Jac's Adventures 19: Sienna 02

Sienna directed me to a guest spot in her building's garage, and then led me up to the lobby to register my license plate. The concierge was a gracious middle-aged Hispanic man named Roberto who clearly loved Sienna like a daughter and wanted to know all about how her day was going, to my great consternation since all I wanted to do was get Sienna up to her apartment and fuck her senseless. Maybe Sienna sensed me bouncing on my toes next to her, because eventually she politely told Roberto we had to go. He gave the two of us a winking smile, and we turned and headed for the elevator.

On the way up, I turned to her, moved in, put the fingertips of one hand against her belly, made her back up against the wall. She bit her lip and looked up at me, her face turned almost in profile, but neither of us moved in for a kiss.

"There's a camera in here, I'm sure," I said.

"Uh-huh," she said.

"Roberto's watching."

"Yeah."

"We could give him a good show?"

She laughed. "He has seemed lonely lately."

"We could invite him up."

"Sure. I'll run the front desk while you two have at it."

I laughed, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened behind me.

Her apartment was incredible, high ceilinged and expensively furnished, two bedrooms but with no roommate and Sienna seemingly having no desire to find one. I don't know where she got her money from, whether it was from real parents or just a sugar parent like Trent, but I didn't ask. I just oohed and aahed at her stuff, at the bright natural light flooding through the window, and almost forgot what we were here to do.

But then Sienna walked over her to her glass dining table, hopped into a seat on the edge, spread her legs, and beckoned me over with a finger. I looked up her skirt as I approached, seeing a wet patch on the crotch of her panties, and then I was standing between her legs, and her hands were rising to caress my jaw, and we were making out there in the vast silence of her apartment.

My hands moved from her neck to her shoulders to her waist, then down to rest on the upper curves of her ass. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she briefly lifted herself up off the table and I was able to grab the hem of her skirt, pull it all up around her waist, push my hands fully under her and hold her bare ass, her cheeks wonderfully round and firm. I kept her lifted off the table for a bit, the tips of my fingers close to her butt crack, as we continued making out, her legs wrapped around me tightly and her arms casually draped around my shoulders and back. Her body was thin but athletic, her core strength impeccable.

I lowered her butt back down to the table and her hands dropped between us, lifting up the hem of my shirt to reveal my belt and starting to unbuckle it. My cock was pushing out down one leg, dying to be set free. While she worked on undoing my shorts I leaned in, pulled the collar of her polo aside and kissed her neck, up from her shoulder to the first wisps of blonde hair behind her ear. Then she pushed my shorts down my hips and my cock swung up, liberated.

"Holy shit," she said, a hand flying to her mouth, looking down at it, her eyes wide. "So much bigger than Trent's."

Funny, Lily had said the same thing.

One of Sienna's hands came down to it, wrapped tentatively around it, gave it a tugging twist. I moaned, kept kissing her shoulder, opened my mouth and wrapped my teeth around the muscle leading up to her neck. Her hands kept twisting around my cock, in and out, in and out. I moved my mouth further up her neck, kissed it, wrapped my teeth around here too. She moaned, rested her head sideways against mine, her hands still slowly jacking me off.

I lifted my face from her neck, looked down at where her hands worked my dick, and her eyes dropped down as well. I inched forward, pushed my hips closer, and the tip of my cock pushed against the wet crotch of her panties. She moaned, and started gyrating her hips slowly, dragging the front of her underwear against the tip of my penis, while we both watched it, watched the fabric and her labia pushing around against my head.

She took one hand off my dick and used it to pull the crotch of her underwear aside, revealing her pussy. She was shaved clean, everything here pristine and the lightest shade of pink, glistening with wetness. She pulled my tip in against her lips, causing herself to moan, then pushed it up and down the length of her vulva, just spreading her labia, just teasing her clit.

She lifted her eyes and I lifted mine and we looked at each other from only a couple inches apart, her continuing to drag the head of my dick up and down her vagina.

"Do you think you can handle it?" I said.

She smiled, tilted her head, looked down at it as if she were doing measurements.

"Why are you rushing things?" she said, her eyes looking sideways up at me. "We have to find out if you can handle one of my blowjobs."

My cock stiffened even further in her hand.

"Are you good?" I said.

"Uh-huh."

"Then prove it."

She leaned in and kissed me, and we made out for a few more seconds, her hand holding my dick firm against the outside of her pussy, and then she was sliding forward off the table and I stepped back and she landed on her feet in front of me. Her skirt fell down again, but she kept a hand wrapped around my cock and smiled slyly as she started walking slowly into her living room, dragging me after her.

"Follow me," she said.

I did, hobbling after her with my shorts around my ankles, her hand in a tight circle around my shaft. We reached her couch and she moved in close to me and said into my neck, "take off all your clothes," and let go of my dick.

