by Vivien Vale
My deepest yearning comes to the surface, as all those years of wanting to fuck Jenna finally come true.
She's fucking beautiful, an angel. And at least for this moment, she's all mine.
She starts out at a steady pace, licking and cupping my balls before working her way up to my massive shaft. She strokes the length of it with her tongue and circles me from every angle.
I'm dying to find my release, to shoot hot, sticky jets of cum all over her. It's been too long, too many years of staring at her, wanting to dominate her, and it's all coming true.
This is only the beginning with Jenna. She has no idea of the heights of bliss I'll take her to once she becomes mine.
She makes her way to the tip of my cock where she concentrates on making sure I'm happy.
Towering over her small frame makes me feel empowered. I know she wants it too. She's been lusting for this. It's obvious by the way she's going to town on my cock.
Normally I'm a little more reserved, a bit more held back with women. But no one excites me like Jenna. I've been blown thousands of times in my life, but never like this. She's apparently very skilled in more ways than one.
My cock is dripping with her saliva and the feel of it is so fucking good. I want to take her head and force her down on my shaft, making her swallow the full ten inches, but I let her take her time.
Her hands slide around the base of my shaft while she sucks the thick tip with desperate urgency.
I sigh with pleasure. I can hardly take it anymore. I want to explode all over her face, down her throat, every fucking where.
Instead, I push the straps of her dress from her shoulders, and I can see that my touch sends shivers down her spine. That's an awesome power to have over someone, when she desires you so much that a single gentle touch nearly sends her into ecstasy.
I have this power over Jenna now, no matter how much she tries to deny it. And with it comes a certain possessiveness. I want her to feel that way for me alone.
Her dress falls to the floor in a puddle around her knees, and I have a perfect view of her incredible tits. They're full and heavy and perky, begging to be touched.
She's the most striking thing in the world, especially now that she's naked with her lips around my cock. She's not wearing a bra and she didn't even take the time to put on a garter belt. I fucking love it.
Once she's satisfied with the tip of my cock, she starts to get a little sloppy, making it extra wet.
She spits on my shaft, and then moves her hand up and down at a quick pace to the point that I'm having a hard time holding back.
Usually, I'm the authority on self-control, but with Jenna, it's hard for even me.
I don't want to come yet. I need to see Jenna deep-throating me before I'll let myself release.
Once she's got me good and wet, lubed up with her spit, she at last moves her hand and takes in my entire length.
The feel of her tongue sliding along my cock makes it throb uncontrollably. The feel of my cock hitting the back of her throat makes her choke. Her warm lips surrounding me is pure fucking bliss.
I've imagined Jenna doing me like this a thousand fucking times. I've been wanting her on her knees begging for it, in submission to me, and now it’s finally coming true.
At last.
Not even the thrill of racing compares to the effect she has on me right now. Life in the fast lane is better with Jenna by my side, and that's painfully obvious now as she slurps and sucks her way to my oblivion. It feels so fucking good, it’s worth every second of my patience.
I see that now as I look down and see that beautiful head of hair bobbing back and forth, up and down.
She's not able to take my entire length down her throat, so I help her out a little bit. I make my fantasy a reality and pull her hair gently. I force her head so far down my cock until it slides ever deeper, inch by inch, down her throat.
She's choking on it and the sound of her gagging gets me off. You know why? Because she's also moaning, begging for it. Fucking loving it.
This girl wants to choke on my cock. It makes her so happy, I have no doubt.
I thrust into her and she takes it for a while. Then she moves her hand back up to the tip of my shaft to try to slow me down. I wish I had her pinned to the bed, handcuffed, or tied up so that she couldn't use her hands.
As it is, she's sucking and slurping up all the pre-cum she can.
Her deep green eyes look up at me, and it's a sight that nearly makes me come right the fuck now.
Normally, I'm not one to make eye contact during sex. Why would you want to be that intimate with someone who's gonna go home in the morning anyway?
With Jenna, all of that is different. I feel something for her. I can't deny that. What, I don’t know, but it’s there.
So, when she looks up at me from her obedient position, I can't help but meet her with my own hardened gaze. My eyes tell her everything—that I'm the fucking one in fucking control. And her eyes tell me everything, too—that she won’t resist my power.
I'll have to tame Jenna into obeying me willingly, but that's part of the fun. She's a bit wild now, independent, and she'll always have that. But with me, she better be unresisting.
She licks and kisses her way up my shaft. I swear I hear her whimper.
My breathing is ragged as I near the finish line. She can tell because she moves faster, urging me on.
I tense, my balls tighten, and my cock hardens even more. Her cheeks are hollow as she tries to suck the fucking life out of me.
"That's it, baby, I'm gonna come," I say through clenched teeth.
Just as the warmth starts to spread throughout my body and spiral out of control, I pull out of Jenna's mouth and spray my cum all over her neck and chest.
What feels like gallons of cum pumps out of me. Years of desire for Jenna comes streaming out in thick, sticky ropes.
