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AMBROSE
The maitre'd's
eyes opened as the hostess escorted the woman with her child into Tollozo's. My God, that's the tallest woman I've ever seen,
Felix thought to himself.
Tall,
Felix breathed through his nose
while showing Gunn and his ho-ho, moll a table.
She practically has to lean down
to hold the little guy's hand! Felix's tongue tapped against his teeth angrily.
And I can't even get a decent girl on Match.com.
Brody looked at Marla with a
smile. He slipped Felix a C-note to thank him for fetching him the two Yellow
Pages that were propping his little bottom up. "Are you comfortable,
Brody?" Marla asked. "It must be difficult to ask for telephone books
wherever you go."
She hasn't mentioned the e-mail
yet. Brody smiled. "Try shopping in the Brooks Brother's Children's
division." Brody drained his water. "But that's okay, I'm used to it.
Being rich and handsome makes up for it, right?"
He loved the way Marla grinned.
It had been six weeks of a lot of fun, a lot of smiles...and what a hot girl
she was! Brody sweated a little as he watched Marla look up from the menu.
"I read your e-mail
today." Marla smiled, tossing her hair demurely. She had a blonde mane
that wouldn't quit, though Brody had a difficult time taking his eyes off her swelling
cleavage in the white dress. "It was weird, but intrigiuing
in a way...you have fantasies of dominance?"
Oh Jesus. Here it was. "Y-yeah. It's part of why I date very tall women."
Marla covered her mouth with a manicured hand, and Brody blushed.
"I mean, there aren't many
women in the world that are shorter than I...but I've always liked REALLY tall
women. I-I um..." Suddenly Marla's huge
hand was covering his tiny one. He couldn't lose her.
"Ambrose--Brody...it's okay.
I like you a lot, I might even love you...and we'll discuss it at home."
And Marla smiled.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Marla leaned against Brody's
leather couch, still in her white dress, her legs crossed, as she watched Brody
come in from the bedroom, stark naked. Marla tried to unzip her top but Brody
held up his little hand.
"No, no, Miss Marla, you
don't have to take anything off yet."
Brody smiled at Marla, who was
somewhat puzzled. Look at him, though, she thought. His little nubby dick is hard, standing—no, he’s kneeling!—in front of
me as I sit here with all my clothes on.
Marla waved a heel at Brody and
his little teeny dick got a bit harder. What the hell was this about?
Certainly Marla had been
naked with Brody before, he’d worshipped her entire body, licking everywhere, his
little head going under and around her 44DD breasts, and all the way down to
her tootsies, before licking back up to go between Marla’s legs. And how Brody loved her honeypot.
Brody’s little head had had
quite a good time between Marla’s thighs, and she’d had to admit that it was
the best cunnilingus she’d ever experienced.
But what was all this dominance
submission about? Right now, Brody was hesitantly kissing Marla’s feet. Marla
knew that she’d created resentment in men she
dated by being so tall and large, though perfectly proportioned.
She’d hesitated to wear heels on
dates with men because she didn’t want them to feel small, though only once,
when dating one of the Washington Bullets, had she been shorter. And that was
in twelve years of dating different guys, since Marla was thirteen.
With Brody, it was so different.
He was a midget—a dwarf. Four feet tall. (Actually
three foot ten) And Brody had actually given Marla several pairs of six inch
heels as a gift. Not just the ones made by the Gunn company,
either. She was wearing a pair now, and it appeared that Brody was licking the
heel, or something. But he was a great guy! Look how hard his cock is.
Brody was in heaven. Oh, look at
her beautiful legs, they’re so long. On a previous engagement Brody had stood
next to Marla while she was in a denim miniskirt and he’d realized that her
legs were actually longer than his entire body. His head had barely reached her
miniskirted thigh.
Now he stroked and massaged the
mammoth, but beautifully shaped leg, and took one of Marla’s shoes off,
surreptitiously rubbing the heel against his cock as he put it on the floor.
Marla then moved her stockinged foot and pushed Brody’s dick playfully.
The stocking scratched
against Brody’s little penis, and oh, how excited he was getting! Brody moaned
loudly, and Marla pulled her foot away. “I didn’t hurt your penis did I, hon?”
Brody pulled her foot back to his
crotch. Well really his belly, as her heel touched his cock while her toes
reached Brody’s little nipples.
“No, it’s wonderful, Miss Marla.
I’m very happy, and you excite me when you rub my wee-wee.”
There. He’d said it. Not a penis but a wee-wee. Brody
hoped Marla would add that to her vocabulary. After all, a penis as shrunken as
his had no business being thought of as anything but, right?
Marla smiled and rubbed her foot
against Brody’s penis again, and she pulled it back a bit so she could tickle
his foreskin with her huge toenails.
Brody was so astonished.
