She gratified me without regard for her own gratification—but she seemed satisfied with the exchange she had arranged for us, which consisted of her pleasuring me and me impatiently wishing for her to (((just let me have fun with your genitals already.)))
And I say that she seemed ‘satisfied’ because she nearly severed one button on a brand-new shirt as she all but ripped it off and shoved me onto the bed, eliciting a surprised shout-laugh out of me, then yanked off my pants and then my panties, exposing my pussy—the whole time with a riveting, ravenous, serial-killer grin. She threw her purse on the bed and took off her own shirt, then unclasped her bra and freed her breasts. I ogled them as she crawled over me and dangled them over my chest. I chanced squeezing them and was rewarded with the satisfying sensation of pillowy flesh filling the gaps between my fingers.
I massaged them like a cat kneading her owner’s lap, simultaneously relaxing and exciting myself. “Having fun, Andy?” I nodded with the familiar smile of a drunkard. “You know, you’ve never sucked my nips.” I sent a kiss her way over-the-air and she caught it and put it in her pocket, then dragged her tits across my face. I gloried at their softness, and bunched them up so that her small-ish nipples were touching, and per her suggestion I nibbled both of them with my lips, a tactile pleasure I wished I’d tried sooner; and while I so entertained myself with her tits, she hummed contentedly and stroked my hair.
Then, suddenly, she announced, “Okay, I need to—I need to eat your pussy now.”
“‘Need’?”
“Yes. That’s how I get off.”
“Um. Okay, go ahead.”
“Before I start… have you been tested?”
“Yes, Friday, during my fitness for duty exam, all swabs negative.”
“Perfect.”
She backed up until her head hovered above my vulva and stared between my tits into my eyes. Thoughts flocked and flew and flung themselves about my head as I stared back at her, my neck bent forward at a ninety-degree angle; I wondered when she was going to start, what it would be like, whether I would enjoy it—when she answered all of these questions by bringing her head down and tickling my labia with a kiss, taking little steps upward with her lips until she arrived at my clitoris—
My head wrenched back into the pillows as she sucked, sending a buzz up my stomach and spine and forcing me to stretch every muscle in my body. I gasped at the force of the pleasure, and instinctively laid my hands on her head and followed its movements. I managed to gasp, “(Finger.)” She obliged me with a digit up my hole, completing my pleasure circuit. As she massaged my most vital organs, internal and external, every little push of her finger was a moment spent basking in the pure and peaceful meadows of heaven, and every swirl of her tongue was a moment of being ravished in the most sensual and decadent circle of hell. With each passing second living on both sides of the eternal world to come, my moaning grew in volume, and I felt the pressure within my loins build and build until—
“Stop,” I commanded. She stopped, just short of giving me my orgasm. Momentarily, I regretted the command, because it was agonizing to go from a hundred miles per hour to parked one sixteenth of an inch short of the finish line in less than a second… but I couldn’t stand being the center of attention any longer.
“Are you okay, Andy?”
I panted. “I’m fine.”
“No… problems?”
“Nope, I just…”
“So… Do you still want to have sex?”
“I do, but I want to be the one doing the pleasing. I want to… um… give you oral.”
“You don’t have to do that.” Her patience wavered.
“I want to.”
“I would prefer to be the one doing the eating.” She sounded irritated, but at the same time sympathetic towards my desire.
“Up until now it’s been all about my pleasure. You deserve some now. It’s your turn to feel good.”
“Just let me do all the work, Andrea,” she said flatly.
I was sick of not being able to pleasure her. “No. I won’t let you eat my pussy until you let me eat yours.”
“You’re so close, though—I need to finish you.” She seemed to be in as much pre-orgasmic agony as I was. Maybe more. Which gave me an idea…
“I don’t cum till you cum. If you don’t accept those terms, I revoke my consent until you change your mind. Your move.”
“This is sexual coercion, Andy.”
“Are you seriously trying to tell me… that I am sexually coercing you by revoking my consent? That, since you need so badly to make me cum, that I owe you consent?”
Her frustration dissolved into something only vaguely resembling resignation; I detected a hint of disdain. “Point taken.” She got off the bed, unbuttoned and removed her jeans. “Get ready for the best ‘pussy’ you’ll ever have.” Her words would have excited me were it not for their dark tone. She pulled down her panties without spreading her shapely legs. I savored the privilege of gazing upon her naked body.
But something was missing.
“Okay… Now, lie down and spread your legs. Show me your pussy.”
She turned around and fell onto the mattress, landed on her back, then scooted backwards fully onto the bed, all the while keeping her legs glued together.
