Chapter 9
It was the strangest thing, Jenny thought. She was talking to someone named Jane. The only Jane she knew was that inmate whore Greg kept in his office. She was always naked and sitting on the couch, fingering her pussy, or sucking on her tits. That should have bothered her, but it was a fact and didn't raise any alarms or issues. She had to accept that she was the wife of a prison warden and there were some things she didn't need to know or understand. If she was talking to Jane, it definitely wasn't that Jane. This Jane was intelligent, confident, and knew who she was. Jenny didn't know how she knew that, perhaps they really did have a mental connection on several levels, how she couldn't imagine. Thinking about it made her horny. "Why wasn't Greg home so he could give me a proper fucking?" It was evening and most of the bars were beginning to get busy. She hated drinking alone, so off she went.
After a few drinks and fending off the wrong types of guys, Jenny was about to leave when she noticed that Mister Right may have just arrived. He didn't waste any time. Seeing her at the end of the bar alone, he made his move.
"You can only be sitting here alone turning guys away because you've been waiting for me." He said with such confidence that she found it attractive. He was tall, dark, and handsome, not her type. Yet there was something about him that she found alluring. She allowed him to sit and buy her a drink.
He looked her over and liked what he saw; they talked about nothing for several minutes. When her drink was half gone, he asked, "You want to get out of here?"
"What do you have in mind," she asked.
"The same thing you have in mind, I have a room here. Shall we go?"
She didn't finish her drink, instead, she just stood, and picked up her purse saying, "Lead the way."
He led her to the elevator and the eleventh floor, room 1123. It was a suite with a great view of "the Las Vegas Strip". It looked as if he'd just arrived; nothing seemed to have been disturbed. "Make yourself at home," he said finding the bar and pulling out a beer. "What can I get you?"
She crossed the room and knelt before him, pulling his pants open and fishing out his swelling black cock. "You said to make myself at home," she said then took him in her mouth. She sucked his cock past the point of impressive, as he played in her straw-colored locks. When he became too big to contain, she licked him like an ice cream cone, while stroking him with one hand. "I think we're ready to begin."
With both hands, she pulled her dress here and there and it tumbled off her body, pooling at her feet and leaving her completely naked. She stepped out of it. She pulled him by his cock like leading a child, until she arrived at the large king-size bed. Releasing his thick cock, she turned and crawled to the center of the bed. Laying back on the pillows, she rubbed her pussy with one hand while she mauled her large tits with the other. He quickly got out of his clothes. As impressive as she was, he was easily her equal. He was "cut" as they say. Every muscle was well defined, washboard abs, huge pecs, large deltoids, triceps and biceps, forearm flexor, and brachioradialis, all colored an even dark brown, absent any trace of hair. His legs were a perfect match also devoid of hair, making his large cock look even larger.
Although she had many questions, she held her tongue while spreading her legs further. "Do you know how to use that monster? I really need a good fuck."
"I've been complimented once or twice, but I'll let you decide." With that, he pulled her by her ankles until she was near the edge of the bed, brought his cock to her moist opening and pushed. He was long and thick, but she was deep and took every inch he had to offer. When their pubic bones met, Jenny was completely stuffed enjoying the rare full sensation. As for him, he was impressed. She was tight, for now. He'd see if that lasted, few did.
He pulled back slowly, and she gripped him tightly as if telling him, "I'm setting the pace here," but in doing so, her natural lubricants increased, and she became too slick to maintain a strong grip. He smiled and thought "Round one to me." He pulled almost all the way out, but only the tip remained inside her. She sighed, she felt so empty now.
He held it, not moving. She waited. Seconds seemed like minutes, "Come on...fuck me, fuck me..." she thought. Still, he held his position. She was burning with desire, "Fuck me...I need it...please fuck me," she cried as she began panting. He pushed in slowly, it wasn't what she wanted but it gave the tiniest relief, when their groins met, he somehow pushed deeper. He was now deeper than anyone else had ever been and he stopped.