Jenny's New Year
This is the last chapter of Jenny's story for now. I would greatly appreciate and comments, suggestions, or criticisms. As I said before, the events are pure fiction even though each character is based on a real person. My e-mail for comments or longer discussions is sme6068@yahoo.com. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I did reading, and re-reading, it. This is not copyrighted or anything like that so feel free to copy, post elsewhere, or use however you want. Sandra
Jenny’s New Year
The world was spinning. Jenny could not focus. She wanted to stop the merry-go-round. The sun was coming in her window so it was after noon. She tried to sit up but the world kept spinning. She finally managed to stagger to the bathroom and grab her bottles of pain killers. She saw herself in the mirror but at first could not recognize her image. Her hair was greasy and matted. There was dried stuff on her face and elsewhere. The attackers had hosed her off and flushed out her vagina and colon with a cleaning solution to destroy any DNA should she go to the cops, but still there was oil and grease covering her. And the smell. The stench of oil, grease, stale urine and sweat was almost over powering.
Very slowly the world stopped spinning and she dragged herself into the shower. She had a little stool in there and sat with the water cascading over her. She scrubbed and scrubbed and shampooed her hair multiple times. She let the shower head flow over her pussy and anus, soaping each again and again. Finally, she dried herself, grabbed a robe and made it to the kitchen to make coffee, strong coffee.
Jenny was still unstable. In the bathroom she sat on the stool by the sink. She dried her hair. Then she felt a tug on her nipple. She looked down and saw two small gold rings piercing her nipples. Startled she tried to take them out, but they seemed to be solid. What the fuck she thought. Her nipples were swollen and sensitive, as was her pussy and clitoris. Her anus burned. She got her coffee and began applying lotions and ointments as before.
As she stood up, she noticed pictures stuck to the top of the bathroom mirror. They were about 4 by 6 and each showed a girl, obviously her, being fucked by a black guy. She took them down and examined them. Two showed her face really well, head back mouth open, eyes closed as if in the throes of an orgasm. Another showed her on her face, bottom propped on pillows with the black guy screwing her. Two others showed the aftermath, with dried cum around her mouth on one and seeping out of pussy on another. It looked like her bed, but she could not be sure and she had no memory of it. The pictures were low resolution like stills taken from a video. Looking up to where they had been she saw a message in red lipstick. “Police=Public,” with arrows pointing to where the pictures had been.
She drank her coffee, but still ached all over. The smell of oil, grease stale urine and sweat permeated her bed. She took everything off and threw it in the washer with the few clothes in the hamper on hot temperature.
After two cups of coffee the world had stopped spinning, but she was very thirsty. The sun was going down before the spinning stopped. When the dryer was going, she laid down and fell sound asleep on the bare bed.
Slowly she awakened. She was still sore, and was not sure what had happened. Slowly, memories flooded back. Her pussy responded as she remembered, and her hand automatically went to her clitoris. It was now Tuesday morning according to her clock and the sun was up. She felt she had to talk to someone. She called Chloe, the girl from the show.
It turned out Chloe was in a battered women’s shelter. Her so called “boyfriend” had finally gone too far and put her in the emergency room. Jenny tried to describe why she needed her. “I will be there in 15 minutes, hold on.” And indeed, she was.
At the front door Chloe gave her a huge hug. “You poor thing, what happened to you?” In the kitchen over coffee Jenny repeated everything she could remember and the aftermath. Then she asked “What should I do? Should I call the police? Should I go to the hospital?’ Then Chloe asked “Darling, the first question is as you remember the events, all the nasty things done to you, does it excite you or disgust you in hindsight.”
That hit Jenny like a ton of bricks. She lowered her eyes and thought, then in a quiet voice “It excites me, it turns me on, I started masturbating just thinking about it. And now even the smell of motor oil, grease and stale urine remind me. And these piercings, they make my nipples so sensitive. But I think I like it.” Chloe gave her another big hug and kiss and exclaimed “Sister!”
