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Payback Ch. 1

By: Fitofjealousy



"You're not going to help me? She said incredulously, staring blankly at him. "You can't be serious." 

"Oh, but I am Jenna. Deadly serious." he paused. "You can look elsewhere."

"But where?" she pleaded. "I have no-one else to turn to, and you know it you bastard. How can you take advantage of me this way?"

Take advantage indeed. 

Years back, it was Jenna and his brother taking advantage of him. They had all the money in the world. He was a real success, his brother. Owned a couple of car dealerships, two nice homes and a condo in the mountains. Every nice thing he and his wife wanted, they bought. Nothing was ever too good for them. No car, no boat, no meal, no vacation was opulent enough for them unless it was the best. And they flaunted it at every opportunity.

In the meantime, Vince was working hard for every penny he had. Saving his money, making small investments whenever he could. Then the high technology boom hit. Several of the stocks he had bought in Internet firms and cell phone manufacturers hit the roof, doubling and splitting over and over. Finally, when it became more money than he could even think of spending, he sold it all and "beat the market." Every gambler has to know when to quite. After all was said and done, he had cleared nearly 14 million dollars. 

That was just about the time Jenna's life came crashing around her. Jim just up and left without a trace. He did leave one thing though – debt. It turns out some of the business deals that made him so prosperous weren't quite legal. After 15 years of marriage and two children, he took off for parts unknown with his secretary – the IRS and SEC in hot pursuit. 

The authorities put a lid on everything they owned and every dollar they had. Took the houses, cars, boat – everything they didn't need to barely survive. Whether she deserved it or not, Jenna was left with no means of support. That's why, as a last resort she swallowed her pride and came to Vince. 

"Jenna, you've been taking advantage of us for as long as I can remember," he said. "Always asking for favors, but offering nothing in return. Making sure that the world gave you what you were owed. The nicest clothes, the Mercedes Benzes, the personal trainer. Kept yourself in darn good shape, with the kids in private school or camp all day. Then inviting me to the pool so you could shake your tits and ass in my face." It made him crazy, he neglected to mention.

"I didn't mean to . . ." she protested.

"Yes you did, Jenna, and you God damn know it." he shot back.

She hung her head. She knew he was right, and for once in her life she needed him. 

"Vince," she confessed, "I have so many bills and no way to pay them."

"Kept right on spending, didn't you? Why – tell me why I should pay your way out of debt?"

Jenna's face was flush, and she felt a little queasy. "Look, I'm so very sorry for the way I treated you. I wasn't always this way. I was once a nice person, too. Remember how friendly we were years ago? But I let it all go to my head. I did. The money, the houses, all the stuff I had. It just seemed like it would never end. I forgot what it was like to work for the things I had. I always admired you though, admired the way you worked hard and made yourself such a success. Plus, living with Bob and putting up with his shit, I felt I'd sort of earned it."

"What shit?" he asked

"Oh forget it," she replied, shaking her head. "The way he treated me? Like a possession. Just another servant to order around. Nothing was ever good enough. My cooking, the house, the way I looked. And he was always gone. Fishing, golfing, who knows. The kids hardly knew him. Did you know that we hadn't had sex in over a year? Do you know what that does to someone's self esteem?"

"No, I didn't know that," he confessed. "That's too bad." He must be blind, Vince thought. But he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of saying it.

"He was doing it with his secretary, though, the one he ran off with," she continued. "She's 15 years younger than I am. Do you know that I found films of them in his office? Films of her blindfolded and tied up while they had sex. He shoved everything he could in her, fucked her in the ass . . .. " Her blue eyes began to well up with tears. 

"Jenna, " he repeated, "I'm not saying that everything in your life was peaches and cream. But you let him treat you that way because you were living the good life and fuck everyone else. He lost respect for you because you let him. You should have stood up for yourself and demanded respect."

"You're right," she surrendered. "But it's too late now, what can I do? I'll do anything you want, Vince. I still need to live until I can straighten this mess out."

"Come over tonight and bring your bills, I'll see what I can do."

Her face lit-up for the first time in quite a while, he guessed. "Vince," she said, putting both hands around his face, "I want to show you how grateful I am, I want to . . ."

"Don't make a federal case out of it, Jenna," he interrupted, "just come back over at 8:00."

"I'll be here," she said, looking deeply into his eyes. God, she was gorgeous.

Eight o'clock came pretty quickly, but no Jenna. Perhaps she decided that she had some pride after all. That money was not the most important thing in the world. She could live with friends or relatives and get back on her feet. Well, good for her. It was the first time he'd ever seen her do something unselfish, show some fortitude.

The doorbell rang. He answered it and let her in. She looked radiant in a sheer black outfit.

As he watched her walk into the house, Vince marveled at her ass and legs. That beautiful tight ass and long, sexy legs. She was a tall girl, about 5 foot 8, and carried herself with arrogance and grace, even now. The breast implants she'd had were proportionate enough to be undetectable. Done by the best, naturally. Her body was tight and gym-toned. She did the best she could with what nature gave her, which was a lot. She had long, thick blonde hair and a perfect complexion. But her best feature by far was her outstanding legs. She was blessed with a strong and shapely set of wheels. 

Strutting back to the large living room in his new estate she devilishly asked, "Can a girl get a drink around here?"

He fixed her a Whisky Sour just the way she liked it, with a good amount of sugar and heavy on the Seagrams Seven Crown. A potent brew for early evening. He had one too, for good measure. They sat down and he looked over her papers. It was a mess all right. $100 haircut bills, manicures, pedicures, personal trainers, expensive dinners, airfares, hotels, landscaping, boutiques – you name it. Over $45,000 in unpaid credit bills.

"Jesus Christ, Jenna!" he uttered, astounded. "How on earth could you spend this kind of money this fast?"

"I know," she muttered. "I knew you'd be shocked. It is shocking even to me – now. It's just that I didn't know the money would stop coming in, that they'd freeze our assets." Her voice cracked.

He took his time looking over the bills, shaking his head in disbelief, and for effect. He could tell how nervous she was, and the silence only accentuated it. Jenna fidgeted with the ice in her drink, looking at the floor. Good, he thought, let her sweat it out for a change.

"OK, listen," he finally said. "I'll pay these bills for you. All of them. And I'll give you a car to use and a monthly allowance. But it's not a gift, and I'm going to have you sign papers so that when your situation changes, you pay me back first. You've got to learn to accept responsibility now."

Jenna momentarily closed her eyes as she realized that she was saved. She looked as though the weight of the world had been taken off her shoulders. Tears flowed and whether it was the fear dissipating or the whisky working, her body began to visibly unwind. 

"You came through for me," she cried in grateful relief. "You're the only person in the world who would."

She hugged him deeply, somehow transferring all that emotion into her embrace. The feel of a man next to her, the strength of his shoulders and hands released a passion in her that had been denied for too long. She couldn't help herself. She instinctively took his face in both her hands and, lips trembling, kissed him. Tentatively at first, then more insistently, parting his lips with her tongue. As they yielded, she pushed it further in until their tongues intertwined and probed each other urgently. She forced her tongue in, further and further in a kiss that she would or could not disengage.

He needed to see just how much she desired him. He lightly rubbed her glorious breasts, flicking his thumbs over her already stiff nipples, which shot out of her top instantly in response. She breathed in deeply and her body literally shook. He thought she was going to cum. He squeezed harder, kneading her nipples with his thumb and index finger. As her passion got serious, she stopped kissing him and dropped her head on his shoulder as he massaged her breasts, her breath shallow and coming in spurts. He noticed with delight that her light pants betrayed a few drops of wetness between her legs. She was clearly on the road to the orgasm that she so badly needed. He stopped.

"Vince," she whispered hoarsely, "don't stop baby – please. I love what you're doing to me. I want it – I want you right now. I want to make you feel good, too."

"Not here," he advised. "Let's go into the bedroom."

She picked herself up and rather unsteadily made her way to the bedroom, continually looking back to make sure he was following. Her face was a mask of desire and desperation. Once inside the room, she didn't waste a moment. She pulled her mesh shirt over her head and removed her bra, revealing the perfect stand-up tits that he expected. Removing her pants, he saw that her thong underwear were indeed soaking wet. In fact, small streams of her passion were leaking down her leg. Her naked body was glorious. And she knew it. He requested that she leave the high heels on, accentuating the shape of her perfect calves. She lay down on the bed, ready for him. Not so fast though.

"Jenna, let's have some fun. The kind of fun you told me Jim had with his secretary."

"What?" she said breathlessly, "what do you want to do? Look Vince, I need -- need to feel -- I have to – I can't wait to – OK, just do what you want, but now." Her eyes went wide with lust.

Vince pulled three silk neckties out of his drawer. He blindfolded Jenna with one and lightly tied her hands to the bed with the other two. She didn't resist. Then he moved over to the bed and kissed her neck, moving down to her shoulders and then her tits. He licked and squeezed both her nipples. Feeling this, her legs quivered uncontrollably, the juice pouring freely. Moving down her body, his tongue danced along her flat stomach. He started anew at her ankles, licking his way up those terrific legs and stopping at the perfectly manicured pussy. It smelled wonderful and was sopping wet. Jenna was whimpering loudly and straining at her bonds. He knew that if she could, she'd shove her whole fist inside her own pussy and release her orgasm. But it was not in his plan to let her. 

He licked first around her pussy lips, then inside around the entrance, spreading those swollen lips with his thumbs. Lightly playing with her asshole, he licked his way up to her delicate and fully exposed clit. It was completely engorged with blood, sticking up like a pencil eraser. The moment his tongue touched it, Jenna began to buck her hips and shriek. Waves of pleasure pulsated through her body. 

"Oh my God, you're making my pussy feel so good, you're going to make him cum, Vince. I feel it all over, tingling all over . . ." she cooed. Again, he stopped. 

