Savannah 1:5 - Fucking Stephan

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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...