I look down at her face, and she's shimmering with the glisten of my essence.
She does her best to lick up the sticky mess.
But I’m not done. The view of my cum on her tits is just too much. I have to have more.
Jenna
For once, his ocean blue eyes are not so crystal-clear.
They're deep, the color of a stormy gray sky as he sprays his cum all over me.
I couldn't have asked for a better experience with Braden's cock than this. I've been imagining what it would be like for years, and now me and his cock have a personal relationship.
I gave him the best blowjob possible, and I can tell he was loving every minute of it. Though his impassioned eyes tell me that he's ready for more.
The fact that Braden can get hard again so fast doesn’t surprise me in the least. He's a man with many talents.
His cock is like an aphrodisiac that gets me horny for more. I'm incredibly fond of it already and we've only just met.
Now that I see how enormous it actually is, I'm even more enamored with Braden. You may call me lovesick, passionate, or tender for him, but I'm really just infatuated with his massive cock.
I know there's a man behind the shaft, but right now, I'm focused only on that shaft being inside of me.
He offers his hand to help me up. I step out of my dress and now I'm only wearing my heels. His cum is all over my body and it's a feeling I really fucking like.
He hoists me up into his arms so that my legs are around his waist. Then he pushes my back against the wall.
His cock is just inches away from entering me, and I can hardly believe my luck. Here I’ve been daydreaming about Braden for some time, and now it's about to happen...in the powder room at some restaurant.
Going down on him was quite an experience and having him do it to me was also life-changing, but nothing will equate to the ultimate experience of having him inside of me.
I put my arms around his neck and look into his eyes. There's a storm brewing there for sure. I'm not sure what his angle is on me. I'm not sure why I'm even doing this.
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nbsp; My brain simply can’t come up with rational reasons compelling enough to dissuade my body from pleasuring him and craving him.
I want to give into Braden, to the fantasy, but it may not be safe. If I let this moment go, if he enters me, then my work landscape will forever be changed.
I don't want to be just another woman to Braden. I want to be the woman for Braden. But I internally warn myself that setting such high hopes may leave me with nothing but disappointment.
At the same time, with the way he’s clenching my ass with his large hands and the way he has me imprisoned within his arms, his cock so close to my pussy that I tremble, I know there's not a chance I'm gonna say no.
I push my reservations away and vow to forget them for this one single night. I deserve some happiness. I deserve him.
"Are you ready for this?" he asks me, his tone exuding sensuality and seriousness.
We both know what this means. Once this happens, everything will change, and there’s no going back. Am I ready for that? I don't know. But I'm definitely ready to change the status quo.
I'm tired of dreaming of Braden. I want to experience him.
I nod my head yes and he's quick to push just the tip of his cock inside me.
I gasp. His girth is so enormous that even just the head of him is taking my breath away. I can only imagine how it will feel as he slides deeper inside me.
I clench my hands around his neck and dig my fingernails in. I try to prepare myself for what's about to come.
"You okay?" he asks.
I breathe in deeply.
"Yes."
With my admission, he slides in another few inches. My pussy's trying to spread, trying to quickly adapt to the enormity of his cock.
I try to lift myself up against the wall so that the positioning is better. It's surprising how huge he is at first, how he stretches me, but also so amazingly good.
Then he thrusts into me roughly, and I take in as much of him as I can.
We're silent, unmoving. His massive cock is inside of me and he just lets it rest there for a moment while I adjust.
I stare into his eyes, though I want to avoid them. He seems to know everything about me with just one look.
I know he wants more and that I'm about to receive it. He slides out then back in, and then it's happening. With every thrust, my back is slammed roughly into the wall.
I try desperately to position myself better, to take him in easier but it's just not possible. He's too fucking big.
I should've known Braden had a cock to match his personality. It supplies all his confidence. He's cocky on the race track and in life, and now I know why.
He enters me slowly at first, but it's a lot to take. I feel filled up in the best possible way, spread out beyond my limits.
He's trying to let me get used to how large he is, so he moves his thumb across my clit and circles it to stimulate me more. The feeling makes me get even wetter and his cock slides right inside.
He starts to fuck me harder while still fingering me and gazing into my eyes. Then he presses the most perfect kiss on my lips and I feel the orgasm rise from deep within.
My G-spot is throbbing, and my clit is aching. I’m desperate for my release. I'm gonna explode any second, I know it.
He pumps into me, and yet the rush of the crashing wave almost takes me over.
He's kissing me thoroughly and with authority like he knows how crazy his domination makes me. The exquisite pain and pleasure bring me to the edge of the cliff. I hang there for a while.
And then I fall.
"I'm coming, Braden. Fuck," I whisper.
I come around his cock, from within and from without, and I cry out into his mouth as sparks fly off behind my eyelids, my juices flowing from my clenching pussy to soak his cock.
He's pleased. It only took about a minute of him being inside of me for me to have one of the most earth-shattering orgasms of my life.
