LIFE SENTENCE Pt 1 By Throne
When I got married to Bridget two years ago, I was ecstatically happy. Imagine me, a short, not at all macho guy, wedding a tall beauty with exotic features, long, thick black hair, double-large curves, and tiny shapely feet. I was in a frenzy of sexual anticipation. During our brief engagement she told me that she needed to save sex for our wedding night because she wasn't 'that kind of girl'. I was thrilled to think that she had little or no bedroom experience. With my tiny dick I didn't need her comparing me to men from her past.
Our wedding was small. She made all the plans, even selecting a friend of hers to be Best Man. It was sort of pushy of Bridget but, every time I gazed up into her dark eyes I lost any hope of opposing her. The ceremony was short and then we went to the reception. She danced with the Best Man, Randy, a tall muscular guy, several times. On the slow numbers they were way too close together but what could I say. Several of Bridget's sexy girlfriends insisted on dancing with me. All of them rubbed against me and made me keep lowering my hands until I was touching their bottoms. By the end of the reception I was wildly horny.
We had a room at the same hotel where we had rented space for the gathering. When we got to our door Bridget said she doubted I was strong enough to carry her over the threshold. I meekly admitted that she was right. She entered first, giving me a perfect view of her broad backside in the tight wedding dress she had selected. My undersized member was tingling as I closed the door and followed her to the bedroom. Bridget slowly undressed, hypnotizing me with her body. In sexy lingerie she was even more stunning than I had anticipated.
When she started undressing me I could only stand there and let her. Bridget blew in my ears and stroked my nipples, which have always been very receptive. I was panting by time she knelt in front of me, dropped my pants, and tugged down my shorts. My bride had me so aroused that I had completely forgotten that she had never seen my undersized genitals. She snapped to her feet, bumping her body against mine and pushing me over backward. I lay there, trousers around my ankles, erection on display, gaping up at my mind bogglingly desirable wife.
"You bastard!" she yelled. "You never told me you had the dick of a little boy. I can't have sex with that tiny thing. How do you expect to be a good husband if you're not even honest with me?"
I was stunned. "B... but, Bridget. Dearest. We can work things out."
"Damned right we can. I'm going to fix it right now." She got her cell phone and hit one of the pre-dials. "Hello, Randy? Yeah, it's me. I'm in Room 513. Can you come right up here, honey?"
She stayed where she was, glowering down at me, telling me over and over how mad she was, saying that because I had betrayed her she had the right to do whatever she wanted to make herself happy. I didn't understand. All I could do was lay there and plead with my eyes. Minutes later the door burst open and in strode Randy. I yelped and covered my crotch with my hands, squirming around to try to regain my feet. Bridget gave me a hard look that stopped me where I was. Her hulking friend suddenly appeared, looming threateningly over me.
My new wife said to him, "I can't believe this twerp let me think he had enough between his legs to keep me happy." Then, to my horror, she brazenly put her hand on Randy's crotch. "But from what the other girls tell me, you have what I need."
"Damn right," he said with total confidence. "And I know how to use it."
His powerful arms went around her and he drew my bride into a firm embrace. As he tilted his face towards hers she leaned back her head to receive his kiss, which was hard, deep and long. I couldn't contain a moan of defeat as another man enjoyed my wife's surrender. His large hands ran down her back and squeezed the cheeks I had been longing to touch for months. I whimpered.
Randy scowled at me and ordered, "I don't want to hear shit from you, jerk face. It's time to make it clear how things are going to work in Bridget's marriage. As of this minute you have no right to tell this hot bitch you want sex, or to make those sad puppy eyes at her and try to guilt her into it, or even to look at her like you think you're going to get it. Understood?"
"W... wait a second," I told him with no authority in my voice. "We... we're married."
"You're married on paper. You can pay the rent and she's got a right to all your money. But in the bedroom you have NO rights to do anything but what she tells you to do. And that's because you have a dick that couldn't satisfy any woman. Are you going to give me an argument?"
"You can't..." I broke eye contact with him, too scared to say anything else. "N... no sir. No argument. Not if that's what Bridget wants."
