Jenna in the Mid West
By Alison Shaw
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Alison Shaw



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Contents

1.Blowing a Gasket
2.Strip Search
3.Oiling Her Engine
4.Doctor’s Orders
5.Red Neck Round Two
6.Jenna vs. Jack
7.A Day of Double J
8.Torturing Jake
9.The Mayor Delivers
10.Father and Son
11.The Mayor’s Second Term
12.The Accidental Boyfriend
13.The Mayor Gets Kinky
14.Forbidden Pleasures
15.When the Cat’s Away
16.Persuading Jenna



-1-

Blowing a Gasket


“Crock of shit!“ Jenna kicked the unwilling rubber of the tire again and unleashed clouds of choking dust that settled on her already filthy jeans. Why she felt such rage for an inanimate object she did not know but she suspected it was partly to do with the fact that nothing, absolutely nothing was going right in her life. She couldn’t even drive for a few hours without breaking down.
She looked around her; nothing, fittingly, just endless scorched fields under a flat sky. 'Dust bowl' was the right word for it. God, was she really this desperate for a job that she was prepared to come to a godforsaken place like this? Yes, was the answer. She was that desperate for this particular job, but why couldn’t she have found it in San Francisco or Seattle, or at least somewhere with hills? She kicked the tire again because it felt good to do something that futile.
She grabbed her purse through the open window and found her mobile. She was never going to call it a cell phone, one very small way of hanging on to her Englishness. Not that she had lived in England for a very long time. There was really nowhere that she could call home, not since her father had dragged her out of a sleepy little life in a northern English town and taken her to a place very similar to the one she was heading now. Somewhere flat and dusty and full of brainless men in pickups wearing seed company hats. That had been one hell of a shock. She could still feel the loss and disorientation in the pit of her stomach. And for the last two days, the further away from San Francisco she had driven, the more those feelings had come back, settling in there and making her feel again the horrible insignificance of being sixteen in an alien place.
But she wasn’t sixteen and she had been to many other alien places since then, had lived through not just disorientating, but down right dangerous situations. Breaking down on a dusty road was nothing.
Her mobile had fully loaded and she saw an ominously empty signal bar. “Crock. Of. Shit!” she yelled at it as she threw it in the dust. There was nothing else to do but dig out the squashed, almost empty packet of emergency cigarettes in the bottom of her bag. Thank God for moments like this. At least they gave her an excuse to smoke.
She was making the most of this rare moment of nicotine, leaning against the dusty car, feeling the mid day sun on her furious face when a cloud of dust appeared on the horizon. A pickup was coming her way, no doubt occupied by a seed company hat. She quickly stubbed out the cigarette and made sure her T-shirt wasn’t showing too much cleavage. She peered into the shimmering road and stood tall, holding her arm up as a signal, trying not to look too girly or helpless.
The pickup slowed and stopped a few feet away. There was indeed a hat but it looked like a battered straw cowboy hat as far as she could make out, peering into the sun. He wasn’t exactly a man of action, whoever he was. He took his time to open the door and get out. She saw long denim clad legs move in a languorous lope.
“Engine trouble?” he said. A man of few words too.
She held a hand over her eyes. It was difficult to size someone up when you could barely make them out.
“Yeh,” she said. “The crock of shit just died on me. And there’s no reception on my phone.”
This elicited a deep, rumbling laugh. “You won’t get none round here, nearest antenna is in Jericho.”
The dust was beginning to settle and she squinted up at him. Jesus, he was tall. And broad. He wore a blue plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, unbuttoned enough to show a tanned lean chest. There was clearly no air conditioning in his truck as sweat glistened on his defined torso and his shirt stuck to him like a second skin. Almost hypnotised, Jenna’s eyes moved further down to a brass belt buckle and worn blue jeans stretching over a promising bulge. She gulped and dragged her eyes back to his face. His grin was wide under the battered rim of his hat.
“Want me to have a look?” he asked, and for a moment she thought he meant something else. She felt a worrying loosening in her groin.
“Sure,” she said. “Why not?”
He took his hat off. His hair was blonde and a little too long, curling at the ends. His eyes were as blue as a Californian sky. She licked her lips as he ambled over to the car and wrenched open the hood. Then she was treated to a view of his ass as he bent over. Tight denim was stretched over two perfect muscular cheeks. She completely forgot her troubles, or any danger she might be in as she feasted her eyes on that one big hunk of manhood, and in her mind ran her hands over that perfect ass.
“Head gasket’s blown,” he said as he stood up and turned round and she found her eyes fixed on his crotch once again. It looked like he may be pretty perfect there too. She could think of another head that could get blown. She almost laughed out loud.
How long was it since she’d had really good sex? She’d had pretty bad sex not long ago; disappointing sex with a whiny guy with an average sized dick that always seemed to be flaccid. She’d left him in San Francisco to obsess over his writer’s block on his own. But really good sex? It had to be two years. That arrogant photographer in Istanbul who turned out to have magical hands, and a huge cock. She pulled her sweaty T-shirt away from her sticky skin.
He was staring at her tits, and she could swear the bulge in his jeans was getting bigger. It seemed it wasn’t just her who was thinking about sex.
“Hot, isn’t it?” she said. Nothing wrong with a corny line at times like this.
He visibly gulped and she took a few steps towards him. “Is a blown head gasket serious?” she asked softly, for once playing the ignorant female, and putting emphasis on the word “blown”.
“Yes,” he stammered. “You’ll need it towed into town.”
It’s so disappointing when they don’t play along. Jenna was standing quite close to him now. She could smell his sweat and underneath something like soap and was it lavender? He was clearly rooted to the spot and trying to stop himself from staring at her tits, which were unrestrained by a bra, nipples poking out through the thin cotton jersey. He was shy. She liked that. She pointedly looked at his chest and running her tongue along her top lip said, “But that can wait can’t it?”
He gulped again and she touched the top button on his shirt, slowly undoing it and taking a moment to lightly touch the sweaty skin underneath. He stayed immobile, breathing heavily, as she slowly undid each button until she could pull his shirt apart and gaze at his naked torso. He had a six-pack, of course. Hell, he had a sixteen pack!
Jenna smiled and touched the ridges of muscles. She noticed with satisfaction something stir in his pants, so she moved her hand down to lightly brush the growing bulge. He groaned loudly, and grabbing the tops of her arms with his big hands, slammed his mouth down onto hers.
Their mouths opened and tongues joined in a gasping, slippery dance. His hands pushed into her hair as Jenna rubbed her chest against his and opened her legs so she could rub her aching crotch against him too. His belt buckle pressed into her belly and her hands moved to rub his cock through the straining denim of his jeans. She could feel its rigid hardness filling her small hand, and there was already a slight damp patch in the fabric. No wonder, she was soaking wet too. He moaned into her mouth as she stroked him and then, grabbing her ass, moved her up his body so their groins could meet and they could grind into each other as their lips greedily sucked. His fingers made their way across her gyrating bottom, slipped through her legs to her denim clad crotch and rubbed her wet slit, making her moan with blissful desperation.
He backed up against the car, holding her high up on his body, bracing himself with bent knees. A rough hand pushed up her T-shirt and cupped a bare breast, fingers pinching a nipple. She cried out, and his hard cock pushed against her more insistently as his hot lips closed over a nipple and sucked. She frantically rubbed herself up and down his rigid crotch, the mounting pleasure already rising. Through her aroused haze she had enough sense to hope this road wasn’t used very often. Then his hand pushed into the back of her jeans to pull her closer, and she thought, what the hell, who cares if anyone sees!
She pulled away from him and sinking to her knees in the dust, pulled apart the buttons in his fly. She looked up at him and he was staring down at her, blue eyes almost dark with lust, chest heaving. As she tugged his jeans and underpants down a little and dipped her hand in, his eyes flicked to the road and the horizon, but his cock twitched in her hand. The possibility of discovery was clearly turning him on. She broke eye contact with him and looked at the hard cock in her palm. It was thick, with a neat glistening head. She licked it all the way up the shaft and swirled her tongue round the head. When her mouth enclosed it and sucked him in, his hands dug into her hair and held her head as she swallowed it almost to the hilt and then released it so it bounced against her tongue.
“Fuck,” he groaned from above, and then she was roughly pulled up and practically thrown onto her back on the hood of the car. “Sorry, ” he said as his lips made contact with her belly and kissed her gently. She pushed her fingers into his thick hair as he unzipped her tight jeans and tugged them over her hips. He stopped a moment to look at the lacy panties she was wearing and run his fingers over the silk crotch. Her hips bucked wildly even with that light touch.
“Oh God,” she yelled.
“Do you want it?” he asked huskily.
“Oh God, yes!” she cried pulling his head up to hers.
He reached to the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out the silver packet of a condom. Well at least he was thinking straight! He quickly rolled it onto himself, yanked her panties to one side and thrust into her in one swift movement. She was so wet he sunk in to the hilt and stayed there for a moment, twitching slightly inside her. Jenna squirmed, impaled on him, trying to get even deeper contact. She grabbed his biceps and gasping, he pulled out nearly all the way and quickly sank back into her. His sun kissed blonde curls hovered above her as he stared at his own thick cock driving in and out of her glistening pussy, lacy panties spread. His hand hurriedly pushed her T-shirt up and his hot lips closed over a nipple. The added stimulation was almost too much for Jenna. She cried out and pulled his head away.
“Turn me over,” she gasped and grabbing hold of her waist he spun her round, tugged her panties down her thighs and rammed into her from behind, his eager thrusts pushing and rocking her clit against the hot metal, bringing her to a screaming orgasm in seconds. He continued to energetically slam into her as she came and came and came, spread eagled on the car hood, eyes rolling back in her head. One last, deep thrust and he gave out a strangled cry and pumped into her, every muscle in his body shuddering.
A car drove past as they lay gasping on the car hood, but neither of them cared. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay here a couple of days, Jenna thought, as she looked up at the flat sky and the satisfied man breathing heavily on top of her.



-2-

Strip Search


“Do you own a blue Ford Focus?” the cop in the doorway of the motel room asked.
Jenna looked up into his serious face, shaded by his cap. His chin was firm and peppered with dark, manly stubble.
“Was it sitting by the highway at approximately two o’clock this afternoon?” he continued.
Oh shit, she knew what was coming. How completely humiliating.
“Were you and another individual engaged in sexual conduct at the side of the road?” His jaw remained firm and serious.
“No comment,” she said, staring him straight in the eye, or at least where she thought his eyes might be.
“I have no choice than to take you to the station. Duke!” he called. “Cuffs!”
His partner peeled himself out of the car and sauntered towards them, metal handcuffs dangling from his fingers. Were all guys in this town as sexy as all hell?
“Is that really necessary?,” Jenna asked.
“Yup,” said Duke as he clamped each cuff around Jenna’s wrists and read her her rights in a deep, slow voice. She could smell his aftershave, subtle and spicy. Her stomach rumbled. She was very hungry. She’d been too busy screwing Jake to think about food.
In the cop car she realised she was turned on. It was the smell of junk food and man that was getting her all hot. There was something seriously wrong with her, but there was no denying it; her panties were wet.
Duke took her arm as he pulled her out of the car and into the tiny station. He was surprisingly gentle, taking care not to pull at her cuffed hands too much. She was aware that having her arms cuffed behind her back was making her braless breasts shove forward. She could feel them bouncing slightly as she went up the steps.
No one else was on duty; it was just her and Duke and Mr. Friendly. They made her sign some form.
“Jenna Adams,” Mr. Friendly read out, “San Francisco.” He looked her up and down and she could have sworn his eyes rested briefly on her tits. “What you doing in these parts?”
“No comment,” she said, thrusting her chin in the air.
“She’s a stubborn one,” said Duke grinning.
Now they were in a bright room she could see how cute he was. He had short brown hair and green eyes and dimples. His uniform fitted snuggly round a nicely fit body. First impressions hadn’t been wrong.
They led her into a cell and taking her cuffs off, Duke gently pushed her down onto the cot. She looked up at them both. It was an interesting view. Their black clad crotches loomed above her, enhanced by heavy belts. She licked her lips. She just couldn’t help herself.
“Hey, we forgot something,” Mr. Friendly said to Duke.
Jenna held her breath.
“Strip search,” said Duke with a grin.
“Yeh,” Mr. Friendly’s deep voice rumbled. “Stand up, Miss Adams.”
Jenna stood up on wobbly legs.
“Turn around. Put your hands on the wall,” he continued.
She did as he asked, hardly daring to breathe, moisture gathering between her legs. How could it be a strip search when she still had her clothes on?
A hot hand suddenly pushed itself under her T-shirt and up her smooth back. “No bra,” Mr. Friendly said.
“Thought so,” said Duke from across the room.
The hand was joined by its mate and they both moved round to cup a breast each. She could feel his hot breath against her neck. He ran his fingertips across her tight nipples and then licked her neck. She groaned.
“Do ya like that?” he whispered, and she pressed against his hands.
“Hey Steve,” said Duke. “You need to search all over.”
Oh God, yes please, thought Jenna.
Steve’s firm hands moved to the front of her pants and undid the buttons, one by one. His lips slightly grazed her ass as he slowly pulled her pants down over her hips and down her thighs. She heard him sigh as his fingers hooked into her lacy panties and he slowly pulled them down too. There was silence for a moment and Jenna squirmed with anticipation, her ass exposed to the gaze of two men under bright strip lights.
“Nice,” Duke whistled under his breath.
And at last she felt Steve’s hot hands grasp her ass and pull apart her cheeks, and almost shot in the air when an even hotter tongue flicked inside her. He had to hold her still as he sucked and licked, and when he pushed two fingers inside her she very nearly came then and there, but managed to hold it off, not wanting to completely humiliate herself. He withdrew his tongue and hands and grasping hold of her waist spun her round. He had taken his cap off and at last she could see his face. He was ruggedly handsome, older than Duke, with even features and a sensual mouth that was currently slick with her juices. He kissed her sloppily, shoving his tongue inside her mouth and she grabbed hold of his hard cock still safely inside his police issue trousers.
The same couldn’t be said for Duke who was slumped against the far wall with his excited shaft pulled out of his pants and his hand wrapped around it.
"Do ya want me to fuck ya?" Steve said into her neck as she kneaded his hard bulge.
“Oh yes!” she cried, trying to locate his zipper.
He reached down and swiftly undid his belt. It crashed onto the floor. Then he undid the zipper and pushed his trousers and underpants down in one swift move. Hs cock was thick and it stood at attention at a forty-five degree angle, ready for action. He grabbed Jenna and pulled her onto him. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and he lifted her onto his rock hard cock. Its head nudged her wet pussy lips as she sank down, feeling it push into her, stretching her. She threw her head back and Steve yelled, “Holy shit!" as he pushed up into her, ass tightening. Grabbing her soft cheeks, he dragged her onto his straining dick, sliding her up and down. Jenna watched Duke over his shoulder. She watched his fist pumping his own cock, fingers tightly circling the shaft, glistening head appearing and reappearing, as he stared back at her, eyes glazed, and she bounced up and down on Steve’s much larger member, his fingers grasping her ass even tighter, his loud moans in her ear. Soon the friction was just too much for her and she came in spasms crying out into Steve’s thick neck, just as Duke shot his load over the linoleum floor. Steve was still going, four more thrusts and he yelled, “Fuuuuck, I’m coming!” and pumped his hot seed inside her.
“Did ya like that?” he asked.
“No comment,” Jenna replied, collapsed on the cot, totally exhausted.



