Your mouth

You nervously get closer to Sam, trying to be sexy in this foreign body. "Get your head down here slowpoke" Sam says, gripping your hair roughly and moving your head into her lap. You are shocked at how aggressive Sam was. She didn't even care about how much she hurt you there.

Now you were face to face with Sam's womanhood, and you knew she wasn't going to be patient with you. As you've done many times before, you started working your mouth on her in all the places you knew she liked. Your tongue circled her clit before you lapped at her folds.

The only difference this time, it seemed, was you. No matter how much you liked it, your tiny dick wouldn't get hard. It just hung in between your legs uselessly, swaying when you adjust position. Leaning to the side slightly to try and stop it's movement, you tried to focus on what you were doing.

That is until you felt Sam' hand touch your penis. It felt good, the way she used her fingers to pressure your now tiny pleasure points. The way her hand was moving was less like jerking off a dick, and more like playing with a clit. This feeling made your stomach feel horrible, and you couldn't help crying as Sam had fun with your microdick.

Sam noticed the tears. "Baby it's okay, someday soon you won't have to worry about this little thing okay? I know you don't like it, we'll try to get your balls removed soon."

You was about to say something, but at that moment Sam gripped your head and buried it in her mound. You couldn't breathe as you could feel Sam climax, moaning while grinding her sex into your mouth. You could feel her pulsing, and her gyrating hips made sure to cover your face in her cum. It was much more than she had ever cum before, and the substance was sticker and thicker than you've ever seen. She finally let you up to breathe, with her cum drying on your face.

She laid back, eyes closed to soak in the feeling. "You're welcome Marcy."