Savannah Does...Houston?

Road Trip Journal VII

Week 1: Her Houston Houseboy

Idly, Savannah peered at him over the rim of her wineglass. He looked almost peaceful. Almost. In fact, when one observed him more closely, he looked dazed. Perhaps that last rum and coke had been too much. In any case, the color was returning to his cheeks. But turned a little pale when he observed his predicament.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.

"Good evening, Glen," she chirped pleasantly. Amused, she watched as his eyes struggled to take in the situation he found himself in, as well as struggle to move. But he couldn't move, of course. As he was tied firmly to the bed, completely naked. He struggled briefly at his bonds but gave up when they didn't give.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.

"Hmm, I would think it was obvious, dear. But, perhaps you're not as smart as I'd thought; which is quite sad really; you being a teacher and all."

She laughed at the dumbfounded expression on his face. It was only last night that she'd been at his mercy. And although he hadn't tied her up, he had used other means. Bonds of pleasure and anticipation, that had made her scream her need at him, on the very bed he was now tied securely to.

He laughed nervously at the intent expression on her face. Just what was she planning, he worried to himself.

"Okay, babe, joke's over.....untie me, so I can give you some lovin' sugar." He smiled confidently at her.

"Oh, I don't think so, babe," she returned. "No, I have ideas that need expression. I'm sure you won't mind assisting. You've been very mindful of my needs so far." And she laughed.

His gaze was drawn to her sexily shod feet. One leg was crossed over the other, which swung back and forth to an unheard rhythm. Delicately she swiped at the rim of her glass, running her tongue leisurely along the edge. He swallowed as he began to feel the stirring of his dick.

Almost trance-like, he observed her free hand run slowly across her collarbone and back again. Back and forth, back and forth. Minutely it made its way to rest on the swell of her right breast, pausing briefly, before sliding over her pebbled nipple. He could see the nub strain through her gauzy robe.

She continued rubbing that nipple, occasionally pinching and rolling it between thumb and forefinger. He couldn't help the mindless groan that escaped. Her hand then moved over to pay equal attention to her other breast. Slowly, she parted her legs, allowing her high-heeled feet to plant firmly on the floor.

One finger dipped into the wine and made a slow wet trail around her nipples. The see-through material clung more tightly to her shapely breasts. Again she wet her finger in her wine, but this time slid it between her legs, onto her swollen clitty. His dick throbbed in painful arousal. The witch would kill him at this rate!

She lowered the wineglass near her crotch, and carefully tipped it, allowing a small stream to run between her legs. A little mew escaped her lips and his dick twitched in response to that delicious sound. Gently, she rubbed the wine into her skin, over her clit, her pussy lips, and then dipped her soaked fingers just inside her pussy.

His hips jerked on the bed; he was imagining his dick buried in that hot little twat. He knew how it felt, how tight she would be around him, her greedy little muscles contracting and releasing on his cock. He groaned again.

"Oh, babe, you're so hot, so perfect, come over here.......let me feel you," he entreated.

Ignoring him, she continued stimulating herself with the cool wine, pouring more and more of it over her heated flesh until it was all gone. Placing the wineglass carefully on the floor, she spread her legs further, enabling a better view of her wet pussy.

One of her hands played on her breasts, squeezing and lifting them, while her other hand was occupied at her snatch. Savannah closed her eyes and masturbated, four fingers stuffed as deep as they would go. She could hear his heavy breathing, his soft groans of frustration. It was going well.

She brought herself to orgasm, once, twice, three times. All the while Glen begged her to ride him. Drunk on her power over him, she stood up and sauntered over to his prostrate form. She observed his straining dick with much satisfaction. Yes, things were going quite well.

She toed her shoes off and carefully stepped up onto the bed. She stood over him, her legs on either side with her pussy above his head. He couldn't help but see her swollen clit and juiced pussy. A small bit laced her thighs. She dipped one finger inside and then sucked on it, tasting herself. He moaned in need.

She crouched above him, but just out of reach of his eager mouth. Helplessly he watched as her fingers stroked and plunged. His nose twitched with the scent of her.

"You're driving me crazy, baby" he moaned.

"Excellent, I want you to be crazy....crazy and wild."

