The Pussy Whispers

by Dean Jéan-Pierre

  3. You find yourself doing and saying things that at first make you cringe that you have become this person who allows her desires to overwhelm her senses. The words that come from your mouth shocks you but you can no longer help yourself because your body and mind are constantly on fire for his touch, his kisses…his dick that you want to mold so it can always be with you.

  4. You know in your heart that you are heading down a one-way street and you can’t turn back but you are powerless to resist what you are feeling. Addictions by their very nature usually don’t end well but you don’t care—just this one time, you will throw caution to the wind as the sensual pleasure that has invaded your life makes you do so.

  5. You neglect your friends just on the off chance that he might drop by or call you. You want to be ready just in case he decides to come by for a few minutes.

  Stacey shook her head in amazement as she walked down the hall past the cleaning crew on the way to the bathroom and nodded hello to them. Was she really dick whipped? Was her pussy now on a short leash for Duke? She suspected that the cleaning men would sneak glances at her thick frame when she walked by but she could never prove it. The roar of the vacuum cleaners masked their words, but men will be men. They can't help sneaking a peek at every reasonably decent woman that walks by, and by the time she has walked away, every hole on her body has been filled in a man's imagination.

  Stacey’s sweet holes ached to be filled by Duke as she stepped into the bathroom. For a moment, she wished he was hiding in the bathroom waiting to devour her. Yeah...she was whipped and loving every minute of it! Her laughter resounded in the bathroom and was drowned out by the vacuuming noises outside of the door. The face staring back at her from the bathroom window was beautiful according to what men had always told her. If pressed, she would have to admit that she was a beautiful woman according to the standards of society. Her light complexion and unblemished skin were decorated with amber colored eyes, soft pink lips that were always glossy and ready to be kissed. There was an approachable warmth to her smile that gave men confidence when they approached her, that she would not laugh in their faces and send running away with their limp dicks between their legs. They could not possibly know that beneath her confident exterior was a woman so shy that hearing herself moan during sex made her blush profusely.

  She peered in closer to the mirror to apply her cherry lip gloss, and she licked her lips as she imagined his manhood trapped between its warmth. It wasn't something a lady was supposed to brag about but she loved giving head. The reaction she received in the past confirmed that she was quite good at it and she loved doing it because it gave her pleasure. Feeling a man’s erection pulsating like a heart beat between her lips turned her on and made her so wet that if she relaxed her pussy muscles, cum would gush from between her pretty wings like a fire hydrant in the middle of summer. The fact that her man became a moaning, groaning, screaming idiot when her soft lips strangled his dick was a bonus.

  The cleaning guys pretended to be busy as she walked by but Stacey felt their eyes on her ample bottom. The men gave each other knowing looks and simulated spanking her ass as they rode her hard and deep without any mercy. Stacey consciously slowed her steps down but with the black skirt she was wearing, her ass had a mind of its own as it sashayed back and forth in search of attention. She heard the elevator door open behind her as she opened the office door and locked it without turning back. A few seconds later, the tapping of fingers against the glass door made her turn around, her eyes opened wide and a look of shock was etched across her face.

  It was him. It was Duke.

  Stacey stood there dumbfounded as if unsure of what to do as she stared at his dark frame through the glass door. The lettering of the company’s logo on the glass fragmented his face like a jigsaw puzzle. She stared directly through the O in Operations and his sensual pussy sucking lips teased her, sending her mind racing again to the first time he sucked on her lips and clit and buried the girth of his gauntlet inside of her moistness. She could still feel him throbbing and sliding deep inside of her days after they had made love. It was as if his deep probing had opened a secret portal inside of her pussy and she craved to have him inside of her again so she could drown his dick in the sweetness of her rosewater. A spring of wetness bubbled furiously inside of her panties as she watched him and she pierced her lips to swallow her moans. Her pussy was conveying to her in urgent Morse code what her mind and body were craving.