She told me, "You know it is, you lying little wimp. And now Randy's going to show you how it's going to be from now on. Get up on your knees so you don't miss a thing. And leave those pants down. I want you to be reminded the entire time that it's your baby dick -- along with your dishonesty -- that got you into so much trouble."
The fearsome intruder pushed her back onto the bed and told her to take off her panties. I watched in horror as she happily obeyed his wish. At the same time, Randy was unbuttoning his shirt. Soon he had unfastened his pants and dropped them. He wore jockey briefs which showed off the huge bulge between his legs. I had nothing to offer in comparison to that. Bridget knelt before him as she had so recently with me. But this time when she lowered the covering garment, what sprang up wasn't a narrow four inches but an impressively thick eight. Her wide mouth enclosed the fat head and sucked until another inch was added to his length. The man was more than twice as long as I was. His balls were huge. All I could do was to kneel beside the bed and listlen to her urge him on.
"Come on, lover. I need a real cock so bad. If you don't shove that monster in me right now, I'm going to scream."
He laughed. "And when I DO shove it into you, you might scream, too."
All too soon he was kneeling between her lewdly splayed thighs. That was where I had expected to be by now. It felt unreal as she set the knob of his tool against her pussy lips and fed in the first half of the shaft. Bridget moaned with pleasure and begged for more. Randy was only too happy to comply. She squirmed her hips as he buried himself in her up to his balls. Then he started giving her long unhurried strokes, making her mewl and hold onto his powerful shoulders.
My wife encouraged him. "That's so good. Keep ramming that supercock into me, you amazing bastard. I'll do anything you want if you'll just keep screwing me."
"Yeah?" he said, not even breathing hard. "Will you promise never to let your loser of a husband put put his cigarette-dick in you? Will you make sure to let him see you naked all the time? And in the sluttiest outfits you can find? Are you going to make him so hard-up that he'll feel like crying everytime you tell him he's never going to get any pussy?"
She thrust up to meet his every down stroke. To each question she grunted out another "Yes." He was getting what he wanted. I was permanently sidelined. I could watch my sexual dynamo of a wife have sex with him, but would never enjoy her favors myself. I tried not to but couldn't keep myself from sobbing.
"Look at him!" Bridget cried, panting. "Look at the crybaby. Damn it, Randy, it's getting me even hotter, making him suffer."
"I know, baby. It's the kind of thing you can get hooked on. And the more you like it, the harder you'll wanted to work to make him miserable. The wimp'll get years and years and years of being treated like crap. It's going to be a life sentence for him."
At that thought my new wife was launched into an animated, vocal climax. Her body convulsed under Randy as he maintained his rhythm to prolong her sensual high as long as he could. When she had finally settled down, he slowly increased his pace, building her toward another orgasm. She cursed and babbled and swore that she was going to work every day to destroy me. I was crying openly by the time he triggered her second orgasm and, still in control of both of them, allowed himself to finish. It was long and loud and drove home again the truth that I could offer him zero competition on the mattress. Finally he rolled off her. Bridget lay there, his cum overfilling her pussy, still in the seductive lingerie she had worn under her dress, during our wedding ceremony, only hours ago.
Randy announced, "We've got to seal this deal, baby."
She sighed. "Whatever you want."
"And it has to be something that puts him so far down that he won't even dream of being treated like a real husband. So what the pussy boy's going to do is go down on you."
"Ohhhh. I'll make him if you want me to, Randy, but I'm so messy there and I don't want to ruin my mood by getting up to wash off."
"Hell, who said anything about cleaning up? That's pussyface's job. He's going to eat you AND lap up all that salty cream I left in there."
She swore happily. "That's getting my nipples hard again, even after I just got off -- twice. You're really right about me getting hooked on busting his stones. I am going to make him sooooo miserable." At me she barked, "You heard the man, lick-up boy. Get your mouth busy down there. Give me a buzz and slurp up all that sticky goo at the same time. Show us what an obedient husband you're going to be from now on, every single day, no matter what I tell you to do."