After much sharing of experiences, she found out Chloe was Maria Teresa Gonzales, with i*****l Hispanic mother who had been ********** at 14, smuggled into the country and sold to a black man who pimped her out when he wasn’t screwing her. When she got pregnant, he kicked her out at 15 and she ran to the Catholic shelter. The church sheltered her and she did housekeeping and other domestic duties for the priest and the sisters of the attached convent. “I was the only baby born and raised in the convent,” she laughed. Eventually the church helped her get a Green Card and eventually citizenship. Chloe did not even know the real name of her father. When she dropped out of school her mother disowned her as she worked to streets, lied about her age, and did adult clubs. Eventually, after abusive pimps or “boyfriends” she realized she liked the physical abuse. “You are a submissive masochist like me!” Penny exclaimed. “Big words,” Chloe responded. They determined both of them were leaving to visit family on Friday, Chloe for several weeks to try and make up with her mother, new step-father and his family. Jenny was going to her parents for the weekend at least. Chloe would stay with her until then. Jenny suddenly had a thought. “I have been wanting to move out of this first-floor apartment to a two bedroom on the second or third floor, I don’t feel safe here, but I could use a roommate. How would you like to move in with me?”
They met with the office that afternoon. There was a vacant unit of the second floor, but it needed some renovations. They signed a lease, in Jenny’s name, to start on January 14 when Chloe would be back. That night they slept together for the first time. Jenny had not been with many women, but Chloe was an expert with mouth and hands. Jenny returned the favor and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Wednesday Chloe had a show at the local stripper club, working the early shift from 8 to 11. Jenny took her and watched from the back. Many men approached her, a couple of whom she might really have liked go out with, but she explained she already had a partner. They probably assumed it was one of the guys sticking bills in the stripper’s thong. A couple of them bought her drinks, and one felt her up pretty good, but she did now mind. At the end of the night, she took Chloe home and they showered together with lots of soap, kissing and fondling. Again, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
On Thursday Chloe had a “date”, with a John. Jenny waited up until she got home after 1. She had $500 but she was not happy. “He had a friend”, Chloe complained. As they showered Jenny noticed some bruises rising on Chloe’s breasts, and her pussy and anus were soar. “My poor dear,” Jenny exclaimed as she helped her friend with lotions and salves.
On Friday, Chloe left to visit her mother and Jenny went to her parents. It was just the same. On Saturday they had a Christmas Eve party with some friends. One couple brought their son who Jenny barely remembered from high school. He had been boring and arrogant then and he still was. He lived with his parents on their farm and was a car salesman for Ford. “And someday,” he bragged, “I will take over the farm.” Jenny envisioned herself barefoot and pregnant, hauling around a toddler collecting the eggs.
Afterwards her mother extoled what a good buy he was. “You are not getting any younger, and you can’t be so picky”, she warned. “You could end up an old maid. He would make a great husband,” her mother exclaimed. “Unless you prefer girls,” her father added. Monday, she drove back to the city.
She used the last few days of the year planning for the next semester, sorting and packing stuff. Chloe had brought her meager belongs over before she left. On Friday Marsha came by and took her to get her hair done. This was only the second time she had been to a beauty parlor since college. They talked about her upcoming move and Marsha offered to get some young men to help.
That night Jenny took an Uber so she would not have to drive. While dressing, she realized that the red silk blouse did not go well with most of her bras, and the bra irritated and caught on her implants. She decided to ditch it. In the mirror she really liked the way the silk caressed her breasts, showing lots of cleavage and a hint of her nipples even when not hard. She also decided to go with dark pantyhose under her black skirt, and black high heels. There was a college football playoff game that night and the local university was in it, so the crowd was younger, with a lot of local fans. As the game progressed more and more guests migrated to the two large rooms with big screen TVs, but Jenny was not that big a fan so she was hanging out near the dining room area with the snacks and booze. That is where she first met Jack.
