Fuck Your Mind, Suck My Dick

The camera was locked low and tight on Manny’s lap. Nothing else existed in the frame—only his thick soft cock resting heavy against one full ball, the dark curls, the slow rise and fall of his breathing. Cheri stood completely naked behind the camera, legs already parted, two fingers slowly circling her clit as she watched the monitor.

Her voice came through the mic low, soft, and steady—almost gentle.

“Listen carefully to my voice. Don’t look away from that cock. Your eyes are already locked on it. You couldn’t look away even if you tried. The longer you stare, the heavier your eyelids feel… but you keep them open. You have to keep watching. That’s good. That’s very good.”

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 your mind is starting to open. Every word I say sinks deeper. Your thoughts are getting quieter. The only thing that matters is the cock on the screen. Soft right now… but it’s going to get hard while you watch. And while it hardens, I’m going to fuck your mind. Deeper and deeper with every breath you take.”

She paused for a long, deliberate moment, letting the silence stretch while the camera stayed locked on the soft, heavy cock.

“You can already feel the first little pull in the back of your throat. That empty, hungry feeling. It grows stronger every time you look at this cock. You want to suck it. You need to suck it. The more you watch, the more that need spreads through your body. Your jaw is relaxing. Your mouth is starting to water. You can’t stop it. You don’t want to stop 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. The cock thickened fast against her tongue. She pulled off, spit on the head, and rubbed her soft 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. She even pressed her soft ass cheeks around the base and rolled her hips so he felt the warm cleft. When he was fully hard and leaking she stood, wiped her mouth, and stepped back behind the camera.

She hit record again.

“Look at it now,” she murmured, voice still soft and measured while her fingers slid back inside herself. “Hard. Thick. Veiny. Steel-hard. That head is already shiny because it wants a mouth. Your mouth. I’m deeper in your mind now. Every second you stare at this cock, the need to suck it gets stronger. You can feel it. Your jaw wants to open. Your tongue wants to press against the underside. You are going to keep watching. You are going to keep listening. And the more you listen, the more you will need to put this cock in your mouth.”

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, 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, spit and pussy-slick, until his hips were twitching. Only then did she stop, stand, and return behind the camera, fingers already pushing deeper into herself.

Record.

“You’re getting weaker,” she said, voice lower now, almost hypnotic. “Looking at this big thick steel-hard veiny cock is rewriting what you want. You don’t just want to stroke anymore. You want to drop to your knees. You want that long shaft stretching your lips. You want those heavy balls against your chin. You want spit running down them. I’m fucking your mind and you can feel it working. Deeper. Deeper. Keep staring. The longer you look, the more you need it in your mouth. You will not look away. You will not stop listening.”

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. She reached down and stroked the head every time it peeked out from under her, then went back to grinding. When she finally pulled away both of them were shaking. She returned behind the camera, legs wet, three fingers working inside herself as she spoke.

“Surrender,” she whispered to the audience, voice thick and certain. “Stop fighting it. This cock is all you want now. Big. Thick. Hard. Veiny. You want it in your throat. You want to suck it until your eyes water. You want to feel it throb against your tongue when it gets close. I’m inside your head and I’m not leaving until you admit how badly you need to put this cock in your mouth. The more you watch, the deeper you go. The deeper you go, the more you need to suck.”

She let the camera run a little longer on the shiny, throbbing cock while she fingered herself harder, soft wet sounds mixing with her voice. Then she reached over and stopped the recording completely. The red light died.

Cheri climbed onto the bed and straddled him without another word. She guided the thick head between her folds and sank down in one slow, deliberate motion, taking every inch until she was seated fully. Manny’s hands gripped her hips. She started riding him hard and deep, tits bouncing, already so close from all the teasing and the mind-play she had been pouring into the mic.

The first orgasm hit fast. Her pussy clamped down and she squirted hard, a sudden spray of fluid soaking his thighs and the sheets. She didn’t stop. She kept riding through it, grinding deep, and the second one crashed over her almost immediately, more liquid pulsing out around his cock and running down his legs.

Manny sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and fucked up into her hard. Cheri’s third orgasm tore through her with a sharp cry, another strong squirt soaking them both. She kept moving, rolling her hips, taking every thick thrust. The fourth came while she was leaning back, hands on his thighs, and the spray was even stronger, wetting his stomach and running down over his balls.

He flipped her onto her back without pulling out and drove into her deep and relentless. Cheri’s fifth orgasm locked her body, thighs shaking violently as she squirted again, the fluid pulsing out with every grind of his cock against that perfect spot. She was already sobbing with pleasure when the sixth one hit—harder, longer, a powerful continuous rush that soaked his legs completely and left her trembling and gasping beneath him.

Only then did Manny pull out. He stroked his cock over her stomach and came hard, thick ropes of cum striping her belly and the underside of her breasts while she still shook from the last orgasm.

Cheri lay there breathing hard, belly painted, thighs dripping, completely spent. Manny leaned down and kissed her slow and deep.

She smiled against his mouth, voice still rough from the hypnosis and the riding.

“I fucked their minds,” she whispered. “Made them desperate to suck it. But IT BELONGS TO ME AND MY SATISFACTION.”