“I know…” Michelle mused. “Let’s put it to a vote. Who thinks I should put this pretty little lady down, and focus on the desperate man stuck between my legs, instead of showing him up by making his wife cum again?”
The man she referenced, his blonde hair matted down in a lube-soaked mat, with most of his body inextricably stuck inside a male sex toy, held between Michelle's thighs, as a punishment for attempting to pleasure himself, shot both of his hands in to the air, only to immediately drop them back down to catch himself on the realistically styled labia, to prevent himself from slipping into the recesses of the sex toy, dripping as he was with a flavored lubricant. He struggled to prevent himself from sliding between the tight silicone lips that just barely held him in place. Michelle loved the panic on his face as he fought against gravity and a lack of grip, knowing full well the promised penalty if he were to fall into the toy.
“Well that’s one vote for. And how many votes against?” Michelle asked, looking to the tiny, panting, exhausted woman in her right hand.
The redhead in her right hand barely moved, save the rising and falling of her chest and the slight shivering that came from being thoroughly soaked. Her skin was flushed from head to toe, and suffused with her own sweat, Michelle’s saliva, and some remaining honey that Michelle’s tongue and lips had missed in the many, many, many licks and sucking kisses they had delivered over the last few minutes. While she lie, panting in Michelle’s palm, her legs spread wide and her arms submissively at her side, she did manage to elevate her hand just enough to cast a vote in the matter.
“That’s one against.” Michelle said, smiling.
“And two…” She said, holding up her left index finger for the man to see.
“Three…” Her middle finger joined the index.
“Four…” The ring finger followed suit.
“Five…” Her pinky stood at attention.
“And six!” Michelle said, her thumb sticking out. “It looks like the total tally is one vote for playing with the little man, and six for me to keep having fun with this little lady.”
Michelle celebrated the win by bringing the woman back to her face, soaking the tiny woman in an unnecessary and hot breath, accompanied with a gentle moan as Michelle let her tongue roll out in a preview of what was coming. She pressed the tiny woman to her lips, making sure there was enough pressure to elicit a groan from the exhausted woman, before dragging the woman down, slowly, over her tongue. The relatively massive organ left a trail of fresh saliva on her own palm, and absolutely drenched the tiny woman as it passed roughly over her. As Michelle brought the tiny woman near the tip of her tongue, Michelle paid special attention to flick the tip of her tongue between the tiny woman’s legs, letting the tip linger in the tiny woman’s crotch, squirming as vigorously as she could manage. The feeling of the shrunken woman's arms and legs attempting to wrap themselves around her tongue only made Michelle want to go in for another lick, but even as durable as the Tiny Tinder app made her playthings, Michelle knew it was better to draw out the fun. She pulled her tongue up and completely over the shrunken woman.
Michelle let her hand carrying the tiny woman slowly fall away. As she brought the woman away from her mouth, Michelle could feel the drool run down her hand and chin, but she didn't mind. She wiped the excess from her lips and chin with her free hand and hovered it over the struggling man.
"Here you go…" Michelle taunted. "There's probably some of your wife's juices in there."
The fluid dripped from her hand and fingers in inconsistent blobs and drops and strands, coating the silicone lips and the tiny man fighting not to be swallowed down into the artificial pussy. The added effort to avoid the deluge of mixed bodily fluids raining down on him caused the husband's grip on one of the folds of the silicone vagina to fail, with one arm slipping into the pit, and he sunk up to his chest into the toy, barely supported by the other.
"And what did I tell you about keeping your hands where I can see them?" Michelle asked with feigned scorn. "I'm going to have to discipline you for that!"
Her dripping fingers still hovering over him, the tiny husband shook his head in desperate protest, but it didn't stop two of her fingers from slowly descending onto him. Her index and middle finger wiggling in an expression of her own delight, Michelle let her hand linger with her fingers gently in contact with the husband's shoulders.
"Just think…" Michelle mused. "If you had been obedient earlier, and just avoided cumming in here, you'd still be normal sized. Or, at the very least, you wouldn't be in danger of swimming in your own spunk."
Michelle let the tiny man attempt to clutch at her fingers. In his panic, he failed to grasp the fluids coating them made each digit almost as slippery as the prison he attempted to keep himself out of. Michelle enjoyed the feeling of his hand sliding down her fingers to the tip, only to slip off entirely and try again in a desperate gambit. In the end, his efforts only served to stall the inevitable.
"Now use this time to think about what I'm doing to your wife while you're trying not to drown in your own cum…" Michelle said, knowing full well the shrinking effects of the app wouldn't allow him to drown.
