Fuck Your Mind, Suck My Dick

Cheri had been saving the title for the right mood.

It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t soft. It was exactly what she wanted to say while the camera stayed locked on Manny’s cock and her voice did the rest of the work.

She told him while she was already on her knees one night, his soft cock resting heavy against her cheek.

“Fuck your mind, suck my dick,” she said, looking up at him. “That’s the next one. I talk. You get hard. They forget how to think about anything else.”

Manny’s hand settled in her hair. “You’re feeling mean again.”

“Not mean,” she said, and dragged her tongue slowly up the thick underside. “Just honest. I want their heads empty by the end of it… except for this.”

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 low, steady, and deliberate — the kind of voice that didn’t ask for attention so much as take it.

“Look at it. Soft right now. Heavy. Thick. You’re going to watch it get hard… and while you do, I’m going to fuck your mind. Don’t look away.”

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

“Feel how easy it already is to stare. The weight. The thickness. The way it hangs. Keep looking. That’s the first part of the job.”

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. This is what you’re going to fixate on. Start stroking if you need to. But keep your eyes here.”

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

“Look at the size of it. Look at how it fills his hand. Every time you blink you’re supposed to see this cock again. That’s the point. I’m fucking your mind with it. Keep watching.”

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 thinking about anything else?” she asked, voice tighter. “Or is it just this now? Look at how hard it is. Look at how it’s leaking. This is the only thing that belongs in your head. Suck my dick. Even if you can only do it with your eyes.”

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

“Look at it throb. Look at the precum. Every second you keep staring, the rest of the world gets quieter. That’s me fucking your mind. Stay with the cock. Don’t drift.”

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 lift off and return 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 only thing left in your head should be this cock… and how badly you still want to suck it.”

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

The second the light went off the hypnosis ended and the wanting took over.

Manny pulled her in hard, mouth finding hers in a deep, hungry kiss as he lifted her. Cheri’s legs locked around his waist. He sank into her in one long, complete thrust and held her there, forehead against hers, both of them breathing the same air. Then he started moving — deep, rolling strokes that felt like the only real answer to everything she’d just put in their heads.

Cheri clung to him, arms around his neck, kissing him through every thrust. The first orgasm built low and warm before it spilled over; she moaned into his mouth as her pussy clenched and released around him in wet, rhythmic pulses, fluid spilling down his cock. He fucked her through it without changing pace, and another climax followed, fuller and deeper, leaving her trembling against his chest while he kept kissing her like he had no intention of stopping.

He laid her back on the bed without pulling out, covering her body with his, and kept the same intimate, powerful rhythm — long strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside her. One of his hands laced with hers against the sheets; the other cupped her breast, thumb brushing her nipple. Cheri came again with her face pressed to his neck, her free hand gripping his shoulder, the pleasure rolling through her in thick, soaking waves. He kissed her through it, slow and thorough, and she came once more while he was still moving inside her, softer this time but no less intense.

They rolled so she was on top. Cheri rode him with slow, grinding circles, taking him all the way to the base on every downward push, her hands braced on his chest. Manny’s hands held her hips, thumbs stroking her skin. She leaned down and kissed him deeply while she came, moaning into his mouth as her pussy fluttered and spilled over him. Another orgasm followed while she stayed close like that, their lips barely separating, her body shaking against his.

When he finally pushed deep and stayed there, pulsing inside her with a low groan, Cheri held him through it, kissing him softly, her walls still clenching around him in small aftershocks. They stayed joined, breathing together, foreheads touching.

After a long moment Cheri brushed her lips against his and spoke quietly, voice warm and a little wrecked.

“I told them to let me fuck their minds,” she whispered. “And then to suck your dick. But I’m the one who got to feel it… and I’m the one who still has it inside me.”

She kissed him again, slower, and settled against his chest with no intention of moving — still full of him, still warm, already half-drifting in the quiet that only existed after the camera stopped.