She does.

His fingers trace the edge of my panties, the fabric just a hindrance in the way to my throbbing pussy. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulls it aside, revealing my glistening folds, already leaking down my legs.

His fingers dip between my slick folds, parting them gently as he starts so run his finger up and down, not fully entering just yet. I let out a moan at his teases of my entrance, when he starts circling the sensitive bud of my clit with light touches.

I instinctively buck my hips against his hand in search of more. He knows exactly how to touch me, knows exactly how to touch a woman, to spoil her, to tease her, without granting release. To drive her wild enough so that he can have his way in any way he wants.

As he intensifies his teasing, increasing the pressure and speed of his strokes, I feel myself closing in on my climax. I'm lost in the pleasure, my world narrowing down to a tunnel sight. I'm on the edge. I need to cum, and I need it soon, or I might go insane.

Suddenly his fingers slide into my slick heat, parting my folds with ease, delving deep inside me. With two fingers in, I gasp, my body instinctively clenching around his invading digits, trying to create enough friction for me to cum.

He moves his fingers with purpose, fast enough for me to basically spasm around his hand, but not enough, curling them just right to stroke that sensitive spot deep within me. Each thrust is calculated to elicit the most intense pleasure possible, without making me cum.

How is he doing this?! Oh my god! He's fingering me fast enough that you can her the wet sounds so loudly, yet he manages to keep me from cumming? If this bastard doesn't release me soon I might as well just drop dead from this pleasure!

His other hand grips my hip firmly, holding me in place as he continues his **** on my senses. He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers "Such a little slut, can't even help herself from cumming even though I haven't fucked her yet."

Oh, fuck you! You damn bastard! Idiot! Just let me fucking cum!

But then he withdraws his fingers abruptly, denying me the release I so desperately crave.

What the fuck?! How could you do this to me!! How can humans be such cruel beasts?

"How selfish. Only you deserve the pleasure? I don't think so. I won't make you cum like this." he declares, his voice cold, hitting me like a physical blow.

Without another word, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving me standing there, aching and unsatisfied. Something about the way he carries himself, makes me feel small and insignificant in his presence.

I follow him.

I find him sitting on my couch, as if he owns the place. The sight of him lounging there, so casual and confident... oh my god...

He looks up at me, as if daring me to defy him. I can't help but be drawn to this dominance. I close in on him, like a moth drawn to a flame.

I stop before him, unsure of what to do next.

"So then. My pleasures next. To your knees. You know the rest." he orders me to my knees, and without a second thought, I comply, sinking to the floor before him. I begin to undo his pants, the fabric sliding down his legs, revealing his boxers and huge bulge straining it.

I lean in, nuzzling my face against the soft fabric, inhaling his musky scent. Smells so fucking nice, so manly...

The warmth emanating from his cock envelops me, making me press me face more into his croth, closer to the source.

I revel in the sensation of his boxers against my skin, the texture rough yet strangely comforting. I can feel the heat of his body through the fabric, closing my eyes, savoring every sensation, engraving this moment, and probably every other moment coming in the next few minutes, in my memory.

His laughter rings out, a taunting sound. "Look at you, you little slut," he sneers, his words dripping with condescension. But instead of feeling shame, I feel a surge of arousal at his words. It feels so good to be below him...

My breath comes in short gasps as I take in the scent of him, the warmth of his body seeping into my skin.

I inhale deeply, one last time, and feel a sense of liberation wash over me. It doesn't feel wrong to be in this position anymore, it feels natural.

Time to get a taste.

I brush my lips against the fabric of his boxers, feeling the outline of his hard cock pressing against the material. I flick my tongue out, tracing a teasing path along the length of his bulge.

The taste of him, even through the barrier of his underwear, is intoxicating. I can feel the heat of his member, this time on my tongue and lips, through the fabric, with each lick and kiss.

His low moan is like music to my ears. Longing to hear it again I press my tongue more firmly against his cock, seeking out every subtle ridge and contour, eager to get a response from him.

Its crazy and somehow contradictory that submission can give you so much power over another person.

I can feel his cock twitching beneath my lips. The knowledge that I have him on the edge, that I am the one driving him wild with desire, makes me... proud.

Nah, there's no way. It just feels good to be hot, I guess.

I continue to lick and tease, my movements becoming bolder and more insistent. The taste of him, the feel of him beneath my tongue, the stimulation is too much for me.

"Ugh, stop teasing me and get on with it, bitch." his voice cuts through the air like a whip, commanding me to finally take the plunge. With a sense of urgency and desire, I obey his directive, my hands trembling slightly as I reach for the waistband of his boxers. With a swift motion, I pull them down.

Fuck. So much for having control over someone.

As his member springs free, I am met with one hell of a sight. His cock stands proudly before me, large, hard, and thick. My eyes widen in awe as I take in the sight, the veins standing out against the taut skin, the head glistening with pre-cum.

