The Panty Whisperer: The Complete Series (6 page)

She's trying to scream, but can barely get any words out as I grab her hair and yank her up toward my face. I clap my hand over her mouth, and fuck her to the rhythm of the screams that build in her lungs and land against my palm.

She's in heaven. I can tell she's never been fucked like this before, only dreamed about it while wrapped up in her bed sheets.

My mouth is next to her ear. "Tell me. Tell me what you want. I already know what it is."

The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes off the brick walls of the building. I take my hand off her mouth and smack her ass again. She tightens around my cock and moans.

"I want your cock in my ass." Her words are a jumbled mess, the sound of her voice vibrating from how fast I'm fucking her.

"What's that? Couldn't hear you."

She moans something like a whimper. "I want you to fuck my ass."

A wry smile spreads across my face, her words music to my ears. I could tell she wanted it dark and dirty the first day I met her.

I let my spit drip down in between her ass cheeks, while still pummeling her from behind. I work my natural lube into her clenched asshole with my thumb while she reaches back and spreads her ass for me. I'm getting it nice and wet as I slip my cock out of her.

I drop down to my knees.

"Play with that pussy. Give me a show."

She rubs her hand back and forth over her mound, cooing and moaning up at the bright, full moon. I spread her ass cheeks, revealing that beautiful asshole that's about to have my cock buried deep inside of it. I spit all over it and shove my tongue inside. She jerks suddenly and starts rubbing her clit harder and faster. I get her nice and wet, darting my tongue in and out.

I work my fingers inside, readying her for her wildest fantasy, then grab a small container of lube from my jacket pocket. I'd planned ahead. I squirt some on her ass and my fingers, then start working it in slowly. She's moaning as I take my fingers in and out of her, her tight hole loosening more each time I press them in.

"You ready?"

She nods. "Please."

Now, the plunge maneuver doesn't work on the asshole. That's a good way to send her to the hospital while catching a case of blue balls in the waiting room. No, slow and steady is the way to enter the back door. I tease the engorged head of my cock up against her. I start to ease my way in, back and forth.

She tightens at first, but quickly relaxes and lets me inside of her. I grab the lube and squeeze more out on to the shaft of my dick, slowly teasing my head in and out of her. The last thing I want to do is hurt this incredible woman. She utters a slight squeal as I watch my cock slowly disappear.

Oh my god, it is so fucking tight.

This isn't going to last long.

"You feel so fucking good." I grab the sides of her hips.

She coos. "You like it?"

"God yes. You want me to fuck it?"

She nods. "Hard."

"I know." I dig my fingers into her hips and start to pick up the intensity. My prick has now spread the lube through every inch of her. She's completely relaxed and it's time to go to town.

I speed up, slowly increasing the tempo as her head flies back up to the night and she moans louder with each thrust. This woman is all about being fucked in her ass. The harder I pound her, the happier it makes her. I love every minute of it.

She reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks wide, letting me feel the depths of her. My balls are slapping against her hot cunt and I'm not going to last much longer.

"I'm going to fucking come."

"I'm getting close." I grunt, as I feel my balls start to tense up.

"Make me come." Her voice is eager, and incredibly hot.

I don't even respond. I just keep fucking her as hard as I can, trying not to blow before she gets off. She starts to tremble. Her ass clamps down on me, and I slam into her. She wraps up number three, her asshole spasming around my cock as I feel her pussy come underneath me.

I reach down and grab her lightly by the throat, and pull her up close to my face so I can see her eyes.

"Where do you want it?" I smack her bright red ass cheek, but this time her eyes light up with excitement.

"Blow it all over my dirty little hole." She grins as her eyes roll back.

Motherfucker! It's time.

"Spread those fucking ass cheeks,
wide
." It's a command as I grind my jaw.

She does as I say.

My cock swells inside of her and my load rushes from my balls into the head of my dick. I can't hold out much longer. I pull out of her ass and start stroking it furiously.

"Keep 'em spread!"

She looks back at me with those big brown eyes, her hands gripped on her pale ass cheeks dotted with freckles, covered in redness from being spanked like a whore. She yanks her cheeks further apart, giving me a perfect view of her pink hole, her beautiful pussy beneath it, still glistening and streaming down her legs.

My head tilts toward the moon and I belt out a grunt. My first wave is a direct hit and shoots straight onto her. Elation covers her face as my hot jizz lashes across her asshole and pussy. I keep stroking, emptying my balls completely. Some of it lands on her ass cheeks and sprays up to her lower back as I mark her as mine.

I'm still convulsing, fisting my cock as I thrust a few more times, shaking out every last drop. I reach out with my fingers and scoop some of it onto them. Leaning over to her, she opens wide, and I bury my fingers into her mouth as she licks them clean, savoring every drop with that filthy tongue of hers.