With no further delay, she firmly, but slowly, pushed the shrunken man deep into the sex toy, and was immediately rewarded with a brief, squeaking scream, followed by the squelching of all the fluids, semen, spit, lube, sweat, and even a bit of quim from his wife's pussy moved around as the husband was crammed into the sex toy.
Michelle loved the feeling of the inside of the sex toy, having spent more than a few hours contemplating what it must be like to have a penis and to feel the ribs and nobs and flanges built into the shaft of the silicone sleeve pushing and pulling at her imagined dick. So when she got the opportunity to subject someone else to it, she wanted to ensure they got the full experience.
Michelle's fingers didn't quite grip the tiny man, but they did manage to push him down, roughly against the many-textured walls of the toy, then pull him back up. She could feel his body writhe as she forced it back down into the cool, gooey pool that he himself had left about twenty minutes prior, then back up through a gauntlet of different protrusions and textures. Every stroke of her fingers also resulted in a deeply satisfying squelch of mixed bodily fluids reaching her ears as her fingers could feel the thick goop that she had buried the tiny husband in move with her finger's every quiver. Even when she felt him slip down into the bottom of the pleasure tube, Michelle didn't let up, continuing to knead her fingers after him and prevent him from ever growing accustomed to the constant assault of her fingertips.
"While he's busy contemplating his misdeeds…" Michelle said to the wife in her hand. "You're going to help me out and give him an image to jerk off to later."
The wife had recovered her breath, and though still tiny, soaked, and tired, she had watched with eager intent, her hands hanging onto Michelle's fingers like railings at a concert, as Michelle abused her husband in the depths of the sex toy he'd enjoyed earlier in the evening. The wife looked up at Michelle, a mix of awe, lust, enthusiasm, and fear on her face, and nodded furiously.
It was all the confirmation Michelle needed to bring the tiny woman down between her legs. She had been playing with her tinies for hours, and as much as she tried to project an aura of aloof detachment to her games, antagonizing the husband while forcing him to watch her pleasure his wife had been more arousing that Michelle had let on and she was already very eager to get herself off.
The little wife seemed just as eager, as Michelle rubbed the shrunken woman's form up and down her meticulously shaved snatch, the tiny woman did her best to help provide stimulation. It didn’t matter to Michelle that the tiny woman’s limbs weren’t very effective, at least nowhere near as effective as some of Michelle’s mechanical toys, the feeling of someone shrunken and helpless against her sex was more than enough to help Michelle get off.
Still, it wasn’t an instant process. Michelle’s left hand continued to torment the husband deep inside the artificial vagina, it felt like he had given up fighting against her fingers, which allowed her even better control in bullying him deep in the goo-filled crevice. Her right hand introduced the wife inside herself and began to help her in and out along with Michelle’s own fingers. Before long, Michelle abandoned the husband to the depths of the sex toy and used both hands to pleasure herself. Even though she felt the tiny wife lose the enthusiasm that she’d had as she was first shoved into Michelle’s pussy, Michelle continued, and when the orgasm hit, she felt her back tense up into an almost painful arch. The orgasm was relatively swift, but powerful enough to cause Michelle to have to muffle her own squeaking cries.
Michelle was quick to pull the wife from her nethers, and wasted no time in bringing the wife over her mouth. Her orgasm has left the wife soaked in even more juices, and in fact she had spilled some of it into the sex toy adding to the soup the husband was soaking in. Michelle dangled the even more exhausted woman over her lips and lowered her slowly down toward her mouth, gently sucking some of the excess cum from the shrunken woman and tenderly licking her, if not clean, at least cleaner.
“You look lovely, dear…” Michelle said. “But I think it’s time you spent some time with your husband. Be sure to fuck him really good.”
The shrunken woman didn’t respond, but Michelle didn’t need her to. Michelle brought her down to the sex toy that contained her husband and immediately shoved her in. It took a bit of effort, blindly guiding the wife into the tight, sticky, and claustrophobic environment with her slick fingers. After many minutes of fiddling, Michelle was satisfied that the couple were firmly locked in each other’s embrace. She even felt the beginnings of one of them, she really couldn’t tell which one, beginning to grind their hips at the other.
Michelle pulled out her fingers and smiled. The couple was one of Michelle’s favorite clients, and were always willing to try new things. Having them both be tiny at her mercy was a new one, but it was one that Michelle could tell they’d request again and again, and she’d happily oblige. Michelle grabbed a specially formed dildo from the side of the bed and pushed the purple pussy rocket into the silicone pocket. The dildo pressed the couple into each other and forced them into a tight, tight embrace between the walls of the artificial vagina and the artificial penis.
“You two enjoy the night…” Michelle said to her clients through layers of plastic, silicone, and bodily fluids. “When the morning comes, we’ll unshrink you, and talk about next time…”