"Please, Vince," she pleaded. "Please, I need to cum so badly. I can't take it anymore. I'm so hot for you right now, my body aches. Please."

Ignoring her pleas, he walked to the top of the bed and pressed his cock head against her lips. With her hands bound, she could only take in what he allowed her, though she plainly wanted it all. Slowly, he gave her more and more of his cock. Just an inch at a time. She took it all masterfully, he acknowledged. He pulled out to let her suck on his balls for a few moments. She sucked them like a baby sucks on a pacifier – firmly, insistently - then continued to lick the underside of his balls, which felt phenomenal. He suddenly allowed the entire length to slide down her throat, almost to his balls. He thought she might have trouble admitting it all, but no, she was so horney at that point, she would have taken a salami down her throat. Jenna thrust her head up and back, trying to get every bit of his manhood. The smell and taste of his cock were intoxicating.

Vince pulled his cock out of her mouth and spent another moment admiring her incredible body. Jenna was so sex starved that she writhed on the bed like she was in heat which, truthfully, she was. Her ramblings were uncontrollable.

"Fuck me, Vince. Make me cum. Cum on me. Do anything to me. Touch my nipples again. Eat my hot pussy." She again strained against her bonds. She was in such frantic need of cock – it pleased him tremendously.

Vince reached into his drawer and pulled it out – the lifelike six-inch vibrator. The once he had filled with extra-heavy duty alkaline batteries. It's almost a shame to defile such a beautiful creature, he thought, but fuck it. He climbed onto the bed on his knees and crept between her legs, lifting them up by her ankles. Slowly he inserted the vibrator in her pussy. With her eyes covered, she had no way of knowing it wasn't the real thing. She only knew how it made her feel.

"Ohmigod, yes, Vince. Stick it in – again, again. Oohh yes." He shoved it in again and again, momentarily giving her what she needed.

Her juices flowed steadily. Vince wiped them off her leg and smeared his cock with them. He placed his cock at the entrance to her asshole, a smile breaking out on his lips. Even in her condition, Jenna took note of this second object and was confused.

"Wait," she stammered. "What – what are you . . ."

Just then, Vince turned the vibrator on, full blast. It undulated explosively inside her tight pussy. The sensation Jenna felt was beyond description, beyond belief. She was overcome by the powerful climax that began coursing through her body. It took her breath away. He abruptly sank his juice-lubricated cock into her asshole. She screamed as her genitals were racked with a mixture of pain and pleasure such as she had never felt in her life. Vince unrelentlessly thrust in and out full length, cock head to balls, again and again. Her rectum, at first impossibly tight, loosened up to accommodate him.

"Please, please wait a second," she pleaded. "Just give me a second to . . . " 

Goose bumps covered Jenna's flawless skin. The veins in her neck pulsated. Her head flailed from side to side with each new sensation. She began to sweat. Vince reached over and pinched her nipples hard, driving her to the near edge of insanity.

"It feel too. . . Oh my God, Oh my GOD. I can't take it. I don't think I can -- wait –I'm going to . . ."

And then finally, mercifully, with his cock stretching her asshole and that big powerful vibrator sending shock waves through her pussy, a shattering orgasm began to rip through Jenna's body. It emanated from her pussy and ass, then spread in both directions at once, reaching to her toes on one side and up through her neck and jaw on the other. The orgasm that overtook her consumed her entire body. It became everything she was about. It felt to her as though every ounce of her flesh, every cell in her body, was burning with incredible pleasure. 

"Mmyygodd – oohh – so good, so good," she murmered, "this -- is the -- most intense --orgasm I've ever had. Vince -- you are – devastating me . . ." she became so overwhelmed with ecstasy that her mouth could form no more words.

She bucked her hips up and down with powerful force, but Vince held tight, fucking her ass through her orgasm until she quickly reached yet another plateau, literally foaming at the mouth in excitation. He continued fucking her through that one until even he could take no more and filled her hole with hot cum, the remainder spilling out onto her perfect ass. As her orgasm finally subsided, she began to slow her movement. Sweat covered her face and matted her golden hair. He untied her and she immediately lurched forward, put her arms around his neck and kissed him. A good, hard fuck is what she had needed, and it was exactly what he gave her.

"I've never in my life," she stammered, "I had no idea I could cum like that. . .I'm going to have to come over at least once a week and give you more of this interest payment," she finally purred.

Vince didn't complain. He had more payment in mind than she could even imagine.

Payback Ch. 2



Vince got out of the shower and dried himself off. He looked in the mirror and noticed that a scowl masked his dark good looks. Something bothered him terribly– what was it?

He had slept with one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen, the envy of any man. She had come to him for help after getting life's royal screwing – just what she deserved. It's so rare to see the high and mighty fall, and especially to see them fall at your feet, but that's what he witnessed.

Then he had the opportunity not only to have sex with her, but also to tie her up and give her the fucking of her life – in every hole she had. She sucked his cock. She begged to suck it. He had this stunning thing purring like a kitten and cumming like a faucet. She would not soon forget his cock in her ass.

And yet still, it was not enough – why? 

Something in his mind told Vince that Jenna had gotten the best of him. Not only did she secure a large loan from him, she seduced him and received the sexual release she so desperately needed as well. So in the final analysis, she won on both counts. She hadn't even called him again after their coupling. 

So that's what was causing Vince to scowl. He realized – after the fact – that Jenna had really come out on top – again. She got just what she wanted – again. She used her beauty and overwhelming attractiveness to her advantage – again. Perhaps she was even laughing at Vince – again. A nice guy who finished last, again. Well, maybe not.

She still needed him, after all. He had paid her outstanding bills and given her a few thousand more to get on her feet, but he knew it wouldn't be enough. He knew she'd have to turn to him again before it was all over. And he was right.

In truth, Jenna had taken advantage of Vince. But it wasn't her fault, really. She wasn't doing it out of spite or for fun, but out of necessity. Plus, it was just what she had been doing her entire life. What she had been trained to do from an early age – use your looks to get what you want from men. 

She meant what she told Vince though, that she admired his hard work and success. She'd seen him change from a commercial real estate salesman a commercial property owner. From a man who made a nice living to a multi-millionaire. Not because he won the lottery, but because he made sound financial decisions, investing and reinvesting wisely. She was actually profoundly appreciative of what he had done for her. Deep down, she knew that she didn't deserve it. She wanted to try and make it on her own, but she had no skills. She was also developing feelings for him, which she was doing her best to hide and deny. That's why she hadn't called him. 

But the fact was, she still needed his help. After she had paid her bills, the remainder of the money hadn't gone far and would soon run out completely. As much as she didn't want to ask for his help again, she had to. And damn it, he was singe, available, and good looking. She was beautiful. Why should she let some other girl waltz in and grab such a prize?

"Vince," she sang over the phone, "it's your blindfolded hostage. How is my captor?"

"Oh, Jenna," he replied flatly. "I was just thinking of you." Damn, just hearing her voice gave him goosebumps. He pictured her face. Her long blonde hair and incredible blue eyes. Her perfect, chiseled facial structure. Her lips – my God, those lips.

"Well, that's always nice to hear," she laughed. "How's everything in Vinceworld?"

Her flat stomach. Those perfectly shaped legs leading up to that magnificent blonde pussy – shaved, but with a perfect patch of blonde hair on top. "The world is not about Vince, Jenna. "he said dryly.

"Oh, I know," she replied, wondering what was bothering him. "I was just asking how you were, that's all."

"I'm OK," he said, purposely not asking how she was. He did want to know, but he knew his question would lead to a lengthy answer, probably ending in a request for more money. He loved to be needed, especially by her, but not being used - especially by her. She has to make it on her own eventually, he told himself.

Jenna was not so easy to shed. She was used to getting what she wanted. 

"Vince, what are you doing this afternoon, I wanted to . . ."

"I have to go clothes shopping," he interrupted. "I have a retirement party coming up, and I need a new suit."

"Whose retirement?" 

"A business associate. The party's downtown in a high-rise hotel of some kind."

"Do you have a date?"

"Well, no," he realized. In fact, showing up with Jenna on his arm wasn't a half bad idea. She was well spoken and spectacular looking. He wasn't above being the envy of every guy there. He just didn't want to ask her. He didn't have to.

"Great!" she snapped back. "I'll go with you. And I can help you with the suit, too. I happen to have great taste in clothes, and I'll tell you what looks good on you."

She was right, she did have good fashion sense, and he did want to make a good impression. "OK," he said, "I'll . . ."

"Pick me up in a half-hour, I'll be waiting love, bye." Click.

Love? She was a pip.

Vince swung by in the red Corvette ZR6 and Jenna was waiting on the steps. She was wearing a purple outfit and high heeled shoes. What a sight, he admitted. She hopped in the car and gave him a quick peck as they drove off. He couldn't help but stare at her legs and hoped she didn't notice, though she probably did. Jenna didn't dress that way for nothing.

At the mall, she spotted a blue pinstriped suit by Valentino. Twelve hundred bucks – figures. But the darn suit looked fantastic. Vince was looking at it in the mirror of the large dressing room when the door opened suddenly and Jenna walked in, shutting the door behind her.

"Oh, Vince, it looks like it was made just for you," she purred. She ran her hands along the arms of the suit. "Nice material," she continued.

Jenna began to squat down as she examined the suit further. The pleated look was out, she explained to him, because the extra material made a heavy man look fatter and on a fit man, like Vince, didn't accentuate his flat stomach. These pants fit just fine, enough room in the waistband to stick a thumb into. 

As Jenna's face neared his groin, Vince looked down to see her lovely blonde hair and couldn't help but look down her cleavage, seeing most of her ample breasts. His cock responded almost instantly.

Noticing a bulge in his pants that was certainly not fabric, Jenna looked around, but saw no video camera. "I just want to check the fit here," she mumbled.

