Savannah 4:3 - The boy's turn

Following is the much over due continuation of Gwen's experience with the boy. To read from the beginning of the chapter, you can find part one here and part two here. If you'd like to read the Gwen's story from the beginning, go to the links on the left and scroll down until you find the Savannah Series.

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A disappointed look washed over the boy's face. Gwen had to stifle a laugh.

"Trust me," said Gwen. She pushed the boy over onto his back and crawled up to straddle him.

"There's more to sex than fucking. In fact, some of the best sex can be had without any penetration at all. It's about the arousal, pleasure and ultimate satisfaction of your partner." With those words she slid her dripping cunt along the length of the boy's cock. He groaned softly. "And you want to satisfy your partner, don't you?"

The boy nodded and licked his lips.

"That's what I thought."

She slid off him and down between his thighs. Her mouth began to trace light kisses and nips across his stomach, over his hip bones and down the tops of his thighs. The boy writhed underneath her. His hips bucked, trying to guide her mouth to his cock. Gwen merely smiled and continued down his legs. Her hands caressed his thighs and calves. She ran them over his ankles and back up the insides of his legs. She cupped his balls softly and brought her mouth up to kiss and lick them.

She looked up and saw the exquisite look of pleasure and frustration on his face. Deciding he had enough teasing, Gwen moved up, her body forcing the boy's legs wider. Taking his hard velvety cock into her hands, Gwen began to slid her fingers over him. Slowly at first, feeling him, feeling his length, his hardness and the small trail of pre-cum emerging from his tip. She breathed warm air over him, her mouth inches from his throbbing erection.

The boy moaned, pushing his hips to her. Gwen complied with his unspoken wish and ran her tongue over his head. He gasped as she did it again. Swirling her tongue over and around the head of his cock, Gwen began to stroke his length. HIs body trembled under her and it fueled Gwen's own arousal. Her wetness was seeping down her thighs and thoughts of fucking him went against what she lectured him about.

The boy gasped out his request, " Please, god, please suck me. I don't think I can take much more." His hands moved through Gwen's hair, urging her on.

"I don't want you to come," she said. "I want you to stop me if you get too close. Tell me to stop."

The boy whimpered, not convinced of her tactics. "But I want to come. God, just like this."

"No, you don't. You want to come inside me. You want to feel your cock sliding into my hot wet cunt. You know you want to fuck me. Make it last."

The boy groaned. "Oh, yes," he said.

"Then stop me if you get too close."

The boy grunted his agreement and Gwen turned her attention back to his cock. She opened her mouth and slid her lips slowly over him, taking as much of his length as she could. Her tongue swirled around his length as she pulled back. Her saliva made him slick as she slid his cock in and out of her mouth. She kept it slow, wanting to keep him on the edge, not wanting to trigger his orgasm. She lazily slid her tongue around the head of his cock and back down his length. Her hands wandered up over his chest and back down his thighs.

The boy writhed harder, his breath coming out in gasps and groans. He tried to keep his hands steady but they trembled as they moved with her head along his cock. "I don't know if I can take much much more," he moaned.

Gwen pulled her lips from his cock, looking up at him. A fine sheen of perspiration dotted his brow. His face flushed red and his eyes turned dark.

"Then let's take your mind off it," she suggested.

"But I don't want you to stop," he whined reminding Gwen of how young he really was.

She grinned wickedly at him. "Who said I was stopping?"

She crawled up the bed and kissed him hard. Their mouths met hungrily. Gwen allowed herself the pleasure of enjoying his fierce kiss for a minute before pulling away. She crawled up further on the bed and turned.

"I want you to lick me again." With those words she straddled his head and lowered her eager cunt over his face. The boy gasped. His hands quickly slid up her thighs and guided her down to him. "Lick me like you did earlier."

He wasted no time complying. His tongue ran the length of her slit, tasting her arousal. Gwen shuddered. Slipping his tongue down to her cunt lips, she felt him push inside her.

