Page 62 of Perverted Fantasies

Amber gave me a pouty look.

“Sorry,”

I said. “But I don’t trust you.”

Her eyes radiated disappointment. “Can I at least taste myself?”

“I don’t know . . .”

“Pleeeeeeeease?” she said, begging me for it. “I’ll play nice. I promise. I just want a teeny tiny little taste.”

Whether she actually meant it or was just messing with me some more I didn’t know. And it didn’t really matter. The effect was the same. How can you deny a pornstar a chance to suck her pussy juices off of your cock? You can’t. Or maybe you can. But I sure as hell can’t.

“Fine,” I said, pretending to be annoyed. “But just a quick taste.”

She smiled and clapped her hands together and slid over towards me, positioning herself next to me, sitting sideways on the couch while I sat normally.

At first, she was true to her word, doing nothing more than running her tongue up and down my cock and gently taking it in her mouth. It felt great, don’t get me wrong, but it didn’t put me in danger of immediately shooting my load. Of course, she couldn’t resist fucking with me a little, and after a minute or two of taking things easy, she suddenly dropped her head down on my cock, taking it all the way down her throat and holding it there.

Normally this would be a more than welcome development, but right now it was my worst nightmare. I was simply too close to cumming to let her to keep me in her throat for more than a few seconds. I tried to ride it out, hoping that she’d have to come up for a breath before I shot my load, but every second was an eternity and I quickly realized I was going to lose that race. It just felt too damn good for me to hang on. I tried to shimmy away but she burrowed her head further down, not giving so much as an inch. Torn between extreme pleasure and complete panic I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head off my cock.

She came up gasping for air but smiling wickedly. Saliva was dripping down her chin. I realized I still had a firm grip on her hair and loosened my fist, letting it go.

“You’re an evil little bitch, aren’t you,” I said, my playful tone clashing with the harsh words.

“You’re just figuring that out?”

“I’m just starting to realize the extent of it.”

“Just remember,” Amber said, climbing up onto the couch to sit beside me. “Everything I’m doing is for your own good.”

“Amber Phillips, the Good Samaritan pornstar.”

“You’d better believe it, baby.” She glanced over at the clock. “Check it out, you’re almost there. Another 10 minutes and you earn your reward.”

“No thanks to you.”

“Hey, I told you I was going to make it difficult. If it’s easy it ain’t worth doing. That’s my motto.”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “I can tell.”

“If you want I can make it up to you,” she said.

“Oh yeah? How?”

“By giving you a little break. Or your cock one, at least.”

“Sure you will,” I said, dripping sarcasm.

“Trust me,” she said.

I laughed. “Yeah, right. I’ve already gone down that path a few times and got burned.”

“I won’t touch your cock, I promise. Not until time is up.”

“And if you do?”

“Then you win.”

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