-3-

Oiling Her Engine


Jenna got a call at the motel the next afternoon. Her car was ready.
She prized herself out of bed and pulled on a clean T Shirt and a red thong, her last remaining pair of panties. She couldn’t wait to get to Jericho, her eventual destination and have some much needed RnR. Her whole body was aching from too much good sex. Young Jake had given her a good seeing to yesterday bent over the hood of her broken down car, and then she’d spent the night in jail with two horny cops fucking her every which way. They’d both had talented cocks, but that narrow cot had been damned uncomfortable. No, enough of the hot men in this town, she needed to get away to a warm bath, a comfortable bed and a washing machine.
She walked to the repair shop and was immediately faced with a vision for sore eyes, or should that be a sore pussy? The guy was over six foot of solid muscle. His white wife beater singlet sweatily clung to every muscle; six pack rippling through the thin cotton. His skin was brown and shining with sweat, tattoos adorning his bulging biceps. His overalls were stripped to his waist and in the gap between his pants and singlet she could see a line of hair snaking downwards. He didn’t appear to be wearing any underpants. Oh fuck.
He stood and looked at her, wiping a wrench with an oily cloth. His eyes darkened as they settled on the T-shirt stretched across her braless chest, and he smirked lazily. This guy was dirty in more ways than one. Her exhausted loins twitched into life once again. Shit, she didn’t think she could survive getting this turned on again. Can you die from having too much sex?
“Come to collect your car?” he drawled, wiping his hand across his broad chest.
Jenna swallowed, and croaked, “Yes.” She could feel her nipples puckering and pushing against her T-shirt as he looked at her.
“It’s over there,” he nodded, still not moving.
She turned round and walked over to her vehicle on wobbling legs, feeling his eyes on the tight denim of her backside.
The hood was still up and she looked inside at the engine, no idea of what she should be checking. Suddenly, he was beside her, the smell of musky sweat and engine oil assaulting her nostrils.
“Gasket head needed replacing,” he said in her ear, solid arm pressing against hers. She could feel her traitorous pussy get wetter as he spoke. It really couldn’t stand any more pounding, but the thought of what this guy had in his pants, what that line of hair led to, made her head spin. “Needed oiling up a bit too,” he murmured, voice deepening.
Her ass involuntarily swayed as she leaned into the car, and again she felt his eyes dragged to it. Her breathing quickened as, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lick his lips. A large hand suddenly rested on one of her ass cheeks, and she melted into it, wiggling her bottom slightly.
She turned and faced him, eager nipples now fighting against the fabric of her T-shirt. She looked down at the massive bulge making a tent in his overalls. His hand closed over it and he smirked at her.
“Suck me off and I’ll give you a discount.”
She should have been mad but she was too desperate to see what he had in there. She sunk to her knees and he lent back against the car, hands gripping the edge of hood, muscles flexing. She grabbed hold of his overalls and tugged them down. His cock sprung out and upwards. She’d seen some big cocks in the last twenty-four hours but this one was huge. It was at least nine inches, probably more and his balls were small and tight. It was a magnificent sight. She was happy to just kneel for a while and feast her eyes, but he had other ideas. A hand came down and pushed her head towards him. She stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his cock so it bounced. He let out a loud groan and pushed her head closer. She hoped he’d quit doing that and leave her to it. She ran a finger up the hard shaft and then wrapped her hand around it with a firm grip and closed her mouth over the head. She could feel him hold his breath as she sucked him hard, and then took him into her mouth as far as she could get. He let his breath out in a loud gasp as his cock slipped out of her mouth and she licked round the head, now dripping with pre cum.
He reached down and roughly pulling at her T-shirt, yanked it over her head. He then grabbed his cock and rubbed the slippery head over her nipples, one at a time. She pressed her boobs together so he could press his cock into the soft channel between them. It obviously felt good. His glazed eyes were fixed on the head of his penis as it slid between her tits, and he groaned in time to its rhythm. She imagined what his tight ass must look like; muscles bunched as he ground his cock against her and reached down to pinch her nipples. His breathing became more labored and without much warning he cursed and squirted hot cum across her chest, just missing her face.
He pulled away from her, and his fist massaged his still hard cock for a moment, then he said, “Your turn,” and grabbing her waist pushed her against the car so she was sitting on the edge of the open hood. She kicked off her flip-flops, and he deftly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her legs, and over her feet. She was left naked apart from a tiny red thong. He clearly liked what he saw as his calloused hands ran over her skin and his lips clamped down on an aching nipple. He released her with a loud sucking noise and growled, “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll pass out.”
She nearly came right then and there, but gripped the edge of the hood, gritted her teeth and concentrated on holding out as long as possible.
He carefully placed her feet on the fender, one at a time, so her legs were spread apart, then his face hovered over her mound as fingers dipped beneath the thong, and stroked her dripping lips. His tongue lashed over the sopping cotton and she tried to grind her hips into his face, but he pushed her back with a strong hand. Something sharp was digging into her bottom but she didn’t care. He suddenly grabbed the thin cotton strand on her hip and ripping her panties off her, sunk his face into her pussy, his tongue pressing right into her.
“Oh my God, ” she cried. “That’s incredible!”
She writhed against him as his tongue pistoned into her, nose rubbing against her clit. Her moans were filling the repair shop, as his tongue continued its relentless attack. She gripped the edge of the hood even tighter and threw her head back as the first waves of orgasm started to hit, then a rough finger pushed inside her ass hole and she came so hard she saw stars.
It took her a while to come round, but once they had both got back into their clothes, she got into the car and started it up.
She had to get out of here. This town was killing her.



-4-

Doctor’s Orders


Jenna eventually reached Jericho that evening. It was a prettier town than she had expected. The main street was lined with trees and the red brick two story buildings were solid and pleasantly proportioned. She pulled up in front of a coffee shop called ‘Good Day Café’ and looked at her watch. Maybe the newspaper office would still be open. She could see a dusty window above the cafe etched with the letters ‘Cooper County Chronicle.’
Climbing the stairs she wondered what Jack Harrison would be like. She had only corresponded with him by email and he had been so impressed with her qualifications that he hired her straight off without even speaking to her. She imagined a grizzly old newspaperman with nicotine stained teeth.
The guy who opened the door was not like that. He had tousled brown hair, a straight nose, intelligent green eyes behind heavy framed glasses and nice white teeth that were currently being displayed in his broad smile. He looked like an older, cleverer Duke. Hello Jack Harrison! But then she noticed he was holding a 'World’s Greatest Dad' coffee mug and a thick gold band circled his wedding finger. Damn.
“Jenna Adams,” she said, holding out her hand.
He had a firm handshake she noticed, and he was clearly an eye contact guy. His green eyes looked straight into hers, as he said, “You finally got here!”
She smiled back at him. God, he was cute.
“Sorry about the mess,” he said as she looked behind him at the untidiest newsroom she had ever seen in her life. “Organization is not my forte. Which is why I need you,” he said, pointing at her sweetly and making her heart give a little leap.
“At your service, Sir,” she said giving a silly little salute and stopping herself from adding something lewd. It wouldn’t be a great idea to proposition her married boss on the first day at work.
She thought she saw his eyes briefly graze over her chest, but she must be imagining it. She had sex on the brain at the moment.

Later on she settled into a Bed and Breakfast and had the best night’s sleep in her life, body exhausted from all the vigorous sex she’d been getting. Life in the mid west was sure turning out to be interesting.
The next day she joined Jack in the office and they both attempted to make sense of the piles of paperwork. Apparently somewhere underneath was buried two reasonably new PCs.
“I took this operation over from my Dad not long ago,” Jack explained. “We need to join the twenty first century as soon as possible.”
In the heat of the afternoon, a fan whirring in her face, Jenna got to work on the online Paper’s website, but she couldn’t concentrate. She had a view of Jack’s broad back and the hair curling over his collar. She wanted to run her fingers through it and then push them into the front of his shirt and through his chest hair. She squirmed in her chair and sucked a pencil, staring at the back of his head. It seemed she was developing an enormous crush already. And damned if she wasn’t getting turned on. She pinched a nipple through her shirt and squeezed her legs together, then found her hand pushing up her skirt and straying to her crotch, rubbing herself through the cotton of her panties. She moaned and Jack spun round. Jenna pulled her hand away from her crotch so violently she whacked it on the desk and a pain shot through her fingers.
“Jenna!” Jack cried, leaping up from his chair. “Are you OK?”
She shook her head with tears in her eyes, and grasped her throbbing wrist.
He insisted on taking her to the emergency room, but she wouldn’t let him stay with her. He had far too much to do, and she was in enough pain without having the added torture of his kind solicitations.
It was a tiny country hospital and she was the only patient there. The middle-aged nurse took her details and then promptly disappeared.
“Jenna Adams?” A deep voice said and she looked up and thought she was hallucinating. He was tall and blonde dressed in green scrubs and he was utterly drop dead gorgeous.
She just stared at him with an open mouth.
“Jenna?” he said again, the sound of her name on his lips making her shiver. “Follow me.”
He took her into a tiny room and directed her to sit on the bed. “Is it your wrist?” he asked gently. God, he must think she was retarded or something, the way she was staring at him. She nodded and his warm, soft hand gently touched her. “Does that hurt?” he asked and she winced and nodded again. His short blonde hair was an inch from her lips as he bent over and wiggled her fingers. “How about that?” Oh God, she was so turned on she was wet. She shifted on the bed and his head moved closer. “I don’t think anything’s broken,” he said, looking up at her through long eyelashes. “I’ll just strap it up for you.”
He went away and came back almost immediately with a bandage in his hand. Her head was at a level with his crotch, and she was so tempted to hold out her good hand and touch him. She almost moaned as he gently wrapped the bandage round her wrist, arm brushing against her thigh.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“No,” she whimpered. “Can I ask you something Doctor?”
“Sure,” he said smiling down at her.
“Is it normal to be turned on all the time?”
He took a deep breath and stammered, “Um…that depends on your definition of normal.”
“I had sex with four different guys in twenty four hours. Is that normal?”
He gulped.
“Let me show you something,” Jenna said, now desperate to get his advice. She pulled up her skirt and opened her legs to show him the soaking wet crotch of her panties. “Now that’s not normal is it?”
His pupils dilated as he stared at her crotch. She looked down and could see the gusset had ridden up her and her pussy lips were on full display.
He licked his lips, and she felt her nipples harden. Oh God, please touch me, she thought.
He was still staring at her, so she touched herself. This time it was him who moaned, and his hand went to the burgeoning hard-on in his pants.
“Oh God, Doctor!” she cried. “Please fuck me!”
Something in him seemed to snap and he grabbed her arms and kissed her, pushing a desperate tongue into her mouth, moaning softly as he greedily devoured her. His hands went to her breasts and he squeezed and kneaded them through her shirt and bra, as his tongue continued to wrestle with hers.
She shuffled to the edge of the bed and pulled him against her, ramming her aching crotch against his hard cock. He moaned again into her mouth and pinched her nipples, then let go and impatiently pushed his scrubs down, releasing his cock from his tight white underpants. He quickly grasped the shaft and slowly slid it up and down her soaking slit. She squeezed his tight ass as he pulled her panties to one side and the head of his cock found its way to her needy opening. Their mouths still welded together, she gasped into his mouth as he slowly pushed into her, inch by delicious inch. He groaned and pulled his mouth away and rested his forehead against hers, blue eyes staring through long eyelashes, panting hot breath as he slowly and achingly sank into her, then pulled out and sank into her again. The slow rhythm he was building was driving her to delirium. Any moment now she was going to start talking in tongues.
“Oh Doctor,” she groaned. “That feels so good…. Oh, make me come!”
And he rocked into her, massaging the head of his cock over and over again, mouth open, eyes half closed, until she came in ragged cries and he pulled out and pumped his hot juices onto the paper covering of the bed.
“Next time you need some treatment,” he gasped, still shaking, “be sure to come to me.”



