Timing
by The Cat

I've  always  had a gift for timing. All my friends have commented on it
at  one  time or another. If I'm looking for a parking space, a good one
opens  up  as I'm about to pass. If the roof of my apartment is going to
cave  in,  it'll  happen  the  day  after  I move out. I don't win every
contest,  or  have  money fall out of the sky when I walk past, but good
things  tend  to  happen  to  me because I have a knack for being in the
right place at the right time. This story is the most extreme example of
my good fortune.

I was shopping up in San Francisco a few years back, just trying to find
some  used  books  and compact discs for my collection. Frankly, the day
wasn't  going  very  well  -  I hadn't managed to find anything I'd been
looking  for.  I  had spent some six hours searching every place I could
think of and was ready to pack it in. Before heading to the BART station
and  returning  to  Daly  City  where  my  car waited, I wanted to use a
restroom  and  have a soda. In the neighborhood in which I found myself,
just off Geary, the only place to do either was a small bar.

It  was  early  yet,  around  about six-thirty, and the place was nearly
empty.  There  were  two  or  three  guys  at  the bar itself, obviously
regulars,  but  my eyes were drawn to one of the three groups spread out
across  the  floor.  There  were  three  beautiful women at the table, a
blonde  and  two  brunettes.  They were slender and supple with flawless
skin  and hair that had to have been expensively done. As I tried not to
stare,  I wasn't sure, but I thought they looked familiar. I went to the
bathroom,  got  a  soda  from  the  bar,  and  sat close enough to be in
earshot.

In  the  process  of  seating myself, I recognized the blonde as Rebecca
Romijn,  star of more than one of my Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issues.
My pulse quickened and I forced myself to act casually as I sat and took
a  drink.  I had to go say something. One doesn't get a chance to meet a
supermodel  just  every  day. I had to keep cool though or I'd just come
off  as  some  rabid  fan,  which  I  definitely was not. I mean, sure I
enjoyed  looking  at  her  pictures,  but  I only got the swimsuit issue
because  I  had  a subscription to SI. Then again, perhaps that's just a
defense mechanism talking. After all, I had recognized her.

I  was pulled out of my reverie by the conversation I could just hear at
their table. They weren't speaking loudly, but I have very good hearing.
One  of  the brunettes was speaking to the other, "Liz, you have to stop
beating yourself up about this. It's not your fault."

"I  don't  know,  Cindy.  I mean, if I . . . gave him what he wanted, he
wouldn't  have done it, would he?" This one was facing away from me, but
I could hear the cultured tones of a British accent.

"He  might  have, Liz," piped in Rebecca. "After all, slumming must have
been part of the appeal. I mean, look at the woman he picked up."

That stopped Liz short. "You think he's done this before, don't you?"

Cindy  and  Rebecca looked at each other. Neither of them seemed to want
to  speak.  Cindy finally broke the silence, "I hate to say it, Liz, but
he  probably has. I mean, he knew where to go and what to do to pick one
up. She was probably a . . . specific request, too."

"What do you mean?"

"Well,  look  at  you, his fiancé: a slender, beautiful, classy, British
woman.  Look  at  what he picked up: a large, black streetwalker." Cindy
sighed,  "If he was doing it to fantasize about you sucking his cock, he
probably would have wanted a woman closer to your body type.

"Then  there's  the  fact  that he didn't take her to his hotel room. He
took  her  to  the backseat of a car. I hate to say it, Liz, but there's
more to this than you not giving him head. He may have a danger fetish -
getting  a  blowjob from a hooker in the back of a car qualifies - or he
may just want sex to be sleazy."

Rebecca  chimed in, "Cindy let's get back to the subject. Maybe Hugh has
some  sexual issues that he hasn't told you about, Liz, but that doesn't
make  what  he  did right. It was wrong and you shouldn't have to put up
with it. I mean, the health risk alone. . . ."

