I would love to learn how to give a blowjob.”“Lord have mercy,” he groaned, his face growing red. “What a sinful harlot you are.”The tone of...his voice changed. His eyes hardened. He seized my hand and pulled it from his crotch. I gasped at how tight his grip was. He stood, his chair sliding back on its wheels, and marched around his small desk, pulling my arm with him. I knocked over his pen cup, spilling them across the floor.“You really want to be a whore, Alexandra?” he demanded.The word. I mean tonight maybe but she’s not property.”His face was a picture. He was trying to be reasonable and persuasive, clearly a decent guy. He must have been considering whether he could overpower me— my guess was that he probably could, and then he’d take Ellen away... On the other hand, he was in my house and had no idea if I had help around. He'd seen me bid fifty thousand for the woman he'd just had sex with, so he must think I had resources; would he risk anything physical?He didn't know. I knew about the gag reflex from my reading, but it was one thing to read about and quite another to try to control in real life. I closed my eyes and concentrated, ruthlessly suppressing the urge to vomit each time the reflex triggered. I pictured that beautiful cock buried deep in my face, it's lovely owner in the throes of ecstasy, and in fits and starts, I gradually swallowed every steel-hard centimeter of it.I don't mean to imply that it was easy! By the time my nose flattened against. And his mouth was everywhere. And he caressed me with his hands and his feet and his dick. And when pushed me back and kissed his way to my pussy, I discovered that Art had ascended to the top echelon of a different category than Pete. Art would never fuck me as good as Pete, I was sure, but nobody had ever eaten me as good as Art!Struggling to come down from an endless string of orgasms, I pulled him up and we kissed. His face was soaked! But I wiped it on a pillow then kissed him with more.