JOI To Worship My Cock

Cheri had the idea while she was still on her knees the night before, licking the last streaks of cum off Manny’s softening cock. She looked up at him, lips shiny, and said, “Next one is pure worship. You’re going to tell them exactly how to stroke while they stare at this cock. I’m going to make sure it’s hard and leaking the whole time so they know what they’re supposed to be worshipping.”

Manny laughed, still catching his breath. “You’re directing again?”

“I’m directing and I’m going to be on my knees the entire time.”

They set up the next evening. One camera locked on his cock from a low angle. A second camera farther back so the viewers could see Cheri’s mouth, her heavy tits, and the way she worked him. Manny sat naked on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. Cheri was already between them in nothing but a thin white tank top yanked down under her breasts and a pair of tiny black shorts she planned to lose the second she got too wet.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his soft cock and lifted it for the lens.

“Look at it,” she murmured, voice low and filthy. “This is what you’re going to worship. Soft right now… but not for long.”

She leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue from his balls all the way up the underside in one long, wet stroke. The cock twitched. She did it again, slower, coating him in saliva until the skin shone under the lights. Then she opened her mouth and took the head between her lips, sucking gently, cheeks hollowing. Manny’s hand settled in her hair with a low groan.

Cheri pulled off with a wet pop and looked straight into the camera while she stroked him.

“You’re going to stroke exactly how I tell you. Slow at first. Just the head. While I get this cock hard for you.”

She took him back into her mouth and started sucking in earnest—long wet pulls, tongue working the underside, one hand stroking what her lips couldn’t reach. The soft cock thickened fast against her tongue. The shaft lengthened. The head flared. Veins rose. Within a minute it was heavy and hard in her fist, the tip already leaking a clear bead of precum.

Cheri pulled off and held the fully hard shaft up for the camera, stroking it slowly so the head swelled even more.

“This is what you worship,” she said, voice thick. “Thick. Heavy. Leaking. Stroke slower. Match my hand.”

She leaned down and licked the underside in long, deliberate strokes, then took just the head into her mouth and suckled hard while her fist pumped the shaft in the same slow rhythm she was ordering the viewers to use. Saliva ran down over her fingers. She didn’t wipe it. She wanted everything wet and shiny for the lens.

Manny’s breathing grew heavier. His cock pulsed against her tongue.

Cheri pulled off again, climbed onto the bed beside him, and guided his head down to her tits.

“Suck,” she ordered. “Get these nipples wet while I keep working this cock for them.”

Manny latched on immediately, sucking one thick nipple deep into his mouth, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. Cheri bent back over his lap and took his cock into her mouth again, the position perfect—her heavy tits pressed against his thigh, his mouth working one nipple while her lips stretched around his shaft. She bobbed deeper now, the wet sounds louder, saliva dripping onto his balls and the sheets. Every few strokes she would pull off completely, stroke him hard and fast with a spit-slick fist, then dive back down and swallow as much as she could.

She spoke around his cock between sucks, voice muffled and filthy.

“Stroke faster now. Match me. Look at how thick it is. Look at how it fills my mouth. This is what you worship. Not your hand. This cock.”

Manny’s free hand reached down and shoved her shorts off her hips. Cheri kicked them away so the camera could see how soaked she was, how her swollen lips glistened. She still didn’t touch herself. Both hands and her mouth stayed on his cock, determined to keep it throbbing and leaking for the entire JOI.

She pulled off once more, panting, and held the shaft up close to the camera while she stroked it in tight, wet twists.

“Look at the head. Look how shiny it is. You’re going to edge with me. Slow down. Just the tip. While I suck.”

She took only the head into her mouth and suckled hard, fist flying over the shaft in short, tight strokes. Her tongue worked the underside of the head in rapid flicks. Manny’s thighs tensed. His breathing turned ragged.

Cheri pulled off with a wet gasp and looked into the camera, still stroking him hard and fast.

“Faster. Stroke like you want to cum. But you don’t get to yet. Not until I say. Watch me take it deep.”