-5-

Red Neck Round Two


The day Jenna moved into her new rented apartment she decided to celebrate by calling Jake and asking him to visit.
She’d last seen him when he’d given her broken down car a tow into town. That was after he’d given her pussy a pounding over its hood. She’d had the longest orgasm of her life, spread-eagled on the car, ass exposed to the midday sun and any passing cars.
Some guys were good for a quick fucking. She did like a bit of rough when all she wanted was some frantic sex. She thought of the cops and the mechanic and sighed. But Jake wasn’t one of those guys. He was sexy all right, but he was also super cute. She remembered his panty shifting grin, and the way his clothes smelt of fabric softener. She could bet his Mom still did his laundry, which turned her on. The thought of her corrupting Mommy’s little boy made her hot.
Jake and Jack were both in that league: guys you could fall for. She couldn’t have Jack because he was married with babies, but she could damn well have Jake. And hell, it was only a difference of one letter!
She was so excited at the prospect of having him in a bed, she couldn’t think straight all day. Even her daily fantasy about Jack noisily taking her against the filing cabinet was superseded by images of Jake naked and spread out for her pleasure. She practically ran home and spent an hour soaking in the bath, removing every hair from her body and anointing her skin with rose scented oil. She dressed in her favourite matching silk camisole and French knickers, and then put some cookie dough in the oven. There was nothing like the smell of freshly baked cookies to get a guy in the right mood.
Jake was nice and punctual. The bell rang at eight pm and she opened the door with a happy smile. She’d forgotten quite how gorgeous he was, six foot two inches of sun tanned deliciousness and he was grinning at her as if she was a huge bowl of ice cream and he was the spoon.
He took in the wispy scraps of silk that barely covered her body and his blue eyes grew wide. Such a sweetheart! He had to have known she was a sure thing tonight, but he still had the grace to look really appreciative.
“Hey babe,” she purred. “Did it take you long to get here?”
“No,” he said staring at her long bare legs. “It sure is nice to see you.”
“Then kiss me, you idiot!” Jenna cried and found herself pressed into his sweet smelling shirt, as his soft lips closed over hers. She hummed with pleasure as he kissed her, slowly and tenderly, moving his lips to achingly suck on her neck. A warm hand found its way to her round bottom and pushed beneath the loose silk.
“You’re so hot,” he moaned, as he palmed her ass cheek and licked her neck. She held on to his shirt and wrapped her legs around his waist, so he could lift her up and press her against his hard groin. He walked a couple of steps into the room and managed to slam the door behind him, Jenna hanging ecstatically round his neck.
“Where’s the bed?” he gasped as she licked his ear and nipped his ear lobe.
“To the right,” she murmured into his ear.
When he got into the bedroom he promptly threw her down onto the bed and laughed at her surprised face.
She squirmed with pleasure as she watched him slowly unbutton his shirt and and pull it off his broad shoulders. Oh, she remembered those abs. Then he unhurriedly unbuttoned his flies, looking at her hungrily and pushing them down to reveal snow-white underwear. She smiled to herself. Oh yes, his mother definitely still did his laundry. But thoughts of his mother vanished when he cupped his hand over his hardening cock and stroked it, grinning wickedly. He leaned onto the bed, placed a hand on either side of her and slowly crawled over her, not letting their bodies touch. She was writhing with frustration now, but he finally reached her mouth and lowered his lips over hers. With a moan she dug her nails into his back and he lightly brushed his hard groin against her, as his soft lips eased her mouth open so he could push his tongue inside. Her hips rose off the bed as his hot tongue plunged inside her and his lips created a delicious pressure, but he moved his groin away from her and she was left clutching at him, whimpering into his mouth.
“Oh Jake, please!” she heard herself begging.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered into her ear.
“Touch me, Jake,” she cried.
He slowly pushed his hand under her camisole and cupped one breast, rubbing the nipple with his thumb. She was so turned on by now, she could feel the unmistakable early stages of an orgasm building.
“Fuck me,” she begged, bucking against his hand. “Oh, fuck me hard!”
He chuckled and got up to pull his underpants down, his erection eagerly springing outwards. God, he had a gorgeous cock. He was gorgeous all over, every single wonderful inch of him. He reached down and careful not to make contact with her skin, he stroked his hands up the silk of her knickers and gently pulled them down over her legs.
Jenna was on fire. He had barely touched her and she was just about ready to go off.
He smiled at her freshly waxed pussy and lazily slid his hand up and down his cock. Reaching down to his jeans, he pulled out a condom, carefully ripped the foil open with his teeth and without breaking eye contact with her slowly slid the rubber down over his rigid cock. He held it in his hand and teasingly ran a palm over his hard stomach.
“Jake!” she pleaded, and almost screamed as she felt his tongue flick against her swollen clit.
“Oh God, I’m going to come,” she warned him, and he quickly entered her, suddenly sliding against all her aroused nerve endings. The pulsating contractions of her orgasm hit like a freight train and squeezed round his cock, dragging moans from him as he thrust into her. Her head was thrown back, her hands gripped the sheets, her whole body shook as he relentlessly drove her into mindlessness. At some point he must have come, but she barely noticed, she was in such a fog of pleasure.
When she came round she opened her eyes to find him gazing at her and smiling smugly, blue eyes shining with triumph.
She hadn’t even needed the cookies.



-6-

Jenna vs. Jack


Jenna surreptitiously watched her boss roll his sleeves up his hairy arms and she licked her lips. The sun was slanting through the blinds of the newsroom and it settled on Jack’s face, emphasizing the darkness of his eyelashes, resting on his brown skin as he concentrated on the computer screen.
She coughed, just so she could watch his green eyes flick up and settle on her, the corners of his lovely mouth turning upwards.
This wasn’t just a crush anymore; she was in love with this guy. A desperate, obsessive love that kept her awake at night. Well, those nights when the gorgeous Jake wasn’t keeping her awake for entirely different reasons. Jake was cute, but he was still a boy and Jack was all man, she thought, as she gazed at the curls of hair in his open collar.
She smiled back at him, knowing she probably had her feelings written all over her face, but she just didn’t care anymore. Let him know. Let him do something about it. She couldn’t stand the tension anymore.
His hands returned to his keyboard and the sun glinted on his wedding ring. Her stomach twisted. If only, if only, if only…
Her hand strayed to the open collar of her white blouse, and as if driven by someone else entirely, undid the top two buttons. It was a hot day and looking down she could see her creamy cleavage glowing with a sheen of sweat. She picked up a manila folder and fanned herself, blowing the edges of her shirt wider, throwing her head back slightly.
Jack had stopped typing and he was staring at her, hungrily. A pulse of desire shot through her groin as she realised he was staring at her mouth. She just couldn’t help it; she ran her tongue along her top lip. He made an almost inaudible groan, and his eyes darkened.
Naughtily, she uncrossed her legs and opened them slightly as she leaned back and continued to fan herself. Jack was still glued to his seat, hand gripping his chair arm tightly. She undid another button of her blouse revealing the white lace of her bra and he shifted in his seat. Something was stirring in the crotch of his pants. Oh Lord!
She moaned as the cool air from the fanning of the manila folder hit her overheated breasts, and she ran a hand across her chest, grazing the soft rise of her breasts. She couldn’t resist dipping a finger under the lace and caressing a tight nipple.
“Jenna,” she heard him gasp.
She stopped pretending she hadn’t noticed him and looked him straight in the eye, smiling lazily as she undid the remaining buttons, and then ran her hand over her breasts, rubbing a nipple with her thumb.
He had stopped breathing. The room was completely silent apart from the whirring of their hard drives. She wanted him to touch her so badly, but he was still gripping the arms of his chair as if that would save him.
“Undo your shirt,” she said in a clear voice, making him jump slightly.
He hesitated but then undid each button, hands trembling as he revealed his lovely chest, and the dark hair that fanned across it. She returned her hand to her breast and squeezed, wanting to run her hands across his chest instead.
He gazed at her, patiently waiting for her next move, his hard cock now making a visible tent in his pants.
She licked her lips and lifting her bottom slightly pulled her skirt up her thighs. She opened her legs so he could get a good look at the wet crotch of her white panties.
He groaned, and his hand went to his own crotch, rubbing his cock through the linen of his pants.
“Take it out,” she said, her fingers dipping into her panties.
He unzipped the fly, the sound reverberating in the silent room, pulled his underpants down slightly and his hard cock sprung out into his lap, engorged and ridged with veins.
Who would have thought he’d been hiding that magnificent beast? Jenna licked her lips again and stared at his cock as she tugged her panties to one side and slipped her fingers into her wet slit.
He moaned loudly as his fist closed round his thick shaft, his thumb running up the underside and pressing over the dripping head. Jenna imagined herself sucking it into her hot mouth as her fingers slipped and slid across her clit. He gazed intently at her exposed lips as his fist and thumb caressed his stiff cock, pulling it almost to his navel, and his other hand tugged his pants down further so he could cup and stroke his balls. They moaned together as their rhythm intensified, the sound of sliding skin filling the room, fingers rubbing against tight flesh, heads thrown back as they both came in twitching convulsions crying each other’s names out loud.
The sound of a ringing phone interrupted their lightheaded recovery. Jack grabbed for it, semi hard cock still in his hand.
“Hey darling,” he rasped.
Quickly buttoning herself up, Jenna made a resolution. She didn’t care if he was married, she would have him if it killed her.



-7-

A Day of Double J


Jack made sure he was out of the office most of the next day. He would occasionally call Jenna to check on things and even over the phone she could sense his embarrassment. Not surprising really, considering only yesterday he had been sitting in the chair opposite where she was sitting right now, hard cock in his pumping fist, calling out her name. She had hardly forced him into it. She’d only played with her nipples a little and he’d been raring to go.
God, she missed him. She was used to being able to gaze at his lovely face every day.
Jake called midday. He needed to call on a friend in Jericho, did she fancy hooking up? Why not, she thought. Some vigorous fucking from Jake might do her good. She had a lot of sexual tension to release. Just thinking about Jake’s hot young body and what she could do with it, got her a little excited. Jack had competition; he wasn’t the only gorgeous guy around. However, he was the only gorgeous guy she couldn’t have, she grimly reminded herself.
She played with herself a little thinking about what Jake looked like when he came; how his spunk shot out of his dick as if fired from a gun, and how he always groaned as if he was in pain. For some reason, that agonized moaning always made her come too. She had never bothered to analyse it.
Just as she was about to lock up and go home, Jack appeared. He stood in the doorway, a little rumpled as usual, dark shadows under his eyes. He always looked like a kid who couldn’t quite dress himself properly. Something was always untucked or askew. Today his green eyes looked tired and she wanted to hold him.
When he saw her, he stopped in his tracks and what he was about to say clearly died in his mouth. He just stood there, hand on the door handle, brow furrowed. God, he looked sexy when he scowled.
She smiled nervously at him, and said “Are you OK?”
“No,” he said, running his hand through his thick brown hair. “You?”
“I’ve been a bit lonely today,” she said, sounding slightly whiny which she really hadn’t intended. She didn’t want Jack thinking she was clingy and needy.
He finally walked into the room and dumped his briefcase on his messy desk. He pulled out a thumb drive from his pocket and it made her eyes go straight to his crotch. Now she knew what he had in those pants, it was really hard not to stare.
His hand went up to his tie, and he tugged it off. She was sure he hadn’t intended it to be a seductive maneuver but it went straight to her groin, and she even moaned slightly and shifted in her chair, remembering what his bare chest looked like with its virile covering of hair.
“Jack,” she said breathlessly, but he held a warning hand out to her.
“Don’t Jenna,” he said in a whisper. “This is killing me.”
She gulped with surprise at his words and couldn’t help gazing questioningly at him.
“You’re killing me,” he said staring directly into her eyes. His dark green gaze was so intense she found herself standing and walking towards him, despite his defensive gesture.
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” she said softly. “It’s just that I want you so badly.”
“Oh God, Jenna,” he said with a sigh and reached out to her, grabbing her upper arms in a surprisingly firm grip. “We can’t do this,” he rasped, at the same time as pulling her towards him.
She helplessly arched her face up to his, and their lips met. She sighed with the relief of finally feeling him against her. He tasted wonderful, like coffee and the cinnamon gum he liked to chew, and his clever tongue ran across her lips before it pushed inside, mouth devouring her. A moan escaped from his throat and his erection pressed into her as his hands found their way to her bottom and grabbed at her desperately. He leaned backwards against his desk and Jenna fell against him, his hands grinding her against his hard groin, her hands pushing through his silky hair, all the time sucking at each other like it was the last thing they would ever do.
She reached down and unzipped his pants. Her hand dipped inside and closed around his solid thickness but his hand suddenly clamped over hers and his lips pulled away from her. “Can’t do this,” he forced out, gently pushing her away from him.
He held her at arms length, both of them breathing heavily. She was stupefied with arousal.
“You’re so beautiful, Jenna,” he said, “But I can’t do this to Suzy.” And zipping up his pants, he grabbed his briefcase and was gone, door slamming shut after him.
She was left standing in the middle of the office totally turned on, and totally ashamed of herself.