I immediately pulled my shirt off over my head and stepped out of my shorts, then sat down on the couch and started taking off my shoes. When I'd thrown them and my sweaty socks aside, I relaxed back into the couch, fully naked, looking up at Sienna. She was still standing, scanning my body from head to toe, a pleased expression on her face. Then her hands came to the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down her thighs, and it fell into a crumpled heap around her ankles, around her white Adidas. She stepped out of it, and I looked at her white panties against her tan skin, the crotch more wet than ever.

She then grabbed the bottom hem of her polo and pulled it up her body, up her flat tan stomach, up over her breasts, and up off her head. I stared at her tits, c-cups verging on d-cups, currently sitting behind a white bra. She pulled her hair free from the neck of the polo, tossed the shirt aside, and stood in front of me in just her underwear.

I expected her to drop to her knees and start blowing me, but instead she mounted the couch, straddling me, and put one hand on my cock as she pulled the crotch of her panties to the side again. For a second I thought we were going to skip the blowjob, move straight to the fucking, and I wasn't necessarily opposed, but all she did was drag my tip against her labia again, causing us both to moan, causing her to close her eyes and her eyebrows to lift up her forehead, her hips gyrating in a small circle, before she stepped back off the couch, dropped down between my legs, and took my cock in both her hands.

She started twisting up its length, slowly at first, staring down at it as I stared at her hands, at her face, at her tits behind her bra, looking at how they rested there, realizing with glorious certainty that they weren't fake. I looked up at her and she was looking back at me, smiling slyly, having definitely just caught me staring at her boobs.

"They're nice," I said.

"These?"

She brought her upper arms together, pushing her tits up and together, and then started to very quickly jack off my cock, and I watched her breasts jiggle and bounce, transfixed by the motion. Pre-cum started leaking from my tip, and Sienna's mouth dropped open in a surprised, pleased smile, staring at it as she kept twisting up and down my shaft, shaking her tits.

She leaned toward my dick, her mouth open, looking like she might lick up the pre-cum, and a shudder of pleasure ran through my body at the thought, but no, she dropped her face to the base of my shaft, then lower, and tilted her head to the side as she flicked at one of my balls with her tongue. My body jolted, and she smiled wickedly before dragging her tongue across one ball, up under my ball sack, lifting it all up, and then dragging it across my second ball and letting everything fall again. She mmmed and rose up straight and just worked my dick with her hand for a second before scooting her knees back to improve her positioning and diving back in. This time she wrapped her lips clear around one of my balls and sucked lightly on it, and pure jolts of pleasure rushed through me as I felt her tongue play against it inside her mouth. Her eyes were open and fixed up on me, her gaze piercing under her dark eyebrows, her hand continuing to jack off my shaft. Then her eyes closed, and she moaned, and she increased the suction of her mouth and my ball disappeared fully inside her mouth.

"Sweet baby Jesus," I said, my torso lifting up and my hands slapping at the couch.

Her lips curled up into a smile, my sack tugging out between them, and her eyelids fluttered as she moaned and started working my dick faster with her hand. Her mouth kept pulling out on my testicle, her tongue kept moving over it inside her mouth, and I collapsed backward, looking at her high ceiling, seeing literal stars. The hand not working my shaft moved up over my abs, toward my chest, dragged her palm down my body back toward my dick. Then it kept going, drew down the inside of my thigh, pushed down under my balls, and two fingers pressed against my taint.

I moaned and started laughing, bringing both hands to my face, lifting my head to look down at her briefly, to watch and wonder at this gorgeous blonde working me like a professional, before throwing my head back again and staring at the chandelier to try and not go insane. Her fingers pressed and pressed against my taint, and then lowered even further, pressed against the rim of my asshole. I shook my head, almost crying with joy, as she started pulsing her fingers in and out here, not penetrating yet but hinting at it, loosening up my rim, as all the while she still sucked on my balls and worked my dick.

"You weren't kidding," I said. "I don't know if I can handle this."

Her mouth came off my ball with a pop, and she kept working me with her hands as she leaned her head against my thigh.

"Trent didn't last half as long," she said.

I looked down at her, at her loving gaze fixed on my cock, at her fingers pulsing up and down across my ridge.

"I'm not sure you'll be able to handle getting fucked by me," I said.

"Oh yeah?"

"I can only imagine how bad it was with him."

"It was terrible."

"I might break you."

"Good."

A finger pushed past the rim of my asshole and in, joy flooded my body, and my back arched out from the couch. I tilted my head down at her, knew I was completely at her mercy, and she knew it too.

"I want your mouth," I said.

"Just a second," she said, and her finger rotated around my hole and pushed further in.

I half-laughed, half-gasped, and she started to work me savagely. Her finger pulsed in and out of my ass, her hand jacked off my cock, and she shoved her mouth back on my balls and licked them side to side, pushing my entire sack around with her tongue. All I could do was lie there, hope I was still half-sane at the end of it all.

