"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.
TOMMY 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."
I'm sitting at my desk going through paperwork, wanting to blow my brains out. I look up and Hannah walks past. Tommy wasn't lying. At about five-foot-six, her height is the only thing average about her. She has blonde hair and blue eyes. She's tan and absolutely gorgeous. A pair of khaki pants shape her ass and hips perfectly, and a tight-fitting red shirt showcases a set of perky 34C breasts, but still leaves a little to the imagination.
I glance up and Tommy is in the distance. His hands are on his desk and he is pretending to jackhammer his desk drawer. I damn near shoot water out of my nose as Hannah walks up to me.
"Are you Joel?" She smiles.
Her lips are gorgeous, and they'd look fantastic wrapped around my cock.
"I am. Nice to meet you. You must be the new intern."
She blushes a little. They usually do. It's not my fault.
"Yeah, for the week anyway. It's an assignment for class. I have some files for you."
She sets them down on my desk. I'm now very interested. I usually have a rule about not shitting where I eat. No office hook-ups. The last thing I need is to feel awkward every time I'm at work. Interns are an entirely different story, as long as they aren't the boss's daughter. I do have limits. But the others, well, I feel they deserve some kind of parting gift.
"Well that's cool. Should look good on your resume." I can't stop staring at her eyes.
"That's what I'm hoping." A 'please fuck me' smile spreads across her face.
"So, do you know someone in the office? How'd you end up here?" I tap some keys on the keyboard and pull up my email, so as not to appear too interested. But I am most definitely listening. It's time to gather some intelligence.
"No, it's all set up through the college. Maybe you could show me around? I don't really know anyone." She chews on one of her fingernails and rocks her hips slightly.
I can't stop glancing over, her needy pussy just a few feet from my face, covered only by a thin layer of khaki material and no panties. I checked for the lines earlier when I sized up her ass in those pants.
Oh, I'm going to show you something.
"Well, I'm a little busy today. Maybe we can grab a drink after work? I can tell you all about the place."
"Oh my gosh, that would be great. I'm so nervous. It's my first real job. I don't want to screw it up." She bites on her lip and I want to drag her into a closet and tell her all about the place right now.
"No worries. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine."
I stare up at those eyes of hers once more. I'll fit in you just fine.
"Why don't you meet me back here around 4:30? I know a place we can go right around the corner."
"It's a date." Her words go up a note, and her face is tinged a pink hue.
This is going to be a fun week. Her ass sways back and forth in those khakis as she walks away, slightly peeking over her shoulder and smiling. She's used to driving the boys at college crazy, but the hot ones always get tired of 20-year-olds shaking on top of them for two minutes and then rolling over. They all want a mature man to teach them the ways of the bedroom.
Now honestly, I could fuck Hannah later this afternoon. But that's just boring and then it would be weird all week. For some reason women always grow attached after a little roll in the sheets. It'll be more fun to tease her. Make that pussy yearn in her panties every day, then give her a memory that will haunt her sex life for the rest of her existence.
Goddamn, that ass though. It'll be hard to hold out all week. I can't wait to wrap those legs around my head and bury my face into that cunt while she comes all over my tongue. My cock is stiff as a fucking board and I'm going to have to hang out at the desk for a few minutes to get things in order down there.
"Hey buddy!" I damn near fall over in my chair. Tommy is standing right behind me laughing his ass off.
"Why don't you stand up and give us a show in that circus tent ya got going on down there?" He's laughing, and even I have to smile as I glance around to make sure nobody hears him.
"You're such a dick. But an honest one, I'll give you that. That girl has a fucking body on her, Jesus."
"Told you man. I saw the look too. She's probably in the bathroom wringing those panties out as we speak."
I shrug. "What can I say? It's what I do."
"Guess you'll be busy tonight. Was going to see if you wanted to hang." He stares at the floor.
"Nah man, I'm free. I'll take care of that Friday, after I lay the groundwork all week." I hit send on an email.