When she got home, Jake was waiting in his pick-up. She didn’t even bother saying hello, she just grabbed his hand and said, “Inside now!” pulling him up the path.
Once inside her apartment she got down to stripping him out of his clothes while he stood in her living room looking excited. The shirt was first, then the jeans, and then she stopped briefly to gaze at his hardening cock in his tight white underpants. She loved these pants he wore. They made him seem all clean and innocent ready to be violated. And they hugged his cock beautifully. She ran a finger along its rigid length then grabbed the waistband and tugged them down, his erection springing out eagerly. She took his hand again and dragging him into the bedroom pushed him down onto the bed. He lay spread eagled, buck naked, gazing up at her. She stopped for a moment and suddenly realised what she’d like to do, what would exorcise the frustration of the afternoon.
“Don’t move,” she said and went to the dresser. Opening the second drawer she pulled out a couple of silk scarves. A wicked grin spread over Jake’s face as she walked towards him, and his cock twitched with anticipation. His hand went to stroke it, but she brushed it away.
“Bad boy,” she said, and grabbing his wrist, tied the silk scarf tightly around it and tethered it to the iron bedstead above his head. Then she moved over to his other side and did the same with his other wrist.
She stood at the end of the bed surveying him. “Don’t you dare speak,” she ordered firmly.
It was a mouth-watering sight. He was spread out in front of her in all his considerable glory. His arms being lifted above his head emphasized the breadth of his shoulders, and the shape of his pectoral muscles. His smooth brown chest led to the ridges of his hard abs. His toned legs, with their long lean muscles were lightly covered with blonde hair. Even his feet were pretty. Then there was his beautiful cock, large and hard and perfectly shaped reaching almost to his navel. His face wasn’t bad either. He had sky blue eyes, a smattering of freckles and pink lips that were permanently turned up in a cheeky grin. Now his pupils were so dilated his eyes were dark. He fixed her with a rapt gaze as he waited for her next move. God, he could make a fortune in gay porn, she thought. But right now he was all hers.
There were so many things she could do to him. How to choose? She was still fully dressed as well, but that could wait. She was going to tease him mercilessly first.
She smiled as he grew impatient, his feet shuffling and his hips thrusting slightly. “Stop that,” she ordered, “I didn’t say you could move.” She kneeled between his legs and put her hands on the bed either side of his hips and leant towards his cock, which involuntarily rose towards her mouth. Oh my, she was hungry. She took her time before sticking out her tongue and licking the salty head. He groaned, loudly. “Shush,” she snapped, really hoping this wouldn’t be over too soon, but then he did have a remarkable recovery time so maybe that didn’t matter. She licked him again, this time all the way up the shaft. She felt him pull against the restraints, smiled to herself and stood up.
“No!” he cried. “Please Jenna!”
“I told you not to speak,” she smiled. He moaned and rocked his head from side to side, blonde hair falling over his forehead. God, she was torturing him!
What next? She leant over him again, making sure her hair brushed over the skin of his belly and gave one of his flat brown nipples a firm lick. When he groaned she closed her teeth round it and nipped. This made him try to push his groin towards her but she moved away to avoid contact. He’d done the same to her before and it was pay back time.
Time to take off some clothes, she thought. She made sure he had an uninterrupted view and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She eased it off her shoulders, and then unclipped her bra and dropped it to the floor. She then looked down at her breasts and cupped one of them, running a thumb over the tight nipple. She looked at Jake and he was staring at her, running his tongue over his lips. He was almost salivating. She moved towards him and placed a nipple against his lips so he could suck on it greedily. She moved back again and kicking off her shoes, unzipped her pants, easing them over hips and feet. She stood for a while lazily running a hand over her softly rounded stomach and dipping it into her black panties which elicited a satisfying moan from the man tethered to her bed. So she sunk her fingers into her wet folds, and then pulled her panties to one side so he could see how wet she was.
“Fuck,” he gasped and his cock jerked against his belly.
She ignored him and continued to play with herself, eyes closed, pretending to be totally absorbed, but all the time listening to Jake’s hungry little moans. Eventually she pulled her hand away. She wanted Jake to make her come. She tugged her panties down without finesse and got onto the bed straddling his head so her pussy hovered above his face. He stared up at her as if it was the best thing he’d ever seen.
“If you make me come I might be kind to you,” she said and lowered herself down onto his waiting mouth. He immediately sucked at her clit and eagerly ran his hot tongue up and down her slit. She ground her hips to intensify the sensation, and the slurping noises he was making helped drive her to a ridiculously fast and world-class orgasm.
“Good boy,” she gasped, reluctantly removing her satisfied pussy from his face. “Now what can I do for you?”
He was obeying orders and not speaking but his gleaming eyes and thrusting pelvis told her exactly what he wanted. She licked down his chest, humming with pleasure and brushing her nipples against his cock as she went. He was just so god damned delicious. When she reached his cock she grasped it and hungrily slurped around the head. She wasn’t going to tease him now. She was going to give it to him, and give it to him quick. He thrust his straining dick into her mouth as she slid her slick mouth up and down, sucking him into her. She could hear his moans grow louder and she plunged her fingers into her soaking wet slit, frigging herself furiously as she sucked him. His cum shot into the back of her throat and there was that pained yelp which drove her to another frantic orgasm. She slumped off the bed and onto the floor, swallowing his thick cum, fingers still in her pussy. She lay there for some time dazedly staring at the ceiling.
“Jenna?” a tentative voice said.
She laughed and pulled herself up to look at him over the edge of the bed.
She didn’t think she’d ever seen anything so gorgeous. A satiated man lying naked, tied to her bedstead, semi hard cock lying against his leg, the cum she hadn’t managed to catch glistening on his hard abs. She was tempted to grab a camera.
“Look at you,” she purred, “I could just eat you up.”
“I think you just did,” he said. “Are you going to untie me?”
“No,” she said firmly. “I haven’t fucked you yet.” She could see he was making his usual miraculously fast recovery as she crawled up his body, ready for orgasm number three.



-8-

Torturing Jake


Jenna hovered over a buck naked Jake, spread eagled and tied to her bed. She had already had two world-class orgasms and was ready for a third. Jake was good and ready too. He had a world-class boner nudging his navel.
She was just about to straddle him when the doorbell rang.
“Ignore it,” he growled.
But she couldn’t. She shrugged on her kimono and grumpily pulled open the door. A dark haired vision was in front of her. Dark skinned and sweating, dressed in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts and running shoes.
“Sorry,” he grinned gesturing at his smooth, muscular chest, “been running.”
No problem, she felt like saying. Come in, cool down, how about a shower?
“Jake here?” he asked.
“Yes, but he’s a bit tied up at the moment.”
He took in her hastily put on kimono, and bare feet and grinned knowingly. Then he ran his hand down his sweaty chest. She followed its progress all the way to the tiny running shorts and she got all snagged up on looking at his crotch. What was wrong with her? She had one gorgeous man tied up in her bed, why was she even looking at another one? But she was.
“Why don’t you come in,” she heard herself saying. What on earth did she think she was going to do with him? Oh, she could think of a few things.
“You must be Jenna,” he said standing in the middle of the living room looking around. “Jake’s told me all about you,” he added, naughty grin still spread across his face.
“Has he?” she asked. “What’s he told you?” and she raised her voice so Jake might hear.
He ignored her question and said instead, “You’re even hotter than I imagined. Bet you look even cuter without that robe,” and he gave her a look so steamy she just about melted. The cheeky so-and-so! How old was he anyway? She’d better check before this went any further.
“And how do you know Jake?” she asked.
“Jake and I go way back. I was in the year below him at school. My name’s Ryan,” he said politely. That made him nineteen. More than legal. “We’re like that,” he said, holding up his crossed fingers. “We share everything,” and he put special emphasis on the word “everything”.
Jenna had just thought of a way to step up her delicious torturing of Jake. She took off her kimono and dropped it on the floor. “Is this what you wanted to see?” she asked.
Ryan gaped at her.
“Let’s get you in the shower,” she said and pushed him towards the bathroom, getting an eyeful of the tightest, cutest ass she had ever seen. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. She turned on the shower and ran it until it was hot and turned round to find that Ryan had stripped off his shorts and was proudly displaying a healthy erection. He was like an eager puppy.
“Very nice,” she said appreciatively and he smiled like he’d been given a gold star. “Now you get in the shower and keep that cock nice and hard while I check on Jake.”
Jake was actually asleep, still tethered to the bed with a hard-on but breathing rhythmically. God, she was a lucky girl. Two absolutely edible naked men, both up and raring to go. She ran a finger along the sole of his foot, and when he didn’t respond she kneeled between his legs and licked the head of his cock. That got his attention. He jerked awake.
“Hey babe,” she purred. “We’ve got company.”
He peered at her confused.
“Your little friend Ryan,” she explained.
“Oh shit,” he said, and then added, “Why are you naked?”
“I thought I’d have some fun with Ryan. He’s yummy.”
“But what about me?” he cried nodding down at the twitching erection that showed no signs of abating, and pulling against the scarves that tied him to the bed.
“You can wait,” she said and exited the room giving him a good look at her swaying backside, and making sure she left the door wide open.
Back in the bathroom, Ryan had lathered himself up and clearly needed some help to rinse himself down. She stepped into the tub and ran a hand over his tight ass, squeezing it and sucking at the back of his neck. She reached round to wrap her hand round his stiff dick. He moaned.
“Come and fuck me over the sofa,” she said.
He wasn’t going to need any persuading. He immediately switched off the shower, and she dragged him dripping wet into the living room where she bent over the back of the sofa, ass stuck up in the air. His hand eagerly ran across one cheek and he slapped it, shooting a bolt of arousal straight to her clit.
“Oh man!” he sighed in appreciation and then stuck his face between her ass cheeks sticking his hot tongue into her pussy.
They both heard a loud groan from the bedroom and Ryan looked up to see Jake tied to the bed, cock huge and purple, kicking furiously against his restraints. Ryan pulled away from Jenna’s ass and threw his head back and laughed.
“You’ve got some sick shit going down,” he spluttered.
“Just fuck me,” Jenna demanded.
He grinned at Jake and then running a hand over Jenna's smooth cheek said, “Sure. Who wouldn’t want to fuck this fine piece of ass?"
Jake was kicking more furiously, abs tight and straining as he tried to pull himself up and see what was going on. He cursed loudly as he watched Ryan wrap his fist round his cock and rub it up against Jenna’s crack.
“Oh yes!” Jenna cried, “That feels so good!” more for Jake’s benefit than Ryan’s.
“Do you want it?” asked Ryan still rubbing against her and covering himself in her slick juices. Oh this was great, he was really playing along, “How much do you want it?” he growled.
“I want it so bad!” she wailed, “Give it to me hard!”
“Oh yeh,” Ryan moaned as the head of his dick dipped into her gaping pussy. “Like this?”
“Yes! Shove it in, all the way in!”
Jake groaned loudly from the bedroom as Ryan grabbed hold of Jenna’s hips, clenched his ass and pushed hard into her, all the way up to the hilt so they could all hear his wet balls slap against her. She yowled with pleasure for Jake to hear, and then ground her ass against Ryan.
“That’s it!” she told him, “Now fuck me hard,” and he did, driving his cock into her, grunting with the effort, her moaning all the time, Jake watching every thrust, his cock twitching on his belly, until Ryan came with a loud yelp and she turned her head to see Jake’s cum shoot out of the end of his writhing cock, splashing onto his hard abs. He cried out in pained ecstasy and she came so hard she gripped Ryan’s cock inside her, her contractions squeezing him tight. 
Ryan slipped out of her and collapsed on the floor. Giving him a pat on the head she went to Jake and finally untied him. He slumped in her arms, eyes completely glazed. She kissed him tenderly and he muttered, “That wasn’t funny, Jenna.”