Liz took a drink from her martini and sighed, "You're right. I love him,
but  I'm  so mad at him right now I just want to get back at him. I want
to hurt him like he's hurt me. I just feel like having sex with the next
guy  I  see!" My already rapid pulse jumped at that, giving me an almost
painfully hard erection.

Cindy said, "Why don't you?"

Liz's jaw dropped slightly. "I should have an affair?"

"What's  good  for  the gander is good for the goose. Go fuck some guy's
brains  out. Do everything he wants, then tell Hugh what you've done and
why. He can't exactly get mad at this point."

"Hmmm, you know Eric's been looking pretty good lately. . . ."

"Uh uh," said Cindy quickly. "Don't make it someone you know. That would
just complicate things."

"I  should  just  take  some stranger to my bed?" Liz sounded absolutely
scandalized.

"Exactly!" Cindy's voice grew firm. "Liz, if you want to do this, go all
out.  Get  kinky.  Take  some  guy to bed and do everything he wants. Do
everything  Hugh's  ever  asked  you  to  do.  Do everything you've ever
thought of doing."

I  could  practically  hear the light bulb turn on over Liz's head, "And
then go back to Hugh and rub his nose in it. I think I like the sound of
this."

"Who  knows," added Cindy, "you may find that you like some of it too. I
know  it  sounds cliché, but you really never do know until you've tried
it.  I'd  always  thought that anal sex just sounds sick, but I tried it
once with Richard and I've never looked back. It's just so intense."

Rebecca  broke  in  with, "My favorite is when a guy comes on my tits. I
just love the feel of it spraying all over me."

"I'll  do it." Liz asserted. "The next guy who so much as talks to me is
in for the ride of his life!"

I  knew  a  cue  when  I  heard  it.  "Do  you  mean  that?"  The  three
internationally  famous supermodels looked up at me, seeming to suddenly
remember  that  they  were  having  this conversation in a public place.
Silence  reigned  for  a moment as they sized me up. I'm about six-three
with a decent build and long, flowing blond hair. I've always been told,
though, that my eyes are my best feature. I've often been told that they
are a penetrating blue-green.

Liz considered me for a moment as Cindy and Rebecca watched her, waiting
for  her  reply.  Liz stood up, resplendent in her soft, short, clinging
black  dress.  She  finished  her  martini  and  said,  "Yes. My name is
Elizabeth Hurley and I'll be your sex toy tonight."

I  started  to  introduce  myself,  but  she quickly stepped forward and
placed  her  hand  over my mouth. I noticed that it was shaking slightly
and there was a pleading look in her eyes as she said, "No. Please. I'll
take  you to my hotel room and do anything you want, but you must remain
a stranger." She withdrew her hand.

I  arched  my  eyebrow, "Anything?" She didn't meet my eyes, but nodded,
once.  "Deal,"  I said, and we left arm-in-arm to hail a cab. In the cab
she  was  clearly  nervous,  and  I  started to speak two or three times
without  success.  It  is  difficult to make small talk with someone who
wants to know nothing about you. So instead I reached up and stroked her
soft  cheek,  turning  her  to face me. Uncertainty shone clearly in her
eyes.  I slowly brought my lips to hers, giving her ample opportunity to
turn her head away. She did not, and we kissed gently. After a moment, I
pulled  back  and  stroked  her silky hair as her eyes fluttered open. I
looked  deeply  into those beautiful windows to her soul. "I'm not going
to  hurt you, Liz. I'm not going to try to take this beyond tonight. And
I'm not going to go to the press with this."

She  seemed  to  relax  a  bit  at  that.  "Thank you. It's one thing to
contemplate  a  liaison  like  this.  It's quite something else again to
actually  do it." I moved in to kiss her again and she moved to meet me.
This  time I slid my tongue between her lips and she opened her mouth to
me.  We became lost in the pleasure of the kiss, our tongues melting and
dancing  together,  until  the cabbie finally had to knock loudly on the
divider  to  get  our attention. Before I could get my wallet out, she'd
gotten money from her purse and paid him.

