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Sensory Overload

By: MidWestPrincess



Savannah carefully stepped out of the shower, taking extra precautions to not slip on the puddle of water forming by the base of the tub. Wiping the steam off the mirror, she checked her face for any unwanted blemishes so she could make sure they were aptly covered. Tonight had to be perfect in every way. Finally, after two years of internet dating, they were in the same place at the same time. They were finally going to be able to spend Valentine's together instead of the cute, but lonely dates they'd had on the phone. 

Turning on old school hip hop, Savannah turned her sights on the kitchen. It was time to get dinner cooking. She wasn't sure what she'd done to be blessed with a man like Xavier, but thankfully she did it. Since moving to his town six months prior, she'd been planning and plotting for this exact night to show him exactly how grateful she was to him. 

The familiar sound of base got closer to the apartment. With his traditional honk, he let her know that he was there. Usually, she just came down but when she wasn't there in five minutes, he'd come up to see what was taking her so long. So, she took her time with her make up. She was going for full sensory overload. Aaron Neville was now flowing through the speaker. Hearing; check The candles were a mixture of vanilla and lavender. That would fall under smells. The food was now out on the table all neat and nice so taste would be taken care of. All though really, there were things she wanted to taste, but food was the farthest thing from her mind. With a final spray of her perfume, his visual was now ready. And not a moment too soon, the door was opening as she slinked into the living room.

"What part of 'be ready when I get here' did you not," his sentence died off when he fully entered the room, "Woah, what do we have here?" Silently he let the door shut behind him. With out looking back, he made sure the door was locked. His eyes swept the living room, drinking in the whole scene before settling his eyes on her. 

"Happy Valentine's Day baby," 

"Happy Valentine's Day to you too. It's a good thing we didn't have reservations," 

"I've got all you need here," she said motioning to the table, "What do you say we stay in tonight?"

"I say that's a damn good idea," without any resistance, she allowed his large hands to pull her body to his. His dark ebony skin resting against her pale white flesh was all the visual her eyes needed to cause her brain to kick into overdrive. His tongue parted her lips, teasing and tasting what she'd been sampling on. Reluctantly, she pulled back. If they got started now, the food would get cold.

"Are you hungry?" It seemed like an odd question, but he'd thank her later.

"Five minutes ago, I was starving. Now, I could give a damn about food," 

Savannah's hard nipples strained against the satin fabric of her bra, the straps were almost off her body completely. Normally she should, but she knew their guests wouldn't mind. 

"It's okay," she unlocked the door, stepping back so their guest could walk in the apartment. "Don't be rude baby, come say hi,"

"Um what? We're a little," he lost his train of thought when he rounded the corner to see Savannah kissing a hot blonde in a trench coat.

"This is Stella, she works in the office with me. I couldn't really afford to get you much for Valentine's Day, so I had to improvise." 

"I've always admired the way you thought outside the box,"

The three adults shared a laugh, "Sit on the couch baby, enjoy the show,"

He sat on the couch, unbuttoning his pants so he could get comfortable. Savannah continued kissing on Stella, slowly unbuttoning her trench coat. She pushed the garment off Stella's body, just as surprised as X to see that she wasn't wearing a bra; just silver studded bikini cut underwear. Stella moaned, running her fingers through Savannah's hair when Savannah nuzzled her nipple in between her teeth.

"Ooh shit," 

She knew that groan. He was starting to get worked up. Savannah looked over to see Xavier with his dick in his hand.

"You know Stella; I think X is way over dressed," 

Stella nodded, "I was just thinking the same thing,"

Savannah sat on the couch next to her lover, unbuttoning his shirt. She slowly kissed each new patch of skin that was revealed. Stella sunk to her knees, gingerly unbuttoning his pants. Savannah helped him out of his shirt as Stella pulled his pants off his legs. Xavier's tongue snaked into her mouth as Stella's mouth smothered his thick black cock. Savannah moaned into his kiss as he pushed her bra out of the way, kneading her breasts firmly. 

"Now you're wearing too much," he breathed, careful not to break their kiss. He finished unbuttoning her bra and shoving her panties and skirt off her body. Stella moved faster on X's cock, causing his breathing to become labored. Savannah slipped off the couch, crawling down towards Stella's lower half. A sense of satisfaction pushed Savannah to please Stella further when both Stella and X, reacted to her flicking Stella's clit with her tongue. 

Xavier's pink tongue darted out, wetting his dry lips as he looked down to see the girls passing his dick around like a straw. Stella took him into her throat, causing him to moan louder than the music that was playing. The way he was panting, Savannah knew he was close. Dropping her head lower, she bathed his balls with long, slow licks. She applied a soft suction to his nifkin, the skin between just below his balls. He ran his fingers through her hair as she used quick flicks of the tip of her tongue to bring him to the brink. She motioned to Stella, knowing exactly how to finish him. Stella placed his dick in between her tits. As he thrust forward, Stella took the tip of his dick in her mouth, sucking gently before he brought his hips back down. If it got Xavier half as hot as it did her, he should be erupting any minute. The grip he had on the back of her head tightened as he entangled his hands in her hair. 

"Oh fuck. Here it comes," 

Savannah latched on to his nifkin like a vacuum attachment as Xavier groaned loudly. She felt the familiar tremor rush through his body as he began to cum. The other two girls scrambled around him to get a taste of his cum. Savannah pushed up next to him on the couch, cuddling next to him as their guests cleaned him off. He kissed her collarbone, then her cheek and then her lips.

"That was fantastic baby, thank you,"

She kissed him back, a knowing smile on her lips. Motioning for the girls to get up, "It's not over yet," she stood up, holding her hand out to him. Holding hands, she lead him into the bedroom, that was lit only by the glow of the candles. 

She'd taken down all the knick knacks on the shelves and replaced them with candles. Every thing on the dressers had been put neatly in the closet. Candles sat where their pictures usually did. There were so many candles in the room the temperature went up a few degrees. 

"You've thought of everything tonight haven't you?" he pulled her to him so her back was against him.

"The fun as just begun," she promised. She lead him over to a chair and joined Stella on the bed. She straddled Stella's face, her back to the head board. She leaned down, putting her tongue back in Stella's pussy. The way Stella sucked on her own clit caused Savannah to become more excited, taking her excitement out on Stella's pussy.

Stella writhed under her, her muscles tightened around Savannah's tongue. With a loud screech, juices flowed from her vagina, Savannah lapping them up happily. "Don't stop, please don't stop,"

Savannah didn't break her stride, she hadn't planned on it. It became too much for Savannah, her senses went into over time, the familiar wave of pleasure started to wash over her. She wasn't ready to come yet. She had to stop it. 

Xavier knew her too well, he knew how she liked it. As if he was reading her mind, he broke up their little party.

"Mind if I join ladies?" 

The girls giggled and Savannah pushed herself to a sitting position as X knelt in front of Stella's bent knees.

"I've been bragging for months how good you fuck me," Savannah revealed, kissing him softly, "Show her what I'm talking about,"

"No pressure there," X laughed, putting Stella's legs over his shoulders. Stella gasped against Savannah's pussy as he entered her with one swift stroke. Stella's tongue went crazy on Savannah's pussy as X fucked her. The ecstasy on Xavier's face was enough to cause Savannah's juices to flow on to Stella's tongue. X slowed down, pulling out of Stella, motioning for Savannah.

"I need to fuck you. Now,"

Savannah scrambled off Stella, turning so her back was facing him. She hadn't meant to come so fast but suddenly, she needed to feel X in her. It wasn't a matter of want, it was a matter of need. With an urgency she'd never felt before, X slammed into her pussy, slowing down just long enough for Stella to slighter underneath her and suck on her clit as Xavier fucked her from behind. She slammed her body back, screaming out his name as he slapped her ass. X pulled her hair, causing her orgasm to pulse harder through her. It didn't take long before the two lovers climaxed for the last time together, pleading their love for each other, making this the best Valentine's Day either of them had ever had.

Sensory Overload



"You awake?" Andy asked as he pushed his hard cock against my mouth. Reflexively I parted my lips and engulfed the spongy head. 

"I don't think so" I answered as best I could with a cock in my mouth.

"I tried to wake Pam up" he said easing his shaft a bit further in, "but she just mumbled something and rolled over and went back to sleep."

I removed the hardon from my mouth and said "And that stopped you?"

Andy stroked his saliva moistened cock. "Well" he started, "she might have been mumbling something about separating me from my balls."

"What makes you think I won't just bite them off, you horny bastard?" I said, rolling over.

"C'mon Tommy, I'm so hard it'll just take a minute." Andy was starting to beg now. 

"Andy I've already made you cum three times today. Go back to bed." He was starting to tick me off. 

"That was yesterday," he said "technically it's a new day." 

"Is that true? Three times?" Tully appeared, also naked, also erect. You are a horny bastard." He said to his son.

"No hornier than you, Tully." Andy said. "You did your fair share of cumming in the last 24 hours." 

"Yeah, but I'm not harassing the neighbors at 2 in the AM. I jerk off like a normal person when I get horny in the middle of the night" Tully said, demonstrating his late night masturbatory technique for us. 

"Argh" I said, realizing that I wasn't gonna get back to sleep any time soon. I rolled back over on the sofa facing them both. I hadn't noticed, but I was also experiencing some swelling in the johnson department, a fact that did not go unnoticed by either of the gents.

"You see?" Andy exclaimed, pointing at my growing shaft with his own hardon. "Tommy's getting horny too." I joined in on the festivities and wrapped my fist around my cock, stroking lightly.

"How about if you sucked my cock" I said to Andy, "and see what happens after that."

"That would be the hospitable thing to do, Andy." Tully said.

"You promise to get me off afterwards?" Andy asked.

I sat up on the sofa and spread my thighs apart. "We'll see." I answered.

"OK, fine" Andy agreed and dropped to his knees between my legs. I released my shaft and let Andy take over. He did just that, cupping my smoothly shaved balls and lowering his warm wet mouth onto my cock head.

"Mmm, Andy, that's good" I said as I leaned back to savor the experience. Andy was licking up and down my shaft, jerking it slowly, nipping and sucking the swollen circumcised tip. He took my left leg and repositioned it a bit and proceeded to press his own hardon against my shin. I could feel the precum dripping out of his cock, moistening my leg as he thrust against it. With my shaft thoroughly slick, Andy began jerking me with his right hand while seriously sucking me. His tongue danced and teased my bloated head, swirled around the super sensitive ridge, his fist and lips working in rhythm to leave no part of my hard shaft unstimulated. "Fuck that feels good" I groaned as I started to thrust my hips to meet Andy's ministration.