Jenna pulled Vince's cock out of his pants and, smiling up at him, held it softly and licked from the bottom to the top, circling the head with her warm tongue. Holding onto his ass cheeks with both hands, she proceeded to give him a no hands blowjob, bobbing her head up and down his now long, thick cock from the tip of the head and all the way down to his balls. Vince sighed deeply. Her mouth was incredibly wet and warm. It felt like soft velvet to his cock. The sight of her sumptuous lips bedding back as they enveloped his cock was awesome. 

"That's it, Jenna, suck my cock. Stick it all the way down your throat, you pretty bitch. Use your tongue, suck harder," he instructed. "Lick all around the head. Stick your tongue in the hole. Now suck on it like it's your favorite lollipop. Use that tongue!"

Vince's dirty, passionate talk began to get Jenna fired up. With one hand, she stroked his cock as she sucked it far down her throat. With the other hand, she spread and massaged her wettening pussy lips, centering on her clit. Vince held the back of her head as she gobbled him, helping guide his cock as far in as it would go. Then he gathered her hair in his hand so that he was holding it out of her face as she inhaled his cock.

He noticed that her nipples were protruding like lipstick applicators from her flimsy shirt. He instinctively reached down with one hand and kneaded one nipple. Hearing her gulp, he put his finger to his tongue to wet it, then reached down and fondled the other nipple. The feeling made her legs go soft. Her breath started to become ragged as she responded immediately by blowing him with even greater ferocity. 

"Vince," she said passionately, looking at him while holding his cock up so she could suck on his balls, "I love your big, hard cock, I just love it. I love the way it tastes – the way it looks, how it makes me feel."

As she rubbed her clit and resumed sucking on Vince's pulsating hard-on, she used her other hand to hold Vince's. Rather romantic, considering she was blowing him in a dressing room. Vince reached down with his free hand and gave her nipple another hard squeeze, sending chills through her from her breasts to her neck. Inexorably, Jenna began to cum. It was just a tingle and first, but it soon built to a crashing crescendo. She sucked harder and faster on his cock as the feeling overtook her.

"Oh, Vince," she cried out as quietly as she could in the small room, "here I cum, baby, I'm . . . I'm . . . cuming . . .oh . . .oh God . . .mmmm" Her body shook and she went weak in the knees, just barely keeping her balance.

Vince, too, could no longer control himself. His body stiffened and his muscles became rigid. He shot streams of cum down Jenna's throat and on her lips. "Here it comes, Jenna," he moaned. "Here's what you wanted."

Jenna looked at him seductively and took all she could down her throat, swallowing while she sucked the last drops out, then licking the remaining cum off those gorgeous lips. They left the dressing room looking like two kids who managed to steal a candy bar without getting caught.

Suit, tie and shirt paid for, Vince left the mall with Jenna, $1,350 poorer, but outfitted with an exquisitely sewn and tailored Italian suit. 

"Here's $2,000, Jenna," Vince said in the car, "buy yourself some nice clothes for the party. One thing though . . ." he cautioned.

"What's that?"

"There are going to be a lot of wealthy people there. But you are going with me. If you misbehave, if you try to find a sugar daddy, if you do anything to embarrass or cause me to regret bringing you – I won't forget it and I won't be happy about it, to say the least."

"You won't regret bringing me," she said earnestly. "You won't regret anything you've done for me, Vince. I don't forget favors, either." She meant it.

Two weeks later Vince arrived to pick up Jenna. She was ready on time, which both surprised and delighted him. Most women he dated were on time, though for another time zone.

Gliding down the stairs, Jenna looked simply stunning in a black, sheer outfit – sheik and daring but still tasteful and stylish. It highlighted her natural blonde hair and complemented her perfect complexion. She even smelled great. Vince was going to be proud to show up with her. He was also dying to fuck her again - any man would be.

"You look wonderful, Jenna. It was money well spent on that outfit." She neglected to say, of course, that she already owned it.

"You look great, too, Vince. That suit looks like it was made just for you. It really accentuates your physique – not that it needs it."

The party was on the 40th floor, with a remarkable, panoramic view of the city. On the way up, the elevator inadvertently stopped on the 37th floor, where Vince and Jenna got out. A large room with white linen covered tables sat dark and empty. Realizing that they were on the wrong floor, they got back on the elevator and pushed 40.

The partygoers were surely impressed with the attractive couple that strolled off the elevator. Vince was handsome and classy in his new suit, looking like actor Chris Noth, "Mr. Big" from Sex and the City. He carried himself with an air of confidence and success, yet displayed humility as he warmly greeted those he knew with a handshake or hug and a kind word. 

Jenna was indeed the perfect date. Years of acting the trophy wife had not been wasted on her. Introduced by Vince simply as Jenna, she smiled cordially, spoke and listened with charm and intelligence. Her captivating looks, though, were lost on no one. As she danced and partied with Vince, all eyes gravitated to the duet with the movie star looks and presence. 

Vince was having a great time. He liked and admired many of the people at the party, and it was reciprocated. Spending the evening with Jenna was, he hated to admit it, a dream come true.

Jenna was truly enjoying herself as well. Vince treated her like a gentleman would. He was attentive without fawning over her. Unlike so many other men, he wasn't overwhelmed into stupidity by her looks. He kept control. She noticed that he was the recipient of much female attention and it made her feel oddly jealous and possessive.

Underlying it all was the sexual magic they created. Vince was the best she'd ever had, and that was saying a lot. When he was done with her, she knew she's been fucked. She never came so much with any man. He'd done different things to her – nasty things – and she loved every minute of it, Her entire body ached for his strong touch. With a few a few drinks in her system, she was having trouble containing herself. 

She was so relieved when, after four hours, Vince smiled and whispered, "Let's go." He was truly grateful for her company and the grace with which she conducted herself. This was a girl you could easily fall in love with if you weren't careful, he thought. The twinkle in her eye, though, betrayed something other than grace.

Which was why, upon entering the elevator, Jenna pushed the button for the 37th floor, while Vince was waving goodbye to someone.

When the elevator stopped on the dark floor, Vince exclaimed, "Jenna, this is the floor where we were before, there's nothing . . ." 

Jenna pulled Vince out of the elevator and pushed the down button, sending it on its way. Turning to hold Vince's head with both hands, she forced her tongue into his mouth. It tasted of lust and Seagram's. 

Vince, too, was feeling the effects of the liquor and the excitement of being with such a magnificent woman, who so obviously wanted him. Her cool hands on his warm face, the smell of her perfume, the softness of her lips – they overwhelmed his senses as he kissed her back.

The moved together in a slow dance as they made their way, still kissing, into the adjoining empty room, filled with round tables covered with white linen. Vince easily lifted Jenna onto a table. She spread her legs to let him get closer, feeling the hardness of his cock make contact with her pelvis.

"This room is all ours," she beamed, "Right now, there's no one is the world but the two of us." All pretenses were gone. Jenna was head over heels.

Vince slowly raised Jenna's shirt as they kissed. Her skin was smooth and smooth. He inhaled deeply at the sight of her breasts. Perfect – somewhere between a C and D he guessed. Cupping the bottom of a breast in each hand, he used his thumbs to rub her nipples. They grew in his hands until they were sticking out an inch or more. Then he lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth while rubbing the other – switching every few seconds. Jenna breathed hard though her mouth as her head fell back, reveling in the sensation. It made her pussy tingle and get moist. He knew it would.

Vince laid Jenna down on the table and removed her skirt, admiring her black lace thong. He kissed down from her breasts, over her flat stomach and lingered a moment on her navel, which made Jenna giggle. 

As he worked his tongue further down, the fragrance of her moistness coupled with the perfumed powder she used excited him unconsciously. He lifted her shapely legs in the air, holding them by her calves, and licked around the outer edges of her freshly shaved pussy.

"Vince," she sighed, "you're teasing me, baby. You know how bad I want it."

Vince responded by lapping at her genitals with a flat tongue to hit as much area as possible. Jenna shivered. He licked her entire area from top to bottom, getting it good and wet. Licking her clit, he stuck his index finger an inch or two into her slit, curling his finger in a 'come hear' shape to hit her g-spot. When Jenna began to moan and writhe in ecstasy on the table, he knew he'd hit his mark. Time to change the plan.

With his finger still exciting her g-spot, Vince moved his tongue down and licked her ravishing bare asshole with just the tip. Jenna lifted her head up.

"Oh, Vince," Jenna groaned, "What are you . . . I've never . . . my God, it feels so good, no one's ever . . ." 

Just then, Vince did two things. First, he began to rub her clit with his thumb while still hitting the g-spot with his index finger. Then he hardened his tongue and stuck the tip about a half-inch into Jenna's asshole. The combination of pleasures began to wreak havoc on Jenna's senses. Her breathing became sporadic as she neared orgasm. Her hips began to buck up and down on the table.

"Oh my God, what you're doing . . . it's . . .it feels . . .I'm coming . . . baby . . .I'm cuuuu . . . mmm . . .I'm cuuuu . . .mmmm"

Jenna arched her back. Her pussy was just streaming fluid onto Vince's face as she came, hips bouncing violently up and down on the table. Vince held on and kept up his oral actions until it subsided. Then he bent down and wiped his face off with the edge of the white tablecloth.

Jenna sat up, shook her head to clear it a bit and kissed Vince enthusiastically.

"No-one has ever made me cum like you do, Vince," she whispered. 

"I'm not done yet," was his reply.

Vince turned Jenna over on the table. She instinctively got on all fours, her fine ass high in the air. She didn't know just what to expect, but in her exhilarated state, she didn't care. But she didn't expect:

Whack – whack – whack. Jenna wasn't sure whether she heard it or felt it first – the sharp stings of him spanking her ass. She gasped.

Whack – whack – whack again. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain.

"Vince, what are you? . . ."

Whack – whack – whack. Strangely, it felt good to her. She'd never been into S&M, and none of the men she'd ever been with had dared to be anything but gentle with her. But Vince was not one of those men.