-9-

The Mayor Delivers


“Jenna,” Jack said as she entered the office. He was all rumpled as usual, and the morning sun slanting through the blinds was lighting up his green eyes. She inwardly sighed and repeated her morning mantra to herself, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“I want you to go and interview the Mayor this morning,” he said, not daring to meet her eyes. He had been evasive ever since they had kissed. Jenna was beginning to doubt she would ever win him over.
Well at least a visit to the Mayor’s office might cheer her up. She’d met the Mayor once before when she’d covered the opening of the new senior centre. On the surface, he looked like a Mayor, albeit an incredibly good-looking one. He was immaculately groomed and wore perfectly fitting suits, which he filled with confidence. But Jenna could detect a roughness around the edges, a glint in his eyes. He’d been dismissive with her, but his gaze had been steaming hot.
As it turned out, he wasn’t that keen on being interviewed. He seemed more interested in firing questions at her.
“How long have you been a journalist?” he asked, leaning his elbows on his desk and fixing her with his steely gaze.
“Long enough,” she replied, evasively.
“You’ve certainly done some tough assignments,”
“How do you…” and she didn’t bother finishing. He was grinning at her knowingly. He’d looked her up of course.
“Bet it pays to be so hot in your line of work,” he said shamelessly, looking straight at her cleavage.
She was a little shocked. Surely politicians weren’t meant to make comments like that?
He stood up and walked round to her side of the desk, leaning back against it so that his crotch was at her eye level. She tried not to look at it.
“You like sex don’t you?” he said as if it were a perfectly normal thing to ask.
Now she was really shocked. He lent down and laid his hand on her knee, on the bare skin just below the hem of her skirt. She trembled slightly.
"I could get you into so much trouble," she said through gritted teeth, as his hand moved up her leg.
“Well luckily, I am no longer married,” he murmured, leaning forward and blowing hot air into her ear. “And you won’t say anything anyway,” he rasped as his tongue flicked out and licked her ear lobe, “because you are so wet for me.”
She clamped her legs together so he couldn’t discover exactly how wet.
“Give me your address,” he said, hand caressing her thigh and lips moving over her neck. “I have a charity function tonight, but afterwards I’m going to come round yours and give it to you so hard you won’t walk for a week.”
He appeared at her door gone midnight. He was dressed in a black tux and he towered above her. Jenna felt faint at the sight of him. Stubble was already beginning to appear on his strong chin. He looked her up and down, taking in the barely there slip.
“Ready for this?” he growled, stepping into the room and undoing his bow tie.
The guy had ridiculous amounts of self-confidence and he was selling himself so strong it was bound to be a disappointment. But she still felt like letting him call all the shots. If he was as good as he thought he was it would be worth it, so she looked up at him coquettishly.
“I’m all yours,” she purred, and he pounced on her, grabbing her face and slamming his mouth against hers, thrusting his tongue between her lips. She pushed her hands inside his jacket and felt the hard muscles under his shirt as he hungrily kissed her.
“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he snarled pulling away from her, and falling down into the chair behind him. “Strip for me," he ordered.
She ran her hands over her hips, making the silky material of her negligee rise and fall, gazing into his grey eyes the whole time. Then she cupped her breasts and ran her fingers over the tight nipples. He stared at her, then looked down at her breasts and his own hand went to his belt buckle and undid his trousers, pulling out his thick cock, all the time staring at her caressing her own tits.
She slowly pulled the negligee over her head so she was standing in nothing but a tiny oyster thong. Her hands went to the whispers of silk on her hips but he growled, “Leave it on." His fist clamped round his cock as he stared. “Turn around and bend over,” he said.
She did as he ordered and she could hear his breathing quicken as he stared at the line of silk that ran up her crack. She opened her legs more and stuck her ass upwards as she heard him hurriedly removing his own clothes and then he was on his knees behind her and she felt a finger dip under the silk and into her wet slit. She cried out as he touched her clit and he gave a low moan. Then suddenly ripping off her panties with one swift move, he buried his face between her legs, sticking his tongue into her hot core. She cried out again and felt her legs start to go from under her but he grabbed her hips and kept her upright as he lashed her from pussy to ass hole, thumbs pulling her cheeks apart. When his fingers joined the delicious assault, she could feel the tightening contractions of an orgasm approaching but he seemed to sense this and pulled away.
"You’re not coming yet,” he growled, voice deeper than ever. “I decide when you’ll come.”
He turned her around, then lay on the floor on his back and pulled her down to straddle him, cock nudging her asshole. She looked down at his wide chest, covered in slightly greying hair and licked her lips. She tried to kiss him but he pushed her away and grabbed her tits with his big hands and sucked on a nipple so hard it hurt. He squeezed them together so the nipples stuck out, peaked and eager for his wet mouth. He stared at them and then sucked on them brutally, one at a time, slurping and nibbling until she was again just about ready to come. She rubbed her aching pussy against his hard belly, desperate for his cock to fill her, but he continued to assault her nipples with loud sucking noises, his cock rigid and poking against her ass cheeks. She pleaded for him to push it into her but he just leaked pre cum onto her skin and continued to mercilessly lathe her nipples with his rough tongue. She whimpered and begged, “Oh please, oh please,” but he stayed away from her dripping pussy, moaning with the effort.
He released a nipple with a groan and snarled, "You’re not going to get it that easily, you dirty little slut. Suck me off first.”
And he pushed her off him so she could bend down to his massive, straining cock. 
She immediately clamped her mouth round the head, waving her ass in the air, inviting him to reach towards her crotch, which he did eagerly and sunk his thick fingers into her pussy. She groaned against his shaft as he roughly stroked her, and she covered him with her saliva, holding him at the base and slickly sucking him into her.
"That’s it," he moaned, a hand gripping her hair. "Work that cock." 
Both their moans filled the room as her hot mouth swallowed his shaft and his fingers pistoned into her. Then suddenly he dragged her back on top of him and with one hard thrust impaled her with his rigid member. She stretched to accommodate him and she felt his balls nudge against her as she sank all the way down. His hands roughly grabbed her hips and pulled her upwards, all the way to the tip of his cock and then back down so she could feel every inch of him filling her.  He groaned loudly as he repeated the maneuver until he could no longer control it, and bending his knees started furiously slamming into. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he let go and thrust into her, over and over again, deeper and deeper. His lips clamped over one of her nipples; his hands gripped her hips, as he dragged her onto his rigid dick. She moaned and moaned as he continued to pound into her, slamming her onto his cock, furiously thrusting and cursing loudly. Then he suddenly pulled out of her and with a deep cry pumped streams of thick cum all over her ass. But before her wail of frustration had even surfaced he buried his cock into her once again. Jesus Christ, he hadn’t finished! Her pussy gladly welcomed his still hard cock and he continued to wildly thrust, their genitals now slickly lubricated with his slippery cum.
Suddenly he sat up and spinning her round so she was kneeling on all fours he plunged into her again, this time from behind, and grasping her hips he rammed into her so hard the sound of their flesh slamming against each other filled the room. “Oh fuck,” he cried, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” as he pounded into her and then leaned forward and pushed two fingers into her aching slit, pinching and stroking her clit until she could feel the unstoppable force of an overwhelming orgasm approaching. “Oh you’re going to make me come!” she yelled and he bellowed one last, “Fuck!” as he jetted his hot seed into her, and she was grabbed and thrown over the precipice, contractions pulsing through her entire body.
She fell forwards onto the floor, him on top of her, raggedly panting into her ear, her vaginal muscles still gripping his cock in the last throws of ecstasy.
“Oh my God,” she gasped with wonder, head spinning. That had been, hands down, the best lay she had ever had. Who would have thought the Mayor could fuck like that?



-10-

Father and Son


Jenna was trying to wean herself off Jake and Ryan. It had been bad enough when it had just been Jake, but him and Ryan together were a pretty irresistible combination, and she hadn’t been terribly successful so far. All it took was for them to turn up on her doorstep and she’d be back to square one with one cock happily thrusting into her pussy, the other in her hot mouth, vowing that this would be the last time.
It was just too much fun to tease them. They got boners at the drop of hat like horny little teenagers. She’d wear the outfit she knew they liked, a flowery dress that showed her cleavage and bronzed legs, and take them out on picnics, kneeling on the rug with her ass in the air and licking her fingers. They always wanted to go ahead and fuck her in the open air but she always made them wait until they got home and then suck on their hard cocks as if they were ice creams. It was a great way to spend the summer.
Towards the end of August, Jake got himself a girlfriend, which cut down their sessions to once a week. Jenna hadn’t been happy about Jake going behind his girlfriend’s back, but he’d begged and got down on his knees and licked Jenna out until she came, and then what could she say?
If she were being perfectly honest with herself, she also had to admit it was a way to forget her boss, Jack.
And then there was the Mayor. The guy who’d given her the best fucking of her life. She wouldn’t allow herself to think about him.
Jake and Ryan were certainly useful, with their hot young bodies and instant hard-ons, but she knew it couldn’t go on forever, and probably shouldn’t.
One Sunday, Ryan showed up alone and they got down to some hot action almost immediately. He reached up under Jenna’s skirt and tugged her panties down before he even said hello. Then he bent her over the kitchen counter, pushing her skirt up to her waist, pulling his running shorts down and slowly slipping into her. He had to stand on his tiptoes to get the angle right, but it was worth the extra effort as her clit ground against the counter top and the head of his cock massaged her G spot, as he lazily slid in and out of her. She gripped the edge of the counter and whimpered as Ryan watched his own slippery cock disappear inside her, and then appear again bathed in her wet juices. He kept it up for an inhumanly long time, breathing steadily, moans escalating as his balls tightened, and finally after Jenna had already come with a shuddering release, his cock slid into her one last time and unleashed its cum in long lush spasms. The perfect Sunday fuck.
She was holding his lovely face and kissing him when the doorbell rang.
As Jenna opened the door she could feel Ryan’s hot cum dripping down her thighs.
It was the Mayor. Standing on her doorstep. Wearing tennis clothes. Looking hot.
“Jenna,” he said in his gruff voice, and reached towards her but she stopped him.
“I have company,” she said quickly.
He looked surprised. He obviously hadn’t considered that possibility. Jenna opened the door wider to prevent him from just going ahead and grabbing her.
Ryan, thankfully, had pulled up his shorts.
“Dad!” he said as he saw the Mayor.
The Mayor stared at Ryan. Jenna stared at the Mayor. He was the first to recover, ever the consummate politician.
“Hello Ryan,” he said, clearing his throat, “Miss Adams and I have an interview to finish.”
“That’s cool. I need to finish my run anyway,” Ryan said, slapping his Dad on the back as he passed.
Jenna and the Mayor were left staring at each other across the threshold.
“Are you fucking him?” the Mayor asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Being a good lay obviously runs in the family.”
The Mayor bit his lip, visibly fighting with his temper.
“I didn’t know he was your son,” she said, “And you fucked me once and never got in touch again, so…?”
“OK,” he conceded. “That wasn’t nice of me, but I’m not nice,” he said fixing her with his steely gaze and making her pussy clench with desire. “That’s where Ryan and I differ.”
God, she fancied him so badly she was prepared to do anything he wanted, but she took control of herself.
“I think you’d better go,” she said.
“Why?” he answered, “Scared of what I might do?”
“No,” she gulped. She was scared of what she would let him do.
Then her eyes involuntarily strayed to his crotch and she saw the conversation was making him hard. Her legs nearly gave way from under her.
She wanted him to touch her so badly, but she couldn’t let him. Not with his son’s spunk still leaking out of her. “Please go,” she said quietly.
“OK,” he said, “But this isn’t over,” he added leaning towards her and slipping his tongue between her lips. “ I have plans for you,” he growled against her mouth and then pulled away and turned and strolled back to his car.
She was left leaning against the closed door, struggling for breath.