Tully put one knee up on the sofa next to me and leaned in to get a better view of what Andy was doing to me. "That does look good" he observed, pumping his fist up and down his hard cock. Andy was slurping his way along my shaft, leaving it glistening wet for his tight fist to glide up and down. His mouth found my balls, and as I moaned with pleasure his tongue bathed and caressed each smooth orb while he maintained a steady stroke with his hand. Without missing a beat he re-inserted my cock into his mouth. 

"Ohhh fuck yes, Andy" I gasped, "Suck my cock..." Andy gobbled the head of my cock while jerking me with long strokes, causing my hips to thrust up off the couch, fucking his mouth as I neared my orgasm. Tully was kneeling on the sofa next to me, pumping his own bloated meat just inches from my face. As I felt the jizz boiling in my balls I grabbed Andy's head and shoved his mouth down onto my cock. "Aahhh yes" I groaned as my first stream of cum erupted into my friend's throat. My body arched up off of the sofa as the orgasm hit, my pulsating cock buried deep in Andy's mouth.

"Mmrph" said Andy as my load continued to spew from my spasming cock.

"Aahhh" I groaned with each spurt. Jet after jet of my thick load filled Andy's mouth, his cheeks ballooning with each stream of jizz that he sucked out of me. I relented a bit on the pressure I was applying to the back of his head, and held him so his mouth was in place right on the tip. I reached down and proceeded to stroke my shaft as Andy's mouth and tongue slurped and swirled. Together we extracted every last drop of my load from my balls and deposited it in his hot wet mouth. Finally spent, I dropped my cock and leaned back. Rivulets of my cum leaked from the sides of Andy's mouth as he continued to nurse and lap my hyper sensitive cockhead until I had to push him away. "Give me a few minutes Andy" I gasped, "and I'll let you suck my cock again." 

"OK" Andy answered. I had only been half teasing him, but I sure wasn't gonna tell him that.

Tully, in the meantime, had taken advantage of my nearly defenseless state and pressed his own cock against my lips and I opened my mouth and accepted the short fat shaft. Tully's cock was soo hard that it was actually throbbing, vibrating like a tuning fork against my tongue. His hot salty pre-cum drooled freely into my mouth. "Yeah Tommy" he groaned, "mmmm just like that." I was swirling my tongue around the smooth ridge of his cock head and caressing his huge, smooth hanging balls with my left hand. I felt Andy repositioning himself between my spread thighs and looked down to see him kneeling in front of me with his long thin cock pressed against mine. My shaft glistened with a slick mixture of saliva and streamers of my own cum. Andy reached up to his chin, wiped off a glob of my jizz and anointed both of out erections with more of the slippery white spunk. He then proceeded to wrap his fist around the two cocks and jerk us both.

"Mmmm" I moaned onto the hard cock in my mouth. Andy was fucking his fist and the sensation of his cock and hand slipping along my shaft was exquisite. "MMM" was all I could manage again. Tully twisted his torso away from me to watch the proceedings as well, positioning himself as to keep his hardon in my mouth. I didn't think it was possible, but I felt his cock stiffen just a bit more as I slurped.

"Oh, fuck that looks good." He exclaimed.

'Oh fuck that feels good' was what I tried to say, but all that I was able to say with a thick cock pulsing in my mouth was "Mmrff." Andy was fucking his fist and my shaft intensely, with a look of sheer arousal in his eyes. Tully turned back to face me and put a hand on my shoulder to steady himself while pistoning his shaft slowly onto my mouth. I cupped my tongue and drew it up and down the underside, occasionally swirling around the thick head. His heavy hanging balls swayed beneath my chin, and as I released his cock to lap his smooth oversized sack, Tully wrapped his beefy fist around his slick shaft. He stroked himself for a moment as I suckled his balls, then pulled back a bit and re-inserted his hardon into my mouth, feeding it to me inch by throbbing inch.

"Aahhh Tommy suck my cock... that feels so fucking good" he groaned. "Make me cum...just like that....mmmm I'm gonna cum..." Without warning he pulled his cock out of my mouth, turned and started jerking off over Andy's and my cocks. "Mmff mmff mmff" Tully moaned, his fist flying up and down his slippery meat. Andy was jacking his cock hard as well, and as he rose up to meet Tully's cock with his own, his balls slid along the length of my shaft. With a deep groan Tully began spewing his load all over Andy's cock which caused Andy to erupt. Both men came all over each other, with streamers of jizz flying between them and onto me like some lust crazed water pistol fight. With their naked bodies straining, each jerked every last drop of cum from their drained balls, moaning and groaning as their tight fists brought spasms of pleasure from their throbbing cocks. 

I couldn't resist the rivers of cum that poured onto my hardon. Just as Tully and Andy's cocks quieted down, I grabbed my rod and began stroking the sodden shaft like a man possessed. What I really wanted was for Andy, or Tully for that matter, to suck my cock, but I thought that all that co-mingled jizz might be a little above and beyond, so I proceeded to jerk off. The hot slippery lube had my fist flying up and down my erection, and within a few moments I felt my load about to erupt. 

"Yeah, Tommy, stroke your hard cock" Tully encouraged, "pump that cum out."

"Mmm, yes." I said. "I'm gonna cum..." As I stroked Andy reached down and fondled my smoothly shaven balls, while Tully wrapped a few thick fingers around the base of my cock, pumping in rhythm with my own tempo. My hand squished loudly with everyone's load lubing my masturbation, and soon I was adding to the mixture. My body strained upward to fuck my cock into my fist. "Here it cums guys...aahhh yesss..." I groaned as my spew began to fly.

"Here, let me finish you off" Tully said as his hand slid up my cock, displacing mine. My cum leapt from my cockhead as Tully's expert fist stroked me.

"Yeah, Tully, yeah" I groaned, "jerk me off..." Andy was working overtime on my balls, kneading and caressing them as I came. "Ahh fuck that's good" was all I could say as Tully milked and pumped my cock dry. Just as I thought he had gotten every drop, Tully swirled his fingers right below the head of my cock eliciting another cum producing spasm to course through me. He then offered my cock to Andy, who dutifully engulfed the head in his mouth and licked, sucked and lapped me clean. "Mmmm, fuck yeah Andy...." I sighed as Tully continued to stroke my cock lightly. 

After a moment Tully got up off the couch, stretched, groaned and declared himself done. "That's it for me, boys" he said. "Thanks for the midnight interlude." Andy continued to bathe the head of my cock with his mouth and I leaned back, eyes closed, and enjoyed the sensation of his warm wet tongue lapping and swirling. I was pretty much done as well, cumming wise, so reluctantly I disengaged my shaft from my friend's attentions.

"I'm gonna call it a night too" I said. Andy gave my meat one last long wet slurp and laid my half hard cock on my thigh.

"Okay, I guess" he said, getting to his feet. It became apparent when he stood up that he was not quite ready to retire. His thin cock was also standing, jutting straight out from below his abdomen, beet red and veins engorged. I reached out and grabbed his swollen root and tugged him toward me.

"I believe I owe you a blow job" I said.

"Well, not I you're too tired, Tommy "he started, "I already came once..."

"Yeah, you jerked off. When you woke me up you wanted your cock in my mouth." 

"Well, um, actually, I really just needed to cum." he stammered

I looked up at my friend. "Do you want your cock sucked or not?" I asked.

"Yes please" he answered.

"Then shut up Andy." I said, drawing the erection towards my lips.

"Okay" he repeated. He took a half step closer to me, his naked body between my open thighs. I slipped his familiar hardon into my mouth and caressed the hard spongy head with my tongue. I could taste the various loads of cum that had been deposited on his shaft. Tully's thick salty jizz was the dominant flavor, followed by my own slightly sweeter contribution. Andy had mainly cum on Tully and me, so I could only detect a hint of his smooth creamy spew. I slid my mouth sideways up and down each side of my friend's cock, nibbling the tumescent flesh with my lips, tracing each bulging vein with my tongue. Andy groaned deeply as I bathed his erection with my tongue. I popped the head back into my mouth, working the beet red tip with my lips and tongue, licking and swirling, sucking, as I took him in slowly and deeper. 

"Aahhh, Tommy that feels good" he moaned. "You know just what I like..." I put my left hand on the bare skin of his hip and wrapped my right hand around his shaft and began stroking him into my mouth. "Ohhh fuck yes" Andy moaned as I lapped the underside of his cock head with my cupped tongue. He hunched a bit and placed his hands on my shoulders, slowly fucking my fist and mouth. "Mmmm, Tommy suck my cock...." He groaned, his breath coming in gasps. "Don't stop...I'm gonna cum in your mouth..." I jerked him a little faster, sucked him a little harder and felt his balls tighten. Suddenly his knees buckled a bit and he fell forward, catching himself on the back of the sofa. I could feel his cock throb in my fist as he began to erupt. Stroking his shaft, I swirled my tongue round and round his spewing cock head. Bursts of creamy hot cum gushed into my tongue as Andy's balls erupted. I managed to swallow the first few blasts but couldn't keep up with the torrent that my friend was spewing into my mouth and as a result, most of his cum seeped out between my lips and his cock and trickled down my chin. "Oohhh Tommy, that feels so fuckin good..." Andy moaned as he came. 

I wiped some of the hot thick jizz from my face, popped his erection out of my mouth and greased the entire throbbing length of his shaft with it, wrapped my fingers around the sloppy mess and started jacking him hard. "Think you have any more left in your balls?" I asked looking up at him. Andy was still bracing himself against the back of the sofa, staring down at me, mouth open and panting, his naked body trembling and straining.

"Ohhh fuck I hope so" Andy gasped "don't stop jerking me off....your hand feels soo good on my cock..." I thought that it was pretty hot that I was jacking him off with his own jizz, and I could feel my own cock stiffening again with the thought. It has been my experience that when cum is used as lube on my cock, it originated in someone else's balls. Unless, of course, I'm engaged in a marathon masturbation session, which happens a lot more than you'd think. I continued jerking my friend off with my right hand as I caressed his smooth soft inner thigh with my left, bringing a gasp of pleasure from my very aroused friend. When I cupped and fondled his smoothly shaven balls he about lost it. "Ohhh Tommy I'm gonna cum again...please suck my cock...I want to cum in your mouth..."

I slowed my pace on his cock and looked up again at my friend. Andy's face was bright red and tensed with lust. "Please Tommy' he begged, 'please don't tease me...I need to cum soo bad..."

