Page 77 of Perverted Fantasies

He nodded.

“Ask nicely,” I said.

“Can I please cum in your mouth,” he said, not missing a beat.

“Sure,” I said. “But we have to finish up here pretty quick. We wouldn’t want Tina walking in on us, now would we?”

He shook his head. “No we wouldn’t. So hurry up and get back to work.”

“Oh, and a little attitude to boot,” I said, smiling wickedly. “I like to see that in a man.”

“You do, huh?” he said, climbing to his feet. “What about men that take charge?”

“I like that too,” I said. “Especially when they fuck my face.”

“Well I think I can help you out there,” Spencer said. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head up until it was right in front of his cock. “Open your mouth,” he said.

I did as I was told. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that,” he said. Then he stuck his cock into my mouth, pumping his hips back and forth violently, his hands on the back of my head, grabbing my hair, totally controlling me.

His huge cock filled up my mouth as he gave me the entire length of his shaft, making me gag, his balls slapping up against my chin, saliva leaking out of my mouth and down onto the carpet.

“Holy fucking shit,” he said, his thrusts growing more aggressive, more frenzied as he approached orgasm.

My hand had made its way down to my pussy and I was rubbing my clit, heightening the sensation for me. I loved having a cock in my mouth, but sometimes you need a little something extra on top of it.

He’d been fucking my face for a little more than a minute when his body tensed up and then released. He uttered something low and unintelligible as his cum exploded into the back of my mouth and down my throat.

It was a big load, worthy of his cock but I swallowed it down with ease while his cock was still in my mouth.

I pulled his cock out and licked the tip, getting him to shudder a bit, then reluctantly let his cock go.

“Well, what did you think?” I said, smiling up at him.

“I think you’re a fucking superstar,” he said.

I laughed. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Thanks,” he said.

“Now pull your pants back up and make it look like nothing happened here,” I said as I climbed to my feet. “Tina will be back any minute.”

“Oh yeah, Tina,” he said for the second time on the evening. He pulled his pants up. “I almost forgot.”

“Not almost,” I said, heading for the hallway that led to my room. “You did forget. But you’d better keep her in mind and put me out of yours for the rest of the night, otherwise we’re both going to be in big trouble.”

“I hear that,” he said as zipped up his fly and buckled his belt. He grabbed what was left of his wine and sat down on the couch just as I disappeared into my room.

The sound of Tina’s keys entering the lock came less than a minute later. By this time she entered I was in the kitchen, working on fixing myself some dinner. I was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, showing no skin whatsoever.

“Hey Tina,” Spencer said, standing up to meet her. His voice was a little shaky but otherwise he seemed to be acting pretty normal.

“Hi honey,” she replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry I’m late. I had to run to work to take care of something.”

“No problem,” Spencer said.

“I hope Kristin didn’t treat you too rudely while I was gone,” Tina said, flashing a knowing smile over at me. “She can be a bit of a bitch sometimes.”

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