Jack had gone to an Ivy League college and law school, so was not a fan of local teams. He gave her is card reading “T.A.(Jack) Jackson, Attorney at Law”. He was now a junior member of a law firm established by his grandfather. “What does the T.A. stand for?” Jenny asked. “Theodore Andrew Jackson,” he replied with a laugh. “That is why I go by T.A. or Jack.” They continued to talk, or rather Jack interrogated her, asking question after question about her background, college, work, and beginning to hint at sexual experience. It struck Jenny that as a friend of David and Marsha he may well be familiar with the scene.
It was nearing midnight so they poured champagne. As the hour approached Jack grabbed Jenny and gave her a long, passionate kiss as the hour chimed. Suddenly there was screaming coming from both other rooms. At first Jenny thought it was in her head, but as Jack continued to force his tongue deep in her mouth the cries continued, “HE MISSED, HE MISSED, WIDE LEFT, WIDE LEFT!” “DAWGS WIN, DAWGS WIN!”.
Jenny was gasping a little from the long kiss, Jack’s hand squeezing her rump, as people poured out to the bar celebrating. “Guess they won,” Jack whispered in her ear, and he led her out into the kitchen where ts was quieter. As chaos continued, screaming about the on-field celebration, they finished their champagne and Jack quickly poured Jenny another. They continued to talk, and Jack continued to ply her with drinks, until people started to leave well after one. Now his hands were discreetly all over her, especially her breasts. He discovered her piercing and seemed to be a little surprised.
By now Jenny was pretty drunk. “I am calling for a ride. I will take you home,” Jack announced. As they said thank you to David and Marsha, they inquired is they had a way home, and Jack assured them they did. “Take good care of her, Jack,” David said. “Oh, I will,” Jack responded and both David and Marsha smiled.
Jack supported her out to the driveway. “This is our ride,” he announced. Jack talked to the driver in rapid, fluent Spanish. Jenny knew a little Spanish, but in her current state she had no idea what they were saying. They were hardly out of the driveway before Jack had her blouse open and was playing wither her breasts, and especially her pierced nipples, and kissing her deeply. They drove for a while and then came to a stop, not at her place or in the city. She was afraid for a minute, but then Jack’s hand began to slip under her panty hose to her clit, and she forgot about that.
“Look how wet you are, slut. Your cunt is practically overflowing.” The nastier he talked the hotter Jenny got. “You are going to cum for me, but not until I tell you. Do you understand? You must always have permission to cum,” and to accentuate his command he slapped her hard twice. “Y-yes Jack,” she stammered and he slapped her again. “It is Master Jack now, cunt, and don’t you forget it!” Smack Smack. She was reeling a little now as he had three fingers deep inside her, and her pantyhose was pushing him even harder into her.
Jack leaned close and said “I saw the tape of your performance, so I know what a hungry slut you are!” Jenny’s mind was now spinning. Not only were her pussy and tits on fire, but now. She never dreamed there was a recording of her at the club. She blushed even harder thinking of the minister, the politicians, and even the judge watching it.
Jack was kissing her hard, twisting her nipple with the ring, and slamming his hand into her pussy. “Remember cunt, you need permission to come.” “Please, Jack, may I come?” She pleaded. SMACK he slapped her again. “Who the fuck am I bitch?” Smack. Tears were now flowing down Jenny’s cheeks. “Please, please Master, may I come?” Smack. “You are not any ”I” bitch, you are a slave, a cunt, a slut, a sorry bitch, but no I anymore!” Smack.
Jenny tried again. “Please Master, please, may your slave cum?” “That is better”, Jack replied. “Not yet cunt.” It continued with Jack bringing her up and then down a hair, edging her until she was mindless and could think of nothing but her pussy and tits. Finally, after about 15 minutes Jack said “Alright cunt, come for me NOW, cum slut Jenny!” and she did with a mind blowing, toe curling, mouth open, no sound coming out, orgasm. She shook and shook as wave after wave passed over her. Finally, she collapsed in Jack’s arms.