-11-

The Mayor’s Second Term


He kept her waiting of course. The first time the Mayor had fucked her; she had come so hard she thought she was going to pass out. And he had left it weeks before appearing on her doorstep and promising more. It had been two more weeks since then. The guy was the biggest tease Jenna had ever met, or just really absent minded and she didn’t think he was that, somehow.
By the time she saw him again, she had played with herself so much she was sore.
It was at a charity function. The ladies of the town had organised a dinner and a raffle to raise money for some recent storm damage. She found herself sitting next to the Mayor and judging by the way his thigh was brushing hers, she didn’t think it was a coincidence. He was in his tux again and she stared at the heavy expensive watch circling his strong wrist below a snowy white cuff. The sight was making her mouth water more than the cold salmon on her plate. She knew what those hands could do.
He was listening avidly to his neighbour, a boring little man with a weak chin, all the while pressing his thigh against hers. She was trying to follow the conversation at her side of the table but was failing miserably. The Mayor was clearly more skilled at multi tasking than her. She nearly choked on her wine as she felt a hot hand rest on her thigh. He didn’t even falter in his conversation as his hand moved slowly upwards, fingers pulling at the silky material of her dress until he was touching bare skin. She trembled as he caressed her thigh in circles and squeezed slightly.
He broke off his conversation and gestured at a waiter. “More wine for Miss Adams,” he said and then carried on discussing the recent crime spate as his hand began to trail upwards. She gulped and adjusted the tablecloth as he reached her panties, then lost her nerve and clamped her own hand over his wrist. He turned and fixed her with a hard stare, raising his dark eyebrows commandingly. She let go and as he turned away again his finger suddenly dipped under the elastic and plunged inside her. She let out a yelp, and pushed his hand away.
“Are you all right?” the woman on her left asked, her hand resting on Jenna’s arm.
“Yes,” she croaked. “I just need to go to the restroom,” and she quickly adjusted her dress before scuttling away from the table.
He followed her of course. He caught up with her just outside and whispered in her ear, “I have to fuck you.”
His crude words shot a bolt of arousal through her and she allowed him to pull her into the disabled toilet. Hardly the most romantic venue in the world but frankly she didn’t care. At least they were behind a locked door, she thought as he pushed her against the wall, pulled up her skirt and thrust two fingers into her. She cried out loud as he stroked her, and mashed her lips against his, then grappled with his flies. He helped her release his cock with his free hand, and his lips pulled away from her and closed round one of her nipples, making a wet mark on the silk. She was desperate to feel him inside her now and she pulled her own panties down then opened her legs wider so he could return to his delicious stroking as she spat on her hand and lubricated his cock, hand circling around the thick shaft as he groaned into her neck. Suddenly he grabbed hold of her ass and lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me," he growled and she did what he asked. He lowered her onto his cock. The thick head nudged into her, stretching her wide as she sank onto him, inch by inch, sighing with the pleasure. Not many men could manage a position like this but he was so long and hard he impaled her and she slid onto him easily, his hands sliding her up and down his rigid length, until she was groaning so loudly he had to clamp his mouth over hers to quieten her. He soon spurted inside her with a muffled curse, and she came around his cock with wild abandon, him feeling every delicious contraction gripping him like a velvet vice.
She returned to the table first, self consciously aware of the damp patch over her right nipple. Nobody seemed to notice. They were too busy discussing Obama’s health policies.
Later he took her home and they fucked crazily for hours, a marathon session that left every muscle in Jenna’s body aching, and caused the Mayor to fall asleep at his desk the following afternoon; something he had never done before.



-12-

The Accidental Boyfriend


Jenna lay in the Mayor’s big bed, watching his strong hand stroke over her belly.
“How’s Jack?” he asked, dipping a finger into her navel.
“His wife’s pregnant again.”
He laughed. “That could be a bit of an obstacle to true love!”
She scowled at him as his finger trailed down to the edge of her panties.
“Have you fucked my son lately?” he asked calmly, watching his own finger dip beneath the elastic of her tiny cotton panties and licking his lips.
“No! Of course not.” And she was telling the truth.
“So the only guy you’re fucking is me?” he said, slipping his finger over her clit and looking up at her.
Oh my God, he was right. How had that happened?
“Don’t get too big headed,” she said. “It’s a temporary aberration.”
But she had a horrible feeling it wasn’t, as he pulled her panties to one side and his hot tongue joined his finger. He was such a good lay she didn’t really need anyone else. Even Jack had begun to lose his attraction, she realised with horror.
His clever tongue worked magic as her brain tried to grapple with this new awareness. She pushed his head away.
“I have to go,” she said, getting up off the bed.
“What? Now?” he asked with surprise, lips glistening with her juices. “We haven’t even fucked yet!”
And that was so typical. All he cared about was the sex and she had a growing feeling she wanted more. But unfortunately, he was not the one-woman type, and she had left herself wide open without even realizing.
She stayed away from him for five whole days and it was agony. She could have called Jake to help soothe her in his own sweet way but she didn’t want Jake. She wanted the Mayor. And not just for his relentless hard-ons either.
Five days into her self-imposed drought, Jack sent her to the tennis club to cover the visit of some semi famous professional. She knew the Mayor would be there, but she could hardly refuse to go.
All eyes apart from hers were on the minor celebrity. Her eyes were fixed on the Mayor and the way he grinned to himself every time one more sycophant shook the celerity’s hand a little too enthusiastically. Normally, they would laugh about that in bed together afterwards. She felt sick.
She was hovering by the buffet when someone loomed up behind her, placed a firm hand on her waist and whispered in her ear, “Are you avoiding me?”
Her whole body instantly responded to the sound of his deep voice.
“Yes,” she croaked.
“My cock's badly in need of some attention,” he growled, pushing his groin against her ass.
She pulled away from him. “You are so crude,” she muttered, reaching for a piece of bruschetta.
“It never bothered you before.”
“Well it does now,” she said through gritted teeth.
Then suddenly, he grabbed hold of her arm. The baby tomato balancing on the bruschetta wobbled and dropped to the floor as she was pulled to an alcove, and his big body pushed her against the wall.
“What the hell?” she had time to say before his mouth descended on hers. He kissed her more tenderly than she was expecting, his tongue slowly exploring her mouth, drawing a reluctant groan from her throat. When he came up for air he rested his forehead on hers, breathing heavily.
He ran a calloused thumb along her bottom lip and grinned wolfishly. It was that smile that never failed to make her groin fizz. She held his face with her hands and before she could stop herself said, “I love you.”
“Ah,” he said, still smiling, “I was wondering what the problem was.”
She could feel his hard cock pressing against her in its usual insistent way and she closed her eyes, wishing she could take back the words.
“Jenna,” he sighed, and dipped his head to suck gently on her neck. She could feel her traitorous nipples peaking into hardened buds, as his erection stiffened even further. His hand dipped into the back of her pants and squeezed. She rubbed her aching pussy against his hard bulge. She just couldn’t help herself.
His fingers closed over a nipple and caressed her through the thin cotton of her shirt. She grabbed his biceps and ground against him, swallowing her moans. He kissed her again, this time taking her mouth with a ferocious force. She clung to him, little whimpers escaping from her throat.
“Fuck,” he gasped. He pulled his mouth from hers and taking hold of her face, fixed her with serious grey eyes. “I am more than happy to take you on, Jenna,” he said slowly and with conviction.
She gazed back at him, dazed.
“Now lets go home before I get arrested for indecent exposure," he added with a grin.



-13-

The Mayor Gets Kinky



 “I want to watch you fuck another man,” the Mayor said one morning as he was eating the pancakes Jenna had so lovingly cooked for him.
As he patiently waited for her reaction, she reminded herself that this was why she loved him. She loved his straight talking and the fact you always knew where you stood with him. She also loved how he liked sex as much as she did, maybe even more.
“Who’s the hottest guy you know?” he asked.
She thought of Ryan and his coffee brown skin and hard little ass. But being the Mayor’s son, he was just slightly out of bounds. Then she thought of Jake and his perfect body, but he had a girlfriend now and she hadn’t seen him in weeks. Then she thought of her boss, Jack, with a pang. But he was very much married and very straight.
“That guy who works in the cafe below the newsroom,” she said.
“What? The hipster with too long hair and stupid skinny jeans?”
“Yes,” she laughed. She had chosen him not just because he was hot, but because she knew the Mayor would be jealous which would add spice to the whole proceedings.
“Have you even talked to him?”
“I’ve been flirting with him since I arrived in town! He’ll be easily persuaded.”
“Off course he will. A hot piece of ass like you,” the Mayor said, his gaze burning over her body, which was currently only covered by a tiny vest and thong.
“And will you be joining in?” she asked innocently.
“Fuck off! I have no interest in getting near a hairy guy’s cock,” he stated emphatically, grabbing her waist and pulling her onto his knee. “I just want to see it pounding your slutty little pussy,” he added, lips on her neck, hand dipping into her panties and burgeoning erection pressing into her ass.

The guy in the Good Day Cafe was called Adam. It was true that Jenna had been flirting with him for weeks. There was something about the way his long brown hair hung over his blue eyes that she found a real turn on. He also had tattoos. She could only see the ones on his right bicep, just below the sleeve of his T-shirt and she was dying to find out if he had any others. There was no doubt this guy made her mouth water and whenever she talked to him she would get wet. But lately, her and the Mayor had been exclusive. Whenever she was in love she was faithful, however now the Mayor had provided her with a loophole she was hardly going to turn it down.
The day after the Mayor’s indecent proposal, she dressed in her tightest pencil skirt, a silk blouse that was slightly see through and a push-up bra for extra va va vroom. She would no doubt give her boss a heart attack (and a boner) but she didn’t care. He could have had her. She would be reminding him of what he’d missed out on.
She swayed into the cafe in her fuck me heels, and saw with relief that Adam was working this morning so all the preparation hadn’t gone to waste. His eyes lit up as she sashayed towards him, squeezing her breasts together slightly.
“The usual?” he croaked.
“Yes please,” she purred.
She took in his ass as he turned to the coffee machine. Nice.
She leaned on the counter so he’d get an eyeful of her cleavage.
“Are you busy tonight?” she asked. There was no point beating around the bush. She might as well take a leaf out of the Mayor’s book and get straight to the point.
He turned to her, surprised. “No. Why?”
“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to play around.”
His pupils suddenly dilated. He was keen. She could tell.
“Aren’t you seeing the Mayor?”
There was nothing for it, she’d just have to come out with it, but this was risky business, they had the Mayor’s reputation to think of. “He’d like to watch,” she whispered.
Adam’s eyebrows raised but he didn’t look that shocked. Her instincts had been right. He was a little kinky too.
“OK,” he said slowly. “When and where?”
As Jenna went up to the newspaper office with her cafe latte, she realised that she wasn’t entirely sure whether it was her or the Mayor who had peaked Adam’s interest. Oh well, the night should be interesting whatever.

