NEW AUTHOR! LiL’ Miss Muffin Top! By Tara Smith

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LiL’ Miss Muffin Top!

Story by Devin Dickie / Written By Tara Smith

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

It was all so exciting. Winning that bake off reality show and taking the grand prize. For a while there anyways it was fucking great the way everybody showed some well deserved respect to Taylor Smalls - this seasons bake off champ - very well deserved despite him being the butt of some eyebrow raising jokes during the first few episodes.

Very well deserved for Taylor because winning meant that for a while he could let his guard down and have some fun. Feel like the big man on campus regardless of his actual short and chubby physique; because confidence is sexy right? Absolutely, and that’s when Dakota saw Taylor on the set that day, she saw him in a different light - smiling from ear to ear; celebrating his win and of course all the spoils that come from the show sponsors. Even to her at that moment she had forgotten about all that work with makeup and costume design trying to hide his big nipples through his shirts. Dakota was a pro, having worked reality television most of her career in the casting side of things but even for her, hearing the jokes about Taylor's big nipples made it sometimes hard not to laugh.

“Congratulations Taylor!” Dakota gushed, giving him a big hug, wrapping her slender arms around his pudgy body. “You really worked hard and earned it!”

 “Thank you, Dakota!” He beamed back, winking and looking up at her. “Us guys with a few extra pounds around the waist know our way around a kitchen!” The two of them laughed and in that moment her beautiful blue eyes met with his and that was it, for a while anyways, they were inseparable riding the high times of fame and fortune into the sunset, eventually with Taylor proposing to Dakota and Dakota saying I do.

“I think we should open up a bakery!” Dakota announced to Taylor one day as the tours and cookbook signings were beginning to slow down. “We’ve got everything we need from your winnings and sponsorships; I think we could really be a success.”

Taylor thought about it. They needed something to do and the bakery seemed a natural next step but not only that, Dakota was not inclined to be swayed otherwise when she had her mind made up. Taylor could see his wife was restless with things becoming more routine; with their whirlwind romance slowing down and love being what it is - blinding - neither of them saw the stark differences between them in the beginning and while opposites do attract, Taylor worried they might be too different for it all to work but this bakery could be the glue that binds.

“Yes, let's do it!” Taylor agreed. “The timing feels perfect.” “I know right?” Dakota smiled. “We could really use the show's popularity to promote us, make us stand out!” Taylor did mean that as well - the show's popularity but more so he meant the need to keep Dakota busy and in charge. Things had really calmed down for Dakota; nothing like back in the day when she was that wild child. A woman like her with her deep blue eyes and stacked 34G natural tits coupled with those sexy wide hips, she was built to have any good time that she wanted and she did back in the day, take what she wanted when she wanted - a bit of a man eater and the men she enjoyed devouring didn't look anything like Taylor. No, quite the opposite with their tall strong bodies, six pack abs and oozing big dick energy that naturally comes along with having an actual big dick.

Taylor was aware of his wife’s wild past; there were rumors and stories of Dakota’s hay-days living the life of a hot babe working behind the scenes of popular television. He had never really thought much of it at first given she was so fucking hot and out of his league anyways, but he was also sure most of it was true - the way she flirted with pretty much everyone on set and so it was surprising for him when they did get together but then again, it was her that asked him out on their first date and she made him feel really good, like ‘the-man’ good and he had never felt that before. Never felt a lot of what he did winning that show and now as the dust seemed to be settling, maybe Dakota was thinking second thoughts about her decisions with him. Maybe his tender love making to his wife that never lasted long enough was becoming a drag now that there was no new television show to appear on or new kitchen gadget to put his name to.

In fact, Taylor knew these concerns were more than just a possibility because lately he had been feeling a bit weird, something like deja vu and so despite all the hard work involved and possible financial stress a start-up bakery could bring to their lives, he said: “Yes, Dakota, let's do it!”

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The bakery took a few months to plan and put together but when it did the grand opening was a massive success riding on the waves of Taylor’s reality show win. Dakota was amazing of course, making Taylor feel proud as he watched her take a positive hands-on approach to the bakery; just like she did on the television set being sure to always smile and have fun. Maybe not as much fun as back in the day but to Taylor she was happy again and so he was relieved and enjoying himself once more. Thankfully the few months it took to get the doors open kept Dakota happy and for Taylor, kept that nagging feeling of deja vu at bay.

But then it seemed to creep back in as the excitement of the grand opening began to wane much like the excitement of the bake off win did. The day-to-day mundane responsibilities of a married couple trying to run a new business seem to Taylor, to begin to wear on Dakota. She had less energy for the shop and while she always showed up with a smile because that was just the type of woman she was, her enthusiasm also began to wane and her affections towards Taylor was less and he could not help but think about that one particular relationship he had all those years ago.

It was a paramount relationship where he was put in second place while his attractive girlfriend pretty much did everything and anyone she wanted; and he could not protest - really could not because that was not the type of man he was; a man that protests and makes a scene - no, Taylor was a good guy, understanding and sensitive and so come on, let's face it a guy like him getting a girlfriend in the first place was amazing. He knew this, as hard as it was to accept and in that last relationship while that girlfriend was out on the town, taking big dick from god knows who, Taylor found himself online exploring; going where his little dick felt good which was always with the cuckold and sissy porn. What the fuck made his little dick so excited over such taboo stuff he was never sure. It was embarrassing what he found himself looking at all those hours alone but it also felt good when he would just said fuck it and give in; throw on a pair of his cheating girlfriends panties and begin masturbating his below average four incher to the images of hot women taking nine inch plus black dick while the hubby sat back - happy wife happy life, right? Damn straight, he thought as he watched yet another huge black dick penetrate another hot wife, giving her what her sad-excuse of a husband could never do and then another huge black hard cock. My god how is it possible they get so big? It’s almost as unbelievable as the women actually being able to take cock that big; utterly unbelievable jacking his little dick to all that black cock and then ultimately and always busting a big nut, even for Taylor all over his fat stubby fingers. The aftermath was usually quite dramatic, the shame and humiliation of how he just spent hours of his life jacking away but it also felt natural like what the fuck else was he going to do?