"OK" I said and once again slid the head of his cock into my mouth. As soon as I wrapped my lips around his hardon, Andy began to cum again. Naked body tense and rigid, his cock erupted a nice big gusher of jizz onto my tongue. I simply slid my lips along his shaft, caressing it with my tongue as I went, letting him cum at his leisure. Andy was moaning softly as he pumped his spew into my mouth. There wasn't the urgent need that defined the first session of his orgasm. There was no urging me on, he wasn't frantically thrusting or trying to fuck my mouth, but rather seemed to be experiencing a total body release of tension. His streams of spew, while still ample, seemed to be cumming at a more relaxed pace, and I was easily able to accept them into my mouth and enjoyed all the creamy offerings of my friend as they slid down my throat. I continued to suck Andy's cock as his orgasm eventually slowed, milking his erect penis with my fist to create as much sensation for him as I could, knowing how good that would feel to him. I kneaded his shaft just below the swollen head, and sure enough, one last rivulet of cum seeped out which I lapped up and swallowed.

With a full body shudder and a deep groan, Andy dropped his hands back to my shoulders and slowly fucked my jizz slickened lips. "Mmm, that was good "Andy said after his breathing returned to normal. "I can't believe you made me cum twice."



Sensory Overload



Hi everyone, 

This is a entirely new header for me. It is rather soft core but I am posting it and hope its not a total flop. More to come....



He knew she was his; no one could ever show or learn more from the other than they could. For as much as she learned from him, he learned from her. As he would bring about her desires and pleasures, he knew her mind, her every thought as if he were thinking them along with her. A connection known to some as a "romantic" trait was truly one of a kind only accrued by a few people in life, and when it was breeched, it was only as far as the world could take them. No end and no beginning....

He picked up item from the table beside the fireplace and moved toward her slowly, as to not alert her senses to a point she would know his intentions. As he neared her position he commanded, "Up".

Immediately she stood, her body bathed in warm firelight, the air cool enough so that the temperatures he would take her to would not be effected, though her blindfold blocked the room and him, she still remained eyes closed, relaxed and poignantly so.

He reached out and drew the item over her body slowly, letting her skin register the item as he saw her skin immediately react to the light soft touch.. "What do you feel?"

"Feather, Sir." She said immediately. She'd remembered setting everything up to his instructions precisely. She knew of everything on the table, but her mind had reeled wondering and wishing for each substance against her tender skin. To feel them, the senses aflame within her only growing with each stroke and touch of the feather. As her body responded to the caresses, her nipples hardening, the rise of the flesh as she treasured and breathed each stroke. When he saw she was "sedated" to the point of relaxation he wanted her, he stopped and let her senses fully take in what he had done.

As she retained her composure he reached for a new item, starting at the lower V of her back, he drew the object upwards, the same slow meticulous manner in which he'd drawn the feather over her moments before.

Her body shivered as the light scratching ensued over her slowly, her mind in a complete state of sedation, no thoughts to process her mind again his as he knew every way in which to touch her, how and why. He saw her tremble, showing him she was indeed out of mind and where only he could take her, he moved over her slowly, calculated every spot of her skin touched and drawn over. Sending her closer and closer to sensory overload.

As he worked through the items on the table, she became more and more encased in his grasp, his control. He knew he could do anything he pleased and she would gladly accept it, and without the words or noise know she was begging him to continue. The last of the items gone through, her skin showing evidence of devices and marks of his making. She was almost shaking before him; he saw her fighting her own legs to remain standing as he'd commanded. Reaching out he untied the blindfold, letting the silk garment slide off slowly to the floor as he moved in front of her.

Slowly she could sense the light of the room through her eyelids, bliss evidently running through her. Keeping her eyes closed until he said his wish, she stood there beneath his knowing gaze, his hands moving up to her head, and starting there he knew she craved this most of all, his touch. As any time he touched her he could send her over the edge without so much as a thought.

Her face soft beneath his hands, her body molding to them as he drew them over her throat, down over her shoulders. Taking and raising her arms above her head, starting at her palms sliding down over her wrists, arms and back to her chest. His fingers enveloping her breasts, slowly, tracing and touching over the soft mounds missing her nipples on purpose knowing her sensitivity pushing her further without the connection of vital pleasure points, bringing her pleasure out through her body instead, giving her whole being the same feelings as if he were only using her erogenous zones.

She suppressed any noises trying to escape from her; she'd felt his gift of pleasure so many times but never like this. It took everything in her not to fall to his feet. The pleasure almost too much to take, her body seeking his touch, needing it, only completed by it. She could not distinguish the feelings of need nor desire, for he had made them all one within her, sending her further and further into an unimaginable bliss she'd never even read about.

Continuing his descent down her body, he knew she would be unable to register any commands, he willed her body to do as he wanted, and she was not even that of her own soul at that point. He had consumed her completely. Her body one with his hands, he moved her feet further apart, it was as if she flowed into the stance, moving not even fathomable. Sliding his hands along her legs, down over the outer edges, all the way to her feet. As he began he upwards movement towards her center her body having suppressed so much of her emotion till then unable to hold back, quivered, shook and trembled all at once, he knew a few more strokes of her skin and she would be fighting the edge of losing complete control.

She felt her body losing control, her will to make it do the right thing and hold back was fighting the will to let go completely, she felt the wetness from her core on her thighs, mixing with the cool air as his fingers moved closer and closer, he avoided her core wanting her past return before he took her there. She knew this and knew not if her body would allow it for much longer.

He felt her wetness as he traveled higher, his fingers along her inner thighs, caressing he leaned in a breathed her. She was beyond recognizable control, she flowed freely and could not be contained any longer, leaning in his lips found her thighs, tasting her need, her loss of control as she shook above him, as his hot breath centered near her core he knew she could not hold back the release any longer, her body tight and posting rigid only to shake and quiver in denial of her willing to hold on for his final quest.

She felt his lips draw to her center, moving along her outer flesh just barely moving his way into her, as his tongue slipped out into her tasting her completely she felt as though her body were going to implode, she shook, holding herself to him willing herself not to press back for that final connection to send her reeling into oblivion, letting him take her at his pace, his want of her ecstasy.

He drew his tongue through her depths, missing the one object that would send her beyond all control, over and over tasting her, deeper as though he could not get enough of her taste, her evidence of pure need. Finally at long last he tipped his chin upwards, slid his lips around the nub of her center just as he said, "Now my Pet."

As his lips sucked the first time her body spasmed and lost complete control, shaking harder than ever. He supported her weight completely knowing she could no longer stand on her own, staying in his place as he brought her down to the rug beneath them, his movements not speeding up nor slowing as he drew more and more of her deeper into his lips.

She was without fail in pure ecstasy, her body clear to her core unable to register reality at all, and she was lost to him and him alone. His yet again, knowing of her darkest and deepest most inner thoughts and needs. She barely had time to find her breath before he slid up and without warning began invading her whole again.

Without allowing for pause in her ecstasy he moved up her body and swiftly entered her, raising her legs to open her fully to him. He thrust hard and deep, keeping her bounding over and over again on and around him.

Stroking harder, his need building quickly. Pressing and pushing her body further than he ever had before. Her release never ending, shaking and spasming beneath him as he reached for his own peak and release.

The contrast of drawing her slowly to end to him filling her completely and powering within her keeping her in a constant stage of ecstasy. She felt her body completely out of control; she was not even her own person at this point. She heard him groan loudly suddenly, she knew his own release was eminent.

As he drove deeper he felt himself losing control, he arched and bucked up deeper and deeper into her shaking body. A moan he'd never yet let out vibrated through the room as he buried himself completely within her and erupted in his own release. Over and over he poured into her, his own lust and need invading the rest of her body where he held and took his final release himself succumbing to the pleasure in which he took and found within her.



Sensory Overload Ch. 02



"What you got underneath there?" 

Savannah giggled, playfully slapping Xavier's hand away from the bottom of her sundress. "The kitchen sink. What do you think I've got on under there?"

The couple waved a car by as they made their way through the movie theater parking lot. Lacing her fingers with his, she drug her boyfriend towards the brightly lit building. 

"I don't know why we couldn't just stay home tonight," he grumbled, politely opening the door for her.

"Cuz we haven't been out in forever," Savannah pushed her full lips into a pout, to make her act a little more believable. She sashayed by him, wiggling her hips for his viewing pleasure. 

Due to working a lot, their routine had gotten stale. Schedules had been rearranged so they no longer worked the same shifts. As one of them was getting home, the other one was leaving. That made it difficult to spend quality time together. Needing a little r and r, they'd requested the same weekend off. Savannah promised that they could spend the rest of the weekend holed up in their apartment if he'd just give her one night out. 

So they wouldn't have to wait in line, Xavier purchased their tickets off the theater's website. They were able to bypass the throng of people and go straight to the concession stand. 

"I thought you've already seen Twilight?" He nodded a hello to the ticket taker, handing her their tickets. He took their drink holders and their bucket of pop corn back from Savannah once they started down the corridor towards the movie.

"I tried, but it was like sold out. I would have been stuck in between two nerdy looking guys that were clearly only there to score points with their non driver's license having girlfriends," 

"Hence going to the eleven o'clock showing on a Tuesday?"

Savannah grinned, opening the door for him, "Exactly. All the little kids are home getting ready for school,"

"You do realize that the only reason I'm not being considered gay for seeing this movie is because I'm with my girlfriend right?"

Savannah giggled, allowing the door to shut behind her. "You're definitely an indulgent boyfriend," 

"I expect to get a million points for this," he grumbled, walking ahead of him.

"You get two million baby," They had a point system for when the other one did something above and beyond their normal duties. She linked her finger through his belt loop, allowing him to lead her up the steps of the stadium type seating. 

Apparently there were a few other girls with her same thought process. Four other couples were peppered throughout the lower part of the theater.

"Where do you want to sit?" He stepped aside so she could lead the way.

Again swaying her hips for effect, she walked down the entire isle to the last two seats at the top row of seats at the top right of the theater. 

She turned to see Xavier following her, shaking his head, "You just ain't right. You wait til I get you home,"

Smiling at him, she freed his hands so he could sit down. Situating their drinks and the pop corn, she snuggled up against her man as the lights dimmed.

"I've missed you," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Sighing contently against his chest, she returned the sentiment, "We need to start making more time for each other," 

The screen flickered to life, warning against no smoking or cell phones while the movie was going on.

