Get Away (Closed for LitWriter2013)

[LitWriter2013]

Trent was about to give up on being with Samantha. He hadn't looked at a clock coming in, but it seemed like an eternity had passed. His cock, which had gone fully hard as he entered his bedroom had relaxed a bit and was laying back upon his curly mass of pubic hair when she rounded the corner.

And ... boing, alive it came again.

She laid beside him, propped on an elbow. "So... What was this about making love?"

Trent didn't hesitate. He reached up to Samantha's face into gentle hands and pulled their mouths together, kissing her lips long and soft. When they parted again, he whispered, "Tell me what makes you feel good, Sam. I want to make you feel good. I want to make you feel like ... oh, like you've never felt before..."

He meant it. Of course, he wanted to explode in ecstasy with those long legs wrapped about his torso, too. But he was a rather vane man when it came to sex, and to let a lover leave his bed unsatisfied was simply the worse thing that could ever happen to him.

He kissed her again, reaching a hand to her back to pull her body closer to his. He felt the wet cloth of her bra press against him and, with his lips still pressed to her, laughed. With a quick, practiced laugh, the back snap of her garment popped loose ... and they were, he hoped, beginning their on their path toward heaven.

 

[Sandi117]

His hands pulled her lips to him, and he kissed her, gentle and soft. She returned the kiss, her own hand snaking its way to rest in his hair, just behind his ear. He asked her, "Tell me what makes you feel good, Sam. I want to make you feel good. I want to make you feel like ... oh, like you've never felt before..." He laughed when he pulled them together, and she laughed as well when the back of her bra suddenly popped loose.

Sam shrugged the straps of the bra from her shoulders. Once her arms were free, she pulled the wet piece of clothing from between their bodies and tossed it to the floor. Her nipples her tight, hard and pressed against his chest. She felt his hardness against her, now trapped between their bodies.

He wanted to know what made her tick, but she honestly had a hard time answering that question for herself on many occasions. Her pleasure was rarely the main focus of her little trysts in the past, and it was refreshing, granted a little embarrassing, to have the focus on her versus her lover.

She reached for one of his hands and slowly pulled it between them. She guided his hand from her face to her shoulder, over her breast and nipple. Their hands traveled down her waist and beneath the fabric of her underwear. It was easy to guide his fingers between the wet lips of her pussy. Her hips rocked against his hand at the pressure and she inhaled sharply as she moved his fingers against her clit. "I guess we could start here," she breathe.

 

[LitWriter2013]

Samantha's body was cold to the touch, a result of the water still covering her, the high-above-the-city breeze that had enveloped her, and the exposure of being her in nothing more but a pair of wet panties.

But inside her was a different story. Trent's fingers slid between the labia of her wet pussy and found heavenly warmth. He met the to and fro movements of her hips with curling movements of his fingers, bringing to her clit the thick, slippery juices leaking from inside her anxious body.

He marveled at how sensitive she was to his touch, making him only want to touch her more. He played his fingers upon her clit, and occasionally inserted them inside her, to lubricate them further.

Quickly, he rolled her to her back, rose to his knees between her parted thighs, and grasped her panties. They stuck to her skin, resisting being shed, but off they went. He looked to pussy and, as she had, drew an excited, sharp breath. She was simply beautiful; erotically beautiful. And he wanted to be inside her so badly!

But that could wait. The next few minutes -- next few hours? -- were for her. He reached back to her pussy, resuming his manipulation of her clit as he leaned over her and kissed her passionately. He moved his lips to her neck, then to one then the other nipple. Then, peeking up at her through that unbelievable cleavage, he asked, "Can I put my mouth to you?"

He assumed that she knew that meant Go down on you. Trent had had a few women in his life -- particularly those who didn't know him well or were barely legal -- who'd been too self conscious or shy to have Trent put his mouth to their pussy, so he'd begun asking for permission to do so first.

Besides, he just liked to see or hear how a woman answered the question...

 

[Sandi117]

Shivers ran along her body, ribbons of pleasure from the work of his fingers quickly followed them. Sam allowed him to roll her to her back and she made herself comfortable. She lifted her hips off the bed some to help him in getting her panties off. She smiled at his reacting to her now fully naked body. Down there, she was shaved but for a patch just above her lips.

