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, Scott. 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,” Heather 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 Heather, 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) Heather sitting on my lap while we made out.
It quickly escalated though, with Heather 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 Heather 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,” Heather 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 Heather’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, Heather 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. Heather 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. Heather 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 Heather 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.
Heather 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,” Heather said, climbing up onto the couch to sit beside me. “Everything I’m doing is for your own good.”
“Heather 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.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
I flashed her a skeptical look. “What are you going to do?”
“Just sit back and you’ll find out,” she said.
“And I choose not to?”
“Then I’m going to spend the next ten minutes doing everything in my power to make you cum.”
I laughed. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess I can’t say no.”
“You could,” Heather said. “But I wouldn’t suggest it. Besides, chances are you’ll like it.”
“I don’t know . . .”
“Quit being such a wimp,” she said. “Have I misled you yet?”
“As a matter of fact—”
“Oh, just shut up,” she said, pushing my head back against the couch until I was lying on top of the pillow with my face to the ceiling. Before I had a chance to wonder what was going to happen next, she climbed atop me, straddled my head with her legs, and dropped her pussy right on top of my face.
Her hands gripping the hair on the back of my head for leverage, she put her whole weight onto my face, nearly smothering me. For what seemed like an eternity, she sat on my face, sometimes grinding on top of it, sometimes rubbing it back and forth across it, sometimes riding my tongue, occasionally giving me a little air to breathe. It was horrible, it was wonderful, it was insane. It was all I could do to not jerk off while she was up there, but I was afraid that a single touch would finish things. I was enjoying myself so much that I felt a physical wave of disappointment when she climbed off.
#
My disappointed quickly subsided once I caught a glimpse of the clock. Somehow I’d actually made it a full hour. Finally I could release the pressure that was threatening to rip me into two.
“See,” Heather said as she slid down my body and straddled my waist, then grabbed a hold of my cock and guided it into her moist pussy. “I knew you could do it. One hour on the mark.”
“It’s a fucking miracle,” I said. “Literally.”
“I never had a doubt,” Heather said. “So, are you ready to bring it on home?”
“Hell yeah.”
Squatting over me, her feet flat on the couch, Heather leaned back and put her hands on my thighs and started to work my cock, slowly at first, building up a rhythm, taking my cock halfway down inside her before bouncing back up again, expertly manipulating the angle of my cock to provide maximum pressure.
She increased the intensity for a short time, her moans increasing right along with her speed, then she shifted her legs so her knees were now on the couch. She took a moment to undo her bra and drop it to the ground.
With her glorious tits now open to the world and staring right at me, I couldn’t resist the temptation of grabbing onto them and squeezing. Heather gasped and shifted so her knees were on the couch and leaned forward and started bouncing even harder, her hair covering her face as she drove her pussy down onto my cock, both of us grunting with exertion.
I shifted slightly moving my hips further down the couch so my ass was hanging off the edge, allowing me to pump my hips upward as she came down.
“That’s it, right there,” Heather said, speaking more quickly now, her breathing coming faster and faster. “Fuck me, baby. Give it to me. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
I didn’t stop, continuing to pump her with everything I had. But surprisingly, I still wasn’t in danger of cumming. It was as if spending the last hour trying so desperately to hang on had somehow tempered me, allowing me to last longer without having an orgasm. Now that I could cum whenever I wanted to, I didn’t have to. Was this what Heather had planned on all along? I had no idea. I’d have to ask her after we were all through.
But in the meantime, I was going to just relax and enjoy my newfound control.
A short time later Heather climbed off my cock and slid down to the floor. She got on her hand and knees, her perfect ass facing me, taunting me, and began to work her pussy with her fingers. I was so transfixed that I didn’t realize I’d started stroking myself. She flicked her head to one side, sending her hair flying, then turned and looked at me.
“Do you like what you see?” she said. “You like me on my hands and knees, waiting for you to take me from behind?”
I nodded.
“Then what’s taking so long?” Heather said. “Come over here and give me that hard cock of yours.”
I climbed off the couch and walked over toward Heather. For a moment I just stood over her, looking down at her perfect body, taking a mental snapshot to savor forever. A ridiculously hot pornstar, on her hands and knees, begging for me to fuck her doggy style while I stood over her. The stuff dreams are made of.
And then I was down on my knees and sidling up to her and sticking my cock in her.
“Let me do it,” Heather said. “Let me work that fucking dick inside me.”
I held my ground as she started working her ass, slowly at first, moving it back and forth, then around and around, gradually picking up steam until she was bouncing back against me hard enough that I had to grab onto her ass to avoid losing my balance.
“That’s it,” she said, mistaking my move for initiative. “Take control, Scott. Fuck me like the slut that I am. Make me your little fuckdoll.”
So I did my best, spreading her ass apart while I slammed my cock inside her, going balls deep, our bodies slapping up against each other, her perfect ass bouncing off my hips as we came together, Heather grunting with every thrust, her voice growing louder and louder with her wordless sounds of pleasure.
She shifted a bit, lifting her head and tilted it back towards me. She gave a little flick of her head and her hair spilled down her back.
It was too much to resist. I grabbed a handful of her hair and used the newfound leverage to slam into her even more aggressively.
“Oh yeah, pull my hair,” Heather said, her voice more of a growl than usual. “Pull my hair and fuck me like I deserve to get fucked.”
I yanked back harder, tilting her head even further back towards me, forcing her to arch her back even more, allowing me deeper access to her. It also accentuated her shoulder blades, which for some reason was sexy as hell and was the final straw in pushing me over the edge.
I slammed into her a few more times and then I was there.
“I’m gonna fucking cum,” I said, the words coming out choked.
Heather shimmied off my cock, spun around quickly and crawled over to me. She was on the floor, her hand on my cock, jerking me off, her mouth working the tip, her eyes looking up at me.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” I said, trying to give her fair warning so she could get out of the way. But apparently that wasn’t in her plans.
She continued jerking me and sucking me, even as my body tensed in preparation of release. I tried to pull away so I wouldn’t cum in her mouth but she wouldn’t let go of my cock, keeping a firm grip with her hand and tight seal with her mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried, giving her one last chance.
But she was going through with it. So I held it off no longer and gave in and let my body come to it’s natural climax. One final tense, and then an explosive release and I shot a stream of cum directly into Heather’s mouth. And another. And another, my body shuddering slightly after the third one.
But still Heather held my cock in her mouth, sucking on it, eliciting every last drop from it, causing me to shimmy and shake with the sensation.
Finally she released my cock. Then, while staring straight at me, she tilted her head back slightly and swallowed my cum.
I laughed softly and shook my head. “You’re one nasty girl, aren’t you?”
“You’d better believe it,” Heather said.
“So I take it that was my reward for lasting a whole hour?”
“Nah, that was just me wanting to drink your cum.”
“Then what’s the reward?” I asked, my mind racing at what depraved debauchery was in store if her swallowing my load was just an everyday occurrence.
“A date with me,” Heather said.
“A date?”
“Yeah, you know, dinner and a movie.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Not at all,” she said. “So what do you say? Do you want to go on a date with me?”
“Sure,” I said, once I’d convinced myself she wasn’t just messing with me. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”
#
THE DATE
“So what’s this all about?” I asked.
We were at Mastro’s, eating steaks, sharing a bottle of wine that Heather had ordered—she was only 19, but she looked years older on this night, and the waiter never asked for ID—and so far having a great time, despite this above question being at the forefront of my mind the entire evening so far. It was only after finishing the second glass of wine that I’d found enough guts to ask.
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