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"Oh Robert!" Pauline sobbed as her assistant lifted the cover of the shoebox away.

"What happened? What's wrong?" Robert looked at the tiny woman in surprise, clearly not expecting this. She was naked and crying, huddled in the corner like a child. He reached down and carefully picked up his naked boss with both hands, cradling her gently.

"It was terrible!" Pauline wrapped her arms around the man's left thumb, shivering and looking into his worried eyes. "It was Brenda. She tied me up, by my arms, see?"

She held up her left wrist and Robert looked closely, seeing for himself the small bruises and angry red rope burns on her pale skin.

"Brenda did that?" Robert asked, not wanting to believe it.

"Uh-huh. Oh, Robert! She left me there, hanging in the kitchen, and then she spanked me hard with a stick," Pauline choked back another sob. "Look ... Look at my butt. Is it bad?"

Pauline turned her back to him and bent over slightly, presenting her firm round ass to Robert's inspection. It was still red, with clearly visible welts and even some dark bruises. Robert frowned, trying to imagine Brenda, his sweet loving wife of nearly ten years, doing such a thing.

"Brenda did this?" Robert repeated incredulously, but he was speaking mostly to himself.

"Yes," Pauline sniffed. "She ... She made me wet myself," Pauline blushed at that admission, looking down as her big tears fell onto Robert's palm. "I haven't eaten or anything. She didn't even give me water. Oh please, Robert, don't ever leave me alone with her again! Please!"

"I..." Robert didn't know what to say. He sat down on his bed, now holding Pauline in his right hand, protectively close to his chest. He stroked her gently with his left hand, running two fingers along her shoulders and down her back.

Pauline shivered beneath the man's touch, giving Robert her big blue eyes and trembling lips.

"I'm so sorry, Pauline. I just can't believe she would do that," Robert shook his head sadly, wondering how his wife could ever have done such a thing to someone so small and helpless as Pauline. How anyone could have done it.

"She hurt me, Robert," Pauline arched her back slightly, enjoying the feel of Robert's caressing touch. "She made me call her Mistress and..."

"I'll talk to her, I'll go downstairs and..."

"No! Please, no. Not yet, don't leave me yet," Pauline pressed herself against Robert's warm skin, wrapping her arms around the man's fingers. "I've been so lonely, Robert. So frightened. Just hold me, please? For a little bit, Robert. Just for a while, okay?"

"Sure. Of course I will," Robert nodded. "I'm here now, Pauline. You're safe now."

Downstairs in the kitchen, Brenda was cooking dinner, but she knew she was in trouble. That little bitch would be telling Robert everything, she thought, and probably more than that. Pauline would be making stuff up, lies to make what had happened seem much worse than it really was. So she'd given the woman a spanking, so what? She'd deserved it. Pauline had bad manners and a filthy mouth. The little slut deserved everything Brenda had given her and more, probably.

At least that's what Brenda was telling herself. Inside she didn't really believe that, of course, being the basically good and decent woman she was. She'd spent the afternoon wrestling with her guilt, not only for the unjust punishment she'd inflicted on Pauline that morning, but also for the lust she'd felt afterwards. She'd masturbated, Brenda reminded herself unhappily, fingered her hungry pussy like a wanton slut, and all the while thinking about Pauline. Not her loving husband Robert, not even another man, but about another woman. It was obscene.

Brenda frowned and mashed the potatoes she was holding violently, threatening to crack the big ceramic bowel that contained them. Thank goodness her daughters were at her mother's house for the day. Brenda decided she'd call her mom and see if they couldn't spend the night. She had a feeling Robert would be wanting to talk with her soon and after that, Brenda seriously doubted she'd be feeling very motherly. She had to protect her children, just as she had to convince Robert that Pauline had to go. The woman was a bad influence. She was evil and trying to seduce the both of them, Brenda thought, and in Brenda's heart of hearts, she didn't think Pauline would fail.

Brenda didn't know how right she was. She had no real facts to back up her suspicions, but she did have intuition and experience on her side, so perhaps it wasn't entirely a lucky guess on her part. She'd seen how women like Pauline operated, and so she'd naturally assumed that Pauline would act the same way, by using her sexuality, her guile and female charms, to get what she most wanted.

