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.
to be continued...
"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.
to be continued...
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