  Duke stood there, unmoving, staring intently at her, fucking her with his eyes and daring her not to let him in. Her body quivered with desire and it felt like a thousand needles pierced in every pore of her body. However, there were only two pores she desired something deep inside of at the moment. A sudden naughty thought of lifting up her skirt and bending over her desk to let him fuck his pussy flashed across her mind. Her clit throbbed in compliance of her thoughts. The intensity of that thought made her blush. Looking at her suddenly blushing through the closed door, he knew what she was thinking. He had come for the same reasons that were written all over her face and danced in her amber eyes.

  Duke wasn’t sure if Stacey would still be in her office, but he decided that being spontaneous and catching her off guard would work in his favor. After today, she would always wonder if maybe today would be the day that he would come by again unannounced. He would always be on her mind even when she wasn’t totally conscious of his presence. Years of experience had taught him that the mind was the biggest sexual organ. If you are able to infiltrate it and fill it with erotic thoughts and images that will remain even in your absence, then you are able to make love to a woman and dick a woman down from thousands of miles away. The seeds of passion are not planted with the sweet strokes of your dick, but laid with the foundation of the gentle deep probing of the words you say to wet her imagination. When the imagination is wet, the pussy is never too far behind to join in the cum shower.

  “What are you doing here?” Stacey stammered as she opened the door to let Duke in.

  His body barely touched hers as he brushed by her but it was enough to make her nipples hard against the silky fabric of her bra. She tried to subtly inhale the scent of his Eternity cologne as he walked by, but then he pressed her up against the wall next to the receptionist desk and his growing erection pressed hard into the soft flesh between her thighs.

  “I came for you. I felt you thinking about me, wanting me, and I needed to kiss you again," he said boldly.

  “You came all this way for a kiss?” Stacey asked as the heat in her body rose and he slipped his hand around her waist then cupped her ass. “Here’s a peck on the check,” she said jokingly as she stared deep into his eyes. She felt weak as if she was going to pass out. His fingers stroked her pink cheeks, his erection pulsated throughout her skirt against her clit; and if her clit could speak right now; it would speak in multiple languages of orgasmic ecstasy. The bristly hairs of his goatee rubbed against her chin and tickled it as he leaned in to suck her bottom lip with a kiss. Her lips parted open and her hot breath escaped in a rush to ignite the skin on his face. “Oooooh,” she moaned as he sucked her bottom lip into the heat of his mouth. It was beginning all over again. She was flying off to places unknown without a seat belt, and her façade of being in control of her feelings was as see-through as a negligee from Victoria's Secret or a man pretending not to stare at a beautiful woman when she walked by because he is with his woman. All men look, it is like breathing to them. The absence of not doing it would render their eyes useless to them.

  "You know what I want, don't you?" His husky voice filled the tiny hole of her ear. She knew what he wanted but she loved hearing the words. The words would ripple through her body and they would make her feel...submissive.

  "Tell me what you want?"

  His hands were gliding effortlessly around her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples and the heat felt between both of them loosened the top two buttons of her orange blouse. Sweat trickled down her cleavage e
ven though the air in the office was cool. She was on fire and ready to explode with the slightest provocation. The low humming of the vacuum cleaner momentarily brought her back to her senses. Even though the office lights were turned off, they could still be seen through the glass door. Sensing her sudden shyness, Duke said, "Let's go somewhere more private so I can really have my way with you." Stacey took Duke's hand and led him to an empty office that wasn't being used by anyone in her law firm. The only furniture in the office was a desk and chair when she flicked the lights on.

  Stacey had never in all her thirty-five years, done anything so daring as bringing a man into her work place after office hours. Concern flashed in her amber eyes as she turned to face Duke and he did what he always seemed to do to her; he calmed her fears and brought her back to the moment before she allowed her thoughts to sabotage the pleasure that was in store for both of them.