“Taylor.” Dakatoa said, impatiently. “Taylor!” “Huh?” Taylor replied, his mouth hanging open. “My God, where are you? I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last two minutes!”
 Taylor took a deep breath in and quickly blinked his eyes wide open. He had been standing at the bakery counter daydreaming again. He had been doing that a lot lately. Escaping his reality. “We really need to come up with some new promotions. Business is starting to slow down and we can’t let that happen, can we?”

“No, dear, we can’t.”

 “Because if this bakery fails, I’m not sure what we are going to do, do you?”

 “No dear, I don’t.” Taylor meant that. He really didn’t know what would be next for him and Dakota if this did not work out. If what they were becoming as a couple would be enough for her. She was committed to the marriage, this he felt was true because as far as commitments were concerned for Dakota, all she had was her word and she was known as a person that follows through no matter how tough it got; but realistically? Taylor, given his past experiences, was not convinced their day-to-day life, as nice as it seemed on the outside, would keep her happy, satisfied and close to home.

Dakota was busy hauling boxes of supplies into the bakery; going in and out of the doors on her own, managing as she always did while Taylor was behind the counter watching her. She was in such amazing shape he thought as he gazed at her moving in and out the bakery front doors, knowing how damn lucky he was to have her when he witnessed an older large black man in excellent shape walk up to her outside, just as Dakota was struggling with a box and trying to maneuver through the door. “Here, let me get that!” the man said, addressing Taylor's wife as he easily took hold of the box with his large hand and then with the other opened the door, stepping aside to let Dakota walk through first.

“Well thank you!” Dakota gushed.

 “Of course, I couldn’t possibly just stand there and watch you!” The man said, his handsome face smiling at Dakota as he then turned and looked directly at Taylor. “Not like some people can.” Taylor quickly cleared his throat and tried to look busy wiping a counter. “Ahem. Can I help you?” Taylor tried not to let his body betray him, but something about this dark handsome stranger made him very nervous. Taylor figured he was easily a good ten inches taller than him and he had this confidence about him - of course he does, Taylor thought, I’d be confident as fuck looking like that, but instead of being cool Taylor began to sweat and turn red at getting busted staring like a lazy-ass at Dakota when he should have been helping her like this man did.

“I’m actually looking for work.” The strong man said, looking at Dakota and ignoring Taylor. “I retired last year and I’m bored! I have experience working in the food industry and I’ve been thinking your place might be perfect for me to put in some part time hours. You know, get out and meet new people and clearly it seems you need a hand.”

Was that directed at me? Taylor wondered as he watched Dakota’s eyes light up.

“You know, I think I could use a man like you around here!” Dakota answered, a little too quickly Taylor thought. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow and we can get you on board.” “I’m Curtis Williams by the way.” The man said, holding out his hand to Dakota.

 “Oh that’s right! Silly me.” Dakota teased with a coy smile. “I guess that might come in handy! Very nice to meet you Curtis Williams, I’m Dakota Smalls!”

Dakota took Curtis’s’ big hand with her small delicate fingers and gave him a squeeze. Curtis took his other hand and covered both hers and his and held firmly while looking at Taylor with a shit-eating-grin. “I’m going to be very happy working here and getting to know you, Dakota.”

“Say hello to Curtis.” Dakota demanded of Taylor. “Don’t just stand there staring. My god what’s gotten into you?” Taylor could not believe what he was witnessing. His wife was like a teenager with a crush talking like that to Curtis Williams. Oh silly me! The feelings of deja vu were coming on strong again. Taylor was not liking this one bit. He stood there a moment more. He could feel the perspiration on his forehead turn into a drip as he tried casually to mop his forehead with a towel.

“Well?” Dakota insisted. “Introduce yourself. This is our new employee. We want to make him feel welcome. This is going to help us become more a part of the community; securing our commitment here and expanding.”

“Hello Curtis. I’m Taylor Smalls.” Taylor said with little emotion, holding out his hand obediently. “I’m the owner of this Bakery and this is my wife.”

 The last part, the part about Taylor's role in the bakery and Dakota's life, seemed to fall on deaf ears as Curtis ignored his hand while simultaneously continuing to chat it up with Dakota as the two walked outside, leaving Taylor standing there alone and confused. Taylor could see through the glass windows of the storefront, see the two of them standing there and Dakota looked absolutely radiant talking to Curtis. They shook hands one more time and parted ways and as Dakota walked back into the bakery she had a new pep in her step, like new life had come back and Taylor could not ignore, again, that feeling of deja vu creeping up inside. Dakota had new color in her cheeks. She was smiling again and really engaging with customers like when they first opened up for business and Taylor knew, just knew it, he was in for a helluva rollercoaster ride.

“This is going to be so great!” Dakota said, wiping up counters and happily putting things away. “The timing is perfect!”

“I’m not so sure, dear.” Taylor replied. “I mean business is a little precarious right now. We are so new. Maybe a new hire is not the best thing.”

 “This is the correct thing to do.” Dakota said firmly. Looking at him. Making it clear he didn’t have a choice. “It’s going to be fine. You need to trust me.” Taylor nodded his head in agreement. Oh he trusted Dakota no problem, it was Curtis Williams he was not so sure of.

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The next morning at the bakery, Taylor was tired. He didn’t sleep much the night before. The feelings of pending doom wouldn’t leave him. Dakota was different from that girlfriend that was always fucking around on him and he was sure she would not do anything to intentionally hurt him - Dakota was a good woman with a conscience; but she was also a woman with a wild streak that had been stuffed down being married to Taylor. This did in fact worry him and now with Curtis Williams on the payroll he was feeling like things were going to get out of control real fast. Dakota arrived an hour later. She had stayed back to do a few things she told Taylor. The few things it seemed to Taylor as he watched his wife glide into the bakery was her hair done just a little more nice than usual, her makeup a little more noticeable and smokey around the eyes and those tight fitting jeans and tank top showing off just a little more than normal her beautiful natural curves - really? Taylor thought, today of all days? Dakota was a very sexy woman but given the stress of the bakery she had not looked this good in a while.

