Mark looked at the empty doorway. He couldn't believe that Allison would show at exactly the wrong moment. He jumped up, and made to follow, but he then realized that he was naked, and he'd never catch up. He glanced over at Audrey, who had shut the door and was walking toward him. Her dark hair had apparently been put into a bun while he slept. She was wearing a white terry cloth robe. She was also wearing a big smile.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," she said. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"No, no problem." Mark picked up his clothes that had been folded and laid on her roommate's bed. He covered himself. "I should go."
"You know what?"
"What?"
"You're only the second guy I've ever slept with."
"Oh, really?" Mark replied. He looked around the room, waiting for further punishment. Obviously, Kiara had somehow sent Allison, but that was likely only to be a warm-up act for some seriously negative shit. "I didn't know. It's not like I'm all that experienced, either. I hope you're okay with what we did."
"You're so sweet." Audrey walked up to him and took the clothes and threw them in the corner.
Mark looked down. He felt himself start to grow. He told himself to get soft, but he just got harder. Once again, he thought to himself, this genie needs to explain more about these rules. I'm supposed to have control over my dick, he thought, but it just keeps getting me into trouble.
"Mark, I'm sure you have a lot of excellent qualities, but right now, I just want you to sit down and shut up."
He sat on her bed.
Audrey pulled off her robe. She put a pillow on the floor and kneeled on it. She reached out and grabbed his dick. She kissed it and rocked back on her heels. She looked him in the eye.
"Here's the deal. I have a boyfriend who plans to see me for dinner. I like him. He's a nice guy."
"Uh huh," Mark said, as he watched her slide her mouth around the head of his cock, which was fully hard. Once again, he was impressed that he was attached to such a monster. As she wetly kissed him, he felt it throb, and he slowly ground his hips, pushing the cock a bit further into her mouth. She pulled away.
"So, Mark, we can't do this again."
She sucked him some more.
He liked watching her lick and groan. He liked her hands sliding around on his abdomen. He liked watching her head bob. Unlike the women he'd previously had sex with, she was not only stone-cold sober but she'd also not been mesmerized into sex by a magician. At least he didn't think magic was involved at all, aside from his having been informed that he could get lucky in room 319. And the body tune up. And the huge and generally controllable penis.
Mark felt himself start to cum and confidently told himself to wait, and so he did. He looked around her room. Organized knickknacks. A clean mirror. No clothes on the floor, aside from his. The stack of psych and econ books. The Washington Nationals pennant. All very neat. It was like she had a genie or a housekeeper, but looking at her mouth stretched around him, he knew she could keep her own self organized.
"How come?" he asked. He interlaced his fingers in her hair. "We should keep this going."
She pulled away. She looked up at him and rubbed her face with his wet cock. She made a guttural sound.
"I've had a crush on you, like, forever, but it's weird. With your clothes off, you're almost a different person."
She returned to blowing him. Minutes passed. Mark watched her mouth do its work. He listened to her moans. She crawled up his body, pushing him down on the bed. She licked his nipples, bit at them a bit. She climbed further and kissed him on the mouth. He kissed back. A juicy, intimate kiss. He smelt her breath. Cinnamon.
Mark began to position himself beneath her, to begin to wedge his dick into her wetness.
"Nope, hang on," Audrey said, and she gathered herself, slid off the bed, stood briefly, and returned to kneeling.
"Where are you going? You seemed to enjoy it last time."
She leaned into him and returned his dick to her mouth. Up and down.
"Come back," Mark continued. "It's lonely up here."
She pulled his cock out with a pop. She kissed it.
"Is poor baby lonely?" She smiled. "I'm afraid he's just going to have to deal with it. I am already going to be way too sore to sleep with my boyfriend tonight. Another round with this thing inside me, and I'll probably have to go to the ER, which would be awkward. But I do have a plan that should help, you lonely guy."
She returned to sucking.
"Audrey, this feels awesome. You have some mad skills." She continued to bob her head. He thought he could see a smile, though it was difficult to tell since his thick cock was sliding back and forth against the back of her throat. "Seriously, you're just a pro at sucking me."
She pulled away. "Oh, sweetie, that is so nice. I'd have to give it some thought, but I don't think anyone has ever called me a prostitute before." She smiled again and went back to work.
"Sorry. Didn't mean literally a pro."
She pulled the dick to her lips and pressed her mouth against his fleshy head. She blew bubbles into their wetness. "I know, silly," she said, with a bit of a mumble. Her lips were still pressed against his cock. "Don't be so sensitive." She opened her mouth as wide as possible, and he could see her teeth pressed against him. She pulled away and asked, "but maybe we could play a game about how sensitive you are. I'm going to bite down, and you tell me when the pain becomes truly unbearable."
They laughed.
She returned to sucking him, up and down.
"Listen," she said. "This is completely awesome, and you taste sweet as sugar, but my jaw is sore. I'll give you a few more minutes, and then you're going to be on your own. In that case, however, I plan to watch you in some serious solo action, which would be completely hot, especially if I can pull out my phone and take some video."
"Video?"
"Oh, yes. My parents have always discouraged my dream of making wildlife documentaries, and I think it would be a nice bit of feedback to show them a few minutes of that monster getting whacked off in what is obviously my bed in my dorm room."
"Three minutes," he said. "You can set your watch to it."
He looked down at her. He enjoyed her face. She had a nice tan, and plump cheeks, and a great smile. She was funny. She kept moaning, and he, once again, felt her rub his abdomen and tweak his nipples. She could get maybe half his dick into her mouth, and then she'd gag a little, and then bring him out far enough to wetly kiss him. He told himself thirty seconds and began to piston up and down. Up and down. He felt himself deeply spurt into her, and she swallowed and hungrily swallowed some more.
He fell back on her bed. She stood, stretched, and curled up next to him on the bed.
"That was just awesome," Mark said.
"You can say that again," she said, rubbing her hand over his body. "You're kinda perfect, you know."