Whack – whack – whack. The bottom of her ass cheeks were getting red. And her pussy was starting to tingle again. One word escaped her mouth before she even knew what she was saying.

"More . . ."

Whack – whack – whack. Talk about payback. Vince had Jenna on all fours on the table, and was giving her ass the punishment it deserved. He didn't expect her to love it so much, though.

Whack – whack – whack. Tears streamed down Jenna's face. Not tears of pain, or joy, just tears. 

With her ass bright red and stinging, enough was enough. Vince found himself with an enormous erection to satisfy. Dropping his pants, he quickly found the entrance to Jenna's pussy and buried his cock in her.

"Oh, yes, Vince," she blurted, "oh, yes. 

Vince held tightly to her hips as he slammed his cock in and out, in and out. Jenna's breasts, hanging as much as their firmness would allow, swung back and forth under her. He reached for her mouth. She took his finger in her sensual, pouty lips and sucked on it as if it were his cock.

He took his hand away and put both hands on her shoulders, enabling him to muster as much force into his strokes as possible. He was slamming into her like a piston machine. Jenna's body dripped sweat onto the table.

"Fuck . . .me . . .fuck . . . me," she chanted. "Give . . . me . . . everything you've got."

He did, but perhaps not just where she wanted. Instead, he pulled his engorged cock and positioned in at the entrance to her magnificent flower shaped asshole. 

"Vince, are you going to put . . ."

His answer was to thrust into her rectum, without the usual pleasantries. She cried out in surprise, pain – and pleasure.




Payback Ch. 2



"Oh my God . . . my ass is on fire!!" she shrieked. 

To take her mind off her momentary discomfort, Vince reached under Jenna and massaged her clit. Within just a minute, her hand had replaced his, and she was rocking back into him to get more of his cock in her ass.

"That's it baby," Vince whispered in her ear. "Take it all in your ass, Jenna. I'm fucking you in your ass." He knew his words spoken in hushed tones would turn up her thermometer.

"In my ass," she whispered back. "I want all of you . . . in my ass . . . fuck my ass." 

Slowing down a bit to prevent from cumming, Vince used his strength to literally lift Jenna off the table. His cock remaining buried deeply in her ass, he sat on one of the chairs. Rivulets of sweat cascaded down Jenna's neck and back. 

"Fuck my ass. Your cock . . . feels so . . . . big in my ass," she contrinued.

Vince's cock felt as though it was encased in a tight silken pouch. Her ass was smooth and warm inside. Jenna began to rub her pussy. Vince was getting close the edge of his own orgasm, so he decided to turn up the heat.

Taking his strong hands from Jenna's waist, he held her breasts firmly in his hands. Her nipples immediately responded by protruding like stiff pencil erasers. Taking those nipples between his fingers, Vince squeezed them with varying intensity. Jenna's began to pant like an animal in heat. She rubbed her clit furiously and increased the tempo with which her body danced on his cock. 

"Let's cum together . . . please." she moaned. I want to feel you cum in my ass . . .while I cum from you fucking me. Oh . . . God."

"I'm going to . . . cum now Vince," she continued. "Going . . . to . . . cum . . .NOW!"

"Me, too," he grunted.

Vince's cock erupted as Jenna bounced up and down on his lap, spewing its creamy discharge deep inside her lovely ass. The remains spilt out and coating Vince's cock. She leaned back against him in exhaustion, the sweat on her back mingling with the seat covering his face. A puddle of Jenna's juice remained on the chair when they got up.

"Guess they'll have to clean up a little before the next party," he said, looking at the disarray they'd caused. 

"Next time we'll have to use all the tables, really make them work for their money," Jenna joked.

The night air was cool and refreshing when they finally stepped outside. Few words were spoken on the way home.

Vince loved to be with Jenna. Loved her smile and laugh. The way she made him feel when she held his arm and looked into his eyes. He loved to fuck her and make her scream, too. But still, his feelings of resentment lingered. He knew he'd see her again, and started to think about what he'd like to get out of it.

He knew that he wasn't going to make a commitment to her. That's what she would love, he knew. But he was thriving on the great sex and understood the indisputable law of sex and marriage – 'After you catch a fish, you don't keep giving it bait, do you?'

Jenna loved to be with Vince, too. Loved the way he paid attention to her, making her feel that what she had to say was important. The way she felt safe and secure with him. The way he pounded her like a piece of raw meat, so sexually inventive. Making her cum over and over. She'd never even had anal sex before Vince. Now she deeply desired it. 

She never told him, but all those days at her pool when she wore practically nothing - it was to make sure he noticed her. Because she surely noticed him. She'd never wanted a man more. It wasn't just the money but . . . it was the money, too. There has to be way to make him mine, she pondered. What could she do that would seal to deal?

Sergio the busboy frowned when he turned on the lights on the 37th floor. Damn, he thought, someone messed up the table and chairs. When he got closer, though, he noticed a $50 bill on the table with a note – "Sorry!"

To be continued...



Payback Ch. 3



This story is a continuation of parts one and two, though you need not read either to enjoy it on its own. Please see my note at the end of the story.  

Jenna was feeling pretty good, quite satisfied. It was true; her husband had left her for his secretary and run off to avoid the IRS. Another wealthy corporate outlaw. Yes, she was saddled with a mountain of debt and no way to pay it. No doubt, she had two young kids to care for and no employable skills. But she had two things going for her.

One, she was a stunning, head-turning beauty. She wasn’t going to model, already in her late 30s. But it never hurt to be drop dead gorgeous, and there had to be sugar daddies out there who would appreciate her. Which led to point number two, Vince.

Vince was Jenna’s ace in the hole, her savior. An old friend turned wealthy, Vince had pulled Jenna’s fat out of the fire by paying her outstanding bills and providing her with a monthly allowance. He did it because he was a decent person, and took no pleasure in anyone’s misfortune. It hadn’t taken much to turn her friend into her lover and good God, what a lover her was. Sugar Daddy was one thing, but Vince was young and handsome, an innovative and tireless lover who’d made her cum more intensely than anyone had in her entire life; and she’d been having sex since her early teens.

And still – this was the thing that gave Jenna butterflies – she still couldn’t get Vince to commit to her. She knew why of course. When she was in the chips with her husband and Vince was a working man, she flaunted what she had. Not just to him, to everyone.

Her beauty and her money were her claims to fame, her calling cards. If you weren’t one of the rich and famous, you weren’t in her crowd, old friend or not. It wasn’t totally her fault, really. It was just the way Jenna was brought up. Your looks were your tool. Develop them. Use them. Learn how to dress, to makeup, to walk. Look into a man’s eyes with your blue sparklers. Make him think it’s just you and him in the universe. Then, with the right man, you can have whatever your heart desires. At least that’s what her mom had taught her.

Still, Jenna felt confident that she could bring Vince around. They’d made love a few times and it had been spectacular. She’d sucked his cock until he had splashed his load into her mouth. She even allowed him to ravage her virgin asshole with his rather large pipe. Never mind that she’d loved it and came like a geyser, screaming his name. What man could resist her, she thought with a self-satisfied smile. It was only a matter of time until he just couldn’t live without her. Then she would be back on top and the world would know – Jenna could not be kept down for long.

She knew she’d better get moving though. She hadn’t spoken to Vince in a couple of weeks at least, and it was monthly allowance time. She’d better stop by and see him, sweeten the pot a little. This foreplay was fine, but it was getting time to reel-in her prize.

Sifting through her mail on the way into the house, she looked at her Visa bill. ‘Whew,’ she thought, Vince better not see the particulars of this one. She’d gone a little overboard with those sandals, getting them in several colors but hey, she had to coordinate with her outfits, right? And $180 a pair was not that bad. The facials and haircuts at DeClasse spa were a must. She just loved the Japanese steeping tub with the earth salts.  Their facials were top notch, too. Luckily, the gym and her personal trainer took credit cards. Anyway, Vince was a multimillionaire. Her could afford it.

There was her car lease payment. Huge, but worth every dime. It always pays to get the best.  That’s what her ex-husband used to say. And he should know. He taught her. And Mercedes was the best for under $100,000.00 In fact, it was almost time to lease a new one. Goody. Maybe silver this time, or white.

Oh look, a letter from Vince. Was it her monthly check, early? The guy was reliable as clockwork and he … what was this note?

Hi Jenna,

As we agreed, I paid all of your outstanding debt and a monthly allowance of $12,000 so you could straighten out your debt. I’m sure that’s been done by now, so I’m decreasing your allowance to $4000 a month until you get a job. I hope you have been looking for one, and an apartment, as we discussed. Take care and good luck with the job hunt.  Best to the kids.

Fondly, Vince

Jenna got a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, as though someone had punched her. Like all the wind was knocked out of her.

How dare he, she thought. $4,000 per month? That’s poverty. The Mercedes lease and insurance alone were $1,200 a month. Any decent luxury condo was at least $2,500 more. Then there were clothes, the maid, private school – was he joking? She was barely scraping by on $12,000 a month. This was out of the question. No how, no way. She had to speak to Vince and straighten this out at once.

Vince picked up the phone on the second ring.

“Vince, its Jenna.”

“Oh hi, Jenna, how are you?”

“How am I? I was fine until I got your letter.”

“My letter? You mean my check,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yes…” she fumbled. “Your check. Thank you. But Vince, what’s this about $4,000 a month. You can’t…”

“Jenna, I have been there for you, deservedly or not, when you needed me. I agreed to help you get back on your feet. But I never agreed to support you for the rest of your life. That’s up to you. I think $4,000 a month is a fair amount. More than fair.”

“But Vince, a townhouse rental is at least $2,500 per month.”

“An apartment in Fairfield is under $1,000,” he answered.

“The Mercedes lease is…”

“Right, the Mercedes. The lease is up this month, and a new Toyota Corolla is around $200 per month.”

“But my hair…”

“There’s a place at the mall,” he countered. “They sell nail polish, too.”

