"Don't lick it, I want you to wait for it to drip into your mouth. You love turning me on, don't you?" I say as you moan underneath me. My thighs are on either side of your face, my own lips are inches from your cock, and you can breathe in the scent of my juices stronger and stronger.
I gently trace my finger around your groin and the insides of your thighs, and for some reason, a part of me keeps wondering how good it would feel, how horny I would become if, instead of taking your cock in my mouth, I ran my fingers over your length, cupped your balls in my palm, and squeeze.
The thought of it excites me, and I slowly run my fingers across your skin, finding the sensitive folds of your scrotum.
You moan even louder now, and I can feel your warm breath so close to my clit. But that's not what turns me on. What makes me start to get wet is the feeling of your balls in my palm, in the moments right before I close my palm into a tight fist and squeeze.
Feeling the warmth of you in my palm, and the yelp of pain escaping your lips as I squeeze makes me giggle. I can almost picture the sharp stab of pain that must have shot up your spine when I did that. God, this feels so good. Now I'm really starting to enjoy myself.
And I love how you're whimpering now, inches from my pussy, intoxicated by the dual sensations of pain and pleasure.
When you're able to speak again, a tremor in your voice, you gasp "You're really enjoying this, aren't you...?".
"I am" I giggle in response, and your reply is cut short when I squeeze your balls even harder. I can feel myself starting to get wet, a fresh string of juice trickling out of my lips and onto the insides of my thighs. Yes, I think this is just the beginning...I could enjoy myself so much more. If only I had...
I look around, searching for my urethra stretcher. It's on the nightstand, and I pick it up, examining the glint of metal against the warm yellow light of the room.
"What are you doing...?" I hear you ask weakly, but I ignore the question. With careful deliberation, I slowly start massaging the stretcher into the slit of your urethra, thoroughly enjoying your reaction, the way you feel it stretching you out inside.
You're loving this, aren't you? Despite the pain...or maybe because of it. Loving the contrast between the warmth of my fingers and the cool metallic surface of the stretcher. I can sense you want me to push it deeper in, but not yet...
I slowly pull the stretcher out and lubricate it with hot sauce, feeling some of the sauce drip onto my fingers. This time, when I reinsert it, I can feel you jerk against me as the slow burn of the hot sauce rushes up your length. You start to scream, but your reaction makes me so aroused, a few droplets of my juice drip onto your lips, trickling down your cheeks on either side before you can lap it all up with your hungry, eager tongue.
I laugh out loud, this is so perfect, your suffering, your inability to refuse, the way you struggle in vain to make me stop, and moan with pleasure at the same time.
I start stroking your hard, throbbing cock - - slow, deliberate strokes, squeezing out precum, as I start plunging the urethra stretcher in and out of your slit, going deeper with every thrust.
You're going to cum, aren't you? Yes you are, I can feel how your cock is swelling up with cum, I know you're getting ready to explode all over my hands...almost there...
And I stop stroking, withdraw the stretcher completely, and let go of your cock.
I lift myself off you, the sight of your cock throbbing uselessly between your legs, hot sauce leaking out of the tip, makes me laugh maniacally, almost as loud as your frustrated moans.
That's all for now.