She stood up and turned facing his feet, then crouched on her knees, with her ass pointing his direction; still out of reach. Delicately, she blew across the head of his cock, emitting frustrated moans from the man under her.

She rolled and twitched her ass at him, being careful not to come within licking distance. Though she craved to feel his tongue on her, the point of this exercise was to drive him to the edge.

Glen continued his pleas for her to suck on him. Instead, in a sudden reversal, she was once again facing him, straddled across his thighs. He felt her slick pussy ride his thigh, just below his engorged cock. Intermittently, her mound brushed his balls, causing him to jerk and flex.

And then, finally, he felt that hot, little cunt slide along the length of his dick. Her juices coated him as she moved on him....but never taking him inside. Valiantly, he tried lifting himself up, to force a penetration, but laughing wickedly she would back away until he stopped moving. Sweat broke out on his face. He could feel that he was about to explode. He only hoped she would take mercy on him and let him fuck her first.

"Oh, damn, baby, fuck me Savannah, I can't take much more," he pleaded.

And in fact, Savannah thought to herself, it seemed it might be true. And so...

She stopped moving altogether, though it was a difficult thing to accomplish. Her body cried out for fulfillment, to have that wonderful dick buried deep inside. But, she wasn't quite done with him yet. After he had quieted somewhat under her, she moved down until her mouth was above his cock. Very carefully, softly, she took him inside her mouth, and with unhurried movements, began sucking and licking.

He arched off the bed, as much as his bindings would allow. His flesh contracted in delicious agony. Her hot mouth totally enveloped him, the wet cavern nearly driving him over. But she continued with her gentle assault, never quickening her assault. Her tongue darted out to graze along his shaft, finally coming to rest in the tip of his cock.

His breathing became labored in his efforts to hold back. His balls tightened almost painfully. And then she stopped.

"No, baby, no, I need you".

With relief he watched as she crawled back up him. Her hand guided his dick to her pussy, and in one swift downward thrust, impaled herself on him.

"Oh, fuck yeah, soooo good", he cried.

Savannah leaned back over his thighs, affording him an unimpeded view of her pussy swallowing his dick whole. Her hands reached back and untied his feet. Immediately, he planted his feet firmly on the mattress and began fucking her in earnest. His pelvis pounded up at her, and now it was Savannah's turn to moan. Her pussy squeezed tightly around him, she rode him hard. Bending forward, she let one hand loose from its bonds.

That hand grabbed her by the ass and grind her down on top of him. Their bodies slid against each other, wetly. She kissed him wildly, and sucked on his lower lip. When he thrust his tongue at her she sucked on that as well. He could feel his balls tighten further when she did. Any minute now and he would lose it.

They raced toward the end, both of them now frantic for completion. Flesh slapped against flesh, their moans and groans became indistinguishable from another.

"Untie my other hand", he implored.

Savannah did so quickly, trying not to slow the pace. Almost there now. Almost.

The second he was free he grabbed her by the waist and rolled her under him. He lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders, bringing her tight up against him. His neck arched, his eyes boring into her own, he strived to give her pleasure while at the same time reaching for his own.

Savannah squeezed and pinched her nipples, the arrow of pleasure shooting directly to her crotch. It was enough to send her tumbling into ecstasy. She screamed his name as she came.

"Oh, fuck yeah", he approved.

And then he jerked above her as his release hit. He felt his balls erupt with that wonderful electric pulse. Yet still he pounded into her, unable or unwilling to end their union. But, finally, he did stop. Rolling to the side, he laid his head on her breasts.

"You wicked woman", he chided playfully.

And smiling to herself, Savannah could hardly wait to see how he would react the plans she had made for the next day. She thought that perhaps she would look delicious in pink saran wrap!!

Week 2: Live! From Houston...

A blindfold, nipple chains, and a double dong lay temptingly on the bed. Standing at the end of the bed, Savannah looked with eager anticipation at the accessories. She stood naked save a pair of black high-heeled shoes and a choker collar around her neck. Attached to the choker was a long braided gold chain, the end of which was firmly grasped by a dark, sinful looking man. All she knew of him, aside from his obviously delicious physical attributes, was his name; Tracy. He tugged gently at the chain and pulled her alongside him until they both stood on one side of the bed.

