Do You Swing a Big Mighty Cock or a Nubby Little Dick?

Cheri had been turning the question over in her head all day.

It was simple. Direct. A little cruel. She liked it.

She brought it up while Manny was still soft in her hand, her thumb drifting slowly along the thick underside of him.

“Do you swing a big mighty cock…” she said, voice thoughtful, “…or a nubby little dick?”

Manny’s cock twitched against her palm. She smiled.

“That’s the next one. Make them answer it while they stare at yours.”

That evening she set the camera low and tight, framed so nothing existed except the full length of him. Soft lighting. She stripped completely, already wet from the idea, and stood naked behind the camera with three fingers slowly working in and out of her soaked pussy while she watched the monitor. Manny sat where she told him, legs spread, soft thick cock hanging heavy and full between his thighs.

Her voice came through the mic low, calm, and deliberate.

“Look at it. Soft right now. Heavy. Thick. This is what a big mighty cock looks like when it’s just hanging there. Don’t look away. You’re going to answer a question while you stare.”

Manny’s eyes stayed fixed on her naked body just out of frame. Cheri’s fingers made soft, wet sounds as she spoke.

“Do you swing a big mighty cock… or a nubby little dick? Keep looking at this one while you decide.”

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. Mighty. This is the big one. Keep staring. And answer the question.”

On camera, Manny’s cock stood thick and heavy, the head already glistening. Cheri’s voice stayed calm and steady.

“Do you swing a big mighty cock like this… or a nubby little dick that disappears in a hand? Look at the size of it. Look at the weight. Look at how it fills the frame. Keep your eyes on the real thing while you decide which one you are.”

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.

“Say it while you look,” she said, voice lower. “Big mighty cock… or nubby little dick. There’s no in-between when you’re staring at this. Keep watching. Keep comparing. Feel how obvious the answer is.”

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.

“Look at it. Hard. Throbbing. Mighty. This is the one that answers the question for you. Keep your eyes on it.”

She let the camera run a little longer on the thick, glistening cock, then reached over and stopped the recording completely. The red light died.

Cheri didn’t speak. She climbed onto the bed, pushed Manny onto his back, and straddled his face first—lowering her soaked, dripping pussy onto his mouth so he could taste how wet the directing had made her. She ground against his tongue with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, one hand reaching back to stroke his thick, spit-slick cock while he licked her. Only when her thighs started to shake did she lift off, turn, and sink down onto him in one long, greedy push.

The fat head stretched her open. Every thick inch forced its way inside until she was fully seated, her clit crushed against the base of him, her walls stretched tight around the veiny girth. She stayed still for a moment, just breathing, feeling how completely she was filled. Then she started to ride—deep, grinding circles at first, then harder, faster, her heavy tits bouncing with every drop of her hips.

Manny’s hands gripped her waist. He thrust up to meet her. The wet sound of her pussy taking him filled the room.

The first orgasm hit hard and sudden. Her pussy clamped down and a powerful jet of fluid sprayed out around his cock, soaking his stomach and the sheets. She didn’t stop. She kept riding through it, using the aftershocks to drive herself higher, and the second orgasm crashed over her almost immediately—wetter, sharper—another heavy gush pulsing out while she moaned and kept moving.

He sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and fucked up into her with short, brutal strokes. Cheri’s third orgasm tore through her with a broken cry; she squirted hard, the fluid spraying across his abs and running down over his balls. She kept taking him, rolling her hips, grinding her clit against him. The fourth came while she was leaning back, hands braced on his thighs, tits thrust forward—another long, messy rush that left them both glistening.

Manny flipped her onto her back without pulling out and drove into her deep and relentless, one hand pinned her wrist to the bed while the other rubbed tight, fast circles over her swollen clit. Cheri’s fifth orgasm locked her body; she came with a shuddering cry, squirting in hard, repeated pulses around his cock until her voice broke. She was still shaking when the sixth hit—longer, deeper, almost continuous—a powerful rush that soaked the sheets beneath them and left her gasping, twitching, and dripping as the last waves rolled through her.

Only then did Manny pull out. He stroked his thick, glistening cock over her open mouth and came hard, thick ropes striping her tongue, her lips, and her cheeks. Cheri opened wider and took the last pulses onto her tongue, swallowing what she could while the rest ran down her chin.

She lay there wrecked, breathing hard, face and thighs shining. Manny leaned down and kissed her slow and deep, tasting himself on her tongue.

She smiled against his mouth, voice soft, rough, and deeply satisfied.

“I made them answer the question while they stared… and I already knew which one I wanted buried in me.”