Perverted Fantasies

by Evan Harder

  #

  You would think that after having sex six times the previous day I’d be worn out. You’d be wrong. Not only was I rearing to go from the moment I woke up this morning, I could barely even contain myself. School seemed even more boring and lame than usual, and I was so distracted that I ditched my final two classes so I get over to Amber’s house that much sooner. I figured I only had 3 more days with her, why waste even a fraction of one of them at school?

  She was watching TV when I knocked on the back door. Smiling, she climbed up off the couch and let me in. She was wearing pajama bottoms and an oversized t-shirt. She didn’t have any makeup on and her hair was done back in a ponytail. Not that it mattered. My dick got hard just looking at her.

  “A bit early today, aren’t you?” she said.

  “School just didn’t seem that important today. Especially when I had a real education waiting for me.”

  Amber smiled and closed the door then took my hand and led me towards the couch. “So I take it you didn’t wake up today with any reservations about what happened yesterday?”

  “The only thing I woke up with today was morning wood,” I said.

  She laughed. “Morning wood? After what we did yesterday?”

  I nodded.

  “I must admit, that’s pretty impressive.”

  “Not as impressive as you are.”

  “In this getup?” she said. “Hell, I look like the Wicked Witch of the West.”

  “What are you talking about,” I said. “You look hot as hell.”

  “Don’t give me that shit,” she said. “Here, sit down and I’ll go put on something a little more sexy.”

  She turned and started to walk away but I grabbed her hand. “I’m serious. You look great. Perfect.”

  “Really?”

  “Would I lie?”

  “All men lie,” Amber said. Her tone was harsh but she had a playful little grin on her face. “But there’s one thing that doesn’t.”

  “Oh yeah?” I said, pretty sure where this was going but playing along anyway. “And what’s that?”

  She reached down and grabbed my cock, which was pushing against the fabric of my jeans with painful insistence.

  “Nope, you’re not lying,” she said.

  “I told you.”

  “Of course, being that you’re an 18-year old boy, a boner is just the default state of your cock.”

  “That’s true,” I offered. “But you can’t hold that against me.”

  “I suppose not,” she said, giving me a little push towards the couch. “But I can hold it for you.” Another push, this one forcing me to sit.

  “You’d do that for me?” I said with a smile as she dropped to her knees in front of me.

  “It would be my pleasure,” Amber said, undoing the waistband of my shorts and unzipping the fly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”

  “Not at all,” I said as she wrapped her hand around my cock. “Not. At. All.”

  Amber ran her tongue down the length of my shaft. Slowly, gently, taunting me, teasing me, and more importantly (as I was soon to find out) preparing me. “And maybe even help relieve you of some of the pressure. Eventually.”

  “What do you mean, eventually?”

  “Today is going to be a little bit different than yesterday,” she said in between licks. “Don’t get me wrong, yesterday was fun.” Lick. “But you need to learn how to last longer before having an orgasm.” Lick. “So today we’re going to concentrate on increasing your stamina.” Lick.

  “And how are we going to accomplish that?” I asked, mostly just because I felt like I should at least pretend like I had a say in the proceedings.

  “Easy,” Amber said, pausing a moment to wrap her lips around the tip of my cock and give me a couple of quick sucks before popping it back out. “Every time you feel like you’re about to cum, you pull out. Give yourself a chance to calm down before you stick it back in.”

  “Won’t that be annoying for you?”

  “Don’t worry about me,” she said, getting a few licks of my balls in before continuing. “Today is about you. Just concentrate on yourself.”

  “And what exactly do I have to do?”

  “It’s not what you have to do,” she said, pausing for a moment to run her tongue from the base of my shaft all the way to the head of my cock. “It’s what you can’t do.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “You can’t cum until I give you permission.”

  “How long are we talking about here?”

  “One hour.”

  I laughed but there was no humor involved. “No fucking way I can hold out that long.”

  “I have faith in you,” Amber said. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s not going to be easy. You’re going to have to work hard if you’re going to pull it off. But if you do, there’s a special surprise waiting for you at the end.”

  “What is it?”

  “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it,” she said. “But I promise you, it’ll be worth it.”

  “I’m sure it will be,” I said. “And I really want to see what the surprise is. But there’s just no way I can hold out. Not as riled up as I am already. You’re all I’ve been thinking about for the last twelve hours straight.”

  She looked at me with equal parts humor and pity. “All right, I’ll tell you what. One freebie to start off the day, because you were so cute earlier, telling me I looked fine just the way I was.”

  “I meant it.”

