I lost the first hand on purpose and stood up in front of him. “Take off whatever you want.” He stood and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulled i... over my head, tossed it to a nearby rocking chair. I realized that I was shaking a little. Anticipation. “Kiss me.” He looked puzzled. “On the lips.” he came to me, placed his hands gently on the sides of my face and gave me a gentle kiss. Soft and sweet, with a little taste of the whiskey. As we kissed he moved his hands down my neck to my. I covered my dick with both hands when I saw him ogling me. "Go and use my shower, and then get dressed and go home." I showered and when I came out he was not there. I was towelling myself down, standing with one foot up on the bench when suddenly I was aware of him standing behind me; his hand was caressing my ass and then my balls as he reached through between my legs. "You have a lovely body", he breathed into my ear as he stroked my balls. It felt great, so I didn't move. My cock went hard. Luckily my last gf horoughly enjoyed looking at and playing with my cock. One of the rare ones who was really a giver, stroked the best dick of any woman and genuinely enjoyed watching my dick especially glistening with warm aquaphor or oil, and in any state of rigidity . The petroleum jelly acting as a kind of sealant for trapping all the odors of sex that she is reminded of. Never having seen or examined a BBC with her own hands, she is caught by surprise how heavy duty it seems and how much. He then started scr****g up the sperm off my face and told me to tilt my head back and open my mouth. He also told me not to swallow any of this cum. Then while holding the spoon above my mouth Jim turned the spoon on its side and let the sperm drip down into my mouth. That was when the phone on the desk rang and Jim turned to answer it while leaving me standing there at parade rest holding a mouth full of doggy sperm. I closed my eyes and turned my concentration on to the sperm I was holding.