  "It's just me and you here. Leave everything outside and just enjoy us being here together." His voice soothed her nerves and he kissed her again. He was such a sweet talker without sounding cheesy. This time, he kissed her more urgently and forcefully pulled her body into his. It felt good to have him so close. The scent of his manliness and cologne ignited an already smoldering fire. His hands and fingers hungrily searched her body as he kissed her lips, shoulders; her closed eyelids; and he used his tongue to trace small circles all around her neck. Stacey moaned uncontrollably. What was this man doing to her? Even if she wanted to stop moaning—she couldn't. Her body was so aroused and her mind was slowly being mind fucked by his words. Stacey was so turned on that she didn't realize Duke had slipped his hands into her skirt and yellow boy shorts. She tried to pull away in mock protest at his boldness for thinking he could have her anywhere and anytime he wanted. He was supremely confident, bordering on almost arrogant but a confident man who could back up his words with dick pounding action turned Stacey on. She liked knowing that someone was in control in the bedroom and she didn't want it to be her. She wanted to be told what to do, how to do it, how deep to take and suck it, and if she dared to refuse; a little subtle pressure to coerce her should be applied. That shit made her pussy tingle like a crazy car alarm that wouldn’t stop buzzing. She wanted Duke to ring her alarm until she damn near lost her mind.

  Before she could protest any further, his soft pussy sucking lips were on her nipples trying to suck the erectness out of them. The more he licked and sucked them, the harder they got. "You're making me crazy," she managed to moan in between a free breath. "You're making me do things I've never done before in my life and corrupting me." It wasn't a complaint from Stacey but more of a sudden realization of where she was and what she was doing. If her girlfriends could see her now; hair disheveled, blouse open, a man's hands all over her ass and pussy, and she was loving every minute of her newly found sexual awareness.

  "You know you love it," Duke breathed on her neck as he gently bit her. Her body collapsed into his arms and there was no denying that she was caught up and completely hooked on the adrenaline rush of being enraptured and devoured by this man.

  Duke stepped a few inches away from Stacey to continue teasing her. Her body was on the brink of exploding and he was galloping right behind her. The fatness of his dick bulged against his pants and Stacey's eyes cast downward to sneak a peek. She unconsciously licked her lips in throaty hunger.

  "I know you want to feel that fat dick on your lips—come here."

  Stacey did as she was told and Duke placed her hand on the pulsating bulge in his pants. He closed her fingers around his erection and she squeezed it carefully as if not to hurt it.

  “Feels good,” he breathed hotly in her ears. Her nipples were pressed into his chest; his erection throbbed through her skirt like the soft wrapping of knuckles on a door. Stacey wanted to fling her pretty wings wide open to let Duke fill her completely again as he had done two weeks ago. She shivered as she recalled the depth of his penetration. Duke's hands curled around her neck and she stared into his eyes. She felt weak. Her face was flushed with light perspiration and her mind was spinning. "On your knees." She gulped wanting to defy Duke's command but his stare was so intense that it made her large amber eyes blink repeatedly as if she was staring into the sun. He repeated his command again. This time a little firmer to let her know that it wasn't a request but an order.

  "I can't."

  "Don't tell me you can't! You will do as I say," he increased the pressure around her neck to let her know he was serious. Stacey was used to being in control in her everyday life but she didn't mind relinquishing control to a man who knew what to do with so much power.

  Duke unbuckled his pants, pulled his zipper down and watched Stacey's eyes and lips as his pants fell into a heap around his feet. His erection poked through the open flap of his boxers and swayed back and forth as it waited for her lips to engulf it in its warmth. Stacey's eyes followed the hypnotic swaying of Duke’s anaconda like thick black dick. She didn't have a choice to do anything else but to drop to her knees, spread her lips apart and sigh deeply as the hot flesh of his dick landed smoothly on her lips. She slid his boxers down to his feet while keeping a firm lock on his dick with her lips. The flap to his boxers said, “Caution! Enter at your risk!” She had been cautious all her life; today—she would just say fuck it and do what she wanted to do for once.

