Worship My Big Cock

The lighting was warm and deliberate, every ridge and shadow of that heavy length visible. Cheri stood completely naked behind the camera, legs already parted, two fingers slowly circling her clit as she watched the monitor. Her nipples were tight. Her thighs were already shiny.

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

“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. Keep breathing slowly. In… and out… and keep your eyes right there on that big, soft cock.”

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, the soft wet sounds of her fingers mixing with her words.

“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… heavy… thick even when it’s soft. But it’s going to get hard while you watch. And while it hardens, you’re going to learn how to worship it. Really worship it. Not just look. Not just stroke. Worship.”

She paused for a long, deliberate moment, letting the silence stretch while the camera stayed locked on the soft, heavy cock. The only sound was her slow breathing and the quiet wet noise of her fingers between her legs.

“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 drop to your knees. You want to lean in close. You want to breathe it in. You want to press your lips against that soft head and feel it start to thicken against your mouth. 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. This is how worship begins.”

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, letting the head peek out from her cleavage with every upward slide. 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 with the back of her hand, and stepped back behind the camera, already trembling.

She hit record again.

“Look at it now,” she murmured, voice still soft and measured while her fingers slid back inside herself with a wet sound. “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 worship 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 and worship every inch.”

She let the camera linger on the thick, throbbing shaft while she spoke, her voice dropping into a slower, more hypnotic cadence.

“Worship means you don’t rush. Worship means you stare. Worship means you feel the weight of it in your mind before you ever touch it. Look at the way the veins stand out. Look at how heavy those balls hang. Look at the way the head flares when it pulses. This is a cock that deserves to be worshipped. Not used. Worshipped. You will learn to treat it like the only thing that matters.”

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, spit and pussy-slick, until his hips were twitching and a steady bead of precum was leaking onto her fingers. Only then did she stop, stand, and return behind the camera, three fingers already pushing deep inside herself, the wet sounds louder now.

Record.

“You’re getting weaker,” she said, voice lower, 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. You want to suck it slow… then deep… then messy. I’m fucking your mind and you can feel it working. Deeper. Deeper. Keep staring. The longer you look, the more you need to worship it with your mouth. You will not look away. You will not stop listening. You will keep your eyes on this cock until the need becomes everything.”

She let the silence stretch again while she fingered herself harder, the soft wet sounds of her arousal mixing with her breathing. Then she continued, voice soft and relentless.

“Imagine kneeling right there in front of it. Imagine leaning in until your nose brushes the base. Imagine the heat of it against your face. Imagine opening your mouth and taking the head in, just the head at first, and feeling it throb against your tongue. Imagine the weight of it as you take more. Imagine the way it fills you. That is worship. That is what this cock deserves. And the more you watch, the more you need to give it exactly that.”

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, her clit dragging along the thick ridge of his cock until she was shaking. When she finally pulled away both of them were breathing hard. She returned behind the camera, legs shiny, fingers working inside herself with short, wet thrusts 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. You want to worship it the way it deserves to be worshipped—with your mouth open, your tongue working, your throat relaxed, your hands on those heavy balls. I’m inside your head and I’m not leaving until you admit how badly you need to put this cock in your mouth and give it everything. The more you watch, the deeper you go. The deeper you go, the more you need to worship.”

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. Her thighs were trembling. Her voice stayed calm and hypnotic even as her body shook.

“Look at it. Really look. This is the cock you’re going to worship. This is the cock you’re going to suck in your mind over and over until the need becomes permanent. You’re going to think about the weight of it. The heat of it. The way it would stretch your lips. The way those balls would feel against your chin. You’re going to keep watching until the only thing left in your head is the need to drop to your knees and worship.”

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, stretched and full, her clit pressed hard against the base of him. 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 powerful spray of fluid soaking his thighs and the sheets beneath them. 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 in warm rivulets.

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 braced on his thighs, and the spray was even stronger, wetting his stomach and running down over his balls in thick streams.

He flipped her onto her back without pulling out and drove into her deep and relentless, one hand sliding between them to rub tight circles over her clit. 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, more warm liquid still pulsing out around his shaft as the last waves rolled through her.

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. He milked every pulse onto her soft skin until he was empty.

Cheri lay there breathing hard, belly painted, thighs dripping, completely spent. 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 still rough from the hypnosis and the riding.

“I made them worship it in their minds,” she whispered. “Made them desperate to drop to their knees and suck. But I’m the only one who gets to ride it until I can’t stop squirting.”