Sunday, June 21, 2009

Savannah 2:1 - Gwen's next date

Gwen studied herself in the mirror and wondered what men saw in her. On top of that, she wondered what her husband ever saw in her. It was obviously nothing he desired for some time. She knew marriages tended to falter at times and she shouldn't take too much to heart but she couldn't help it. At least since coming to work for Madame Gretchen the men she fucked seemed to like her well enough.

She looked at the calendar, surprised by the weeks that have gone by since starting her "career" as an escort. She limited herself to one date a week to service these men so it wouldn't seem too out of place for her to be gone in the evening. The weeks when her husband was actually home, she put herself off limits so as not to accidently cross paths with him. It seemed the cautious thing to do.

Gwen picked up her hairbrush and ran it through her locks. She had a little over an hour to get ready for her date this evening. The gentleman requested that she wear something formal, but easy to remove. She laughed inwardly at that request. She couldn't imagine wearing something that was difficult to remove. She was, after all, specifically asked to meet him for sex. What did he think she would wear, a chastity belt? Nevertheless, she picked out a simple black silk sheath, black lace bra and thong and black thigh high stockings. She didn't really need the stockings on a warm evening like this, but the men seemed to like them. She'd slip on a pair of black stilettos pumps right before she left as to save her feet some discomfort as long as she could.

Gwen finished with her makeup, slipped on her dress and shoes and made her way to her car. The address she was given was only a few miles away and she preferred driving herself as opposed to being at the mercy of a cabbie's schedule.

The building was impressive, from what Gwen could see, it was well maintained and expensive. The ride up to the man's apartment was guick and Gwen took one last deep breath before knocking on the door. While feeling nervous, she enjoyed what she did every bit as much as the men who enjoyed her company. She was looking forward to the evening's tryst.

The door opened and a strikingly handsome man met her gaze. Gwen smiled demurely and introduced herself.

"Please, come in."

Gwen walked into a lush foyer and followed him into a large sitting room where, to Gwen's surprise, sat an equally striking woman.

"I'm sorry," Gwen said as she turned to leave, " I must have the wrong address."

"No," said the man. " No, you have the right place. This is, um, my wife Linda. She, um, well..."

Linda held up her hand and stopped him. "I found out about his little date and decided to see for myself who he was fucking while I wasn't around."

Gwen felt the heat in her face. She was so embarrassed. "Look, I'm sorry. I had no idea.."

Linda cut her off. "Please, I've know for a long time that Bryant has been going outside our marriage. I just wanted to see who it was this time. Funny, though, I thought you'd be more..." Linda waved her hand trying to come up with the right word.

"Trashy?" Gwen offered with a small smile.

Linda's face broke into a smile as well, "Why yes. That would be the right word. But you're obviously not. In fact, you're quite lovely. Please, sit down. I know this is awkward, but I'd like to talk to you."

Gwen took a seat beside the woman on the sofa. Bryant sat as well but looked much less comfortable with the situation.

"Look, I realize this isn't what you planned for the evening. Bryant and I have already shared some words about the situation." She looked at Bryant who looked at the floor. "However, now that you're here and now that I've had a chance to see you, I'm thinking that this evening can turn out different. So here's the thing, I don't know how much was agreed to for payment, but I have a proposition for you if you're interested."

Gwen looked from Linda, to Bryant, who looked stunned, and back to Linda again. "I'm listening."

"What would it cost for both of us to be with you tonight?"

Gwen was taken aback. She never thought about being with a woman. She knew plenty of women who had, even some of her friends when they were in college, but never her. The thought didn't repulse her though, in fact it made her curious. A dull throb started between her thighs as she thought about it. She imagined the feel of a woman's breast beneath her hand, the soft sensual skin against hers, the taste of of a woman's sweet juices that weren't her own. Gwen flushed with the thoughts. She looked over at Bryant. From his facial expression, it was easy to see he was very interested in this idea. He was handsome, well built and obviously into it. Linda was a beautiful woman, lithe and natural. The though of both of them together with her in bed doubled the feelings between her thighs.

Gwen had to carefully consider her words and actions. Madame Gretchen warned her about being honest with her regarding money. If Gwen fucked her over, the job would no longer be hers. On top of that, she had no idea what to charge.

"Consider the addition of you as part of the original fee. To be completely honest, I've never been with a woman before and I can't see charging you for something in which I have no experience." Gwen said. And she didn't want to make Madame Gretchen angry.

"But you have experience pleasuring a man?" Linda asked.

"Well, yes..."

"Then pleasuring a woman isn't much different. Besides, I have experience so I can teach you." With those words, Linda leaned forward and pressed her lips against Gwen's. Linda's soft tongue probed her lips until she parted them to let her enter. Gwen melted at her touch and instantly knew this would be an evening to remember. Their kiss deepened as both women pulled each other into a deep embrace. Somewhere behind them Bryant gasped as Gwen began to delve into this new territory.

To be continued...

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Savannah 1:5 - Fucking Stephan

Thank you to the very wonderful Madeline Glass for including me in the June 12 Sex Blog Roundup on Fleshbot!

Gwen softly whispered back to Stephen, "How would you like me to fuck you. You normally have to please the woman, but this is your turn to receive the pleasure. Tell me what you'd like."

As Gwen spoke the words, her hand snaked between her thighs and caressed his growing cock.

Stephan sighed and closed his eyes, not in any hurry to rush through such sensations.

"Would you like me to slide under you and wrap my legs around your back? Perhaps you'd like me on top so I can ride you while you fondle my breasts. Maybe you're really naughty and you'd like me to fuck you from behind."

