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Subject: {ASSM} A Little Magic Ch.8 by Rachael Ross (M/FF, Oral, Mast, Humil, Cheat)
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A Little Magic
By Rachael

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for mature
audiences.
Story Codes: M/FF, Oral, Mast, Humil, Cheat

A Little Magic - Chapter Eight


"Oh...Oh God!" Brenda gasped softly, cumming for the third time in the
last five minutes.

The woman was shaking all over, hot and flushed, her fingers rubbing
her clit in small quick circles as she watched through the barely
opened door at what was happening on the bed. On her marriage bed. The
diminutive woman, Pauline, was riding her husband's cock, fucking her
body along its length.

"Ohhh...." Brenda wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't. She had
to watch, it was like a punishment, seeing that tiny beautiful woman,
not even as tall as Robert's cock was long, sliding up and down the
ruddy shaft.

But the rewards...Brenda couldn't breathe. She couldn't think
straight. Why did it turn her on seeing that? She should have been
outraged by it, seeing her loving husband cheating with another woman.
Brenda felt humiliation, even though she knew neither of them could
know she was there watching, Brenda knew. She knew that Pauline was
winning, she was stealing Robert away, taking Brenda's place as the
woman in his heart.

It was what she'd always feared, what made her so jealous and timid
around other women, other, more beautiful women. She deserved this, a
little voice was saying. Brenda deserved to lose to a woman like
Pauline. She wasn't as beautiful, or smart, or self-assured. It should
be her that was small and insignificant, not Pauline. Brenda was the
one who was barely 6 inches tall, she knew it in her heart. Pauline
was still towering over here, as if she hadn't shrunk at all.

Even that spanking, that terrible torment Brenda had inflicted on the
woman, meant nothing now. Pauline had used it against her. She'd taken
that punishment and turned it into a victory and Brenda sobbed as
another orgasm rushed through her feverish mind. She hated herself for
it, for feeling that way, for enjoying the way she felt so debased and
useless. Pauline was dominating her completely while Brenda
masturbated, and the little woman didn't even know it.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Or maybe she did.

Pauline giggled, feeling her own recent orgasms fading like a warm
soft glow through her flushed body. She was covered with Robert's
sperm, inside and out. She was hot and sticky and she rubbed what she
couldn't push into her steaming sex onto her breasts and across her
face.

"What a luxury!" Pauline sighed.

A sperm bath, who could imagined such a thing? And Pauline decided
that she'd have to have Robert jerk off into a cup, or maybe that
smooth shell-shaped soap dish in the bathroom; that looked like a
bathtub anyway, and then Pauline could take a real bath in the stuff.
She smiled at Robert who was just finally catching his breath and
smiling back, hardly realizing what had just happened.

"Do you like me, Robert?" Pauline asked softly, moving back to
Robert's cock, which was merely as large as Pauline herself now, semi-
hard and just as wet.

"Oh yes." Robert nodded.

"Do you...love me?" Pauline climbed onto his penis, which was lying
flat, curved just a little, and rather soft like a huge, odd-shaped
pillow.

"I...What?" Robert blinked, as if realizing where he was and he looked
around. "What are you doing? We've got to stop, Pauline!"

But Robert wasn't moving to stop the woman as she straddled his cock
once more, hugging it to her tummy, flattening her breasts against as
she pressed her cheek to the smooth soft head. It felt good like that,
like nothing Robert had ever felt in his life. She was snuggling on
his cock, Pauline's long legs wrapped around it as far as possible,
her tiny hands digging at the velvet soft skin, gripping and pulling.

"No we don't..." Pauline sighed. "I love your cock, Robert...God, I
love it like this!"

And Pauline wasn't lying, nor was she out of her mind with passion.
She was perfectly lucid now, and she knew she'd had an epiphany of
sorts, a revelation that had struck her like a lightning bolt out a
clear blue sky. She loved that huge cock, the way it was so big and
strong, uncontrollable like a wild beast, and yet she could tame it.
She could make it do as she commanded.

How could she ever have been satisfied with normal sized men? How
would she ever be again after this moment, after this perfect union?
She didn't miss the penetration at all, it wasn't important that
Robert's cock would never fit into her miniscule womb. She didn't need
that. Pauline needed this, just the holding, the grinding and kissing.
She moved her sex up and down, feeling the wetness running from her,
enjoying the way Robert's cock was sticky, making her skin cling and
yield.