“Curtis will be here shortly. He called me on his way in.” “Called you?”

 “Yes, I gave him my cell number yesterday when he left. I wanted to make sure he took the job. We really need him.” “Umph.” 

Taylor grunted and before he could say anything more Curtis was there in his bakery, smiling and chatting it up with Dakota. Again.
 “I can’t thank you enough for this job.” Curtis said, directing the thanks to Dakota and then looking directly at Taylor: “I’m not sure if I told you but I make a wicked cream pie!”

Taylor choked on his coffee. “What's the matter with you?” Dakota asked, looking at Taylor turning bright red. “We need a wicked cream pie on the menu!”

 It was as though Curtis could see right through him. See his past relationship with the cheating ex-girlfriend who eventually would only let him lick her pussy and even then, it would only be when she would come home from fucking around - her pussy cleary wrecked from such large cock and leaking a strangers cum - and of course Taylor would lick her creampied pussy, taking whatever he could get, a guy like him and now at the bakery, it was beginning to feel like a repeat performance - the encore perhaps and his wife and Curtis the stars of the show. Maybe he was wrong; maybe he was just paranoid but the way his wife was acting and the confidence Curtis was showing her; he had a feeling this was going to get strange and there was nothing he could do about it now.

It was clear the customers really liked Curtis as well. He had a flair for social graces and between Dakota’s new found energy and this new handsome hire the bakery also took on new life. Even their loyal regulars behaved like giddy groupies around Curtis, never behaving that way when it was Taylor at the counter fulfilling orders. The difference was stark as Taylor hung in the back, creating his pastry masterpieces while everyone was having a great time up front and not that it was a bad thing entirely; Taylor hated to admit - the bakery and Dakota needed this instant turn around.

“What an amazing first day Curtis!” Dakota exclaimed as she locked the bakery doors. “Do you mind totaling the receipts?”

Taylor froze when he heard Dakota speaking to Curtis. That was his job, his responsibility to total the sales, to count the money and put it on the books for Dakota to go over later. Don’t think anything of it, she’s just trying to help you out. Taylor really did try to not let that bother him but it wasn’t easy as he finished wiping down the last of the stainless steel counters.

“Better get to the Inventory.” He muttered. “What the....”

“Hey Taylor!” Curtis greeted him, standing in the storage room. “I offered to take care of inventory and Dakota said it was alright. I’ve got a lot of experience in food cost and inventory.” “Of course you do.” Taylor managed, trying not to hyperventilate.

“Are you okay?” Curtis asked, with a sly smile that seemed out of place if he really meant it.

“I... I....”

 “Well the floors need mopping and the lot needs sweeping.”

Curtis told him, “Dakota said to tell you to hurry and finish up so we could all head out early.”

No words escaped Taylors mouth. He wanted to scream but no, impossible. All he managed was a gulp as it was clear he had his work cut out for him. Not reaching for the clipboard in Curtis’s hand but rather reaching for the bucket and mop over in the corner he began to do his chores as Curtis watched.

What am I doing? Why am I doing this? Taylors thoughts raced as he pushed the mop along the floors, unable to stop doing as this ultra masculine man says.

 “You missed a spot” Curtis pointed out and before Taylor could even consciously respond he was mopping up said missed spot.

“Oh Curtis!” Dakota laughed, breaking the spell Taylor was finding himself under as she walked through the kitchen doors.

“Leave the poor guy alone!”

 “I was just trying to be helpful.” Curtis teased as he poured two cups of coffee, clearly one for him and one for Dakota. The two of them then sat down at a counter and began to chat like old friends.

“I know you were.” She smiled, lightly touching his large hand, and then looked up at Taylor as his breath became labored pushing the mop. “Taylor, honey, I’ll see you at home when you are done cleaning up.”

With that, the two of them - Curtis and Dakota walked out of the shop, said goodbye and got into their cars and drove away leaving Taylor alone in his own bakery feeling incredibly small but also - aroused and that bothered him. There was no mistaking the attraction Dakota had for Curtis and Taylor honestly could not blame her if he truly loved her. Maybe this is all she needed to feel better about their marriage; a new handsome friend to innocently flirt with and have some harmless fun but his gut and his aching four inch dick was telling him differently.

By the time he got home, the house was dark except for the hallway light Dakota left on for him. The house was so quiet, it almost felt like when he was single all those years coming home from work alone. Cracking open a beer, he turned on the television and stuck his hands down his pants. Settling into his lounger, he played with his little hard pecker until he eventually fell asleep.

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“Did you sleep here all night?” Dakota exclaimed, waking Taylor in the chair. “Yes, I guess I did. That was a lot of work I did yesterday that I don't normally do.”

 “Awe, baby, I’m so proud of you working so well with Curtis.

It seemed he really liked the work.”

No doubt he did, given that he was practically running the place by the end of the day Taylor wanted to say but instead just nodded his head. “Yes, he seemed to really take to all aspects of our business dear and you seemed to enjoy his company as well.”

“Oh my god yes! Curtis is so funny and quick with the customers. He is so strong and tall and helped me when I had to reach for things...and...” Dakota went on about how great Curtis was and Taylors ears burned with each word. He wanted to hate

Curtis but that he also could not; Curtis was making his wife happy and she wanted him at the bakery so that was that.

“Ok honey, I’ll see you at work!” Dakota said.

 “Isn’t it a bit early for you?”

 “No, Curtis said he wanted to show me some new items for the menu, you know fresh eyes can be helpful.”

 “Not the creampie?” Taylor gasped, taking Dakota by surprise.

 “What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He stammered, turning red. “I’ll see you at work.”

“Okay sweetie.” She said, kissing him on the cheek and turning around she walked out the door.

