A New Poll

The upscale café downtown buzzed with lunchtime chatter, but the tension at Cheri and Brianna’s corner table was thick enough to **** on. Cheri had treated her daughter to a nice lunch avocado toast, fresh salads, and iced teas to try smoothing things over after the pool day disaster. At 53, Cheri looked every bit the confident, voluptuous matriarch in a low-cut sundress that hugged her massive double-D tits and wide hips. Brianna, 21 and still reeling, poked at her food with a fork, her expression stormy.

“Honey, I need to tell you something,” Cheri started carefully, her scientist’s mind calculating every reaction. “Ansley and Maddy… they got your father’s number off your phone. They’ve been texting him. Nudes. Very explicit ones. And they’re propositioning him for a threesome. On camera, even. They want to film it in the studio.”

Brianna’s fork clattered onto her plate. Her face twisted in disgust, cheeks flushing crimson. “What the actual fuck, Mom? Those are my roommates! They swam in our pool, lounged in our backyard like it was nothing, and now they’re trying to fuck Dad? That’s sick. Disgusting.” She wasn’t entirely shocked though—her voice carried the weary resignation of someone who’d already seen too much. “But I’m not surprised. Not after you let them do that stupid impromptu photo shoot with his dick out. You basically waved raw meat in front of two hungry dogs. Dad will do just about anything for you or me if we ask. This is your fault, Mom. You started this whole porn thing. You turned him into ‘Hung Coach Manny.’ Now my friends want to ride him like some prize bull. God, I feel nauseous.”

Cheri reached across the table, but Brianna pulled back. “I know it’s complicated, sweetheart. The money has been life-changing. But I’m not sharing your father. Those girls crossed a line.” Inside, though, Cheri felt that familiar twisted heat—the same rush she got reading the filthiest comments on Manny’s videos. The idea of young, tight college bodies begging for her husband’s monster cock made her thighs clench, even as her maternal jealousy burned.

Brianna stood abruptly. “I need to talk to them. This is beyond fucked up.” She left most of her lunch untouched, hugging Cheri stiffly before heading out. Cheri sat alone for a moment, sipping her tea, her pussy already damp against the sundress. The conflict felt like premium fuel for tonight’s private session.

That evening, the backyard studio glowed under professional ring lights. Manny stood naked in the center, his athletic 5’9” body already oiled and glistening every cut of his abs, every ridge of muscle shining. His thick 8-inch cock hung heavy between his muscular thighs, already half-hard from anticipation. Cheri, wearing nothing but a tiny sheer robe that did nothing to hide her massive tits or dripping slit, directed from behind the main cameras like the horny scientist she was.

“Alright, baby. Naked workout time for the fans,” she purred, voice husky. “Start with push-ups. Slow and deep. Let that big cock swing and drag against the mat. Viewers love seeing it leak while you work.”

Manny dropped down, pumping out perfect push-ups. His heavy dick swayed pendulously with each rep, occasionally brushing the floor and leaving faint pre-cum streaks. Cheri zoomed in with one camera, her free hand slipping between her thighs to rub her swollen clit. “Good boy. Now squats. Wide stance. I want that ass flexing and that fat cock flopping up against your abs on every rise. Tell the camera how full your balls feel after edging all day.”

Manny obeyed, voice low and gravelly for the lens. “Fuck… been thinking about draining these heavy loads all afternoon. Squat after squat, cock getting harder…” His shaft thickened visibly, rising to full, veiny glory massive purple head flaring, a thick bead of pre-cum dripping down the shaft as he powered through the set.

Cheri moaned openly, two fingers buried in her cunt. “Now planks. Hold it. Hips low. Let the camera see that monster hanging down, throbbing. Fans, stroke yourselves in time with his breathing.”

The workout stretched for nearly forty minutes—pull-ups where his cock slapped his thighs, lunges that made his balls swing obscenely, and core work where he lay back, legs spread, stroking himself slowly between reps while describing every filthy detail. Cheri directed every angle, her robe discarded, massive tits bouncing as she fingered herself to the edge.

“Perfect, my pornstar husband. Now for the finale. Grab the GoPro.”

Manny mounted the small action camera on a flexible stand right at cock height. Cheri dropped to her knees in front of him, eyes locked on the lens. She started the GoPro recording, then attacked his throbbing cock with pure hunger. Her full lips stretched wide around the fat head, sucking sloppily as she bobbed deeper. Thick strands of saliva poured down her chin onto her heaving tits. She gagged herself deliberately, throat bulging as she took him to the root, nose pressed against his pelvis.

“Fuck yes, baby—**** on it for the fans,” Manny groaned, filming the close-up of his wife’s face getting fucked. Cheri hummed around his shaft, one hand twisting the base while the other massaged his heavy balls. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to the glistening head, then dove back in faster, messier, her massive tits jiggling with every deepthroat motion.

The GoPro captured everything in raw, POV glory: her mascara running, spit everywhere, the way her throat convulsed around his girth. Manny’s hips bucked gently, fucking her face while she moaned like a whore. Cheri popped off again, stroking him furiously. “Cum for me, baby. Paint the camera. Give the fans a sticky goodbye.”