"P-Pauline...Please..." Robert felt his cock stirring, it was
unavoidable. The way Pauline moved, the way she held him. He was
getting hard again, as if he were helpless, bound to the woman's
whims. How could he say no? It felt so good, better than with his wife
even...maybe....

"Oh no..." Robert closed his eyes, knowing he'd cheated on his wife.
He hadn't been inside Pauline, but it was the same thing. He'd made
love to her; there was no other word for it. He had loved her and he
still did. But he loved his wife as well, how could he possibly
reconcile those emotions, that contradiction? And his cock was
throbbing, making Pauline moan as she felt it, making Robert reach
down to touch her.

"Yesss....Oh Robert, touch me..." Pauline sighed, feeling the man's
gentle hand over her back. He circled his fingers around Pauline, and
his penis, squeezing them together, but only gently, just a little,
enough so that he could move his hand back and forth.

Pauline moaned loudly, feeling Robert's gently touch as he began
sliding her up and down the lengthening shaft. He was going to jerk
off and he was using Pauline to do it. He wasn't actually squeezing,
just helping her, giving her firm round ass that little push so she
could slide up the shaft, all the way so she could turn her face down
and tongue the gaping eye a moment before sliding back down.

It was rather like a strange carnival ride and the sensation of that
now fully grown cock, all nine inches of it, moving beneath her body
gave Pauline an even greater thrill then she'd experienced before.
This was perfect, it was heaven. She was riding him now, really riding
the man, and he was looking at her, staring at her with lust and love
and desire. Brenda was forgotten once more, and Robert belonged to
Pauline.

"Ahhh..." Brenda bit her lip, unable to believe they were doing it
again! Robert was even helping her this time and Brenda could barely
see Pauline as her husband held the woman to his straining cock,
moving her back and forth as he used his thumb on the opposite side,
keeping his cock straight and tall, and jutting towards the ceiling
like a monument to infidelity.

She wanted to go to them. The urge was distinct and powerful. Pauline
was in her bed, with her husband. Brenda was replaced now, the way it
should be. She didn't deserve the man, Pauline did. Brenda deserved
only to serve them. It was as if years of pent-up submission, of a
perverse desire to be dominated by women she imagined to be superior,
were suddenly loosed on Brenda's weakened spirit. She'd fought it for
so long, and even today she'd done as much as she could to prove her
worth, but it was all for naught.

Brenda crawled into the bedroom quietly, the door barely squeaking as
she shouldered it slowly open. She had her head bowed, tears streaming
down her red cheeks. Brenda was going to cum again, just from this act
of complete submission. She was going to orgasm on the floor as she
approached her husband and his lover.

"Brenda!" Robert caught sight of his wife finally, naked and burning
with humiliation, crawling on her hands and knees.

He let go of Pauline and his penis, leaving his cock to fall heavily
to his trembling belly with a dull wet smacking sound, Pauline still
clinging to it, and very near her own orgasm. She looked over her
shoulder, wondering what Robert was talking about at first, as Brenda
was kneeling low and out of the smaller woman's sight. But then she
lifted her head and Pauline saw a look she recognized immediately.

Defeat!

Total and abject humiliation. All those girls were the same, Pauline
thought to herself, giving Robert's cock a good hard grind with her
creaming sex. They all wanted to be like Pauline, and knowing she
couldn't be, Brenda would settle for the next best thing, worshipping
the woman as her superior.

"Lick us!" Pauline commanded, for even if Robert was utterly confused
and worried and possibly ready to bolt from the bed on guilt driven
legs, Pauline knew exactly what was going on.

Brenda swallowed hard and nodded.

"Answer me when I speak to you, bitch!" Pauline demanded, pausing
Brenda's approach.

"Yes Mistress." Pauline sobbed, digging her fingers into her pussy as
the soft walls collapsed with another small orgasm.

"Good...Now you can make us cum, both of us!" Pauline smiled and
settled down on Robert's still hard cock, sighing happily as she felt
Brenda's warm breath and then her warm tongue licking up  from the
base of Robert's cock, along a bit of the shaft and then between
Pauline's wide spread legs.

