Page 60 of Perverted Fantasies

But Amber didn’t give me much time admire then, as she scooted in closer towards and again grabbed ahold of my dick. She sucked on the tip of my cock for a few seconds, then popped it out of her mouth and smacked it against her tits, going from one to the other and back again before putting it back in her mouth. Still gripping the base of my cock, she suddenly took it halfway down, to the edge of her hand, holding it there for a few moments before letting it slip out of her mouth.

She spit on my cock and slapped it against her tongue a few times before taking it down a little deeper, making me gasp. She popped my cock out of her mouth and jerked it off, smiling all the while.

“You weren’t kidding about being all riled up, were you?” she said.

“No,” I said. Not at all. I was maybe a minute away from being done already, if that. Pathetic, I know, but what can I say? I’d been thinking about this since the moment I left her house the afternoon before. The way I figured things it was amazing I’d made it this long.

My inner dialogue must have been playing over my face, as Amber took one look at me and starting laughing. She took a moment to gather herself and went back to work. She slapped my cock on her tongue a couple of times before taking it in her mouth again, taking it deeper this time, her lips creating a seal, her hand moving up and down my shaft in conjunction with her mouth, moving at a good rhythm, not too fast, not too slow.

Slurping sounds filled the room. The pressure was building with every pump. I was already almost at the point of no return, when Amber dropped her head down on my cock, taking the whole thing in her mouth, all the way down her throat.

Ho-ly fuck, I thought. I might have said it too. At this point I wasn’t sure about anything. I was blown away. Literally and figuratively. I mean, here I was getting deepthroated by a pornstar in the middle of the afternoon while I should be in math class. Insane. The whole idea of it, just as much as the physical sensation, helped put me over the top.

“Holy shit I’m gonna cum,” I said all in one burst.

Amber pulled off, leaving my cock coated in her saliva and her face right in the line of fire. She jerked me off as I came,

my seed shooting straight into the air like fireworks, getting on the couch, the floor, my legs, her chest, but mostly on her face. Streams of white cum dripped down it. It was gross and nasty and sexy as hell.

“Wow,” Amber said, laughing. “That was quite the explosion.”

“I told you I was all riled up.”

“You certainly did,” she said. “Now pull your pants back up, sit tight, and watch some TV. I’ll come down when I’m ready to go.”

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Twenty minutes later she arrived at the top of the stairs. An involuntary whistle left my throat.

“I take it you like what you see?” she said as she started down the stairs.

“Hell yes,” I said, understated as always, afraid what might come out if I said more.

Amber looked incredible—dark hair hanging straight down her back, cherry red lipstick, black eye shadow. But that was only half of it. She was dressed for success (a pornstar’s version, anyway) with red, 4-inch fuck-me pumps, black fishnet stockings, a garter belt and black panties covered by a skimpy little red and black plaid skirt that shouldn’t even really be called a skirt considering it didn’t hide anything at all. Above the waist she had a lingerie top that accentuated her tiny figure while showing off her tits yet covering just enough of them to leave a little bit to the imagination.

After arriving at the bottom of the stairs Amber walked towards me in an exaggeratedly sexy fashion. She came to a stop a few feet from me, standing there, towering over me, my face at the same height as her crotch. It was all I could do to take my eyes off her lower half and look up at her face.

“How the hell am I supposed to last an hour with you looking like that? I’m getting hard just looking at you.”

“I have faith in you,” she said,

“That makes one of us,” I said.

“Come on, it’s only an hour.”

I laughed and shook my head. Being on the couch and looking up at her just made things worse, like I was some pathetic little mortal looking up at a goddess. Which, come to think of it, described the dynamic pretty accurately.

“It’ll be a miracle if I make it five minutes,” I said under my breath.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Chris. You can do it. Don’t worry, I’ll help.”

“Yeah, some help you’ll be. If you wanted to help you would have come down in overalls instead of dressed up like—” I stopped short, not sure how she would take what I almost said. I should have known better.

“A slut?” she said.

“I was thinking more like the hottest girl in history.”

“That wouldn’t have been any fun,” Amber said, smiling. “My goal was to make this as challenging as possible. I mean, just think; if you can last an hour with me looking like this—” She slowly spun in a circle, showing off her ridiculously insane body. “—Imagine how long you could last with a regular girl.”

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