And so that would explain why Pauline was resting so comfortably on Robert's chest right then, pressing her hand against his warm body through the soft cotton of his undershirt. He'd taken off his coat and tie already, so getting him out of that starched button-down dress shirt hadn't been too awfully hard. He hadn't even protested when Pauline had suggested he lay down for a bit so he could relax and think about what Pauline had told him.

It was very comfortable like that actually, Pauline smiled to herself. Robert's chest was soft, but firm and warm. She enjoyed the way it rose gently beneath her and then fell as he breathed. She could even feel his heart as she lay there on her tummy, smiling at him with her arms crossed beneath her chin. She had her knees bent too, so her feet were high, ankles crossed and she swung them to and fro like a metronome and Robert was watching her. He just couldn't help himself.

That was the best part for Pauline. He was looking at her and not only because they were talking, Robert filling his boss in on what had happened at the office that day, but because he liked looking at Pauline. There was interest in his eyes, and much more than he'd demonstrated even during their shower together the day before. He was falling for her. Pauline would have bet money that Robert had spent much of the day in her office, answering her phone, making her decisions, and thinking about her not as his boss, but as the woman he'd held in his hands. The woman he'd touched and so tenderly caressed beneath that warm spray.

And when he'd seen her hurt and crying, that had really done it, Pauline thought. She'd saved up a lot of tears for that moment, banked her emotions like the cold calculating executive she was, bitch being entirely too common a word, and she'd spent her savings wisely, investing in Robert's paternal nature. Nothing, she told herself, would get the man's attention more than seeing her small and frightened and hurt. It was the secret combination to his heart and now she knew her plan was working.

Robert wanted her.

"Can you ... I mean, would you..." Pauline asked hesitantly, blushing softly, " ... rub my back again, Robert?"

"Uh, sure," Robert nodded. He'd been wanting to do precisely that but quite unable to admit it. Robert licked his lips. "Like this?"

"Mmmm ... That feels so good," Pauline nodded, closing her eyes as she felt the tips of his fingers along her supple spine. "I like it when you touch me that way."

"Y-You do?" Robert cleared his throat.

Careful, not too fast, Pauline told herself. Mustn't rush the man. But she was getting excited herself and Pauline's impatience invariable won out in such circumstances. Her body positively tingled and she couldn't help but remember the front row view of Robert's healthy cock driving into his no-good cunt of a wife the night before. My cock soon, Pauline thought. If she was very careful, very deliberate, she'd put the man's balls on a leash and Brenda could cry herself to sleep.

"Would you mind just a little ... lower?" Pauline shifted slightly, opening her eyes again to look up at him. "My bottom is really sore."

"Okay," Robert said and he let his hand go lower, his fingers moving lightly over Pauline's sweetly curved ass.

He shouldn't have been doing that, he knew, but the woman was so small, so vulnerable. She'd been clearly abused and Robert felt a cold shadow of mistrust fall over his heart for the first time in his life. How could Brenda have done such a thing? A spanking was one thing, but he'd seen for himself the injuries to Pauline's wrists. They weren't severe, of course, and the bruises would fade quickly, but still...

Robert needed to make it better somehow and that rationale was being used to assuage the guilt he would have otherwise felt at touching Pauline the way he was. His intentions may have been to merely comfort the woman, but there was more to it than that. As soon as Robert's fingers found her supple form lying on his chest, he felt the electricity. She was so beautiful, entirely precious and desirable. He'd been able to think of little else all day long, but rushing home to see Pauline once again.

Now his cock began to harden in his trousers and his mouth grew dry, his heart beating faster. Robert's fingers were on Pauline's ass, so nice and round, even though she was only six inches tall now, that hardly mattered. He massaged her butt tenderly, smiling as Pauline sighed and lifted her head. She shook the long blonde hair from her eyes and stared back at him. Pauline was feeling it too, the energy passing back and forth between them in that quiet moment. It might have reminded Robert of how he and Brenda had looked at each other when they were younger and still brand new to love, but his mind was a million miles away from his wife.