“I’ve got to have clothes, you know, I…”

“Wall-Mart.”

“I need the maid…”

“I’ll buy you a vacuum and some Endust.”

“What about the gym, Vince.” Jenna was nearly in tears. “I have to stay in shape.”

“I’ll get you some dumbbells.”

“The kids, Vince, think about them. Their private school…”

“Fairfield has an excellent public school system, and it’s free of charge.”

“Public school? They can’t possibly get a descent education in…”

“Why not,” Vince interrupted. “I did.”

This was not going well. Not going well at all. What Vince was suggesting was that she lead a pedestrian lifestyle. Like a typical working person. How cruel. How utterly reprehensible. She hung up with a weak “I’ll call you back.” She had to have time to think, to marshal her forces.

Jenna looked through the paper for jobs that would suit her experience. The trouble was, she had none. There were no jobs for ‘ex wives of wealthy men who are good at spending money’ in the employment section. The best she could find was a job selling perfume at Nordstrom's for $7.50 an hour. Oh my God, slave wages. And what if she saw someone she knew? She’d die, absolutely die. Unthinkable. Jenna was distraught. 

Time for plan B. Jenna was going to pay Vince a visit. There was one job for which she was perfectly suited. Seduction. She prepared herself. Jenna carefully applied her makeup and brushed her thick blonde hair. Eye drops hid the bloodshot streaks her tears had created. Bright pink lipstick accentuated her sensuous, if not overly full lips. How could any man resist her, she smiled to herself. Vince would soon be begging to pay her bills. He’d gladly pay $12,000 a month – more - $14,000 a month. If sex was necessary, she would give him the sex of his life. She hoped she’d have to.

Jenna made the short drive over to Vince’s palatial home. “This is where I should be living’ she told herself as she parked her gleaming car and wiggled her way to his front door.

“Mr. Vince not home,” the housekeeper informed her, “He went to shore house.” So hard to get American help these days, Jenna opined as she winded the curves to Vince’s secluded beach house. It wasn’t overly large, but cheerfully decorated and professionally landscaped, with a lovely pool and Mexican tile floors. A great getaway. But Vince was not getting away from Jenna.

Vince’s Ford Explorer was parked in the circular driveway. ‘Vince… Vince, so rugged.’ She smirked. ‘At least get yourself a Land Rover or Lexus truck – show some class. Must I teach you everything?’

Jenna rang the doorbell, satisfied with her manicure and tan fingers. She knew he’d be happy to see her face. Who wouldn’t? Who . . .

“May I help you?” the girl said, opening the door.

“Who … who are you?” Jenna stammered.

“I’m Suzie,” she smiled, “Vince’s...friend.”

Jenna surveyed this Suzie, the way most girls check each other out. Only in this case, Jenna was suddenly inspecting the competition. Suzie was about 5’4”, obviously of oriental decent. Her eyes were dark brown, and her beautiful long hair was nearly black, with red highlights. Her lips were full and innocent, the kind that begged to be kissed. Her chin featured a slight cleft that gave her face balance. Whereas Jenna’s skin was light, like an alabaster sculpture, Suzie’s skin tone was olive, the kind that looked perpetually tan. Suzie appeared to have curves in all the right places, and a set of large, firm breasts. Her legs, unlike Jenna’s long runner’s legs, were shorter and strong looking; with shapely calves capped with delicate feet. With one look, Jenna knew she was in trouble.

“And you are?” Suzie asked professionally, breaking the silence.

“J… Jenna. I’m Jenna,” she faltered, trying to clear her head. “I’m Vince…Vince’s friend, too.”

“Oh, Jenna, yes. I’ve heard all about you. Won’t you come in?”

Jenna stood frozen for a minute, like a guest that just got caught crashing the party.



Payback Ch. 3



Suzie lightly held the bottom of Jenna’s chin as she kissed the blonde back, with slightly more pressure than their first kiss – and a lot more tongue. She licked around the inside of Jenna’s mouth. She tickled the palate of her mouth, then along the inside of her teeth until Jenna’s tongue joined the party, engaging Suzie’s in a languid wet dance. Both girls’ pussies were buzzing with arousal and anticipation. Neither one knew what would happen next. Neither one was willing to stop.

Jenna closed her eyes tight and reached out for Suzie’s breasts. Big, full breasts that strained her clothing. Jenna cupped them gently, running her fingers in ever tightening spirals until they circled Suzie’s dark aureoles. When her finger tips made contact with Suzie’s willing nipples, Suzie gasped and moaned into Jenna’s mouth as her passion got serious. Jenna had, intentionally or not, hit Suzie’s launch button and was about to be rewarded.

Suzie reached out and held Jenna’s breasts in her hands, using her fingernails to flick at her nipples. Jenna’s head was swimming in a lusty pool. Tingles ran rapidly from her nipples, down her stomach, though her thighs and hit ground zero at her pussy. The girls were engulfed in a fiery passion that was about to ignite fully.

“You’re making me crazy blondy, you know that?” Suzie panted, her lips quivering. “My entire body feels your touch.”

“I know,” Jenna panted. “I feel…it’s the same with me. I’m…out of control, Suzie. I don’t know why but I…ache for you. I am so fucking horny right now, I could…” 

“You could what?” Suzie gulped, dying to know if Jenna was willing to go as far as she was. “What could you do?”

Jenna kissed her passionately, leaving no doubt of her amorous feelings. She grabbed Suzie’s big tits, not gently, but roughly, pulling her thick nipples until Suzie squealed with pleasure. Jenna lifted Suzie’s green shirt and was breathless. Suzie wore no bra that morning, as Jenna knew from feeling her up.  Her breasts, so large and round, seemed to defy gravity as they held their place proudly on her chest. They were so beautifully toned and textured, like the rest of her skin, with huge aureoles the size of small pancakes, and dark brown nipples that protruded perhaps an inch. 

Jenna dropped her face into Suzie’s breasts and licked all around them, soaking them with her saliva. She licked all around the aureoles, getting Suzie hotter and hotter, then zeroed in on the stiff nipples, taking them between her lips one at a time and sucking hard. While each nipple was in her mouth, she licked the tip with great speed, flicking her tongue on the tip like a wet vibrator.

“Oh…oh my,” was all Suzie could manage, as her breasts were ravaged. Jenna’s sucking and licking was making her so horny, that she was nearly out of her mind with arousal. She placed her hands on the sides of Jenna’s head, stroking the blonde’s hair as she drove Suzie into a frenzy. Jenna was making moaning and loud slurping sounds of her own, clearly enjoying her work.

Suzie couldn’t take any more. She lifted Jenna’s head and kissed her – hard. Jenna felt that kiss throughout her entire body. But there was just one area Suzie was interested in. With Jenna’s help, Suzie lifted her new friend’s dress up and over her head, dazzled – and rightly so – by the incredible tight body underneath. Holding and squeezing Jenna’s tight breasts, Suzie licked a path down her chest, over her taught stomach and into her gorgeous vagina. It was a trip her tongue enjoyed immensely. Suzie teased Jenna by licking just her smooth, creamy white inner thighs at first, breathing in deeply and reveling in their smell and taste. Jenna’s moans, coupled with her frenzied thrashing about, told Suzie that she was in no mood for taunting. 

Jenna had never even seriously kissed a girl before, never mind this. Even in college, when girls are most likely to experiment, Jenna had so many boys after her that she had very little time for girls who were friends. And yet, here she was, at the mercy of this incredibly hot Asian girl, who was about to lick her pussy and drive her over the edge of… something. Blame it on the liquor; blame it on the stress and frustration she’d been feeling, blame it on the stars if you want. The fact was, Jenna was dying for it.

Suzie spread Jenna’s pussy lips with her thumbs and stuck her tongue deep into the pink slit. Backing out, she licked all around Jenna’s luscious folds, then around the bottom of her pussy, near the perineum, lightly licking her way back up to suck on Jenna’s swollen clit. She wagged her tongue from side to side, making sure no spec of flesh went untouched. Moving her fingers to the top of Jenna’s mound, Suzie lifted up the clitoral hood, exposing the sensitive nub of her clit. She took it in her mouth and encircled it with her tongue, moving faster and faster. Jenna was lifting her ass off the couch and arching her hips, her legs tightening. Her body was shaking noticeably.

“Ohhh, Goddd,” her voice trembled. “You’re doing it to me… the first time a woman…you’re making me feel so good, Suzie. Sooo…”

Suzie knew.  She loved men, loved their looks and smell, loved their strength, taste and touch. Loved the way a good hard cock could, in the right hands – in Vince’s hands for instance – bring her to another level of ecstasy, make her cum again and again as she gripped and contracted against the cock in her pussy or ass. But she also knew that pleasing a woman – just the precise amount of pressure, just the exact spot, knowing what each shiver meant and utilizing it – takes a woman. That’s why adult videos have men and women, and women together. The scenarios are different, but equally hot.

Suzie rolled Jenna over on the couch. Jenna lifted her ass in the air, her knees and feet on the floor, supporting her weight on her elbows. Suzie literally stuck her pretty face in Jenna’s ass, as she licked a path from her anus to her clit, making figure eight’s with her tongue all the way up. Jenna, enjoying it immensely, was wagging her ass in Suzie’s face. Now and again, Suzie would lightly bite Jenna’s perfect bubble but, savoring the taste and feel of Jenna’s ass as her teeth slid along it. 

Suzie stuck her thumb in Jenna’s glistening pussy as she gave her anus a thorough tongue bath, loosening it up for what Suzie knew was to come. In and out of Jenna’s pussy – first one then two fingers, gliding easily with Jenna’s natural lubrication as her tongue tip penetrated Jenna’s asshole.

“Oooh, Suzie, yeah baby, oooh,” Jenna cooed, smiling into the pillow, her ass moving rapidly up and back into Suzie’s face. Then Suzie switched tactics.