"Definitely. Let's try to have date night at least once a week,"

She looked up at him, rewarding him with a quick kiss, "Good idea. Next movie's you're choice,"

He kissed her back, sealing the deal, "Horror flick here we come," 

Wrinkling her nose, she knew she'd walked into that one, "Fine. Oh and um X?"

Trailers from the new movies coming out illuminated her face well enough so he could see the impish grin in her eyes, "Yeah baby?"

Putting her hand on his cheek so she could bring his face to hers, she brought her lips up to his ears, "I'm not wearing any panties,"

She giggled as realization set in, "For real?"

"You wanna check?" She spread her legs, inviting him to touch.

"You wouldn't lie to me about something like that, but it wouldn't hurt to make sure," 

He pressed his lips against hers, instantly claiming her tongue when she opened her mouth. She moved back on the seat so he could get a good feel. Running his hand up her smooth legs, he went to the top of her thigh, tracing where her thong would normally cover. When he didn't feel any fabric, he moved his hand diagonal towards her crotch.

"You so get points for this," he breathed, playing with the curls of her pubic hairs. 

She giggled, kissing him hard as his fingers parted her lips and sought out her clit. The obstacle for her was going to be not bringing attention to them. Savannah was known for being a little loud when Xavier was pleasing her. 

Moving so they were on their sides, Savannah expertly unzipped his jeans, not having to break their lip lock as she unsnapped the top button. Xavier moved his kisses to her neck, groaning softly into her hair as her small pale hand helped his thick black cock rise to a standing position. Placing small kisses on his shoulder she tried to keep her mouth busy as first one and then two fingers slid into her. 

"No sound? Am I not doing it right?" his taunts sent chills through her body as he pumped his fingers harder. Stifling a moan, she lightly bit his shirt.

"Not. Fair," she gasped, using her wrist to give him more of a sensation.

"We could always watch the movie," 

She turned to see that it had indeed started. At this point she wasn't even sure what they were supposed to be watching, "You watch it. I've got work to do," 

He stopped her, from getting up, by not disengaging himself from her body. "No, no. You dragged me here to watch the movie. Watch the movie," he ordered. Sinking to his knees, he moved in front of his girlfriend, pulling her down to his level a little by her hips. Normally, he took his time, kissing up her thigh and teasing her. Not tonight. Draping her legs over his shoulders, his tongue shot out like a heat seeking missile, connecting with her clit. The colors on the screen blurred together as she focused on the oral assault going on below the seats. Biting her bottom lip, she whimpered slightly, trying to keep it under control. 

Xavier's hands skimmed up her body, sliding under her shirt, clawing at her breasts. Not taking the time to move past her bra, he massaged them through the fabric. Savannah about lost control when his tongue left her clit and entered her hot pussy. 

"Damn it," she whispered softly as her hips bucked involuntarily towards him. His chuckle vibrated her lips a little, adding a different sensation to what he was doing. She could feel her pussy getting wetter. He changed his tactics again, attaching his lips to her clit and sucking on it as he nuzzled it between his teeth. Was he trying to get them kicked out? If he kept doing this, she'd end up giving them away. She tried to move her hips away from his lips to show him that it was her turn. Leaving her shirt above her breasts, he used his hands to hold her hips in place. 

Apparently he had plans of his own. Sinking lower in her seat, she dug her nails into the seats next to her as her hormones started to take over. He must have felt her getting close, to help her out, he covered her mouth with his large hand. Thankful for the muzzle, she closed her eyes as bursts of color exploded in the darkness. Unable to help herself, she quietly moaned and whimpered as he brought her to orgasm. 

Her senses fully heightened, she was still trying to catch her breath when Xavier sat back in his seat.

"How's the movie?" his smirk told her that he knew she'd been more than a little distracted.

Eager to continue their public display of affection, she took a quick drink of her pop before she sunk to her knees, "Tell me what I miss," 

Xavier was about to know exactly why they said paybacks were a bitch. Pushing his boxers down as much as she could, she kissed his balls as she stroked his dick. It was rock hard now, but she wanted to tease him a bit. Sucking his balls into her mouth, she couldn't help but smile when she felt him suck in a deep breath. Her tongue darted out in short licks, ending in one long, luxurious lick from the bottom to the head of his nine inch shaft. Once she was at the top, her tongue did a couple of laps around the tip of it before his dick disappeared into her mouth. 

His body tensed as her grip tightened on his cock. His hands started combing through her hair, telling her that he was enjoying her onslaught. Her pace quickened as his grip on the back of her head. His hips rocked up gently, allowing her to take him into the back of her throat. 

Reluctantly, she let him take his dick out of her mouth. She looked up at him, happy to see passion clouding his eyes. With a silent "come here" motion of his finger, he spread his legs open, welcoming her to him, "You're missing the best part," he helped her to her feet, turning her around so she was facing the screen. 

He flipped her skirt up, rubbing his hands on her ass. She straddled his laps and with his hands on her hips, he eased his dick into her waiting pussy. Slowly she slid down on his dick, taking it completely in her when she sat on his lap. Putting her hands on the seat in front of her for balance, she began to move up and down on his shaft. A low moan emanated from his throat, mingling with the gasp of the crowd to whatever was going on the screen. 

From the corner of her eye, she noticed a flashlight coming from the doorway. Thinking quick, she grabbed his jacket, covering them both up. She leaned back on him, making it look like she was sitting on his lap as they watched the movie. The girl that took their tickets popped her head in like she was looking for someone and then left again.

"Quick thinking," he chuckled, snaking his hand under his coat and flicking at her clit as he started fucking her again. 

She leaned back against him, kissing his cheek, "Just don't take it out,"

Promising he wouldn't, he moved her hips up and down for her. Small, short gasps bubbled from her lips as he pumped his hips upwards. His hand went back around her mouth, his other hand rubbed on her clit. Looking in front of her, the other couples were intently watching the movie. They had no idea of the real action going on in the back. Ideally, they could turn around and catch them at any minute. The idea alone turned her on even more, making her impale herself on his dick. 

Needing to be in his warm embrace, she quickly got up, moving so they were sharing a seat. Her knees on either side of him, she grabbed his dick and slid back on it. Their tongues mingled together fiercely as she quickened the pace. Pushing her bra up over her breasts, he took her nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it. Damn him trying to get her to moan out loud. Knowing that she was close to blowing their cover, she grabbed his hand, putting it back over her mouth.

Over all, the stimulation was becoming too much. It was time to come again. Xavier nipped at her neck, his breathing was labored.

"Come with me," he pleaded, his lips latching down on her neck. He only had to ask once. Every nerve in her body stood at attention as her world spun a little faster. Slamming down on his lap one last time, he grunted in her ear as they both let go. She stayed on his lap for a little bit as their breath regulated.

"Do you have any idea what the movie's about?" he quizzed.

"Not a clue. We'll have to get in on DVD," They'd never be able to look at Twilight the same way again.



Sensory Overload Ch. 03



Savannah spun around in the mirror, her navy blue pleated skirt twirled with her. She tucked her eggshell white shirt into the hem, pleased with how it showed off her cleavage. Quickly, she spritzed perfume on her neck when she heard the knock at the door. It was a while before Xavier's friends were supposed to be there for their monthly poker game, so it could only one other person.

"Baby, Stella's here!" 

Stella was coming over to keep her from being overdosed on testosterone. While the guys did their manly thing, the girls were going to hole themselves up in Savannah's room, watch Life Time movies and scrap book. Xavier was convinced that he was going to go blind with as much as the flash had been going off in his face in the six months that they'd moved in together. She had an entire photo box full of pictures that she needed to scrap and get their book started Earlier in the week the girls took a trip to Michaels to get paper and stickers. She'd picked out a cute scrap book that Xavier playfully rolled his eyes at when he'd seen it. That was male for he like it but couldn't admit it. 

"I'm ready," she walked into the living room, seeing X, clad in his black apron taking the groceries out of Stella's hands.

"She bought out the store," 

"I see that. Stella, we told you not to bring anything,"

"I know, but I had to grab a few things for the baby sitter and I went in hungry,"

"That's never smart, Savannah usually ends up buying junk food when she goes in hungry,"

"ME? I'm sorry, but who bought out the fried chicken at midnight because it looked too good not to eat?"

"Who helped me eat it at two in the morning?"

Savannah blushed at the memory. It had been after a particularly long, hot love making session breaking in their new sex swing that had also left her with a serious case of cotton mouth. "That was your fault,"

Catching the look she gave him, his lips spread into a wide grin, "Okay so I'll take the blame for that one,"

"Do I even want to know?" Stella quipped, reminding them she was still in the same room. 

A blush crawled up Savannah's face, "I don't kiss and tell," 

"You are such a liar," Xavier laughed.

"So baby, do you need help cooking?" she threw in, trying to change the subject. 

Sighing he moved the bags out of the way, showing off his apron, "What's it say?"

Savannah sighed and Stella giggled. 

"Read it!" his demand was playful.

"I'm the cook, get out of my kitchen," her tone was dry even though her eyes were sparkling.

"And you two are still here why?" 

"Fine. Let's go Stella. If he burns the wings because he's doing too many things at once, we'll take his credit card and go out for pizza," 

"Out! Get out!"

Stealing a couple of olives out of the can, Savannah grabbed Stella's hand and skipped off to the bedroom, "Fine. But if the bedroom's rockin' don't come a knockin',"





Sensory Overload Ch. 04



Savannah shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Next time she traveled, she was taking a plane. Traveling across country on train from Michigan back to California had been good in theory. The scenery was beautiful. She'd gotten a lot of reading done and had taken a lot of wonderful pictures. Her sore butt didn't care about any of this at the current moment. Next time one of her sisters got married, she was taking a plane. 

Xavier's sister in San Francisco had gone into labor the day before they were supposed to leave so at the last minute he went up there to be there when Lana had her first baby. He wasn't due back until tomorrow so when she got home she'd have the apartment to herself. If she ever got there. This had to be the slowest train on earth. 

She hadn't been back to Michigan since moving to be with Xavier a year ago. It'd been nice to see everybody, but it was time to come home. She'd finally gotten used to sleeping next to someone every night. If it hadn't been for her nieces bunking with her, she might not have been able to sleep. 

Finally after the longest twenty minutes of her life, the train chugged into the station. 

"Here, let me help you," An older gentleman offered, pulling her luggage out of the compartment above her.

She shot him a confused look, it wasn't like she was having a hard time getting it. She hadn't even had the chance to try yet, "Um, thank you?"