Manny roared. His cock erupted in powerful jets, thick ropes of hot cum blasting directly onto the GoPro lens—splattering the screen in heavy white streaks that dripped down as he kept pumping. Some landed on Cheri’s tongue and tits. She milked every drop, then licked the lens clean with long, filthy swipes of her tongue, smiling up at the camera.

Cut.

Cheri uploaded both videos immediately—the naked workout and the intense GoPro blowjob facial. Within minutes, the comments exploded. She sat at the editing desk, still naked and dripping, scrolling with one hand while the other lazily rubbed her clit.

The usual flood of praise poured in: “Fuck that workout made me edge for an hour,” “Best cumshot on lens ever,” “Mommy Cheri sucking like a pro.” Then Ansley’s verified fan account popped up, bold as brass.

AnsleyFan21: Okay Hung Coach Manny fam—who thinks we should run a proper poll? Top bidders or random drawing gets a chance to ride this shaft in the studio? I’d pay serious money to bounce on that fat head popping inside me What do you all think? Bids? Raffle? Let’s make it happen!

The comments detonated.

“HELL YES! put me in the drawing!”

“I’d bid $5000 to get fucked by that monster on camera.”

“Ansley you legend make it a fan contest!”

“Married cock but I don’t care, I need it stretching me.”

“Winner gets creampie rights? Sign me up.”

Dozens more flooded in, increasingly filthy women and several men describing how they’d deepthroat him, ride him reverse, let him fuck their tits, even take him in the ass while Cheri watched. Cheri’s breath grew ragged. She wasn’t okay with actually sharing Manny. The thought of another woman’s pussy gripping her husband’s cock made her chest tight with jealousy. But reading the wild, sex-crazed replies… fuck, it turned her on. Her fingers plunged deeper into her soaked cunt as she scrolled, imagining the hunger, the desperation for the dick she owned.

“Mmm, they all want you so bad, baby,” she whispered, eyes glassy with lust. “But you’re mine.”

Manny walked in from the shower, towel around his waist. Cheri stood, letting the robe drop completely, her voluptuous body on full display tits heavy and nipples stiff, pussy glistening down her thighs. She pushed him onto the performance bed and climbed over him like a woman starved.

“Those comments got me so fucking wet,” she confessed, kissing him deeply, tongue sliding against his. “All those sluts begging for your cock… but I’m the one who gets to ride it every night.”

She slid down his body and took him into her mouth again, still tasting faintly of his earlier load. She sucked him back to full hardness with long, loving strokes—swirling her tongue around the head, then deepthroating until her nose pressed against his pelvis. Manny groaned, hands in her silver-black hair.

Cheri mounted him reverse cowgirl first, sinking down onto his thick shaft with a long, satisfied moan. Her ass cheeks spread wide as she took every inch, bottoming out with a wet squelch. She began riding hard bouncing with powerful slams that made her massive tits flop heavily, ass rippling against his thighs. The angle let his fat cockhead hammer her G-spot relentlessly. Her first shattering orgasm built fast. Cheri leaned forward, hands on his knees, grinding and bouncing faster until her pussy clamped down like a vice. A powerful gush of squirt sprayed out around his shaft, soaking his balls and the bed as her walls fluttered and milked him in rhythmic spasms. She screamed, body shaking violently through the peak.

Without pause, she spun around to face him, planting her hands on his chest and slamming down even harder. Manny sucked one of her bouncing nipples into his mouth, biting gently while she rode. The second orgasm crashed through her moments later deeper, more intense. Her cunt convulsed wildly, another hot flood of girl-cum gushing down his cock as she wailed, eyes rolling back, thighs trembling uncontrollably.

Manny flipped her onto her back, pushing her legs wide and high in a deep mating press. He drove into her with long, brutal strokes pulling nearly out before slamming balls-deep, grinding his pelvis against her clit. Cheri’s huge tits bounced wildly with every punishing thrust. The third orgasm tore through her like fire her inner walls squeezing and releasing in frantic pulses while she squirted hard, spraying across his abs and chest. She clawed at his back, screaming his name as pleasure overwhelmed her.

He shifted to spooning, lifting one leg high and sliding back in from behind. The intimate angle let him grind deep and slow at first, then build to savage speed. One hand pinched her nipples while the other rubbed her clit in fast circles. The fourth orgasm exploded long rolling waves that made her entire body jerk and convulse, pussy gushing repeatedly around his pistoning cock as she moaned brokenly into the pillow.

Manny moved her into prone bone, chest pressed to her back, cock spearing downward into her soaked depths. He wrapped one arm around her throat possessively and hammered her. Cheri pushed her ass back to meet every thrust, moaning filthily about the comments, the fans, how they all wanted what only she could have. The fifth orgasm shattered her, her pussy fluttering wildly, squirting in powerful jets that soaked the sheets while her body trembled beneath him.

For the finale, he pulled out and had her kneel. Cheri pushed her cum-drenched tits together as he stroked his glistening cock furiously over them. “Cover me, baby. Mark ME.”

Manny roared and unloaded thick, endless ropes of hot cum blasting across her massive breasts, neck, and hard nipples until they gleamed with his load. Cheri scooped some up and sucked it off her fingers, purring in satisfaction.

They collapsed together, bodies sticky and spent, kissing lazily. The studio thrived. The fans hungered. But every night, Manny’s cock and every orgasm belonged to Cheri.