My breath grow more shallow, searching for air wherever it can be found. There isn’t much of it, and what there is seems to come from inside Jenna. I feel like I’m breathing in her essence, and it’s making me lightheaded. But instead of causing panic, it makes me feel euphoric. If I’m going to get smothered to death what better place to do so than Jenna Mynx’s pussy?
My peripheral vision is just starting to turn gray when Jenna finally releases my head. I pull back a little bit and breathe some good, clean air in an attempt to clear my head. I’m just starting to feel normal again when she slams her ass back into my face one more time.
But instead of holding it there she pulls back quickly before slamming it back again. Jenna bounces her ass against my face a few times, laughing in pleasure as she does so.
Once she’s had her fun, she says, “Okay, you’ve been a good boy. I guess you can stick your cock inside me now.”
Staying on my knees, I raise my upper body and shuffle towards her until the front of my thighs are touching the back of hers and my hard cock is resting on top of her ass. I grab ahold of my cock and rub the tip of it against her pussy for a few seconds before sliding it in.
I work it slowly, starting off by giving her just the tip, then gradually giving her more and more of my cock until she’s getting the whole thing, from tip to base, with every pump.
“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” she says. “Work my little pussy with your cock.”
Jenna’s dirty talking gets me fired up. I put my hands on her hips and pump her pussy with more intensity, hammering away at her with everything I have while excited sounds escape from her mouth.
I press down on her lower back, forcing Jenna to arch her spine. This alters the angle of entry and allows me to penetrate her more deeply. I slam away at her, the sounds of flesh slapping together filling the room.
“Oh yeah, just like that,” she says between shallow, desperate breaths. “Pound that fucking pussy. Treat me like the slut that I am.”
Jenna sounds like she means it, so I decide to test her out, slapping her ass with my palm.
“That’s it,” she says. “Slap that fucking ass while you fuck me.”
So I do, smacking her ass repeatedly while I continue fucking her pussy.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she says, practically screaming now. I’m pounding her with more aggression than ever before, my body slamming up against hers hard enough to cause her to yelp when we come together.
Wanting to mix things up a little bit, I wrap my hand around her waist and guide her to the floor so we’re both lying down in the spoon position, her ass pressing up against me. I grab ahold of my cock and smack it against her ass, then slide it into her pussy from behind.
I work it slowly at first, getting used to the new position before gradually picking up steam. She grabs ahold of one of her ass cheeks and pulls on it, opening herself up to me even more.
It isn’t long before I’m slamming my cock in and out of her pussy, pummeling her while she groans and moans beneath me. She turns her upper body so both her shoulder blades are on the floor, leaving her lower half sideways to me, allowing us to make out while I continue fucking her from behind.
Leaving my cock deep insider Jenna’s pussy, I pause for a moment, then hook my arm around her leg. With the crook of my elbow under her knee, I lift her leg until it’s facing up towards the ceiling and continue fucking her.
Staring at her face, which is just inches from mine, I give her a little smack on the breast.
“Oh, you want to get rough, do you?” she says. “Is that what you want?”
Instead of nodding I give her an evil little smile.
“Well if you’re going to do it, do it right,” Jenna says. “Slap my tits like you mean it.”
So I do, smacking it harder.
“That’s more like it,” she says. “But you can do it even harder. I can take it.”
With my cock slamming her pussy more aggressively than ever, I slap Jenna’s tit again. The sound echoes about the room like a gunshot. She yelps, then a low moan follows.
Jenna’s body is bucking up against me, slamming into me just as much as I’m slamming into her. She’s looking directly at me, her eyes full of need.
“Smack my face,” she says, her voice low and serious. “I want you to smack my fucking face.”
I oblige Jenna, giving her a little slap on the cheek.
“Harder,” she says.
I smack her harder.
“Harder,” she says again.
I slap her even harder.
“There you go,” she says. “That’s better. Do it again.”
So I do.
“Again,” she says, her tone desperate now. “Don’t stop. Keep slapping me. Make my fucking face red.”
I slap her continuously while her moans grow louder and her breath rate increases until she’s practically hyperventilating.
“Punish me,” she growls while I’m smacking away at her. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to get punished.”
A low, guttural moan escapes from her mouth and her body shivers in pleasure.
I smack her again. And again. And again, unsure of how many times I’ve done it. But Jenna is still enjoying it more than ever. Or her body is, at least. Her screams and shudders continue growing in intensity until a huge, bucking, screeching orgasm finally overwhelms her.
Jenna takes a moment to recover, then pulls her pussy off my cock and turns around and pushes my shoulders down so I’m lying down with my back to the floor and my face towards the ceiling.
“Now it’s my turn to take control for a little while,” she says, straddling me, her knees on the floor on either side of my body. Staring down at me with a smile on her face, she grabs ahold of my cock and holds it upright as she eases her pussy onto it, taking just the tip of it inside her and holding it there for a couple seconds before lowering the rest of herself down onto me.
With her palms on the floor alongside my head, Jenna rides my cock, leaning forward so her perky little tits are in my face. I attach my mouth to one of her nipples while she moves her ass forward and back, still staring down at me.
