Catalina Loves

I left knowing that I was just going to give him the best head he’d ever had. I didn’t care about getting anything in return. It wasn’t about that. This was about the adventure and taboo of it, the escape and the adrenaline rush (not to mention good, old-fashioned lust). I walked up the stairs with him, pretending to care about the day’s scores, but really - football wasn’t what I was interested in. I was about to cross the line with a 6′2″ ebony God.

He opens the door and I am surprised to see his roommate. I walk behind him through the living room and past his roommate. His roommate acknowledges me and I acknowledge him. I wonder if he knows who I am and why I am there. A part of me hopes that he does. I like the idea of him knowing that I am a married woman there to give his roommate the best head of his life.

I enter his room and sit on the edge of the bed, not really sure how to get from point A to point B. Pot would help. Pot always helps. I load a bowl and we smoke it and chit-chat. He moves a little closer to me, his hand touching mine. I feel the electricity flowing through my cells, starting in my stomach and working its way to my thighs.

I need a minute to gather myself. I want to be in control of the situation. I stand and go into the bathroom. When I come out, I stand in front of him, blocking his view of the crappy movie that we were pretending to watch. I say, “This movie isn’t that good, and we both know that isn’t why I’m here anyway.”

I slide down to my knees and sit on the floor in front of him. I reach out and push him back just a little to take his clothes off of him. Instead, I laugh. A belt buckle? “This looks complex,” I said.

“Nah, actually it’s simple. I planned ahead.”

And it is surprisingly easy. Off go his pants, leaving him in a shirt, socks, and boxers. I don’t care about his shirt or his socks, but I rip his boxers right off.

My eyes feast on his cock. It is beautiful, in fact the best I have ever seen, better than any porno cock. I take his cock in my hand and stroke him several times.

“Your cock is magnificent,” I say to him with sincerity.

“Yeah?” he asks.

I can’t answer, I just moan. My mouth is already wrapped around his cock. I work hard to take him all in, but I am unable to. He is so thick and so long that I can’t even get to the base of his shaft. My hand strokes what is left out of the pleasure of my lips.

He stands up in front of me and grabs my head gently, but with confidence. He pulls me closer toward him and I pull his ass toward me at the same time, taking more of him into my throat. I start to gag just a little and he lets me up enough to gather control before pushing me back down.

I look up at him with his cock in my mouth. He looks down at me, and he says, “Do you want me to cum? Are you ready for me to cum?”

I can only say yes with my eyes.

He pulls back slightly and leaves me in front of him with my mouth open, my tongue slightly out. Then I feel the warm, salty goodness that is him. I put on a bit of a show for him, rolling it around back and forth on my tongue before swallowing. Then I returned my mouth to his cock to suck the last drops from him.

We sit together for a minute or two, smoke a bowl together, joke about the belt buckle fiasco… then I stand up and put my shoes back on and say, “I really need to be getting back now.”

I walk out, past the roommate (what will they say after I leave?), get in my car, and leave. I can’t wait to get home and talk about it in bed with my Husband as he fucks me silly.