His skin was a little too orange for it to be from the sun. The lines on his face suggested he was probably in his early forties, but from the formation of his muscles, he definitely worked out regularly. 

The light that filtered through the train station bounced off his the top of his dark head. Effortlessly he pulled down her Betty Boop luggage down for her. "No problem," 

When she took it from her, he didn't hide the way he scanned her left finger for a ring. His facial expression changed when he noticed the diamonds sparkle off her engagement ring. "Have a nice day," he nodded, bowing out gracefully. 

Savannah snickered, waiting for him to exit the car before she made her own way. Gabriella was supposed to meet her there. So why was it when she stepped into the train station, there wasn't a familiar Puerto Rican in the crowd? Taking out her cell phone, she pulled up Gabby's number and hit send.

"You're not going to believe this,"

Savannah sighed calmly. A segue like that was never good unless the sentence ended with "I won the lottery," but with the tone Gabby was using, she wasn't swimming in money.

"Hi to you too. What's up?"

"There's a bad accident on the freeway and we're backed up. I've been here," before she could finish her story, Savannah's phone died. 

"Cheap ass battery," she grumbled, dragging her luggage over to a phone booth. It must have been the last of its kind. It was the kind that Clark Kent used to change into Superman. On the inside of it was a satiny brown curtain. Pulling it around her, she put her purse on the brown stool next to her. Shoving quarters in the pay phone, she punched Gabriella's number.

"Hey you there?"

"Yeah, my stupid phone died. So what's up?"

"I've been stuck in traffic for about an hour. It looks like the cops are finally getting things taken care of,"

Damn it. That meant taking a cab home, "Okay well just get off at the next exit. I'll call a cab,"

"No no, don't. By the time you call the cab and it gets there, I should be out of this,"

"Gabs, it's okay," 

"No please? It'll cost you a whole bunch of money. I wanna see the pictures of Monique's wedding. I'll take you out for dinner so you don't have to cook when you get home,"

"I am getting to a really good part in my new book. I'll just hang out I guess," she sighed dejectedly. There was a Fashion Bug about a block away, she could find something cute to welcome Xavier home in.

"I'll be there soon. If you don't see me in forty-five minutes, call and check on me," 

Saying their good byes, they hung up. Spinning around, her knee bumped the stool, causing her purse to fall off, spilling all over the floor. "Damn it," she grumbled, kneeling down to pick things up. The phone rung above her, shocking her. It took her a minute to realize that it was her phone ringing. Could the number have popped up on Gabby's phone? 

She stood up, tentatively picking up the receiver, "Hello?"

"Hey Isabella baby. I'm stuck at the office a little bit longer than normal, but as soon as I get out I'll come over and we'll finish where we left off last night. Could you be a good girl for your big daddy and wear the naughty school girl out fit?"

Savannah's mouth went dry. This was obviously a wrong number. Sounded like Isabella was a bit of a freak. 

"Um, this isn't Isabella,"

"Is this Tabitha?"

"No,"

"Nicolette?"

"No, this isn't even an apartment,"

"Did I call a pizza place?"

"No sir, it's a phone booth at the train station in down town Los Angeles,"

"Please don't call me sir, that makes me feel old,"

Savannah giggled, "Sorry, dude,"

His manly chuckle vibrated the phone, "I'm sorry. My name's Ethan,"

"Hi Ethan. I'm sorry you got the wrong number," there was something stopping her from telling him her name.

"I'm not sure how I managed that. I just called her this morning,"

"Trying to get her ready for round two?" 

"Something like that,"

"Sounded hot,"

"It was," 

Dropping her purse back down by her side, she leaned up against the curtain, "What'd you and Isabella do last night?"

"Why should I tell you something so personal when I don't even know your name?"

"Sorry, I'm Elaine," it probably wasn't smart in this day and age for her to freely tell her name. Ethan probably wasn't his real name either. 

"Well hi there Elaine. You sound cute,"

"Thanks. You don't sound so bad yourself," this was definitely an interesting way to wait for Gabriella. 

"Nice to meet you Elaine. Where are you from?"

"East L.A.," she didn't know the area well enough yet to be able to spout off a random city off the top of her head. At least it wasn't where she lived. The anonymity of the situation intensified things for her. 

"That's where I live," 

Wonderful, he was probably going to invite her over sometime. That's not exactly what she was looking for. Desperate to change the subject so it wouldn't get to that, she pushed on, "Where does Isabella live?"

"About an hour away,"

"That's got to suck,"

"It can. Especially with the gas prices. But the skills she's got makes it worth it,"

A coy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, "What kind of skills we talkin' here?"

"The girl could suck a raisin through a straw,"

"Yes, but can she deep throat a Zima bottle?" Zima was known as a chick beer for its fruity flavor. The clear glass bottle made the drink visually appealing by the extra long neck. When Savannah and Xavier had started dating, still in the non sexual phase of the relationship, he'd taken her to a party to show her off to her friends. She'd teased him by showing him a bit of her talents, using a Zima bottle as a prop. It wasn't too long after that when they entered the sexual phase of their relationship. 

"You know? I don't know. But I take it you can?" 

"Without gagging," she boasted, smug smile in place. 

The operator broke in, "Please insert fifty cents to continue talking," The loose change in her pocket jingled as she pulled out two quarters. 

"You there?"

"Yeah, I'm here. So Isabella can suck a dick?"

Sighing contently, he continued his story, "Last night, she really put it on me. I showed up at her house late cuz of a stupid meeting. I'm soaked through my shirt due to the thunderstorm we had. The lights were off when I pulled up so I thought she'd gotten mad at me at left. I unlocked the door and there she is, completely naked bathed in only the lights of the candles," His in depth descriptions painted a vivid picture behind her closed eye lids. She could see Xavier's muscle shirt melted against his shin, outlining his body as he walked through the door. His eyes dancing with anticipation when he seen her on the couch wearing nothing but a smile. The candles casting shadows on her body. Between the audio and the visual, her nipples strained against her bra. 

"You there?" 

Oh she was there all right. She was hanging on every word of the narrative. 

"You want me to continue?"

"Um, yeah," she urged, not wanting to interrupt him. 

"Are you into girls Elaine?"

"Yeah," It wasn't like she'd ever see him, or even recognize him in the crowd. What'd it matter if he knew her sexual preference?

"You'd love my girl then. Her double d's are completely natural and she curves in all the right places,"

"Does she shave?" Xavier liked Savannah to be natural, but Savannah thought it was hot for a girl not to have any hair. 

"Daily. It's nice and smooth," 

Savannah chewed on her bottom lip. Big tits and shaven? That was just hot.

"Are you enjoying the conversation sweetheart?"

Enjoying was an understatement. She'd crossed her legs, hoping that would stop the tension mounting. It didn't. "Yes,"

"How much,"

"I'm wet," she admitted sheepishly. 

"Is there something you can sit on?"

"A stool," 

"You know? We didn't cover this. What are you wearing?"

"A skirt and a tank top,"

"So you've got easy access?"

Savannah giggled, "Yep,"

"This story gets a little hot, why don't you sit back and enjoy it?" 

Hopping up on the stool she rested her back on the the corner of the phone book, spreading her legs a little bit.

"So what happened when you seen her?" 

"She sauntered off the couch and helped me into the bathroom. Peeling my shirt off me, she got to her knees, helping me take my shoes and socks off," 

Isabella took a page out of Savannah's book. When X had a bad day of work, she wouldn't allow him to lift a finger. She'd take his shoes and socks off him, then unzip his pants with her teeth. 

"Then she ran a hot shower for me. As the water ran over me she soaped up the wash cloth and ran it over my body," 

Her eyes closed again, Xavier's naked body popped back in her mind. She liked to massage his back with the soapy cloth as their massage shower head beat down on his body. Taking her time, she'd wash down his back and then his ass. Usually slapping it, turn about was fair play after all. Then she'd get on her knees and wash the back of his calves. When she reached his ankles, he'd turn around so the water washed away the soap on his back. Washing his feet was something sweet and sensual that she liked to do for him.

"After she washed away the muck of the day, she got on her knees and sucked on my balls as she stroked on my dick,"

Hearing the slight moan Ethan let out as he relived the previous night caused Savannah to moan a little herself. Unable to stand it any longer, she slid her thong out of the way and parted the lips of her vagina with her fingers. 

A loud pounding on the door rocked the phone booth, "Some of us would like to use the phone before the end of the century," 

Composing herself quickly, she was on her feet and to the door before the person on the other side could open it up. Drawing the curtain back she stuck her head out of the phone booth. 

"Some of us are on a long ass lay over on hold with the hospital trying to see how our father is since he just got out of a TRIPLE BYPASS," without waiting for the bewildered man to answer, she closed the curtain. "Sorry about the rude interruption," she whispered, quickly resuming her position.

"That's fine. Where were we?" 

Her thong back out the way, she propped the phone between her shoulder and chin, "You were getting your dick sucked,"

"Ah yes. She attached her thick, luscious lips tightly around my cock. She's got this suction grip that makes it incredible,"

Savannah knew the suction grip well. She knew when she was doing what he wanted when he started running his fingers through her hair. He was close to wanting to fuck her when he held her head in one position and fucked her mouth. 

"Does she let you fuck her mouth?" the thought of Xavier's hands in her hair caused her fingers to flick her clit. 

"You know what? We'll have to try that. Not that she doesn't know what she's doing,"

Savannah gasped slightly as her second finger fluttered over a sensitive spot, "Variety is the spice of life,"

"Definitely. Which was what made last night so hot. We'd never done anything in the shower before. The lull of the water beating on my tired muscles as she sucked on my cock was fascinating," 

She'd never thought of it from that perspective. Being that she was usually the one on her knees, she got the shower second hand. One of her favorite places to have sex was in the rain, so the shower was a good simulator. 

"I was ready to fuck her pretty quickly, but she drug out the teasing," that was a woman who knew what she was doing. Guys were usually pretty easy to get ready to fuck. The fun was prolonging it to make it more pleasurable in the long run. Xavier loved how she teased him. Even if he didn't admit it at the time. He'd help her to her feet after an extended dick sucking session, ready to give it to her. Complaining that if she made him wait the water would get cold. She'd reach behind him and turn the hot water on a little more, then push him back as he watched her play with her pussy. 

Much like she was doing now. She'd start out with one finger and then insert two. He'd massage her tits for her, pinching on certain spots. She'd pull her fingers out of her pussy and then let him suck her juices off them.

