May thine hand be taken by a man worth my time and affection. His stature is capable of making any desire come true regardless of cost or resource, and his words melt my heart that even a mere udder of his voice proves my love and conviction. For I crave a man to be my equal in mind, body, and soul, his wisdom vast we could speak for hours on any subject. His heart is tender to care for what I want, and his body to be strong, diligent as a lover, not to be trifled with as some form of object. But what foolish woman would want that? I once was asked, what reason would I want such a man to handle my opinions with elegance yet in bed become a wild animal at the tip of a hat….
The 21-year-old sat quietly in a comfy armchair with a glass of red wine beside her on a side table. The medium-sized tablet in hand as Jenna Ortega read through the erotic poem. She was no stranger to such smut, the internet was a beautiful if not perverted place, growing up in a generation of AO3 and Wattpad fueling her hormones and fantasies. It was indirectly what led her to Miller’s Girl, a movie about a girl giving her teacher a well-written short love story of a teacher and his student sleeping together. Her legs rubbed together with the fabric of her red plaid pajama pants, toes curling in her slippers, she laid back into the chair some more, keeping herself comfortable, with a sip of her wine in her left hand, and her reading tablet in her right, she read some more through the book of short stories and poems she was pursuing.
She would quake in her nightgown, tender lips leading her down to the bed and undressing, like fate woven together, they too were intertwined in the farce that is love. His princess lay there but not helpless, simply waiting for her man to do as he wished, trusting him with her body, not having to wait long before he ripped off her blouse. With strong hands exploring her body, he intends to memorize every inch of her over the time to come.
Jenna licked her lips, she could not dare but wonder why she could not find a man like in these stories. Perhaps it was just blissful arrogance over fiction and reality not being the same, after all, she spent the better half of her life in front of a camera, with so much being recorded, that line of where Hollywood started and ended could easily be blurred. The second glass of wine finished, and she adjusted herself to drape her legs over one arm of the chair while she leaned against the other. Switching the reading tablet to her left hand, her right pushed her long black hair out from under her head to go over the pillow armrest, her oversized black tee shirt for sleeping gently pushed up a little, exposing her midriff, she was getting to her favorite short story in this collection. she lowered her hand to tease her own privates from above her pants, and could feel how wet she was already.
She stood before a man standing a foot taller than her, neither cared for names, only the book they both reached for. Neither could deny knowing its contents, which made them both blush ever faintly before understanding they each enjoyed it in silent agreement. Not a word was spoken between them, yet in that moment it was as if they knew everything they needed to know about the other, and where to go next. The woman in a common dress and the man in slight regal garbs, she took him by the hand and led him through the halls for a more private area. A personal study for the lord of the land, would he care of their debauchery, one could assume he would do something similar.
Jenna sat and sighed, long had she dreamed of a man simply having his way with her. Teasing fingers crept up and down the waistband of her pajamas grazing past skin recently saved the other day to her mound underneath. A soft moan left her lips, fingertips reaching her honey pot, Jenna locked eyes on the screen, reading on some more.
Once their tongues intertwined and bits of clothing discarded, he spun the near-helpless girl around and bent her over a table, pulling her dress up, layers atop her back, what remained between him and his prize were white knickers which did little to deter him, simply pulling them down to claim his prize.
Jenna lowered the tablet and closed her eyes. She had read this story a dozen times and could recall it by memory so well, that as her fingers began to enter her insides she envisioned herself as the woman in the story….
Jenna could picture it quite well, her hand next to a mystery man, tall, short brown hair with a curl in the front, the faintest of facial hair as if having shaved a few days prior, piercing blue eyes that melted her heart into doing whatever he wanted. Jenna standing there in a simple silver dress, looking up and trembling in anticipation to do what he says, guiding him to the private room, and bending forward onto the table.
Her hand rubbed along her pussy, she pushed her bottoms up and away from her hips to rest a few inches up her legs, tushy sitting bare on the soft seat of the chair with more room to freely touch herself. The tablet slipped between the back of the seat in its cushion, her other hand molesting her breast over her shirt as she pleasured herself.
Jenna felt the dress be lifted up, thin white panties covering most of her ass with a visible wet stain from how aroused she was. Her mystery man gently pulled them down, at some point her shoes were discarded and he slipped them off her bare feet, not that Jenna cared for such detail, what mattered was hearing his pants being unzipped and dropping to his ankles. She never wanted to see his cock directly, just the feeling of it no matter how big or small enter her, adding to her lack of knowledge of this man, he could be a rapist, a murderer, perhaps kidnap her to a sex dungeon or sell her off, either as a whore or hell, as meat. He could be responsible for so many cruel things, yet none of that would matter as she moaned, feeling his dick penetrate her pussy.
