He was happy. He had finally met a woman who would satisfy him
psychologically as well as physically. Early on, she had told him what
she liked best. Namely, to suck a man’s cock and to play with his
testicles non-stop. He smiled because he realized, after having spoken
to her for a while, just where her head was at. It was where he wanted
it.

So when they finally got together, he closed his eyes as she slowly
unzipped his fly and stuck her hand inside his pants. His cock began to
swell as she stroked gently and smiled at him. Soon the gentle
fingers were wrapped gently but firmly around his balls, and he sighed
in pleasure. This was the beginnig of the game for both of them, – the
game of dominance and submission. He placed his hand under her chin and
gently lifted her head so that it tilted back. Then he bent to her and
pressed his lips against her exposed throat, softly at first, then
harder. She gasped as she felt his lips part and his teeth lightly touch
the soft warm flesh of her neck. Her eyes widened as his hands rested on
her soulders, moving up to her neck, stroking, carressing. He moaned as
her fingers increased the pressure on his balls. “God”, she whispered to
him, “so soft and sweet, your scrotum, like living silk.” At the words
and the touch, he felt his cock bulge out another half inch. She laughed
sexily and said, “Now I have you, baby. You are completely in my power.
Your balls are mine, and your cock. I am going to have my way with you.”
His eyes closed and he moaned. His fingers continued working her throat
and she purred and laughed softly. “Yes”, she whispered in his ear as
she undid his belt, “you would just love to bury those strong fingers of
yours in my throat, wouldn’t you?” He shuddered as he felt her pull his
pants off with his shoes and socks. She tossed them on the floor and
ordered him to lie back on the bed.

His hands now were busily unbuttoning her blouse, carressing her chest
and her shoulders, then moving down to her nipples. Each of them, by
earlier agreement, had no underwear on. Just skin beneath the outter
garments, soft white skin which felt sweet and warm to the touch.