Her foot was again carefully pushing his cock against his belly, and Brody was
amazed at how big Marla’s foot was.
It was beautiful and
feminine, but my God, he felt as if he was being teased by She-Hulk!
“Miss Marla,” Brody asked with
bated breath. “May I remove your stocking?”
AN HOUR OR SO LATER
Marla breathed, smiling as she
put her other shoe on. Brody had begged Marla to stay the night, but with all
the action he’d had between her legs tonight, she would have to go home and
call Derek, her black lover to give her a little “push” with a nice big
dick…though there had already been orgasms a-plenty!
What fun this had been. Brody’s
little tongue had been all over her body. Ambrose “Brody” Gunn had a tongue
like a machine! Now Marla was pulling on her other shoe and was fainlly dressed, and she turned to Brody, who was still
lying on the bed, naked, his tongue exhausted from bringing her to so many
orgasms.
“How was it for you, big boy?”
Marla asked, leaning over Brody playfully. Marla took Brody’s tiny penis in her
fingers as if she were holding a number two yellow pencil by the eraser, though
actually a pencil eraser might be wider. Too bad she didn’t have a microscope.
As Marla squeezed Brody’s
eraser-head her purple nail scraped Brody’s little scrotum and he squealed like
a white mouse. Marla rubbed her thumb and forefinger around the glans of Brody’s little cock and he whimpered.
Of course Marla’s fingers were
large enough that they covered Brody’s cock beyond the glans,
to the middle of what would be called a shaft on a normal man. But Brody’s
little weiner was just a worm of sorts.
Marla's fingers began twiddling up and down on Brody's teeny penis.
Brody gasped as the soft but rather powerful fingers played themselves
teasingly along his two inch shaft, massaging the tiny frenum
with the tip of the thumb. Brody was in ecstasy.
Marla pulled and stroked Brody's penis and it got harder and harder.
Suddenly Brody was twitching and trembling, and he felt like he was going to
cum. OOOohh.
But, just as the semen was approaching the tip, Marla pulled her hand
away for a moment, and pushed Brody in the nose playfully. By the time her hand
had returned to his cock, he was just somewhat hard again. So frustrating!
She must like my cock, he thought, to keep playing with it like this. I
can't believe she won't jerk me off, I did make her
cum six times with my mouth!
"It's like a Vienna Sausage, Brody." Marla said, laughing, and
then she looked a bit contrite when Ambrose blushed. "I don't want to hurt
your feelings, hon, but--"
She didn't want to hurt his feelings at all, to the contrary.
Brody was the best thing that had happened to her in a while. He'd given
her a tennis bracelet on their second date that Marla had E-bayed to get her
parents out of their Winnebago and into a real house!
But Brody looked at her, red faced, and smiled a bit. "That's true,
Miss Marla. I do have a tiny little penis, and it's not much good for anything.
Even Thumbelina would dump me, probably." Brody looked apologetic.
"Well, I'm not going anywhere, you're a
cutie pie, Brody." Marla lifted her large right hand off where it had been
holding Brody's wrists down and she tickled his armpits with her long nails,
and he shrieked with laughter.
Marla opened her mouth and waved her tongue around seducing Brody as he
wriggled around beneath her teasing fingers.
Marla laughed and jiggled her breasts at Brody as she kept tickliing him. Brody tried to pull his head up to kiss her
cleavage in the white dress, and she pushed him down easily.
Marla tickled Brody further, thinking of how she'd used to hold her
little brother down and tickle him til he cried. But
her 8 year old brother had been stronger than this pathetic little dwarf-man.
Marla's long fingers easily moved to Brody's belly and she took her
other hand off his cock and she began tickling Brody's belly, so now she was
tickling armpits and belly simultaneously with both hands.
Marla shook one shoe off and lifted her foot up and began gently
punching Brody's balls with her toes and the little man squealed and roared,
sort of like a parrot that had been rolled in ether.
Brody was panicking now. This gorgeous huge woman was making him almost
hysterical, and he had to get away before he became apoplectic. The brutal
tickling had gone too long. "Stop, hee-hee really
Marla!" But she ignored him.
Brody was amazed at Marla's strength. She'd been able to hold him down
effortlessly. And think, Brody could bench press fifty
pounds easily after only five years of going to the gym! But Marla was much stronger.
Now Marla was tickling Brody's armpits with only one hand as she pinched
and tickled his stomach with the other. Her foot was still poking his crotch
painfully, and Brody was worried he might die laughing. Or, his balls might
fall off from the toe punching.
Still, Brody was quite aroused watching Marla's full cleavage in the
white cocktail dress. Oh, those breasts! The first date, Brody had gotten Marla
naked and poked his little head between her 44DD's and had nearly smothered himself in happiness.