"Oh, perfect." she whispered before lowering her body to his. She kissed down his stomach to his still hard cock. Just as his tongue slid back to her clit, she pulled his length into her mouth. She smiled at the sharp hiss of warm air against her.

As she slid him in and out of her mouth, the boy matched her rhythm over and around her clit. As Gwen sped up or slowed down, so did the boy. She could feel her pleasure building. Her hips found their own rhythm, grinding down against him.

Her tongue ran up and down his hard cock, her mouth assaulting him. His cock throbbed hard, wanting to surge, wanting to spill his cum for her. She took care to back off each time she felt him throbbing too hard even though she had trouble concentrating. The boy's ministrations were becoming too much. His tongue ran over her clit while his fingers found her cunt again.

He thrust them inside her. One at first, then two, then three. Fucking her with them, moving them in and out of her dripping cunt. She moaned around his cock knowing he could feel it. Her fingers caressed and squeezed his balls as his hips came up to meet her. Gwen felt the familiar tension building, once again, inside her.

She lifted from his cock. "Don't stop," she groaned and ground her cunt against his face. "Make me come again."

The boy moaned into her sex. His fingers and tongue working together, creating a sensation taking her over the edge. Her core burned with desire. She moved her hips over him, her hands coming up to her breasts, pinching her nipples. His fingers thrust hard inside her and she exploded over him. Thick hot waves of pleasure coursed through her body as she cried out again. Her cunt flooded him with her juices as he continued to lap at her.

She suddenly pulled herself from his grasp and crawled down his body. She stayed on all fours and looked over her shoulder to him. Her ass was to him, her swollen cunt glistening from her wetness.

"Now you can fuck me."


to be continued...

The Girl Before Me

It's been awhile and I'm working on getting the writing karma back. To start, here's something a little different, inspired by a sketch.


The sun glistened on her long chestnut hair. A faint glow surrounded her skin, backlit from the large window behind her. I licked my lips, my mouth dry as I tried to anticipate what she was going to do. A small trickle of sweat ran down my forehand. I'd wipe it away but my hands were tied behind me.

She looked at me under heavy lashes, a hint of a smile on her lips. I couldn't tell if was seductive or evil. Her breasts rose and fell gently under the thin black lace holding them. Her slender stomach led down to a luscious ass also held by a thin layer of black lace. Her voluptuous stems ended in tall black leather boots currently tucked under her ass as she knelt on a silk covered ottoman. My eyes wandered back up to her shoulders where an octopus peeked out from her bicep and wound down to her elbow. A skull and flames completed the space to her wrist. Even the intricate detail of her ink couldn't keep my eyes from focusing once again on her delicate fingers resting by her knees and the leather crop held between them.

She blinked her eyes purposefully and pursed her lips. She sighed. Her legs unfolded slowly and she rose. She looked at me, at my body, into my uncertain eyes. One foot slide out and she moved sideways, almost cat-like as she wandered to the side of my chair. She clicked her tongue on her teeth. I tried hard to look forward but I couldn't help but glance at her.

I received a sharp tap to my back for the break in discretion. I sucked in breath and reverted my eyes back to a frontal stare. I could hardly take the anticipation but I had no choice. I felt the tip of her crop trace my spine and I shivered. I felt her closeness to me. Her breath on my neck startled me.

"Have you been a bad boy?" she whispered in my ear.

"Yes"

"Do you need to be punished?" Her breath lit the side of my face on fire. I could feel the brush of lace covered breasts against my back.

I groaned my response.

Her hand slid under my chin and she yanked my head back. A sharp bite to my neck was followed a simple command in my ear.

"Not until I tell you."

I knew what she meant and I groaned again. I knew I would know no pleasure until she had her fill. I knew that she intended to use me today. I was her fuck toy to do as she pleased. And she knew I would please her. She knew I would do anything to get her to tell me I was a good boy. I would take anything from her if only to see the pleasure on her face.

She let go of my head and walked around to the front of me. Grabbing my chin again, she led me from the chair to the bed along the far wall of the room. She turned me and pushed me back, forcing me to land on my tied wrists. I made no complaint.

