A
stab of nervous energy coursed through her chest and Jenna chewed
her bottom lip. Dale always showed up.
Suddenly the mark startled, as if he had just
remembered something.
“Oh,” he said. “Right.”
He reached for the collar of his shirt and
pulled it over his head. His chest was magnificent, hairless and
tattooed, his arms thick like muscled oak. He deftly folded his
shirt in half, then half again, and placed it on the ground at his
feet.
He grinned.
Jenna felt her knees go weak. Where was
Dale?
Her heart raced but she smiled.
Reaching out to the mark, she took his hands in
her own. She held onto him for a few seconds, then used his hands
to help lower herself onto her knees.
She looked up at him, looked at the cock
wobbling between them.
She took it in her hand.
Looking away, she waited for as long as she
dared. When nothing happened, she simply turned her head, opened
her mouth, and wrapped her sweet, young lips around his big pink
head. For the first time in her life, Jenna had a cock in her
mouth.
It was warm. It didn’t taste like anything,
really. Maybe a little salty. She put her hands on his hips. Forced
herself to relax.
His dick is inside me .
Nuzzling her head, she filled her mouth with his
shaft. She felt his pubic hair caress her nose.
I’m sucking a cock , she thought. I’m
sucking a cock.
She felt him grow larger in her mouth.
Letting him fall from her mouth with a slurp,
she took his dick in her hands. She was breathing heavily. She
stroked the wet length of it.
Looking up, she grinned.
“Does this make me a cocksucker?” she whispered.
The question popped into her mind and came out her mouth before she
could stop it. She felt embarrassed.
He chuckled.
To prevent herself from saying anything more,
she put him right back into her mouth. She used her fists, her
tongue. She hoped against hope that she was doing it right. She
remembered the money he had given her and redoubled her effort.
Jenna had to stop every so often to catch her breath. During one of
her breaks, she found herself listening for Dale, only this time
she hoped he wouldn’t arrive.
Soon she heard the mark grunt.
He took her head in both his hands and began
rocking his hips. His fingers splayed in her short, punky hair.
Jenna knew what was about to happen. If she felt a little
trepidation for what she was about to receive, she no longer felt
self-conscious about her hair. She soon found herself wishing he
would just do it. Wishing he would go in her mouth, just as he’d
said he would. She promised herself she would at least taste
it.
And just as Jenna made this promise, she . . .
got her wish!
She felt the first splash of his juice at the
back of her throat. It went down before she could stop it. Before
she could even taste it. She felt some disappointment, but she
didn’t have to wait long for a second chance. Another warm stream
jetted into her mouth. She repositioned his cock and let his semen
pool on her tongue.
He grunted and milked himself.
With his cock in her mouth, she watched his
abdomen seize and release. She noted the way his tummy contracted
in synchronization with the fresh sprays he added to her mouth.
Soon he slowed his writhing, stopped his squirts.
With a noisy slurp, Jenna removed his cock. She
looked at him, her eyes wide. Her mouth filled with his warm, salty
cum.
“You don’t have to—”
Jenna lowered her head and worked the muscles in
her throat. She swallowed it all. Looking back up, she gasped. She
rubbed her palms on the legs of his pants.
He made a lusty growl deep in his chest.
Jenna remained on her knees, panting. She
continued to kneel to give herself time to think. She knelt to come
to terms with what she had just done.
I sucked a cock. I swallowed a mouthful of
cum.
Jenna felt a warm pride blossoming in her chest.
She’d finally done it.
For two hundred dollars .
She felt the fat lump of bills stuffed in her
shorts and thought: I’m a whore.
Jenna winced. She
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