In  short order we were in the elevator, headed for the eighth floor. No
sooner had she pushed the button then my arms were around her, embracing
her  slender  form  tightly as I pulled her back into a deep kiss. I was
still confining my hands to her back. As much as I wanted to explore her
magnificent body, I was relishing the anticipation.

We  had  our arms around each other as we made our way down the hall. As
she stopped to fish her room key out of her purse, I slid my arms around
her  from  behind, pulling her tight against me and pressing my erection
into  the  firm softness of her ass. She rewarded me with a moan and her
head  hung  forward  for a moment as she savored the sensation. Then the
door  was open and she pulled me inside, sliding the Do Not Disturb sign
into place before closing and locking us inside the spacious suite.

Being  alone with me in her hotel room seemed to remind her what she was
doing.  She  trembled  slightly  as she leaned against the door. I could
practically hear her wonder what I was going to do next. A lustful smile
lit  my  face  as  I  put  a  hand on either side of her, corralling her
against  the  door, and leaned in to kiss her ardently. She returned the
kiss,  but  I  could  feel  some  reservations  in  her,  as though some
deep-seated  inhibitions  had  risen,  forming  a wall between us. I was
torn.  Part  of  me wanted to be a gentleman and offer to let her out of
this.  The  rest of me wanted to tear her clothes off and have her every
way I could think of until I had to be hospitalized for dehydration.

I've  never  been  sure  if  it  is  my strength or my weakness that the
gentleman in me always seems to win.

I  drew  back  from  the  kiss,  stroked  her  cheek  and  said, "Liz, I
understand if you want to back out of this."

She  took  a  deep  breath, which had the effect of pressing her breasts
against me, and said, "Thank you. I do want to back out of this. But I'm
not  going  to.  I'll never have the courage to try this again." She ran
her  fingers  through my hair. "You frighten and excite me. Tonight I am
yours."

I  yanked  her  tightly  against  me as I thrust my tongue back into her
mouth.  She  moaned  into my mouth as I slide my hands down the satin of
her dress to roughly fondle her marvelous ass. After a moment of this, I
grabbed her hair with my right hand and pulled her head to one side as I
began  nibbling  and  biting her exposed ear, neck and shoulder. She was
gasping  into  my ear as my left hand found the zipper and slid it down.
She  slid  out  of the dress without hesitation. I pulled back to take a
good look at her.

Her  smooth skin was flawless and creamy. Her body was long and slender,
but   not   bone-skinny.  She  had  enough  curves  to  be  clearly  and
delightfully feminine. I could feel the glint in my eye as I looked over
The  Body  that Launched a Thousand Wet Dreams, covered only barely by a
black, lace, push-up bra and black, lace, french-cut panties.

I  couldn't  take it any more. I'd been hard as diamond for over an hour
and  feared  that  if  I didn't get some release soon I might come in my
pants. "Kneel, Liz." My voice was firm and urgent.

That  she licked her lips was probably a nervous reaction just then, but
it  only made me throb harder. She did kneel, tentatively, on the carpet
in front of me and I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, sliding them down
my  thighs.  She  was  staring at my crotch, though whether with lust or
fear  I  couldn't  tell. I slid down my underwear and she gasped softly,
the parting of her lips making my cock jump with anticipation.

"Touch  me," I said gently. She reached up with her left hand and gently
ran  her  fingers  across  the  skin of my cock. "Go ahead," I prompted,
"explore me." Her right hand joined her left now, caressing and stroking
me  up, down and around the shaft, then down to my balls, squeezing them
gently,  before  running  one hand back up to the head where she let her
fingers play across the tip. Fascinated as she was, she seemed surprised
that  her fingers came away sticky with my natural lubricant. She rubbed
them together.