She stood in front of me and and slipped the lace panties from her and let them fall to the floor. As she crawled up the bed, I did my best to keep from coming as her soft skin brushed over my erection. The crop forced under my chin to tilt my head back only worsened the ache.

Her lips pressed hard against mine and our tongued tangled together, heated and wanton. Her hot sex was slick against me and I pulled against my binds. I needed to feel her skin under my fingers. As she lifted her lips from mine, she smiled.

"Not yet, love."

She sat up and worked her way further up the bed, her cunt positioned over my face. I let out a soft moan as she spoke to me once more.

"If you please me, I may let you come."

She lowered herself to me and as I darted my tongue out to taste her sweet juices, I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do.

Savannah 4:2 - The Boy's First Lesson

"Are you sure you just want to watch me?" Gwen asked, her fingers clasping the zipper of her dress.

The boy nodded and licked his lips. Gwen turned from him and slowly started to pull down her zipper. The dress was short, but the zipper ran the full length from neck to just above her heart-shaped ass. She turned back to the boy, once she reached the bottom, she slipped the dress from her shoulders. Pushing it down to her waist, she wiggled slightly to push it the rest of the way over her hips so that it could fall to the floor. She was left with a lavender silk and black lace bra and matching panties. She complemented the set with a black lace garter and stockings. High, sexy stilettos completed the outfit.

The boy gasped and licked his lips again. Gwen could see the hard bulge beneath his jeans. She needed to remember to take it slow. She walked to the bed and crawled over the boy to straddle him. He sat there looking at her, a glint of uneasiness in his eyes.

"It's ok," she said and gently kissed him on the lips. "I'm yours tonight. You can say anything to me and do anything to me that you desire."

His eyes met hers. He hesitated for a moment before lifting his hand to brush across her breasts. His other hand trailed gently up her thigh.

"I can't believe you're so beautiful," he stammered, "You have perfect breasts and amazing legs and your lips, oh I love your lips."

For his words, Gwen used her lips to kiss him again. "And how do I make you feel?"

The boy looked at her questioningly.

"Of course a girl loves to hear that she's beautiful, but she also loves to hear that she inspires something in you."

His cheeks flushed red and he looked down. "I didn't think she'd need to hear that sort of thing"

"That she drives you crazy with lust, that you want her, that you desire her, that you can't wait to feel her body beneath your fingers, that you can't wait to touch and kiss and lick her, that you want to take her orgasm from her?"

He nodded.

"On the contrary, we very much love to hear those words. It also makes us feel desired."

He opened his mouth and then closed it. Gwen waited him out. He opened his mouth again and barely whispered. "I want you." His cheeks flushed a bright red but he continued. "I want to kiss your breasts and suck on your nipples. I want to run my fingers all over you.. I want to feel between your thighs and I... I want to know what it's like to have sex with you."

Gwen smiled at him. She took his hand and brought it up to her lips. Parting them, she drew his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over his skin as she sucked on them. Pulling them slowly out, she directed his hand down to her breast. Pulling the bra fabric aside, she guided his now wet fingers around her hardening nipple. He took the direction as the invitation it was and ran his fingers over her. A spark of arousal ran down her belly to her cunt as his fingers played with her nipple. She slid her fingers up through his soft hair and tugged his mouth to her. Their mouths met hungrily. The boy's desire finally came to the surface. As his mouth assaulted her, his fingers pinched and rubbed at her nipples. Gwen became aware of the growing wetness between her thighs.

She reached her hands behind her and unclasped the bra. She quickly stripped it from her body. She need to feel his hands on her. The boy broke their kiss first. His lips trailed down her neck, down over her breasts. He sighed heavily before pulling her nipple into his mouth. Gwen's back arched at the sudden pleasure rippling through her body. His tongue swirled over her as he teeth gently bit her taught nipple. She gasped as he repeated the same on the other side. Her hands grabbed at his back, pulling him tighter to her. The aching in her cunt intensified as his assault continued.

He pulled from her, his breathing slightly quicker. "Do you like that?"