Suzie turned her face around so that she was underneath Jenna’s crotch with her lips on the blonde’s clit. As she quickly licked it with hard, fast strokes, she used Jenna’s wetness to saturate her finger as well as Jenna’s ass. Then, boldly, she inserted her index finger into Jenna’s anus, stopping at her first knuckle. Jenna tensed for a moment, then let out a long sigh as her sphincter relaxed. Her path thus opened, Suzie’s finger continued its journey until it could travel no further. It was at this point that Suzie began to move her finger in and out, wiggling around inside of Jenna’s rectum. All the while she maintained her frenzied pace on Jenna’s clit.

Jenna felt impossibly good. It was hard to explain, but it was a whole body kind of good, an incredible sense of well being. Her eyes were closed, and the only sounds she could hear were Suzie lapping at her welcome slit, while the finger in and out of her ass made kind of a ‘whooshing’ sound. The feelings and the sounds began to intensify, as though someone had turned up the volume on both of them. Her body was like a tuning fork that someone had struck, and she was vibrating, harder and harder until…


“Aaggg,” Jenna growled. Oh…oh…oh…feels good baby. Gimme, gimme, oh my God. I feel like I’m going over…a cliff…like I’m going to…”

Jenna exploded, liquid streaming onto Suzie’s face, where she licked and swallowed it graciously. Her body as rigid as a two by four.

“Cumming…cumming so hard,” Jenna spit out, feeling an incredible sizzle in her genitals. Suzie held on tight, riding out the orgasm until Jenna’s body softened and relaxed, collapsing into the soft couch.

Jenna rolled over, her entire face covered in a peaceful smile, like you’d see on a sleeping child on Christmas Eve, dreaming of candy and presents. She felt kind of strange, being brought to orgasm by a woman for the first time. But it was a nice form of strange. This was no seamy street-corner sex. She had gotten head by a beautiful, successful woman. It was a delightful tryst, if anything.

“How do you feel, Jenna?” Suzie asked, hesitant to broach the subject, but knowing she had to ask in order for Jenna to feel comfortable with what she’d just done. She was delighted with the answer.

“Wonderful,” Jenna replied dreamily, surprising even herself.

“I’ll never forget the very first time I tasted…” Suzie continued softly. “It was so foreign, so exotic, yet so, so arousing. The smell and flavor, the texture, it’s so incredible. To be there in that moment, to have your face buried in the center of that person’s sex, it’s like the core of their being. To lick that fragrant little flower and hear your gasps. It was so hot.

Lying next to Suzie, feeling her warm skin as her lovely voice talked about the joys of eating pussy was making Jenna long to taste it herself.

Leaning over to Suzie, Jenna softly kissed her lips, swirling her tongue around inside of Suzie’s mouth and tasted her own juices inside. It made her feel…decadent, to be tasting her own internal flavor inside of another girl’s mouth. 

Suzie’s incredible breasts were dangling under her, and Jenna could not help but take hold of one and caress it. Suzie sighed and raised up on her knees, her hands clasped behind her head. Her imposing breasts unmistakably presented themselves to Jenna’s mouth, where they found a willing home. Shaking slightly from the excitement of it all, Jenna leaned over and took a hold of those magnificent breasts, popping first one and then the second nipple her mouth. She licked around the aureole, finally zeroing in on each erect nipple in turn. Suzie slowly closed her eyes as the feeling swept over her. She held Jenna’s head tenderly in both hands, and kissed the top of her head.

Jenna’s tongue, not satisfied to remain stationed on Suzie’s breasts, delicious though they were, made a wet journey down her stomach, licking further and further down in a serpentine pattern. 

Suzie scooted up on the couch, her legs draped over Jenna’s shoulders as Jenna nibbled and licked the insides of her thighs. Her skin was so smooth and tan, so soft and inviting. Jenna could clearly smell the aroma of Suzie’s arousal, and it drew her in like a homing signal. She licked around the outer folds of Suzie’s vaginal lips, which were perfectly manicured and free of hair. It was like licking at a soft, delicate pastry.

Her tongue then found her moist inner lips. Jenna took this skin between her lips and sucked it, skimming her teeth along the skin for greater emphasis. Her hands were within Suzie’s folds as well, kneading and massaging her thick, swollen outer lips.

“Oh Gggg…” Suzie moaned, enthralled with Jenna’s technique. . “And you’re going to…honestly tell me that…this is the first time you’ve ever done this?”

“It is…the first time I’ve ever done this,” Jenna answered, looking over the skimpy thread of hair Suzie had intentionally left on her mound and into her glazed-over Oriental eyes, the sexiest eyes Jenna had ever seen. Eyes she was actually jealous of.

“But it’s not…the first time I’ve ever thought about it.”

“But you…you do it so well, Jenna. How…”

“I’ve never been so…turned on and attracted to…another women in my life...that’s how.”

“Mmmm,” Suzie purred, no happier with the answer than she was about Jenna’s persistent tongue running the length of her slit. “Know how you feel.”

Jenna moved her tongue to Suzie’s bulging clit and, using her top teeth the raise the clitoral hood out of the way, gave it a thorough oral assault. Suzie’s hips instinctively bucked up and down slowly, vibrations emanating from her slit like ripples in a pond.

She pushed her vagina forward into Jenna, putting even more pressure on her danger zone, and stimulating her arousal thermometer even further. Then she did something on her own to elevate it right off the scale.

Suzie wet her index finger in her mouth, rubbed it around the bottom of her vagina where her own moisture had pooled, and stuck it into her ass. If that thermometer had been real, the steaming heat poring out the top would have broken the glass.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, and glistened on her lovely lower back. She didn’t have far to go. Tremors began to surge through her, minor at first, but building with each passing moment of Jenna’s tongue performing figure eight’s on her clit. Her level of lust was becoming intolerable and she knew she’d need to have the release of orgasm soon, or go mad.

Her genitals were super-sensitive for some reason. It seemed like every lick of Jenna’s warm tongue was magnified tenfold. Her erect nipples were on fire and literally straining her skin, she was so horny. She wasn’t even aware that it was her own finger in her ass, only that it felt incredibly good. The veins on her pretty neck were bulging. Thankfully, Suzie wouldn’t have to wait much longer for sweet liberation. Her orgasm began to build in her genitals, then radiate out to her lower stomach. It traveled down her long thighs until she felt it in her calves, then down to each toe.

At the same time, that marvelous tingly feeling reached its tentacles up her smooth stomach to her huge breasts, which were vibrating so much it seemed that her nipples would simply pop off. When it reached her head, it was at full boil, and Suzie’s eyes rolled back in her head. Her lips quivering uncontrollably.

“Goddd,” she stammered, “Ggggg…whoa, Jenna. Oh my God in heaven, I’m cumming so harrrrrdddd….” Suzie’s head fell back as the orgasm rendered her speechless, her entire body quaking. Just as Suzie had done for her, Jenna rode the girl through her orgasm, gratified at all the bucking, shaking and stiffening Suzie’s body was going through – she was doing a good job. Sweat rivulets cascaded down Suzie’s neck, dripped down her breasts and off her nipples.

By the time Suzie was back on earth, both girls were out of breath, sweating and elated.



Payback Ch. 4



 To my fans of the Payback Series, greetings and thank you for reading. This chapter is the immediate continuation of chapter three. If you haven't read that, you may just want to scan the last few paragraphs to get the flow – or just read the whole thing!

Jenna watched Suzie run off at the sound of Vince coming through the door. She heard muffled voices, but only had one thing on her mind, pussy. Suzie's pussy.

Jenna had never been with a woman before Suzie, before today, and her senses were still tingling. She'd had Suzie's pussy in her mouth, the engorged clit between her teeth. She'd felt Suzie's juices running down her cheeks as she lapped at her swollen pussy lips. She held the girl's smooth thighs, spreading her legs by holding her ankles – those incredible legs and strong calves. Oh God, the perfumed smell of her pussy. The way her big tits felt in Jenna's small hands. Jenna's pussy quivered just thinking about it. The truth was, and this wasn't just the whisky talking, she could have made love to Suzie all day.

She imagined herself positioned under Suzie. Those big tits swaying in rhythm over her as she fondled and sucked on Suzie's sweet cunt lips, lapping with long, broad strokes of her tongue. At the same time, Suzie would be spreading Jenna's legs and using her tongue like a wet sponge ram on Jenna's asshole, licking around it in circles until it was soaking wet, then inserting her finger in the tight crevice as her tongue made its way along Jenna's long slit. Jenna began to salivate, and had to swallow several times at the thought of it. She hoped Suzie would come back soon.

Within a few minutes, Suzie came padding back into the room, a look of mischievous excitement on her face. Following her were Vince and another man, a stranger to Jenna, but a handsome one. Luckily, Jenna had composed herself enough to have thrown her clothes back on, though she was self-conscious at not running a brush through her hair and reapplying her lipstick and makeup.

"Jenna," Vince smoothly said, "what a pleasant surprise. I'd like you to meet my friend and business associate, Paul Wilson."

Paul walked over to Jenna and casually extended a hand. "Nice to meet you, Jenna."

"N...Nice to meet you too Paul," Jenna managed, still a little intoxicated by the liquor and sex. "It's my pleasure."

Paul was momentarily transfixed at the sight of Jenna. Vince had told her that she was pretty but Good Lord, she was exquisite. Long blonde hair, laser beam blue eyes, pouty lips and a body that...wow what a body. 

Jenna knew from his gaze what he was thinking. She wasn't Jenna for nothing, and the effect she had on men was legendary. And yet, looking at Paul, she surmised that he had a similar effect of women.

He looked to be in his late thirties, judging by a few lines and a couple of grays in his otherwise sandy blonde hair. Paul had the look of an athlete, a man who still took pride in his looks, but in a casual way. His broad shoulders and trim waist spoke of time in the gym or the mountain bike trail. His blue-gray eyes looked like they'd enjoyed many playing field and pub laughs. Tall and muscular, he carried himself with an air of self-confidence – something Jenna admired. Weak, tentative men did nothing for her except to serve as her gophers – something they were more than happy to do.

