Girl unlatch your bra, but first unlatch your jaw. It's cool to call me dog, but your head is under my paw

She took me in her hand and looked up into my eyes. “You’re bigger than River was.”

Ladies, never compare a partner’s dick to a previous lover. To paraphrase a particularly inventive and irreverent poet, men have a Columbus complex. Other people may have been there, but we still wanna feel like we discovered it. Yeah, it’s stupid, but on the whole, even when they get to be my age, guys are 40% ego and 30% hormones. Even with a positive comparison it sucks unless your guy (or Transgirl, I’m not biased) is into that shit, it’s going to cause that particular piece of anatomy to wilt.

Happily Anwyn was very good with her hands. “Veiny too. I’m glad you’re circumcised.” She licked the tip experimentally and seemed pleased with the results. “Too many uncut guys just don’t clean properly.”

There we go with more comparisons. I dunno. Maybe I have a complex. Or maybe she was just trying to drag this out. “Plus, cut guys last longer.” Yep, that was probably it.

She popped the tip in her mouth and sucked thoughtfully for a couple seconds. “You, sir, may have the perfect cock.” Remember what I said about ego? Her words stroked that ego as well as her perfectly manicured hands stroked my shaft. “We may have to do some further testing at a later point, but we’re on the clock, so…”

Girl knew what she was doing. See, that’s where the Columbus bullshit fails. We may want to be the first, but unless you have a fetish for teaching, every guy also wants ‘em to come equipped with a post grad in Pleasure Studies from Concubine U. Anwyn was polishing her Master’s thesis as surely as she was polishing my knob.

Her mouth was warm and wet, and she didn’t skimp on the saliva, even going as far as to intentionally induce her gag reflex just to make things sloppier. A blowjob isn’t just about the physical sensation, although that’s great and feels amazing. It’s a full spectrum thing. Visual, auditory and kinesthetic sense all engage, and even my olfactory nerves were starting to buzz because I could actually smell her arousal when she started fingering herself. Our most powerful erogenous zones are between our ears, so the sight of my drool-slick cock sliding between her black lips while those smokey grey eyes, tears from the exertion forming in the corners, stayed locked on mine, the gluck gluck gluck of my dick smacking the back of her throat in accompaniment to the shlick schlick schlick of her fingers flicking the bean, and just the overall sense of pressure, warmth, and moisture around my most sensitive of appendages had me ready to go pretty quickly.

Her clear enthusiasm was a big part of it, but what really did it for me was when she pulled back a bit and wrapped those black nailed fingers around me and started jacking me toward her face while talking dirty. “Gimmie that load. Didn’t I earn it? I can still taste myself from last night on you. This time I don’t wanna wear it. I wanna eat it. Come on! Feed me Daddy.”

Why that set me off I dunno. Had she just discovered a heretofore hidden kink in the dark recesses of my brain? Did I have an inverse Electra complex? Why did Freud define the Oedipus and Electra complexes as well as the Jocasta and Phaedra complexes but never even considered the fucking Dad’s side????

To make a long story short, I came. The first shot splashed across the bridge of her nose adding a cross line to the tiny chain that linked her nostril studs. She caught the rest in her mouth, holding it on her tongue which she proudly showed me before swallowing it down with an exaggerated gulp and then starting to spasm as her own orgasm overtook her. Sharp black nails on tiny hands gripped at my rumpled pants leg as she clung to me to keep herself upright.

When the wave finally passed she looked up at me with a goofy smile, then kissing the tip of my cock affectionately, gently tucked it back into my boxers. After that she laid her head against my thigh and looked up at me quizzically. “When you said your Dad was dead, did you ever actually see the body?”

Er… I’m just glad she waited until after I came to ask that.

(Title: “Brain” by N.E.R.D.)