms as they wish, lick their asses, clean them after they've had sex, and anything else they desire. My princess even had me serve her teenage sister, who was very demanding and cruel--she fucked me with a strap-on in front of several of her girlfriends. And, of course, whenever I am abused like this, I must thank my abuser profusely. Princess Rose is particularly fond of making me kiss her lovers' cocks and thank them for doing what I could not. Sometimes I wish I had a bigger cock and some control of my orgasms so that I could be more like my Princess's lovers-walking around confidently, fucking as many women as I want, hearing them scream as I make them cum? Then again, that doesn't sound like much fun at all! Comments are always welcome! emerson.rho@gmail.com 3447 1.19/512345