"Lick  it from your fingers, Liz." She hesitated, so I continued, "Taste
it."  I  held  my  breath  as I watched her close her eyes and bring her
fingers into her mouth, sucking the juice from them. She held them there
for  a moment, cheeks made hollow by her suction on the three fingertips
of  her  left  hand held tightly between her glistening lips. It took an
act  of  will  not  to explode all over her beautiful face at the sight.
When she brought her fingers back out of her mouth, I caressed her face,
tilting it so she'd look me in the eye, and said, "Now taste me."

Her  eyes  darted  down  and she blushed. "I . . . I've never . . . done
this before."

I  had to control my breathing, but I managed to keep my voice firm, yet
gentle. "That's why you're here, though, isn't it?"

Her  breath  was coming quickly. She was nervous, but still had one hand
idly  stroking me. She looked up at me, meeting my eye, and nodded once,
firmly.  I  must  have sighed audibly with relief. I was still concerned
that  she'd back out at the last moment and leave me with a serious case
of  blue balls. Instead this beautiful international supermodel had just
committed  to  giving her first blowjob, with me as the lucky recipient.
"Umm . . . how shall I proceed?"

I  managed  to  resist an urge to put a hand on the back of her head and
ram  myself  down her throat. "Start by licking me." She closed her eyes
and  slowly  extended her tongue. It was dry when it met the shaft of my
cock,  about halfway down, but it still sent a thrill through my system.
She  dabbed at me this way twice more, and I could feel the saliva start
to  come.  She  took  a deep breath, screwed up her courage, and ran her
tongue  all  the  way up to the tip and flicked off. "Yes," I sighed, so
she  did  it  again.  Then  again.  Hearing more sounds of pleasure, she
started  to get the idea, licking me up and down like a popsicle, slowly
developing more confidence as my sounds grew encouraging. I just let her
lick  me  for  a  good,  long time before I gave her her next direction.
"Don't forget my balls." At my words she licked her way down and swirled
her  tongue, then, showing initiative, took them into her mouth one at a
time, sucking them gently. It felt wonderful.

"The  head,  Liz, now the head." She kissed her way back up my cock, her
tongue  dancing  delightfully  as  she  french-kissed  the tip. I knew I
wouldn't be long in coming now, and I had every intention of doing it in
her  mouth.  "Suck  it, Liz. Suck my cock." I expected her to pause, but
she  didn't. She opened her mouth and took me in. I reveled in the sight
of my cock passing her wet, cupid-bow lips.

"OW!  Careful  of  your  teeth!" She hadn't bitten me, but her teeth had
scraped me painfully.

She  immediately  popped me out of her mouth, apologizing, "Oh, God! I'm
sorry!  Did I hurt you?" Any pain I'd felt was banished by the sight and
sensation  of her rubbing my cock against her cheek, nuzzling me even as
she apologized.

"I'm okay, just . . . be careful. And kiss it better." I'll never forget
the  smile  she  gave me just then. It was pure lust. I don't know if it
was  me  or the joy of finding a new, previously forbidden pleasure, but
just  then  I didn't care. She set about passionately kissing every inch
of  my  cock and balls before taking me back into her mouth. Her suction
was  smooth and strong as her head bobbed up and down on my cock, taking
me  from  the  edge  of  her  lips to the back of her mouth, and ever so
slightly into her throat. My knees were getting weak. She had about half
of  my  cock  in her mouth and I seriously considered putting my hand on
her head and seeing how much she could take. "Later," I thought.

Then  it  became  hard to think. Her head was whipping up and down while
her  hands  were  everywhere her mouth was not, squeezing, caressing and
stroking.  Suddenly  the  moment  arrived.  "Here  I  come," was all the
warning I gave her and I exploded into her mouth. I don't think I'd ever
produced  as  much  in  my life as I did in her mouth right then. I just
kept  coming  and  coming. She must have swallowed five or six mouthfuls
and still didn't get everything.

When  she  came up gasping for air, right hand still pumping my cock for
more,  my  semen  was  trickling down from the corners of her mouth. She
licked  and  kissed  the  head, getting the last little dribbles, before
sitting  back  and  wiping  the  sides of her face with her fingers. She
moved as if to wipe them on a nearby kleenex, then stopped, looked up at
me and with a smile sucked them into her mouth. "I really rather enjoyed
that. And I take it by your shouting that you did too."

