Ideas

You’re home from work, the day’s stress melting away as you settle into your favorite chair in the dimly lit bedroom. The laptop is already open on the desk in front of you, screen glowing softly. Your heart picks up pace the moment you click into the video chat with Kayla. She appears almost instantly, looking even more stunning than last night—her dark hair cascading over one shoulder, wearing a loose tank top that barely contains her full breasts, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. Her smile is playful, mischievous, the kind that already has your cock stirring in your sweatpants.“Hey there, cutie,” she purrs, leaning closer to the camera so her cleavage fills more of the frame. “Missed that adorable little dickie of yours. How was work? Bet you were thinking about me teasing it all day.”

You laugh softly, cheeks warming at the immediate reminder of your size. “It was alright. Yeah… couldn’t stop replaying last night.”

“Good boy.” She bites her lip, eyes sparkling. “I’ve been thinking about you too. Especially that smooth, tiny cock. So cute and bare, like it’s begging to be laughed at and played with.” She pauses, tilting her head with genuine curiosity. “Hey, random question I’ve never asked a guy before—at your size, do you think scissoring would make for better sex?”The question catches you completely off guard. You blink, mouth opening and closing for a second. Scissoring? You’d seen it in porn, mostly between women, legs intertwined, pussies grinding together. But with a guy? Especially one packing as little as you? The idea floods your mind with vivid, humiliating images—your modest four-inch erection barely making contact while her slick folds envelop and rub against it. Heat rushes to your face, and your cock twitches hard in your pants at the sheer vulnerability of it.

“I… uh, I’ve never really thought about it,” you admit, voice a little shaky. “But… yeah, maybe? It sounds kinda… intimate. Like, I wouldn’t be able to thrust deep or anything, so we’d just be rubbing, grinding… my little thing sliding against your clit.”Kayla’s eyes light up, a delighted laugh escaping her. “Mmm, exactly. See? That’s what makes it hot. Most big-dick guys just pound away. But with your cute little dickie? Scissoring would be perfect. You’d be all pressed up against me, that smooth, undersized cock trapped between our bodies, barely poking out while I grind my wet pussy all over it. I could control everything—how fast, how much pressure. You’d just lie there feeling my heat and wetness smothering your tiny erection, like it’s disappearing into me without even going inside.”

Your hand instinctively drifts toward your lap, but she stops you with a raised finger and a wicked grin. “Ah ah, not yet. Tonight we’re doing something fun. Hands-free JOI. You’re not allowed to touch that little dickie at all. Just sit there, watch me, listen to me, and let it throb and leak all on its own while I tell you exactly how I’d scissor with you. Got it, baby?”You nod, swallowing hard, already feeling the familiar ache of denial mixed with arousal. “Yeah… okay.”“Strip for me first,” she commands softly. “Show me that smooth little package.”

You stand, pulling off your shirt and then sliding your sweatpants and boxers down in one motion. Your cock springs free—already half-hard, completely hairless from yesterday’s waxing, looking even smaller in the cool air of the room. It bobs gently as you sit back down, hands obediently resting on the arms of the chair, far from your lap.Kayla hums appreciatively, adjusting her camera so you can see more of her body. She peels off her tank top, revealing perfect C-cup breasts with dark, stiff nipples. Then she shimmies out of her shorts and panties, spreading her legs wide on her bed to give you a clear view of her shaved pussy, already glistening with arousal. “Look at you… so cute and ****. That tiny smooth cock is already twitching and it’s not even being touched. Good.”She starts slow, her voice dropping into that sultry, teasing tone you’re quickly becoming addicted to. “Imagine us in bed, completely naked. I’d push you onto your back first, then climb on top, but instead of riding you normally, I’d swing one leg over and position us scissor-style. My right leg over your left hip, your right leg over mine. We’d lock together like that—pussies and cock meeting right in the middle.”

As she speaks, one of her hands trails down her body, fingers gently circling her clit without penetrating. Her hips rock subtly, demonstrating the motion. Your cock responds instantly, lifting higher, the head flushing darker as blood rushes in. A clear bead of precum forms at the tip and slowly drips down the short shaft, untouched.“Feel that?” she continues, eyes locked on your erection through the screen. “Your little dickie would be so perfectly positioned—barely long enough to rub along my slit. The head would nestle right against my clit while my wet lips wrap around the sides of your thin shaft. No deep fucking, just constant, slippery grinding. I’d start slow, rolling my hips in circles, letting my juices coat every inch of your smooth, undersized cock. You’d feel how warm and slick I am, how my pussy lips kiss and swallow your tiny erection without even needing to open up much.”Your cock twitches violently, bouncing in the air. Another thick drop of precum leaks out, trailing down to your balls. The denial is maddening—you want so badly to wrap your hand around it, but you keep your palms flat on the chair arms, breathing heavier.

