Yeah, right. Sure, buddy. Haven’t you learned anything about me yet? Im-fucking-possible.

“I know you think that’s ridiculous right now, but trust me I have a special power.” His words seem to echo. Is that really happening or am I imagining it? And his eyes seem to almost glow again. At the same time, his sinful words have wrapped themselves around me in a velvety sheen and invaded me. I feel a switch turn somewhere.

“I now control your orgasms completely. You may not come until I tell you to. When I say the words ‘Come for me,’ you will come so hard that your entire body will convulse in pure joy and you will be unable to stop yourself from screaming.”

Oh, I’m almost right there right now, buddy!

“Stroke yourself hard.”

Oh come on, pal! No way am I not going to come!

“Acknowledge me!”

“If it pleases you, Director.”

Fully knowing that I’m about to come, I stroke my pussy and get my clit involved.

But wait, something’s different. I stroke harder, pinching my hood in between my fingers as I rub them up and down.

I’m on the edge, right on the edge, riding the edge, still unable to break eye contact with him. But . . . and I never thought I would say these words . . . I can’t come.

Holy fuck, what’s wrong with me?

He laughs heartily, the echoes vibrating past the rotting brick pylons into the deep recesses of the old stone building.

“Stroke yourself harder!” he says in a new more feral tone.

I stroke harder. Shit. Still riding the edge. I get a finger up inside me. That, combined with the pressure on my clit, is always a guarantee.

But nothing.

I grunt, sensing my eyes rolling up in my head as I shake all over in a steady state of bliss, unable to come.

“Stop,” he commands. I stop. I’m panting. I want to scream. “You see, I control you completely now. You are nothing without me. I made you come on the plane. I apologized at Lorena’s. But now I take it back . . . because now you have proven yourself worthy. You are now truly my property.”

I don’t know what this means, but I like the sound of it.

“You will come for me soon. Very soon at my command. But now it is time for your reward. Reassume Service Position.”

I move off my elbows and back up to kneeling position, hands behind my back, mouth open, eyes down.

“You may expose your reward.”

I can’t help but smile as I put my hands up under his flowing shirt and to the top of the black jeans. Then I laugh. Not a girlish giggle, either. More like a victory laugh.

Where are Kayla and Nikki now?

Where is supermodel Clarissa Stock now?

Not here!

Fuck yeah, bitches!

I fumble with his thick belt, my happiness on overdrive. Dammit, I can’t get the fucking belt undone.

Come on, fingers!

I consider biting the jeans and ripping them with my teeth. I swear I have enough pent up energy to become my own whirlwind of un-fucked horny girl.

But the belt comes free, the zipper comes down and . . .

Oh my sweet heaven!

Out flops a work of art. Words are not enough to fully communicate the beauty of the beast in front of me. Perfectly straight, thick and bulbous, with a glistening, shiny head that seems to wink at me. The helmet is the same girth as the long shaft that drifts down to a set of high balls. I cup them in my left hand as I allow the length of the rod graze past my cheek.

Oh!

Yep, like I told you way back, this is my thing. I think I want to become a sculptor and just make these. Big ones. Maybe put them all over my house. Nothing in life is as glorious as a beautiful man’s thick throbbing rod this close to my face.

“Do you like your prize?” he says.

“Uh-huh.” I’m barely able to get the words out. I stick out my tongue and lick it.

Oh, it tastes so good! Like musky man.

“Look up at me!” I look up. “You’ve been such a good girl, I grant you permission to indulge yourself. Now enjoy.”

“If it pleases you, Director.”

He pats my head. “It does indeed.”

Then I go to town. This is my reward all right. I explore all the veins with my tongue, feel the heft of his balls with my hands, bounce my lips and chin back at forth feeling it’s rock solid hardness flop all around me. It rolls through my hair on both sides of my head.

Then I get up to that big head and open wide.

There is nothing so glorious as the sense of a shaft like this entering my mouth. I take it all the way back into my throat and just hold it there.

Ah, heaven.

I press it deep into me, feeling that choke that I know how to control so well. My eyes tear up a little as the pressure mounts in my blocked off nasal passages as I just relish the moment in all its rough intensity.

Then I let it travel out again, now fully engorged and shiny with my dribbles all over it. I let it hover on my lips and kiss it, allowing my breathing to get back to normal.

Then I kiss it all over, from the front to the sides and all the way down to the sack while squeezing it with my right hand.

“Very good move,” he says. “You like cock, don’t you, dirty girl?”

“Uh-huh,” I say with a wet slobber.

Then it’s back in my mouth and I’m choking on it again. God, so wide! It fills me completely. I can barely get enough suction going. I could suck Chad’s easier because while decent, it was smaller. I can’t seem to get enough going on this monster.

At least it’s not as big as Karissa’s. That one could be seen from space.

Even though it fit in my dad’s mouth. How is that possible? Wait, TMI. Don’t want to know.

Shut up, Abigail! Shut the fuck up! No thinking allowed here! Let go and enjoy!

Which I do. I suck and suck and suck. I hear him groan.

Oh, I love that . . . when a man groans while I suck him. Such an affirmation of my power as a woman.

I taste some pungent pre-cum as I continue my suckage. I love pre-cum too. Kelly, one of my friends back at Wellesley, hates cum and believes that no girl can possibly like it.

Kelly is so fucking ridiculous! (Not to mention one of those hoity-toities I told you about way back in the beginning.)

I love its thickness, its saltiness, the gooey taste as I suck it through my teeth.

I look up at him as I bounce. His eyes are closed as he moans. What a sight! I love the fact that I can give him such pleasure.

He catches me looking up at him and matches my gaze. Then he reaches down and strokes my hair lovingly again.

Please be me. Please let me be the one you’re thinking of. Nobody else. Not her, whoever she is. Some supermodel or some other party girl.

“Okay, time for your reward. Do you want my come in your mouth?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I grunt as I bounce harder.

“Good girl.”

He re-positions himself so he’s better aligned with my mouth straight on. Then he starts thrusting.

God, yes!

My orgasm fires up again, but only to the edge. I’m not even touching myself. This is just so fucking hot that it sends me there just by having his cock in my mouth.

I feel like I’m drowning in him, the hot wet combination of my mouth and the way he’s intermittently cutting off the air supply at the back of my throat.

God, I’m going to have a sore throat tomorrow . . . but it’s so fucking goddamned worth it!

“Mmmmm,” he says as he increases his ramming speed.

God, this is good but I’m going to choke soon. Then a few rams and something goes the wrong way. I choke and pull away, going into a coughing fit.

I’m about to dive back on, when his fingers graze my cheek.

“Okay?” he says, just like he did before, stepping out of the scene to check on me.

I nod.

“Sure?”

“Yep.”

Then he pats my cheek firmly and I take him in again.

He’s a little reticent about speed and thrust this time, but I look up at his face with a squint to tell him Hit me, pal! Hit me hard!