Chapter 2 part 6 A Submissive Female Of New York City

 
                              Chapter 2 part 6
A Submissive Female Of New York City

"No," Phil panted. His jerking cock tapped Sue's nose.

Good. Sue stuck out her tongue and drew it along the tender underside of his cock, the epicenter of male sexuality. This is where fingers went to masturbate, a tiny ridge of passion. Sue flicked it like a banjo, sending surges of feeling up and down Phil's body. He could endure no more. He grabbed her head and pushed it onto his cock. His hips thrust into her.

I'm in her mouth, he thought savagely, frenziedly. This whore has me in her mouth. Her magic tongue was sending nuclear fire through him. One thought alone burned into his brain. She's going to swallow—swallow—

and then—

He had done it. He had cum on a woman's tongue, for the first time in his life. Had he been too rough? Had he hurt her?

She was slithering up his body, a definite smirk on her face. She opened her mouth. He saw his essence lying there. She swallowed it.

His eyes widened, too deeply moved for words. She took him in her arms, holding him against her breasts.

"Was that," she asked, "everything you hoped it would be?"

"Everything," he said. He held onto her tightly. "Thank you so much. I'll never forget this, as long as I live."

She smiled. "How long are you here?"

"I leave on Saturday." It was Monday night.

"We don't have much time," she replied, making another lunge for his cock.

Phil had to block her.

"I can't."

"You can't cum more than once? Damn."

She decided not to mention that Keith had easily been able to do it, at least when he was Phil's age. "How long before you'd be up for another round?"

"Tomorrow morning?"

Sue looked at him thoughtfully. "I think we could work that out. Meet me at my office." She walked to the desk and wrote an address on the writing pad.

Phil didn't want her to leave, but she was a married woman and there were limits to how late she could stay. He stared at her body as she dressed.

"I had a wonderful time, sweetie." She kissed him. "You be a good boy now." She pinched his cheek before leaving.

Phil tried to take stock of his emotions. How often he had longed for his mother to call him a good boy when he was little, but he was past that now. Or was he?

Still, he had a feeling of warmth and contentment inside, quite a contrast to the feelings of abandonment and isolation he often felt after paid sex. His heart and cock felt deeply, warmly satisfied, and yet at the same time hungry for more. He was still naked, still wet, still pondering these thoughts, when he fell asleep.

end of chapter 2