"Mmmm . . . oh, Liz. That was fantastic."

"So what happens now?"

"My  turn."  Taking  her  hands I stood her up, pulling her into a tight
embrace.  I  began  nibbling at her ear, working my way down her neck to
her  shoulder.  By  now I had run my hands over her back a few times and
felt  confident  that  I  knew  how  the clasp on her bra worked. In one
movement,  I  undid  it and slid it off of her. I heard her gasp softly,
but  didn't  actually  see  her  reaction.  I  was  too  busy biting her
shoulder.

Not  one  to lose momentum, I scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
Then  it  was  time  to  begin really exploring her. Much as I wanted to
attack  her  breasts,  I let the anticipation build by starting with her
arms.  I  stroked and kissed each one in turn, running from the shoulder
to the wrist. A nibble and lick here, a nuzzle there, and suction at the
pulse  points.  It  was  while sucking on her wrist that I began to play
with  her hands, massaging the palm with my thumb for a moment before my
mouth  took  its  place.  Each finger got special attention, licking and
sucking  as  I went. Just before moving on, I caught her eye and slid my
tongue between her fingers, offering her a taste of what was to come.

Through  all of this, Liz just gave herself to the pleasure; she moaned,
sighed  and  cooed  with pleasure at every turn. Occasionally she'd say,
"Yes,"  or  "Oh,  God,  yes!"  when I hit a spot she wanted to get extra
attention.  A glance at her nipples showed them rock hard and aching for
my mouth. I chose to tease us both further.

Taking  her  gently  by  the  shoulders,  I rolled her over. Just as she
started  to  ask  what  was  wrong I began rubbing her shoulders and her
question  died  unspoken.  Sitting on her lovely ass I slowly gave her a
deep  massage, periodically kissing and biting various spots as I worked
my  way down her back, shifting myself onto the bed in time to slide her
panties down her legs and off. Then I continued the massage with her ass
cheeks,  thighs  and calves. I used my mouth more actively through here,
starting  by  biting  her  ass  and  continuing to kiss her silky thighs
wherever  my  hands  went, lingering over the backs of her knees. Down I
went until I was giving her a foot massage as I kissed her instep.

"Roll  over," I said and she practically jumped to it. I started working
my way back up her legs and she began grinding her hips in anticipation.
When  I reached her sweet, sweet pussy I lingered with my lips just over
hers. I breathed hot air and she couldn't take it any longer.

"Please," she begged with some urgency. "Kiss me there too."

I lingered for a moment before replying, "Not just yet."

She  made a sound of frustrated desire and thrust her hips up, but I had
already  moved  on  to  her abdomen, kissing my way up her flat stomach.
Finally I came to her breasts, and she shuddered out a "yes" as I took a
nipple  into  my  mouth.  I  started gently, but slowly got rougher as I
stroked  and  sucked  on her breasts. She trust her fingers into my long
hair and held me tightly to her chest, moaning loudly her pleasure at my
ministrations.

Suddenly  I grabbed her shoulders and pulled myself up. She had the look
of  a  deer  caught  in  headlights  as I gazed into her eyes, my raging
erection  poised  as her entrance. She quivered, panting and pled, "Yes.
Please, yes. Take me now. I have to have you now!"

I  grinned  lustfully. "Not just yet," I whispered and slid quickly down
her  body,  until my lips met her nether lips, shining as they were with
her desire. She clutched me tightly with her legs and hands as I started
licking  her. What had been moans became screams of pleasure from her as
I  devoted  myself  entirely to making her come as many times as I could
with only my mouth. I don't know how many times she came. I do know that
I stopped because I almost blacked out, she was gripping me so tightly.

