Imagine This Being Your Hands

Cheri had been thinking about ownership.

Not possession in the usual way. The kind that happens in the viewer’s head—when the hands on screen stop belonging to Manny and start feeling like their own. She wanted the camera tight enough, the angle low enough, that every stroke looked like it was happening from the watcher’s point of view.

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

“Imagine this being your hands,” she said, giving the shaft a slow stroke. “That’s the title. That’s the whole idea. Make them feel like they’re the ones touching it.”

Manny looked down at her. “POV?”

“More than POV. Suggestion. I want them to forget whose hands they’re actually watching.”

That evening she set the camera higher than usual and angled it steeply downward so the frame started at Manny’s lower stomach and ended just past his cock. Soft lighting. No face. Nothing to break the illusion. 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 in the center of the downward shot.

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

“Look down. That’s your cock. Soft right now. Heavy. Thick. Imagine these are your hands about to touch it. Don’t look away.”

Manny kept his eyes on her naked body just out of frame. Cheri’s fingers circled her clit as she spoke.

“Feel the weight of it already. The way it hangs. The way it’s about to fill your palm. Keep looking down. These are your hands.”

She paused the recording.

The second the light went off she stepped into the edge of the frame, dropped to her knees, and took his soft cock into her mouth. She sucked it wet and slow, working him with both hands until he thickened against her tongue. She stroked him to full hardness with long, deliberate pulls, making sure the downward angle still looked like a point-of-view shot, then stepped back behind the camera, thighs shiny.

She hit record again.

“Look down,” she murmured, voice still soft. “Hard now. Thick. Veiny. That’s your big cock. Wrap your hand around it. Start stroking. Imagine these are your hands.”

On camera, Manny’s hand entered the top of the frame and closed around the thick shaft. He began stroking with long, steady pulls. The angle made it look exactly like someone looking down at themselves. Cheri’s voice stayed low and close.

“Feel it in your hand. The heat. The thickness. The way the skin moves under your palm. Keep looking down. Keep stroking. These are your hands now.”

She paused again. This time she stepped in just long enough to straddle his thighs, grind her soaked pussy along the underside of his cock while he continued stroking above her, and leave him wet and shiny before returning behind the camera.

Record.

“Faster,” she said, voice tighter. “Look down at it. Watch your hand work that thick shaft. Watch the head flare and leak. Feel how heavy it is. Feel how hard it is. Keep stroking like it’s yours… because right now it is.”

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

“Keep looking down. Don’t look up. Don’t look away. This is your cock. Big. Thick. Throbbing in your hand. Stroke it. Feel it. Own it.”

She paused one last time, long enough to sink down onto him in one wet slide and ride him for several deep thrusts while the downward camera still caught the base of his cock disappearing inside her, then lifted off and returned behind the camera dripping.

“Final stretch,” she said, voice rough. “Look down. Stroke it. These are your hands. Make it cum like it’s yours.”

She let the camera run while Manny stroked with heavy, deliberate pulls, the downward angle holding the illusion the entire time, until her own thighs were shaking. Then she stopped the recording.

The second the light went off she was on him.

Manny sat up, grabbed her under the ass, and stood, lifting her with him. Cheri’s legs locked around his waist as he lowered her onto his cock. He started thrusting up into her in steady, powerful strokes, hands gripping her ass, using her weight to drive himself deeper. Each upward snap of his hips forced a wet sound from between her legs. Cheri clung to his shoulders, face pressed to his neck, as her orgasm hit hard—her pussy clenched and a heavy spray of fluid gushed out around his cock, running down his balls. He kept thrusting through it, and another climax followed while he was still holding her, her thighs shaking, more wetness spilling between them.

He carried her to the bed and laid her on her back without pulling out. His thrusts became longer and deeper, hips rolling so the thick head dragged against her front wall on every stroke. Cheri’s hands gripped his shoulders as her body arched; her orgasm rolled through her in a long, shuddering wave, pussy fluttering and spilling around him. He kept the same rhythm and she came again, wetter, legs trembling against his sides.

He rolled them so she was on top. Cheri rode him with deep, grinding circles, taking him to the base on every downward push. Manny’s hands guided her waist. She came while leaning forward to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as her pussy clenched and released in pulsing waves. Another climax followed while she was still grinding, her whole body shaking.

Manny flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and thrust back into her from behind. His strokes were harder, deeper, one hand reaching under to rub her clit. Cheri’s face pressed into the sheets as she came, thighs trembling, fluid running down her legs. He kept thrusting and rubbing and she came again, voice breaking into soft, continuous whimpers.

He turned her onto her side, lifted her top leg, and fucked her with long, steady strokes while his fingers worked her clit. Cheri’s orgasm built and broke in a shaking wave, pussy spasming around him. Another followed close behind, leaving her panting and leaking.

When he finally rolled onto his back, Cheri was already sliding down his body, eyes glassy, thighs still twitching.

“My pussy is spasming too much,” she said, voice wrecked. “Just let me suck you dry.”

She took his shiny, throbbing cock into her mouth and sucked with deep, devoted strokes, working him with both hands and her throat. Spit ran down over his balls. Manny’s hand settled in her hair. His hips flexed.

He came with a low groan, pulsing thick ropes down her throat. Cheri swallowed around him, sucking and stroking until she had taken every drop and his cock began to soften on her tongue.

She pulled off slowly, kissed the head, and rested her cheek against his thigh, breathing hard, lips shiny, completely spent.

Manny’s fingers stroked through her hair.

Cheri closed her eyes, still tasting him, still feeling the aftershocks that had left her legs useless.