Taylor got ready quickly that morning. He didn’t want Dakota to be alone with Curtis for long. The drive to work felt extra long and finally parking his car he skedaddled through the front door and to the back where Curtis and Dakota were standing close, browsing some food industry periodicals

“So I was thinking,” Curtis was explaining to Dakota. “Since you already offer your customers coffee and croissants, why not expand on that even more and start to offer deli sandwiches for lunch. We would just have to stock up some cold cuts. A croissant makes a great sandwich!”

“Good morning, Dakota.” Taylor managed, trying to ignore Curtis and his enthusiasm.

“Good morning! Curtis and I were going over some new ideas.”

“Yes I heard.”

 “Well, I think new sandwiches on the menu is a great idea,”

Dakota told him. “We’ve got that deli scale from our sponsors that’s not even opened.”

“That’s great!” Curtis said. “Taylor, why don’t you go and grab it from the storage and bring it here.”

Taylor stood there. No he was not going to do it. Not going to start his day off being ordered around like this. This was his bakery, he was supposed to be the boss.

 “Well, go do it.” Dakota reiterated. “You know where it is - go get it. Is it too heavy? Do you need Curtis to help you out?” “No, I’ll manage.” Taylor muttered, his firm resolve quickly melting. The scale was sitting on a shelf a few feet above Taylors short height. It was going to be tricky but he had to do it. Standing on a small utility ladder he grabbed the awkward and heavy box as best he could, attempting to pull it out from the shelf. Damn, this thing is heavy, he thought as he felt himself lose his footing and while knocking some pots and pans to the floor he began to tumble backwards. He braced himself for a painful landing and closing his eyes, he anticipated the hard industry floor but instead Taylor felt strong manly arms catch him and break his fall.

“Oh my god! Honey, are you okay?” Dakota rushed to his side while Curtis gently helped him to a chair.

“I thought you’d be stronger than that working at a bakery.” Curtis said to Taylor. “I should have done this myself I guess. I’m sorry about that.”

 “Thank god you caught him!” Dakota urged. “Taylor, maybe you do need to go to that gym you’ve been talking about for the last year. This could have been really bad.”

“I could train and spot you.” Curtis offered, while failing to hold back a smirk.

“No, no. I’m fine.” Taylor stated, picking himself up and bruising himself off feeling smaller than small. “There’s your scale. Now I’ve got bread to bake.”

“Don’t go pouting now, Taylor,” Curtis mocked. “The customers will wonder what’s wrong!”

“Curtis!” Dakota scolded him with a smile. “Leave the poor guy alone already!”

 “Oh okay.” Curtis teased, smiling back.

 “Umph.” grunted Taylor as he went to his ovens and countertops and began his normal workday routine while Curtis and Dakota began to open up the bakery in the front. He had to admit that the sandwich idea was a good one giving people more reason to come by and enjoy their bakery. Curtis was turning into an asset so why did Taylor feel so insecure and worried? He was the boss no matter what, on paper at least, so why couldn’t he just assert that boss-like energy and tell this guy he better back off and know his place. Because it felt wrong, that’s why. It was like telling a cat to bark like a dog. He simply couldn't do it and each time Dakota witnessed his manhood annihilated by Curtis he began to feel like he did years ago when he watched sissy and cuckold porn. Where it was he that was put in his place as a little dick cuckold loser.

“I’m heading out to run some errands.” Dakota announced making sure Taylor could hear. “Anyone need anything?”

“No dear! But thank you!” Taylor replied.

 “Nope I got all I need.” Curtis added.

 “Okay then see you boys in an hour or so.” Taylor had yet to be left alone with Curtis. He felt like a morsel for a predator. A fly in a spider's web. Just mind your own business, Taylor told himself. Easier said than done. At least he could hear Curtis serving customers and keeping busy up front. Taylor felt he could keep tabs on him by keeping his ears open but then it got quiet and he heard the last customer for the time being leave the store. “Hey Taylor!” Curtis called out. “You need a hand?”

“No, it’s okay you can stay up...”

 “Hey you.” Curtis said, walking through the swinging doors to the back. “Where’s that deli scale?”

 Pointing to the box left sitting on the counter Taylor tried to act normal but his heart was racing being alone with this man. “Let’s check this baby out!” Curtis said, taking control. “Did I tell you I worked for years in the deli of a major grocery chain.” “Of course you did.”

“What?”

 “Nothing.”

 “Oh this is nice!” Curtis said admiring the stainless steel scale, easily pulling it out of the box with one hand. “Man, you must have really killed it with that reality show. Is that where you met Dakota?”

“Yes, she was on the set.”

 “She must have thought it was all so exciting?” “Yes, we had a lot of fun then.”

 “And now?” Curtis inquired, a sideways grin forming. “We have plenty of fun.”

 “Really?” Curtis replied in a tone of disbelief already knowing the answer.

 “What do you want with the scale?” Taylor asked, changing the subject.

 “Oh man, when I saw this a whole bunch of crazy memories came back from working in the deli. Us guys would get so bored sometimes and we’d find stuff to weigh.”

“Sounds stupid honestly.” Taylor dared to say. “Ha! Ya, guys can get stupid but it was a way to pass the time. We used to play weigh-the-salami.”

Taylor managed a smile. Really? Maybe Curtis wasn’t so cool after all. “Weigh the salami? Now that does sound stupid.”

“Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn’t.” Curtis challenged him. “You wanna play? Maybe you could use a bit of stupid in your life being so serious all the time.”

 “What do you know?” Taylor retorted. “Sure, let's play.”

“Perfect!” Curtis cleared the box and packaging and set the scale up on the counter and plugged it in. “You ready to weigh the salami?”

 “We don’t sell salami.” Taylor retorted matter-of-factly.

“Oh we got a whole salami right here!” Curtis said, laughing a deep laugh while unzipping his work pants and putting his hands down his pants, he began to pull his cock out right in front of Taylor.

“What the fuck, man!” Taylor cried out, his eyes focusing on Curtis’ massive black cock as it kept being pulled out. “You can’t do that at work. The customers!”

 “The customers? Is that all you are worried about?” Curtis teased as he continued to pull more of his cock out. It really was fucking huge. “There’s no one here but you and I and I’ll hear if anyone comes in.”