She returned his kiss, teasing his lips with her tongue. One hand rested at the back of his head, the other on his shoulder. Her hips moved against his hand again as he worked her, a soft moan escaping her mouth. With his lips on her neck, then her breasts, her nipples, she trembled, pushing them to his mouth. She looked down at him when he peaked up at her. "Can I put my mouth to you?

The redhead almost told him 'no'. She never really enjoyed having anyone go downtown in the past. She usually got bored quickly, no one ever knowing what they were doing. Plus, she was enjoying his fingers probably more than she should have been, and there was one other then she wanted more... But, maybe she could wait. Trent obviously knew much more and was much better. If she didn't like what he was doing, she'd just make him stop. That, or he'd force her to let him continue until she did enjoy herself. She laughed at the last thought.

"Go ahead, do whatever you want," she told him.

 

[LitWriter2013]

"Go ahead," she told him, almost seeming to Trent to be saying so reluctantly. "Do whatever you want."

He hesitated, not sure whether he should. But he'd asked and she wasn't stopping him.

With his eyes never leaving hers, him began a slow descent toward her pussy, kissing her breasts, suckling each nipple, kissing and licking at her belly. And the entire time he'd been doing this, the fingers of one hand had continued to fondle her clit, occasionally dipping into her pussy for a little more of her own lubricant.

It was exciting to watch her reactions to the workings of his fingers and mouth. Unlike so many men for whom pleasuring a woman was just a way to ensure that she let him do what he wanted to her during the fuck, Trent's first priority had always been the satisfaction of his lover. He could recall an episode of "Two and a Half Men" in which Charlie Sheen's character -- referring to sexual satisfaction -- had said that his policy was "Ladies first".

Trent felt the same way, though he'd never been able to totally convince himself that he, too, didn't do it to ensure that he got his way later. But, he could remember a great many times when he pleasured his lover and didn't pursue his own pleasure; never took his pants off, never had her hands upon him! It had been totally about his lover and her needs.

That didn't happen often between a man and woman, but it happened between Trent and his lovers more often than anyone would have believed.

When his mouth reached the little patch of hair at Samantha's groin, he twisted his head left, kissing the inside of her thigh erotically, so close to her pussy that his cheek pressed against her swollen labia. He repeated the gesture to the right, again pressing his face against her wet, warm fleshy folds.

He was about to turn his gaze back to Samantha's eyes again as he pressed his lips to her labia but thought against it. She might feel self conscious to have him staring at her as he ate her out. He kissed her softly, then separated her warm folds softly touching fingers and extended his tongue to lick at her inner, pink folds.

She tasted so good. Trent couldn't help but wonder whether she naturally tasted so perfect or had had some feminine products in her bag that he hadn't taken notice of and -- thinking she might get laid -- had prepared herself. Either way, he loved the taste of her. He showed it, too, by taking his time at her pussy, licking and kissing and sucking at her, listening for what seemed to make her feel good.

He'd been taught something and thought it was a good time to put that education to work. He turned his palm upwards, gently inserted his longest two fingers into her, and massaged the patch of soft flesh of her vagina directly behind her clit. He'd been told that the illusive "G" spot -- which wasn't in the same exact spot on all women -- more often than not was here.

He pressed his mouth firmer to her, adopting a consistent tongue manipulation of her clit as his fingers went to work inside her.

 

[Sandi117]

She watched him as he traveled down her body, which twitched from the touch of his hand. She gripped the sheets with her hands, moaning, her head laying on the pillow again, eyes closing. Sam gave small giggles as he went over some sensitive, ticklish areas of her skin. She cried out at the first long touch of his tongue.

He took his time, slowly working her arousal higher and higher. "Oh my... God..." she breathed out, her hands clenching at the sheets underneath her once again.

When he added those fingers... She looked down at him, his head between her legs, mouth on her sex. "Fuck!" Her hips lifted up off the bed, and head back to the pillow as his fingers began to work her. Her heels dug in as she tried not to clench her thighs shut and suffocate Trent, but was having quite a difficult time doing so. Her moans were much louder now, she writhed underneath his tongue and his hand. That slow ascent to euphoria was growing much quicker now with each stroke of his fingers, each touch of his tongue.

She was glad she told him to go ahead. More than glad. Her cries of pleasure were more than proof of that.

 

[LitWriter2013]

Samantha was writhing all about, the pleasure causing her entire body to shift and twist and rock this way and that at Trent's touch. He loved this, watching his lover enjoying what he was doing to her. She was heading for heaven, but Trent was already there.

