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good
that you are so satisfied.” A lazy smile lit his face.
    “No worries on
that score. Did I satisfy you?” Unaccountably shy with this man who now knew me
inside and out, but anxious to have pleased him, I hoped it had been as good
for him as for me.
    “I am feeling
very pleased. But, I didn’t come.” Russ’s eyes glittered as he said these
words, matter-of-factly, not meaning to shock me, but it did.
    “Russ! Why
not?” It was devastating, and my eyes filled with tears.
    “My Kitten, I
want your pretty mouth. Have you ever satisfied a man that way?” He was
stroking my hair, giving me soft kisses along my jaw line.
    “Oh. Oh .
Well, I’ve had it in my mouth, you know, sucked some.” Why was it so hard to
say the words? “But never all the way. Do you mean all the way?” The thought
frightened me, more than a little. His cock was enormous. Could I take it all?
Did I even want to? Yes, I did, god help me. I wanted every sensation this man
could give me, and damn the consequences.
    “Yes, sweet. I
mean I would like you to suck me until I come. Suck me off. Would you do that
for me?” Dreamily, I heard the words, suck me off , the delicious
naughtiness of them landing deep in my belly somewhere, and I answered with
perfect honesty.
    “Russ, all I
can do is try. I would love to try. Your cock is beautiful.”
    His gentle chuckle
warmed me, as much as his big hands, which were stroking me like a cat again.
“Here, put the quilt around you, I don’t want you to get cold.”
    He put the
quilt around me and then lay down, spreading his legs wide. His beautiful cock
stood proudly, bobbing a little, a deeply erotic, glorious sight that I didn’t
think I could get enough of. The head was dripping with pre-cum that had run
down in rivulets when he turned over. Suddenly, all I could think of was
tasting that. Russ read my mind, or my face, again, and said with a rough edge
to his voice, “You can taste it if you want. It will taste a little salty.”
    I was drunk
with the idea of tasting him, licking that clear juice from him and taking him
into my mouth, where I would play him with my tongue. With a groan of pleasure,
I knelt and leaned over him, bracing myself on either side with a
quilt-enfolded arm. My first taste of a real man was like manna, and the scent
spoke to something primal inside me. A deep wave of pleasure radiated from my
belly outward, making my nipples tingle and my core pulsate.
    I knew in that
moment that this was going to be my nirvana, the sex act that gave me the most
pleasure of all, a gift only I could provide to a man of my choice. Closing my
eyes in ecstasy, I wrapped my tongue and lips around the enormous head and slid
downward, moaning all the way.
    Russ’s hands
came up to clamp my head tightly as I reached the furthest point I could
without gagging. I was only about halfway down the shaft, and my head was
immobilized. Didn’t he want me to go further?
    “Fuck, Kitten,
that feels amazing. Are you moaning for your pleasure, or mine?” I couldn’t
answer, my mouth was full to overflowing with his meat, but if he liked the
moaning, I would give him more. Pushing a little volume, I moaned again deep in
my throat, and tried to put all the pleasure I was feeling into it.
    Finally, Russ
let go of my head, and I could try for a little more depth, but I gagged and
had to come up. To make sure he knew I wasn’t gagging because I didn’t like
what I was doing, I sucked until my cheeks were hollow, and twisted my head a
bit as I came up. Russ’s hands were there again, and he pulled me all the way
off him, in spite of my mewl of protest.
    “Kitten, you
love that, don’t you?”
    All I could do
was nod, too overcome with delirium to speak.
    “Would you
like me to teach you how to please me the best that way?”
    “Oh, god, yes,
Russ. Teach me everything.”
    “That’s my
girl,” he said again.
    “Do you have a
strong gag reflex?” Russ’s voice was soft and seductive, even