Releasing her neck and standing up so she is on the floor between the two men Jordan stares Scott straight in the eyes and asks, “Are you turned on Sarah?”
“Yes.”
Jordan slaps her on the ass once, hard. Much harder than yesterday. The sound bounces off the walls and Sarah yelps from the shock as she jolts forward from the force.
“Yes, Sir!” Jordan repeats, “Are you turned on Sarah?”
Sarah understands “Yes, Sir.”
“Scott, stand up and check Sarah’s panties for a damp spot.”
Looking down Jordan sees Sarah turn a shade dark than her panties with mortification. Scott does as he is told and stands directly behind her with a perfect view of her gusset.
“Yes, Sir. She has a large wet spot on her panties.”
“Have you seen her that wet before?” Jordan asks.
“No, Sir.”
Scott is naturally more obedient than Sarah and needs less training however so that Sarah is unequivocal, “Scott, come and stand in front of us.”
He moves without question from behind Sarah to in front of the sofa where he was originally sitting so that Sarah and Jordan can both see him.
“Strip off your clothes” Jordan orders.
Without protest he removes his t-shirt to show a thin waif-like physique, no muscle definition, and rather feminine. As he pulls down his sweatpants to reveal an erection which was surprisingly not visible even through clingy sweatpant material.
Sarah was not exaggerating. His hard penis was perhaps three inches long, and barely more girth than Jordan’s middle finger. His balls were small and his scrotum high and tight.
As he kicks his clothes away, the naked Scott had a look in his eyes that confessed his churning humiliation.
“I’ve never seen a grown man with such a small penis and balls. Apologize for them.” Orders Jordan knowing Scott is enjoying this as his penis strains.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I know it’s terribly pathetic.”
Jabbing him again, “Do you feel like a real man?”
“Not really, Sir.” Answers Scott dejectedly.
Intensifying the situation, “I’m curious, how many women have you fucked in your life Scott?”
“Just two, Sir. I did have another serious girlfriend but when she tried jerking it but started laughing and walked out. She told all our friends and they never let me forget it.” Scott confesses.
Clearly this moment was formative for Scott given the anguish plastered across his face, to bring him back into this moment Jordan orders, “Grab it like you are going to jerk off.”
Scott does so but nothing makes it out of his fist — his tight scrotum effectively preventing the hand of reaching the base and the head not long enough to poke through.
“How do you get excited for such a small cock Sarah?” Jordan inquires.
Lost in the moment she fails to answer quickly enough and earns herself a viciously hard spank on the ass, once on each side.
“Answer me when I speak to you!” Jordan commands. Sarah yelps out that she cannot through sobs of anguish.
“Scott, as of now, you are no longer allowed to touch your penis unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” With head bowed in shame.
Jordan repositioned himself in front of the sofa he was sitting on with Sarah’s hair in a ponytail at his feet. Scott watches as he pulls down his shorts. Sarah is unable to see anything but Scott and can only garner the situation by interpretating his reaction.
Scott looks longingly at his cock. At over 8 inches, Jordan is not a Porn Star by any means but more than double Scotts in length and at least 4 times thicker. Scott’s own balls twitch and retreat slightly when he sees Jordan.
Sarah desperate to turn her head to see but knows she cannot.
Sitting down with his legs open and thick cock pointing up Jordan instructs “Sarah, crawl over to me.”
Lifting her head and she sees his cock and her eyes signal her aching desire to have it. Crawling towards it on her hands and knees, she stops with her face only a few inches from his cock.
“What do you want Sarah?” Toyed Jordan.
“I want to suck it, Sir.” Her craving overcoming any dignity she may have once had.
“Take off your shirt and skirt”.
Sitting back on her knees, she complies without delay. Releasing her firm 32D tits with a bounce as her shirt is pulled over her head followed by the unzipped skirt. Her eagerness and desperation reminded Jordan of a puppy dog.
“Now your panties” he told her.
Pulling them down while knelt required some tugging but she did so hastily and placed them on the beside her.
“Pick them and show me the wet spot.”
Sarah tentatively picked up the warm, light pink panties and reveals a gusset smeared with her own sticky, creamy mess and soaked through with her juices. An ashamed look across her face as she presents them to Jordan.
“You are a little slut aren’t you!?” Jordan gibes.
Sarah nods her head in agreement as the humiliation has robbed her of vocabulary. Jordan lurches forward and grabs hold of her ponytail forcefully, so she realizes her error.
“Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir!! I’m sorry, Sir.”
Still holding her ponytail so her head is tilted to one side to ease the pressure Jordan tells her “Pass your dirty panties to Scott” Which she does, and Jordan lets go of her hair returning to his seated position.
While looking directly at Sarah, “Put them in your mouth Scott and suck them.”
Scott greedily pushes the moist, warm panties into his mouth and begins to bite and suck them to releases the acrid juices that have built up in them throughout the day.
“Get back on your hands and knees” Jordan orders
“You don’t deserve my cock. Have you ever rimmed anyone Sarah?” Jordan asks looking down at her on the floor.
“No, Sir.” Jordan believes her as her breathing changed due the excitement, she felt upon hearing the question.
Jordan opens his legs wider and repositions himself to spread his ass wide to give her perfect access.
“Come here and lick my asshole.” Slinking like a cat on all fours toward Jordan, she stops with her face at next his large balls. Lowering her head slightly and sticking out her tongue, Sarah tentatively laps Jordan’s asshole.
She makes involuntary moans of pleasure and starts to pick up speed as she enjoys the degrading experience more and more.
“Do you like that slut? Do you enjoy eating my ass?” Jordan sneered.
A muffled “Yes, Sir.” Comes from below.
“Push your tongue in my ass slut.” Jordan orders.
Sarah begins to tongue fuck him. Her tongue firmly outstretched and using a small head motion to force it in she now penetrating a man’s asshole with her tongue.
Ten, unrelenting minutes have passed, and Jordan can tell her tongue is getting tired as she subtly tries to move her mouth to suck his balls thereby giving tongue a chance to rest.
Grabbing her ponytail and using it as a makeshift joystick, he forces her head back and pushes her head further in, so her tongue is as deep as it has been “That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Yes Sir” she tries to answer.
Continuing to use her tongue as a sex-toy for his own gratification, Jordan moved his balls up off her nose so Scott can see just how deep his wife’s tongue is in Jordan’s ass.
“Look at Scott and maintain eye contact with him.” He instructed Sarah.