“But... but...oh my god!” Tylor was utterly fixated on Curtis’s cock. It wasn’t even hard. It was so thick and heavy looking, the biggest black cock Taylor had ever seen. Curtis gripped it once more and then finally pulled the entire mass out and with a thud slapped it down on the scale smiling confidently at Taylor.

“Whoa! Now there's a big salami! How much does it weigh?” He asked Taylor, knowing himself what it weighed.

“Fuck off.”

 “No, come on. What’s the scale say?” Curtis pressed, smiling and teasing.

“One pound, ten ounces.” Taylor said his face turned bright red.

“Oh I’ve gained weight!”

 “Okay, okay fun game... Now let’s get back to work.” Taylor muttered his guts churning in knots.

 “No. No.” Curtis warned him. “The game’s not over. Your turn!”

 “No it’s okay.” Taylor said, his heart beating fast again while perspiration formed on his forehead.

 “Come on!” Curtis urged, grabbing Taylors arm and pushing him towards the scale on the counter top. “No one is here and it’s fun. I bet you got a big heavy dick!”

Taylor looked at him in disbelief. No you don’t, he thought.

No one in their right mind would think that of him, this Taylor knew. When something walks like a duck and quacks like a duck... right? Right. But something was compelling Taylor to do what Curtis wanted, which was to take out his sad little dick and try to put it on the scale. Taylor knew it was probably an impossible task given his height, weight and literal two inch flaccid penis that could never, ever flop down like his big black cock did, but the compulsion was taking over him; those feelings he would get watching sissy porn and not giving a fuck while his cheating girlfriend was out, and if he was honest those feelings felt right; like he was home warm and safe and so he did - he reached down into his bakers pants and while on his tippy toes and with his finger and thumb attempted to place his small clit-dick on the scale but sadly to no avail, not even being able to get a reading.

“What the fuck is going on here!” Dakota cried out standing in the back doorway, hands on her hips, busting Taylor and Curtis standing there both with their very different cocks in their respective hands. “Jesus H. Christ!” This has got to stop!”

“What?” The two men said together.

 “I don’t understand it, this vibe I’m feeling between the two of you but this needs to be addressed.” Dakota went on, starting to calm down from the initial shock. “We have such an amazing thing here starting to take place, the three of us working together and the customers are responding so favorably - sales are increasing!”

The two guys stood there, still with hands on their cocks. Taylor was barely listening to Dakota, how could he? Standing with his little white prick in his stubby fingers while Curtis stood there with a big black schlong spilling over his fist. Taylor was frozen with embarrassment and looking out the corner of his eye he could see Curtis smiling at Dakota, grinning his shit-eating-grin and there was Dakota smiling back - only for a second or two - but Taylor caught it and he could feel his cock begin to rise right then and there, and even though he was incredibly small Dakota noticed.

“You better put that back in your pants.” Dakota said, addressing Taylor only. “Come on sweetie what were you trying to do?”

 “Nothing!” Taylor blurted out, quickly and easily packing his little dick away. “Curtis told me too.”

 “Now now, you two.” Dakota purred. “Like I said this is enough, we can’t have this kind of stuff going on back here. What if the health department walked in?”

Dakota kept speaking while staring right at Curtis’s big black cock gripped in his hand. “No we can’t have that.” She continued gazing. “That would be really bad... mmmm... why don’t you come over for dinner tonight, Curtis? We all need to have an open conversation about what’s going on. Okay?”

“Yes, okay.” The two guys said, nodding.

“And pack that away!” Dakota laughed, eyes wide and pointing at Curtis. “You could do some real damage with that thing!”

 “Yes Ma’am!”

“Umph.” Muttered Taylor, “Ya, put that thing away.” The day was long and humiliating for Taylor. Nothing much more had to happen to perpetuate his feelings of inadequacy after the mornings embarrassment of being caught with his small dick in hand; especially standing next to such a fucking black Adonis as Curtis with such a hung heavy cock.

“How’s it hanging?” Curtis would ask Taylor every chance he could get regardless of who was listening.

“Hangin’ just fine.” Taylor would reply, his face burning red while his stubby pecker twitched and got hard in his work pants.

“Oh Curtis!” Dakota would laugh. “Leave the poor guy alone!”

“I’m just teasing.” Curtis would sheepishly say. “Isn’t that right, Taylor?”

“Sure, just teasing.” Taylor would reply, shrugging and managing a feeble grin to Dakota. “All in good fun.”

And it went on like this until the end of the day, with the doors being locked and the three of them leaving for the day.

“We’ll see you later then!” Dakota called out to Curtis as he got into his car.

“Wouldn't miss it!” Curtis replied with a smile. “Of course not.” Taylor muttered.

 “What was that, sweetie?” Dakota asked Taylor. “Oh nothing dear. I’ll see you at home.”

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Walking up the path to his front door, Taylor was confused to say the least. If he was honest, he was almost looking forward to the evening because he knew if Curtis was involved he’d have no say in what’s going to happen and that surrender in a weird way made him feel whole and real; the truth sets you free and if he was being truthful the whirlwind rollercoaster of this handsome black man entering their life was well, exciting with Dakota not the only one in need a change perhaps.

“Hi honey! Get yourself cleaned up before Curtis gets here.” “Yes, dear.” He managed walking up the staircase to the shower, his little prick feeling full for a second there. “I’ll be ready.”

Normally Taylor would enjoy a long steamy shower after work. Letting the day's stress go down the drain but this time he made it cold - as cold as he could handle anyways - because he had a feeling the day's stress was just about to reach its peak for the day. Toweling off he was even more conscious of his man-boobs and soft rolls that he had been meaning to do something about. Especially with a hot wife like Dakota but he just never got around to it and now he was beginning to regret how comfortable he had gotten. Taylor could hear activity pick up in his living room - Curtis had arrived early. Of course he did - doing anything to catch him off guard - embarrass Taylor in front of Dakota. Taylor tried to muster up some confidence in his own home but looking in the mirror and knowing who was downstairs it truly was impossible. A guy like him could never compete with a man like Curtis and that was also throwing him off. Why did he feel like this was some kind of competition? Because Curtis was acting like it was and Taylor was beginning to feel like Curtis was going to win.

