Would anyone pick 'no'? Of course they did.

Nancy pulled off her top then glared at Rick. "Well, what are you waiting for."

He studied the woman. She wasn't as skinny as he'd initially thought, the peasant blouse apparently hiding a lot. She wasn't fat, but she definitely had some muscle on her. Which didn't bother Rick at all. "I'm enjoying the show," he answered truthfully.

"Well, the show is over until you put on a little show of your own. No way am I getting naked while you're still dressed."

"I can live with that."

He pulled off his own shirt then looked over to make sure she hadn't ducked out while his eyes had been covered.

Fortunately, she hadn't. Even more fortunately, she seemed to be enjoying this part of the show. Her tongue touched her upper lip. Although her dark skin didn't show it, his bio-DNA-enhanced senses definitely showed an increased blood flow to her face and neck.

As he studied her, Nancy's nipples hardened.

"What?" she demanded.

"You're beautiful."

"Cut the bullshit. I'm okay but I'm not beautiful."

That wasn't how he saw it. He closed the distance between them, took her face in his hands... confirming the blush with his fingers, and kissed her.

She gave a start as if she intended to pull away but then melted into him, her breasts yielding against his hard chest, her lips softening as he deepened the kiss.

After a couple of minutes, she fumbled with his belt. "Let's see what you have for me, big guy."

He let her tug off his pants and grab his swollen dick.

"Well shit, I never knew you white boys were so hung."

Before he could respond to that, she dropped to her knees, opened her mouth, and took him as deeply as she could.

She wasn't the best cock-sucker he'd had... not even the best he'd had that day, but her enthusiasm made up for whatever shortcomings in her technique. She gagged herself trying to deep-throat, then stuck his dick between her breasts and rubbed.

"Somehow I'm naked and you're not," Rick said. "That is definitely wrong."

"Is there something wrong with my tit-fuck?"

There certainly wasn't anything wrong with it. Her breasts were soft, warm and squishy. And her brief attempt at a blowjob had given him enough lubrication to slide easily between them even as she pressed them hard from either side.

Nancy's excitement level had escalated with bloodflow and nerve messages heading from her brain to her breasts and back. But she wasn't going to reach orgasm this way and Rick intended to deliver on her fantasies, not use her to achieve his own... not that he'd mind that as well.

"Your technique is excellent. But your arousal is incomplete. And I'm pretty sure I could fix that if you got naked."

"Uh, Rick, there's a problem."

"Do not tell me you have a dick under those pants. Because I don't believe it."

She giggled. "Not that kind of problem. It's just that I don't cum from having sex. Never have, never will. Not that I don't enjoy it. But I'd rather not fake it with you and, well..."

He reached a finger under her chin and tilted her face up toward his. "No faking. Bio-DNA does more than heal my wounds, it lets me read people. That's why I'm good at poker. It's also why faking orgasms won't work with me. That said, I want--"

"I don't want to be a challenge, Rick. Every boyfriend I've ever had saw my inability to cum from their dicks as something they needed to beat... and when they couldn't do it, they dumped me. I know it's my problem. So, let me give you pleasure and don't worry about me."