Put that mouth to the test, here and now.

I've always had a thing for shorter, dark-haired women, and Chiyoko's Japanese ancestry definitely fit that description. But as attractive as she was physically, the girl's raw eroticism was intoxicating. She was so eager to let me make a slut out of her, happy and willing to accept every command. She was the real deal. I was convinced that finding her had used up all the luck of my entire life. Well I wasn't going to wait around for something to ruin this.

"Alright, play time is over, jap. Show me what you're good for and put that mouth to work on this big white cock." I'm not sure where the raceplay came from. I wasn't usually into it, but in the moment it felt absolutely right. She must have triggered something in me with her earlier comment.

My ****—it was going to take a while to get used to thinking in those terms—squealed with barely contained desire and tore at my belt. Within seconds, she'd freed my throbbing cock from its cage and after the briefest pause to appreciate it, wrapped her hot little mouth around the tip in the most sensual kiss of my life.

I groaned appreciatively and her eyes flitted up to mine, sparkling with delight. Holding my gaze, she swallowed the whole thing in inches, gradually working her way along the shaft with her lips and tongue. When she buried her cute little nose in my pubic hair, I nearly lost it.

"Fuck, okay, you were right. You're really good at this."

She hummed around my cock in response and then slowly dragged her tongue back along my entire shaft until I popped out of her open mouth. A thick line of spit fell across her chin as she smiled up at me. "Mmm. Thank you." And then she went right back to work.

I knew I wasn't going to last long and, as exquisite as her efforts were, I wanted to take control from her for this. I placed a hand on her head to stop her motions and she paused, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes. She knew what I was going to do. She wanted to let me.

"Keep playing with yourself, Chiyo. You have until I come to get off. When I come, that's it, hands off the pussy, understand?"

She made a muffled sound in the affirmative and nodded carefully, my cock still filling her mouth. Her hands immediately dropped below my line of sight and got to work.

"Good. Now this is going to get messy, so you may want to open your shirt." And that was it. I deliberately avoided warning her what I was about to do, or asking her for any kind of permission or opinion on the matter. I knew she was on board with it just the same, but it was important to me to skip anything that created an implication that she didn't already belong to me. It stroked my ego and built my confidence, and from what I was learning about Chiyoko, she preferred it this way.

Gathering all of her black hair into a handle for her head, I pulled her forward onto my cock, enjoying the way she twitched a little in response to the sudden invasion. I cupped one hand under her jaw and angled her face back a bit so I could smoothly fuck her throat.

Despite being a pro cocksucker, my little slut struggled a little with the forceful treatment. She choked and coughed up a bit of slime, quickly remembering to open her shirt to keep it from getting ruined. I was only half aware of all of this. Besides making sure I wasn't hurting her or actually **** her, I didn't care what her condition was. Her mouth was a hole for my pleasure and I fucked it like a pussy.

Someone may have walked by us on the path, but I wouldn't have noticed. I was the man. I was in control. I was powerful.

In no time, I was ready to burst. The headrush of sheer power was at least as exciting as the hot throat stretched around my cock. Chiyoko's willing submission was just a delicious icing on the cake.

I came hard. The first two thick ropes of cum were lost down Chiyoko's throat, but I pulled out even as I came. More splashed across her face, but most of it landed on her neck and chest. It was a huge load, I was surprised at just how much had come out of me.

Chiyoko's eyes were heavily lidded with desire. After a hasty swallow of what cum she could, she coughed some up, along with plenty of her throat's lubricant, which ran over her chin and fell to the dirt. "Fuck! I'm so close!" she managed, and I realized she was still masturbating. She looked right on the edge of something huge.

Part of me wanted to let her finish. She deserved a reward, after all. But I worried that would undermine my authority.