“Taylor!” Dakota called out to him. “What are you doing? Get in here, Curtis is here!”

“Coming dear!” Taylor called out and scurried like he always did when she called for him except this time Curtis was there towering over Dakota, standing very close to her at the kitchen counter, looking over her shoulder and breathing in her ear while nonchalantly admiring the food she was preparing.

“Oh hey Taylor!” Curtis finally said after Taylor stood there for a moment or two. “Wanna grab me a beer?”

No, I don’t want to grab you a beer, Taylor thought as he walked over to the fridge and grabbed Curtis a beer, cracked it open and obediently handed it to him. Taylor stood there for a moment waiting for a thank you from Curtis that never arrived. Instead, Dakota leaned in and kissed Taylor on the cheek. “Thank you, Sweetie.”

Curtis was smirking. He did that a lot. “Thank you, Sweetie.” He mocked Taylor.

“Curtis!” Dakota scolded, which she was also doing a lot “Leave the guy alone!”

“What?” Curtis laughed. “I was only joking!”

 “Stop it.” Dakota ordered him. She was not amused anymore like earlier in the day. “I don’t understand this weirdness between the two of you and I need some explaining. I mean what exactly was going on with the deli scale?”

“It was just a joke. Forget about it.” Taylor said, not wanting to talk about any of this.

“That was not a joke you two.” Dakota stated, and then looked at Curtis. “What were you doing, Curtis?”

“I was proving a point.”

 “I’m sorry what?” Dakota asked. “Your point about what?” “That your husband is a Cuckold.”

“A what?”

 “Your. Husband. Is a. Cuckold.” Curtis said, enunciating each word to hammer home the fact.

 Taylor continued to stand in the kitchen feeling ignored. He could feel the heart rise up in his face. From day one with the creampie comment until now Curtis had his number pegged. Of course Taylor was a cuckold. The whirlwind romance with Dakota did not change a thing and now here he was finding himself playing second fiddle again while a real man took control of everything important to him.

“Look, I have an idea what a cuckold is.” Dakota responded. “And I’m not out there fucking around. What Taylor and I have may not always be perfect but this is the best life I’ve ever led and I know it’s because I’ve settled down. There comes a time, you know.

“I do know.” Curtis agreed. “But be honest, don’t you crave the big cock you used to get back in the day?”

“Curtis!” Dakota blurted, looking over at Taylor. Taylor stood there some more. He did not move. He wanted

Dakota to know the truth. This train had left the station and there was nothing he could do about it.

“You see?” Curtis asked Dakota, pointing at Taylor. “He’s not fighting for his woman. He knows I’m correct.”

“Taylor?” Dakota asked, looking again at Taylor.

 “I dunno.” He muttered, unable to admit the truth but feeling his little dick start to grow.

 “From the minute I saw the two of you together” Curtis continued. “I knew if he was not already cucked, he would be soon and that’s why I felt the two of you could use my help.”

“Help?” Dakota and Taylor said together.

“Yes, help.” Curtis continued to explain. “You guys have a great thing going. It’s obvious the way you work together and I believe you that you’re not stepping out Dakota, but aren’t you frustrated by now with Taylor?”

 “Maybe a little bit.” She answered, then looked over at Taylor. “I’m sorry honey, you know I am.” “Yes dear.” Taylor confirmed.

“Yes, and Taylor you know you can’t keep this going, continuing to make Dakota frustrated.” Curtis coaxed. “You know from the past what’s going to happen, you know because you’ve been here before.”

Curtis was looking down at Taylor, right into his eyes. His intense stare forced Taylor to stop fidgeting and be still and in that moment Taylor began to reconsider these painful things Curtis was saying. The truth will set you free we’ve all been told over and over and that’s what Taylor began to feel: free. Free from the facade of trying to be the man in charge when the reality is - he had zero desire to actually be in charge.

“What does he mean Taylor, you’ve been here before?” Dakota asked, her brow furrowed.

“He means I’ve had women fuck around on me in the past and I’ve put up with it.”

“You have?”

 “Yes dear. I have.” Taylor confessed.

 That’s when Curtis began to move in closer to Dakota, putting his arm around her shoulder and began to stroke her arm up and down.

“Curtis!” Dakota exclaimed, but not moving away. “It’s okay.” Curtis replied. “Isn’t it, Taylor?”

 Taylor did not move. No it’s not okay! He wanted to scream but did not. Could not. Curtis kept rubbing her arm in that way and then putting his big arm around her waist, and moving his hand even further down, he finally gave her butt cheek a squeeze.

“Curtis!” Dakota jumped, looking at Taylor. “Are you not going to do anything?”

“Nope.” Curtis interjected. “He’s not going to do a thing but watch.”

“Taylor?” Dakota asked again, becoming less concerned and more curious.

Taylor didn’t speak at first. He was feeling aroused as Curtis took control of him and his wife. “What can I do?” He eventually asked his wife. “He’s not wrong and you need a real man to keep you happy. At least in some ways you need a real man and I’m not him.”

“Taylor, I had no idea you felt this way.” Dakota replied. “His feelings are not wrong are they?” Curtis asked Dakota.

“You do need a real man don’t you?”

 Curtis began to massage Dakota back up along her arms and then her shoulders, releasing the day's pent up stress. Dakota dropped her shoulders down and let her head drop back onto Curtis’s chest with a sign of relief when Curtis then took the opportunity and planted a big wet kiss on her lips, pressing hard making Dakota's eyes pop open wide but still she did not pull away. Instead, she began to kiss back, passionately as Taylor watched for several moments.

Suddenly, she pulled away and shook her head as though trying to wake up from a dream. “Oh my god! I’m not sure what got into me!”

 “Taylor, knows what got into you!” Curtis said, looking right at Taylor.

 “It’s okay, dear. I understand.” Taylor assured his wife.

