Like a tight little fucking bitch*

“Take me from behind, stud,” Jenna purrs. “Fuck me doggy. Fuck me hard. Make me howl like a fucking bitch.” She starts to get up on all fours, then stops. “But I want a second camera. I want more angles.”

My eyebrows raise as she darts off. I’ve never known a woman who wanted to get filmed fucking, and she wants multiple cameras on her? Jenna comes back almost immediately with a webcam which she sets on a small table. I think she’s done this part before—it seems like a normal thing for her. “I’ll send you everything, I promise,” she says eagerly. She gets up with her ass in the air. “Now do me right, baby. Give me a pounding my little pussy will never forget.”

I get up behind Jenna and rub my cockhead along her soaked little pink slit. “Don’t fucking tease me,” she snarls. “Put it in.”

“Don’t get impatient,” I tell her, but Jenna is in no mood to wait. When she feels me tease her hot, wet hole, she rocks her hips back hard. I gasp and tense up. She’s soaking wet, but I can feel the friction and the squeeze. She can’t get me all the way in, she’s so small. She howls in orgasm, burying her face in the couch cushion. Her cunt walls beat a tattoo on my pole. Her mouth left me close to cumming; it’s a good thing the delay for the camera let me pull back from the edge. Otherwise, I’d probably be blowing my load right now. “Fuck you’re a tight little vixen,” I gasp.

“Too many long nights coding,” Jenna gasps. “Too much finger—not enough cock—not any this big . . . let me get used to this—monster in my pussy . . .” She holds still for a few moments. She grabs her ass with one hand and starts slowly rocking back and forth, impaling herself a little deeper on my rod each time. “So fucking good,” she moans. “I can feel you plowing me open—spreading me open—stretching my tight pussy . . . feel like it’s finally being used right . . . so fucking full—you’re making me bigger . . .”

At one point Jenna rocks back harder. I guess it’s unintentional, because she yelps. “Fucking split me apart,” she gasps. “Big cuntpole’s gonna fucking split me apart . . . oh, fuck that’s a good hurt . . . stretching my cunt muscle . . . so good—so good—sooooo fucking good . . .”

I want so badly to grab her ass and start pounding away, it’s taking all my self-control to stay still. “So you like that big cock, baby?” I ask to vent a little tension. “You’re sure it’s not too much for you? You think your tiny little cunt can take it all?”

“Oh, you fucker,” Jenna breathes lustfully. “You fucking watch me.” She rocks harder and faster, mewling and yelping but determined to take all of me inside her. “Like this big cock?” she gasps. “I fucking love it. You like my tight, hot, wet little hole?”

“I fucking love it,” I parrot back to her.

“Good,” Jenna pants. “You’d better. Such a good dick—big beautiful fucking mommymaker—so thick—so so thick—so full—my little pussy’s so fucking stuffed—so fat—gorgeous fat cock—so long—so deep—so—fucking—deep!” That last comes out in a shriek when I bottom out in her cunt. I can feel her elastic walls stretching around my knob just as her dripping pink quim touches my balls. Her climax is thunderous and extended. I intend to make her cum many times before I finally blow, since I regret I have but one load to give for my . . . tenant? Whatever. She’s clearly not going to make it easy.

I can hold back from cumming, but I can’t hold back from fucking Jenna anymore. I grab her ass hard with one hand and pull out until I can just see my cockhead.

Before she has time to complain, I bury my dick to the hilt in her snug little cunt and bomb away. Jenna mewls and shudders and shivers and moans. I hit her posterior fornix every time, setting off a series of small orgasms like erotic sparklers. “Is this what you want, sexy girl?” I growl. “You want to get fucked within an inch of your life?”

“Fuck yeah—fuck yeah—fuck yeah—” Jenna gasps. “Tear up that pussy—tear up that tight little pussy—give it to me—give it—give me— . . . Fuck me like a little slut—fuck me like you can’t control yourself—fuck me like a wild man . . .”

“You want to get fucked like the slut you’ve never had the chance to be?” I ask. “You want to be my cockslut, my cumwhore, my naughty little minx?”

“Yes—yes—yes—” Jenna pants.

“Be careful what you ask for, baby,” I say in a low voice. “I’m gonna fuck you right into the fucking couch. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be eating that cushion.”

“Do it!” she cries out.

I reach back and find a gear I didn’t know I had at the moment. I jackhammer her tight cunt like I’m trying to drive her pussy up between her shoulders. “Yeah—yeah—yeah—yeah—more—more—more—” Jenna chants. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck— . . . So good—fuck so good—so fucking good—real fuck—real man fuck—finally—rock me—rock me, stud—keep—going—close—so close—so close—don’t stop—don’t—don’t—don’t—I’m—I’m—”

Jenna’s arms give out, dropping her down on her elbows. She holds there for a moment, then buries her face in the couch and screams at the top of her lungs. She cuts loose a stream of unintelligible syllables sprinkled with various profanities. She trembles and quakes. I hilt my dick in her body and hold still because her box is spasming so violently, I don’t think I could keep from cumming if I tried to move. I don’t want to be done with her pussy yet.