Stephen's eyes opened and he laughed. "I could get into all those things, but for now, I think I'd like you to start on top just as we are." He leaned back in the chair and admired her.

"I like your thinking," she said and shifted so she could straddle her legs over his.

Gwen felt her cunt pulse at the thought of being fucked. It's something she needed for so long and here was her chance to be fucked by a man who did it for a living. She knew she was in for a good time regardless of where her talents lie. She lowered herself against his cock. His erection pulsed against her wet heat as she began to slide herself against him.

Stephan smiled deeply, "God, I could so easily slip inside you right now. You are so fucking wet."

Gwen merely smiled back and slid up and down his now hard erection. She slid him against her clit, the head of his cock teasing her arousal. She gasped softly, her body aching for the release she waited so long to have. Stephan sensed it. Even though the task was about his pleasure, he needed her to come for him. He needed to claim this first orgasm as his own. He sensed how much she had need for the pleasure and how much more she was likely to want once she had it. His cock throbbed against her as he watched her body writhe on top of him. His hands took hold of her hips, moving her against him.

Gwen gasped and tossed her head back. The silky pleasure climbed through her body and ensnared every essence of her being. She groaned loudly, her voice barely her own. His cock pressed hard against her, the head of his cock teasing and teasing her clit. Her body was not her own any longer. It moved with the passion running through her. She had to stop, though. She achingly pulled herself away. It wasn't about her. She wanted this job so much and this display wasn't supposed to be about her.

"Stop", she gasped and grabbed at Stephen's hands. "Stop, I need to pleasure you, not the other way around."

"That's not the way I see it," he said gruffly, continuing to move her against him. "This is what I want, to have you, to possess you. I want you to come on me. I want you to cum and then I want to fuck you. I want to fuck your swollen cunt and feel you tighten around me as you cum again."

It was all Gwen could do to keep from coming right then. Having Stephen tell her what to do and what he wanted to do was all she needed. Her hands released his and pressed against his chest. Her breasts heaved as she allowed herself to lose control. Her hips moved roughly against him, needing to feel his cock pressing hard against her. She rubbed herself against him over and over, his hands moving her, encouraging her. She felt her juices gushing from her cunt as her body responded to his will.

"That's it," she cried. "Oh God, that's it." Her body quaked against him as the orgasm moved through her. He groaned as she came, pulling her tight against him, enjoying how her body moved and writhed. He found it different than the normal women who hired him. None had her passion, the total release into herself. It's what he wanted.

As she moaned and writhed with her orgasm, he roughly grabbed her hips and lifted her up. With one fluid movement, he impaled her with his cock, sliding deep inside her with one thrust. She cried out pleasure and dug her nails into his chest. The last of her orgasm pulsed around him and he could barely contain himself. With a growl, he thrust up hard into her. He needed to take her completely. She groaned deeply and smiled. This is what she was waiting for. His thick cock fucked her hard, filling her tight cunt with his heat.

She leaned over then and found his mouth. As her hips rocked back and forth over him, fucking him, her tongue swirled over his. She couldn't get enough of him. She needed him inside her deeper and deeper and he needed the same.

She broke the kiss and throatily whispered in his ear, "This is what you want isn't it. You want me to fucking ride you, to take your hard cock deep into my hot wet cunt. Can you feel it? Can you feel my tight little cunt squeezing around you? Oh god, I can feel you. I can feel your hot cock sliding in and out of my tight little cunt. Can you feel how wet I am? Can you feel how fucking wet you made me? Oh god. Do you want me to come on you again? Do you want to feel it?" The words tumbled from her mouth as he relentlessly pounded into her. He didn't have to worry about her this time, she didn't hire him. He could do whatever he wanted for his pleasure.

Stephan groaned loudly. "Oh fuck, fuck, I'm close. You're so fucking tight around me. God, come for me again. I'll come if you do. I need you to come."

Gwen knew she wouldn't need much. She slid her hand down in between their bodies again and her fingers moved over her clit. It was so engorged, needing to be touched again. She circled her clit, sliding her fingers around and around. Her cunt reacted, tightening around Stephan's cock. He groaned again. She moved her hand frantically, needing the second release, knowing it was so close.

Their bodies, slick with sweat, moved faster. Stephan's hips thrust to her rhythm, her body achingly close. Her cunt tightened and pulsed around him, the sensations flooding her again. Lights flashed behind her eyes as she cried out again and again, her orgasm ripping through her as his cock fucked her. Wet juices streamed over him as her cunt rhythmically squeezed his cock, letting him feel the pulsing of her pleasure. It was all Stephan could take. Her orgasm around his cock was too much.

"Oh, god," he cried, "Gwen, I'm coming. I'm fucking coming." He pushed up hard against her, his cock throbbing deep within her cunt. His body shuddering as his cum spurted from his cock. He thrust again as he came hard deep inside her, emptying himself completely. He gasped for air, surprised by his lack of control and the frenzied nature of the way they fucked.

"Gwen," he panted, "you made me completely lose all control. I never lose control like that."

Gwen breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath. She smiled wickedly and asked, "Does that mean I pass?"

Stephan laughed loudly and pulled her in for a kiss. "Yes, darling, you pass with flying colors."

to be continued in Chapter 2...

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

In case you were wondering where I was...

I'm still here for you.

Longing for your touch.

Wanting to feel your body against mine.

My own hands tracing where yours should be.

Feeling bliss, yet needing more.

It won't be long now.