Kayla moans softly, sliding two fingers along her folds, spreading them to show you the pink, wet interior. “Mmm, fuck… I can already picture it. My clit rubbing directly over the head of your little dickie, using it like a cute little sex toy. You’d try to thrust, but at your size, it’d be useless—just pathetic little twitches while I control the rhythm. I’d lean back, bracing on my arms, and really grind down, smothering that smooth cock completely between my thighs and pussy. Sometimes it would slip out entirely because it’s so short, and I’d have to guide it back with my fingers, laughing softly at how easily it gets lost.”She picks up the pace on herself, fingers now dipping inside her cunt with wet, audible sounds. Her breasts bounce gently with each movement. “God, that turns me on so much. Your tiny, waxed cock disappearing in my folds, getting absolutely drenched. I could scissor you for hours, edging you without mercy. Every time you get close, I’d slow down or shift so only the very tip is kissing my clit—denying you any real friction until you’re whimpering.”

Your erection is now rock-hard, standing straight up from your smooth groin, the entire short length glistening with a steady flow of precum that drips onto the chair between your legs. The veins are visible on the thin shaft, the head swollen and shiny. It strains desperately in the empty air, bobbing and pulsing with your heartbeat, begging for touch that isn’t coming.“Look at it leaking for me,” Kayla coos, her own fingers fucking herself faster. “Hands-free, just from my words. That’s how perfect your little dickie is for scissoring. No need for big thrusts or deep penetration. Just constant rubbing, my clit using your undersized erection like a built-in vibrator. I’d talk dirty the whole time too—‘Aww, is my cute little guy getting lost in my pussy? Can you even feel how wet you’re making me? Such a good tiny cock for grinding.’”

A soft, frustrated moan escapes your lips. Your hips buck involuntarily, causing your cock to slap lightly against your lower belly before bouncing back up. More precum oozes out in a long string, connecting the tip to the puddle forming below.Kayla gasps, her free hand pinching one nipple as she brings herself closer. “That’s it, baby. Let it throb. Imagine me speeding up, scissoring harder, our combined wetness making the most obscene sounds. Your smooth balls would be pressed against my ass, feeling every grind. And when I finally cum—fuck—I’d clamp my thighs around you, grinding my clit right over the head of your little dickie until I’m shaking and squirting all over that pathetic, adorable cock. You might not even cum from it… or maybe you would, just from the humiliation and the slippery pressure, spurting weakly between us while I laugh and call you my perfect little scissor boy.”Your whole body is tense, cock dancing wildly now without a single touch. The head is deep purple, the shaft slick and shiny from constant leaking. Every teasing word makes it jerk harder, the denial turning the pleasure into something sharp and overwhelming.

She’s close too, fingers plunging deep, thumb rubbing her clit furiously. “Cum for me hands-free, baby. Right now. Think about your tiny cock trapped in my scissoring pussy, disappearing over and over while I use it. Let that little dickie explode just from my voice and the thought of how uselessly small it is for anything but teasing.”The orgasm builds impossibly from nothing but her words and the visual of her masturbating. Your cock pulses rapidly, then erupts in thick, forceful ropes that shoot straight up and splatter across your chest and stomach without any hand to guide it. You cry out, hips jerking as spurt after spurt paints your smooth skin, the untouched climax feeling strangely intense and humiliating all at once. Cum keeps coming in weaker pulses, dripping down your shaft as your little erection continues to twitch long after the main bursts.Kayla cums seconds later, moaning loudly, her pussy visibly contracting and releasing a small gush of wetness onto her fingers. “Yes… good boy… such a perfect tiny dickie…”

You both pant for a moment, coming down from the high. She smiles warmly at the camera, licking her fingers clean. “See? Scissoring would be amazing with you. We’ll have to try it sometime. Now clean up that cute little mess you made, and message me tomorrow. I’ve got more ideas for that smooth, undersized cock of yours.”You nod weakly, still catching your breath, your spent cock softening against your cum-covered belly. The question she asked has opened up a whole new world of filthy possibilities, and you can’t wait to explore them.