It was just as well. I was going crazy myself. The time had come to fuck
Liz,  and  I was too jacked up to worry about gentility. I leapt on her,
pulling  her  legs  over  my shoulders and looking into her amazed eyes,
lips  parted, as I thrust myself entirely into her. She was so wet I was
a  bit  worried  I would slide out with each pump. So I just gripped her
tighter  and  pounded into her deliciously tight pussy with the frenzied
desire  of  the fulfillment of dozens of fantasies. Of course, it helped
that  she  was screaming things like, "YES! OH GOD! RAVISH ME!" Still, I
had  already come once, and I was able to hang with it for quite a while
before I felt my orgasm coming on. By this point, her legs were down and
wrapped  tightly  around  my waist. Her nails were raking up my back and
digging  into my ass, but I barely noticed it. When I came in an intense
eruption her cries became a wordless scream.

I  collapsed  on  top  of  her.  We were both exhausted and covered with
sweat,  but  holding each other, me still inside her, and kissing with a
deep urgency. When we parted, she gasped, "Good lord."

"Yeah," I panted eloquently.

"And to think . . . I almost didn't do this."

"I think you made the right choice."

We  laughed  at  that. We just rested there together for a little bit. I
think she even nodded off for a few minutes. I, myself, could not. I was
just  too  worked  up.  I  was  actually  in a hotel room with Elizabeth
Hurley!  Not only had she given me a truly great blowjob, her first yet,
but  she  just  gave me perhaps the greatest fuck of my life. I just lay
there  stroking  her body, relishing the opportunity. I had no illusions
that  she  would  fall in love with me or anything. This was just a fuck
and  I  knew  it.  That thought got me stirring again. I had to make the
most of this while I could.

I  started licking her nipples and gently stroking her clitoris. "Mmmm,"
she  sighed  before  coming  more  alert.  "My God, do you want more?" I
looked  up  at  her  while  still  licking her breasts and nodded with a
smile. She met my smile and said, "What do you have in mind?"

"I want you on all fours."

"Oooh. All right." She positioned herself and I gripped her slender hips
tightly as I thrust into her. Her moan was as gratifying as the gyration
of  her  hips  as  we settled into a rhythm. Without warning, I slid one
finger  down  to  massage her clit, triggering an intense orgasm. I held
still  inside  her as she finished, then slowly slid out. "I didn't feel
you finish," she said, looking back.

"I  haven't  finished, yet." I smiled at her puzzled look as I lifted my
penis to her anus.

"Umm,  I  don't know about this." She sounded nervous for the first time
in hours.

"You  didn't  know  about  giving  me  head,  either.  You said you'd do
anything I want and I want to fuck your magnificent ass."

She actually blushed. "You don't mince words, do you? Will this hurt?"

"A  bit,  at  first. What you need to do is make the muscles relax. I've
been  told that it can be wonderful if you let it. The key word is let."
When  she  hesitated, I added, "Come on, Liz. The whole point of tonight
was to try new things, wasn't it?"

With a slight sigh, she said, "You're right. Please be gentle though."

I  was as gentle as I could be as, covered in her natural lubrication, I
slowly  slid myself into her ultra-tight ass. She tucked her head into a
pillow,  panting  like  a woman in labor, but never told me to stop as I
slid  slowly  past her sphincter and inched my way inside her. It took a
while,  but  eventually I made it in all the way and had a fleeting wish
for  a  camera.  I knew it was the only way anyone would believe this. I
held  myself  in  her  for a moment, entirely up her ass, before I began
fucking  her as gently as I could. Her breathing became more regular and
she  even  made  some sounds that I hoped indicated pleasure. She was so
tight  that  even  though I had already had a couple of orgasms I knew I
wouldn't last very long. I was determined, though, to prolong it as much
as  I  could.  Just  then  I realized that I still had both hands on her
hips, so I slid one around to stroke her pussy again.