"Ohhh ... That's so good, Robert ... Thank you..." Pauline moaned with pleasure, which wasn't feigned at all. "Ahhh ... Yeah ... Lower, just a little ... Mmmmm ... You're so good to me, Robert ... So good..."

The electricity that Robert felt was especially surprising to Pauline. She'd made her plans all afternoon, preparing herself for Robert's return, but now her strategy was falling apart. Her skin tingled and the juices were already spilling from her pussy, but not only because of the physical pleasure the man was giving her. This was deeper, an emotional attachment was being formed and Pauline could scarcely understand it. She'd never loved anyone in her life and the idea of falling for a man like Robert? That was ridiculous. He was a servant, a hireling, a married man with children and a receding hairline. How could she possible fall in love with him, especially after what he'd done to her?

But even reminding herself of all that, Pauline only knew that he was holding her the way no other man ever had. That he was treating her like a person and not a thing. Everyone else in her life saw Pauline as either someone to fear or someone to conquer. Men wanted to bed her, women treated her with jealous contempt. She couldn't trust anyone. Pauline had learned that early on. Being beautiful had been a curse more often than a blessing, twisting her relationships and betraying friendships. So she'd used it and told herself that friends didn't matter. Love didn't exist. She was alone and happiness only came at the expense of others.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you," Robert whispered, misinterpreting the dark confusion passing over Pauline's face. "I'll protect you, Pauline. I promise."

"Oh, Robert..." she sighed and more than any others, those were the words Pauline had spent a lifetime needing to hear.

Pauline spread her legs, unlocking her ankles and moving her thighs apart as Robert held his breath, knowing what he was doing had to be wrong but he couldn't help it. His index finger worked low, down the soft crease of Pauline's butt and he felt her hot and warm and humid, his finger pressing lightly against her suddenly exposed sex. He just couldn't stop himself. The way she felt, the way she looked, and the sounds she made. Pauline's soft voice, high pitched but still so incredibly sexy. She was moaning and the sound was so sweet to his ears.

"Does that feel good?" Robert breathed. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Ummmm ... Oh God, Robert ... Yessss..." Pauline hissed between her teeth. " ... Right there ... Harder ... Go ahead ... Mmmm, so good ... Touch me, Robert..."

The tiny woman was moving her hips now, helping Robert find her humid sex as she rolled her ass against him. Her pussy was so wet, so hungry and his finger felt even better than Brenda's had been earlier. It was big and fat and so soft. It rubbed her up and down, making her feel so good. Robert fingered her from behind and his fingertip covered her vulva completely. She squirmed against the sensation of her pussy being pleasantly massaged, her clit thrumming with excited energy. Her plump labia being pushed and pulled as Robert caressed her moist sex.

And he was feeling it too, Pauline could tell, Robert was getting as excited as she was. This was magic, Pauline thought with a wayward giggle in the back of her mind. Real magic, the way this giant of a man was loving her helpless body and more than that, she knew Robert was loving the person inside it. She knew because he was telling her.

"You're not a bad girl," Robert was whispering. "Inside ... You're so beautiful, Pauline ... Such a beautiful girl inside."

"Ohhmmmm..." Pauline's moan was her only reply and she wanted to believe him so badly.

Robert was calling her his little girl, not seeing Pauline as a child, but understanding that inside the woman a part of Pauline had been lost, left behind as she grew up. Pauline was an angry, confused little girl trapped in a woman's body, Robert thought, but not a bad one and Robert told her so.

Pauline rolled over slowly, onto her back and opened herself completely to Robert's hand. He touched her breasts, his huge finger pressing against Pauline's tits and burning nipples. He stroked down her flat tummy and then found her sex once again. Robert curved his finger, as if scratching Pauline between her thighs and she groaned with pleasure, wrapping her arms and legs around the long thick digit. She kissed his skin, licking and biting as she hunched her hips upward.

"Take it out, Robert..." Pauline gasped, riding the man's finger now without any pretense whatsoever. They both knew what they were doing and Pauline decided that it was time for them to admit it. The little girl inside her needed love and nurturing, but the rest of her was still a woman and happily for them, Pauline thought, she and Robert could have it both ways.