"Oh yes," she practically growled. She took his hand again and guided it down to her soaked panties. "Does it feel like I enjoyed it?"

The boy groaned and slid his fingers back on forth over the wet silk. "I want... I want... to feel you. I want to feel how wet you are."

Gwen smiled. He was a quick study indeed. She climbed of his lap and stood by the side of the bed. "Pull off my panties."

He didn't hesitate this time. Taking a hold of both sides, he slid the fabric down over her legs leaving Gwen in just the garter, stockings and shoes. His hands slid back up the inside of her thighs and she spread them for him. His fingers slid up further, touching her wetness, sliding through it. He gently moved back and forth along her slit before slipping a finger partway inside her. Gwen rewarded his with a soft gasp.

"I want you to taste me."

He turned red once more. "I've never done that."

"That's alright." She took his fingers and slid them along her slit until they reached her clit. "Do you feel my clit? Lick gently around there, I'll guide you."

She spread her legs more as he leaned forward and tentatively licked her. He did it again and moved closer. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair and she drew him closer still. He took the hint and opened his mouth to her cunt. He licked slowly at first, but as Gwen began to grind her hips to him, his began to lick her in earnest. She barely needed to guide him. His tongue swirled, sucked and licked at her and Gwen found herself close to orgasm quite quickly. His hot tongue burned against her. On instinct, his fingers found her wet cunt and pushed his fingers inside her. Gwen's legs trembled, barely able to keep her standing. Her fingers clutched tighter in his hair and his mouth barraged her with pleasure.

Surprised at the intensity of arousal he brought to her so quickly, Gwen groaned, her breath came in gasps. "That's it," she gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

The boy groaned his response and continued to lick her. Her muscles tightened around his fingers, milking them. Heat spiraled from her core and she suddenly began to come. She cried out as her body flooded the boy's fingers with wetness. Her cunt pulsed and clutched at him as his tongue brought her over the edge. Her head fell back as her body writhed in pleasure. She held on to him, grinding into him until the last waves of her orgasm subsided. Gwen's legs finally gave out and the two tumbled onto the bed. Gwen breathed heavily from the pleasure and watched in amusement as the boy yanked down this jeans and boxers and crawled onto the bed between her thighs.

"Such an eager boy," she said as she moved from him. "Just because I came doesn't mean I'm ready for you to fuck me. There's more pleasure to be had before we do that. I do believe it's my turn to lick you."


to be continued...

Savannah 4:1 - The Boy

He sat across the room from her on the rigid desk chair. He looked nervous and he voice shook ever so slightly when he spoke to her. Gwen felt a kindness for the man across from her. She shook her head. She was having a hard time thinking of him as a man. The boy had just confessed he really wasn't the twenty-five year old he led Madame Gretchen to believe. He was really only nineteen. He had confessed this to Gwen within minutes of their meeting. He blurted it out after Gwen probed him a little. She suspected as much and thought it was cute that he was trying to impress her. She also got him to confess that while he had been with two other girls before their meeting, he hadn't lasted very long and he was quite embarrassed by the whole thing. That's why he hired Gwen. He was a pretty boy, handsome in a sweet way. A few more years and he'd become a very good-looking man.

Concerned for him, Gwen also probed him as to where he got the money to hire her. She wouldn't feel right if he was robbing a college fund. As it turned out, the boy's parents were both wealthy and divorced. They threw money at him to make him like them. From the tone of his voice, she could tell he was quite bitter about the whole situation. Gwen turned onto her side and stretched out across the bed. She felt a liking for the boy and wanted to help him.

"Come here," she said gently so as not to startle him. She patted the bed next to her.

The boy hesitated for a minute before getting up and coming over to her. He tentatively sat on the edge of the bed. Gwen figured it was close enough for now.

"Tell me what you want out of tonight. You can have anything you want, anything at all."

The boy looked at the floor and chewed his lip. Gwen could sense that his embarrassment was growing.

"Here," she said, "look at me. I'll close my eyes and won't look at you. Tell me what you want." She did as she said and closed her eyes. She suspected that the pressure of her looking at him made him nervous.