As soon as I started her head came up like a shot. "YES!" There was such
passion  in her voice that I actually stopped for a moment. That was not
what  she wanted. She started moving her hips to get me going again, and
when  I  didn't start fast enough, she screamed out, "COME ON! ROGER ME,
YOU  BASTARD!"  That  was  all  I  needed to hear. I started fucking her
sweet, tight ass as fast as I could while still keeping once hand on her
pussy.  She  began  to thrash her head around and scream wordlessly in a
low,  guttural  tone  and  didn't  stop  until  I  came. When I came she
positively  squealed,  and  again we collapsed forward on the bed, me on
her  back and still inside her. She was panting and just repeating, "Oh,
God," over and over.

After  maybe  half an hour or so, I suggested that we hit the shower, so
we  pulled  ourselves  out  of  the  sticky sheets and stumbled into the
bathroom.  She  laughed  when she looked in the mirror. "Prim and proper
Liz," she said. "I look like such a tramp."

"How do you feel though?"

"Wonderful. Tired."

We  laughed  some  more  and  took a long hot shower, washing each other
instead  of  ourselves.  "Oh,  my God!" She had a wonderful, slack-jawed
expression  as  she realized I had gotten hard again. It may have helped
that  she  came  to the realization because I was rubbing it against the
crack  of  her ass while my hands stroked her breasts. As I have said, I
knew  this  was  my only shot and I was going to get everything I could.
"So, what can I do for you? I'm pretty sore."

"So blow me."

She  kissed  me  and smiled wickedly, "You mean you want me to suck your
cock?"

I spanked her teasingly, "Such language."

"You seem to enjoy it. I thought I'd give it a whirl."

"I know what I like better than talk."

Her  smile broadened as she knelt, "Of course. After all, I want to be a
good cocksucker." And she was. She learned quickly what I like, and used
all  of  it. As she got me close, I managed to pant out, "I want to come
on  your  face."  She pulled me out of her mouth and stroked me quickly,
pumping  with  both  hands, until with a roar I erupted. She pointed the
first  jerk  at  her  breasts  and  it splashed across them. She quickly
pointed  me back at her face, mouth open, and I came on her cheeks, chin
and lips as well as in her mouth. I couldn't believe I wasn't quite done
yet.  She  had  me  more  turned  on  than  I'd been since I was a horny
teen-ager.  I  looked  at her wide-open mouth, put a hand on the back of
her head, and slid myself back into her mouth, as deep as she could take
me. She gagged, but didn't fight me. In fact, she even tried opening her
throat  to  take  me  deeper, but couldn't take me all the way. I didn't
mind.  I just held her by the hair and finished my orgasm in her hot and
willing mouth.

When  I  was  completely  done I pulled back out of her mouth and looked
down  at  her come-covered, smiling face. I still picture her that way -
naked, wet and kneeling, smiling up at me with my come all over her face
-  every  time  I see her picture on a magazine cover or, these days, on
the  silver  screen.  Anyway,  with her fingers and tongue she made sure
that  she  didn't miss any of my semen, looking me in the eye the entire
time.  That was it, though. Once she had it all, she said, "How about we
get some sleep?"

"Sounds good to me." I didn't think I could handle any more either.

As we curled up in bed, starting to nod off, she asked the question that
surprised me, "So what is your name, anyway?"

I blinked at her for a moment. "I thought you didn't want to know."

"I  know,  but I think I should like to know the name of the man who has
had  orgasms  in  parts  of my body that no other man has even touched."
When  I  told  her,  she  spoke it softly once and held me tighter as we
drifted off to sleep.

She woke me with a kiss and a blow job the next morning, even letting me
titfuck  her  a little in the middle of it. After breakfast I had her on
the  coffee  table, but then it was time to go. The light of the morning
had  brought  reality  back into our little world. She was happy to have
"one more go 'round on the table," as she'd put it, but she had a job, a
fiancé  and a life to get back to. So, with one last, lingering kiss she
sent me on my way.

That  was  okay with me, though. For one night I got to live the fantasy
of  millions  of  men  around the world, and no one could take that away
from  me.  All because, once again, I had been in the right place at the
right time.

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