Feeling queasy, but too afraid to even hesitate, I knelt between her full thighs and pressed my lower face to her crotch. With my stomach lurching, I got my tongue busy, trying to give her pleasure and not think too much about the demeaning act I was performing. Because she had finished so recently, it took forever to coax her toward another finale. While I was shoving my tongue into her to retrieve Randy's cum, which I had to swallow, he rolled toward her and kissed her, his broad hands freely squeezing her large breasts, his rough fingers toying with her nipples. Eventually, she reached an unfettered release. Her back arched, her long legs jerked, and she thumped her heels hard against my lower back. In pain, I carefully tongued her through a sustained afterglow. She purred and gave Randy another lingering kiss.
After that she canceled our honeymoon reservations and pocketed the refunds. Instead, we spent several days at her apartment, with Randy there most of the time and the two of them enjoying plenty of sex. I was usually kept naked and spent my time cleaning every room, being verbally and physically abused, and occasionally being allowed to dress to run errands. One of the latter was to have my savings transferred solely to Bridget's name. She also drew up a pre-nuptial agreement, post-dated it to three weeks before our wedding, and made me sign it. Randy wasn't even there at the time. I was so intimidated by my wife that she didn't need his muscle behind her demands to make me comply.
At the end of my first week of marriage I was penniless, with my new car and everything signed over to her. If we ever separated, she would be entitled to almost all of my earnings for life. She and Randy had decided to become lovers and stay that way. I had to wait hand and foot on the man who had taken my bride from me. I still wasn't permitted any sort of sexual relief, so whenever I was allowed out of the apartment, every cute woman I saw elevated my sexual temperature. And Bridget lived up to her promise to constantly tease me with her body. Sometimes she would dress like a whore in the afternoon and spend the rest of the day telling me what a slut she was going to be for Randy when he arrived in the evening.
What happened after that first week will have to wait to be told. Right now Randy's stopping over from his construction job for lunch. He won't have much time so Bridget wants me to lick her slit now so she'll be really wet down there when he arrives and they can have sex right away, maybe with her bent over the kitchen table while I make them their sandwiches. That was what my life had become and I only expected it to grow worse. In that I was not wrong.
End of Part One.
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When I got married to Bridget two years ago, I was ecstatically happy. Imagine me, a short, not at all macho guy, wedding a tall beauty with exotic features, long, thick black hair, double-large curves, and tiny shapely feet. I was in a frenzy of sexual anticipation. During our brief engagement she told me that she needed to save sex for our wedding night because she wasn't 'that kind of girl'. I was thrilled to think that she had little or no bedroom experience. With my tiny dick I didn't need her comparing me to men from her past.
Our wedding was small. She made all the plans, even selecting a friend of hers to be Best Man. It was sort of pushy of Bridget but, every time I gazed up into her dark eyes I lost any hope of opposing her. The ceremony was short and then we went to the reception. She danced with the Best Man, Randy, a tall muscular guy, several times. On the slow numbers they were way too close together but what could I say. Several of Bridget's sexy girlfriends insisted on dancing with me. All of them rubbed against me and made me keep lowering my hands until I was touching their bottoms. By the end of the reception I was wildly horny.
We had a room at the same hotel where we had rented space for the gathering. When we got to our door Bridget said she doubted I was strong enough to carry her over the threshold. I meekly admitted that she was right. She entered first, giving me a perfect view of her broad backside in the tight wedding dress she had selected. My undersized member was tingling as I closed the door and followed her to the bedroom. Bridget slowly undressed, hypnotizing me with her body. In sexy lingerie she was even more stunning than I had anticipated.
When she started undressing me I could only stand there and let her. Bridget blew in my ears and stroked my nipples, which have always been very receptive. I was panting by time she knelt in front of me, dropped my pants, and tugged down my shorts. My bride had me so aroused that I had completely forgotten that she had never seen my undersized genitals. She snapped to her feet, bumping her body against mine and pushing me over backward. I lay there, trousers around my ankles, erection on display, gaping up at my mind bogglingly desirable wife.
"You bastard!" she yelled. "You never told me you had the dick of a little boy. I can't have sex with that tiny thing. How do you expect to be a good husband if you're not even honest with me?"