"Wha ... What?" Robert held his finger hard against Pauline's cunt, moving it just a little, feeling her smooth thighs squeezing him, urging him to move harder and faster.

"Your cock..." Pauline groaned, digging her fingers into Robert's skin, pushing her dripping sex against his finger. "Take it out ... Let me see it..."

Her breathing was ragged now, she was so close to cumming, but she wanted him to cum too. She wanted them to cum together, the way lovers should.

"Yessss..." Robert said, his mind fogged with lust. The woman was worth loving, he'd known that all along. Her small size was perfect, making Pauline vulnerable and dependent on him. It brought out the paternal instincts that Robert was blessed with, but at the same time she was so sublime in her beauty, so perfect in her urgency to be taken. This was a new form of submission, the same fantasy that Pauline had succumbed to previously taking a different form. The bonds that held her were emotional now and she was giving herself to Robert completely.

"You can't leave me," Pauline swallowed hard, recalling Brenda's cruel rejection that morning. "Promise me, Robert. You'll protect me. You'll love me forever."

"Love..." Robert said slowly, the word conjuring visions of his wife and children and now, Pauline. He couldn't deny it and the man found himself nodding, making a promise he could never break. "I'll love you, Pauline."

"Oh yeah ... Yes..." Pauline smiled and a wave of emotion unlike any other she'd ever imagined filled the woman. It wasn't a sense of victory or satisfaction at winning Robert's heart; those thoughts were far away from her now, like a bad dream.

"I love you too," she whispered.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Robert asked and Pauline gave the man a breathless giggle. No one in her life had ever tried to refuse the gift of Pauline's body and for the first time Pauline could give herself to a man without reservation.

"Yeah," she said. "Take it out for me. I want to make love to you."

"Alright," Robert smiled and felt his heart thumping madly as he used his left hand to undo his trousers, just the zipper, and he fumbled awkwardly for a moment but finally pulled his aching penis free.

"Oh Robert..." Pauline had turned her head, looking down Robert's smooth belly and licking her lips with anticipation. "It's so big ... So nice..."

She stared as Robert gripped his cock in his left hand, his fist covering only half of its impressive length. He stroked it slowly, watching Pauline as she watched him. His other hand was still petting her, his fingers stroking Pauline's hot flesh and especially the fiery pit of lust her pussy had become. She moved, wanting a better view as Robert masturbated slowly for their mutual pleasure.

His cock was massive compared to Pauline's shrunken form. It was three inches taller than her, maybe more, and even if she'd been her normal self, Pauline would have been pleasantly awed by its size. As it was, Pauline almost felt a little intimidated, which was a sensation completely alien to her nature. But she liked it for precisely that reason, of course. The trembling in her belly as she contemplated riding that huge cock was a mix of desire and fear and a real good orgasm about to peak.

"Yeah ... Touch it for me ... Play with it ... Oh God! Robert, I feel so ... Good right now..." Pauline shuddered as she started cumming, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, turning so that she could see his cock and present Robert with her dripping pussy.

The woman thrust her ass backwards, finding Robert's finger with her legs still spread wide for him. She fucked herself up and down wildly, arching her back and letting her pleasure vent itself with high pitched yelps and squeals. Pauline was cumming hard, with her eyes wide open, drinking in the sight of that ruddy cock jutting upright from Robert's flushed body. His hand rose and fell, squeezing his turgid member so that large drops of precum appeared at the tip, spilling down to paint the ruddy shaft. It was wet and slippery and huge. The biggest cock in the world, Pauline thought crazily in the depths of her cum. The biggest cock any woman had ever had and it was all hers!

Robert groaned, licking his lips and focused on nothing but Pauline. He watched her heavy breasts sway beneath her as she knelt on his chest, down on all fours and grinding her sex against his twitching finger. Her ass rocked up and down and he could feel the heat of her, the wetness as it poured from Pauline's empty, clasping cunt. He rubbed his cock faster, feeling his balls tighten, becoming desperate to ejaculate their hot load. He imagined Pauline on his penis, riding his cock instead of his finger, the look on her face would be for his manhood as it entered her womb. He wanted her so badly just then, more than anything else in the world it seemed. Inside her, Robert thought, making love to her with his unsheathed cock, fucking her hard and deep, driving himself bareback into the woman's fertile womb while she kissed his mouth and eyes and whispered the sweet words he longed to hear.