Jack let her relax a minute or two. Then he pulled her head down to his hard cock. “Let’s see how good a cock sucker you are, slave Jenny.” With Jack pulling her hair to direct her, she began automatically to lick and suck his cock. Jack spoke to the driver and they started off with Jack’s cock deep down Jenny’s throat.
Jack moved Jenny’s head as he wished, gagging her then letting up, fast then slow, all the while verbally degrading her. Finally, as they reached the edge of the city he ordered “Alright, slut, here it comes, and you had better not spill a drop on my pants or I will have to punish your!” He slammed his cock into Jenny’s mouth fast and furiously as he pulled her head up and down by her hair. Then it came. Thick streams of cum shooting into her mouth and throat. Jenny almost gagged but managed to swallow most of it. He pulled her up to see the last. “Good girl. Now swallow the last and clean me up.”
Jenny swallowed then began sucking the last bits from his cock and licking him clean. Finally, Jack zipped up his pants and pulled Jenny up to him. He gently stroked her hair and kissed her, while very gently massaging her breast. “Very good, Jenny. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did,” he commented while continuing to gently pet her hair and rub her back and shoulder.
Jenny was confused as she cuddled into Jack’s shoulder. “Oh yes, Master, I, I mean your slave did.” “That is alright, you can just call me Jack unless we are playing.” He smiled petting and nuzzling the confused, and very drunk, girl.
About then they pulled up in front of Jenny’s apartment. Jack helped her pull herself together and helped her to her apartment. Her knees were weak from the booze and the passion. Jack helped her unlock the door and inside he held and kissed her gently. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Jenny. I am so happy to meet you after watching the tape of your performance.” He kissed her again adding “I will pick you up next Saturday at two. We will be going to the gym for a couple of hours so dress accordingly. After all, I want to make sure you stay fit and trim.” He kissed her again and was gone.
Jenny stood there a moment trying to absorb everything that had just happened. Finally, she struggled to get to the bathroom. Her panties, hose, and skirt were soaked. She stripped everything off and sat on the toilet for quite a while. Shakily, she made it to bed and as she fell fast asleep, she thought; “It really is a new year, a new apartment a new “sister”, a new boyfriend/Master, a new lifestyle, and a new Jenny.”
Jenny’s New Year
The world was spinning. Jenny could not focus. She wanted to stop the merry-go-round. The sun was coming in her window so it was after noon. She tried to sit up but the world kept spinning. She finally managed to stagger to the bathroom and grab her bottles of pain killers. She saw herself in the mirror but at first could not recognize her image. Her hair was greasy and matted. There was dried stuff on her face and elsewhere. The attackers had hosed her off and flushed out her vagina and colon with a cleaning solution to destroy any DNA should she go to the cops, but still there was oil and grease covering her. And the smell. The stench of oil, grease, stale urine and sweat was almost over powering.
Very slowly the world stopped spinning and she dragged herself into the shower. She had a little stool in there and sat with the water cascading over her. She scrubbed and scrubbed and shampooed her hair multiple times. She let the shower head flow over her pussy and anus, soaping each again and again. Finally, she dried herself, grabbed a robe and made it to the kitchen to make coffee, strong coffee.
Jenny was still unstable. In the bathroom she sat on the stool by the sink. She dried her hair. Then she felt a tug on her nipple. She looked down and saw two small gold rings piercing her nipples. Startled she tried to take them out, but they seemed to be solid. What the fuck she thought. Her nipples were swollen and sensitive, as was her pussy and clitoris. Her anus burned. She got her coffee and began applying lotions and ointments as before.
As she stood up, she noticed pictures stuck to the top of the bathroom mirror. They were about 4 by 6 and each showed a girl, obviously her, being fucked by a black guy. She took them down and examined them. Two showed her face really well, head back mouth open, eyes closed as if in the throes of an orgasm. Another showed her on her face, bottom propped on pillows with the black guy screwing her. Two others showed the aftermath, with dried cum around her mouth on one and seeping out of pussy on another. It looked like her bed, but she could not be sure and she had no memory of it. The pictures were low resolution like stills taken from a video. Looking up to where they had been she saw a message in red lipstick. “Police=Public,” with arrows pointing to where the pictures had been.