She sank down, throat relaxing around the head, nose brushing the dark curls at his base for a second before she gagged softly and pulled back. Spit ran in thick strings from her lower lip to his cock. She did it again, deeper this time, holding him in her throat while she hummed, the vibration making his hips jerk.

Manny’s hand fisted in her hair. “Fuck, baby—”

Cheri pulled off, stroking him hard, and looked straight into the lens.

“You’re close, aren’t you? So is he. Stroke faster. Match my hand. When I tell you to cum, you cum. Not before.”

She took the head back into her mouth and sucked hard, fist pumping in the same desperate rhythm she was ordering. Her free hand squeezed his balls, rolling them, urging the climax. Manny’s cock swelled even thicker against her tongue for a split second before the first thick pulse hit her mouth.

She moaned in pure satisfaction and kept sucking, milking him through it. Rope after rope of hot cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed some, let the rest spill past her lips and down the shaft so the camera could see the volume. She stroked him through every pulse, tongue working the sensitive head, drawing out more until his hips jerked and he groaned her name.

When the last spurt had faded she pulled off slowly, mouth open, showing the camera the thick white cum still coating her tongue before she swallowed. Then she licked the shaft clean in long, slow, worshipful strokes, taking the head back into her mouth one last time to suck every residual pulse until he was soft and sensitive against her tongue.

Manny collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, the camera still rolling. Cheri stayed on her knees for a moment longer, nuzzling the soft, wet cock, pressing soft open-mouthed kisses along the shaft, then higher, over his balls, then up his stomach. She crawled onto the bed and straddled his lap, her soaked pussy dragging along the length of his spent cock as she leaned down and fed him one heavy breast.

Manny latched on instantly, sucking hard, tongue circling the stiff nipple while his hands gripped her ass and pulled her tighter against him. Cheri rocked her hips slowly, sliding her wet folds up and down the soft shaft, coating him in her slick until he started to thicken again beneath her.

“That’s it,” she whispered, voice still rough from taking him so deep. “Get hard for me again. They already came for this cock. Now it’s my turn.”

She reached between them, wrapped her fingers around the growing length, and guided the head between her lips. She rubbed it up and down her slit, letting it catch on her entrance, teasing herself until she was shaking. Then she sank down in one slow, deliberate motion, taking every thick inch until she was seated fully, stretched and full, her clit pressed against the base of him.

Manny groaned around her nipple, hips already rolling up into her. Cheri started riding him with deep, grinding circles, her heavy tits swaying in his face. He switched from one nipple to the other, sucking hard enough to leave marks, while his hands guided her hips, helping her take him deeper with every drop.

The wet sound of her pussy sliding on his cock filled the room. Cheri leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs, and rode him harder, letting the camera catch every bounce of her tits, every time her soaked folds stretched around his shaft, every filthy drop of her arousal that ran down over his balls.

“Fuck… look at it,” she gasped, staring down between them. “Still so thick. Still so deep. They stroked for this. They edged for this. But only I get to feel it stretch me open.”

Manny sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and flipped them without pulling out. He drove into her hard, burying himself to the hilt with every thrust, the wet slap of skin loud and filthy. Cheri’s legs locked around his waist. Her nails raked down his back. Every time he bottomed out she moaned louder, the sound raw and unrestrained.

He fucked her through one orgasm, then another, never slowing, never pulling all the way out. When she came the second time her pussy clamped down so hard he had to fight to keep moving, grinding deep while she shook and soaked the sheets beneath them.

Only then did he let go. He buried himself to the root and came with a low, guttural groan, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside her. Cheri felt every spurt, felt him throb and fill her until it leaked out around his shaft and ran down over her ass.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside her. Manny finally lifted his head from her breast and kissed her deep and slow, tasting the last traces of himself on her tongue.

Cheri smiled against his mouth, hips giving one last lazy grind.

“They worshipped it on camera,” she whispered. “But I’m the only one who gets to keep it.”

Manny’s answer was another slow, deep thrust, already starting to harden again inside her wet, cum-filled heat.