She cupped my chin and raised my head, forcing me to look at her directly. “This is going to determine a lot, depending on what I find. I have to confess to being very curious. I’ve got some very strong opinions about what I should find, you know,” she explained releasing my belt and unbuttoning my jeans.
“I know it’s silly, but I like to think of what I am going to find as my property, my tool, something for me to play with. You are going to laugh, but I like to call guy’s cocks Hannah’s bananas.”
I was turning red, finding it hard to hold still. My cock was starting to get hard as she kept talking. My the time she was slowly pulling the zipper down, I could feel myself starting to strain in my pants.
Once she pulled my pants down, my cock was making a tent in my boxers. I turned my head away as she pulled my underwear down.
She erupted in a fit of giggles.
“Awwwww, it is a cute little thing. I like it.”
She cupped my chin again and pressed close, looking into my eyes. “But it isn’t very big is it?”
I blushed more.
“It is a teeny weenie,” she said teasing me more. “I was hoping for something bigger.”
She stepped away and reached into her bag. She smiled, pulling out a banana and held it up against me, comparing them.
She pouted. “This is my sad face,” she taunted. “Poor Davey has such a widdle cock,” she said continuing her pout.
I looked down, seeing her hold the banana next to my hard cock, making it look even smaller in comparison. I had no words. I was beyond embarrassed.
“You know the difference between your little cock and this banana?”
I nodded.
“Well obviously one is much smaller than the other. But the real difference is only one of them is ever going in my mouth.”
She peeled the banana and slowly slid it in her mouth, as I watched her beautiful full lips circle it as she sucked it gently, before taking a bite.
She placed the half eaten banana next to my cock, which was still straining and beginning to leak pre cum.
She shook her head. “It’s still bigger.”
One more bite.
“Now it is shorter, but still thicker.”
She slipped the last bite into her mouth, dropping the peel on my desk.
“OK, so now we know. You don’t have a banana. Maybe a baby banana. Little itty bitty banana.”
She reached back into her bag and pulled out a ruler.
“I need to take some measurements. First,” she said, “let’s see how bigger you actually are.”
She pressed the ruler to my cock and wrapped her hand around it, pressing it down into the ruler. I squirmed at her touch.
“Wow. Four and a half inches. Hard. You must be so proud,” she giggled.
“I’m not,” I said softly.
“So the first thing you need to do is apologize to me for it,” she said, stepping back and crossing her arms in front of her.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly.
She shook her head. “Not good enough. I want a real apology. I want you to humiliate yourself for me.”
I felt my heart race, finding it hard to breathe.
“I am sorry, Miss. I am sorry for having a little cock. I am sorry I am not more of a real man for you.” I tensed for a moment. “I am sorry I only have a baby banana. I wish it was bigger Miss. I wish I had a full sized Hannah banana.”
She was smiling.
“Much better,” she said. “This is even better than I imagined.”
“Now we need to see how big it is soft,” she said calmly.