"Why don't you two freshen up a bit?" Vince suggested, walking over and picking up some legal sized files from a corner table. "Paul and I have a little business to attend to. Shouldn't be long, and hour or two at the most, and we'll pick up some dinner on the way home. Then we can party a bit – sound good?"

Suzie smiled at Jenna and nodded to her approval to Vince. Jenna, who had not taken her eyes off Paul yet, nodded as well, and watched his ass walk off as the men left.

"Oooh, he's a hotty, huh?" Suzie smiled to Jenna. "Hello, calling Jenna – is anyone home."

"He sure is," Jenna cooed. 

The razor felt cold against Jenna's skin. But Suzie seemed to handle it skillfully, as she trimmed the hair from Jenna's crotch and pussy. 

Jenna spread her legs and enjoyed the site of herself being manicured. Suzie spread cream on the blonde's pussy with a shaving brush, then masterfully removed the cream and hair without spilling a drop of blood. Now and again she'd pause and look up into Jenna's dreamy blue eyes, which seemed to be brimming with desire as they blinked slowly.

Suzie moved her fingers around Jenna's outer lips, positioning them this way and that to ensure a thorough job with no stray hairs. 'Oh God,' Jenna thought to herself, as ripples of pleasure warmed her pussy like a shot of bourbon warms the stomach. She felt her legs shaking slightly, though Suzie seemed to be too engrossed to notice. She so badly wanted to rub her aching pussy to help alleviate the buzzing inside, but it was not possible. As if not noticing at all, Suzie stretched the skin to make a flatter shaving surface, as Jenna's lower lip trembled slightly and her hands twitched. It was when Suzie moved her fingers around Jenna's asshole to catch one or two errant hairs that the blonde closed her eyes tight, clenched her jaw and raised her head, trying desperately to keep from bucking her hips. 

Jenna breathed in deeply, inhaling the fragrant shampoo from Suzie's long, silky hair. She studied the girl's delicate Oriental features, and grinned at the concentration on her face. She certainly took her work seriously, a plus whenever one has a razor blade in one's hand.

Removing the excess cream with a soft towel, Suzie smiled as she exposed her masterpiece, a beautifully bald pussy, with a perfect patch of blonde hair above it. No cuts or razor bumps. Wetting a small section of towel, she made sure to remove every stray hair by irrigating Jenna's pussy, then patting and rubbing it with the dry part of the towel. By the time she had repeated this procedure several times, Jenna's pussy was truly free of hair and cream, and her clit was protruding like a hard marble. 

"All done, baby." Suzie sighed. "Your turn to do me."

As Suzie got up off her knees, her voluptuous naked body was fully exposed again to Jenna. Like a Roman sculpture, with strong, athletic legs, flat stomach, wide ribs and large, perfectly shaped tits. Jenna swallowed hard, her resistance diminished by the eroticism of having her pussy kneaded and shaved, them wetted down and patted dry. Leaning into Suzie, Jenna took the lovely face into her hands and kissed Suzie deeply, swirling her tongue all around the inside of Suzie's mouth and moaning in frenzied delight as Suzie returned the kiss. Jenna felt as though she wanted to swallow Suzie's lips and tongue, frantically kissing her sultry mouth, then lifting Suzie's face up to lick and kiss the girl's neck. 

Reveling in the passion, Suzie reached out and cupped Jenna's tits in her hands, running her fingernails in small circles over the nipples, until they strained the bounds of her skin, sticking out nearly an inch. Jenna's eyelids fluttered as the moisture built up within her pussy, and all she could think of was Suzie's tongue and the sweet relief it could bring.

Suck...suck my pussy Suzie. Lick my cunt for me baby," Jenna sighed, trying to keep it from sounding like the plea it in fact was.

"With pleasure, Jenna," Suzie replied in a low voice, licking her way down Jenna's fine body. Jenna threw her head back and shivers coursed through her, goosebumps spreading out all over her body. Suzie's tongue was making patterns along her smooth skin, snaking it's way to her crotch.

Lifting Jenna's legs, she licked her delicious feet and calves on her way up the smooth expanse of her thighs. The closer she got to Jenna's crotch, the more the blonde's hips and ass wiggled on the cold tile of the sunken bathtub. As she finally got to Jenna's smooth hairless pussy, Jenna raised those incredible legs and rested them on Suzie's shoulders. Breathing hard, Suzie moved her thumb along the bottom of Jenna's pussy, close to her perineum, and used her other hand to cup her own breast, which kept it from hitting the tile and felt great, besides.

Moving her tongue in different directions and never staying in the same spot or licking the same way, Suzie sucked Jenna's pussy lovingly. 

Moving her tongue down, she stuck it into Jenna's pussy like a small, wet cock...in and out, in and out. As her thumb played along Jenna's clit, her tongue moved its way down, further down, until she was licking around the lovely blonde's asshole, which she could see nearly winking its approval to her.

Jenna was traveling through tunnels of pleasure. Suzie's tongue was like no other she had ever known. It was pure magic. At times so soft and wet, at other times seeming as hard as steel. So this was what they talked about in college. How no one could please a girl like another girl. God, she thought, how true it was.

Jenna swallowed hard, again...again, as Suzie sent her on a foggy journey. At times, with her eyes closed, she felt as though she was in the middle of dream, hands touching her, tongues licking at her. But this way no dream. And she came closer, ever closer to sweet orgasm.

Suzie stopped for a minute, spreading a huge thick bath towel on the bathroom floor. "C'mere," she hissed at Jenna, curling her finger, her sensual Oriental eyes so incredibly erotic, so seductive.

Jenna poured herself off the raised bathtub like spilt oil flowing from a counter, and slid onto the floor in front of Suzie. 

Suzie lapped at Jenna's swollen cunt like a hungry dog drinking from a fresh puddle. Sticking her thumb in Jenna's pussy, Suzie began to ream her asshole, licking in circles all around it, over it and in it. When it was prepared, good and wet, Suzie took it a step further. 

Jenna felt and saw hot flashes of light inside her head as Suzie's tongue began to gently probe her asshole. At first, she stuck just the tip in, but as Jenna's hole relaxed and stretched, she got her tongue further and further in to the tight, silky tunnel. At the same time, her thumb made circular patterns around Jenna's swollen clit. Suzie was loving it, her own pussy becoming a swimming pool of juices as her excitement built. She used her delicate hands to spread Jenna's ass wide. Her tongue was a study in shapes and textures. One moment soft and flat, gently licking the outside of the Jenna's asshole, eliciting cooing sounds from the blonde. The next second it was hard and pointed, snaking its way inside of Jenna's tight asshole.

Goosebumps covered Jenna's gorgeous pale skin. She felt what Suzie was doing not only in her genitals, but in her calves, her neck, her stomach. Her nipples seems to be trying to break out of her skin, hard as steel and tingling like a tuning fork. There was no question about it – Suzie pleased her more then any women, and person, ever had before. Jenna had always thought that she was happiest sexually with a cock in her mouth or stretching her pussy. But Suzie's delicate touch had changed all that. The soft sensuality of being made love by this woman was beyond sex and beyond passion. It was in a yet to be named category of exctasy.

These thoughts poured into Jenna's brain at light speed but didn't stay long, because her thoughts were being washed away by a tidal wave of sex hormones, flooding into her system at an impossible rate. Small moans escaped her mouth. Her hands shook as she touched her neck to...was it hot? Everything seemed hot. Her skin seemed to be on fire. Every time she touched herself, or Suzie touched her thighs, her ass – anything – it was like a small explosion that sent ripples of pleasure that seemed to go on for miles. How could it go on and on this way? She had never...

Suzie was using her tongue in ways that...God, was she human? She seemed to have a repertoire of sexual abilities that never ended. Just when Jenna grew accustomed to what she was doing, Suzie changed the play and brought her to another level.

Suzie alternately sucked on Jenna's clit and then blew on it, smiling up at Jenna with those half-lidded Oriental eyes, which had to be the sexiest shape ever created. If an architect of the flesh had the assignment of creating the most exquisite eyes, Suzie's would be the winning design. Her lips curled up slightly in a cat-like smile as her breath made Jenna's pussy buzz. And then, Oh God, she took Jenna's clit between her lips and literally hummed like a vibrator. Jenna's body stiffened and relaxed, stiffened and relaxed. It was like being in a warm wave pool, with the sensations washing over her and receding, then beginning again.

Wait...what was that feeling? Jenna had cum before, many times before. It was always a pleasurable experience that built until a final, inevitably pleasing conclusion. But this was...different. 

Most guys seemed to lick pussy like they were licking an ice cream cone and didn't want to drip. Results oriented, they usually licked the same spot – her clit – over and over until it was nearly desensitized and she eventually came based on sheer human physiology. The same principal as a hand job on a guy. Boring, unimaginative, but ultimately successful – like it or not.

But Suzie was reveling in the sight, taste and texture of Jenna's silky pussy. Her fingers massaged both the inner and outer lips. Her tongue followed, leaving no surface unattended. She'd lick Jenna's clit, but it was more of a teasing maneuver than a goal-post stand – she didn't linger long.

But now that Jenna was breathing like she needed oxygen, her body a quivering mass of tingling flesh, Suzie knew that playtime was over and Jenna needed to cum – now.

Suzie reached two fingers in a V shape into Jenna's sopping pussy. Curling the fingers upward, she contacted the hard ridge surface on top of Jenna's pussy. Lightly curling and uncurling her fingers in a "come here" motion, she felt for the G-spot, as she used her tongue and lips to envelop Jenna's engorged clit.

"Suzie...darling, " Jenna breathed, "that's so...wonderful...feels so...intense baby..."

Jenna's hips rose and fell on the fuzzy towel, her mouth open in passion and her eyes opening wide and closing as the intensity of the feeling rocked her.