"Let me..." Pauline gasped as she recovered from her orgasm, " ... Let me touch it ... Let me kiss it, Robert ... Before you cum..."

And that was all the encouragement the man needed. He was lost now, Robert's mind filled only with images of Pauline impaled on his hardness. He picked her up in his shaking hand, trying to be gentle, and placed the woman next to his penis. It towered over her, already wet with precum and turned dark and ruddy with excitement. Robert let himself go so that his cock fell towards his stomach, not laying flat, it was much too hard for that, but thrusting upward at an angle just an inch or two above his body, hovering there as if waiting for Pauline to climb atop and ride it.

"Oh God!" Pauline was still shivering from her recent cum and she stood weakly on Robert's uneven trousers, her feet sinking into the wool blend, staring at the enormous size of his cock.

All of nine inches at least and so thick! Pauline lunged for it, literally, wrapping herself around the shaft near the base, where Robert's hand had been. It was like hugging a telephone pole, she thought with a breathless giggle. Or no, it was thicker than that. A tree, a great soft hard smooth warm tree that throbbed against her body. She held her body against the underside, spreading her legs and arms against the silky smooth skin that covered the throbbing muscle beneath.

Pauline kissed it eagerly, dragging her tongue across the flesh, along the prominent veins that fed precious energy to Robert's cock and gave it a life of its own for Pauline's pleasure. She could feel his heartbeat there, and the smell of the man was overpowering. A pleasing, rich scent of male sweat and arousal. It made Pauline's knees weak and her heart pound. She dragged her tongue across the velvet skin, tasting him sweet and salty, and tried her best to work her body higher. Pauline gripped him with her legs wide spread, her arms embracing Robert tightly as she pulled and pushed and squirmed slowly along the length of Robert's fat cock.

Robert moaned loudly, gripping the sheets in his fists as he watched the relatively uncommon sight of a beautiful six inch woman wrapping herself around a big hard penis. It was unreal and exciting, and the feel of her there was like nothing he could have described. The way Pauline's hot body moved against him, her breasts rubbing across his flesh, her thighs clasped tightly around his straining prick. Her mouth, her tongue ... Robert could feel all of it distinctly. His flesh was hyper-sensitive, as if every nerve in his body were focused on Pauline, wherever she was and whatever she was doing. And what the beautiful woman was doing was climbing him, or so it seemed, pulling at the velvet soft skin surrounding the muscle beneath, trying to pull herself up, and the experience was driving Robert mad with pleasure.

Wetness had spilled from the tip of Robert's cock, running wetly down the smooth round glans and onto the shaft like a warm mountain spring. He'd spread it around with his fingers while jerking off and now it was making it hard for Pauline to scale Robert's throbbing cock. His precum was thin and slippery, and Pauline laughed with insane ecstasy as she wrestled with it, losing her grip and then finding another, her body becoming wet and almost oily with the substance. It was like a dream, an erotic wet dream that Pauline never wanted to wake from.

She was riding a huge cock, a giant cock, and it was moving all by itself, jerking slightly and making the ride even more wild. It was like riding a mechanical bull, Pauline imagined, except a thousand times better. This bull was alive and hot and not trying to throw her off at all. She drank Robert's precum, literally filling her tiny mouth with the larger drops that clung to his skin and swallowing hungrily. She wanted more though, she wanted something hot and thick and salty.

At Pauline's breathless request for a little "boost" Robert pressed two fingers to Pauline's spread butt, lifting the woman the few inches she needed along the length of his cock until she was riding the head, with the very crown of his penis beneath Pauline's lust-filled gaze, her mouth right there at the eye. She was slightly bent over to reach it, but not nearly so much as she might have imagined. Her arms were wrapped around Robert's cock just beneath the pronounced ridge of his glans and her legs were wrapped tightly against the shaft, Pauline's knees drawn up so that she appeared even smaller than she really was.

"Cum for me..." Pauline begged Robert, kissing and licking at his pisshole which was so large she could push her tongue inside it easily, exploring the man and tasting only precum as yet. "Cum for me, Robert ... I want it ... I want your sperm ... Give it to me..."