I put my hands on her hips and help Jenna bounce up and down on me, impaling herself on my cock. Then I let my hands drop and slap her ass. She bites down on her bottom lip and nods her head and starts hammering herself down on me even harder. I slap her ass again. She replies by raising her upper body up and riding me even more aggressively than ever, her entire weight slamming down on me now.
“You like that?” she says. “You like when I ride your cock? When I bounce up and down on you like a fucking jackhammer?”
In reply I grab a handful of her hair and yank back on it, tilting her chin to the ceiling and arching her spine, displaying her perky little tits more prominently. Hanging onto her hair with one hand, I use the other to give her tits a smack, first one and then the other.
“Hit me harder,” she says, practically snarling the words while she glares down at me with fire in her eyes. Jenna is totally into it now. “Fucking hit me harder.”
So I do, releasing her hair and slapping away at her tits with both hands. The sounds of flesh on flesh fill the room like a gunshot, echoing about, combining with the animal noises coming out of both our mouths to create a veritable symphony of sex.
Close to the point of no return now, I roll Jenna over, putting her on her back. She grabs her legs and spreads them wide, pulling back on them a little bit, her legs straight, her muscles taut.
“Is this how you want me?” she asks, the little half-smile back on her face. “Spread wide and waiting for you?”
“That’s exactly how I want you,” I say, sliding my cock into her pussy and hammering away, my hands squeezing her inner thighs. I’m finally starting to loosen up, getting my groove back, losing the last vestiges of my embarrassment.
I smack Jenna’s thigh. She yelps and begs for me to do it again. So I smack the other side.<
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“Is that what you want?” I say.
This time Jenna is the one who nods instead of replying with words.
“You like it like that, don’t you?” I say. “You like it rough you fucking little slut.”
“I love it like that,” she says. “I fucking love it rough.”
I smack her inner thigh again, harder than ever, no longer worried about hurting her. She’s proven she can take it without any problem.
She releases her legs and starts rubbing her pussy while I smack the inside of her thighs some more, trading off from one side to the other, until both are red, while slamming my cock into her pussy with every last ounce of energy I have.
“Fuck me harder,” she screams. “Break me in fucking half! Turn me fucking inside out!”
Jenna grabs my hand and sticks my fingers in her mouth. I jam them down her throat, making her gag. A few seconds later I pull my hand out and wrap it around her neck, choking her as I pound away at her pussy. Her face turns red and she’s gasping for breath as I focus all my energy on her, choking her with one hand while continuously slapping away at various parts of her body with the other while hammering away at her pussy with my cock, my body slamming down into hers as I rise towards orgasm.
And then I’m there.
I release her throat and slip my cock out of her pussy and scramble to my feet, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her to her knees as I rise. I don’t have to say a word; Jenna knows the drill.
She grabs my cock and slaps it against her cheek a couple times, then takes it in her mouth, working the head of my cock with her lips while her hand jerks my shaft.
No more than five seconds later I utter a string of obscenities under my breath, then my body tenses up for a moment before releasing, sending a stream of white sperm rocketing from the tip of my cock.
With her head tilted up slightly and her eyes wide and looking straight into mine, she jerks me off while I cum, sending my sperm spraying everywhere; into her mouth, on her face, her neck, her hair.
She continues working my cock with her hand until it runs dry, then wraps her lips around it and uses her mouth to suck the last couple drops from me as I shiver in pleasure.
Looking up at me with her cum-covered face and a big smile, Jenna laughs and shakes her head.
“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious once again. An unwanted bi-product from the last six months.
“Don’t be so jumpy,” Jenna says, standing up. “It’s nothing. I’m just . . . surprised, that’s all.”
“About what?”
“Your skills,” she says, grabbing a hand towel out of her purse and wiping the cum off her face. “It was a lot more fun than I expected it to be tonight, that’s all. Especially after the way the evening started.”
“Sorry about that,” I say. “Like I said earlier, it’s been a while since I’ve done something like this.”
“How long, exactly?” she asks as she gathers up her clothes.
“Six month or so. I used to do it all the time but I decided to try and go the traditional route for a while. You know, a relationship and all that.”
“How’d that go?” Jenna asks. I can tell from the look on her face that it’s a rhetorical question but I decide to answer anyway.
“About as well as it did the first couple times I tried it,” I say. “Which is why I gave you a call.”
“And I’m glad that you did,” Jenna says, sliding her pants on and then slipping her shirt over her shoulders.
“Oh, you’re just saying that to be nice,” I say.
“No I’m not,” she says. “Trust me, I don’t bother saying things I don’t mean.” She leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek, then heads for the door. “I had fun, I really did.”
The funny thing is, I actually believe her. Not that it matters though. Even if she is telling the truth I’m still gonna have to pay her if I want to fuck her again. Which is exactly how I want it, to be honest. No games, no bullshit, no messy emotions. Just sex, with no strings attached. Once you got past the money part, of course.
Jenna flashes me one last smile then exits the room. And just like that, she’s gone. And so am I. Until next time, of course. Which isn’t going to be too long from now. Whether you like it or not, I’m back in the saddle again. Or something like that.
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