"Well," he started, "I do want to learn how to last a long time."

"And…" prompted Gwen.

"And I want to learn how to make a girl feel good too. I don't think I did before."

"Did they say you did?" Gwen asked, her eyes still closed.

"Sort-of. They said it was nice, but I didn't get the impression they… they…" the boy hesitated."

"Came?"

"Yeah," his voice was low. Gwen knew she needed to get him over his shyness.

"Then we'll have to work on both with you, because I'd very much like you to fuck me and I'd very much like to come for you." Gwen opened her eyes and looked at him.

His mouth turned into a small smile.

"How do I start?" His voice was so low it was practically a whisper.

"You can start by kissing me." She turned her face up to him. "Lean over and kiss me. It's one of the most sensual things you can do and it's a hell of a good start to foreplay." She winked at him and he laughed. She had broken the ice.

The boy shifted on the bed to get a better angle. Placing his hand on the bed to prop himself up, he leaned over and kissed Gwen softly on the lips. He pulled away and looked at her.

"That was a nice start," she said. "Kiss me again." She reached up to slide her fingers through his hair.

His mouth descended upon her again and he kissed her a little harder. His lips were soft and gentle and she teased him with her tongue. His mouth opened a little and Gwen darted her tongue inside. The boy's breath quickened and he opened his mouth a little wider. His tongue touched Gwen's lower lip and darted back. Gwen let out a soft moan to let him know it felt nice. The boy groaned in return.

Suddenly his lips pressed harder and his hand found Gwen's neck. He pulled her to him, his tongue sliding over hers, his mouth assaulting her. He took her by surprise and took breath away. The passion and yearning in the kiss was overwhelming and Gwen felt a sudden flush of arousal.

She pulled her mouth from his. "Your kissing certainly isn't the issue."

He laughed and he, all at once, looked more relaxed.

"Come on," she said, pulling his hand. "Get up not he bed with me. You now know that I wan't bite… yet." She winked at him causing him to laugh again.

"Why don't we start by getting rid of some of these clothes. Do you want to watch me strip or do you want to take them off?"

The boy thought for a moment before answering, "Watch."

"Such a dirty boy." She laughed and got up from the bed. The boy propped the pillows under his head. He was turning out to be a quick study and Gwen knew she was in for a fun evening.

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Savannah 3:4 - The Stranger Fucks Gwen

Gwen's breasts pressed into the rough brick wall as the man leaned into her. His lips were arousingly rough on her neck and she gasped. His hands seized the thin straps to her dress and jerked them down her arms. He pulled her back just enough to reach his hand around and fondle her breast. Fingers roamed over the soft tissue before they found her tight nipples and pinched them. Gwen groaned and caused him to pinch harder. The rough brick scraped at her skin but she didn't care. She liked his force and the feeling of being taken.

His other hand slid back down to her dripping cunt. Expert fingers slid over and around her, teasing her clit before sinking his fingers inside her.

"Tell me again and I'll make it happen," he whispered in her ear.

Gwen could barely think. The man's hand on her breast and fingers in her cunt only allowed her to mumble her response. "Yes, fuck me."

"Say it louder," he breathed, his own arousal trembling in his voice.

Her voice quavered. "Fuck me." she said louder.

His hand released her breast and pushed the dress up over her ass. The top of his body leaned into her, keeping her pressed into the wall while his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it before pushing it against her soft skin. His feet kicked her legs wider. Gwen had never felt so exposed or so aroused in her life. She didn't care if anyone could see them, she just needed to be fucked.

The man obviously felt the same way. He slid his cock along her slit. Back and forth making him wet from her juices. She pushed her ass back to him, inviting him to fuck her. She needed it so badly. His hard breathing was hot against her neck. Then she felt him. The head of his cock nudged her cunt lips. It was too much for her.

"Please," she whispered.

It was all the man needed. He pushed against her and his entire length slid inside her with one thrust. Her voice came out as a sharp cry as he began to thrust hard inside her. His hand found her breast again and pinched her nipple hard. Gwen gasped, trying to remain standing as he assaulted her.

