"No!" she gasped breathlessly. "No, Chike make me beg for it. Make your slave earn her orgasm." She lay on the bed panting, gazing up at me with plead...ng eyes. I knew how badly she wanted to cum, but still she was gearing this encounter for my pleasure."Ok, slave, come here and kiss me then," I told her, knowing full well that her pussy juice was heavy and thick on my face. She scooched herself forward on the bed and did as I asked, leaning forward and kissing me passionately, her tongue. Yes," she answered, surprise on her face. I guessed she didn't have many conversations with 25 year old single men in bars. "You?" No, I live here. I come here for the action." The action?" she asked, looking intrigued."Sure, you know, for the girls. You know this is a meat market, don't you?"She laughed, motioning at the mostly empty bar. "Here, a pick-up place? It's almost empty."I finished my beer, and motioned to the bartender to get his attention. She stared at my arm as my biceps rippled. . you just hold your cock still inside mewaiting for my taut hole to relax...you know you can fuck me hard right nowbut you also know you can make me yours& that i will only want your cock even more...you growl" i'm gonna fuck the cum outta your cock !! "as you begin pressing into my tight ass& you moan into my ear" that fullness you're feeling is a hunger... " & i know you want more... "you fuck me with long slow strokes& laugh at my excited whimpersas you pull your cock almost all the way. True, she was a precocious brat in the hippie protest era, and I had to carry her through high school while she cut class and got stoned, but she walked through college on her own. She was smart. I thought my job was over once she got that bachelor’s degree. I’m not supposed to be a lifer on any one assignment. In grad school, she stumbled a little, but no biggie. Everybody’s not cut out for the academic life, and she had the brains to make it on her merits and not have to wrap herself in.