Chapter 2

Jenny went through the whole ceremony, making sure she did all the steps correctly and in full; she didn’t want to have to waste any more time repeating anything to his satisfaction.

She was eager to get that beautiful, thick, hard cock into one of her holes – and it didn’t matter to her which one it was!

“Open that slut mouth of yours. You are going to get my cock ready for you!”

Jenny moaned and opened her mouth obediently. She felt his fat, hard cock begin to slide into her mouth and she used her tongue to caress the underside. He pushed into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat.

She gagged for a moment, but she didn’t back away. She just repositioned her head and took a deep breath, not sure exactly when she would get another. She braced herself as he began to use his hands in her hair to fuck her face.

She sucked as hard as she could, allowing him to control her movements, setting the pace and rhythm. It was hard, mainly because she wanted so badly for his cock to stay in her mouth. Jenny loved sucking cock, she always had even as far back as high school.

But since she had become a cover girl and top model, cocks had become few and far between.

Especially one as delicious and amazing as his. She could lay for hours between his legs with his wonderful cock in her mouth, sucking and licking and kissing the entire length. Jenny continued to moan around his cock as he began to fuck her face deeper and faster.

Abruptly, he pulled his cock from her mouth, and she let out a small, pitiful whimper of dismay.

Before she could protest, however, he used the grip he had on her hair to pull her head further forward, pushing it between his legs to lick his balls.

She didn’t need to be told what to do. She began licking his balls and his perineum, using long strokes with the broad of her tongue to make sure she covered the area well.

“That’s right ... mmmm, you are such a dirty little whore. I mean, what kind of woman – especially a professional businesswoman like yourself – meets a man at a hotel room and is licking his balls within five minutes? Without even knowing his name! Only a whore sucks and fucks without knowing the guy’s name! Are you a whore Jenny?”

Jenny could only moan her answer. Yes, she was a whore! His whore! And she loved being his whore! Jenny’s pussy was soaked and her clit throbbed.

She needed his fat, hard cock plunging in and out of her, hard and deep just the way she loved it. She needed to feel his weight on her, his mouth on hers. She needed to be fucked and used like the whore she wanted to be for him. God, she needed him right then!

But she knew better than to ask for any of it. She understood that to him asking would be taken as an insult – as if he didn’t know her well enough to anticipate her needs. But he did.

He knew her better than she knew herself. He had gotten inside her head and he knew exactly what made her tick. What turned her off and why. He knew when to make a move and what that move should be. He was an artist and her, his masterpiece.

Jenny continued at her task, licking and sucking each of his heavy balls in turn, and licking his perineum from time to time. She breathed in his manly smell and relished the salty taste of his skin.

But he had an agenda and had set his plans for this encounter. Without any word of warning to her, he pushed her back and walked over to the table, leaving her still kneeling on the floor where she was. She waited there, watching as he picked up a few things from the table and came back to the bed.

“Stand up, slut. Hurry up, we don’t have all day!”

She stood quickly eager to please him and make up for being late. He moved around behind her and put a blindfold on her, covering her eyes and preventing her from seeing anything else he might do to her.

She was excited yet apprehensive about having her eyes covered. She trusted him implicitly but still not being able to see what’s coming next concerned her. She was always in control – that’s how she became who she was.

But now he was in charge, he decided what when, and how. It was a unique feeling, surrendering control like that but it was also an incredible turn-on serving him. Before she met him, she had no idea she had a submissive streak in her – she had always been the leader, not a follower.

Now she stood, naked and blindfolded, in a hotel with a man whose name she did not know, merely because he told her to. She smiled, thinking about the turn in her perspective.

Suddenly, Jenny felt a slap to her left tit. She yelped, both in surprise and pain, but she didn’t move away. Again and again, the stinging hand hit her naked tits, and she could feel her tits starting to warm up.

He went back and forth first the left tit got a couple of smacks, then the right got the same attention. Back and forth until both of her creamy tits were pink and the nipples hard and erect.

He always loved her 34DD tits; he loved to play with them, lick and suck them and use them. Her nipples were especially sensitive and he knew that she had a direct line between her nipples and her pussy – playing with her nipples was a sure way to get her pussy wet and wanting!

Taking advantage of her sensitive nipples, he grabbed the taut buds, pinching one in each hand. Jenny groaned and writhed as he pulled and twisted them viciously.

To add another level to her agony, he latching on even tighter, pulling them hard upwards, lifting the whole breast and forcing her to raise up on tiptoes.

Jenny inadvertently cried out as he pulled her tits higher and she danced for a moment on her tiptoes trying to relieve the strain.

Then he let go and she almost fell but caught herself. As quickly as she had, he reached out and grabbed each nub, pulling her back up on her toes.

As he pinched and pulled on her tits more, her cry became a howl of excruciating pain. She tried to stretch herself higher to ease the pain but he was a good bit taller than her and she could not ease her suffering.

