They sat at a balcony cafe, facing each other across a little round table, 47 floors above the city streets of Manhattan. He had short, dark hair, elegantly rumpled, and thick-framed, square black glasses. He sat with his legs crossed, his sleeves rolled up, his button up faded-black shirt tucked under a slim belt that held tight fitting black jeans in place. She wore a button up white shirt, stretched over breasts that, while not large, were slightly too large for the fabric. Her skin was perfect, without a blemish- luscious soft lips that parted like an angel, a perfect nose, and deep black eyes that he could fall into. Her dark hair fell over one shoulder with unconscious grace. She glowed sex appeal.

She let her tongue slip out, almost accidentally licking her lips, and leaned toward him in wordless anticipation. There was a challenge in her eyes.

"I've been thinking about your proposal." The man said. The woman's eyes flicked down toward his crotch.

"I accept." He said.

A slow smile spread across the woman's face, slowly revealing her the white teeth of her grin. She let out a sound, half purr, half laugh. One hand drifted to her chest, absently stroking the narrow stip of skin that showed where her shirt was unbuttoned. Her eyes traced the line of buttons down his chest, across his belly, to his groin.

The man couldn't help the swelling in his crotch. His fantasy was about to become true, the fantasy he'd held ever since he was a little boy, since the first time he'd seen his little dick sticking out so far. It obviously didn't belong there. It was a mistake, somebody had put it in the wrong place.

He learned where it belonged before long, of course, and then it all made sense. It belonged inside a woman. And he'd spent most of his life since then trying to get it back there. His only regret was that it couldn't be permanent. At least, he thought so. Until he met her.

He met her through work actually. He was a freelance journalist, she a television news personality. They liked to talk. That was their thing. They had never fucked, never so much as touched. Perhaps that heightened the eroticism of it, for both of them. He wasn't sure how they managed to keep meeting like this without touching, but the restriction itself had become part of the magic for them, an inviolate law that could not be broken.

They talked. They told each other their dirtiest secrets. They said what they really thought. About life. About romance. About sex. Invariably he stroked himself to a streaming orgasm later, and he'd be damned if she didn't also.

It came out early on that she had a thing for dicks. All women did, to some degree or another (and all men, let's not be biased here.) But she took it to a new level. Invariably the male organ featured prominently in their talks. He was amazed by the number of things she found to say about it.

Even with all that honesty, it took them three months to admit their darkest fantasies to each other. She wanted to have one all her own. He wanted to give his away.

It was a lightning rod of erotic fascination. Once the topic came up, it never went away. They never discussed it directly, but it hovered around all their conversations, in jokes, in slips of the tongue, in shared giggles and certain combinations of words. It wasn't long before he started joking about giving it to her. It wasn't long after that, before he wasn't sure he whether he was joking any more.

Then she dropped the bombshell. Staring out over the city, her hand brushing the skin of her breast where it showed above her collar, she had said, "I'll let you fuck me if you let me take it."

He wasn't sure which he wanted more, to fuck her or to give it to her, forever. He'd said he needed to think about it and stumbled away from their table, bumping into someone's chair and nearly knocking over a waiter in the process. Hot dreams had kept him up every night since.

Now, here he was, telling her the truth. "Yes."

She stood up and came around the table toward him, biting her lip, her heartbeat fluttering the skin at the top of her breasts.

"We're alone up here." She said, and knelt near him. She reached out one finger and pressed it against his chest- the first time they had touched each other since the handshake the first day they met. He knew- he had remembered it a hundred times, each time more vividly than the last.

She traced the finger down the line of his buttons, toward his crotch, and he felt his penis lengthening and swelling incontrollably.

"Someone could come up any time!" He forced out in a breath.

She bit her lip and smiled a naughty smile- and nodded. Her hands found his belt and skillfully undid the buckle, then the button on his pants after that. Here eyes were on the swollen rod outlined against his soft jeans as she slowly pulled down the zipper.

"He won't be with you much longer... let him come out and play." She said with a smile, and slipped her hand into his pants. His cock had gotten long enough that it didn't come out easily. Her fingers felt divine on his flesh, when they searched through the maze of underwear and clothing and found it. She said, "I want to see what I'm getting."

A few sure tugs got him out, and she gasped in pleasure when she saw his erection. He had had many women tell him he had an unusually attractive penis. It was long and thin, the skin was as smooth as velvet, the head a friendly, eager bulb. Not unusually thin, as male organs go, but thin for it's length. It was a perfect fit for most vaginas, reaching places in a woman they didn't know they had. More than one lover would be sad to lose it... but every man had to give himself to a sole woman someday, right?

His eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensation of her sliding her hands down it to wrap her fingers expertly around the base, but he wanted to watch this. It was average size for a full erection when she pulled it out, but being his, it was not yet fully erect. Her eyes grew wide and she drew her breath in sharply as she saw, with each pulse, it grew longer, and yet longer.