I pull her up and flip her around to me before planting a long soft kiss on her lips, then lean into her ear and whisper. "Did you enjoy the dessert?"

She grips my forearm with her nails. "You are a fucking god."

No. No I'm not. I'm the panty whisperer.

T
OMMY
BLACKWELL
HAS
been my best friend for the past 20 years. He's a good looking guy, early 30s, light-brown hair, in decent shape. The thing with Tommy is that he still acts like we're in sixth grade. The man is a genius, but nobody would ever know it when first talking to him. He takes nothing in life seriously. It's one of the things I love about him. It's also one of the things I hate about him. He happens to be absolutely hilarious, which helps his cause, especially with the ladies. Women love a good sense of humor, and he has more than enough for all of them.

It's weird. Most guys with his level of intelligence are socially inept. I had professors that were smart like that. I couldn't understand a word they'd say. Conversations were just awkward. I'd have Tommy teach me calculus and it was a bunch of 'shits' and 'fucks' coupled with a crystal clear understanding and explanation of the concepts.

I got him a job at my company because I thought maybe it'd turn him into an adult. Poor thinking on my part, but he's actually damn good at it. He's great with the numbers, and his personality scores him all kinds of points with clients. He'll call me from titty bars, hammered out of his mind with executives for multi-million dollar accounts, and they always sign on the dotted line. It's ridiculous.

We're both in the office this week so we decide to grab lunch at the cafeteria. I walk around the corner.

"Hey look, it's the Panty Whisperer." His words boom throughout the building, alerting everyone in earshot to my presence.

I shake my head, expecting nothing less from him.

"You still call yourself that, right?" He smiles.

"You should know. You gave me the name in high school." I sit down at the table across from him.

"Bullshit, that title is self-proclaimed, you arrogant bastard." He laughs, looking around to verify that people heard him.

What do you do? I have to smile and roll with it. "You're such a dick. Some things never change. How's life?"

"Good, good. You?" He cuts me off before I can reply. "Have you seen the new intern walking around? Jesus, dude. She's on fire—probably 21, junior at the college. You'll know when you see her. She has an ass that would launch a thousand ships."

This piques my interest. I prefer pleasuring women my own age, but I always take delight in ruining a younger woman's sexual encounters for the rest of her life. The frat boys just don't quite measure up.

"Oh yeah? Accounting major?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Yeah, her name is Hannah Smithee. No, no, no, wait, maybe it's Hannah Titties? Or Hannah Bent Knees? Fuck man, I can't remember."

Jesus. People are staring at us now and my face has to be pink. He's the only person on earth who can get this kind of reaction out of me.

"You do realize we are at work, right?"

He ignores my question. "Went by and saw your mom the other day."

"Oh yeah? She loves your sorry ass. No idea why. I'm going to church with her this weekend."

"Yeah, I know. She told me. I bet she's praying for you to find a wife right now and have some grandkids." He mocks me in a falsetto. "When are you going to settle down, Herbert? Find a nice young woman to marry and give your poor mother some grandbabies? When are you going to stop banging the jezebels and repent of your sins?"

Good god, I nearly choke on my drink I'm laughing so hard. I have to change the subject.

"So, you gonna make a run at Hannah?" I flash another smile.

"Are you?"

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe."

"Then no."

"What? Why? You don't want to compete with this?" I lean back and give my abs a quick rub.

He looks at me like I'm stupid. This should be great.

"Let me break this down for you—"

I can't wait to hear this high-level analysis of our women-bedding skills.

"Now take me, I'm a solid B-plus—an 8.5 if you will—in the sack. Hell, maybe even an A-minus if I trim the ol' dick beard up and give the illusion of an extra inch or two. Herbert Hannover is the fucking Good Will Hunting of banging. Why would I go up against him? Sorry, I don't fuck from a position of weakness."

"Oh, we're using poker analogies now?"

"Exactly, Sir!
Poke her
analogies to be precise. I forgive you for your pronunciation error."

We both start laughing uncontrollably and people start to stare. We don't care at this point. He continues, barely able to keep a straight face.

"One does not follow up Herbert Hannover in the bedroom. It's a Newtonian law of coitus."

"A what?" I shoot him a blank stare.

"I'm not about to look like an amateur, fucking your leftovers. You're an impossible standard to live up to." He breaks out his Emperor Palpatine voice. It's creepy and eerily precise. "Search your feelings, Herbert, you will know it to be true."

Jesus Christ, this guy. I can't stop laughing. "You're fucking crazy. Anyway, I better get back to work. Great catching up. Let's grab drinks next week."

"Let's do it."

I start to walk away and he says, "Love you, buddy."

I shake my head. "Love you too."