I crawled to the foot of the bed, gently grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs—but I did not find what I had assumed would be at their intersection.
“Well? Are you going to ‘eat me out’?”
“Um.” I was not expecting what I found, and I needed to rewrite my entire script.
“No? Changed your mind? Can’t figure it out? Grossed out?”
((I’ve seen this before, but not on a woman.))
((Hmm…))
((I wonder.))
“I guess I’m not eating you out.” I kept a straight face.
“That’s what I thought.” She started to get up.
I ran my hand up her ankle, dragged my grip up her calf, rubbed her inner thigh, and stopped an inch short of my goal. She froze, her eyes wide with surprise. I brushed my fingertips across her skin further up, eliciting a shiver, until they were right next to those floppy six inches of her. I unfurled it and gave it a gentle squeeze. Like her earlobes, it was soft and delicate and suckable. My lips turned up in a lustful smirk, and her expression of shock turned into an expression of pleased surprise.
“I’m not really sure how this thing works,” I lied, “I barely know how my own genitals work. Would you mind telling me how to… get it ready for my mouth?”
“Um… Shyeah. First… you can pull down the foreskin.”
I played with the skin on the outside, wrapped my hand around it and carefully peeled it back, and watched everything grow until the vaguely mushroom-shaped contents were wholly exposed at the end of about two stacked Red Bull cans’ worth of flesh. A wild, famished grin gradually parted my lips. “Oh, my! It’s way bigger than I thought it would be.” I gave the firm shaft a squeeze and giggled. “It was so soft but now it’s petrified!”
“That’s part of the magic of cocks.”
I rubbed the tip and listened to her quiet humming, then ran a finger along its soft underside. “Does this feel good?”
“(Mm.) Yes. It does.”
I noticed that a droplet of precum had pooled at the opening. I wetted the tip of a finger with it and tested its properties—thin and slippery, not unlike my own juices. I used it to lubricate her head, but there wasn’t enough of the stuff, so I reached inside my pussy and got some of my own lubricant and rubbed it all over the tip of her cock like it was a giant clitoris, starting at the hole and working my way down… “How about this?”
…and as I reached the rim, she let out the agonized breath she’d been holding in. “(H-h. Yes.)”
I brought my face up close to it, observed it, and in doing so, breathed on it. It replied with an eager twitch, a satisfying reaction. Her Burgundy-nuanced perfume sensuously assaulted me. I kissed the underside, and she grunted quietly. “Did that feel good?”
“Yes, but mostly because it was super intimate. And sexy.”
I looked her in the eye as I licked the little fold of skin on the underside of the head.
She whispered, “(Fuck.)”
I wrapped my hand around the shaft and gave it a gentle tug, like the piston of a steam locomotive just getting started. “And that?”
“(Yes…)”
I moved my hand up and down the shaft, just like in the straight porn I’d watched out of curiosity; I stretched the loose skin up and over the tip, and noted her pleased growl. “Why were you afraid to show me your cock?”
“It’s complicated.”
“I’m a detective. I eat complications like I eat Cinnamon Toasties.” I licked it between strokes, taking in her scent the whole time.
“(Damn, this is so fucking hot.) Alright. Long story short, whenever I have sex with cisgender people—outside of when I was doing escort work where my dick was the primary draw for men—they usually have no idea I’m trans, and I prefer to keep it that way because out of the dozen or so times the truth came out, ninety-nine percent of them either ran away or tried to hurt me on the spot, like I was the Creature from the Black Lagoon.”
“Or like a vampire.”
“Exactly.”
“I’m not that type of person. You haven’t known me long, but you should know that much by now.”
“(I… just…) have a hard time… trusting cisgender people.”
“Okay. I think I get it, so I hope you don’t feel pressured when I ask… Do you trust me now?”
Her reply was not instantaneous, but I didn’t expect it to be. I patiently pumped away at her cock, and tried to steel myself for a possibly negative or ambivalent answer. But it was neither. “(Absolutely.)” There was a finality to the utterance that I did not pick up on in the moment.
I smiled. “That’s a relief. And in case you haven’t figured it out, I trust you. But now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s get back to the sex.”
“I would appreciate that. Blow me.”
“Yes, ma’am!” She giggled. I placed my lips on the tip, then slowly accepted her cock until the whole thing stretched my lips and filled my mouth. She groaned the whole way, until my nose was buried in her bush…
A sharp aroma,
carried by
A subtle current
to my nose,
Which strikes me with
intensity
Of fragrancy
and heavy body
First sang the coffee,
roasted dark
And freshly ground,
put through the press
Then poured while hot
to be consumed
As black as jet—
and I for once
Enjoy my piping mug of
joe
No sugar to adulterate—
The cream, though,
I do so much crave.