That night the Mayor looked a little nervous which wasn’t like him at all. He turned up at her place clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels and got down to pouring a glass straight away. She sat on his knee and stroked his cock through his pants while he drank.
“Do you still want to do this?” she asked tentatively. Please say yes!
“You bet. This has been a fantasy of mine since way back. I just need to relax.”
“Oh, I think I can help you with that, Sir,” she said and she got to her knees and unzipped his pants. His hand went to the back of her head as her lips circled his cock. The ice clinked against his glass as she sucked him into her mouth and he pushed his groin towards her.
“Fuck, Jenna,” he gasped as he shot into her mouth in spasms and grasped her head tightly.
Adam was thirty minutes late but the Mayor had spent the time eating her pussy, so Jenna didn’t care. She answered the door dressed in a silk camisole and no panties. Adam looked as if he had just won the lottery as she took hold of his hand and led him into the living room, his eyes on her bare ass. She sat on the sofa with him, her hand on his thigh looking uncomfortably at the Mayor who was sitting opposite.
“Good of you to come Adam,” he said. Jesus, was he going to conduct this whole thing like a business meeting?
“No problem,” Adam smirked, clearly seeing the funny side.
“Some ground rules,” he continued in his most authoritative voice. “I call the shots. I’ll tell you both what to do and if I want you to stop I’ll tell you.”
Jenna swallowed hard. She wasn’t too happy about that but would have to go along with it or he might call the whole thing off. She ran her hand along Adam’s thigh to show him the Mayor didn’t have all the control. She’d just make the Mayor so God damned excited he wouldn’t be able to think, let alone give orders.
Adam was just blankly looking at the Mayor. Obviously all blood had already rushed from his brain to his cock. He was going to do anything they wanted!
“Now you can kiss,” the Mayor said.
Jenna leapt on Adam’s lush mouth with no preamble. He tasted of forbidden cigarettes, and she squirmed against him. Her hand strayed to the considerable bulge in his pants just to see if the Mayor would say anything. He didn’t, so she rubbed the thick rod through the denim and groaned into Adam’s mouth. This prompted Adam to grasp a tit and pinch on a nipple. The Mayor was still silent. Jenna gave him a sideways look. He was lounged in the chair, JD in hand watching them intently. Thank the lord he was just going to sit back and enjoy.
She slung her leg over Adam’s so she could rub her bare pussy against his jeans, as she continued to explore his mouth with her tongue. He was a good kisser. He knew how to vary the pressure and run his tongue over her lips. He was making her tremble.
His hands went down to her ass and grabbed her cheeks, pulling them apart and pushing her against his leg. The Mayor groaned. He clearly liked that, so she wiggled her ass more and Adam’s finger dutifully trailed along her crack. She glanced at the Mayor and he was tugging off his tie.
“Touch her pussy,” he rasped.
Adam’s finger sunk into Jenna’s wet lips and ran up and down the folds, trailing over her clitoris.
“Do you like that Jenna?” The Mayor asked.
“Oh God yes!” she cried, pulling her lips away from Adam’s and throwing back her head, as he sunk two long fingers inside her.
“Turn round so I can see him getting you off.”
So she turned and spread her legs and the Mayor got an uninterrupted view of Adam’s fingers thrusting inside her. He would be able to see just how wet she was, she realised and she spread her legs further and unbuttoned Adam’s flies to get at his huge erection. Adam was looking down at her pussy as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever seen. His head was dipping closer.
Suddenly he turned and said to the Mayor, “Can I lick her?”
The Mayor nodded.
Adam’s hot tongue made contact and looking straight at the Mayor, Jenna came hard, her whole body undulating with the unexpected release.
“In the bedroom,” the Mayor said when she’d recovered.
He waited until they had both thrown themselves on the bed to continue kissing, and then he removed all his clothes and sat in the wicker chair in the corner, straining erection bobbing against his belly, another glass of JD in hand.
As they kissed, Adam’s hands were everywhere. Running up her back, over her ass, down her thighs and back up to cup her breasts. She was desperate to see him naked. The Mayor had gone quiet, so she reckoned it was her turn to call the shots. She pulled off Adam’s T-shirt and ran her hands over his lean sinewy body. He had the tribal tattoo she had already seen round his bicep, but also a maple leaf on his shoulder. Was he Canadian? He also had some undecipherable foreign words tattooed on his lower belly and she ran her fingertips along them making him thrust his groin at her, so she tugged down his jeans and underpants. His cock sprang out at her, tip glistening. She’d love to suck it. She looked at the Mayor.
“Go ahead,” he said, reading her mind.
Adam knelt on the bed holding her hair away from her face and watching her lick the smooth head of his cock. The fact that the Mayor was watching too made Jenna squirm. She stuck her ass in the air so he could see as she firmly licked Adam’s shaft and down to his balls. Adam was groaning now and she glanced sideways to see the Mayor’s hand stroking his own cock, mimicking the stroking of her tongue. This was just about the horniest thing she had ever done. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs. She had had threesomes before. Jake and Ryan had fucked her together for most of the summer, but this was different. She had an intimate knowledge of the Mayor, how he thought and what he liked, and pleasing him like this was a real turn on. Not to mention the fact that Adam tasted delicious.
The Mayor wasn’t going to let him come yet though.
“That’s enough,” he ordered. “Now fuck her from behind.”
Jenna eagerly got down on all fours, ass stuck in the air. Adam rubbed his cock up and down her wet crack.
“Give it to her hard,” the Mayor rasped. “She likes it rough.”
And with his words, Adam pulled her ass cheeks apart and slammed his cock into her in one swift move, pushing her forwards and making her cry out. He was strong for such a lean guy. She watched the Mayor stroke his own cock faster as Adam pulled out of her and slammed into her again.
Adam was allowed a few more deep thrusts and then the Mayor said, “Lie on your back so she can ride you.”
Jenna straddled Adam and sank down onto his hungry cock, moaning with pleasure. She knew the Mayor had a priceless view of Adam’s thick shaft sliding in and out of her. And when he grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart she knew the Mayor would be even more excited by the view of her asshole he must be getting. She imagined what it would feel like if the Mayor got up and pushed his big cock into her, right in that little hole. She deliberately didn’t look at him though. She wanted to wait until he came.
The moans of three people filled the room as Jenna rode Adam’s cock so hard their bodies slapped together. She placed her palms on his chest and pounded his thick rod until her encroaching orgasm made her eyes roll back in her head but she managed to look back at the Mayor who was fisting his cock so fast it was a blur. He came first, his spunk shooting over his belly. Jenna came second, gripping Adam’s cock. Adam came last, pulsating inside her.
When they had got rid of Adam, as politely as possible, Jenna and the Mayor lay in each other’s arms, equally exhausted.
Jenna thought of the sex that was to come, once the Mayor had recovered. She knew he was going to spend the next week proving to her that he was better than Adam. She was a lucky girl.



-14-

Forbidden Pleasures


It seemed that the Mayor had decided he was Jenna’s boyfriend. Tonight, he had even taken her out on a date. It was only for a beer or two at the local bar, but it was in public, in front of people, which was a development. He even openly touched her a couple of times.
Even though she was out with one of the sexiest guys in town. Hell, THE sexiest guy in town, Jenna couldn’t help scanning the bar occasionally to see what other talent was around. The answer was not a lot. It was slim pickings tonight and let’s face it; she had already fucked all the hot guys in town. Except Jack, and there were good reasons for that.
Then someone walked in whom she had never seen before. He was tall, with dark sun kissed hair curling below his jaw line. He had the unshaven face of someone who lived far too many late nights, and was dressed in leather and denim. Jenna’s naughty pussy leapt to attention. This man was pure sex and exactly her type. She had almost forgotten she had one.
The guy walked straight over to their table and said cheerfully, “Hey Mac, how have you been?”
The Mayor had gone pale.
“Wolfe,” he said in a quiet voice. “What are you doing here?”
“Just thought I’d catch up with my good friend,” he grinned and fixing Jenna with his steamy gaze, he held out his hand. “Brandon Wolfe, it’s a pleasure.” Above the debauched stubble he had blue eyes and ridiculously long black eyelashes.
“Don’t even think about it,” the Mayor snarled through gritted teeth.
“What? Can’t a guy introduce himself to a pretty woman?” his lips curled upwards again. They were plump and soft looking. “Still uptight, I see. No one smoothing out those hard edges?” and he turned his ridiculously sexy blue gaze back on the Mayor.
This was getting interesting.
The Mayor shifted in his seat, and then stood up. “It’s time we left. Jenna, could you pay the bill while I have a word with Mr. Wolfe outside?”
Wolfe casually sauntered through the bar and the Mayor followed him looking like he wanted a fight. Jenna hurriedly paid the bill and went outside.
In a dark corner of the parking lot, Wolfe had the Mayor backed up against his car. She could see an angry grimace on the Mayor’s face but when she looked down, Wolfe had his hand on the Mayor’s crotch and he was stroking a considerable hard-on. Jesus, this was getting really interesting. The Mayor closed his eyes and groaned. She was very familiar with that sound, but she was usually the one provoking it.
Wolfe turned to see her and grinned cockily. “Just smoothing out a few edges.”
Jenna didn’t know what to do or say. Was she jealous? She wasn’t sure. Was she turned on? Most definitely.
Wolfe took his hand away from the Mayor’s crotch and ran it up his body to cup his face then kissed him hard. The Mayor pulled his face away and violently pushed Wolfe away from him.
“Not in front of Jenna,” he gasped.
So this wasn’t just a one-off?
“I think Jenna is quite enjoying the show,” Wolfe said, smiling at her. “Why don’t we just move it somewhere more private?”
The Mayor seemed to hesitate, but then he yanked the car door open and said, “Come on Jenna. You and I are going home,” and he turned to Wolfe, and growled, “alone.”
“Are you sure you want to leave me here?” Wolfe asked innocently, “That bar’s full of alcohol and interesting townsfolk. I’m sure they’d like to hear a few things about their wonderful Mayor.”
“Fuck,” the Mayor spat, and added in a resigned tone, “Get in.”

The journey home was silent and tense. Jenna looked at the Mayor’s furious profile. This was putting an entirely different slant on their encounter with Adam. Maybe the Mayor wasn’t as averse to hairy guys as he had professed? She was really surprised. He was the most heterosexual guy she had ever met, or at least she had thought he was.
“I’m dropping you off at yours,” the Mayor said to her.
“No you’re not,” Wolfe said from the back. “She’s coming home with us. I want to get to know her better.”
And amazingly the Mayor didn’t argue. He just gritted his teeth and continued driving back to his, hands tightly clenching the steering wheel.
Whoever this Wolfe guy was, he sure had some power.

Once at the house, the Mayor poured himself a large glass of whisky and didn’t bother offering any to anyone else. Wolfe stalked round the vast open plan living room, taking in the designer furniture and big abstract paintings.
“Nice,” he whistled. “You always had taste,” and smiling at Jenna he added, “You always had excellent taste in women too.”
“How do you two know each other?” Jenna asked in a desperate attempt to make small talk.
“The bastard’s blackmailing me,” the Mayor stated simply. “Has been for years.”
Wolfe laughed. “You haven’t changed, Mac. You always were a straight talker.” And he slung his lithe body down onto the sofa next to Jenna and swung an arm round her shoulders.
“What will it take to get rid of you this time?” the Mayor asked.
“A night in the sack,” he answered. “The lovely Jenna can join in if she wants,” he said into her ear and licked her neck. It made her shiver. In a good way. He smelt of foreign cigarettes and surprisingly, rosemary.
“You fuck!” the Mayor growled.
“Don’t tell me you’re not getting hard at the thought if it,” Wolfe grinned, his hand moving to Jenna’s breast and rubbing her nipple.
Jenna was certainly getting wet at the thought of it but she was concerned about how the Mayor felt. He was looking pretty damned angry.
Wolfe got up and walked towards him. One very brave man. His hand stroked the Mayor’s crotch as the Mayor stood rigidly, clutching his glass of scotch. Jenna could see that he was indeed getting hard.
“Help me out, Jenna,” Wolfe murmured as he cupped the Mayor’s excited bulge.
Jenna got up and joined them. Covering the Mayor’s back with her warm body, she whispered into his ear, “It’s OK. There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s me. You feel safe with me.”
She could feel him relax slightly as she kissed the back of his neck. She heard the sound of flies unzipping and she ran her hands over his chest as Wolfe got to his knees. The Mayor’s glass dropped to the rug with a thud as Wolfe tugged down the Mayor’s pants and taking his cock in his hand sucked it into his mouth. The Mayor gasped, and his abs tightened deliciously under Jenna’s hands. She undid the buttons of his shirt and ran her hands over his bare skin as Wolfe continued to suck his cock in and out of his mouth, his wavy hair falling round his face. God, he looked beautiful.
The Mayor began to moan as Wolfe added his hand to the delicious friction, and grabbing the back of Wolfe’s head he thrust into his mouth, once, twice and then came hard, his ass clenching against Jenna’s belly. 
Wolfe wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stood up and kissed the Mayor slowly, pushing his tongue into his mouth.
“You fuck,” the Mayor said against Wolfe’s lips.
Wolfe just laughed and said, “Shall we all go to bed?”

Threesomes were Jenna’s forte but she had never had one like this before. For a start she was with two of the sexiest, most experienced guys she had ever met. Secondly, the two guys were getting it on with each other as well as her. Thirdly, the Mayor continued to be furious which added a certain frisson to the whole proceedings. His grappling with Wolfe was hard and combative and as hot as hell to watch.
He seemed perfectly happy to fuck Wolfe up the ass but he was refusing to have the same done to him, despite Wolfe and Jenna’s very persuasive fondling. When Wolfe’s tongue circling the Mayor’s asshole didn’t even have the desired effect, he finally gave up.
“I’m as hard as hell,” Wolfe whined. “Want to sort me out, Jenna?”
“Her pussy or her ass?” the Mayor asked, his hand stroking her back protectively.
“Both,” Wolfe said wickedly, and added, “If she wants.”
Jenna had had anal sex a few times but was never sure she actually liked it. The enjoyment came more from experiencing the guy’s pleasure rather than her own.
“Ever tried DP?” Wolfe asked, licking one of her nipples.
“What’s that?”
“Don’t listen to him,” the Mayor snapped.
“Double Penetration,” he said and then sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Jenna moaned and dug her hands into his hair. At this moment, she thought she’d let them do just about anything.
Wolfe pushed her thighs apart and fingered her pussy whilst continuing his delicious assault on her nipples. He maneuvered himself between her thighs and the tip of his rock hard cock nudged her swollen lips.
“Let me in Babe,” he groaned and pushed until her hot walls surrounded him completely. He kissed her hungrily as he thrust into her. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he moaned. “So wet. So tight.”
Then he rolled onto his back and pulling her on top of him, grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. “Mac!” he said. “See anything you like?”
He was a rude bastard, but Jenna couldn’t help getting even wetter, her juices bathing Wolfe’s cock as it stroked into her.
Clearly the Mayor had seen something he liked because she suddenly felt a wet finger ring her asshole and then push into her. The feeling was not unpleasant. In fact, a guy doing that to her could sometimes make her come so hard she would see stars. But this time she managed to hold it off because she suspected there was more to come.
And there was. The head of the Mayor’s cock pushed against her. It felt slippery. He had lubricated it with something.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked softly.
Wolfe’s thrusting beneath her slowed down and his finger touched her clit.
“Just do it,” she hissed.
“Oh yes!” Wolfe cried and Jenna looked down at his beautiful face as the Mayor pushed his cock inside her with a groan.
It was an indescribable feeling. To be totally filled, front and behind and to hear two male moans was the height of forbidden fulfillment. A little painful, yes, but so unexpectedly amazing. They both rocked inside her, Wolfe’s finger rubbing her clit, his cock filling her pussy, the Mayor stretching her further, until she came with a loud wail almost climbing up Wolfe’s body, the Mayor thrusting deep into her ass.



