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...