My horniness rocketed to its peak. I pulled back until only the head was in my mouth and sucked. She whined. I sustained the vacuum while massaging the underside with my tongue. She placed her hands on my head and gave it a gentle nudge, so I gave her what she wanted and thrust my head back down, then up, then down, ad infinitum, eliciting heavy breathing and hums and grunts from her throat. I played with my clitoris, synchronizing the rhythms of my fingers and my head-bobbing, feeding my need for touch but failing to gratify myself even as I inserted my finger and rubbed my G-spot, only growing more and more unsatisfied with each touch of excitement; each time her cock filled my mouth, my nose was blasted with her scent—until her brand had boiled all my mind into steam as my pussy burned for her. Eventually my desire became so overwhelming that I couldn’t continue sucking. Reluctantly, yet somehow also eagerly, I took my mouth off of her cock.
I needed more.
“Andy—why—(why did you stop?)” she asked anxiously.
“(I… don’t… know,)” I murmured, hypnotized as I watched her cock bounce anxiously with each beat of her heart. It looked like it needed my pussy as much as my pussy needed it. And it was everything I needed.
“What do you mean? Sucking dick shouldn’t require you to think straight. Or think at all.”
“(I… need…)” I informed her in a monotone, mesmerized by her pulsating cock.
“You need what?”
(((Cocks belong in vaginas. They’re designed for each other. It’s natural. It’s meant to be inside me. It must go inside me. I need it. I need what it has to offer me.))) I crawled over her until our parts were right next to each other, separated by just a few inches.
“(Andy, what are you doing…?)” she asked, warily. I grabbed her cock and guided it as I lowered myself onto it…
I felt a rush like going 30 over the limit on the interstate explode in my vagina and shoot up my spine into my brain as the tip passed through my entrance, forcing a shrill sigh from my throat and encouraging me to keep going. It made a deliciously wet noise as it entered me, and I relished the feeling of fullness as I took in all 8 inches of her. We moaned in parallel as my pussy accepted her cock as the selfless heroine accepts her destiny for the greater good. “(Ohhhhh)—fuck… You dirty, sexy girl.”
I lifted my hips, then brought them down, grunting in satisfaction once it was all the way inside again. She threw her head back with a groan. “(Ahhhhh…)” With determination and deliberation I repeated the motions, over and over and over again, as we both moaned like whores. She asked, “Are you sure you—(mhh)—wanna do this—(hah)—raw?”
All I could think about was her cock being inside me, spreading me, filling me, completing me. “I just… need you inside me. To the very end.”
She lifted me by the hips then let me back down, and I swallowed her once more. “(Your pussy… God damn…)” We worked together to bring me up and down again and again—our love-making boiled over. “Oh, God, yes… (Fuck… fuck… hah… fuck… hah…)” Her limited lexicon gradually devolved into horny vocalizations. As she ceased using words, I lowered my chest onto hers, eased as far up her cock as I could go, until just the tip was tickling my entrance and I could feel that beautiful rush, so that my lips could reach her neck, so that I could kiss her gently on the throat; but I could only go so long without that feeling of fullness.
Our bodies resumed moving together, me rocking my hips against hers, her thrusting her cock into my pussy, both of us working towards the same goal. I remember her regaining a limited ability to speak, whispering between moans in the midst of our lovemaking, “(God… your pussy is… driving me… crazy, it’s… practically designed… for my cock… slick… and strong… and pretty… I just want… to… cum… inside…)”
As her movements became more exaggerated, she warned me, “Andy, I’m gonna cum—(mmh)—in a few seconds—(ah)—you need to get off of me.”
“I need your cock,” I insisted as I continued to ride her.
“You don’t need to do anything for me, I can finish myself off.”
“I need you to—(mmh)—be inside of me when you—(hahhh)—cum. I need it.”
“Oh, Christ, I can’t believe this is really happening—but—Andy, for your sake you—(mhh)—you need to get—(hah)—off of my—”
“Please don’t make me get off.” Up and down and up and down I went, impaled upon her cock.
“We need to pull out—if I cum inside you, you might get pregnant—but—but God I want to be—inside you when I—oh, yes-fuck-I’m—cummi—ah—hah—inside—you—yes—ah—O Ishtar! I must be dreaming…” She grunted and grimaced blissfully and her hips jerked greedily. I devoted every hungry joule in my body to riding her cock as her chest heaved and she breathed in aggressive gasps— “(Hahh, hahh, hahh, fuck, ah…)” —and her eyes rolled back and her fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips and slammed me down onto her cock and held me there as she began to—