  Duke stood rigid waiting to see if her lips were as sweet as they looked. Usually if a woman was an excellent kisser, then her dick sucking skills will be equally pleasing. She took the first few inches of his manhood between her lips and massaged his shaft with her right hand. He exhaled sharply as the pleasure he was receiving made his knees buckle and he grabbed her hair to steady himself. Damn! She had sucked the air completely out of him and she hadn’t yet taken the entire length of his shaft into her mouth and down her throat. Her lips felt soft and fluffy like a cloud. He felt like a tree caught in a gentle seductive breeze that was blowing both his heads at the same time. The deeper she took him into her mouth, the louder his moans became. She was now in control. Her hands moved down to his balls, cupped them and gave them a few squeezes as if she was squeezing one of those stress balls at work. He leaned back, dug his fingers deep into her scalp and fed every inch of his dick to her lips and mouth.

  Stacey gagged and tried to pull away, but his hold was unrelenting as the thick veins of his dick slid across her tongue to cut off her air passage. Just as she thought she was about to black out stuffed with dick; he pulled her head away and she was both scared and exhilarated at the same time. She wanted it again but didn’t want to ask for it. She was still trying to be a good girl even though she was down on her knees sucking a man’s dick in her office after hours. She looked up at him from her knees hoping that her eyes would tell him that he should do it again. Her eyes said, Feed me that dick again!

  Duke stared down at her and looking into her innocent eyes made his dick throb even harder. The moans that came from her lips as he slid down her throat were the moans of a woman whose hunger for dick had never been fully satisfied—until now. He knew she wanted him to force it down her throat again, but he wanted her to ask him to do it. Hearing a beautiful woman say naughty things had always been a turn-on for him. There was just something about making a good girl do things that took her completely out of her element as she embraced her inner erotic self.

  “Tell me what you want?” He urged her as his right hand still grasped behind her neck.

  “You know what I want. Don’t make me say it.”

  “If you want it that badly—then you will have to ask for it,” Duke told a thirsty Stacey. Her lips quivered as she watched his dick bobbing up and down. She had to have that feeling again. Knowing that a dick could make her feel so good and was only a few inches away from her lips, was almost too good to be true.

  “Feed my throat, baby. Ram that fat dick down my throat again!” she cried out.

  Hearing those words sent a fire racing through Duke's dick like a log being set on fire
, and it made Stacey’s nipples and clit ache for deliverance from the sweet pain of torture engulfing her body and mind. It didn’t sound like her voice saying those words coming from her mouth; but she recognized the guttural moans as hers when his dick pierced the warmth of her lips, rattled against her teeth and filled the space in her throat. This time, she was ready, and curled her tongue around his erection to bend it to her will.

  Duke stood there as if he had been electrified on a fence as Stacey deftly swallowed every delicious inch of his black dick. In an effort to regain control, Duke slowly withdrew his glistening manhood from Stacey's lips but not without resistance from her. She tightened her lip hold on his dick and she moaned in defiant anger when the last few inches plopped out of her mouth.

  Saliva dripped seductively from Duke's dick like a slow leaking faucet and he wanted every drop to splash into Stacey's wet pond. He didn't have to say anything to her. She knew what she had to do. Her face flushed with excitement, eyes wide open in wonderment, Stacey felt as if she was in a trance as she removed her blouse and bra. She had never thought to do something like this before Duke, and now, here she was on her knees being submissive and loving it.

  "Lay down and let me take those panties off for you."

  Stacey lay down on her back without a word of protest and Duke followed her to the floor. Her pussy throbbed with fevered arousal and her legs trembled uncontrollably when Duke grazed her legs and thighs with his fingertips. "Damn," Stacey said to herself as he slid her skirt and yellow boy shorts down her legs. Her entire body was shaking and he hadn't even entered her as yet. Before sleeping with Duke, she thought that she had enjoyed great sex. After their first time together, Stacey would never admit this to Duke, but he made her feel and say things that sent her mind into orbit. Her body went into a state of orgasmic shock and constant craving for his touch. Her heart was beating so fast every time she came; she would cry into Duke's chest as orgasm after orgasm hurtled through her pussy walls and whispered sweetly from her moist lips.