He continued to work outside and inside her pussy, searching for those perfect places to stimulate with her tongue and fingers. He could tell by her sudden reaction that he'd found it. He stayed with what he knew was really driving her crazy now.

She was going to cum, he knew. The only question he had was whether or not, once that first wave struck her, she would allow him to stay down on her. His intention was to remain as he was for as long as she allowed, only coming up for air when she commanded him to stop.

 

[Sandi117]

She bucked, she twisted, she couldn't stay still. She hoped he was enjoying this half as much as she was, his touch was sweet torture. He moved almost methodically, trying to find the right places to take her to the edge, and then over. He found them, and stayed there, pushing her higher and higher, driving her mad.

Her heart pounded in her chest. Her breathing was labored and ragged, colors began swimming before her eyes. "I'm... Oh fuck!" She couldn't even get the words out, her mind wouldn't work, seeming as if the only words out past her lips were swear words. She was close, teetering on the swords edge.

"Ohhh, Trent!" she cried out. What should could only describe as Her body convulsed as the furst wave of her orgasm hit her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the rode out the pleasure, each surge sending more spasms through her body, along with each movement of his tongue and fingers still on her and in her, working her further than she thought possible.

 

[LitWriter2013]

At one point, Trent had peeked up through Samantha's canyon of cleavage and found her head back and eyes closed. He began watching her intently at that point, studying her reaction to his work. He'd always loved watching a woman cum -- or, if she couldn't, at least writhe about to his workings between her thighs.

Seeing Samantha orgasm was a treat. Her hands, clenching at the sheets, popped the elastic edges free; her body bucked below him; she cried out, using his name, which for some reason was an extra ego boost in what he was doing to her.

He didn't stop what he was doing to her at the signs of her climaxing, though. He continued with his mouth and the fingers of one hand, while the other hand wrapped around her thigh and -- in conjunction with that same shoulder -- held her in place upon the bed.

Trent knew what was coming, and sure enough -- as she just began her descent from her mountain high, Samantha reached a hand down to the top of his head and urged him to pull back.

He didn't. He simply continued, and despite the gentle urgings of her fingers against his skull, he went forward. A moment later, Samantha exploded again, once more screaming out his name as her back arched and the wave of euphoria ripped through her.

He did this to her four times -- possibly five, as the last were coming close together -- before she finally took a handful of his top notch and forcefully pulled his mouth away from her pussy. Trent obliged, gently pulling his fingers from inside her and laying them and his palm over her genitals area, as if creating a human thong to hide her. It was something he'd begun doing with his first girl friend oh so many years ago because she had always been so self conscious of him staring at her pussy, so exposed as she laid there, post-orgasm, with her legs splayed our upon the bed.

As Trent watched her, he was awed by the way she had so easily taken the rapid, multiple orgasms given to her by what amounted to a stranger. Oh, sure, she had a little alcohol in her, but he doubted that that had made a significant difference. He hoped Samantha had a bit of trust in him, despite his earlier attempt to sell her to yet and even more stranger stranger. He wanted to believe that she had given herself to him so freely because she felt an ease with him.

Of course, for all Trent knew, she had rock and rolled like this under a different man every night since she'd hit the road. Just thinking that depressed him a bit, so he tried to convince him that this had been something special to her.

When Samantha released her almost painful grip upon her handful of his hair and slid those fingers down to his cheek, he took it as a sign that the rapture she was feeling was subsiding. He slid up her body, kissing her belly, her breasts, her neck, and finally -- with the taste of her still upon his lips and cheeks -- her lips.

Down below, he'd been very nimbly using his thighs to part and lift her own and maneuvering the head of his rock hard dick until he felt the warm, wet folds that he'd been so skillfully pleasing.

"You liked that?" he asked in a soft whisper.

Even before she could answer, he pushed gently but steadily forward and, with a deep breath, felt his cock penetrating her.

My turn, he thought, as he rose to support his weight and watch Samantha on locked elbows.

 

[Sandi117]

She rode out the waves of her orgasm. She grabbed at Trent's hair as he continued doing what he was doing. The sensations overtaking her body, the ripples of pleasure were surely going to kill her. Her heart felt as if it were going to explode. If she died, at least it was in one of the best ways possible, the feeling only being able to be described as pure ecstasy, heaven. She tried to pull him away, but her strength was gone. He was holding her down, his fingers still in her soaking pussy, rubbing, tongue still teasing and manipulating her clit.

