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that, needed that more than anything.
     
    “I'm going to undo these handcuffs, Marissa,” he said.
     
    For a brief moment I felt a flash of disappointment. Was it all over? Was he content to just make me come, experience that brief ecstasy, and let me go? I hoped that wasn't all. I heard the key make a small click and then felt the cuffs slide off my hands. He reached over and put them on the table in front of me. I sat still in the chair, desperately hoping this wasn't all.
     
    “Stand up,” he said. As I did so, I heard him slide away the chair that stood between us and put a strong hand on my shoulder. That reassuring hand. At that moment, I knew it wasn't over. He turned me toward him as though I were his dance partner, and I looked into his soft, sexy dark eyes. His mouth moved toward mine and our lips met in a delicate kiss. He was gentle with me, tender even.
     
    Our tongues met, and as we kissed I realized that he was tasting me. He took his time, kissing me as though he were savoring me. I felt another rush of excitement as he pressed his body against mine. I could feel his hard-on strain against his jeans.
     
    “I'm horny for you, Marissa,” he said.
     
    I laughed. “I sure hope you are, after what you did for me.” I looked into his eyes. I wanted to take him home with me to New York. I didn't want this to be our only meeting. But I knew that it probably was. It was a moment I wanted to freeze in time.
     
    “Let me do something for you,” I said. “Let me make you feel good.” I looked again into his eyes and then turned my gaze down toward his bulging crotch. I could only begin to imagine the size of his cock. Slowly, I got down on my knees, and my fingers unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them downward. He was wearing black boxer briefs and there was an enormous bulge in them. I licked my lips.
     
    I pulled down his briefs and admired his cock. It had to have been over ten inches long, and thick too. I wasn't a porn star, there was no way I'd deep throat the thing, but I had other tricks up my sleeve. I could see a bit of clear pre-come on the head of his cock and I put my lips around it. He tasted clean and slightly salty. The hunger in my pussy grew as my lips moved over and down his shaft. He arched his head backward and moaned, putting his hands in my hair and holding onto my head.
     
    I placed one hand on the base of his cock and began to stroke it up and down as I swallowed what I could of his length. He felt thick around my fingers and in my mouth. I squeezed with my hand to increase the pressure on his shaft as I swallowed him. I could hear his breathing deepen. Now it was his turn to feel the ache. I'd bring him to the brink, as close to ecstasy as possible, but I wanted to save his finish for my pussy. He'd have to come in my dark, wet, aching hole.
     
    I took one of my hands and gently caressed his balls. They felt soft and delicate. I knew that he'd feel pleasure from feeling so vulnerable, that the lightest touch on his balls as my tongue danced around the head of his cock would send him careening further on the path to sweet oblivion.
     
    “You're very skilled, Marissa,” he said. His eyes were still closed and he moaned. My saliva coated the upper half of his cock and I felt his heat increase as I worked my lips and tongue around his shaft.
     
    “Do you trust me?” I said. I looked up at him, and our eyes met again. His eyes said 'I do.'
     
    I took my middle finger and put it in my mouth to moisten it, then held it up for a moment so he could see it glisten. As I moved my mouth back onto the head of his cock, opening wide to accommodate its girth in my mouth, I gently moved my wet middle finger behind his balls and followed his perineum until I reached the tight muscular entrance of his ass. I slid the tip of my finger in gently. He gasped in surprise then moaned loudly, and I felt his fingers tighten their grip on my hair. His hips thrust forward and I gagged momentarily