He let go then and pushed himself between my lips. I let my teeth drag ever so slightly against the lower underside of him, just to remind him that I was the one in control here. For a split second, I saw his face register this tiny pain which gave way to pleasure when I ran my tongue along the length of his dick, massaging the most sensitive spot near the tip. Then he was inside me up to his balls, deeper than I'd ever taken any man-but still not deep enough. I'd never really gotten off on giving head before-this is one area in which I'd always considered it better to receive than to give-but this time I wanted more of his beautiful dick deep in me, wanted to take it all the way down my throat, surrender to the gagging feeling. I moved my whole head, determined to make him let go, to cry out. He pulled at my hair, tugging it into little peaks and spikes, kneading my scalp, making me dizzy.

With a final tug on my hair, I felt his buttocks clench and knew he was at the point of no return. I gulped, wrapping my mouth around him as tightly as I could, and he threw his head back and let out a slow, low growl. I pulled back as he shot his spunk into my face, swallowing what I could and letting the rest trickle down my chin and into my cleavage. His hands were on my face again, mopping up the liquid and feeding it to me, forcing his fingers between my eager lips. Then he dropped to his own knees and pulled me to him, where we kissed until the chill of the night brought me back down to earth.

I pulled away with a shy smile and scrabbled for the clothes he'd removed in what seemed like another lifetime. I found my boots and tights crumpled in a pile of debris but couldn't locate my black panties. I turned to see my new lover holding them to his face and inhaling deeply. Then he smiled a heartbreaking smile and pocketed them with a wink.