I was stunned. "B... but, Bridget. Dearest. We can work things out."
"Damned right we can. I'm going to fix it right now." She got her cell phone and hit one of the pre-dials. "Hello, Randy? Yeah, it's me. I'm in Room 513. Can you come right up here, honey?"
She stayed where she was, glowering down at me, telling me over and over how mad she was, saying that because I had betrayed her she had the right to do whatever she wanted to make herself happy. I didn't understand. All I could do was lay there and plead with my eyes. Minutes later the door burst open and in strode Randy. I yelped and covered my crotch with my hands, squirming around to try to regain my feet. Bridget gave me a hard look that stopped me where I was. Her hulking friend suddenly appeared, looming threateningly over me.
My new wife said to him, "I can't believe this twerp let me think he had enough between his legs to keep me happy." Then, to my horror, she brazenly put her hand on Randy's crotch. "But from what the other girls tell me, you have what I need."
"Damn right," he said with total confidence. "And I know how to use it."
His powerful arms went around her and he drew my bride into a firm embrace. As he tilted his face towards hers she leaned back her head to receive his kiss, which was hard, deep and long. I couldn't contain a moan of defeat as another man enjoyed my wife's surrender. His large hands ran down her back and squeezed the cheeks I had been longing to touch for months. I whimpered.
Randy scowled at me and ordered, "I don't want to hear shit from you, jerk face. It's time to make it clear how things are going to work in Bridget's marriage. As of this minute you have no right to tell this hot bitch you want sex, or to make those sad puppy eyes at her and try to guilt her into it, or even to look at her like you think you're going to get it. Understood?"
"W... wait a second," I told him with no authority in my voice. "We... we're married."
"You're married on paper. You can pay the rent and she's got a right to all your money. But in the bedroom you have NO rights to do anything but what she tells you to do. And that's because you have a dick that couldn't satisfy any woman. Are you going to give me an argument?"
"You can't..." I broke eye contact with him, too scared to say anything else. "N... no sir. No argument. Not if that's what Bridget wants."
She told me, "You know it is, you lying little wimp. And now Randy's going to show you how it's going to be from now on. Get up on your knees so you don't miss a thing. And leave those pants down. I want you to be reminded the entire time that it's your baby dick -- along with your dishonesty -- that got you into so much trouble."
The fearsome intruder pushed her back onto the bed and told her to take off her panties. I watched in horror as she happily obeyed his wish. At the same time, Randy was unbuttoning his shirt. Soon he had unfastened his pants and dropped them. He wore jockey briefs which showed off the huge bulge between his legs. I had nothing to offer in comparison to that. Bridget knelt before him as she had so recently with me. But this time when she lowered the covering garment, what sprang up wasn't a narrow four inches but an impressively thick eight. Her wide mouth enclosed the fat head and sucked until another inch was added to his length. The man was more than twice as long as I was. His balls were huge. All I could do was to kneel beside the bed and listlen to her urge him on.
"Come on, lover. I need a real cock so bad. If you don't shove that monster in me right now, I'm going to scream."
He laughed. "And when I DO shove it into you, you might scream, too."
All too soon he was kneeling between her lewdly splayed thighs. That was where I had expected to be by now. It felt unreal as she set the knob of his tool against her pussy lips and fed in the first half of the shaft. Bridget moaned with pleasure and begged for more. Randy was only too happy to comply. She squirmed her hips as he buried himself in her up to his balls. Then he started giving her long unhurried strokes, making her mewl and hold onto his powerful shoulders.
My wife encouraged him. "That's so good. Keep ramming that supercock into me, you amazing bastard. I'll do anything you want if you'll just keep screwing me."
"Yeah?" he said, not even breathing hard. "Will you promise never to let your loser of a husband put put his cigarette-dick in you? Will you make sure to let him see you naked all the time? And in the sluttiest outfits you can find? Are you going to make him so hard-up that he'll feel like crying everytime you tell him he's never going to get any pussy?"
She thrust up to meet his every down stroke. To each question she grunted out another "Yes." He was getting what he wanted. I was permanently sidelined. I could watch my sexual dynamo of a wife have sex with him, but would never enjoy her favors myself. I tried not to but couldn't keep myself from sobbing.