"She had me wash her body with just the soap, but I couldn't go below her waist," 

That was slick. She'd have to try that one. 

"How hot did it get you?" 

"By the time I washed her hair I had," the words "pre cum" were covered by that damn operator demanding fifty more cents. Digging in her purse with her free hand, she shoved quarters in. Now was not the time to end the conversation. When she leaned forward, she inadvertently slid on her fingers more. The sensation sent shivers of pleasure through her resulting in a sharp moan from her as she fed the phone book two more quarters.

"Evil time for her to want more quarters," Ethan laughed. 

"Lucky for you I have a lot of quarters," she grumbled. Deciding she liked the slight incline, she stayed bent over. "So she had you wash her hair?"

"Mmmhmm. She's got long, dark curly hair so there was a lot to wash," 

Pushing her hips downward, she rubbed her clit with her fingers, as her fingers slid in and out of her, covered with her own juices. Xavier had been known to make her orgasm by the slow way he slid over her slippery body and lavishing all his attention on her nipples. He'd stand behind her, playing with her nipples, ignoring her pleas of fucking her as she crept closer and closer to the edge. Just as she began to come, he'd wrap his in her tangled mass of curls and pull her hair one good time, intensifying her climax. 

"I surprised her though. I couldn't handle the suspense so when she put her head down for me to rinse it out, I grabbed her from behind and entered her quickly," 

The thought of the sudden impact caused her muscles to tighten around her fingers. Xavier was famous for that swift move and she was thankful for it. More than once when she was bent over picking up the soap or the razor, he'd grabbed her hips and slammed her back on him. They liked to keep the bathroom door open because of the full length mirror. It was simply erotica to not only feel, but watch his massive black cock move in and out her white pussy. 

"That was one surprise I'm sure she didn't mind," Leaning back on the chair again, it was all she could do to make a full intelligible sentence. Her fingers were moving in and out of her pussy faster than hummingbird wings. 

His soft chuckle was her wordless answer, "She was making the same soft noises you are now. But I encouraged her to get louder,"

Savannah scoffed. Xavier would threaten to stop fucking her if she didn't get as loud as he wanted her to get. More than once their neighbors had pounded on the walls to get them to quiet down. "I'm in a train station, I can't get too loud," at least if this guy hung up on her, she could finish herself off pretty quick. 

"This is true, but the sound around you will drown you out a bit. You could get a tad louder if you wanted to," Just as he said that, the announcement for the next train departures squawked out of the speakers. She was normally pretty loud, so she let out a few loud moans to appease her new found phone friend.

"That's hot. Your boyfriend must love the hell out of that," 

She chuckled. He liked it so much that her pussy usually hurt from the work out he gave it after she got loud for him. That worked for her though. A little pain never hurt nobody. Besides, the deal was if he hurt it, he had to kiss it and make it better. And his tongue worked just as well as his dick. 

"After I made her cum from fucking her from behind, I pushed her up against the wall, wrapped her legs around my waist and fucked her like that," his breathing was just as labored as his was. Xavier rolled her eyes when she said this, but she thought it was cute the way he got before he came. He usually said a "Oh shit," or "Oh fucks," before he bared down on her and wore her pussy out. When they were doing it in a public place, he usually bit her neck. Not that it always worked, but she tried to stave off coming before he did because she liked knowing that he was coming because of her. That usually caused her orgasm to hit her stronger. 

Being in the train station, the story Ethan told her and the thought of Xavier fucking her in the shower became too much. Before she could give Ethan any warning, her muscles convulsed around her fingers, she brought the phone as close to her as she could so Ethan could hear her quiet cries. From the noises on the other end, she could only assume that he was climaxing as well. Gyrating her hips upwards one final time, the world stopped spinning and the phone booth came back into view. 

"You there?" Ethan wondered after a minute.

Slowing her breath down, she nodded like he could see her, "Yeah. That was um, interesting," she chuckled, not knowing what to say next. 

Ethan matched her laugh, "Definitely. Glad you had a good time,"

That was one way of defining it. Readjusting her panties and her skirt, she hopped off the stool, picking up her cell phone that must have fallen out of her purse. When she stood up, just over the privacy curtain she could see the oversized wooden clock. Her eyes bugged out of her head, "Have we seriously been on the phone for an hour?"

"Damn! We have been haven't we? I need to actually CALL Isabella. She's probably pissed off for real now,"

The operator broke in one last time to tell her to feed the hungry phone more quarters.

"Okay, I don't actually HAVE anymore quarters. I need to get more to call my friend. Hopefully she hasn't left thinking I took a cab,"

"Okay my mysterious Elaine. It was nice getting to know you,"

With that the interesting conversation was over. Gathering her bags, she stepped out of the phone booth. No sooner did she round the corner did she see Gabriella racing into the station.

"Oh good! You haven't left!" Gabriella's bear hug caused her to drop her grip on her luggage, sending it clanging to the ground. 

"Nope, I've been entertaining myself," 

Gabriella sent her a questioning glance when a small smile played on her lips. Dismissing it just as quickly when Savannah didn't offer an explanation, Gabby lapsed into conversation, "Have you eaten yet? You must be starved. Let's go to Apple Bee's, my treat,"

Agreeing simply because she knew she wouldn't win, Savannah grabbed her bags, stumbling a bit when the heel on her shoe caught in a groove in the floor. Starting to fall backwards, she was caught in mid air and before she knew what was going on, she was back on her feet.




Sensory Overload Ch. 04



"Vans are you okay?" Gabby was by her side while Savannah got her wits about her.

"Um yeah, what hap-" she turned around to see the guy from the train smiling down at her.

"Talk about being in the right place at the right time," he smiled down at her. His voice sounded oddly familiar. Like recently familiar.

"My ankles are weak as hell. You just saved me from a week on the couch with my leg up on ice," she grinned, wiggling it in a circle.

"You know what? Don't move. I'll go get the car," Gabby promised, disappearing out the door with Savannah's luggage.

"Nice friend,"

Savannah nodded, not knowing what else to say, "Thanks again for the save,"

He nodded, smiling at her one last time, "Any time Elaine, any time,"

Savannah watched him walk out of the door slack jawed. That was definitely the weirdest way she'd ever been hit on, but one of the most clever. And definitely the most enjoyable.



Sensory Overload Ch. 05



Her pulsed thumped in her ears as the security guard opened the door for her, shooting a displeasing grimace her way before gruffly escorting her into a drab, windowless room. If the designer of the mall had the cement bricks painted in attempt to make it look better, they'd failed miserably.

   "Sit here,"

Not that Savannah really had that much of a choice. The female officer that Savannah knew as Theresa even though her tag read Evans, shoved her to a sitting position in a metal folding chair across from a desk that looked like it was taken from the set of a 1970's porn classroom set. Not exactly what she thought of when she thought of a security guard's office but she'd never really given the interior much thought. She'd spent more time thinking about the hot red head in front of her. Theresa really hadn't said two words to her outside of "Have a nice day" as Savannah melded into the throng of mall walkers and shoppers. More than once Savannah had run into a bench or tripped over someone craning to get one last look at her. Xavier was right. It was time to do something about it. And she had. Which is why Theresa's intoxicating green eyes were staring intently at her at this particular moment.

The scent of roses wafted into Savannah's senses as Theresa sat across from her. They'd never been this close to each other before. Theresa's light green eyes were simply intoxicating. More than once Savannah had fantasized about pulling Theresa's hair out of her conservative French braid. She was willing to bet that it would frame her face in a fiery mass of thick curls.

"You're a little old to be stealing a purse from a trendy store like that. What the hell were you thinking?"

"I... I just needed a present for my little sister's birthday. And I lost my job," her act wasn't convincing enough, it did nothing to break Theresa's stony expression. 

"Whatever Princess. You can wish your little sister happy birthday from the inside of a jail cell," 

"You know I have to call the police right?" Theresa's hand paused above the phone.

Savannah nodded glumly, "Yes ma'am. But what if I promised to cooperate?"

Theresa's eyebrows raised, "Well now, if you were a model prisoner, maybe an agreement could be arranged,"

Excitement caused Savannah's pulse to quicken, "I'll be a good girl. I can't afford to have a record,"

Theresa stood up, not taking her eyes off her captor as she rounded the desk, "Before I call the cops, I need to search you,"  Gruffly pushing up Savannah's shirt, she pushed the shirts over her breasts. Savannah's inhale was staggered as Theresa's hands slowly traveled up her stomach, fondling her breasts, "Gotta follow protocol,"

Theresa nodded, rolling Savannah's nipples in between her forefinger and thumb. To give her easier access, she uncuffed Savannah in the front, encircling her hands around the back of the chair, cuffing her again. 

"Wouldn't want you to get away," 

Savannah had no intentions of going anywhere. With her securely detained, Theresa climbed on top of her, capturing her mouth with hers. As their tongues danced together, Theresa massaged her breasts. Moisture dampened Savannah's panties their bodies grinded together. Taking her tongue in between her lips, Savannah sucked on Theresa's tongue. 

Moving her kisses downwards, Theresa sucked on her neck before settling on her breasts. She traced the outside of Savannah's areola with her tongue, doing the same with her nipple before suckling on it. A moan escaped her lips as her head rolled back, resting on the back of the chair. The attention lavished on each breast was driving her wild. She tried to move her hips upwards, to show Theresa how excited she was getting, but Theresa wasn't allowing it. Completely taking control, Theresa pinned her legs closed with her knees. Theresa continued to taunt her by grinding tightly against her. Kissing down her stomach, Theresa slid down her stomach to her knees. 

With one fluid movement she had her legs pushed apart, "Spread 'em," Theresa tightened her thong over her clit, sucking on it over the fabric. The new sensation sent her hormones into over drive. Moving the fabric out of the way, she entered one finger in her pussy as she kissed on the inside of her thighs. The feeling of Theresa's tongue circling her soft tissue was like nothing she'd felt before. Confident and firm, yet passionate and kind. Theresa flicked her tongue over Savannah's wet flesh, inserting a second finger into her.