"Yessss...That's it, lick us good, slut. Make me cum all over your
husband's cock!" Pauline cooed, wriggling her hips and smiling at
Robert's confused face.

"I think Brenda will be a good girl now." Pauline giggled. "Won't you
cunt licker?"

"Yes Mistresssss..." Brenda hissed between her teeth, feeling her
cuntal walls spasm. "Ohh!"

"It's alright, you can cum this time, slut." Pauline nodded. "But
we'll have to think about your punishment...You weren't very nice to
me today."

"B-Brenda?" Robert felt his wife's tongue, working frantically over
his balls and cock and all around Pauline's small clinging body. She
was giving them both of them head, trying to wash Pauline's body clean
even as Brenda tried to coax more sperm from her husband's balls.

"Shhhh..." Pauline giggled. "It's okay now Robert, I told you,
Brenda's a good little slut now. We'll have no more trouble out of
her...Now, tell me how much you love me."

Robert resisted at first, but only because his wife was right there.
He did love Pauline, and Brenda too. But in very different ways and he
wasn't even sure if love was the right word to use with Pauline. He
was out of his depth now. He'd cheated on his wife, felt guilty about
it, and then started cheating again. And now his wife, the mother of
his children was on her knees, leaning on the bed between Robert's
legs, and mouthing him and Pauline.

Brenda was calling Pauline Mistress! And his wife, whom he'd always
judged rather thin skinned, especially in the company of a woman like
Pauline, she was being called bitch, and slut, and cunt licker? And
Brenda wasn't getting mad? Robert decided quite wisely that some
mysteries were better left unsolved and he'd let Pauline and Brenda
sort this one out. He was just along for the ride now, a ride he'd
started, by the way, and which had spun completely beyond his control.

"Tell her..." Brenda gasped. "Tell her you love her...I want to hear
it..."

"See?" Pauline giggled. "What a silly slut you are, Brandy...And
that's your new name, by the way, unless I'm calling you slut, or
bitch. I hope you like it."

"You want me to...tell her?" Robert stared at his wife and his cock
was throbbing. Brenda had his balls in her mouth now, rolling them one
at a time with her tongue while Pauline licked and kissed around the
head of his huge cock.

"I'll bet she cums when you do!" Pauline giggled. "I love you...So
come on, tell me truth Robert. You didn't make me small because you
wanted to help me, did you? You wanted this...You wanted to see me
riding your big cock. You wanted to own me, didn't you? Because you
love me...Don't you? Come on...You can tell the truth now, Brandy
doesn't mind...She wants you to love me..."

"Yesss..." Robert nodded, feeling his heart race with desire and guilt
and lust and love.

"Yesss...Tell me...Tell me you love me..."

"I love you, Pauline." Robert groaned, letting the words fall from his
open mouth like daggers into his wife's heart. "I do love you."

"And tell your wife she's a slut...go on...tell her she's only good
for licking up our fuck juice..."

"Oh no..." Robert was shaking his head, trying to understand what he
was hearing and feeling and seeing.

"Yes! Tell me...Call me your slut..." Brenda spit out Robert's balls
with a wet plopping sound and brought her mouth to Pauline's cunt,
very nearly taking the whole of the tiny woman's ass into her sucking
mouth.

"Oh God, Brenda...you slut...suck our..."

"Fuck juice...Mmmm...." Pauline sighed happily.

"Fuck juice...you cunt...you whore bitch...Brenda..." Robert could
feel his cum rising, even with the bare stimulation of Pauline's body
and his wife's tongue, the whole thing, everything that they were
saying and doing and feeling conspired to give Robert the best and
biggest orgasm of his life.

"Ohhh fuck!" He was shooting and Brenda's mouth went over the head,
but she kept her jaws wide, like a warm pink umbrella and Robert's
sperm shot into her mouth and fell out, dripping and falling all
around Pauline as she had her own blissful orgasm, feeling that
monstrous cock jerking wildly between her wide spread legs.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"What have I done?" Robert sat with his face in his hands at the
kitchen table.