"Mmmm...mmmm...Suzie," Jenna gasped and moaned, her voice sputtering, "Oh yeah baby...that's it right there. Suck my pussy...my cunt...take it all...take it..."

Time to die, Jenna, Suzie laughed to herself. The blondes breathing was ragged, her body swaying, nipples protruding like missile silos. The coup de grace was coming. Wetting her finger with Jenna's flowing juices, Suzie abruptly inserted it into Jenna's willing asshole.

Jenna felt as though she had been plugged into an electrical socket. Waves of pure energy surged through her as the orgasm that had been building and beginning to boil under the surface crashed through the waves with the force of an earthquake. The fireworks show behind her tightly closed eyes was spectacular and colorful. Bright flashes of light and sound tuned everything else in the world out.

Her hips bucked uncontrollably up and down, but Suzie held tight, her finger in Jenna's asshole and her mouth planted on her clit.

"Oh Gooooddddd," Jenna gasped, "Fu...fu...fucking...cumming so ha....so hard...mmmm...ahhhh...yeah...Suzieeeeee."

Jenna's pussy flooded Suzie mouth with delicious juices, something she never, ever did with a guy – didn't even know she was capable of it. But she was. She held Suzie's face on her pussy and her orgasm was so intense that it lasted several minutes, though it seemed like much longer to Jenna.

Finally, her breathing returned to normal and her body, nearly convulsing during her orgasm, settled down into a peaceful afterglow.

Both girls heard the unmistakable sounds of people entering the house and knew, disappointingly, that Jenna's turn at licking the daylights out of Suzie's gorgeous pussy was going to have to be put on hold.

They cleaned up the bathroom and stood side naked by side in front of the large mirror applying their makeup, playfully bumping their hips into each other like 9th graders and laughing like them, too.

Sticking his head into the open bathroom door, Vince was nearly bowled over at the sight of two flawless specimens of womanhood naked together. The rear view of their asses, large pussy lips peeking out, was indeed hard-on inducing. But no more than the sight of those incredible faces, lustrous lips highlighted by lipstick. Jenna's tits were nearly ideal, but Suzie's, Vince noticed while drooling, were like two large, perfectly shaped cantaloupes.

"Join us in the den when you've got your faces on," he laughed. "Dinner's here and we have something fun in mind."

He had something in mind for both of them all right...Vince retreated to the den.

"Suzie," Jenna said softly when they were almost done with their faces. "I...I have a problem. A big one."

"With money you mean?" Suzie replied, recalling their earlier conversation.

"Is there any other kind?" she laughed, as did Suzie. With these girls the only problem with men was too many, and they both knew it. Money was the only problem Jenna could be referring to. 

"Look, Jenna," Suzie said understandingly, stepping close the Jenna. "I know things have been tough for you. I've been there. But Jenna, with your looks, my God, and your personality, I can teach you how to sell so much real estate that you'll have more than you can spend."

Jenna tingled at the thought...but there was a catch. She'd have to actually work. So undesirable.

"Yes...work...I guess I could do that," she said, unconvincingly.

"There is another option, Jenna," Suzie said, picking up on Jenna's reluctance. That handsome friend of Vince's out there, Paul, is quite successful himself, and single. If you could somehow hook up with him..."

Music. Opera. A symphony to Jenna's ears! Young, wealthy, good looking and single. Screw working. This Paul Wilson was going to be hers by the time the night was over. He'd have no choice, never know what hit him. Jenna was going to turn it on full throttle. Hello Mr. Wilson...say goodbye to your heart.

To be continued...

Next: This is no orgy...this is heaven. 



Payback Ch. 5



I just love legs like these, Vince thought as his lips traced a tale along her ankles. Holding her delicate feet, he kissed and licked his way up her slim ankles, then up her lower calf to the meaty part, which he liked best. Vince held her leg in the air there, surveying it like a starving man does a drum stick, before literally sucking on it. Though he would have liked to linger there a moment longer, his lips made their decision to travel further north, up her soft inner thighs. It was obvious that she loved how it felt. Vince could feel her body vibrate like a tuning fork; it seemed to sense every goose bump as it formed on her skin. Her nipples stiffened, and she was intimately aware of each and every part of her body.

As his lips continued their passionate journey, Vince was so turned on that he could literally feel every hair on his head. His cock felt like a giant piece of wood between his legs. And this was just the beginning.

Moving his face between her legs, Vince held them apart by her ankles and went to work. Licking from bottom of her swollen pussy lips to the top, he lapped up the juices that slowly began to flow. Vince turned his head to the side so her could take one pussy lip at a time into his mouth and suck on it. He'd then alternate to the other pussy lip before taking a moment to nibble on her clit. 

"Oh my God, Vince," Suzie moaned, "you…you're making me shiver baby. That feels soooo good."

He knew. Just as he know that Suzie would tell Jenna about this in excruciating detail, enough detail to make her jealous, to make her moist. He liked that.

Vince sucked Suzie's pussy like he was playing a harmonica. Blowing, sucking, lightly biting, he was sending her into a new orbit o f pleasure. The smell of her pussy juices was intoxicating, and he wrapped his thick, muscular arms around her thighs to hold her in place as he lapped away. He loved the way she grinded her pussy into his face to meet every long lap of his tongue. The harder and faster Vince licked, the more forceful her grinding became.

Vince rubbed his hands along Suzie's sides and then down over her tits and stomach, then back up again. Suzie felt as though she was sweating and someone opened the window—like waves of a breeze were licking her body. Hot…cool…hot…cool. She placed her legs over Vince's shoulders, and he lifted them up in the air. 

What a marvelous sight: Suzie's firm round ass, her manicured pussy, and now her tight, vulnerable asshole. Vince now ran his tongue along the bottom of her pussy and with firm flat strokes, ran it over her pink, perfect asshole. Then he lightly tongue-fucked her ass with the sharp tip of his tongue. Her response was not unexpected.

"Oh God baby, yeah that's it," she cried out. "Do it…tongue fuck my ass…stick it up there…again…again…stick your tongue right in my tight ass, baby…more…more…make me cum, Vince…make me cum…"

Vince had always loved Suzie's sex talk. So hot, so trashy, so brutally honest…the ultimate feedback.

Vince planted his tongue on her ass now, and used his thumb to rub her clit. Suzie's hips undulated at a fever pitch, forcing his tongue further and further into her ass, stretching it open. Her pussy juices actually flowed down her legs.

Enough.

Vince took his aching cock out, wet it with those juices and in one swift motion, he was balls-deep in Suzie's tight, beautiful ass. Suzie's eyes opened wide at the surprise intrusion, then half-closed as the incredible feeling overtook her. With one hand she squeezed one nipple, then the other, while her other hand furiously rubbed her clit.

Vince was kneeling on the thick, hand-knotted Tibetan rug, his knees sinking in deeply. He held Suzie's legs apart by her ankles, overwhelmed by the graceful contours of her shapely calves. Moving closer, he placed those gorgeous legs against his chest as his cock fully immersed itself in her ass.

"Fuuuuck…" Suzie moaned as her jaw began to tingle, saliva forming in her mouth. "Vince…baby…fuck my ass honey…it's so good…fuck yeah…oh fuck, honey…so good. Won't you? Won't you fuck my ass hard for me? Just fuck my ass…Oh God, yes…I love…love the way…you fuck my ass…"

His cock felt…it was just magic to be sliding in and out of her velvety ass, his taught stomach muscles flexing with each stroke. What was most startling to Vince was the incredible warmth of her ass. It was as though his cock was being sandwiched between two smooth electric blankets. It warmed his entire crotch. In fact, Suzie's body was just on fire…and yet covered with Goosebumps. He knew what this meant…she was close. And so was he. 

Vince reached down and held her superb tits in his hands, rolling his thumbs around her nipples. Suzie groaned, her chest rising in the air. Judging by her breathing, her climax was seconds away. It was Vince's job to make it memorable. Squeezing her tits together, he moved his hands closer and pinched her nipples…hard…just the way she liked it.

Suzie felt the force come over her like a blast furnace. It was all over…in her nipples, her face, her ass, her legs. God, it was in her toes. It was like the sweetest death. A total loss of control, like feeling every cell in your body.

"Ohhhh God," she wailed. "Ooooooh, Vince…I'm cumming baby…cumming…make me cum…I don't…I can't…aaaah…don't stop, no….don't….don't….fill me up…let me feel…feel you fill me full of…splash inside of me…God, yes."

It was too much even for Vince. He felt the cum boiling up inside, rushing at light speed through his balls and up his cock like mercury through a thermometer. 

"Fuck, Suzie…I'm gonna cum baby…I feel it rising up…God, it feels so good." His eyes closed tight, jaw clenching and the cum literally rocketed out of his cock into Suzie's waiting ass."

"That's it, baby," Suzie groaned. "Let me feel it cum, cum in my tight ass…I want you to…I want it"

Streams of hot cum spurted from Vince's cock and filled Suzie's ass, literally leaking out the top. Vince kept pumping until he was sure that she was done cumming.

"Let me finish you off, baby," Suzie said as she pulled away from his cock, leaning forward to take it into her mouth. Sucking hard and rubbing his balls, she coaxed every last drop of cum from his still-hard cock. 

"Ooooh, you're a nasty girl, aren't you?" Vince said, as the gorgeous Asian sucked him dry, looking him in the face as her eyes crinkled into a smile. "You like sucking my cock after it's been in your ass, don't you?"

"You know I do, baby," she said, wiping her mouth as she swallowed the last few drops. "You know I'm as nasty as you want me to be."

"Oh I want you alright," he said, laying down on top of her and holding her body tightly against his. "I want you more than you know." He rested there for a while, the weight of his body warming Suzie's soft skin.

In the meantime, Jenna and Paul were walking along the beach, not 100 yards away, and Jenna was about to put her plan into effect…