She drank her coffee, but still ached all over. The smell of oil, grease stale urine and sweat permeated her bed. She took everything off and threw it in the washer with the few clothes in the hamper on hot temperature.
After two cups of coffee the world had stopped spinning, but she was very thirsty. The sun was going down before the spinning stopped. When the dryer was going, she laid down and fell sound asleep on the bare bed.
Slowly she awakened. She was still sore, and was not sure what had happened. Slowly, memories flooded back. Her pussy responded as she remembered, and her hand automatically went to her clitoris. It was now Tuesday morning according to her clock and the sun was up. She felt she had to talk to someone. She called Chloe, the girl from the show.
It turned out Chloe was in a battered women’s shelter. Her so called “boyfriend” had finally gone too far and put her in the emergency room. Jenny tried to describe why she needed her. “I will be there in 15 minutes, hold on.” And indeed, she was.
At the front door Chloe gave her a huge hug. “You poor thing, what happened to you?” In the kitchen over coffee Jenny repeated everything she could remember and the aftermath. Then she asked “What should I do? Should I call the police? Should I go to the hospital?’ Then Chloe asked “Darling, the first question is as you remember the events, all the nasty things done to you, does it excite you or disgust you in hindsight.”
That hit Jenny like a ton of bricks. She lowered her eyes and thought, then in a quiet voice “It excites me, it turns me on, I started masturbating just thinking about it. And now even the smell of motor oil, grease and stale urine remind me. And these piercings, they make my nipples so sensitive. But I think I like it.” Chloe gave her another big hug and kiss and exclaimed “Sister!”
After much sharing of experiences, she found out Chloe was Maria Teresa Gonzales, with i*****l Hispanic mother who had been ********** at 14, smuggled into the country and sold to a black man who pimped her out when he wasn’t screwing her. When she got pregnant, he kicked her out at 15 and she ran to the Catholic shelter. The church sheltered her and she did housekeeping and other domestic duties for the priest and the sisters of the attached convent. “I was the only baby born and raised in the convent,” she laughed. Eventually the church helped her get a Green Card and eventually citizenship. Chloe did not even know the real name of her father. When she dropped out of school her mother disowned her as she worked to streets, lied about her age, and did adult clubs. Eventually, after abusive pimps or “boyfriends” she realized she liked the physical abuse. “You are a submissive masochist like me!” Penny exclaimed. “Big words,” Chloe responded. They determined both of them were leaving to visit family on Friday, Chloe for several weeks to try and make up with her mother, new step-father and his family. Jenny was going to her parents for the weekend at least. Chloe would stay with her until then. Jenny suddenly had a thought. “I have been wanting to move out of this first-floor apartment to a two bedroom on the second or third floor, I don’t feel safe here, but I could use a roommate. How would you like to move in with me?”
They met with the office that afternoon. There was a vacant unit of the second floor, but it needed some renovations. They signed a lease, in Jenny’s name, to start on January 14 when Chloe would be back. That night they slept together for the first time. Jenny had not been with many women, but Chloe was an expert with mouth and hands. Jenny returned the favor and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Wednesday Chloe had a show at the local stripper club, working the early shift from 8 to 11. Jenny took her and watched from the back. Many men approached her, a couple of whom she might really have liked go out with, but she explained she already had a partner. They probably assumed it was one of the guys sticking bills in the stripper’s thong. A couple of them bought her drinks, and one felt her up pretty good, but she did now mind. At the end of the night, she took Chloe home and they showered together with lots of soap, kissing and fondling. Again, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
On Thursday Chloe had a “date”, with a John. Jenny waited up until she got home after 1. She had $500 but she was not happy. “He had a friend”, Chloe complained. As they showered Jenny noticed some bruises rising on Chloe’s breasts, and her pussy and anus were soar. “My poor dear,” Jenny exclaimed as she helped her friend with lotions and salves.