"You work way too hard at this. Complete lack of efficiency in your game, Sir." He checks the screen on his phone.
"Oh, it'll be worth it. You should take notes." I look up at him and smile.
"Shit. I guess it's not being cocky if it's true. I'll catch you tonight, swing by around seven? Play some fuckin' Halo?"
"Sounds good, man. I'll catch you then."
I give him a fist bump and he walks off. I'm certain he's going somewhere to avoid work.
It's 4:30 and my little fuck project is standing at my desk, looking around. I walk up to her.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. You ready to go?"
"Yes. Can't wait to get out of here." She brushes her palms down her hips.
Sorry to disappoint, Hannah, but you're going to be performing solo until Friday. Rules are rules.
I hold the door open for her on the way out, and she frowns. They always do.
"So it's just right up here around the corner?" She points to the end of the block as people stream out of buildings in skirts and suits.
"Yeah, it's a cool little place. Not too loud, where we can hear each other talk." I put my hand on her lower back and guide her out of someone's path.
I can feel her tremble a bit as she smiles at me. "Sounds perfect."
We finally reach the place and walk in. I lead her to the back and she orders a vodka and Red Bull. I'm immediately reminded of her age. I order a Glenfiddich on the rocks.
"So, you're an accounting major?" I turn back to those blue eyes after the waitress walks away.
"Yeah, my dad is a CPA and there's not a lot of promise in a fashion degree."
We both chuckle.
"This is true. So what do they have you doing?"
"Grunt work. Filing and running errands."
Her eyes are amazing. I thought they were bright blue at first but there are hints of a smoky gray that make them very unique. She keeps talking and all I can think about is staring at those eyes while she tries to swallow my dick.
The conversation isn't as bad as I thought it'd be. She's pretty bright, and not just another airhead with a nice ass. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it's nice to be able to hold a conversation without a bunch of 'likes' and 'totallys' and 'oh my gods' that usually accompany the sorority types. Well, I don't mind the latter so much—when they're moaning it.
"You'll do fine, I promise. Just get used to the guys in the building ogling you. We don't get a lot of beautiful interns in the office. You'll probably get hit on quite a bit."
She blushes. "Well, that's sweet. I'm sure it won't be as bad as at school. The boys there are
so immature."
I like where this is headed. She's about to tell me how she prefers older men.
"It's why I don't date college guys. Nothing but dick and fart jokes."
I'm a soothsayer, using my powers for evil.
"Oh yeah, what kind of guys do you date?"
She grins and leans slightly toward me. "Older, mature men."
"Is that so?"
The flirting has officially begun and she is eating it up. Her cheeks are turning pink, she's flipping her hair around, might as well have a sign on her head that says 'fuck me, Joel.'
"Yes—" She pauses while the waitress sets our drinks down. Hannah stirs her drink and licks her lips. "So, tell me about you. Are you married?"
"Nope."
"Girlfriend?"
"Nope."
"Aww, why not? You're a nice guy—" She takes a large, slow drink. Her lips around the straw have my dick warring with my zipper for freedom. "—and cute too."
She's getting bold, I like it. Vodka Red Bulls will do that to a 21-year-old co-ed.
"Well, that's nice of you to say. Humoring an old man."
"I'm not joking." She reaches out and grabs my hand and laughs momentarily, before slowly sliding it back over to her side of the table.
Interesting, she's more forward than I thought. It should make the week fun.
We laugh for a while and finish up our drinks. I walk her back to her car.
"Don't sweat it. You'll do great. You okay to drive?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fine."
Damn right you are fine.
My dick is about to explode. Must have self-control, stick to the plan.
I give her a peck on the cheek and thank her for a nice time. She hovers for more, but I walk away before I throw her up against her car and show her how a real man treats a woman.
I can sense the excitement, and the disappointment as I'm walking to my car. I know she sees me get in the Fastback and that pussy is calling my name more than ever. Enjoy your fingers tonight, Hannah.
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