"Look at him!" Bridget cried, panting. "Look at the crybaby. Damn it, Randy, it's getting me even hotter, making him suffer."
"I know, baby. It's the kind of thing you can get hooked on. And the more you like it, the harder you'll wanted to work to make him miserable. The wimp'll get years and years and years of being treated like crap. It's going to be a life sentence for him."
At that thought my new wife was launched into an animated, vocal climax. Her body convulsed under Randy as he maintained his rhythm to prolong her sensual high as long as he could. When she had finally settled down, he slowly increased his pace, building her toward another orgasm. She cursed and babbled and swore that she was going to work every day to destroy me. I was crying openly by the time he triggered her second orgasm and, still in control of both of them, allowed himself to finish. It was long and loud and drove home again the truth that I could offer him zero competition on the mattress. Finally he rolled off her. Bridget lay there, his cum overfilling her pussy, still in the seductive lingerie she had worn under her dress, during our wedding ceremony, only hours ago.
Randy announced, "We've got to seal this deal, baby."
She sighed. "Whatever you want."
"And it has to be something that puts him so far down that he won't even dream of being treated like a real husband. So what the pussy boy's going to do is go down on you."
"Ohhhh. I'll make him if you want me to, Randy, but I'm so messy there and I don't want to ruin my mood by getting up to wash off."
"Hell, who said anything about cleaning up? That's pussyface's job. He's going to eat you AND lap up all that salty cream I left in there."
She swore happily. "That's getting my nipples hard again, even after I just got off -- twice. You're really right about me getting hooked on busting his stones. I am going to make him sooooo miserable." At me she barked, "You heard the man, lick-up boy. Get your mouth busy down there. Give me a buzz and slurp up all that sticky goo at the same time. Show us what an obedient husband you're going to be from now on, every single day, no matter what I tell you to do."
Feeling queasy, but too afraid to even hesitate, I knelt between her full thighs and pressed my lower face to her crotch. With my stomach lurching, I got my tongue busy, trying to give her pleasure and not think too much about the demeaning act I was performing. Because she had finished so recently, it took forever to coax her toward another finale. While I was shoving my tongue into her to retrieve Randy's cum, which I had to swallow, he rolled toward her and kissed her, his broad hands freely squeezing her large breasts, his rough fingers toying with her nipples. Eventually, she reached an unfettered release. Her back arched, her long legs jerked, and she thumped her heels hard against my lower back. In pain, I carefully tongued her through a sustained afterglow. She purred and gave Randy another lingering kiss.
After that she canceled our honeymoon reservations and pocketed the refunds. Instead, we spent several days at her apartment, with Randy there most of the time and the two of them enjoying plenty of sex. I was usually kept naked and spent my time cleaning every room, being verbally and physically abused, and occasionally being allowed to dress to run errands. One of the latter was to have my savings transferred solely to Bridget's name. She also drew up a pre-nuptial agreement, post-dated it to three weeks before our wedding, and made me sign it. Randy wasn't even there at the time. I was so intimidated by my wife that she didn't need his muscle behind her demands to make me comply.
At the end of my first week of marriage I was penniless, with my new car and everything signed over to her. If we ever separated, she would be entitled to almost all of my earnings for life. She and Randy had decided to become lovers and stay that way. I had to wait hand and foot on the man who had taken my bride from me. I still wasn't permitted any sort of sexual relief, so whenever I was allowed out of the apartment, every cute woman I saw elevated my sexual temperature. And Bridget lived up to her promise to constantly tease me with her body. Sometimes she would dress like a whore in the afternoon and spend the rest of the day telling me what a slut she was going to be for Randy when he arrived in the evening.
What happened after that first week will have to wait to be told. Right now Randy's stopping over from his construction job for lunch. He won't have much time so Bridget wants me to lick her slit now so she'll be really wet down there when he arrives and they can have sex right away, maybe with her bent over the kitchen table while I make them their sandwiches. That was what my life had become and I only expected it to grow worse. In that I was not wrong.
End of Part One.
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