On Friday, Chloe left to visit her mother and Jenny went to her parents. It was just the same. On Saturday they had a Christmas Eve party with some friends. One couple brought their son who Jenny barely remembered from high school. He had been boring and arrogant then and he still was. He lived with his parents on their farm and was a car salesman for Ford. “And someday,” he bragged, “I will take over the farm.” Jenny envisioned herself barefoot and pregnant, hauling around a toddler collecting the eggs.
Afterwards her mother extoled what a good buy he was. “You are not getting any younger, and you can’t be so picky”, she warned. “You could end up an old maid. He would make a great husband,” her mother exclaimed. “Unless you prefer girls,” her father added. Monday, she drove back to the city.
She used the last few days of the year planning for the next semester, sorting and packing stuff. Chloe had brought her meager belongs over before she left. On Friday Marsha came by and took her to get her hair done. This was only the second time she had been to a beauty parlor since college. They talked about her upcoming move and Marsha offered to get some young men to help.
That night Jenny took an Uber so she would not have to drive. While dressing, she realized that the red silk blouse did not go well with most of her bras, and the bra irritated and caught on her implants. She decided to ditch it. In the mirror she really liked the way the silk caressed her breasts, showing lots of cleavage and a hint of her nipples even when not hard. She also decided to go with dark pantyhose under her black skirt, and black high heels. There was a college football playoff game that night and the local university was in it, so the crowd was younger, with a lot of local fans. As the game progressed more and more guests migrated to the two large rooms with big screen TVs, but Jenny was not that big a fan so she was hanging out near the dining room area with the snacks and booze. That is where she first met Jack.
Jack had gone to an Ivy League college and law school, so was not a fan of local teams. He gave her is card reading “T.A.(Jack) Jackson, Attorney at Law”. He was now a junior member of a law firm established by his grandfather. “What does the T.A. stand for?” Jenny asked. “Theodore Andrew Jackson,” he replied with a laugh. “That is why I go by T.A. or Jack.” They continued to talk, or rather Jack interrogated her, asking question after question about her background, college, work, and beginning to hint at sexual experience. It struck Jenny that as a friend of David and Marsha he may well be familiar with the scene.
It was nearing midnight so they poured champagne. As the hour approached Jack grabbed Jenny and gave her a long, passionate kiss as the hour chimed. Suddenly there was screaming coming from both other rooms. At first Jenny thought it was in her head, but as Jack continued to force his tongue deep in her mouth the cries continued, “HE MISSED, HE MISSED, WIDE LEFT, WIDE LEFT!” “DAWGS WIN, DAWGS WIN!”.
Jenny was gasping a little from the long kiss, Jack’s hand squeezing her rump, as people poured out to the bar celebrating. “Guess they won,” Jack whispered in her ear, and he led her out into the kitchen where ts was quieter. As chaos continued, screaming about the on-field celebration, they finished their champagne and Jack quickly poured Jenny another. They continued to talk, and Jack continued to ply her with drinks, until people started to leave well after one. Now his hands were discreetly all over her, especially her breasts. He discovered her piercing and seemed to be a little surprised.
By now Jenny was pretty drunk. “I am calling for a ride. I will take you home,” Jack announced. As they said thank you to David and Marsha, they inquired is they had a way home, and Jack assured them they did. “Take good care of her, Jack,” David said. “Oh, I will,” Jack responded and both David and Marsha smiled.
Jack supported her out to the driveway. “This is our ride,” he announced. Jack talked to the driver in rapid, fluent Spanish. Jenny knew a little Spanish, but in her current state she had no idea what they were saying. They were hardly out of the driveway before Jack had her blouse open and was playing wither her breasts, and especially her pierced nipples, and kissing her deeply. They drove for a while and then came to a stop, not at her place or in the city. She was afraid for a minute, but then Jack’s hand began to slip under her panty hose to her clit, and she forgot about that.
