The Panty Whisperer: The Complete Series (10 page)

She slaps me across the face—I'm surprised at how much it turns me on—before she starts riding my cock like a mad woman, bouncing as hard as she can and taking it all inside of her.

"Jesus fucking Christ." I grunt, which elicits a wide smile from her.

She slaps me again.

"You like it when I ride this dick hard? This pussy wrapped around your cock, and these big fucking tits in your face?" She grits her teeth and leans down, smothering my face with her soft breasts.

Adrenaline courses through my veins. This is a pleasant surprise. I haven't been this turned on in a long time. I'm about to blow my load inside of her. I take one of her tits in my mouth, and bite down on her nipple, before shoving her off of me and standing up on the side of the bed. She's lying on her back, staring at me with those big eyes, practically begging for me to finish her off.

"You going to stand there or are you going to fuck this pussy?" She rubs her fingers on her clit in little semicircles.

"Get your fucking ass over here." I reach around her legs and yank her to the edge of the bed.

She squeals and slaps her palm on her mound. I lift one of her legs with one hand and smack her ass as hard as I can.

"You want to get fucked like a whore?"

"God yes." She squirms against the bedsheets.

I reach down and dig my fingers into her thighs and shove her legs apart. "Spread your fucking legs."

Leaning over the top of her, I grab a handful of hair and squeeze it so hard my knuckles turn pale. She squirms. I slap my cock up and down on her clit, sliding over the top of it with my shaft.

I lean down and run my teeth up her neck, before hovering next to her ear. "Where do you want me to come, Hannah?" I trace the curve of her cheek with my index finger. "On this pretty fucking face of yours?" I slide my fingers across her lips and then shove them into her mouth. "In your mouth, like a little slut?" I exhale into her ear and little pebbles form down the skin on her neck. I reach down and slap my hand on one of her tits, and then roll her nipple between my index finger and thumb. "Come on these fucking tits?" Her hips rise off the bed, knowing my hand is coming for her pussy next. I slide down to it and she shudders, my words in her ear stimulating every nerve in her body. I slip two fingers inside and take them deep.

She gasps as I curl them up and run them along the ridges inside of her. "Or should I blow in your cunt? And watch you take it all like a filthy fucking slut?" I slide my fingers out of her.

She moans at the last bit. Loud. I know what her answer is.

I bite down on her shoulder and shove my cock to the hilt, burying it as far and as deep as possible. I return to her ear and growl into it. "Remember this shit. Because nobody will ever fuck you as hard as I'm about to."

I feel her body tense underneath me at my words. Her pussy squeezes around my cock like a vise and she starts to pant as I push harder into her, my cock deeper than it's ever been inside of her.

She starts to scream and I clap my hand over her mouth and watch her eyes grow wide. I rise up and put my free hand around her throat, and start pounding her pussy as hard as I can.

She's trying to scream and her voice is vibrating against my palm from being rammed at such a rapid pace. Her eyes widen and I stare into them as I pump my cock so hard, my thighs are destined to leave bruises on her ass.

My hips smash into her and send her breasts in every direction. She cups both of them, moaning into my hand as I fuck her so rough she won't be able to walk tomorrow. My balls start to tense and my load is inching up my shaft.

She starts shaking and I feel her tighten around me as her eyes roll back. Her hips arch off the bed and I grip her around the waist and thrust my cock as deep as humanly possible. It's her most intense orgasm yet. Her pussy constricts so tightly I lose control.

My legs start to tremble and I go full bore, pumping in and out of her like a madman. She starts shaking, another orgasm rolling through her body, and she can barely breathe now as she claws at the sheets.

"Fucking take it." I grunt, barely able to speak as my cock kicks hard inside of her, and I release. Hot spurts of come shoot into the depths of her. I pull out and fist my cock, still pumping it as one last wave lashes across her freshly-fucked pussy.

My vision gets blurry for a second, and fuzzy stars pass in front of my face. I stroke the last little bit from my cock and let it drip down onto her quivering cunt.

I finally collapse on top of her, kissing along her neck as she drags her nails lightly across my shoulder blades. Our sweaty bodies stick together as we catch our breath. I brush my hand across her cheek and drop a kiss on her forehead before getting to my feet.

I stand there, our eyes locked on one another for a moment.

She stares up at me in amazement, knowing she'll never be fucked like that again as long as she lives.

Her cheeks turn pink, and she covers her face, as if suddenly embarrassed. "Oh my fucking god. That was—just. I want a copy of that video. You are fucking amazing."

I know, Hannah. That's why they call me the panty whisperer.

T
OMMY
AND
I
are both in the office again this week, so we decide to meet up for a drink after work. Now he may say otherwise, but I don't go out actively seeking ass, especially when I'm hanging out with my friends. That's just rude. When I hang out with someone it's to hang out with them. That's not to say if a piece of ass finds me, that I am going to turn it down.

