City pulses below. Skyscrapers stab the night sky. I’m the lawyer who crushes courtrooms by day. Tailored suit. Sharp heels. Unbreakable facade. But up here, on this hidden rooftop lounge, the mask cracks. Wind whips my hair. Neon lights flicker like heartbeats. Adrenaline surges. No more pretending. I spot him. Tall. Hungry eyes. He thinks he’s in charge. Wrong. I grab his collar. Push him against the ledge. My secret heroine awakens. Pulsations roar inside. Time to dominate.
I drop to my knees. Concrete bites skin. But pain fuels me. Unzip him slow. His cock springs free. Thick. Veined. Ready. This is my fellation de dominatrice. Milking time. I own the rhythm. The depth. His release. Saliva floods my mouth. I spit. Lube him slick. No teeth. Tongue lashes the frenulum. He groans. City horns blare in sync. I grip base firm. Preserve that rigidity. Stroke. Suck. Build slow. Eyes lock. ‘You’re mine,’ I growl. He submits. Totally. I edge him. Pull back. Deny. His hips buck. Begging. I control every twitch.
The Mutation
Deeper now. Gâterie tantrique vibe. Endurance mode. I bob relentless. Saliva strings drip. Filaments gleaming under moon. He loves it. Mimics my wet pussy. I moan. Hmmmm. Vibrations hum his shaft. Like a Hitachi on his soul. Power surges. I’m the pro. Fée of the feast. Position perfect. Balanced. He dares touch my hair? Slap his hand. ‘No.’ Total submission. I speed up. Fist pumps sync with lips. Milking motion. Tire that cum like milk from a cow. His breaths ragged. City rhythm matches. Fast. Harder. I feel him swell.
Climax nears. I decide. No premature spill. Deepthroat tease. Relax throat. Swallow him whole. Gags? They vibrate. He thrashes. Pleasure spasms. Now, the finish. Method three: Gobez au fond de la gorge. I bury him deep. Eruption hits. Hot jets straight down. No taste on tongue. Pure power gulp. I swallow every drop. Reasons? It’s contraception. Nutritious hit—zinc, fructose, anti-depressant rush. Cherry on my fellatio crown. Ecological. Prolongs his bliss. Logical endgame. Ego boost. Mine too.
The Exploit
I pull off. Strings of saliva and cum connect us. He stares, wrecked. I lick lips. Stand tall. Wipe mouth with thumb. Suck it clean. ‘Good boy.’ He slumps. I straighten skirt. Heels click away. Rooftop shadows swallow me.
Dawn breaks. Back in the office. Briefs stack high. Colleagues nod. They see the power. But not the secret. That rooftop milking? My fuel. Stronger than steel. Unbreakable. The city hums on. I rule it all.