Nightly Jacking Off My Big Dick

Cheri came up with the concept while they were already in bed one night, the lights low, Manny’s cock heavy and half-hard against her thigh. She had been thinking about the quieter, more intimate side of his content—the kind of video that felt like catching him in a private moment rather than a performance. A nightly ritual. Just him, late, stroking that thick cock the way he did when he thought no one was watching, except the camera would be watching, and so would everyone else.

She whispered the idea against his neck. “Nightly jacking off. Soft lighting. Slow. Like you’re doing it for yourself before sleep… but you’re really doing it for them. And for me.” By the next evening she had the camera set low at the foot of the bed, the room dim, the sheets already turned down. She stripped completely, already wet from the planning, and stood naked behind the camera with two fingers slowly circling her clit while she watched the monitor. Manny sat where she told him, legs spread, soft thick cock resting heavy against one full ball.

Her voice came through the mic low, soft, and intimate—like she was speaking only to the person on the other side of the screen.

“It’s late. The house is quiet. You’re alone with this cock. Don’t look away from it. Keep your eyes right there. Soft right now… heavy… the way it always is at night before it gets hard. You’re going to watch it grow. You’re going to stroke with it. And when it cums, you’re going to feel like you came with it.”

Manny’s eyes stayed fixed on her naked body just out of frame. Cheri kept fingering herself in slow, wet circles as she spoke, voice rhythmic and calm.

“Feel how quiet everything else becomes. The only thing that matters is this cock. Soft right now… but it’s going to get hard while you watch. And while it hardens, your hand is going to move. Slow at first. Like you’re in bed alone, doing what you always do at night. Matching the rhythm of this big dick. This is your nightly jacking off. You’re not allowed to rush it.”

She reached over and paused the recording. The red light died. Instantly she stepped between his legs, dropped to her knees, and took the soft head into her mouth. She sucked gently, wet and warm, while her free hand stroked the shaft with long, loving pulls. The cock thickened fast against her tongue. She pulled off, spit a thick trail onto the head, and rubbed her soft, heavy tits up and down the growing length, smothering it between them. Then she turned, lowered herself, and dragged her dripping pussy lips slowly along the underside of his shaft, coating him from base to tip. She even pressed her soft ass cheeks around the base and rolled her hips so he felt the warm cleft of her ass sliding over the thickest part. When he was fully hard and leaking she stood, wiped her mouth, and stepped back behind the camera, already trembling.

She hit record again.

“Look at it now,” she murmured, voice still soft while her fingers slid back inside herself. “Hard. Thick. Veiny. The way it always gets at night when it’s ready to be stroked. That head is already shiny. Your hand should be moving. Slow. Steady. Matching the pulse you see. This is nightly jacking off. You’re not allowed to speed up yet. Just watch this big dick and stroke the same way.”

She paused the camera again. This time she crawled between his legs and took him deep, throat working around the head while she stroked what she couldn’t fit. She pulled off with a wet gasp, turned around, and backed up until the thick shaft nestled in the cleft of her ass. She ground slowly, letting him feel the soft heat of her cheeks, then reached back and guided the head to her dripping entrance, rubbing it up and down her folds without letting him inside. She used her hand to stroke him at the same time until his hips were twitching. Only then did she stop, stand, and return behind the camera, three fingers already pushing deep inside herself.

Record.

“Faster now,” she said, voice lower. “Stroke the way this cock wants to be stroked. Look at how hard it is. Look at how much it’s leaking. You’re getting close. So is he. This is the part of the night when you stop holding back. Keep your eyes on this big dick. Keep stroking. You’re going to cum when it does. Not before. Not after. With it.”

She paused once more. This time she climbed onto the bed, straddled his thighs facing him, and pressed her soaked pussy against the underside of his cock. She ground along the full length while she leaned forward and fed him her tits. Manny sucked hard on one nipple, then the other, while Cheri kept sliding her wet folds up and down his shaft, coating him completely. When she finally pulled away both of them were breathing hard. She returned behind the camera, legs shiny, fingers working inside herself as she spoke.

“You’re right there,” she whispered. “So is this cock. Look at it throb. Look at the way the head flares. Stroke faster. Don’t stop. When it cums, you cum. Empty your balls while you watch this big dick empty its own. Now. Cum with it.”

She watched the monitor for a long moment as Manny’s cock pulsed and thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach, then reached over and stopped the recording completely. The red light died.

Cheri climbed onto the bed and straddled him without another word. She wrapped her fingers around the thick, cum-slick shaft, rubbed the flared head up and down her swollen, dripping folds until it was coated, then sank down in one slow, deliberate push. The fat head stretched her open; every thick inch forced its way inside until she was fully seated, her clit crushed hard against the base of him, her walls stretched tight around the veiny girth. Manny’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. She started riding him with deep, grinding circles, her heavy tits bouncing and swaying in his face. He latched onto one stiff nipple and sucked hard, teeth grazing, tongue flicking, while she rolled her hips and let the thick shaft drag against every sensitive place inside her.

The first orgasm hit like a punch. Her pussy clamped down in hard, rhythmic spasms and a sudden powerful jet of clear fluid sprayed out around his cock, soaking his thighs and the sheets in a warm, messy rush. She didn’t stop. She kept grinding through it, using the aftershocks to push herself higher, and the second orgasm crashed over her almost immediately—harder, wetter—another thick spray pulsing out and running down his balls in sticky rivulets while she cried out and kept moving, her walls fluttering and milking him.

Manny sat up, wrapped both arms around her, and fucked up into her with short, brutal thrusts that made her tits slap against his face. Cheri’s third orgasm tore through her with a broken moan; her walls locked and fluttered, and a third strong squirt soaked them both, the fluid warm and messy as it ran down between their bodies and pooled on the sheets. She kept riding, rolling her hips, taking every thick inch to the root, her clit rubbing relentlessly against him. The fourth came while she was leaning back, hands braced on his thighs, tits thrust forward and bouncing hard; the spray was even stronger this time, wetting his stomach and dripping off his balls onto the already-soaked sheets in long, glistening strands.

He flipped her onto her back without pulling out and drove into her deep and relentless, one hand sliding between them to rub tight, fast circles over her swollen, slick clit. Cheri’s fifth orgasm locked her entire body; her thighs shook violently and she squirted again in hard, repeated pulses, the fluid spraying out with every grind of his cock against that perfect spot until her voice broke into soft, continuous whimpers and her pussy kept convulsing around him. She was still trembling when the sixth orgasm hit—longer, deeper, a powerful continuous rush that soaked his legs completely and left her gasping and shaking beneath him, more warm liquid still pulsing out around his shaft as the last waves rolled through her in long, helpless spasms, her cunt still fluttering and dripping.

Only then did Manny pull out. The thick, glistening cock slapped against her belly. He straddled her hips, stroked himself hard and fast over her stomach, and came with a low, guttural groan. Thick ropes of hot cum striped across her soft belly in heavy, sticky lines; more landed on the underside of her breasts and ran down the sides of her waist. He kept stroking through every pulse, milking the last drops onto her skin until his cock was spent and twitching, the final beads dripping onto the mess already covering her.

Cheri lay there breathing hard, belly painted with his cum, thighs dripping with her own, completely wrecked and glowing. Manny leaned down and kissed her slow and deep, tasting the salt of her skin and the last traces of her arousal.

She smiled against his mouth, voice soft and blissful, still shaky from the orgasms.

“God… that cock makes everything else disappear. I could live on this feeling alone.”