This day is dragging, and I can definitely use a scotch. The clock is ticking down at the speed of a snail, and I can practically taste the Glenfiddich. Finally, it's 4:30 and I head out to meet him.

I walk through the door of our usual watering hole and haven't even spotted him yet when he hollers from across the room.

"Hey Herbert, over here buddy."

He has a shit-eating grin covering his face because he knows how much I hate that name. I learned long ago to just ignore it; otherwise, it only gets worse.

I walk up and give him a fist bump. He already has a drink waiting for me so I let the name calling slide.

"What's up?" I have a seat.

"Jack shit. It's going to be a long week. Beedernuts is driving me up the wall."

John Beeder is the VP of our department, and the guy really is a true asshole. I can empathize with Tommy, but it's hard to feel sorry for him because he invites so much conflict. He has a hard time keeping his mouth shut.

"Yeah, I told you to avoid that prick at all costs." I reach for my scotch.

"Fuck him." Tommy stares off in the corner.

"What is it?"

"Oh, couple of chicks over there, eye fucking you of course. I don't know why I don't hang out with ugly motherfuckers. It'd give me a decided advantage." He chuckles.

"Oh really?" I start to turn around.

"Don't even think about it Whisperer. The boys are hanging out right now."

"You're the asshole that pointed it out. Fine, I won't look. Happy?"

"As a matter of fact I am. Keep your fucking light saber in your pants, Obi Wan."

We both belt out a laugh. I never tire of
Star Wars
references.

We chat for a while, bitching about work, trading war stories. I have to take a piss and it's going to mean making eye contact with the girls in the corner. Tommy's eyebrows narrow as I start to get up, and he's staring me down the entire time I walk by the girls' table.

They smile at me and blush, of course. I give them a quick wink.

One of the girls is a skinny redhead, and I have my eye on her. It may be stereotypical to say they have a crazy streak, but it usually rings true. I'm not sure what it is about her, maybe it's just the scotch, but she's going to get it. The girls look like they're in their late twenties, probably hanging out and bitching about how unfulfilled they are in the bedroom.
A guy can wish, right?

When I walk out of the bathroom, I head to their table. Tommy scoffs and asks for the check. I feel bad, but I can't shake this redhead from my mind. Her friend is giving me the 'fuck me' eyes too, but I'm not interested in her. She looks boring.

"Hey ladies." I walk up to their table.

"Hi," says the redhead.

"Hey, see that guy over there? The one asking for his check?"

"Ummm, yeah." She looks surprised.

"Do me a favor and throw up the Star Trek hand gesture at him. You know the one I'm talking about?"

They start giggling.

"Yeah, I know it, hang on."

Tommy glances over and she gives him the ol' 'live long and prosper' hand gesture of the Vulcans. I don't even turn around to look. I just wait for it.

"Trekkies? You fuckin' kiddin' me?" His voice booms through the bar. I'm laughing so fucking hard inside it's killing me.

"That was absolutely perfect. Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go tend to my friend before he has an aneurysm." I start to turn and head back to our table.

"But you just got here." Her voice is needy.

"Give me five minutes." I walk over towards Tommy and he looks pissed.

"Thought the bros were hanging out, Judas? Selling out for 30 pieces of pussy, aren't you?"

"It was just a joke. Calm down Jar Jar." I flip him the bird.

"
Nobody
calls me Jar Jar." He tries not to laugh.

"I'm here, bro. Let's grab another one."

"Nah, fuck it. I already tabbed out. I was just fuckin' with you. You're going to nail that redhead anyway. I can see it in her eyes."

"Yeah, I think you're right." I glance back over to her.

"Catch you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, buddy."

I give him a quick fist bump and he heads to the door.

"So, what are your names?" I walk up to the table.

They both turn red and giddy.

"I'm Olivia," says the redhead.

"Jennifer," says the other.

"Joel. Nice to meet you."

"Yes it is," says Olivia in a flirtatious tone. I'm already imagining grabbing hold of that red hair and pounding her from behind.

My cock must be thinking the same thing, because he's readying himself for battle in my pants.

"Sorry about the Vulcan earlier. He's in a foul mood."

"Why?" asks Olivia, pretending to be interested.

"Oh, the doc botched his sex change. Gave him a micro penis."

They both nearly shoot their drinks out of their noses. If only Tommy were still here.

"You're a funny man, Joel." Olivia runs her hand onto mine.

That's right. Wait until that hand is fisting your hair later.

I don't have to wait long. Her hand goes under the table and starts up my thigh, working its way towards my erection. Redheaded and crazy, confirmed.

Her friend can definitely see she isn't going to win the prize.

"Well guys, I'm getting tired. I'm going to head out."

"Okay," says Olivia almost instantly.