Question 1

She keeps the spiral notebook open on her lap, one finger resting on the first cluster of questions.

“Why did all those big black cocks cumming on me turn you on so much? Was it me… or the cocks? Why did the size and the contrast and the volume make it hotter?”

She looks up at you, eyes calm and filthy at the same time.

“We’re going to answer that right now. No more hiding from it.”

She sets the notebook aside, stands, and pulls the short night shirt over her head in one motion. Completely naked except for the gold chain. Her heavy tits sit full and bare, nipples already hard. She steps between your knees, takes your hands, and places them on her breasts.

“Feel them. These are the same tits you just watched get covered in thick black cum on your own bed. You stroked that little dick to the sight of those heavy ropes running down my skin. You leaked. You came. Now we’re going to talk about why while you touch them.”

She sinks to her knees in front of you, unbuttons your pants, and pulls your already-hard cock out. Her fingers look almost oversized wrapped around it. She gives it a slow, assessing stroke and smiles.

“Still so small. Still so easy to close my hand around. That’s part of it, isn’t it? Watching something so much thicker and darker than this little thing stretch Mommy open and then paint her tits made you ache.”

She leans in and spits on the head of your cock, then starts stroking you with wet, tight twists while her other hand cups one of her own tits and lifts it toward your face.

“Look at this. Imagine another thick black cock right here, throbbing, veins standing out, about to unload. You saw it hours ago on your sheets. You saw how much cum he pumped onto me. You saw it drip between my tits and run down over the chain. And your little dick got so hard it hurt. Tell me the truth while Mommy strokes you—did you wish it was your cum on these tits, or did you get off even harder knowing it wasn’t… knowing it was a real cock that could actually cover me?”

Her hand speeds up. The dirty talk never stops.

“You came to the volume. To the way those thick ropes looked against my white skin. To the way my tits bounced while he fucked me and then bounced again when he stroked that heavy load out onto them. You came to the contrast. To how small this little penis looked in your hand compared to what had just ruined me. That’s the answer to the first question, baby. It wasn’t just me. It was the big black cocks using me. Stretching me. Marking me. And you loved it.”

She presses your cock between her full tits, squeezes them together around the short shaft, and starts working them up and down. Your dick disappears completely between the soft flesh, the head barely peeking out on each downstroke. She looks up at you the entire time, voice low and depraved.

“Feel how easy it is for Mommy to lose this little thing between her tits. A real cock would fuck the whole way through and slap me under the chin. You watched them do it. You watched them cum so much it ran down my stomach. And you stroked yourself stupid to it. Keep looking at me while you get close. I want to see your face when you it it.”

Her tits keep sliding around your cock, slick with spit and the precum you’re already leaking. She squeezes tighter, moves faster, and delivers the final push in a soft, merciless tone.

“You’re going to cum for Mommy right now thinking about the next thick black cock that’s going to cover these tits while you watch. You’re going to cum because the size difference makes you drip. Because the volume of their loads makes you feel small and desperate. Because watching Mommy get used and marked by them is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. Cum on your guide’s tits like the little cuck who can’t stop watching.”

The combination of her words, the soft heat of her breasts, and the relentless truth she keeps forcing into the open is too much. You last only a few more seconds. You cum hard—thick spurts pumping up between her tits and coating the gold chain and the soft inner slopes—while a broken sound leaves your throat. She keeps working her breasts around you through every pulse, milking it all out until you’re twitching and oversensitive.

Only then does she release you. She looks down at the mess you left on her chest, then back up at you with a satisfied, filthy smile. She swipes a finger through your cum, tastes it, and opens the notebook again.

“Question one is answered,” she says softly, writing something in the margin. “You get off on the big black cocks using me. On the size. On the contrast. On the loads. On how small you feel next to them. We’ll go deeper on the next question… but first you’re going to clean your cum off Mommy’s tits with your tongue so you don’t forget what you just itted.”

She cups one cum-streaked breast and offers it to your mouth, eyes locked on yours, waiting.

The guide session has officially begun.