Ambush! (in a good way)

I look through the peephole, afraid I’ll see a strange guy—it’s Jenna! I almost drop my phone in dumbfoundment. I open the door and she sweeps through, grabs my phone from my hand, deposits it and hers on the nearest flat surface, then wraps me in a fierce embrace and kisses me ravenously. As we kiss, tongues dueling and lips wrestling, I feel her pushing me backward. When my back hits the wall, she lets go of me and drops abruptly to her knees.

By the time I collect my windblown thoughts enough to look down, Jenna has already opened my pants and pulled everything down around my ankles, exposing my rapidly-stiffening prick. I see her lick her lips, look up into my eyes, and—as abruptly as she’s done everything else in the last minute or so—deepthroats me. I let out a stunned gasp as she swallows my cock and buries her nose in my pubic hair. She keeps swallowing, rippling the muscles of her tight, velvety throat around my shaft and squeezing my cockhead, and sticks her tongue out to taste my balls. I groan at the sensations; Jenna is taking me from 0 to 60 faster than I’ve ever experienced. “If you keep this up, Jenna . . .” I say; it’s all I can get out.

She pulls her head back off my shaft, leaving me groaning again at her sudden absence. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this . . .” she murmurs. She wraps her lips around my cockhead, caressing it with her tongue, then tilts her head to one side and slides slowly along my shaft down to the base; her eyes are locked on mine the whole way. She engulfs my balls with her warm, wet mouth, sucking on them gently, tonguing them some more, and pulling on them.

“That’s so fucking good, baby,” I moan. Jenna’s eyes sparkle. She moves slowly back up, curling and coiling her tongue around my rod and just brushing it with her lips. When she gets back to the head, she plants a small kiss right on the very tip, then closes her mouth around it and sucks hard. “That’s right, sexy girl, that’s good. You like sucking cock, don’t you? You like that cock, baby?”

“No, I love sucking cock,” Jenna says in a throaty purr. She licks all over my glans and continues, “I love the way it tastes, the way it feels in my mouth—” She deepthroats me again, making me gasp, bobs her head on my prick a couple times, and pulls off again. “—the way it feels fucking my throat—” She once again captures my cockhead with her lips and sucks hard, this time flicking it rapidly with her tongue; I groan loudly, and my knees start to shake. “—and especially the way it turns my man into a quivering blob.” She licks my prick from head to balls and back again. “And I fucking love this gorgeous hunk of man-meat. The thought of this monster fuckpole stuffing my tight little pussy has me horny out of my fucking mind. But first I want to feel you cum in my mouth. I want to make you lose control and blow your sweet load all over my tongue.”

Jenna leans forward, mouth wide open, and swirls her tongue around and over my mushroom, paying special attention to the underside, then deepthroats me for a third time. Her tongue is still sticking out, rubbing my cock on the way down; I can feel it playing over my balls as she swallows my dick to the root. She bobs up and down a few times, swallowing my dick again and again, and I can’t hold on anymore. “I’m cumming, baby,” I gasp. “I’m—”

She pulls off until just my glans is in her mouth and sucks on it like candy, curling her tongue beneath it. The look of lustful anticipation on her face is wonderful. I lean my head back and roar as my balls erupt; when I look back down, Jenna has opened her mouth so I can see my cum spraying her waiting tongue. After several blasts, she pulls back and paints her face with my cream.

My knees wobble as my orgasm passes, and I slide down the wall to the floor. I see Jenna grab her phone and take a selfie, which surprises me. She sees my expression and turns the phone to show me a closeup of the lower half of her face—her open mouth is full of my cum, and her cheeks and chin are dripping with it. “I may send it to Paul,” she says with satisfaction. “From another e-mail account, so he can’t prove it’s me—but he’ll know. Or maybe I won’t; but it makes me feel good.” She puts the phone down and says, “Time to get hard again, stud. Lie down on the bed.”