The world seems dim as all I can focus on is the feeling of Braden's cock still thrusting into me over and over again. He speeds up, and now that I've come, I’m so fucking wet, the sound of our bodies slapping together making everything even hotter.
Our lips are clenched together, neither of us wants to let up. He fucks me hard and he fucks me fast. My first orgasm rolls into another and then another.
Braden Masterson is making me come multiple times. Who he is and what he represents all but disappears. I'm only cognizant of the feeling of his lips and the feeling of his cock filling me in.
He fucks me against the wall for a long time, both of us savoring the moment. And then, at last, he speeds up and fucks me so hard, it's almost as if I'm not there. It's all for him.
He can't hold back any longer and I like the feeling of being his object. If that's wrong, I don't care. The sensation of Braden losing himself in me is right in my world.
He comes inside of me hard and fast. The hot liquid sprays into me and it feels so good. I come again—though I can't be completely sure because this whole experience has been one crazy long orgasm.
I'm shredded by this man in the best possible way. I can already tell I'm addicted to sex like this because I’ve never had it this good. Sex with him is just on a different level, and I can’t get enough.
He lets me down gently, and I sit on the bench. At my side, Braden takes long breaths, just riding the wave before wrapping his arm around me.
We both know what we just experienced was something unique. What we have is intense and special and unparalleled. He's harsh and rugged and fucking perfect for me.
I just wonder what it is that I am to him.
Jenna
I yawn as I turn the key to lock my door.
Being an overachiever has its merits, but being up at the crack of dawn isn't one of them.
The early morning light streams in through the hall windows, between the skyscrapers from across my building.
I'm always up this early, eager to get to work and do what I do best. The thought of motors and technology, and the glamour of the fast life gets me going. My job's exciting, but it doesn’t make my mornings any less brutal.
New York often feels shadowy because of the towering steel buildings that adorn every street. Lucky for me, I have somewhat of a view every time I leave my apartment. I can just barely see the shimmering sunrise through a break in the building.
It's not so cold with spring in the air. Pretty soon, early rosebuds and flower blossoms will line the paved streets instead of snow.
It's been a long winter and I'm ready for rebirth.
Braden seems to be that rebirth for me. He's all I can think about and I can't say I hate that.
We had sex in the powder room but that was it. I didn't go back to his place. I'm trying to draw some lines in the sand. I'm trying to keep some semblance of boundaries up even though I can't resist Braden.
I walk out of my building and say goodbye to the friendly doorman. I live in a pretty upscale place. I make good money doing what I do, and while that's not the reason I'm in it, it's part of the reason why I stay and don't legitimize my job.
I walked to my car where I always park it on the street. I drive a pretty inconspicuous BMW. It goes fast, but not as fast as I'm used to cars going.
This morning, however, there are a couple people in suits leaning against the hood of my car.
I approach them.
"Hey, that's not your property."
"Mrs. Lockhart?" one of them says to me.
"That's Miss to you sir, and how do you know my name?"
"We're gonna be the one asking you questions, understand?" he flashes his badge from his inner suit pocket.
Fuck. I feel like walls might as well be crumbling down on me.
I already know they're here because of the racing league and my involvement with it. I've been hoping this day would never come, but here it is.
"So you're official, what's it to me?" I ask, trying to blow them off.
"Ms. Lockhart, I think you'r
e gonna be very interested in what we have to say. My name is Mr. Harrison, and this is my partner Mr. Sanchez. We're investigating a certain Braden Masterson that we know you are well acquainted with."
My heart sinks as I realize this is more about Braden than it is about me. Suddenly, I'd give anything for this to be about me. Look at me wanting to take the fall for a man I'm not even committed to yet.
Sanchez says, "We've been tracking Braden for a long time. And it's come to our attention that you've become close to him very quickly. This is unusual behavior for him. Normally, his circle is so tight that we can't get an edge in. But with you, things may be different."
I try to get into my car, but they block me.
"What do you guys want? I don't know what you're talking about, and why you’d be investigating Braden."
I try to play off my innocence.
"Please Ms. Lockhart, don't be evasive with us. We know you're in on it too. You're part of a high-stakes illegal racing league in town. We know all about your work and what you do.
“But like I said, we're more interested in Braden at this point. He's been bribing officials and officers for ages. And we know that he's developed an incredibly illegal car modality that he's been using to win these races. We want to use that to expose him."
Oh my gosh, they’re referring to Braden's new technology. How could it be illegal? Do they somehow know more about it than I do?
I have my own questions about his methods, but now I can see clearly the FBI does too.
"Well I don't know anything about it," I say honestly.
"That's okay," Mr. Harrison says. "Nobody knows about the technology yet. But we want you to use your position as someone who is close to him. Get to the bottom of his new invention, and find out whatever technology Braden is using to get ahead. You're gonna find and bring the information to us.
“Once we have that information, we're gonna leak it to the competing racers and everyone will realize what Braden's been doing to win. The organization will crumble from the inside."
Wow, these guys must be really confident in their abilities to sway me that they're gonna reveal their entire plan.