Then, as suddenly as his lust began, he promptly slowed down his pace. A mewl came from Gwen's throat as his other hand reached around and found Gwen's clit. He began to rub it, circling gently in time with his deep thrusts. Gwen's legs trembled hard. She was helpless against him, completely under his control.

"Oh yes," he whispered gruffly into her ear, "oh yes, I can feel you tightening around me. I can feel your sweet cunt so tight around my cock. I want you to come. I want to feel your cunt pulse around me. I want to feel your slick juices flood my cock as I fuck you here in the alley. " His words deluged her and heightened her pleasure. She gasped for breath. He continued. "You're such a beautiful whore. Has anyone ever told you that. I was surprised myself. I had no idea I'd get the chance to fuck such a gorgeous slut tonight." All the while he continued to thrust inside her, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm.

His fingers flitted over her clit and Gwen knew she wouldn't last much longer. The pleasure was indescribable. She never knew anything like it. All she could do was moan. The man began to push harder into her, his groans matching her own.

"God, I could fuck you all night." He thrust in and out. "Such a hot tight little cunt." Gwen felt the flush rising in her body. "Such a wet fucking cunt." She began to moan louder, her body tightening with her approaching orgasm. "Fucking come for me." Her cunt squeezed hard around him, pulsing as she drew closer. "Oh, you need to come for me." His fingers pinched her nipple harder. Gwen's hands clawed at the wall, trying to push back harder onto him. His fingers rubbed at her clit, his cock thrust into her cunt.

A sudden burst of pleasure exploded through her, the waves radiating through her body. Her cunt flooded with her wetness and squeezed tight around the man's cock, pulsing over and over. She cried out, only to have his hand clamp around her mouth to stifle the sound. His thrusts got harder and deeper and her orgasm spread over her. She clung to the wall as he thrust in one more time.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," he cried and pulled from her. He grasped her arm and pushed to the ground. His hand pumped at his cock. Gwen knelt in front of him, her mouth lapping at the head of his cock as he stroked himself. She slipped her hand up to his balls and rubbed them through the fabric of his pants. He groaned heavily and pumped his cock as his cum began to surge through it. A thick string of cum spurted from his cock onto her tongue. A second hit her lips and cheek. He uttered a sigh and she wrapped her lips around him once more, urging him to give his remaining cum to her. She worked her mouth gently over his cock, drawing out the last of his lust and licking him clean.

Slowly, they both regained their senses and worked at making themselves look presentable. Just as Gwen tugged up her dress straps, the man wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. His lips found hers and his tongue gently probed in a deep and languid kiss. He drew away and looked into her eyes.

"Thank you for being everything I wanted and asked for. You are truly a beautiful woman with the most amazing talents." He kissed her again and stepped back. He pulled an envelope from his back pocket and handed it to her. She took it without opening it, she knew what it was.

"The clothes are yours to keep. The room key is in the envelope. Please stay as long as you'd like. Perhaps order something from room service and take a bath. Everything is taken care of for the room so please enjoy it. You are a magnificent creature. Perhaps we'll meet again."

With that, he gave her a kiss on the cheek, squeezed her hand and walked from the alley. She watched him walk away from the hotel and down the street. It was a bizarre but highly erotic encounter. She welcomed the chance to see him again. It dawned on her then that she still did not know his name but then realized It didn't matter. She smiled as she walked to the elevator bank to take it back up to the room.

Stay tuned for Chapter 4...

Savannah 3:3 - The Stranger Takes Over

He pulled her out into the warm night air and they strode to the side of the hotel, back along a dark alley. As soon as they were out of view, he pushed her back up against the brick wall lining the one side of the alley. His mouth crushed hers in a heated kiss. Their tongues met and the man pulled her leg up along him. His hand slid up the back of her thigh. He pulled away and gasped as he reached her cunt. Gwen knew how wet she was. She was so close to orgasm. He slid his fingers around her before sliding one inside and then two. Gwen gasped and said what he needed to hear.

"Fuck me," she moaned as he thrust his fingers inside her.

