You answer.

You open the door and standing before you is Harry. You know Harry but you two aren't particularly close which only adds to the awkwardness of the situation.

"Oh my God! Elliot? Or should I say Ella? I didn't expect this," he says. You look down at your feet and blush. He walks up to you and grabs you by the chin, lifting your face up to meet his as he shoves his tongue down your throat. Your eyes open wide and your whole body feels confused. He pulls back.

"Well, I guess you'll do," he says. He places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you down. You get on your knees and begin shaking with anticipation. He undoes his belt loop and pulls down his pants. You can see a massive outline in his underwear. It looks huge. You look him in the eye and he gives his permission with a nod as you pull down his underwear to reveal his massive cock.

The smell hits you immediately. It is so strong, so manly, so intoxicating. You've never smelled anything like this, and you love it. His dick is so long it hits your nose as it comes out, causing you to jump backwards. It is at least seven, maybe even eight inches and thick too. It is amazing! You didn't realize guys like this existed outside of porn. You timidly stick out your hand and wrap your fingers around it. You still can't get over how big it is. It feels powerful. You slowly give it a tug, and then pull it in the other direction, back and forth.

"Well what are you waiting for?" he asks, "I was promised more than just a handy!" You realize what he means. You feel like you should be disgusted but your not. You feel giddy, almost eager. You bring your face in close and give the head a quick kiss. Then you give it another, deeper one, and bring the whole head in your mouth. It tastes so good. Why does it taste so good? It is only skin. You don't care though. At this point all you care about is sucking and licking, all while you stroke with your hands.

He places one of his hands on the back of your head, and forces you into a rhythm. He shoves his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth. It isn't even half of it and you gag. You look up and stare him in the eyes. He is enjoying it. He enjoys it when you take it that deep. You have to try to take it deeper, so you do. You gag over and over again until mascara is running down your face. He begins groaning so you bob your head faster.

"Tell me where you want it, Sweetheart," he orders. You say...