Don’t You Want to Touch My Cock

Cheri had been thinking about the ache of not being allowed to touch.

The way a cock could sit there—hard, heavy, leaking—and the only thing the person watching could do was look. She wanted to lean into that frustration. Make it deliberate. Make the wanting sharper.

She brought it up while she was already stroking him one night, slow and tight, her thumb spreading the precum over the head.

“Don’t you want to touch my cock,” she said, almost to herself. Then she looked up at him. “That’s the title. I talk. You stroke. They sit there wishing they could reach through the screen.”

Manny’s hips flexed into her hand. “You’re mean tonight.”

“A little,” she said, and squeezed him. “They’ll like it.”

That evening she set the camera low and tight, framed so nothing existed except the full length of him. Soft lighting. She stripped completely and stood naked behind the camera, two fingers already moving between her legs while she checked the monitor. Manny sat where she told him, legs spread, soft thick cock hanging heavy.

Her voice came through the mic quiet, low, and just a little teasing.

“Look at it. Soft right now. Heavy. Thick. Don’t you want to touch it already? Keep looking. You’re not allowed to. Not yet.”

Manny kept his eyes on her. Cheri’s fingers circled her clit as she spoke.

“Feel that little itch in your hands? That’s the point. Stay with it.”

She paused the recording.

The second the light went off she was on her knees. She took his soft cock into her mouth and sucked it wet and slow, working him with both hands until he thickened against her tongue. She pulled off, spit a thick strand onto the head, and stroked him to full hardness with long, deliberate pulls. Then she stood, wiped her mouth, and went back behind the camera, thighs already shiny.

She hit record again.

“There,” she said, a little breathless. “Hard. Thick. Veins standing out. The head’s already shiny. Don’t you want to touch my cock? Look at how heavy it is. Look at how it would fill your hand. You’re just going to watch.”

On camera, Manny’s fist closed around his shaft and started stroking with steady pulls. Cheri’s voice stayed low and focused.

“See that? That’s what it looks like when someone gets to touch it. You don’t. You just get to look. Keep watching. Keep wanting it.”

She paused again. This time she climbed onto the bed, straddled his thighs, and dragged her soaked pussy along the underside of his cock while he continued stroking above her. She ground against him until she was slick and shaking, then lifted off and returned to the camera.

Record.

“Still watching?” she asked, voice tighter. “Still wishing you could put your hands on it? Look at how hard it is now. Look at the way it’s leaking. Don’t you want to touch my cock? Too bad. Keep your hands on yourself and your eyes on this.”

Manny’s strokes grew longer and firmer. The thick cock glistened. Cheri’s fingers worked deeper between her legs, matching the rhythm.

“Faster,” she murmured. “He’s not stopping. Neither should you. But you’re still not touching this one. You’re only looking. Feel how much that bothers you.”

She paused one last time, long enough to sink down onto him in one wet slide and ride him for several deep, grinding thrusts while she kissed him, then lifted off and returned behind the camera dripping.

“Last part,” she said, voice rough. “He’s close. You should be close too. When he cums, you cum. And the whole time you’ll still be wishing you’d been the one touching it.”

She let the camera run while Manny stroked harder, the thick shaft dark and throbbing, until her own thighs were shaking. Then she stopped the recording.

The second the light went off she was on him.

Manny sat up, grabbed her under the ass, and stood, lifting her with him. Cheri’s legs locked around his waist as he lowered her onto his cock. He started thrusting up into her in steady, powerful strokes, hands gripping her ass, using her weight to drive himself deeper. Each upward snap of his hips forced a wet sound from between her legs. Cheri clung to his shoulders, face pressed to his neck, as her orgasm hit hard—her pussy clenched and a heavy spray of fluid gushed out around his cock, running down his balls. He kept thrusting through it, and another climax followed while he was still holding her, her thighs shaking, more wetness spilling between them.

He carried her to the bed and laid her on her back without pulling out. His thrusts became longer and deeper, hips rolling so the thick head dragged against her front wall on every stroke. Cheri’s hands gripped his shoulders as her body arched; her orgasm rolled through her in a long, shuddering wave, pussy fluttering and spilling around him. He kept the same rhythm and she came again, wetter, legs trembling against his sides.

He rolled them so she was on top. Cheri rode him with deep, grinding circles, taking him to the base on every downward push. Manny’s hands guided her waist. She came while leaning forward to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as her pussy clenched and released in pulsing waves. Another climax followed while she was still grinding, her whole body shaking.

Manny flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and thrust back into her from behind. His strokes were harder, deeper, one hand reaching under to rub her clit. Cheri’s face pressed into the sheets as she came, thighs trembling, fluid running down her legs. He kept thrusting and rubbing and she came again, voice breaking into soft, continuous whimpers.

He turned her onto her side, lifted her top leg, and fucked her with long, steady strokes while his fingers worked her clit. Cheri’s orgasm built and broke in a shaking wave, pussy spasming around him. Another followed close behind, leaving her panting and leaking.

When he finally rolled onto his back, Cheri was already sliding down his body, eyes glassy, thighs still twitching.

“My pussy is spasming too much,” she said, voice wrecked. “Just let me suck you dry.”

She took his shiny, throbbing cock into her mouth and sucked with deep, devoted strokes, working him with both hands and her throat. Spit ran down over his balls. Manny’s hand settled in her hair. His hips flexed.

He came with a low groan, pulsing thick ropes down her throat. Cheri swallowed around him, sucking and stroking until she had taken every drop and his cock began to soften on her tongue.

She pulled off slowly, kissed the head, and rested her cheek against his thigh, breathing hard, lips shiny, completely spent.

Manny’s fingers stroked through her hair.

Cheri closed her eyes, still tasting him, still feeling the aftershocks that had left her legs useless.