It was 3am, the dead of night, when all of a man's worst doubts and
fears may come to visit him. He'd had sex with Pauline, and he'd
enjoyed it. He'd made love to the woman and his wife had watched.
She'd participated like a...Like a slut. And Robert had called her
such, and worse, degrading and humiliating the woman he loved. The
mother of his children.

"Are you alright, Robert?" Brenda was there, behind him and rubbing
his shoulders. "You don't have to worry, it's okay."

"How can you say that?" Robert wanted to look at her but he was too
weak. "After what I did?"

What we did." Brenda leaned down, kissing the man she loved. "I want
it, I've always wanted it. To be..."

"Humiliated?" Robert asked.

"Yeah." Brenda shrugged. "That and more. I don't know, I've changed,
but not really. It was always inside me."

"What?" Robert finally did look at her. "What was always inside you,
Brenda?"

The woman didn't answer, she couldn't because she didn't know the
words to express it. How was she to explain that she'd always been a
submissive, a masochist in her heart of hearts and spent a lifetime
closeting those emotions, only to find them unexpectedly freed? She'd
fought them, resisted her desires, even tried to be what she was not
by playing the Mistress. Now she was free at last and Brenda did not
want to go back to the way she was before.

"Do you think less of me for it?" Brenda asked in response.

"I've cheated on you." Robert looked down. "I've made love to another
woman."

"And I watched." Brenda kissed him again, stroking her hands down his
chest, whispering now. "I watched you fuck her, Robert, and I enjoyed
it."

"Oh god." Robert closed his eyes.

"I want you to fuck her again. I want to see it and hear it smell it,
Robert. I want you to force me to taste it." Brenda was reaching for
his cock, finding it hard in his shorts, throbbing with excitement.

"Brenda..." Robert sighed.

"Call me Brandy." The woman gave his cock a squeeze, sliding down to
her knees. "It's what Mistress wants."

"Ohhh Jesus..." Robert arched his back as his wife's hot mouth found
his penis.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"I know exactly what I want." Pauline smiled, lying on her back on
Robert's chest several weeks later.

He was on the bed and it was late, after midnight, and they were all
happily worn out. That was Pauline's bed now, sleeping with Robert, or
on Robert as she preferred. Brenda was lying on the floor, at the foot
of the bed, just in case Pauline or her husband should need her for
anything. Like a little lick, or maybe if Pauline had to pee. Brenda
had proved most useful for that, letting Pauline use her for a toilet
and cleaning the tiny woman up after with her tongue.

It had rather horrified Robert at first, but Brenda had plainly loved
it, although she'd wept the first few times, her face red as the
setting sun. Pauline knew better. Girls like Brenda were meant to be
toilets for women like Pauline. It was the natural order of the
universe and had nothing at all to do with size.

"Do you want me to change you back?" Robert asked, stroking Pauline's
small perfect breasts with his finger.

"What?" Pauline stared at him and then laughed. "No! Of course not!"

"Oh, well...Then..."

"I meant I know how I want to punish Brandy." Pauline purred.

Robert had given up trying to correct Pauline over Brenda's name, and
in fact he thought maybe Brandy did fit his slut of a wife. Especially
since she seemed to like it now.

"How?" Robert looked down at Pauline in the dim light of their
bedroom.

"Make her little." Pauline stared at Robert, nodding her head.

"What? But the girls..." Robert licked his lips.

"Oh, not all the time." Pauline smiled. "Just...sometimes." She really
wanted to return the spanking Brenda had given her...with interest, of
course!

"Uh, well..." Robert shrugged, thinking hard about it. Making Brenda
small might be kind of good...Just for a little while. The image of
Pauline spanking Brenda filled his mind and his wife certainly did
deserve one from time to time...


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


End of Chapter Eight
End of A Little Magic

Now let me explain that I absolutely had to finish this story today,
right now, or it wasn't going to get done at all. I decided I'd rather
end the story flawed as it is, then leave it abandoned as it otherwise
must be. So I beg your indulgence and understanding and I hope you
found the experience enjoyable at least. I suppose my last comment,
about this story and others, is that I'm not a professional
storyteller, it's merely a hobby of mine. I do the best I can, but it
isn't a science and I make mistakes. Sometimes they are more apparent
than others. As always, I appreciate your reading my story and your
feedback. Best always rache

rache696@yahoo.com
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm

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