Page 74 of Perverted Fantasies

“She had to run out for a minute,” I replied. “Come on in and make yourself comfortable. She’ll be back in a little while.”

“Maybe I should come back when she’s here,” he said, his eyes checking me out from head to toe.

“Don’t be silly,” I said, holding the door open further. My arm was up high on the door, lifting my shirt up, showing off my flat, tan stomach and the bottom of my breast. “Grab a seat on the couch. I’ll get you a glass of wine.”

He deliberated for a moment then took a deep breath and walked through the door.

I went to the kitchen and refilled my glass and got him one.

When I came back he was on the couch, his legs slightly spread and his hands folded neatly on his lap. He was trying to hide the bulge in his pants but wasn’t having any success. I could see it from here. I smiled and handed him his glass.

“Thanks,” he said. “You’re her roommate, right?”

I nodded. “I’m Kristin. You’re Spencer, I assume?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Pleased to meet you, Spencer,” I said, holding out my hand.

“Likewise,” he said, shaking it.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” I said.

“I’ve heard a lot about you too,” he said. But it was a lie. I knew for a fact that Tina had hardly mentioned me to him.

I held out my glass towards him. “A toast,” I said. “To Tina’s luck at finding such a wonderful guy.”

He gave me a curious look but clinked glasses and took a sip of his wine.

I downed my glass in one gulp and set it on the table. Then I dropped down to my knees and crawled towards him. I spread his legs with my hands and moved in closer to him until my head was hovering right above his groin.

“What are you doing?” he said, laughing nervously under his breath and shifting his body.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I replied, running my fingers up his leg. I rubbed my hand along the ever-growing bulge in his pants. Tina was right, his dick was huge. “I’m going to suck your cock.”

He wiggled back as much as he could but didn’t make any other effort to get away. “I don’t know . . .”

“What’s wrong?” I said, acting all innocent. “You don’t like having your cock sucked?”

“No, it’s not that,” he said. “It’s just . . .”

“Just what?” I asked while I undid his zipper.

“What if Tina comes back,” he said but his tone was unconvincing. He wanted this, it was obvious.

“She won’t,” I said as I unfurled his monster cock from his pants. It was more than 7 inches long and was as thick as a police flashlight. Incredible.

He started to weakly protest again but shut up immediately as I took his cock in my mouth.

“Holy shit,” he said under his breath as I began to blow him, my lips moving up and down on his cock while my hand worked his shaft. He threw his head back and looked up at the ceiling.

I pulled his cock from my mouth and dropped my head down a little bit and licked his shaft, from bottom to top, my tongue moving slowly while my other hand played with his balls. Then I took his cock in my mouth again and started going after it more aggressively.

He had a sudden bout of regret and tried to slide over to the side of the couch. “I can’t do this,” he said under his breath.

But I was having none of it. I maintained a tight grip on his cock and moved with him, laughing softly at his feeble attempts to get away. “It’s fine,” I said. “Really. You don’t have to pretend like you don’t want it. Tina won’t know.”

“But I will,” he said.

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