Beautiful.

I can feel my own arousal spiking at the sight of him, at the masculinity on display before me. I reach out, my fingers grazing his length, marveling at the heat and hardness. His cock pulses with life, a living, breathing entity.

I lean in closer, inhaling deeply, taking in the heady scent of his muskiness and sweat combined, this time without any fabric in between. Smells way better than before. I want him so bad.

His scent fills my senses, overwhelming me again. I am transfixed by the sight before me, by the sheer size and power. I can't help but admire him, to drink in every detail of his cock with a hunger that borders on desperation.

This is true hypnosis.

I run my hands along his length, tracing every vein and ridge, making his cock throb slightly. Its truly alive isn't it?

Lost in lust, my every thought consumed by need, or to worship him.

Can I cum by just sucking that thing? I wonder.

Well, only one way to know.

I lean in closer, my breath hot against his pulsing, I start with a slow, deliberate lick from the base all the way up to the tip. The taste of him on my tongue is numbing, salt and musk that makes my eyes widen in surprise at how good it actually tastes. I know it's wrong to call it 'good tasting', but it's more like the situation makes it taste so good, if that makes sense.

I press my lips to the tip of his cock, kissing it softly before lapping up the glistening pre-cum that beads at the tip. This tastes even better. Damn.

I can't help but savor the taste of him, swirling it around my mouth to make sure ever last taste bud has it engraved. It's a flavor unlike anything I've ever experienced, primal and intoxicating, driving me to crave more of him with each passing moment.

Then I take him into my mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, the heat and hardness of him filling me completely. The feeling of his shaft tightly sealed by my lips. His thick meat resting on my tongue, poking my throat. I can feel every ridge and vein, every throb of his, as I take him deeper and deeper, my mouth aching to accommodate his size.

I lose myself in the act, consumed by the need to please him, to worship. The taste of him on my tongue, the feel of him against my lips, is a sensory overload. It makes me forget about everything else besides this magnificent cock.

I remember the dildo from earlier. I can't help but compare my old bodies dick, the dildo and his thing. Of course he comes out on top of both. Easily.

I fall into a rhythm of sucking his cock, to elicit every moan and gasp of pleasure that I can. I focus on creating a similar 'overload' of stimulation.

I start by swirling my tongue around the sensitive head of his cock, tracing tight circles that hit all the right spots and make him groan with pleasure. I pay special attention to the frenulum, that sensitive ridge of skin on the underside of his shaft, knowing that it's a hotspot. I know how a dick feels, where it feels good. I know very well.

With each movement of my tongue, I vary the pressure and speed, teasing him with light flicks and then applying more suction when I take him deeper into my mouth. I experiment with different patterns, finding the ones that make him moan the loudest, the ones that elicit the most delicious sounds of pleasure from him.

I also use the vibrations of my own moans to further please him, humming softly as I suck him, the reverberations sending waves of pleasure through his cock. The combination of my tongue's movements and the vibrations of my moans... why am I so good at sucking cock? But again this feeling. I know I am good at this and I gotta admit this time, it makes me feel pride.

And then, just when he least expects it, I take all of his length into my throat, massaging his dick with my throat muscles as I swallow around him. The feeling of him deep in my throat, the tightness and warmth enveloping him, is enough to send him at least very near the edge.

I can sense him getting close. Down my throat or...

Just as he reaches the edge, I pull back, only leaving his head in my mouth, so I get to taste his full load.

And then it happens. He cums, a torrent of hot, salty release that fills my mouth and overwhelms me entirely. His load is massive, a flood of juice that spills over my tongue and into my throat, leaving me breathless and awestruck at the sheer intensity of it all.

The taste of him is divine, a mix of salt and musk and sweetness that dances on my taste buds, leaving me craving more of him with every spurt. His essence is pure pleasure, to me that is, a glorious feast that I savor with every sip, every drop that I greedily consume.

I am in awe of the moment, of the perfection of it all—the way his cock pulses in my mouth, the way his release fills me with a sense of completion and satisfaction. I drink him in, savoring every last drop of his cum, knowing that this moment is one that will stay with me forever.

Then I swallow. I slowly feel his thick sticky goo sliding down my throat. It's as if I just swallowed glue, but extremely pleasurable.

I can only enjoy the taste of him that lingers in my mouth. I feel powerful. I feel on top, even if I'm below him. I feel pride in the knowledge that I am the one who has brought him to this pinnacle of pleasure. I am drunk on him, on the desire and satisfaction that fills me, him, the air around us, now my stomach and just everything else that is way too much to take in for my narrowed view.

And as I finally swallow the last drop of his load, I am left breathless and satisfied, my body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. This moment, this perfect moment of release and connection, will stay with me forever, a memory that I will use for some 'hands-on experience'.

And then I realized the answer to my question.

I can cum from sucking a dick.