When it stretched to it's full, pulsing, pleasure-laden length, her eyes were wide with girlish awe. It was a rigid stalk, sprouting from his groin, longer than she could encompass if she wrapped both fists around it, longer than she could encompass if she had three fists to close on it. And it still wasn't as fully erect as it could get.

She giggled, milking the bottom quarter with easy, skillful strokes that instantly made precum well at the tip. He cast a nervous eye toward the door- but somehow the danger of being discovered made it even more exciting. He relished the air brushing over his cockhead, twisting around his naked flesh. He savored it, knowing these would be some of the last sensations his cock would ever feel.

"Are you sure?" She suddenly asked, her childlike delight turning to concern. She touched it with her other hand, her fingers drawing up the length of it, then absently rubbing the pre-cum into the tip (and shattering his concentration.) She said, "It's just... you have so much to lose, and, and... it's beautiful!"

He bit back a sound, and realized he was thrusting his hips forward, unconsciously trying to drive himself deeper into the embrace of her hand, but just enhancing it's full length in the open air. He groaned out loud, "That just makes it a better gift to give."

It felt so good in her hand, he couldn't believe soon he would never feel this feeling again. He tried to imagine that, and paradoxically it just made him hornier, made every sensation feel even better. He glanced toward the door.

"Fuck me now!" He whispered, "Quick- I need you!"

A flare of arousal lit her eyes, and she licked his cock with her gaze, from top to bottom and back again, hungrily. He could see her imagining what it would be like to take it today, he could almost hear her getting wetter as their fantasy approached.

Then she shook her head and said, "No."

"What?" He nearly cried out in frustration.

"I want to enjoy this. I'm not going to let you finish quickly, like a typical male. I'm going to draw this out, and you're going to do as I say, like it or not." She squeezed the base of his cock (right where she would cut it off) and that put him in line, although even he couldn't say whether it was arousal or pain that made him docile.

She drew her fingers up the length of it, slowly, deliberately, rewarding his good behavior with the indescribable pleasure of being touched. He arced, shivers running through his whole body, just from her touching the shaft. And when she got to the head- she stopped, let go, left him hanging. It was a good thing, too, he could feel his balls boiling, looking for any opportunity to burst now. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this fucked up. A few seconds longer on his head would have ended their fun for today.

She clicked her tongue knowingly and smiled at him, hands innocently on her knees. Then she glanced at the door and gave him a naughty look. She said, "Now I'm going to show you what you get."

She stood up. Beneath her businesslike shirt she wore a daringly short miniskirt, and beneath that long, black tights, artfully torn in a few places. She easily kicked off her shoes, and then quickly pulled off her tights, nearly stumbling in her haste and having to put one hand on his shoulder for balance.

Then she stood facing him and said, "Look at me." She framed her hips with her hands. "You will be inside me." She slowly, almost delicately, pulled the lower twin flaps of her shirt out from underneath the skirt, revealing an inch of smooth, light brown belly. She edged the skirt down, revealing more of her smooth torso, then slid her hand down even further. Pressing into herself just above her cunt, she said, "you will be in here."

She turned around and showed him her ass, standing up straight and pert and running her hands over it to show off her shape. He almost couldn't imagine it, she was so small. He tried to envision his long, slender cock penetrating her petite frame. He wondered how high up it would reach. To her bellybutton? The small of her back? Was that possible?

She arched over and lifted her skirt up over her hips, giving him a glimpse of the mysterious darkness in the crack of her legs. She whispered, "This is for you." and then she hooked her fingers under her panties and slipped them off her ass. They stuck briefly to her cunt before coming away. He got one perfect vision of her cuntlips (that's where he would enter,) wet and inviting, while she leaned over farther to nudge the panties down the rest of the way. Then she stood up and kicked them off and turned around.

She closed the small distance between them with a seductive sway of her shoulders, saying, "You will be inside me only once. The first time. The last time."

The knelt down and put her hands on his thighs, gave his cock a long glance, then wrapped her hand around it and said, "But until then, there's something else I can give you."

She opened her mouth and engulfed his swollen member in it. Her tongue slathering around the head of his cock nearly caused him to spurt on the spot, but he managed to hold it back. She did that for a moment, then started going up and down- still not using her hands, just her mouth. It would not be long now. He felt the sperm boiling up again, preparing for the last plunge into orgasm.

And then she stopped. He couldn't help himself, this was driving him nuts! He groaned in agony of frustration.

She smiled charmingly at him and said, "I have to make it good for you. This might be your last blowjob, after all. I wouldn't do you right if I didn't make it the best." Looking at her dimples, he couldn't argue.

She laid her hand on his belly and said softly, "be still." She opened her mouth wider than before and took it in at a peculiar angle. He arced his back in pleasure at the fiery heat of her mouth on his most sensitive part. Her lips began to creep up the length of it, farther, and farther, and farther.