The man groaned and pushed her back harder against the wall, his body crushing hers, the sequins snagging on the rough brick behind her. "Say it again. Tell me that again."

"Fuck me," she said. "Take me, fuck me hard." Gwen reached her arms around him, pulling him tighter to her. Her fingers clutched at his expensive suit. The man groaned again. His lips moved across her jaw and down her neck. Gwen could scarcely catch her breath. Her knees grew weaker as his fingers moved in her and she felt her body quake. Groans emerged from her lips and tumbled from the alley.

Suddenly the man pulled back from her leaving Gwen to stumble forward a step. He fumbled with his trousers for a second before sliding the zipper down. With a lust that burned in his eyes, he grabbed Gwen's shoulder and gently pushed down. Gwen knew what he wanted. She got down close to the ground as best she could. The alley's black road was rough but a newspaper laid nearby. She placed it under her knees and turned her attention back to him.

Her hand slid up over the bulge under the expensive fabric. He was so erect, so hard from the interaction that Gwen fought the urge to rip his pants down. Her hand slithered inside the opening and grasped his erection. Air blew out from the man's clenched teeth.

"That's it," he said and laid a hand on the back of Gwen's head. "Suck it. Make me harder. Make me so fucking hard that I have no choice but to fuck you."

Gwen moaned softly. She pulled his erection out and admired it for just a moment before slipping her tongue up his length. The man twitched and leaned forward. One hand was still on the back o her head while the other pressed against the wall behind her, trying to keep his balance.

She slid her tongue over and around his hard cock. She slid one hand around his base while the other gripped his ass. She teased him. Her tongue slid up and down the outside, licking him like an ice cream cone. The man groaned and she felt his legs tremble.

"I can't take it. Suck me." His voice was raspy and full of desire. His hand pressed Gwen's face to him.

Gwen smiled at the state of arousal she brought him. Her own arousal had skyrocketed. The sounds he made, the desire he had for her pushed her close to the edge. With a flick of her tongue, she caressed the head of his cock. He moaned again. His breath was rapid, heavy, sexed. She finally opened her mouth and slid the head of his cock inside. She felt his knees dip slightly as she pulled him back to her throat.

"Fuck," was the only thing he could utter.

She began to work her mouth over him, licking, sucking, swirling her tongue around his hard cock. When she felt him swell or begin to tremble too much, she backed off. She didn't want him to come until he said. She was here for him and she wanted to please him. Back and forth they danced, Gwen pulling him to the edge and then backing off. Her tongue worked over the head of his cock, licking under his sensitive head, swirling around it before bringing him back into her hot wet mouth. His hips thrust to her, wanting to be deeper, to feel everything.

His fingers gripped her hair and she felt his cock swell. She opened her throat and took him deeper. The man groaned and thrust his hips harder, fucking her mouth now. She felt his cock begin to pulse and she tasted the bitter sweet pre-cum on her tongue. He growled once and abruptly pulled her mouth from him. Surprised, Gwen looked up to him and saw his eyes had changed. They burned violently with his arousal and Gwen felt the rush of wetness between her thighs. Grabbing a hold of her arms, he pulled her to unsteady feet and crushed her lips with his before spinning her around.

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Savannah 3:2 - The Stranger Takes Charge

He grinned widely at her. "Does everything fit well?"

She nodded, "Everything fits perfectly. It appears as though someone let slip my size."

"A little birdie told me."

Gwen smiled. The man was very charming.

"A little birdie also told me you'll do anything I ask you to." His voice nudged down in degree and Gwen could see the lust in his eyes.

"As long as it's not illegal, I'll do my best to pleasure you anyway you'd like." To prove her point, she slid her hand up along the man's thigh and looked at him through her lashes.

"Show me," he said and looked her in the eyes. "Take off your panties and give them to me."

Gwen raised her eyebrow at him and began to get up from the table. He gently rested his hand on top of hers.

"No, take them of right here and hand them to me."