She waited patiently for his next command.

And waited.

And waited.

It was some time before he finally spoke. But his words thrilled her.

"Lean over and pick up the dong, Savannah....with your mouth."

Eagerly she did as she was told. It took a few tries; she shook with excitement and it was difficult to hold firmly onto the dong. Eventually she achieved her goal; one end stuffed in her mouth.

"Kneel on the bed facing away from me." His rich voice rubbed erotically along her nerve endings, causing an electric shiver to ride her spine.

Kneeling on the bed, she found it difficult to maintain her balance and still grasp the dong in her mouth, but was able to manage without too much wobbling of the legs. She felt him rub his engorged dick along the crease of her ass; up and down, up and down. Savannah moaned around the dong. He was so thick and so hot. She whimpered with her need to feel him buried deep in her ass.

"Shove one end of the dong in your pussy for me baby, real deep."

Excitedly she obeyed, having no trouble burying it until it could go no further. Her pussy dripped, soaking her lips and thighs. She began to move the dong inside her, but his arm reached around and stopped the motion.

"Not just yet. Be patient."

Unwillingly she stopped the thrusting motion and held still. But in the next moment her disappointment faded as she felt his finger probe her ass. His finger was well lubed, and surged deeply into her dark hole. Over and over it forged into her, going deeper and deeper. Her pussy clenched tightly around the dong and she moaned at the feel of her ass being simultaneously stimulated. His strokes grew more forceful and quickened with each upward surge. And then a second finger probed and stroked. And then a third. And finally a fourth, until her ass was stretched fully; ready.

"Oh, please, fuck me", she begged. "Fuck my ass, baby."

Tracy groaned behind her; she had such a marvelous ass; full and rounded. He couldn't wait to be buried to the hilt in that ass. She was so tight. But...

"Not yet," he panted. "Reach over and put on the nipple chains, nice and snug."

With unsteady hands, Savannah looped the two ends of the chains around her nipples, tightening them until they were firmly attached. The pressure was erotic but not painful. A hand reached around and tugged delicately on the chain. She gasped at the intensity of the sting. It arrowed down straight to her pussy, causing her to spasm deliciously around the dong and his fingers still buried deeply inside her ass.

As with a mind of its own, her body rose and fell against the intrusions, rolling and surging repeatedly. His deep voice encouraged, "that's it baby, fuck yeah, ride it hard....that juicy pussy is hungry; I think it wants my cock, baby...." Her moan was answer enough. A hand removed the dong from her pussy, but soon his thick dick had replaced it, heavy and hard inside her. They groaned together at the exquisite pleasure. For a moment he was still, absorbing how sensational it felt; planted deeply inside where it was wet and hot and tight.

He moaned roughly and then began moving, grinding his cock from side to side. His fingers still worked at her ass, and Savannah could not hold back her orgasm. Her pussy quivered around him, contracted sharply.

"More, more, I want more", she pleaded.

Obligingly he gave more; both hands grasped her by the ass and pounded roughly into her over and over. Her eyes closed briefly in bliss; her body felt weak yet oddly energized. Little arrows of small electric shocks traveled their way from the tips of her toes to the very top of her head. This time her orgasm began deep inside her ass, triggering another explosion in her tight, little cunt. Moaning, she lifted heavy eyes open, and gasped in shock.

The wall she faced had been raised, revealing a solid panel of glass. On the other side of the glass stood possibly ten people, mostly men, who were avidly watching her and Tracy. Savannah was stunned; she'd had no idea that would she would be put on display. All of them were naked and completely aroused. Their eyes glittered back at her, their hands touching and fondling themselves; sometimes straying to touch the person next to them. She found she was unbearably aroused; all those eyes on her, watching her being fucked. She moaned incoherently to Tracy, though he thought perhaps he had heard "faster" somewhere in there. He was happy to oblige, but first.....

He quickly pulled out of her sopping cunt and placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her ass. With a purposeful stroke, he buried his cock deep in her ass. He moved slowly at first, wanting to let her adjust to his girth. He waited patiently until the moment when she enthusiastically pushed back at him, her moans signaling her extreme pleasure. His pace increased; it was all Savannah could do to maintain her kneeling position on the bed, so forceful were his thrusts.

