"Quality." Kalish said.
And the girls started to blush thinking Kalish was referring to her hands. Kalish could tell that she had misunderstood him. This happened often. Still, he didn't bother to correct her. Rich girls heard what they wanted to. Let them romance themselves, he thought. She likes it for all the wrong reasons. She likes that I make king amounts of money off graphic design. She likes that I'm young and successful and responsible. She wants me to throw diamonds at her pussy. Its tragic. She's too distracted to appreciate the real good, even when it is in her hands. It's wasteful. Fuck, I'm going to have to give it full power steam engine. I wish I could tare the walls of this place down. Tare down those cheaply framed copies of the New Yorker. I wish I could tare it down. Show her what good is. Give her a second chance. But lightning only strikes once---and that's if you are lucky. Oh man--- Kalish's at work in a hopeless world. If aliens came down and offered me a ride I would take it. Say 'sorry mom and dad, but I have to go.' But that's all kiddy stuff. Gotta man-up. Stick it in the hole. Got to get back to work. Forget about my hopes for the future.
He grabbed the ass with his large hands. He ripped her clothing off then probed with his tongue. She was clean---Showered four times a day. Never let her pussy smell like a pussy, or her ass smell like an ass. Kalish liked things clean. He kept licking her. The girl moaned. She felt like a pot of soup getting spices mixed into her. He dug in with his dick. It was the size of a butter knife but he used it like broad sword. He scooped the life out of her. And he was focused, mindful, almost Buddhist about the whole thing.
"Oh daddy!" she yelled.
He pulled it out and let her suck on it. As usual it was more visually pleasing to him to see his dick get sucked than it was physically pleasurable.
She worked hard at it---Grabbed it with her tiny hands, Smacked it against her face. She liked it. It was a good dick. A descent size. And circumcised. She didn't like it uncut( though it made it easier to work with the hands). It made men look like farm animals. She didn't like that. It seemed to obedient. Like it was just sitting there, tamed, waiting to get milked. Circumcised dicks looked futuristic to her. It represented scientific achievement. She was an upwardly mobile girl. She was living in New York, she was going to law school. She didn't do all this work to suck on the ding-dong of a farm animal. No, she had been working hard so that one day she would meet a man like Kalish.
She liked Kalish's circumcised gizmo. She even liked to gag on it a little bit. And she was sure he liked it too. So she kept slamming down on it, not realizing that the back of her throat hurt the head of his penis just as any hard surface would.
Kalish grabbed her by the back of the hair and pulled her off his cock. She was wide-eyed, looking like she had been hypnotized by the thing.