Jenna bit her lip, body tingling and not yet wanting to cum, she wanted this to last, lowering her finger past her vagina and along her taint to reach her small starfish. She found playing with her asshole was an easy way to keep her stimulated without making her cum, inserting a finger into her anus. With a deep breath of pleasure, she slowly fingered her anus, fluids from her vagina dripping down to add as lubricant. Engrossed in her masturbation that she missed her phone ringing nearby, mom wanted to have a quick chat about family dinner before being sent to voicemail, and Jenna was unable to hear over her own moans.
The man would push every inch into her vagina, Jenna leaning downwards towards the table, hands pressed against the wood. His size would vary, sometimes more, other times less, yet always the right size for her. The 21-year-old would let this man fuck her without words exchanged, consenting via offering her body to him willingly. They followed the motions and rocked back and forth, his hands at her hips, pushing her dress up past her waist, toes curling along the carpeted floor, Jenna laid her head along the wooden table and let him fuck her. His gentle thrusts gradually got harder, quicker, building a steady pace to make her legs shake in arousal, she swore she had come from the sex already.
In reality, she already did, squirming and shaking from a soft orgasm. Hand drenched in her girl cum, but she wanted more, making her body smaller by curling into a ball in the chair, kicking her pajama pants off her smooth Latina legs, sleeping shirt over her breasts showing her lack of bra and with a free hand groped her tits. Head pressed against the armrest, nearly straining her neck. Yet only focusing on her fantasy.
Her body was pushed up, Jenna breached herself on her arms and felt her mystery lover lift her left leg up onto the table. This new angle allowed him to penetrate her deeper. He slowed his pace, taking deeper and harder thrusts into her cunt, using her as he saw fit. Jenna felt a hand on the back of her head, grabbing some of her hair and pulling her head back. Remaining silent, she simply groaned in pleasure permitting for him to keep going. With each thrust her body shook, rocking up onto the table her foot on the floor was on tip toes just to ground herself, leg on the table bent ever so forward with daring to injure her. Afterall, in Jenna's eyes, he would not want to damage a toy. Yes, she wanted to be used like a sex toy, in such a way she was being used now. Not forever; just in this moment, just in this fantasy. His cock impaled her deep and hard, swearing she could feel him in her womb, caring less if he wanted to fill her with his warm seed, she was his to use, her mystery lover’s plaything. She was close, he felt close, groaning like a lion, and was ready to cum….
THUD!!
In her arousal she forgot she was on a chair, falling to the wooden floor of her own home. Eyes shot open and looked around, realizing what had happened. “Fuck not yet.” She muttered aloud to herself. Rolling to her knees, face on the floor, ass up in the air, feet by her discarded pants, she quickly put her hand back to her vagina, rubbing it hard and fast, she was so close to cumming she couldn't stop because gravity got in the way. Her mind quickly raced back to her fantasy, her lover pushing her into the table balls deep. Unloading his sperm into her uterus and up to her womb, Jenna in real life came hard and even squirted just a little onto the hardwood floor with a long deep groan of pleasure crashing over her. Eyes rolling to the back of her head, her hand went limp and she felt her legs slowly give out, bending out and laying flat on the floor, naked from the waist down, shirt riding up past her midriff, legs partly spread, ass up, tits pressed against the shirt with stiff nipples rubbing along the fabric. Jenna had passed out momentarily, accepting sleep for a few minutes before waking up. Drool collected on the wood floor by her mouth, she groaned feeling the after-effects of such a tense orgasm, considering staying on the floor a bit longer, before convincing herself to stand up. Using the chair for support, she stood and collected her phone, through groggy eyes she saw a missed call and a follow-up text. Ignoring her tablet being sucked into the chair or her pajama pants even, she walked away, sent a quick text to confirm dinner, and headed for the bedroom. Paying no mind to if she was half naked, it was her house, crashed on her bed, satisfied with her pre-bed playtime…
Jenna lay on the table till her mystery lover left, feeling his cum drip down her leg as she realized he took her panties with him as a token. She would fix her dress and leave the study, no knowledge if she’d see him again or not.
As Jenna slept soundly, her vagina grew wet still, dreams lingering on her deepest fantasies, yearning for a chance to find such a mystery lover, even if such an encounter could only be found in her books. She’ll keep looking, searching for more…
Topic: Jenna the Naughty Bookworm (Jenna Ortega) (Read 739 times)