“Look how wet you are, slut. Your cunt is practically overflowing.” The nastier he talked the hotter Jenny got. “You are going to cum for me, but not until I tell you. Do you understand? You must always have permission to cum,” and to accentuate his command he slapped her hard twice. “Y-yes Jack,” she stammered and he slapped her again. “It is Master Jack now, cunt, and don’t you forget it!” Smack Smack. She was reeling a little now as he had three fingers deep inside her, and her pantyhose was pushing him even harder into her.
Jack leaned close and said “I saw the tape of your performance, so I know what a hungry slut you are!” Jenny’s mind was now spinning. Not only were her pussy and tits on fire, but now. She never dreamed there was a recording of her at the club. She blushed even harder thinking of the minister, the politicians, and even the judge watching it.
Jack was kissing her hard, twisting her nipple with the ring, and slamming his hand into her pussy. “Remember cunt, you need permission to come.” “Please, Jack, may I come?” She pleaded. SMACK he slapped her again. “Who the fuck am I bitch?” Smack. Tears were now flowing down Jenny’s cheeks. “Please, please Master, may I come?” Smack. “You are not any ”I” bitch, you are a slave, a cunt, a slut, a sorry bitch, but no I anymore!” Smack.
Jenny tried again. “Please Master, please, may your slave cum?” “That is better”, Jack replied. “Not yet cunt.” It continued with Jack bringing her up and then down a hair, edging her until she was mindless and could think of nothing but her pussy and tits. Finally, after about 15 minutes Jack said “Alright cunt, come for me NOW, cum slut Jenny!” and she did with a mind blowing, toe curling, mouth open, no sound coming out, orgasm. She shook and shook as wave after wave passed over her. Finally, she collapsed in Jack’s arms.
Jack let her relax a minute or two. Then he pulled her head down to his hard cock. “Let’s see how good a cock sucker you are, slave Jenny.” With Jack pulling her hair to direct her, she began automatically to lick and suck his cock. Jack spoke to the driver and they started off with Jack’s cock deep down Jenny’s throat.
Jack moved Jenny’s head as he wished, gagging her then letting up, fast then slow, all the while verbally degrading her. Finally, as they reached the edge of the city he ordered “Alright, slut, here it comes, and you had better not spill a drop on my pants or I will have to punish your!” He slammed his cock into Jenny’s mouth fast and furiously as he pulled her head up and down by her hair. Then it came. Thick streams of cum shooting into her mouth and throat. Jenny almost gagged but managed to swallow most of it. He pulled her up to see the last. “Good girl. Now swallow the last and clean me up.”
Jenny swallowed then began sucking the last bits from his cock and licking him clean. Finally, Jack zipped up his pants and pulled Jenny up to him. He gently stroked her hair and kissed her, while very gently massaging her breast. “Very good, Jenny. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did,” he commented while continuing to gently pet her hair and rub her back and shoulder.
Jenny was confused as she cuddled into Jack’s shoulder. “Oh yes, Master, I, I mean your slave did.” “That is alright, you can just call me Jack unless we are playing.” He smiled petting and nuzzling the confused, and very drunk, girl.
About then they pulled up in front of Jenny’s apartment. Jack helped her pull herself together and helped her to her apartment. Her knees were weak from the booze and the passion. Jack helped her unlock the door and inside he held and kissed her gently. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Jenny. I am so happy to meet you after watching the tape of your performance.” He kissed her again adding “I will pick you up next Saturday at two. We will be going to the gym for a couple of hours so dress accordingly. After all, I want to make sure you stay fit and trim.” He kissed her again and was gone.
Jenny stood there a moment trying to absorb everything that had just happened. Finally, she struggled to get to the bathroom. Her panties, hose, and skirt were soaked. She stripped everything off and sat on the toilet for quite a while. Shakily, she made it to bed and as she fell fast asleep, she thought; “It really is a new year, a new apartment a new “sister”, a new boyfriend/Master, a new lifestyle, and a new Jenny.”
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