‘Saturday at seven, then?’ she said. I nodded. ‘At seven.’ She stood uncertainly for a moment, then leaned forward quickly and kissed my cheek... ‘Goodnight, John,’ she said, and she was gone. She turned as she disappeared through the door and I waved. She gave me a half-wave and then she was gone. I turned and made my way towards my own apartment, like hers within walking distance of the university. I found myself whistling the same tune she’d been humming and laughed to myself. The days before. In truth I wasn’t sure myself yet. "Remember," she whispered seductively. "I’m your slut." With those words I tilted her head back a little more before I took hold of my cock with my left hand and guided it towards her lips. I slowly rubbed the tip of my dick across the top of her lip before working my way across the bottom one. I never felt so powerful. I could do anything I wanted to her at that point. I kept hold of her head with my right hand while I continued to draw on her face using my. They conversed with George for a few minutes, and then George told Sherman and me that they wanted to spend the night with us at the Staff House if that would be OK. As George was telling us this, each woman put a hand on the thigh of her partner and then slowly but surely slid it up to our crotches and began to gently massage our cocks which, after months of not being touched by any females, responded almost instantly by becoming much larger and as hard as a rock. Some actions need no. I was trembling with anticipation as I lowered my lips onto its now glistening head. He filled my mouth with its girth, but I enjoyed being stretched by it. I didn't get to play and tease his cock for long though. He was as eager to be in my mouth as I was to have him there. He took control and let me know that he was in charge. I had never had a man talk dirty to me the way he did. His vulgarity really excited me. I made love to his huge penis, my lipstick was all along the length of his huge.