"Oh damn," her cry reverberated off the walls of the small office. She was a little louder than she intended to be, but it wasn't something she could help. The abuse her pussy was being given was almost too much. Just as her muscles began to clench, Theresa stood up. A whimper of frustration eked out of her throat, but Theresa ignored her. Standing up, Theresa pulled her hair out hr braid, shaking her hair loose, giving Savannah the visual she knew she'd have. Unbuttoning her pants, she leaned back on her desk, "So you didn't try to steal anything else. And you're not concealing any weapons. But I still have to call the cops. Lucky for you," she paused long enough to push her slacks off her hips, hooking her soft pink tanga in her thumbs. She slid them down her body, revealing a shaven pussy. For effect, she spread her legs a little bit, "I take bribes," 

Savannah had a hard time standing up so Theresa helped her transition to her knees. Waiting until Theresa was leaned back against the desk, Savannah's tongue trailed along one lip and then the other before snaking in between her flesh and tickling her captor's clitoris. Theresa spread her legs as wide as she could to help Savannah since she didn't have the aide of her hands. Theresa's juices tasted sweet on her taste buds, something she'd wondered about every time she'd been into the store. The fact that this was actually a reality was enough to drive her crazy. Theresa's moans filled her room as Savannah's excitement showed through her actions. She flattened her tongue, sliding it in and out of her, scooting forward on her knees to get a better angle. Her hair was being yanked out of its pony tail. Theresa tangled her hand in her hair, holding her head in place. Savannah held her head still, her tongue still out while Theresa bucked her hips against her mouth. 

  Theresa's moans were turning to soft whimpers. The curls between Savannah's legs were slick with her own juices. She was amazed by how she was reacting to what she was doing to Theresa. Theresa was close, Savannah could literally taste it, but Theresa stopped it before she went any farther.

   Theresa helped her to her feet, "Have you learned you're lesson?"

   Savannah smirked at her, "Nope. I'd do it again,"

"Insolent little bitch!" Theresa spat. Knocking things off her desk, Theresa forced Savannah to bend over her desk. "I guess I'm going to have to teach you a lesson the old fashion way," without warning Theresa's hand landed on Savannah's bare ass cheek sending painful waves of pleasure through her body. The cool metal of the desk pressed against Savannah's cheek and bare stomach as she laid there helpless. When Theresa spanked her again, she tried to wail in pain, but failed. There was no way she could pretend like she didn't like it.

Theresa walked around to the front of her desk, opening it, "Keep your head down!" she ordered when Savannah tried to look up to see what was going on. She was quiet for a little bit, causing Savannah to wonder what was going on. Theresa grabbed her hair from behind, "You know what I do to bad little bitches like you?" 

"What?" she whimpered, her pussy ready to find out.

"I punish them," shoving her head back down, she pushed Savannah's legs apart. Savannah looked back to see straps around Theresa's thighs. With one firm pump, Theresa's strap on was inside her. A gasp of surprise leapt out of her throat. Even though she was feeling it and seeing it, she still couldn't believe it. Even Savannah's dreams hadn't been this vivid. Theresa grabbed the hand cuffs for balance, pulling Savannah's body back on the plastic dick. The ridges of it moved against Savannah's insides causing her to gasp and moan. 

"That's it bitch, take it!" Theresa's hand came crashing down on her ass again. Savannah's ass jutted upwards, wanting more. She moved as much as she could, her clit rubbing slightly on the desk. She heard the chair slide against the floor. Looking back, Theresa had her leg up on the chair to change the angel that Savannah was being penetrated.

"More," she gasped. Her hormones were being overloaded and she was loving every minute of it.

"Oh, I'll give you more," Theresa put her on her back, draping Savannah's legs over her shoulders. Entering her again, Savannah's head rolled back as their hips created their own beat. Theresa pushed her lips out of the way, using her thumb to massage Savannah's clit. From this angle she had more control of her movement. She shoved her hips upwards, causing the contraption to push against Theresa's pussy. Savannah could see the repercussions of this action in Theresa's eyes. Her mouth stopped and her body took over. Savannah's legs slid around her waist, pulling her to her. Theresa pushed her back more on the desk so they were on it together. Her arms were still pinned behind her at the small of her back. Theresa was above her still on her knees to take up the slack. Their tongues melding together, Savannah kept her legs wrapped around Theresa's waist keeping them connected. Savannah's kisses traveled from her lips to her cheek. She nibbled on Theresa's ear, kissing at tender spots on her neck.

"Fuck me. I've been a bad girl," 

Theresa drove into her so hard that a shiver of pain rocketed through her. Encouraging her, Savannah locked her lips on her neck, wanting, needing more abuse. Savannah's hips bucked upwards and locked around her not wanting to move. She tightened her pussy muscles around the fake cock, crying out as Theresa brought her to a strong orgasm. Her eyes shot open long enough to see the same look of ecstasy in Theresa's eyes. Bringing her to orgasm caused Savannah's blood to pulse harder, her muscles spasming against the object in her pussy. Theresa helped prolong it, bucking in and out of her like a missile as she enjoyed her own roller coaster of pleasure. Due to the constant stimulus, another orgasm hit her, causing her body to seizure underneath Theresa's body. She closed her eyes enjoying the small bursts of color exploding against the black.

Counting to ten she worked on bring her breath back down to normal. She didn't really want to open her eyes incase what just happen was a dream. Carefully opening one eye and then the other, Theresa was looking at her. 

"So do you think you learned your lesson?" her tone was normal now. Savannah giggled, sitting up so Theresa could uncuff her.

"Well, I'm a slow learner, but yeah, I think I got it this time,"

The room was silent as the hand cuffs clinked open, "That's too bad," Theresa sounded disappointed. 

There were angry red rings around her wrists, with a few superficial scrapes where they'd gotten a little rough. Xavier was going to be upset that they didn't set up a video tape. 

"I was hoping I'd need to set up a rehabilitation program with you," 

A wicked smile flickered across Savannah's lips. Who ever said crime doesn't pay was a damn liar.



Sensory Overload Ch. 06



Giggles mingled with the chirping of the crickets when the top of the tent fell on them... again.

"Don't move." Xavier ordered, trying to maneuver around the deflated fabric.

"Are you SURE you don't want to get a cabin?" This was the second time in twenty minutes that the tent had fallen on them. 

"You wanted to camp, we're camping. Cabins aren't roughing it. Don't move." he repeated, shifting around to find the front of the tent.

"That's not a tent." she giggled when his hand landed on her breast.

"It's big enough to feed a small village." he joked, squeezing it playfully.

"Fix tent first; play later." she accentuated her command by taking his hand off her breast. He made his way through the dislocated tent, grumbling something about her not being very nice. With in a matter of minutes, the tent was off her and back in its original form.

"Baby, do you want some water?"

"Yeah, I could use something to drink." While X went to the car, Savannah stripped off her clothes, clad only in her string bikini bottoms. That was Xavier's favorite outfit on her. And what her man wanted, she made sure he got. 

"Hey baby, I restarted the fire. Why don't you come sit with me?"

Was he freaking serious? They'd been too tired to be intimate all week. They finally had time and energy and he wanted to snuggle? Knowing her current state of undress would change his mind, she decided against clothes and stepped out of the tent as is. Not that Savannah was shy, but they'd picked a camp site that was surrounded by a thick fence of pine trees. They had a tendency to be a little loud so they wanted a secluded area so they wouldn't bother the other campers. 

Sliding on her flip flops, she made her way to the back of the site where the fire was. The thick flames illuminated Xavier's naked body.

"What the hell?" she laughed when she seen that he was standing in a kiddy pool. 

"You might want to take off your shoes, it's a little slippery in here."

"What the hell?" she echoed when she sunk her feet in to a thick warm liquid.

"It's baby oil." 

She slipped a little, but was saved from falling on her ass by Xavier's strong arms. Looking around, she realized what was going on.

"You did this for me?" 

They were so close that his chuckle vibrated her rib cage. He placed small kisses on her lips, tucking her hair behind her ears, "Girl when are you going to realize I'd do anything for you?" Capturing his mouth with hers, she let her body language thank him for making yet another fantasy come true. Their tongues dance in a slow tango, taking the time to enjoy each others unique taste. Still wet from the baby oil bottle, Xavier massaged her breasts as her hand fondled his genitals. Another one of her fantasies was to see how hard she could get him before they had sex. Now was as good a time as any to test this out.

"Baby no, not this time."

But she ignored his protests, gently sliding to her knees. She steadied herself in the baby oil, continuing to stroke his cock as she sucked his balls into her mouth. His moans filled the forest, causing Savannah to stroke with more force. Trailing her tongue from the base to the head, she circled the head of his penis, licking the head in long luxurious licks before taking it in to her mouth. Not taking her left hand off his balls, she ran her right hand over the parts of his dick that her mouth wouldn't cover. With each time she took him in her mouth, she could feel him get even stiffer. That mounted her excitement, pushing her to take more of him in her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. 

She tightened her throat muscles, letting him buck his hips in short movements to get the full effect of her throat. He stopped slowly, tapping her on the shoulder. That was their sign that he wanted to continue with something else. Reluctantly, she let him pull out of her mouth. Her thong was soaked from the excitement of the moment. As he eased himself next down to her, she got on her hands and knees, assuming his favorite position. 

Instead, he laid on his side, helping her thong off her body. Cupping some of the baby oil in his large hand, he drizzled it down her back, massaging as their tongues tangled together in a frenzy. His hand made it's way down the small of her back and he rubbed more oil on her ass before his finger slid easily into her wetness. Pushing her hips back she moaned softly as his thumb applied pressure to her clit while he finger fucked her. 

"Oh no girl, you're gonna have to get louder than that." he chuckled, plunging a second finger in her. Sounds gurgled out of her at octaves she wasn't wanting to hit, but she couldn't control it. The whole situation was more erotic than she expected. He maneuvered underneath her so he could suck on her nipples, licking and biting the skin around them. She bucked against his hips, her body hungry for more. He eased her in front of him, her slick back against his stomach, draping her leg over his as he eased his cock in her. 

He let her tight hole get used to his girth. She writhed against him, letting him know it was time to get the party started. He grabbed her hips and began to pound into her. She leaned against his shoulder, their tongues finding each other. The motion of their fucking caused small waves of baby oil to slap against her skin. Gasping into their kiss, she let go so she could moan as his fingers strummed her clit. Her body mutinied an orgasm surfing through her before she could stop the wave. Wanting to help her out, Xavier bit her neck, knowing that would intensify things.

"Don't stop." she begged, wanting more of him. She groaned in protest as he pulled out of her. Not giving her time to say much, he placed her on her hands and knees, getting behind her. He wrapped her long hair around his fist like a leash before impaling her with one hard, swift motion. The easy pace he was using was long gone. He entered her again and again fast, hard, causing her to almost lose her breath. 