She was well on her way to climaxing again. He knew exactly what he was doing down there, what he was doing to her. Her hips would have raised up off the bed again had he not been holding her down. Once again her body began to twitch and shake uncontrollably. She gripped the hair in her hand tighter, the sheets in her other hand just as much. Her back arched, her moan can out in a shaky voice, but loud nonetheless.

Right when she thought she was going to get a break, he kept her going right on up to heaven again. Two more times again, or was it three? It was hard to tell. At one point, it felt as if fluid had rushed out of her when she came. Samantha didn't care. She finally couldn't take it anymore. With all the strength she could muster, Samantha forcefully pulled him away from her. This time he complied, and she thanked God he did. Her breathing was heavily, her body still twitching and shaking.

She looked down at him and released his hair, realizing she still had a death grip on his short locks. Her hand slid down to his cheek before she let her arm fall to the bed, her head back against the pillow, trying to catch her breath. If that were all he was going to do to her, for her, she would be perfectly fine with that. She was completely sated, her body totally spent.

But he wasn't done, she should've known that. He kissed his way back up her, kissed her lips. She could still taste herself on his own lips. Trent nudged her legs apart with his own and positioned his hard cock against the wet lips of her pussy. "You liked that?" he'd whispered into her ear. She didn't even have time to say 'yes' or nod her head before he pushed into her. She moaned out, her voice now beginning to go hoarse. Her hands, that had moved to his shoulders, moved down his strong back, raking her nails on his skin. Her hips moved up against his. Her body hummed from what he had already done to her, and in anticipation of what he was going to do.

 

[LitWriter2013]

Trent sunk into her -- slowly, ever so slowly -- all the way to his hilt, giving out a long, guttural groan. She was so warm, so wet, and so tight. Her pussy wrapped around his length, gripping him in heaven.

Deep inside her, he simply laid there for a long, long moment. He could feel her still twitching body against his own body and, wonderfully, his entire shaft. She almost reminded of sitting naked atop a functional clothes dryer: the warmth and gentle trembling of her post-orgasmic body sending incredible sensations through him.

He could have simply rested her motionless forever, enjoying the feel of her. But Trent wanted to cum, and cum now. He pulled his cock almost entirely out of her, feeling her opening around the notch of his circumcised head before again slowly inserting the full length into her again.

He practically growled at the feel of her taking hold of him again. That ... was going to make his explode within her. Trent withdrew again, thrust deeply, then again, and again, and again. And each time, he moved with a bit more speed and a bit more power, until finally he was almost pounding his groin against hers, releasing loud grunts of exertion with each slap of their groins.

"Oh, god, Sam, oh god!" he was groaning, kissing her cheeks and shoulders ... or at least trying to as his entire body worked to drive him to climax. As the pleasure welled and announced its imminent arrival, he lifted his upper torso to locked elbows and looked down upon her, still groaning loudly with every thrust. "Fuck! Oh, fuck, Sam..."

He was close! He was beyond the point of no return, moaning loudly. He slowed, suddenly not in such a hurry to orgasm, wanting to extend this incredible feeling building within him. But, it was too late. With a great groan, he arched his back, his eyes looking to the heavens -- or at least the chandelier -- as his cock jumped within Samantha, firing his load deeply into her depths.

Trent pressed his groin hard against her pussy and rode out the wonderful orgasm. Again and again and again, his cock jumped inside her, losing it power slowly and surely but all the while wonderfully as well. His heart thumped within his chest, and -- as his head came down and he looked to Samantha again -- his breathing was shallow and erratic as the pleasure seemed to bounce around inside him like a marble loose in the bottom of a roller coaster car.

Trent lowered his weight to his elbows, but even there his strength failed him. His let his torso fall to Samantha's body, then -- reaching a hand to her ass and grasping tightly -- rolled them both until she was laying atop his gasping, quivering body.

When he could finally form the words, he simply whispered, "My god, Sam ... that was ... my god ... you're great."

 

[Sandi117]

He laid there for what seemed like a long while after he had fully pushed his entire length into her, their groins seeming to fit together like a puzzle. Her body still quivered under him, around him. Her nails went from digging into his back to gentle scratches up and down his skin. She felt completely at ease laying there underneath him, this man that she barely knew, who had just taken her in one of the most intimate ways, and now another. The level of comfort she felt with Trent surprised her a bit, but she enjoyed it, just as she enjoyed the feeling of him on her and inside her.