Gwen felt herself blush. She was not easily embarrassed, but there was something about taking off her clothes in public that made her nervous. She felt a flush rise through her and her panties dampened slightly more. She sat back down in the chair and looked around. No one was paying any particular attention to them. The thought came to her that performing in public could be quite arousing. She thought about the man touching her, there at the table, under the table, in a room full of people. She felt another rush of arousal run through her. She shifted in her chair and set about fulfilling the man's request.

She tentatively slid her hand up under her dress and looked around again to see if anyone was looking.

"No one's watching," he said softly. "Take them off for me."

Gwen looked into his eyes and slid her hand up further. Damp fabric met her fingers and she blushed. She inched her fingers under the fabric and slid them up along the side. She tugged at the fabric, but it didn't move much. She shifted in her seat and tugged again. The panties moved, she tugged them side to side, inch by inch, until they were down just above the hemline of her dress. She looked once more at the man, took a breath and grabbed the panties with both hands. She quickly slid them down her legs and over her shoes.

"Very good," he said. Gwen noticed he was beginning to look flushed as well. "Hand them to me."

Gwen placed them into his outstretched hand. He subtly lifted them to his nose and took a deep breath. He smiled at her before placing them in his suit pocket. He saw her glance at the door and around the room.

"We're not done yet. There's something else I want from you before we leave the bar. I promise we'll leave and I promise I'll fuck you, but you have to do one more thing." He paused, looking intensely at her. "I want you to touch yourself."

Gwen looked at him but didn't move.

"Right here, right now. I want you to touch yourself for me. I want you to feel the slickness that dampened your panties. I want you to slide your fingers in and out of your cunt. I want you to play with your clit until you're just about to come."

Gwen's mouth fell open slightly as she sucked in her breath. The force and desire of his voice compelled Gwen to do as he asked. Resisting the urge to glance around the room again, she tentatively slid her fingers back up her thigh. She rearranged herself on her seat to allow her thighs to part ever so slightly. She slipped them up further to her waiting wetness and gasped softly as she reached it. Her clit throbbed as she circled her fingers around it.

"Good girl," he said and leaned back to watch. "Keep touching yourself. I want to watch you pleasure that sweet cunt of yours."

The power of the moment struck Gwen. She was in control of the situation. The thought made her arousal spike. She leaned back slightly and spread her thighs even further. Her fingers circled her clit and she made herself gasp again. She felt her body reacting, the heat in her core rose and her face felt hot. She moved her fingers around in a practiced motion, knowing what her body needed. Gwen bit her lip to keep from groaning.

The man shifted in his seat and Gwen saw the noticeable bulge in his pants.

"Fuck yourself with your fingers. Push them inside you." he whispered. His voice was thick with desire when he spoke.

Gwen moaned softly and slipped her fingers down. She pushed two fingers against her cunt lips. The slick wetness dripping from her allowed them inside so easily that Gwen couldn't control the gasp that escaped from her lips.

"God, that's right, fuck yourself. Don't come though. Don't you dare. I want you to save that for me."

Gwen groaned again and pushed her fingers deeper inside. She didn't care who was watching her now. It was only her and the man, right then. She moved her fingers in and out of her cunt. She was aware of how she looked and she just didn't care. She moved her thumb up to her clit so she could keep thrusting her fingers inside. She didn't know how long she could stay like this before coming. The idea of being seen began to turn her on even more. The power of the moment overtook her. She pushed a third finger inside and couldn't help but arch her back at the intrusion. She gasped again as she thrust her fingers inside. She rubbed her clit harder with her thumb, lost in the sensations. She felt the orgasm rising in her and she suddenly grabbed the table to steady herself.

"Tell me," he said.

"I need to stop. I need to come.," she gasped and looked directly at him. "I need you to fuck me."

The man groaned and grabbed her wrist. Gwen struggled to her feet. Her knees felt weak and she could barely keep up with his long strides. He pulled her behind him, his grip strong. She felt the slight tremble in his touch. He pulled her toward the door but instead of turning to the bank of elevators, he pulled her to the exit.

"Where are we..."

"Don't worry," he said. "Just come with me."



to be continued...