Slamming her hips backwards, their moans joined together making beautiful music. She tightened her pussy muscles, knowing that he wouldn't be able to handle it for long. Xavier groaned, slapping her ass as a reward for being a good girl. Letting go of her hair, he grabbed her hips with both hands, fucking her so hard that their body slapped loudly together. Another orgasm bubbled under the surface, begging to come out. His breath became ragged and she knew he was close too. She forced the orgasm down, waiting until he called out her name. He slammed into three hard times, holding her there as he came inside her, the action causing her to follow suit. Small bursts of light popped in front of her, her chest heaving, gasping for breath when she was done. 

He pulled out of her, sitting against the back of the kiddy pool. She slipped around until she landed next to him, snuggling in to the groove of her arm that she was pretty sure was made specifically for her. They'd been together for so long that they didn't need to talk a lot after sex. There was no more "Was that good for you?" because they both knew by the satisfied smiles that it was fantastic.

"You know what's gonna suck?" Savannah asked, breaking the silence.

"What's that baby?"

"Washing all this baby oil off."

He smiled down at her, giving her a small kiss, "The bath rooms are open all night. I'll just have to hose you off."



Sensory Overload Ch. 07



Savannah stared blankly at the television. It was quiet. Too quiet. Grabbing the phone, she dialed Xavier's cell. It went immediately to voice mail, signaling that he was in a meeting. He was in Dallas for two weeks on business and he was going to swing by and visit his grandpa. 

"Hey baby, I just wanted to let you know that I'm wearing your favorite hot pink nightie and getting ready to use the new toy you bought me while watching one of our tapes."

They'd made a couple of tapes for times like this, but it wasn't the same. Having to settle, she pushed play on the dvd and laid back on the bed.

She smiled as she watched Xavier kiss down her stomach, her body responding to the visualization. Her fingers traveled down the soft fabric of the nightie when the door bell rang. Oh hell, one of his friends was probably stopping by to make sure she was okay. Great timing. She threw on her robe that she used when her mom visited and ran to the door.

"Coming," she promised as the door bell rang again. Making sure whoever was on the other side of the door couldn't see anything they weren't supposed to, she opened it. On the other side of the door was a gorgeous Mexican woman with long legs and large, firm breasts.

"Can I help you?" Savannah couldn't take her eyes off of her full lips. A trench coat was covering the view of what she bet was a beautiful body.

"Is Savannah Peterman home?" 

"I'm Savannah, can I help you?" 

"I'm Mercedes Silva. I have a message from Xavier."

Warning signs prickled the hairs on the back of her neck, "What kind of message?"

Mercedes' slow smile would have been sexy if it wasn't for the sinking feeling in her stomach. "He said you might be a little apprehensive," French tip manicured fingers deposited a letter in Savannah's hand.

Nervously she opened the envelop, some what comforted to see Xavier's handwriting.

Savannah,

If you're reading this letter that means that Mercedes found the apartment. I know how lonely you've been since I've been gone. Mercedes works at the credit union I go to and I thought you might like her. So I talked to her before I left and after she seen some of the hot pictures I've taken of you, she gladly agreed to keep you busy for the weekend. Don't worry about video taping it or calling me to let me hear it. Just relax and have a good time. Think of her as a gift from me to you. Have a fun time unwrapping her.

I love you,

X

Staring at the paper she blinked at it, not saying anything for a minute, "Are you serious?"

Mercedes laughed, "That's what I said when he asked me about it. I thought he was teasing me."

"He's possibly the sweetest man ever," realizing that she was still in the hallway, she stepped out of her way.

"Come on in."

"X said to tell you that there's enough money in the account to call for take out for the weekend."

"You didn't bring any clothes?"

Mercedes turned like a model on a run way, dropping her coat where she stood. "Baby, I don't plan on wearing much."

As it was now, she was only wearing a silver thong with matching bra. Feeling completely over dressed and utterly turned on, Savannah deposited her robe on the couch, showing off the nightie that she was wearing.

"Xavier told me to have you model that for me. He was right." 

Savannah blushed as Mercedes closed the gap between them, claiming her tongue with hers. She wasn't used to all the attention and compliments that X tended to heap on her. Savannah's hands kneaded Mercedes' breasts through the fabric as Mercedes pushed the hot pink material off her body. Her tongue tasted like water melon and vodka. It made her wonder what the rest of the sexy Mexican tasted like. Stepping out of the pool of lace around her ankles, she didn't break their contact, hungry for her touch.

Mercedes took her hand, "Show me this sex swing you just bought."

Leading her back to the room, Savannah bent over to pull out the swing from underneath the bed. 

"Looks like someone was getting ready for a good time." 

Savannah had a hard time answering since Mercedes was behind her fingering her clit, "Two weeks without his big, thick, black cock seems like six years."

"I bet it does. Well I don't have a black cock, but I'll see what I can do to make it bearable." 

Eyeing her double D tits, still in the restraints, Savannah was pretty sure she'd make a good stand in. "Don't be shy girl, touch them if you want."

Hooking the swing together quickly, Savannah rejoined her "present" and unsnapped her bra from behind without breaking eye contact. Tossing the bra haphazardly to the floor, she rolled the dark nipples between her fingers, gladly taking her tongue back in her mouth. Mercedes found her clit again, pushing her back on the swing so she was resting on the cloth. Hitting play on the DVD player, she smiled. "Added stimulation," she grinned as she sunk to her knees, spreading her legs. Starting at her knees, Mercedes licked and kissed her way up to her apex, nibbling at the skin closest to her pussy. Her moans mixed with the ones that Xavier were giving her on the tape. Mercedes tongue plunged in to her pussy swirling around clit like she couldn't quite find it. She held on to the sides of the swing, leaning back as Mercedes lapped at the juices that were flowing from her. The swing rocked as the motions got for intense. Not wanting to be away from it, Savannah ran her hand through the thick black locks. 

Mercedes pulled back, smiling up at her, "Lay with me on the bed."

Savannah got up, not really wanting to move yet, but did what she was told. She greedily pushed Mercedes' thong off her, smiling happily when she seen a freshly shaved pussy. Reaching for it, Mercedes playfully slapped her hand away, "Not yet. This is still all about you."

Laying in the middle of the bed, her pussy got wetter as Mercedes crawled up the bed towards her, almost stalking her. Mercedes turned on the toy she had next to the bed, placing it on Savannah's clit. Savannah wanted to touch Mercedes but was denied again.

"If you want to touch me, you'll be a good girl and come for me." 

"Just a little touch," Savannah begged as pressure was applied to her clit.

"I'll let you do whatever you want, but you have to come once first. Be thankful I'm here, X was going to be mean and say three times."

"He likes to tease me," her breath was ragged as Mercedes took one of her nipples in her mouth. She bit down hard, causing surges of electricity clear down to her toes. "Oh fuck," she moaned as the toy was kicked up a notch.

"I'll fuck you all night long girl, but you have to come first." 

Savannah kissed her hard, sucking on her tongue as the vibrator was shoved deeper in her.

"It's gonna happen," she gasped into their kiss. Excitedly, Mercedes broke their kiss, and still keeping her ass up by Savannah lowered her top half back down to her pussy, removing the toy and replacing it with her tongue. Savannah's hips jutted upwards and she pawed at Mercedes skin, slapping her ass as she started to let go. She wriggled her body under Mercedes, pulling her lower half on to her face so she could taste Mercedes pussy as the convulsions rocked through her. She sucked on the clit in front of her, not allowing Mercedes to pull away. Even after the orgasm subsided, Mercedes kept licking at her pussy, even though it was tender. Savannah kissed and sucked it hungrily, getting more encouragement as the Savannah on the DVD begged Xavier to fuck her. She'd finally came, so that meant she could do whatever she wanted to Mercedes.

She rolled Mercedes off her, placing her on her back. Savannah kissed her way back down her stomach, sucking on her clit. Watching Mercedes clutch the sheets in her hands as she watched Savannah eat her out was turning her on more than she expected. Taking her tit in her hand, she rubbed it against Mercedes clit, getting her juices on it. Crawling between her legs, she placed it on Mercedes lips, letting her lick her own juices off as she sucked on Savannah's tits.

"Fuck me," Mercedes begged, gyrating her hips upwards. 

Savannah grinded against her, "Like this?" she teased, sucking on the skin around her nipple hard enough to leave a hickey. 

Mercedes wrapped her legs around Savannah's waist as they moved together, her cries beating out the DVD player.

"I'm gonna come too soon," Mercedes grunted, obviously not able to control herself.

"I've got more in store for you, come for me." 

That was all the encouragement she needed and she was bucking against her, crying out. When she came down, Savannah moved her to the swing, she was just getting started it was time to get all her sexual frustration out and she had all weekend to do it. 

"More, fuck me more!" Mercedes begged. Savannah was going to have to thank Xavier for sending her a freak. 

The hot Mexican in front of her was wet enough that she didn't have to lubricate her end of the double sided dildo that Savannah pulled out of her night stand. 

Mercedes sighed happily as her pussy muscles closed around the fake dick. Entering the other side in her, Savannah steadied herself for a minute before they began moving in unison. She grabbed her lover's hips making sure that the dick was securely moving in and out of her, their gasps and moans harmonizing together. 

Being in control turned Savannah on, causing her to slap Mercedes ass a little harder than she meant too. The cries of pleasure that erupted from Mercedes meant that she didn't mind it. In fact, she begged for more. Savannah grabbed her hair, pounding her as hard as she could. Mercedes slammed backwards causing the other end of the dildo to missile upwards into Savannah's soaked pussy. In an expert move, Mercedes stretched her leg out moving it so she flipped over on her back, putting her legs over Savannah's shoulders.

Savannah grabbed her legs, watching Mercedes' breasts bounce as she fucked her. 

"It's gonna happen again," Mercedes warned. Savannah was past being able to talk. Her animal instincts had taken over and her body had completely taken over. The two girls screamed with the Savannah on the DVD as they came together one last time. Savannah's pussy muscles clamped down around the dildo harder than they ever had before. Mercedes jerked and bounced against the plastic, slowing down when her orgasm was over. 

Carefully, Savannah backed out, taking the toy out of both of them. She took the toy in the bathroom to clean it, leaving it to dry on a wash cloth. She padded back into her bedroom to see Mercedes stretched out on her bed, still flush from their love making. Curling up next to her, she kissed her, the taste of her still fresh.

"If that's just a taste of what's to come, we might have to make this a regular thing." 

Savannah giggled, playing with Mercedes' belly button ring, "Xavier's business trips might not suck so bad any more."