  “I know you did,” Amber said. “Which is the only reason why I’m going to let you cum one time before we get started in earnest.”

  She grabbed my shorts and slid them the rest of the way off then slipped out of her shirt, exposing her breasts. Even now, after having seen them up close multiple times, I couldn’t get over how perfect they were.

  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.”

  #

  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.”

  I had no doubt she was right, but right now I couldn’t imagine life without Amber, let alone with a regular girl. But there was no reason to go there, not now. Better to just enjoy things.

  She bent over at the waist, leaning in towards me. Her mouth next to my ear, she whispered, “Your hour starts now,” and gave my rapidly hardening dick a little squeeze. “Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes, big boy.”

  The clock on the cable box said 1:43PM.

  #

  I had my first close call at 1:48.

  We’d started off slowly, with a still fully-dressed (as skimpily as that may be) Amber sitting on my lap while we made out.

  It quickly escalated though, with Amber slipping her tits out of her bra and sticking them in my face while slowly starting to dry hump my rapidly hardening cock. Before I knew what had happened, she had undone my zipper and slipped her panties to the side and grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it inside her pussy and started to work it, slowly but surely, riding the length of my cock in slow, measured strokes, our faces inches apart, her eyes locked onto mine, her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth, her tongue periodically flicking out and exploring the inside of my mouth, her breath—hot and sweet smelling, like cinnamon—growing more and more labored along with mine.

  It felt so good that I quickly forgot the objective of the exercise until it was almost too late. It wasn’t until I was right at the point of entering the home stretch when I somehow remembered.

  I grabbed her hips and lifted her off my cock and quickly slid out from under her and hopped to my feet. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and waited for the moment to pass.

  When I opened them again Amber was looking at me from the couch. She was lying on her side and she was playing with her pussy. She was wearing an evil little smile.

  “That’s not fair,” I said.

  “Why, whatever do you mean?” she asked in a mock innocent voice.

  “I mean how am I supposed to last an hour with you doing things like that?”

  “You didn’t think we were going to just sit here and talk, did you?”

  “No, but—” I trailed off, not sure what I thought. I guess I hadn’t really thought about it up to that point.

  “Anyone can avoid having an orgasm by not having sex,” Amber said. “There’s no challenge in that. You have to earn your reward.” She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide, opening herself up to me. She hooked her left arm around her left leg, pinning it back. She was still working her pussy with her right hand. “But if you can figure out a way to not make me miss having you inside me, you might be able to get away with it.”

  “And how am I supposed to do that?”

  “Oh, I’m sure you can figure something out,” she said, pulling her fingers out of her pussy and sticking them in her mouth.

  Laughing under my breath, I shook my head in mock consternation, dropped to my knees, and made my way towards her.

  #

  I made it another 20 minutes before I almost came again.

  I’d had my face buried in Amber’s pussy pretty much the entire time since the last close call, alternating between licking and sucking, sticking my tongue inside her for a little while, then my fingers, varying pressure and intensity based on her feedback, trying to mix it up enough to keep her happy, thereby lessening the chances of an accidental orgasm. And I was successful. I still didn’t feel like I had a good idea of what to do down there, but whatever I was doing seemed to be working. Based on the sounds coming from her mouth and more importantly, the state of wetness of her pussy, Amber was clearly into it. So far there was no hint from her that she was ready for something different.

  Unfortunately for me, I was.

  Her pussy was so invitingly wet and my dick was so irresistibly hard that I just couldn’t resist sticking it in her. Just a taste, I told myself, nowhere near enough to put myself near the edge of cumming. A few pumps and then I’d pull back out, just enough to relieve a little bit of the pressure.

  Of course it didn’t work out like I’d planned. Things rarely did.

  I pulled my face out from between her legs, sat up a bit, edged my hips in closer, grabbed a hold of my cock, and slid it inside her pussy. Amber gasped and looked up at me, smiling and nodding her head.

  “You like that?” I said. Her attitude starting to rub off on me just a bit.

  “I fucking love it,” she said.

  I worked my cock inside her, trying to take things slow but having trouble because she was so ridiculously wet. Without consciously meaning to, I started to speed things up, pumping my hips faster and faster. Amber wasn’t helping things, having thrown her right leg up over my shoulder and using it for leverage to move her body against mine.

  I had to put a stop to that. It was hard enough to keep myself from cumming when I had total control; I had no chance if I let Amber dictate anything. So I quickly pulled out and flopped down on the opposite side of the couch, putting a little distance between us to help me resist the temptation.

  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.