Blackmailed: Jenna’s Funfair – part 5 – by Jennastory
Part 5 — Jenna takes on two more
Once again, she was hanging on her virtual St. Andrew’s Cross lost in her thoughts. It’s so easy to daydream and contemplate when blindfolded with no visual distractions.
She thought about the last guy. What a loser. The butt plug in her ass was giving her more stimulation than that guy. The dildo in her cunt, on the other hand, was having its effect. She could fell another orgasm growing inside her. But not enough to push her over the edge. She so wanted to cum again.
She couldn’t remember how many orgasms she already had. Nor how long she been the funfair prize. How much more sex could she take? How much longer could she last?
She listened to the wheel spin and the sounds of the hopeful men all wanting to win her. To have her. To fuck her. To sodomize her. To deepthroat her. And she was willing to let them debauch her, in order to raise money for the Conrad Foundation and avoid going to jail.
Was that her only reason?
No, it wasn’t. She was secretly shocked and horrified to realize that she was enjoying this so much. Nude, exposed and helpless, having sex in public with total strangers. What a mind-blowing tune-on. She was euphoric.
She didn’t realize that she was now at a thirty-degree angle from the floor with her head at the height of a man’s waist. It was as though she was the carved figurehead at the prow of an old wooden schooner. She was unaware of her new position because there was no pressure on her arms, legs, and body. Willard’s bands made her feel as though she was floating on a cloud.
She no longer heard Martin and the audience. She focused on the dildos and what they were doing to her. The orgasm was beginning to well insider her. It would be a big one. Her breathing quickened. She saw stars as she climaxed. She opened her mouth to let out a scream and suddenly there was cock part way down her throat. Her nose was in his curly pubic hair.
She hadn’t expecting that. She didn’t know that the latest winner was standing in front of her. His erect member an inch from her mouth.
She controlled the automatic gag reflex with a few quick swallows. She marvelled at the feeling of his penis in her mouth and throat, combined with the bliss of her orgasm. It was rapture. Cascading curtains of coloured lights that collapsed and folded and then vanished before her eyes beneath a blindfold within a cowl.
The continuous vibrations of the two dildos and the cock in her mouth were too much for her. She climaxed again. It was heavenly joy. An orgasm she couldn’t scream out loud because there was a cock deep in her mouth and throat.
The orgasm subsided. She forced herself to slow down her heart rate. She could only breathe through her nose that was pressed against his pelvis.
After two sensational orgasms, she was determined to give this guy the best blowjob ever. She’d do it without the use her hands. Only her lips, mouth, and tongue.
She tilted her head back. She wished that she could look into his eyes, to increase his pleasure.
He somehow got the message and pulled his penis out of her mouth.
She focused on the tip of his circumcised cock. She licked it using the least amount of pressure, like teasing it with a feather. As he moved forward, she slid the tip of her tongue down his shaft until she reached his balls.
His dick was much longer than her husband’s. Maybe two inches longer. And a bit thicker. Other than the grandfather and the one limp guy who fucked her ass, did only well-hung studs show up at this fundraising event?
The dildos continued their never-ending pulsation within her. She re-focused her attention on his balls.
She began with soft, wet kisses. Then she massaged his sack with her tongue. His pubic hairs were thin and soft. His scrotum was firm.
She gently took one ball into her mouth and softly licked and sucked it. Then, she did the same to the other testicle. Finally, she took both of them in her mouth sucking them softly. He moaned with pleasure.
As he moved back, she returned to licking his shaft as though it was an ice-cream cone, slowing getting to the top. She pursed her lips together and gave the tip of his cock small kisses. She opened her mouth slightly. She licked the top of his penis, followed by rapid tongue movements around the bulbous head of his cock. She gently squeezed it with her lips. Then she began to lightly suck the top of cock.
He moaned louder.
The dildos vibrated within her. Was she going to cum too?
She opened her mouth wider and wrapped her lips around the shaft of his penis. It was a though they were in a Vulcan mind-meld, each knowing what the other wanted.
He moved forward. She took the first few inches of him into her mouth sucking gently. She took a few more inches into her mouth, letting his cock rub against the inside of her cheek. Then a few more inches, slowly.
She opened wider and the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She took in more. It touched her tonsils and she gaged slightly. He wasn’t fully in, so she opened her throat wider, and he slid further into her.
Once he was all the way in, she began to bob her head up and down, taking his cock in and out of her mouth. She alternated the speed and the amount of pressure she applied to his dick with her lips. Sometimes she bobbed slowly. Then quickly. Sometimes, she let it slide easily in and out of her mouth. Other times she applied pressure with her lips all along its shaft. Variety was the essence to a good blowjob.
She felt his pre-cum and wondered how many loads she could suck out of him. His first load went straight down her throat. Quickly followed by his second load of sperm.
She stopped bobbing. Instead, she squeezed her lips on his shaft. Another load shot down her throat. He was panting. Was there more?
She squeezed harder. Nothing. If only she could use her hands.
She continued to squeeze with her lips.
A fourth, smaller rope of sperm fell onto her tongue. She savoured its salty taste before she swallowed it with satisfaction.
“You’re fantastic,” he said. “I’ve never had a blowjob like that before. Wow.”
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Jenna heard him walk across the stage. Solid footsteps. Was he a large man?
Willard adjusted her so that she floated on her back parallel to the stage floor. A dreamlike position. It reminded her of the evening her husband tied her spread-eagled on their bed. Would this man ravage her the same way her husband had?
She could sense him standing between her outstretched legs.
Suddenly, there were cries of astonishment from the audience. What had happened?
Then she received the surprise of her life. A penis lay quivering on her stomach. Except that it stretched all the way to her navel. Flesh on flesh, it twitched like a python on her abdomen as though trying to bury itself into her very short red pubic hair.
“The first man that fucked you,” he said “had a dick that was almost a foot long. The guy you screwed in the chair. His was almost two inches thick. Mine’s longer and thicker than both those guys. I’m telling you this because I don’t want to hurt you.”