Brody could tell that Marla was quite amused by the fact that Brody was
such a small fellow. Brody was what was called a "proportionate
dwarf" or a midget, and he didn't have the large head and little body like
most regular dwarves, but unlike many proportionate midgets, Brody's penis and
testicles worked just fine.
Brody's wealthy and very supportive parents had ensured that he'd had a
healthy self esteem. In fact he'd been so full of himself by the time he got to
school, that the other kids liked him tremendously and weren't worried that he
was such a little fellow.
He couldn't play tackle football, of course, but was quite adept
at the other sports, and he'd learned judo and tae kwon do and thus could flip
kids three times his size.
Brody's confidence and money had gotten him many full grown beauties
starting with a five foot seven housemaid who he'd screwed at thirteen. And the
girls had come almost constantly after that. But he'd never confessed his
submissive side as it was generally important to be as masculine as possible as you could when you were a three foot ten
womanizer!
But Marla was different, and Brody had known it wh en he began dating her. Brody had immediately
begun fnatsizing about her as a domme--Marla was of German stock and was a tall icy blonde
goddess, and had those frowning eyebrows and deep red lips that made him quake.
Brody had first noticed Marla, his father's receptionist when dropping
by to see the fall line of wing-tips. As Dad's P.R. vice-president, he was in
and out of the office a lot, and couldn't get over this hot, huge blonde with
the tight white sweater.
The first time she'd bent over and shook his little hand with her long
nails, he'd nearly cum in his shorts. And he'd been amazed that she'd gone on a
date with him...and what a girl she was!
After Brody'd gone out a few times with Marla
he'd known that Marla wasn't like other women, that she'd be open-minded and
adventurous enough to find being a dominant woman interesting.
He'd seen a regal side to her, and noticed how men flurried all over her
when they went to parties and concerts, and how beautifully bored Marla was
with this. Brody had jerked off furiously thinking of her in a
leather PVC, carrying a whip.
So this was a dream come true, this date, and it was wonderful that
Marla had taken charge, as it were. He couldn't believe she was so good at it!
But she'd scrabbled her way through college and a master's degree in art
history, the first degree in her family,and
perhaps that was why she was such a tough woman.
However it seemed if she was going a little far now with the aggressive
tickling. Good God, she should let up, eh?
Brody was now actually trying to end the tickling session, since Marla
seemed deaf to his pleas. He wrestled her long, cruelly tickling hand, trying
to keep her from tickling him further as there were now blisters from her long
nails under his arms.
Also he was in acute pain from laughing and struggling. Marla was
looking a little annoyed as Brody finally took both ofhis
little hands and triumphantly pushed one of her tickling hands off his armpits,
while kicking away her foot from his balls.
"I've got you now." Brody giglged as
he pushed Marla's other hand away with all his strength. "You can't
overpower me, Missy." But Martha didn't seem to be enjoying the mirth.
"Let go of my hand, Brody!" Marla said in annoyance.
"Not unless you quit tickling, hon." Rich kids get their way, he
thought.
Marla's deep brows became thunderous, and she picked Brody up by the
shoulders and shook his little head. "Who do you think you are?"
Marla threw Brody across her stockinged knee. One
hand took Brody's wrist and pinned it behind his back. "I can't stand a
disobedient child." she said calmly.
Brody struggled mightily to free his hand from behind his back. Jesus
she's gone nuts! he thought. This is a little too real
for me. I am, after all Ambrose Gunn the Third. But he couldn't move. It
reminded him of being spanked by his governess when he was four.
Oh, God. Here Brody was, naked across Marla's adorably short white
skirt. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! What a big hand she had. SPANK! SPANK!
"Please stop!" Brody begged, but the hand smacked him again,
and he couldn't move his arm from his back. SPANK SPANK
SPANK
What a big hand she had! Tears came to Brody's eyes. "When Momma
wants you to hold still so she can tickle you, and she lays you down, don't
fight her!" Marla said severely. SPANK SPANK SPANK. "You should be grateful Momma pays this much
attention to your sorry little ass."
Now Brody was annoyed. "You're not my mother." he gasped.
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
"I'm Momma now...tell me I'm your Momma!" Marla's voice rang
coldly. "Or I'll spank you till your little butt falls off."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Marla's manicured hand slammed against Brody's tiny
little bare bottom harder and harder, and he began howling. "No, I won't
call you Moh--Ow! OW!"
Brody wiggled, enraged, but Marla calmly held him down and whacked his ass ten
more times with her hand.
"It doesn't hurt me, Brody, it's like
playing pattycake with a hamster." Marla said
calmly. "But maybe I'm not trying hard enough." Reaching down, she
picked up the shoe she'd dropped, it had a six inch
heel. "Let's try this!"
Marla rolled Brody over so he was now lying on his sore butt on her
legs, and she lifted the heel, and brought it down on his balls.
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