Pauline was doing everything she could, rubbing her body up and down, riding him as best she could, and that was enough. Robert couldn't hold back, even if he'd wanted to. Baseball, Chevrolet, even thoughts of his mom's sweet apple pie couldn't divert the wicked attentions of Robert's feverish mind. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and lifted his hips against the sudden tension that built deep in his balls, and then with a great gasp of almost painful jubilation he felt his cum rising like a rocket bound for Venus.

"Ohhhhh ... Yessss!!" Pauline shrieked happily as she felt Robert's penis jerk violently, literally bucking the woman off and onto her ass beneath the huge prick erupting above her.

She hadn't expected that, although perhaps she should have, and Pauline just giggled for a second as she gathered her senses. It had been a soft landing at least, but Pauline had little thought of that as semen began to geyser from the great pink dome above her, and Pauline scrambled to her feet, pressing herself against that beautiful cock. She held on tight, as tightly as she could, feeling her own climax just seconds away. It was like riding a wild stallion as that huge cock spasmed and jerked wildly out of control. Robert was beyond caring. He didn't bother to grab it, to aim his spewing load in any particular direction, he just let it go and his cum flew everywhere, spattering over his trousers and his t-shirt, onto the bed and down his throbbing cock. Semen spilled around Pauline in big thick dollops of semen as Robert's orgasm slowed, the cum running down the shaft to cover her body and loosen her grip.

But Pauline was too busy cumming herself. She'd managed to hold on somehow and her body shuddered with pleasure as it surrendered to the fire coursing through her blood. The woman rubbed her cunt against the hard shaft eagerly, grinding and spilling her own copious juices to mix with Robert's. It wasn't much by comparison, but that was a minor thing and lost to Pauline as she rejoiced in their combined orgasm.

They'd done it, the small part of her that remained coherent said, they'd made love and cum together. They were joined now, Pauline and Robert, joined forever. Her cum was on his cock, just as Robert's ball juice nearly covered Pauline from head to foot. He'd fucked her, made love to her even, and nothing else mattered. She was truly happy, for the first time in her life. Pauline felt complete ... Nearly.

There was only one more thing the woman had to do...

Pauline was breathless and dizzy, but she found a large pool of Robert's semen, still fresh, just seconds old. It was beneath the still jerking head of Robert's cock, directly beneath it as his erection hovered above his belly. The semen lay in a hot puddle, slowly soaking into Robert's t-shirt and Pauline stumbled to it. She sat in it, laughing with orgasmic joy as she worked great gobs of the stuff into her sex, pressing Robert's sperm into her vagina and fingering herself deeply. She pushed the man's cum inside her cunt as far as she could and brought herself to another delightful orgasm in the process. She didn't know if it would get her pregnant or not but she hoped so, she really did, and a smile crept across her happy face as she glanced at Robert, breathless and weak, groaning with his eyes fixed upon the sight of Pauline bathing in his semen.

He was smiling too.

"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 bedroom 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. She was making love to him, Brenda realized. Pauline and Robert were making love the only way they could. It didn't matter that his cock was far too large to penetrate her, it was obvious that the intention was there, the shared love between them.

"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 with her husband. Pauline wasn't even as tall as Robert's cock was long, and there she was, sliding up and down the ruddy shaft. Pauline was kissing it, grinding her pussy against Robert's penis, and the image was burned forever more into Brenda's memory. They were making love.

But the rewards ... Brenda couldn't breathe.

She couldn't think straight. Why did it turn her on seeing that? Brenda should have been outraged by it, seeing her devoted husband cheating with another woman. Brenda felt humiliation, even though she knew neither of them could know she was there watching. They were far too absorbed in each other to notice her crouched in the doorway, on her knees and biting her lip to stay quiet when she should have been screaming. But she couldn't. Brenda was helpless and lost; the vision of her husband with Pauline filled her with a rush of excitement. Sexual energy that drove her heart wildly beneath her heaving breasts. It drove her fingers to dig and scratch and claw mercilessly at her cunt. She needed relief from the orgasm building deep in her belly.