Taylor did understand. More than Dakota ever could at that moment. Taylor understood that if their relationship were to stand the test of time, he would have to step aside sometimes; at least when his wife needed to be sexually satisfied.

“Yes he does understand.” Curtis stated. “He understands and he won’t mind if we take this conversation to the bedroom, will you Taylor?”

 Dakota looked at Taylor as Curtis took her hand and began leading her to the back of the house where their bedroom was. Taylor didn’t move right away. He waited for Curtis to lead Dakota down the hallway before he began to follow. He knew the cuckold's place. While he had yet to actually be an eyewitness to his partners being taken by bigger and better dick; he knew from all the cuckold sissy porn he watched exactly what to do.

“Taylor, are you sure this is okay?” Dakota asked him one more time as Curtis continued to lead the way, ignoring any answer at this point until Curtis and Dakota were sitting on the bed. “It’s okay, isn’t it Taylor?” Curtis reiterated. “We can stop if you want?”

No we can’t, Taylor thought as he continued to stand there watching his wife become more relaxed while Curtis pawed at her beautiful body. There was no way he could stop this now. His wife was radiant as she allowed Curtis to lay her back and peel off her clothes, down to her panties and bra. An audible gulp escaped Taylors throat catching Dakota’s attention and the two locked eyes. Yes it’s okay, Taylor was able to communicate with a nod of his head and that was all his wife needed; the wild child awakening after a few years of slumber only now - having gone without - a ravenous love goddess enjoying her spoils.

It became easier for Curtis to do what he wanted now that everything was understood. Now that the hierarchy of Taylor’s and Dakota’s marriage was clear. It was nice and easy as he undid her bra clasps and tossed it on the floor by Taylors feet and so smooth as he, while positioning himself up on his knees beside Dakota, pulled her pretty pink panties off her hips, down her thighs and past her shapely calves tossing them also by Taylors feet.

“Taylor, why don’t you get more comfortable?” Curtis addressed the cuckold in the room as he took off his shirt revealing dark toned sculpted traps, pecs and abs. Taylor looked at the bra and panties on the floor. He didn’t need any direction. Not only did he know what Curtis was referring to but despite any feelings of embarrassment he also knew what his growing hard pecker wanted him to do.

Dakota was fully naked and sitting up now too busy touching Curtis’s body to care about their interactions. Taylor could see she was a million miles away enjoying herself. It made him happy to see her content like that, aroused and caressing her Alpha.

“Go on.” Curtis told Taylor. “You know you want to.” At first Taylor hesitated reaching for the feminine items on the floor but

Curtis was right. Finally reaching down with one hand his fat fingers shook at the first touch of the soft panty while the other hand began to fumble at his shirt and trouser buttons trying to undress. He felt clumsy compared to how Curtis was on the bed, massaging Dakota while at the same time easily taking off his pants and boxers letting his monster of a black cock free.

Dakota gasped. She had seen it at the bakery but there it was flaccid and now here it was growing hard and becoming full. A hungry smile grew across her face while she gripped his cock with both hands. “Oh my god, it’s so big.” She breathed and looking over at Taylor she pointed the massive shaft and cock head towards her husband. “Oh my god. It’s so big, honey!” Not waiting for his reaction she licked her lips and leaning in began taking his cock right into her open mouth. Stretching her full lips around his cock she managed to keep it going down, filling up her throat like it had not been filled in a while. Pulling back up and taking the big black dick out of her mouth she gasped for air and reiterated to Taylor with her wide opened eyes, oh my god it’s so big!

Smiling, she leaned in again and began to work on Curtis’s big black cock. Bobbing her head up and down as her cheeks sucked in working such a massive shaft. Playing with his big black swaying balls in one hand and the other jacking his shaft, she continued putting his swollen cock head into her mouth - in and out - her lips stretching over the thick ridges and throbbing veins. Taylor could not believe how well she took a cock that size; he had never seen her so happy before. Never ever and given she was beyond busy working that real man’s cock it became easy for Taylor- by now naked with big erect nipples and raging little boner - to put on his wifes panties. They felt soft and tight and that’s what made it so good as he finally managed to squeeze his fat ass into the tiny panties; his pathetic pecker squished nice and small and as he leaked precum against the delicate fabric and lace, an obvious wet spot began to form.

Curtis’s eyes met his while Dakota kept busy sucking his big cock and nodding towards the matching bra laying on the floor,

Taylor got the message and picked the item up. The bra, still warm and fragrant with his wifes pheromones, made his nipples perk up even more as he reached his chubby arms through the straps and wiggled his jiggly tits into the cups as best he could. Struggling some more he finally managed to secure only one of the clasps, which for him was good enough.

Curtis seemed satisfied taking his eyes from Taylor and focused on Dakota who was still sucking on his cock - the spit running down her chin as he began to slowly fuck her face. Dakota didn't seem to mind that. She seemed to like it, his cock making her groan deeply. She also didn’t seem to mind when he gripped her brown hair firmly with one hand and then picking up the pace, fucked her pretty mouth that much more. There was no way in hell Dakota would allow Taylor to treat her, at any time anywhere, with that kind of dominance but it was also pretty clear why that would be. It was obvious.

There were moments when Taylor felt awkward just standing there in matching bra and panties but neither Dakota or Curtis noticed or cared. They were too busy getting it on. Too busy assuming their positions as Curtis layed Dakota on her back again and positioned himself between her sexy legs. Using his knees, he gently bucked open her legs wide and touching her pussy with one hand he began to stroke her there. Dakota's vision remained glued on Curtis as she moaned and moved her hips under his touch and gaze. They did that for a while until Curtis then held himself up with one hand and with the other reached between his legs and gripped his huge cock pointing it towards Dakota’s pussy.

“Oh my god, yes, give me that big fucking cock!” She cried out. It had been so long for her. He pussy aching to be filled deeply like it had not been in a very long time. Her primal urges were ignited again and reaching between her spread legs she also gripped his cock with her hand and pushed it towards and then inside her dripping hole.