Mercifully, he let her back down, only to resume the slaps on her tits. She could feel her tits heating up, the flush seeming to start deep inside her body and radiating outward.

That same heat that burned in her tits also traveled south and burned in her pussy, making her pussy drool and causing her swollen clit to throb.

She could feel the muscles in her pussy walls clench and unclench as if preparing to capture and milk his cock as soon as it entered her most private chamber.

Tiring of the game and wanting to move on, he finally released her from his torment.

“Stand here and don’t move.”

She nodded her head and listened as he moved away from her. She heard him move across the room to the bed and she heard some sort of activity there.

She couldn’t make out what he was doing but the sounds he was making caused her pussy to tingle with excitement. She tried to slow her heartbeat and calm her breathing as she waited for the unknown.

She heard him come closer then he grabbed her hair again. “Come over here,” he said as he began to walk, leading her by her hair.

She followed along as best she could, still blindfolded and wearing her high heels. He led her over to the bed and pushed her backward onto the mattress. She gasped at first, but when she found herself on the mattress she relaxed.

“Move to the middle of the bed, whore.”

Jenny moved to what she figured was the middle of the bed although being blindfolded made determining that a bit tricky.

Taking one arm, he stretched it up over her head and attached a fleece-lined leather cuff to her wrist, then tying it to the headboard. He repeated the procedure with the other wrist, securing her arms firmly.

He placed a pillow under her ass to raise her hips up a bit and then he secured her ankles to the footboard in the same manner as he did her wrists.

Now spread-eagled on the bed and blindfolded, Jenny was helpless and exposed for his pleasure. But in what form that pleasure may take was still a question in her mind.

She moaned, knowing how vulnerable she was and her pussy creamed. She didn’t know what his next move was for certain, but she could hardly wait to find out.

“Please, Sir! Please let me pleasure you! Let your fuckslut’s body as you wish, Cum in my mouth, my pussy, or my ass – whichever you prefer. Let me serve and service you, Sir!” she moaned, half-crazed with lust.

“You asked me earlier to make you cum, and I can tell that you need to desperately. I am not without pity or compassion, whore, so even though you were late and have put my plans behind schedule, I am going to give you what you desire.

“And because I am feeling exceptionally generous this evening, I am going to give you more than you ask for. You will cum, my pretty, you will cum until you can’t stand it. You will cum until there’s no cum left in you. I am going to wear that pussy out, do you understand?

“I have brought along a few ‘friends’ and together we are going to leave you unable to walk, barely able to breathe, and totally wrung out!”

“Ohhh...” Jenny moaned aloud, not trying to keep quiet anymore.

She knew Sir. She knew he didn’t make such threats lightly; if he said he would “wear her pussy out”, she could be assured he would leave her a sweaty, cum-drained mess.

She heard him inhale deeply. “Mmm ... you know how much I love your scent when you are wet and aroused. You smell so ... delicious.”

Jenny felt his fingers lightly tracing the outline of her pussy just along her swollen pink lips going all the way around her leaking opening, brushing the lips ever so softly, and gently pinching her clit.

His touch was maddening and Jenny tried to raise her hips to get him to touch her more. She needed more.

But he knew what she would do and anticipated her actions. He moved with her always staying just within touch but not enough to give her the satisfaction she craved. He was a master of the tease and loved to watch her squirm under his taunting.

After a few frustrating circles around her flower, he changed his tactics a bit and ran the tip of his finger up and down the slit feeling the wetness coming from deep inside her.

“You are wet my dear, but I think we can do better. Shall we see if we can get that little whore cunt of yours a bit damper? I do so love the taste of a juicy peach!”

He didn’t wait for an answer – it wouldn’t have made any difference anyway. He was going to do what he wanted with her and she knew it. It’s what she loved about him and the reason she kept coming back to see him. She craved his control and readily surrendered to it.

He placed his left hand on her pubic mound and pressed down firmly as he took the middle two fingers of his right hand and slipped them deep inside her wet hole.

Using the two outer fingers of that hand to hold open her pussy lips, he curled his fingers up inside her, around her pubic bone, to rub her spongy soft g-spot.

Then he began rapidly thrusting in and out of her pussy with his fingers like a jackhammer with short stabbing strokes.

Jenny had never felt anything like this before and with her already in such a high state of arousal, she knew right off that it wasn’t going to be long before she got the orgasm she so wanted.

He thrust in and out of her pussy, stopping every couple of moments to break up his thrusts with a slap to her pussy. Then he went right back to his thrusting again.

The combination proved too much for her to handle and in no time she was cresting.

“Oh, Sir, I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Please make me cum! Please, please make me cum!”

“Cum then, whore. Cum for me!”

Jenny let loose then, pitching and bucking as he kept thrusting in and out of her and rubbing her clit hard with his free thumb to prolong her orgasm even longer.

He kept up the pressure and torment for what, to Jenny, felt like forever. In reality, though, it was only about a minute or so, but it was the longest minute of her life!