Momentarily, she was distracted by a movement from the corner of her eye. One man stood apart from the group; he was naked like the rest but wore a mask. The mask was simple in design. Bold silver and gold intertwined in random patterns on the cheekbone area, all on a domino colored background. A harlequin with pizzazz. His hand idly stroked his thick cock, his eyes boldly appraised every inch of her. There was something familiar in his manner, though her senses were so overwhelmed she did not know how. He advanced closer to the glass separating them; his stroking increased in tempo. It matched the frantic pounding of her pulse, and precisely matched the speed with which Tracy was pounding into her.

Maintaining eye contact she wet her fingers in her own juices and plunged them into her pussy. Faster and faster she stroked until she also matched the tempo. A few minutes later she exploded, her nectar flowing over her fingers. Behind her Tracy grunted his pleasure, pulling out and shooting his hot cum over her ass and the back of her legs. But Savannah barely felt it as she watched the masked man unload, his cum landing forcefully on the glass between them. Savannah sucked on her fingers, tasting herself, but really wanting to taste him.

"Oh, fuck baby, you are so hot, so fucking good."

Tracy's words of praise finally penetrated her foggy mind and she turned to smile at him. He laid her back on the bed and she could feel he was once again aroused and ready for more. She turned her head to look at the masked man again, but he had disappeared. She had a feeling she had not seen the last of him, and grinned.

Week 3: Delicate Negotiations

Savannah eyed the man across from her with more than just idle curiosity. Average in height, dark green eyes, and thick black hair; on the surface he seemed unprepossessing. But she knew that assumption to be false. He was a ruthless businessman; savvy, unpredictable, and sharp. This would be her last week in Houston, as the new office was up and running. The only thing that remained was negotiations with the man sitting across from her. Highly diversified, one of his holdings was an antiques company. He had come highly recommended through a colleague, but she was finding that however high quality his merchandise may be, his prices were higher. Still, she could afford to pay the higher cost. Her business was booming.

He leaned forward to emphasize a point, and she shook herself out of her reverie to pay closer attention. Civilized his clothes may be, but she knew a shark when she saw it.

"You will find, Ms. DuBois, that no other antiques dealer in the area can provide you with not only a higher quality of merchandise, but also a better variety. All you need do is sign."

He pushed the contract across to her. She had diligently gone over it last night with her lawyer, and she knew she would not get a better deal. Picking up her pen, she signed it with a flourish.

"I have no doubts that this will be a highly profitable arrangement for the both of us, Mr. Reed."

So saying, she stood up and held out her hand to seal the deal with a handshake. Taking her hand in his, he nodded in agreement.

"No doubt it will be, Ms. DuBois. But one that is also very....stimulating."

Still holding her hand in his, he rounded the corner of the desk and approached. Only when he was toe-to-toe with her did she realize his intent. Eyes wide, Savannah did not protest when he kissed her. Nor did she protest when, minutes later, he walked over to the door of his office and very purposely locked it.

"Now that business is out of the way, Savannah, perhaps we can move on to more delicate negotiations."

She had wondered why he had not responded before to her subtle flirting, but now she knew. It seemed Mr. Reed had definite ideas on sexual protocol. He stood before her once again, sans his shoes and tie. One hand on her waist, he leaned into her, making his excitement quite clear to her. His dick was full and hard against her; her pussy clenched at the boldness of his action. She spread her legs apart in invitation, wanting to feel it glide along her lips. He accommodated the unspoken request. He lifted her skirt to around her waist, allowing a closer contact.

"I can already feel you wet and hot on me."

Savannah moaned as she rode him, and even with clothes between them, she came. It was so unexpected she couldn't help but gasp. She grabbed onto his arms to steady herself, but then she was being lifted and then seated on the edge of his desk.

"This is going to be so damn good," he groaned.

Eagerly Savannah undid his belt and pants, reaching inside his boxers to hold his hot dick. He jerked in her hand, but then began moving in her palm. His head rested on hers, his eyes briefly closing in pleasure as she molded him and caressed him. Her thumb made patterns on the head of his cock, and it wasn't long before she had drawn pre-cum to the very tip. Giving a gentle push against his chest, she knelt before him. Pulling his pants down and then off, she looked greedily on his throbbing dick.