My husband and I live in a college town and have a college-student tenant in the basement apartment in our house.

His name is Bill, and I had never thought about him sexually before, as he is rather plain-looking. He is of average build, height, and weight. In fact, he’s kind of a nerd. But about a month ago, I saw something special in him.

It was my girlfriend’s surprise birthday party where we work, and I went home on my lunch hour to get my video camera to tape the party. I went to the laundry room, got out the camera, and was fiddling with putting in a tape when I heard a woman moaning in ecstasy. Cautiously, I peeked through the window into the basement, and was shocked to see Bill’s reflection in his full-length closet mirror. He was sitting on his couch, slowly stroking the biggest, fattest cock I had ever seen. He looked to be in a trance while jacking off to a porno movie. His huge cock was slippery and shiny with some kind of lotion, and while his left hand massaged his swollen balls, his right hand caressed the solid shaft in a slow, rhythmic motion that had me hypnotized.

In a second I realized my opportunity and aimed the camera at my subject. I zoomed in on his hefty cock and slippery hand until the screen was filled with nothing but his manhood. I watched and grew wet as his hand kept pumping up and down on that huge rod. He applied more lotion to his hands while his cock bobbed from side to side in anticipation. As he grasped it again, it seemed to grow even bigger. This time both hands encircled the shaft, and he started bucking his hips against his stationary fists — literally fucking his hands. The amazing thing is that with both hands wrapped around that cock, there was still at least a couple of inches to spare at the base and the head.

Suddenly, his pace changed, and he really started to jack that cock off fast. I felt a surge of anticipation wanting him to cream when he suddenly stopped again, this time grabbing the VCR remote, then rewinding for a few seconds. I heard the actress cry, “Come on me!” as the tape began again. And again he started jacking off that beautiful, slippery cock with his right hand while tickling his balls with his left. I knew if I were in that room with him and my face only inches from that magnificent cock, he would lose all self-control and spurt all over me. He rewound the tape again, and this time he put the remote down to get into some serious stroking. With my camera trained on him, he pumped that cock smoothly and swiftly. The fat head grew red and the cadence slowed. He was savoring the climax by jacking it off slower when a short spurt of cream leapt from the tip and landed on his stomach, another spurt jumped to his shoulder, and another large spurt cascaded across his neck and chest, followed by a few more short spurts. He was breathing heavily, and I knew I had better leave before he stood up, or I would surely get caught.

I was wet and excited beyond belief. I just had to masturbate before returning to work. All I could think about was that if that TV screen could incite that kind of reaction, what would he do if Bill saw me in the state I was in? The thought of teasing him into a frenzy like that just about put me in heaven.

I started to finger myself when an idea hit me. I put the camera on the tripod, then aimed it at a pillow on our bed and started to record. I sat on the pillow and fingered myself to the camera. I would give him something very special to jack off to! The positioning was perfect, as all that was in the camera’s eye was my sopping-wet pussy and my frantic hands playing there. I came in waves, thinking about him stroking that huge cock while looking at me.

It took me a week to work up the nerve to proceed with my plan. I was going to leave the tape of me masturbating in his mail and secretly watch Bill’s excitement from my laundry room. I delivered the tape and waited for his arrival. I could see the quizzical look on his face as he unwrapped the package and put it in the VCR. The surprise on his face that turned to pure lust was priceless as he watched me diddling my pussy on the screen. My eyes were trained on his crotch, and sure enough a prominent bulge soon grew. He unzipped his fly and his swollen manhood stood out as he started to jack off. Soon he had that now familiar trancelike look in his eyes as he stroked and admired my womanhood. I was delighted to watch that throbbing meat spring to life, its master helpless before my charms. But I knew that was really not enough. I was ready to have a live audience. In reality, the tape was only a greeting card.

Dressed in my robe, I went outside and knocked at Bill’s door. He responded hoarsely, “Who is it?” The panic in his voice was obvious. He opened the door red-faced, and asked what I wanted. I said, “I think you have some of my mail by mistake.” He stuttered and said he didn’t know what I was referring to. I looked straight at his crotch and said, “It looks like you’ve seen what I’m talking about.” He was mortified. I asked, “Aren’t you going to let me in?” I sat down and said, “I feel you should know that tape is personal, and I’m not sure how I feel about you jacking off while looking at me.”

Again he stuttered and mumbled excuses. I took full control at that point and said, “I like it when men jack off for me — but they must play by my rules. Take your cock out and let me see it.” Again he stammered. I cut him short and told him to just sit back and enjoy the show while gently pushing him back on the same couch he gave me such a great show on only a week ago. “Now — take your cock out!” I said while hiking my robe up to show him my pussy. He silently unzipped his pants and pulled out his half-hard cock. “That’s more like it. I like to watch and be watched,” I said. He started to stroke that fat cock in earnest as my robe dropped to the floor, and I stood before him completely naked. “You like that, don’t you?” I said. He grunted and looked mesmerized at my body. “You have got quite the tool on you — why don’t you show me just how much you like what you see?”

At that point his dick stretched just a bit farther as he wrapped both hands around it and jerked it faster in my honor. I was in heaven as I stood bent over and straight-legged in front of him, showing my ass, pussy, and clit to that helpless guy. I was amazed at how large his cock really was and how hard he was breathing. I was on the verge of orgasm the entire time. I continued to tease him, simultaneously begging him to stroke that huge meat for me and holding off my orgasm. While squeezing my breasts together inches from his face, I said, “If you can hold off long enough for me to get off while you lick me, I’ll let you jack off on me.” He eagerly agreed, released his cock from his hands, and kneeled down before me. I could feel his tongue vigorously probing my slit and see that big rock-hard cock between his legs just aching for attention, a little drop of pre-come beading at its head. His mouth was eager to please as it moved across my clit with careful, fluid motions. I came in waves.

Now it was time for me to get him begging for me. I sat back in the couch caressing my pussy and pulled my legs far into the air, revealing my pussy to him. I knew he would probably die to stick that huge cock in me and really give it to me. Again I said to him, “I told you I like to watch and be watched — so jack that big cock off so I can see you come.” I could tell by the look on his face that he wanted more, but his relief would be welcome. He eyed my pussy and ass as he stroked his cock with one hand and caressed his balls with the other for me. I cooed phrases like, “Show me your come, jack it off for me, and give it all to me,” as he neared orgasm. With absolute control, I stood up beside him and whispered, “Are you ready yet?”

He breathlessly said, “Yes.” So I knelt down in front of him while he massaged that strained and bloated cock in front of my face. A flood of warm and sweet come splashed through my hair. He moaned with ecstasy as the final drops shot from his rod and he rubbed his warm cock all over my face. I gingerly tickled his balls with my fingers and gave the head of his cock one quick lick. I could see he was dying to have me put it in my mouth, but instead I just winked at him and said, “Maybe next time — Anyway, it will give you something to think about.”