-15-

When the Cat’s Away


Jenna woke with the morning sun bright in her eyes and a hot naked body pressed against her back. For a moment she was confused. This was the Mayor’s bed but it wasn’t his arm slung across her. Then she remembered and smiled.
She felt Wolfe stir against her and asked, “Where’s Joe?” 
“Gone to work,” he mumbled into her hair.
Should she be doing the same? And then she remembered with relief that she had the day off.
“He left us on our own?” Quite frankly, she was surprised he’d do that.
“Yeh,” Wolfe said, his hand suddenly coming to life and edging its way towards her breast.
She let him run his hand over her and graze her nipple with his fingertip before she said, “I don’t feel right doing this without him.”
“Oh go on,” Wolfe said in his smoky morning voice. “Let’s be naughty,” and something very long and stiff pressed against her back.
She sure was tempted. She was only human after all, but she reluctantly peeled herself away from Wolfe’s warm body and went to the bathroom.
When she came back, Wolfe was laying on his back, spread out on the bed, one arm behind his head, one hand lazily stroking his cock and grinning at her. Was it because he was gay that he knew how to do this? He used his body for erotic effect much better than any straight guy.
“Wolfe?” she asked, ignoring the fact he was jerking off. “Which do you like more? Girls or guys?”
“I honestly don’t know,” he said, sitting up. “Sometimes I love some pussy and then other times I can be completely gay. I think it depends on the individual person I’m with.”
She sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’ve always thought that bi guys are basically gay,” she said.
“Sometimes they are. Sometimes I am, but then I meet a girl like you and it all changes,” and he gave her a mouth watering lop sided grin. God, he was a charmer.
“And Joe?” she asked tentatively.
“It’s telling that we call him by different names,” he pointed out, avoiding answering the question, and at that moment saved by the phone ringing.
Jenna reached to the bedside table and picked it up.
“Hey,” said the Mayor’s deep voice, “Are you still in bed?”
“Yes,” Jenna replied.
“Is Wolfe still there?”
“Yes.”
“Be nice to him, Jenna. I don’t want him causing trouble. I’ll get rid of him later,” and he hung up.
Wolfe rolled on his side, his curly head resting on his arm, looking up at her through his long dark lashes. “What did he say?”
“Be nice to you.”
Wolfe grinned. “You know what that means,” he said gruffly, nudging her with his foot. “He’s probably sitting behind his desk right now, jerking off at the thought of us fucking each other.”
It was a nice thought, Jenna had to admit, though she wasn’t sure it was true.
“Come here,” he growled, “and kiss me.”
What harm could it do? Nothing wrong with kissing him a little, even if they were both completely naked and he was sporting a huge hard on.
He didn’t just kiss her, of course. The moment his tongue parted her lips, a firm hand pressed against her backside and pulled her against him, so his cock could grind against her pussy in a very provocative way. Her hands went to his hair and she moaned as his lips caressed hers, and his cock slid against her.
“Jenna, I want to fuck you so badly,” he gasped into her neck, as the head of his cock almost slipped inside her.
She was so so close to letting him sink into her, but placed her palms on his chest and wordlessly shook her head.
“Turn around then,” he said and he spooned her, reaching round to stroke her belly, erection pressing against her back. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as his hand moved downwards. “So hot.”
Jenna knew she should stop him but she was hypnotized with lust. His hands reached her neatly trimmed hair and he trailed his fingers through it, eventually sinking one into her wetness. For a gay guy, he certainly knew his way round a woman’s body. His finger firmly stroked her clit and she arched her back, unintentionally stimulating the straining cock poking into her backside. As two of his fingers sunk into her pussy and stroked her into mindlessness, his lips caressing the nape of her neck, he carefully moved so that his cock was once again pushing against her wet entrance. He added one more finger and thrust them into her pussy so she arched her back enough for him to deftly slide out his fingers and slip his cock inside her. By the time she had realised what he had done he was plunging in and out of her in such a delicious way she didn’t want to stop him. He moaned against her neck as he cupped a breast and continued his relentless rhythm. His fingers returned to stroking her clit and he slid in and out, in and out. Jenna’s moans escalated.
“That’s it Baby, come for me,” he murmured into her ear, sliding in and out, finger slipping over her clit, and then cried, “Oh fuck, you’re going to make me come too!” and with a strangled cry, he shot his cum into her as her orgasm gripped hold of his cock and milked him for all he was worth.
He lay on his back, long hair curling on the pillow, heavy blue eyes gazing at her, still hard cock lying between them as she straddled him.
“You are a very bad man,” Jenna said and kissed him, hard.



-16-

Persuading Jenna


It was midday and Jenna and Wolfe were still lying in the Mayor’s tangled sheets. Jenna was licking her way across Wolfe’s chest and down his stomach, when he gently ran a hand through her hair and looked down at her with his dark lashed blue eyes.
“Run away with me,” he said.
Jenna laughed. “How long have you known me? Less than a day?”
“So?” he said as she returned to her licking, this time down his happy trail.
“But I love Joe,” she said, as she licked lower and felt him tremble, neither of them missing the irony.
“He doesn’t love you,” he gasped, as she blew hot air onto the head of his cock.
“How do you know?” she asked, giving him a firm lick.
He took hold of her hair and turned her head towards him fixing her with a serious look. “He has a hard time loving anyone.”
“I have a life here.” She was so tempted to just suck him into her mouth. That would shut him up.
Now it was Wolfe’s turn to laugh. “Come on! How long have you been here, Jenna? Summer’s over. Fall’s coming. Let’s go to Florida,” he said, gazing at her bare backside bathed in late summer sunshine and stroking a soft cheek.
“I don’t trust you,” she said as his fingers slipped between her legs and her pussy responded, not caring about how trustworthy he was.
His fingers slid into her wet folds. “So? Don’t tell me you didn’t feel a connection the minute you saw me?”
“Don’t give me that crap. Have more respect for me,” Jenna said, knowing that it was actually true. The moment he had walked through the door of the bar, something had hit her in the solar plexus, and it wasn’t just lust. It was a recognition, a repressed memory almost. It was like looking at herself. But she wasn’t going to admit that to him. “You’re a con man! And a blackmailer!”
“I only blackmailed Joe because he was being such a dick to me,” he said, rubbing her folds slowly.
“Oh that’s OK then,” she said sarcastically.
“You know what he’s like, Jenna. So stubborn. Always has to have control. He was screwing me and still saying he was straight. I couldn’t stand it any more.”
“You would get bored with me after a week and go off with some rich guy.”
“Might not. Wouldn’t it be worth finding out? We’d have so much fun, Jenna. You liked watching two guys getting it on didn’t you? We could do that again with some hunk we picked up off the beach. I could fuck him in the ass while you sucked him off. We’d make a great team, “ he said as his fingers continued to slip over her and into her, his hardening cock twitching on his belly. “Or you could fuck me all day. I know you want to.”
“I can already fuck Joe whenever I want. And he’s good,” she managed to say through the moan that caught in her throat.
“Not as good as me, “ he said with confidence, finger dipping into her, and then added, “It’s Joe who will leave you for a man, you know.”
Jenna looked at him aghast. She couldn’t believe how manipulative he was. To work on her biggest fear was just mean.
“He’s been lying to you all this time. You definitely can’t trust him. Not now. All that denial will get to him soon enough, and his gayness will out. He’s a bigger homo than I am!”
Jesus, he was good at this. He pulled her towards him and covered her lips with his, slipping in his tongue. He was good at that too.
“You’re too good looking,” she said weakly, pulling away from him and caressing his curls. “Everyone would be trying to get with you. I couldn’t stand it.”
He grinned. “Is that the best you can come up with?” and with no warning, he pushed a finger into her ass hole, which should have made her mad, but it just made her moan instead.
Gazing at her, he said “Jesus, I’m as hard as nails,” and he wrapped a hand round his ridiculously erect cock, which was thick and purple, pointing directly at her. Had he got that hard just from fingering her? “I want to fuck you again. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny for a woman.”
She straddled him and hovering over him, said in resigned voice, “Come on then. Get it over with.”
And he laughed as he sunk his cock into her, and was laughing and moaning at the same time as he thrust hard and gripped her ass.
Afterwards, he lay in her arms and she kissed his forehead. “Come and stay at mine tonight,” she said, “Don’t leave yet.”
“You do realise, I may have to continue persuading you.”
“That was what I was hoping.”

Jenna and Wolfe managed to keep their hands off each other for about six hours. They napped, and then showered separately. They went shopping. They cooked and they ate. But once they had finished eating, Wolfe started to fix Jenna with his steamy blue gaze and before she knew it they were grappling with each other on the sofa like a pair of teenagers left home alone for the evening. His hand was down her pants, and her hands were up his T-shirt, running over the smooth skin of his back. Their lips were mashed together for what seemed like hours. Their kisses sometimes soft and exploring, at other times hard and desperate. She hadn’t made out like this for years. Why had she ever stopped? Too busy to get to the finishing straight she supposed. Wolfe said it reminded him of being fifteen when he still only did girls. Jenna imagined what he must have been like at fifteen and felt inappropriately turned on.
At some point the phone rang but Wolfe said against Jenna’s lips, “Don’t answer it. It’ll be Joe”
Jenna had actually forgotten about the Mayor. It was like she was in a separate world that contained only her and Wolfe and no ethical complications. She wanted to stay in this world until at least tomorrow so she let the phone ring and ring while she squirmed under Wolfe’s hot body.
They eventually moved it to the bedroom but still took forever to start shedding clothes. Even then Wolfe insisted she keep her panties on and he pulled them to one side to gain access. He obviously wanted to continue the teenage fantasy to the point of almost coming in her hand before he had even achieved penetration. He managed to hold out but only for a few thrusts, and his ecstatic groan could have come from a virgin.
For once, she hadn’t come. All that foreplay had actually taken her past the point of orgasm. No matter what Wolfe tried, nothing happened. She just hovered on a plateau of extreme stimulation and it actually started to become painful. She had the female equivalent of blue balls.
“We need to give it a rest,” Wolfe eventually decided, much to her relief. “We’re going to kill each other,” he laughed and collapsed onto his back, legs and arms spread.
Jenna lay next to him and stared at the ceiling. What was happening? She had never felt like this before, not even with the Mayor the night of that charity function when they’d fucked in about ten different positions. This thing with Wolfe wasn’t like that. Her emotions were already involved, she realised with a jolt of fear. Glancing at Wolfe, whose eyes were closed but a little smile of wonder played on his face. His were too. It was mutual.
How could they have fallen in love in twenty-four hours?
All summer she had thought she was in love with her boss, Jack. From the first moment he had opened the newsroom door to her, she had seen his intelligence and kindness. His scruffiness and total lack of organisation had been so endearing, but also his loyalty to his wife and children. So when she had met the Mayor she had been swept along with lust for his over abundance of testosterone and commanding tone. No one had ever fucked her like the Mayor did with a mixture of singular concentration, determination and complete confidence. She had been impressed with his straight talking but she now realised that underneath that confident, manly exterior he was masterfully hiding a secret. She couldn’t live with someone so deep in denial.
And then there was Wolfe. Beautiful, sexy, totally unreliable Wolfe. So unreliable he couldn’t even decide if he preferred men or women. But he wasn’t in denial. He was open and honest. Well, as honest as a blackmailer could be. She looked at his perfect profile and pondered his contradictions. Honest and dishonest. Open and guarded. Straight and gay. Self reliant and loving. Would she ever be able to work him out?
He turned his head and fixed her with his blue eyes. “So, what are you going to do?” he said as if he could read her mind.
“Let’s not talk about it until the morning,” she said. She wanted this magic time with him, to pretend that everything was simple, to not talk.
As ever, he immediately understood and pulling her into his arms, kissed her passionately and thoroughly. He stripped her out of her virginal panties, and kissed every inch of her naked trembling body. He sucked at her nipples until she was writhing on the bed. He licked her pussy until she was begging him to stop, then he entered her slowly and deliberately, looking down at her solemnly as he slid in and out of her, watching her throw back her head and gasp his name as she came.

In the morning, she woke to find his fingers already caressing her clit, his hot breath against the nape of her neck. “Wolfe,” she said steadily. “I’ll come to Florida with you.”
He was going to break her heart, but she didn’t care.



TO BE CONTINUED?