“Oh fuck. Oh yes... Oh fuck. Oh yes... fuck me... fuck me gimme that big black dick!” Dakota cried out, the pent up frustration busting loose finally, the damn breaking open while that black cock aka., pussy destroyer did its work, pounding pleasure into Dakota’s sweet hungry pussy.

Taylor watched as these two superior beings fucked. What else was he going to do? He didn’t even play with his aching pecker. It just felt too good hard and pressed tight in Dakota’s panties and while he felt humiliation like even he had not felt before, it was all so fucking perfect he had to admit. Happy wife; happy life - damn straight he thought and for the first time in a while he allowed himself to smile. Feeling those good feelings spread across his face as he witnessed Curtis, the Alpha god begin to really get into it, fucking Dakota with full long big-dick strokes. Filling up Dakota the way he could never do; giving her pleasure for a really long time compared to anything Taylor had done so far. Taking her where he could never and will never take her but all that was fine; because as Taylor just stood there, hard clit-dic leaking in panties Curtis began to grunt and groan more animalist like now, feeling pleasure only reserved for men like him and expressing it with every stroke into Dakota’s pussy. “Yes. Oh. My. God. Yes. Fuck me!” Dakota kept repeating, demanding to be filled like she knew she deserved. “Fuck yes. Fuck yes.” Curtis began to chant, fucking Dakota so hard, almost disconcerning except for the fact she was demanding it. “Gimmie that big black cock nut!” she cried out and Curtis did - give it to her... his final strokes hard and long deep into her pussy. “Fuck yes. God yes. Oh my god.” Dakota moaned, moving with Curtis, the crescendo peaking - the moment of intense release bursting into that spent sexual energy and finally landing deep inside her convulsing pussy. After a moment or two or three Curtis finally rolled off of Dakota and looked at Taylor still standing there.

“Come on, clean my dick off now. You can’t just stand there and not earn your keep. Time to be of service, hubby.”

Taylor was surprised. Curtis didn’t seem like the type of guy that would go for any guy-on-guy action. It seemed out of place and Curtis noticed his hesitation. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to enjoy it that way.” He laughed and then more firmly, “Get the fuck over here and clean my big black dick!”

“Taylor!” Dakota exclaimed, finally coming back to reality. “What are you wearing?”

“Ah. Um.” Taylor could not form the words needed. “You look cute!” Dakota laughed, pointing at the large wet spot! “Now get over here and clean Curtis’s cock!” Taylors little dick was now raging and his tiny nut sacs becoming blue - as much as little dick and tiny balls like his could rage, but they were. His wife was laughing at him. Teasing him, in a good way for a guy like him. In a way that made him eager to please and so of course he did and walking over to the bed and lowering his head toward Curtis’s crotch he began to lick his big black cock clean of his wife’s pussy juice.

“That’s a good boy.” She said, encouraging him while putting her hand on his head. “Clean off every inch!”

Taylor could look up at times and see his wife’s eyes as they glazed over watching him service her black lover's cock. Her face was flushed with excitement and her mouth formed a smile. “God this is so fucking hot” Dakota moaned. “I think I could get used to this.”

The look in her eyes was the same as the look he’d seen in her photos of wild days gone past which made him eager to be her good boy - sticking his tongue out more, cleaning more square inches of Curtis’s superior man meat; becoming even more aroused as he serviced the cock that just fucked his wife’s pussy.

“Whoa, that’s enough now!” Curtis laughed and grabbing a handful of Taylor’s hair he pulled the cuckold off his dick. “You  want more of me? Maybe one day I’ll shoot a big load down your throat but for now you can lick Dakota’s pussy clean!”

The promise of getting Curtis’s cum shot all the way down his throat was now something Taylor had in his head. Now something that he would pine away for - waiting for that treat when Curtis would decide - if ever, to give him his load personally but for now his wife’s pussy was the next best thing.

Positioning himself between Dakota’s legs he looked at her pussy. It was swollen, wet and gaping, looking nothing like the pristine condition her pussy would be after the rare occasion when he got to slip his little dick in. Taylor leaned in and began to lick at his wifes pussy; her scent almost unrecognizable after Curtis’s load filling her up and now oozing down her thighs; her scent turning him into a fiend.

“Oh my god, Taylor!” Dakota gasped, gripping his head and pushing it down into her wet mess some more. “Fuck you eat pussy great when it’s full of another mans cum. Get it! Get that creampie!”

And Taylor did - get that creampie, needing now only to serve these to superior lovers for his own satisfaction. His own sad penis forgotten, snug and tight in his wifes panties and the taste of cock and pussy juice coating his mouth as gulp after gulp he licked and swallowed. I’ll rub one out later, he mused, as his face became squished into her pussy and drenched with the oozing sex juice. Looking up he could see Dakota and Curtis begin to make out again, their tongues meshing in erotic passion while he remained almost forgotten between her legs licking and cleaning.

“Sweetie, that’s enough now” Dakota moaned, looking down at him with an intoxicated smile and pushing him away. “You go away now. Find something to do. Curtis and I are going to enjoy some time together. Without you.”

Those last two words. Without you. Were two words that despite the initial sting made him feel safe and secure in his marriage. “Yes, dear.” He murmured. Getting up from between her legs he stood there in the bra and panties for a few moments longer. Feeling the wetness drying on his face he allowed himself, a fat-fuck-cuckold, to feel the rush of masochistic humiliation being stared at and judged while standing in his wifes lingerie. Having satisfied his need for self-abatement he then obediently turned around and left the room. He knew exactly what he was going to do now. What the fuck else was he going to do? He knew because he had been here before and he knew his place no matter the delusions he might tell himself tomorrow.

Entering the den he plopped himself in the reclining chair, turned on his computer and began to watch porn. Sissy and cuckold porn and while reaching down into his wifes panties that he still had on he began to play with his sad little prick flicking it around with his fingers as images of real men with massive black cock got all the sweet wet pussy.

Much like the big black cock taking Dakota right now in their bedroom. Her moans fill the air. “Oh my god yes! Fuck me with your big black monster! I’m going to cum... baby don’t stop... do it again...Yes yes yes...”

 THE END.