He looked down in surrpise. He had a long dick. It wasn't too thick, which made it easy for women to take in their mouths, so he got lots of blowjobs, but it was long. There was simply a point past which it wouldn't fit.

She was reaching that point- and that's when he felt her swallow it! He was floored, but there it was. She had her torso lined up with his stiff erection, her face pointed toward him, and his full rod inching down her throat as he watched. Within moments, she had sucked up every last millimeter of it, and that's when he felt a sensation he'd never experienced before- lips on the base of his member! Then he felt another experience he'd never had before, teeth on the base of it!

He couldn't help himself any longer. He grabbed her hair and thrust himself into her face- something he'd never been allowed to do freely before. His long, beautiful penis was brewing up an orgasm, and it would be a real kicker. Every last bit of it was swollen, inside her mouth. When he thrust, pulling her face toward him, he felt her teeth meeting him, grinding into his pubic bone, pressing on that sensitive underflesh at the base.

His cock stiffened up in the moment before orgasm, and he realized how vulnerable his flesh was there, like that, trapped between her teeth, the length of it already all the way down her throat, where it would be so easy to swallow if she just... bit down.

He met her eyes in the moment where his orgasm was a waterfall preparing to fall, and he could see that she had the same thought as he did. The first overwhelming wave crashed on him, rocking his body forward- and that's when she bit.

Her teeth latched onto the flesh of him right at the base, deeper than the base, deep inside him and closed solidly. They were cliffs of pain that separated him from the orgasm that swelled his long flesh. She bit down so hard he cried out in shock and wondered if she was doing it right now, if his dick was sliding down her throat even as he thought those words, if he would pull out nothing but a bloody stump.

All sensation past her teeth vanished. His entire penis- he couldn't feel it anymore. It was a delicious torment, being robbed of all feeling even as he spurted. Not all feeling- he could still feel her teeth, crushing his flesh, cutting him off. But in the intensity of the moment, pain and pleasure became one. The pleasure of his long flesh, vanished inside of her, was gone, but the pain of her teeth became a pleasure a thousand times greater, rocketing him into the next world.

Dimly, through the clouds, he could feel the muscles of his dick clenching and rocketing out spurts of hot semen, the head flaring as it spit them out halfway down her throat. Through the wave of pain/pleasure, he realized she must not have bitten it off, not yet, even though he still couldn't feel it in the way he normally knew it.

At that height, in the blindness of orgasm, he had an epiphany. It would be okay. He wouldn't mind not feeling the things he was used to anymore. He loved the pleasure, the pain, the orgasm, all of it, but it would be okay to have a few last ones, and then never again. In that flash of a moment, he knew he had needed to have this moment, to realize this. If she hadn't done this, maybe he would have backed out at the last second. But now... now he knew he would be okay with giving it to her forever. Knew he wanted to.

She held him as he came down. Held him between her teeth, a smile playing across her lips, as his cock slowly faded to semi-flaccid within her mouth, easing it's own length out from down her throat. She gave a few more playful bites, making faces that showed her teeth.

After a while, she pulled her throat off him, fighting back the gag reflex all over again. She drew herself up to sit in his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and nibbling on his ear. When he was starting to recover, she whispered, "My turn, lover."

She grabbed one of his hands and slid it underneath her shirt, gasping as his searching fingers entered underneath her bra and intuitively played with her nipple just the way she liked. After a few moments of that, she readjusted herself, spreading her legs to make her cunt available. She took his hand from insider her shirt and placed it on her thigh, just edging underneath her skirt, leaving the rest to him.

"Hard and fast," she whispered, "in circles, right on my clit. I don't want to take a long time now."

He slid his hand with it's blunt fingers and masculine knuckles up along her soft, feminine skin, underneath her skirt, until he approached the warmth and wetness of her pussy. He slipped his fingers through her hair, searching for the button of her clit. It was glaring, unmistakeable, as soon as he touched it. It was rock hard, a little pebble bursting from her cunt. Her eyes rolled back in her head when he touched it, and when he began to go in hard, fast circles like she said, she buried her face in his shoulder and bit his shirt to keep back a scream.

It really didn't take her long. It seemed like as soon as he touched her, she was ready. In less than two full minutes she was clenching and gasping in the full throes of orgasm. He knew it had passed when she reached down to pull his hand away.

She smiled and let out a low, "mmmmmm" of pleasure. Looking at his face from much closer than she ever had before, she took his hand again and slid it back toward her center, this time toward the bottom. She picked his middle finger and slid it between her lips, like she would a dildo of her own. She was swollen and juicy beyond belief. She slid his finger down further, to the gates of her vagina, just letting him press against the opening without penetrating it.

"Whenever you're ready," she whispered, "you can enter here. But once you do, it's mine, and after you cum in me, I'll cut it off. Once you enter here, you'll never enter another again, so make sure you're ready."

She slipped her hand into his jeans and wrapped her fingers around his half-soft cock. It stood up almost full immediately. He felt like he could cum again. He was ready.