And then all of a sudden her finger came out of my ass, her tongue came off my balls, and her hand came off my cock. My body fell apart, sinking into the couch, but I had no time to rest, because she'd climbed onto the couch next to me, dropped her torso forward and thrown her ass up in the air, and had my cock back in her hand and had her face right above it, her mouth a couple inches away, looking down at it. She held my shaft still, pushed her lips together, and I didn't know what was happening until spit pooled between them and dripped in a long string down onto the tip of my cock.

I cursed, turned my head this way and that, looked at her panties running up the crack of her tight round ass, looked at the strap of her bra against her tan skin. Her tits were hanging down under her chest, heavy and full, trying to break free from her bra.

Her drool dripped down the side of my head and she worked my entire length with her hand once, spreading the wetness around my shaft, before opening her mouth, closing her eyes, and dropping her head and finally taking my dick in her mouth.

I watched her mouth slide lower and lower, half of my dick disappearing on this first push down, and then her lips wrapped firmly around my shaft, her already plump lips looking even more incredible on my cock, and she drew her mouth up my shaft, dragged her lips up, unsheathing the sword, until they came softly off of my tip and she licked her lips before leaning back in to kiss the very tip of my dick, moving her head around and kissing all around my head, once, twice, three times. Then she held the base of my shaft in her grip, really squeezing it tightly, and opened her lips again and put me back in her mouth, once again easily sliding halfway down my cock, and she stayed here now, my dick pressing against the back of her mouth while she worked my base with her fingers. While doing this she dropped to her elbows, her lower back arching down but keeping her ass high up in the air, her ankles crossed where her bright white shoes were propped on the arm of the couch, and I focused on this gorgeous sight as she started pushing my tip bluntly against the back of her throat, as she pushed her free hand between my thighs and wrapped it around my ball sack and started roughly playing with it.

After a minute she pulled her mouth up my dick again, took a deep inhale, and looked up at me. I reached forward, grabbed her chin and head with both hands and bent my torso forward to kiss her, and she kissed back, and we made out sloppily, her moving her wet lips and tongue against mine. And then we broke apart and I fell back, but I kept my hands on her face and head and pushed her back down onto my dick. Half of me slid back into her mouth and throat, and I held my hands on the back of her head and started thrusting my hips up into her face. Wet gagging noises emanated from her as the head of my dick pushed further into her throat, my girth stretching her mouth wide and forcing her eyes shut tight, and the hand on my balls started working them more roughly, tugging my sack out from my dick, running her palm against my testicles. Then I let go of her head and she pulled off of me with a deep gasping inhale, more drool falling inadvertently from her mouth and onto my cock, and she looked up at me with a fierce expression as her hand moved down off my balls and found my asshole again and immediately pushed a finger back into me.

I gasped, pushed my torso back into the couch, keeping my eyes locked on her as she pushed her finger deeper into my ass. Then she dropped her mouth back onto my dick and looked up at me the best she could out of the corner of her eye as she started sucking me off properly, her lips running up and down my shaft over and over again, her finger pushing against my rectum. I looked up the slope of her back to her ass again and placed a hand across one of her butt cheeks and squeezed it. Sienna moaned around my dick, her eyelids fluttering, and sped up the motion of her mouth and finger.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," I said.

She didn't break stride, just mhmed and kept blowing me and running her finger around my asshole. Icy pleasure swelled in my groin, started to filter out to the rest of my body, and I knew I was about to send a huge load down her throat. I kept squeezing her ass, she kept working the entire length of my shaft with her mouth and hand, kept pushing a finger around my rectum, and everything crested and I came.

I cursed, my body seizing up, curling forward over her. My hand left her ass, came to plant against her back, and another hand worked into her tousled blond hair and I held on for dear life as she kept sucking me off and working my asshole and I shot more and more cum down her throat. She moaned and moaned, seemingly enjoying it, my shaft getting slicker with my own jizz running around her mouth. Then I was spent and she stopped moving her mouth and finger and just remained still as her throat and tongue worked, and then she dragged her lips off my dick with a pop and stood up on her knees on the couch next to me, running a finger gently over her lips. I collapsed back against the couch and looked at her breasts heaving behind her bra, at the crotch of her panties, wetter than ever.

"Yeah, I couldn't handle that," I said.

"You did pretty well," she said, smiling dreamily. "My jaw hurts."

I stood up off the couch and she watched me lazily as I moved past her, as I mounted the couch on my knees behind her. I pushed her torso forward, she gasped and fell onto her stomach before pushing back onto her knees, bringing her ass into the air, and looked back at me over her shoulder. I looked at her wet panties stretched over her pussy.

"Now you get to rest," I said.

And I put my hands around the waistband of her panties and pulled them off her hips.