He finally moved, slowly withdrawing from her, and Samantha tilted her hips hip against his as he pushed into her again. The movement repeated, speeding up, more power behind his thrusts. Involuntarily, she tensed for a moment a his pace quickened, force increased behind each plunge of his long, hard dick into her wet pussy. The last timed, which was a long time ago, she had been fucked this hard, it hurt. However, he had her so primed from the numerous orgasms, and the angle her had her hips at... She cried out in pleasure from the feeling thrusts. The redhead was well on her way to cumming again.

"Oh, god, Sam, oh god!" He kissed her cheeks, neck, and shoulders... She smiled as he groaned and growled out her name. She kissed his jaw, then his lips again, passionately, the taste of her juices still lingering on them. He'd moved to leaning on his elbows, looking down at her with lust filled eyes, her eyes reflecting the same longing and desire. Her hands gripped tightly at his shoulders, she kissed at his chest before moaning again., her head falling back, her body arching against him. Her thighs tightened against his hips, legs pulling against his ass as if trying to get him deeper than he already were. She fell over the cliff of euphoria, her orgasm hitting her strong.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck, Sam..." His movements slowed, she knew he was right there with her. She bucked against him, still cumming, feeling him press hard against her one final time as he finally had his own release.

They both finally seemed to come down from heaven, and she saw Trent gazing down at her when she finally opened her eyes again. He lowered his body on hers, allowing all of his weight to cover her for a moment before rolling them, switching their positions to where she laid atop of him. he whisper in her ear and she smiled, laying her head down on his chest, trying to catch her breath again as well. She could hear his heart pounding, thumping away in his chest. She was sure the whole hotel could hear them, their moans, groans, and cries of pleasure.

She moved, adjusting herself to be propped up on one elbow. Chin in hand, she looked at him, a small smile seeming to be plasted on her face. "That... Was incredible." She wasn't sure how else to describe it. Out of this world? Unbelievable? No word or phrase simply fit it.

Samantha traced circles on his chest with her other hand, a fidgeting movement. After all that, she felt as if he knew her better than anyone ever had. She still knew hardly anything about him, other than he did very well in the business he ran, if it could even be called that. She decided to ask him. "So... How did you become a... A pimp?" She almost made a face at her words, it sounded so tawdy. "If that's even what you are... Would an 'Escort Manager' be a better term?"

 

[LitWriter2013]

(OOC: Not much time. Sorry.)

Trent smiled at her use of the term pimp, then laughed when she tried to give his career choice a less tawdry title.

"No ...pimp is correct." There was no shame in his tone. He fulfilled a vital service, he filled it well, and he got paid well for it. He protected his girls as well as he could, and when he couldn't, he made those who wrong him and his pay ...sometimes dearly.

Clients concluded their business with Trent in one of two ways: never forgetting the joy his girls had given them, or never forgetting the pain he had.

"I know we went iver this once before," he said softly, leaning up to press his lips to her sweaty forehead for a long moment. "You could make a fortune in my business."

When she didn't answer immediately, he recalled a "situation" facing him and added, "Or ... if you wanted a less compromising adventurer, I have a task that needs the ...woman's touch."

In truth, what he had in mind could turn out to be more compromising than parting her tbighs for a stranger. But ...it paid in the five figures, so ...he felt she deserved the opportunity, after the fuck she'd just given him.

 

[Sandi117]

She frowned at him. He avoided her question, just as he had done with many of the innocent questions she'd asked in the car. If she was going to consider staying with him, working for him, then she wanted to know more about who he was and what she could possibly be getting herself into.

"I know..." She realized that there was money, lots and lots of money. However, Sam just never considered ever sleeping with more than one person, she had always been monogamous. She'd had one-night stands in the past, but often felt dirty and sometimes used afterwards. At least she would get paid...

She raised an eyebrow at the last bit he added. Less compromising, but needed a woman's touch? What about his other 'employees', the girls who already worked for him? Surly he had to have considered them for whatever job this was.

"Why would you want me for that? You have other girls," she pointed out, speaking softly, slowly, almost not wanting to say the words at all. She was curious, and she was sure that was obvious to him.