Mr Tongue (8 page)

"You‘
re doing a great job
making this party unforgettable for me and my friends
. Have you been in the entertainment business long?"

"No, this is my first week," Matthew admitted with a sheepish grin on his face.

"Really? I would have guessed that you h
ave done this a hundred times. I loved that strip dance
. It made me so hot
.
"

Noticing her wiggling her bottom
against the desk
as s
he
shifted and crossed her legs, Matthew asked,

"Does your soon to be husband know what your doing tonight?"

Laughing, she nodded,
"He is
paying
for the party
and your…er…services.
He wants me to have one last
night of
sowing my wild oats
."

A naughty smile spread across her face as s
he scooted back on the desk
, spreading
her legs
, revealing that she wore no panties.
Matthew watched as she slid her fingers to her cleft
,
slowly massag
ing
her lips
as his nostrils flared and he inhaled sharply. Shifting in his seat, he adjusted himself as his cock twitched and hardened.

Dipping a finger into her slit,
Shannon
moved it up and down, whispering,

"
My friends
tell me that you have a very talented tongue. I
have never had anyone lick or kiss me here."

Swallowing, he groaned at
the thought of being the first person to lick
her
pussy.
Continuing to watch her, he pulled his
cock out, slowly stroking it
as
she spread her swollen lips, inviting him to have a taste. Unable to resist, he
wiggled his long tongue at her
as he rose to his feet and crossed the room.

Moaning, she smiled as he cleared the desk with one sweep of his arm, pushing all the books and papers off the desk, giving her room to lie back on the desk. S
pread
ing her legs wider she continued fingering herself as she rocked her pelvis, teasing him.

Inhaling deeply, he slowly exhaled through his mouth, tickling her with his soft, warm breath as he
glided
his mouth along her pussy lips. Using his fingertips, h
e parted her lips
as he lowered his mouth, running the tip of his tongue along her wet slit. Gasping in surprise, her hips lurched off the desk
until he wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding in her place.

Whimpering,
Shannon
bit her bottom lip as he gently nibbled and kissed her sensitive clit, giving her time to adjust to the new sensations.
Twirling his tongue and fingers slowly as her arousal built, he waited until she
pressed herself closer to his face
before
stiffen
ing
his tongue
and sliding it inside her.

She reacted with a soft moan at first then cried out as he
probed her
slowly, gradually increasing his speed as she rocked against his mouth.
.
Sliding his fingers up her torso to her breasts, his
fingertips massaged her
nipples
with the gentleness of a thousand feathers. The motions of his tongue intensified
with
each touch.

Screaming in delight, she bucked against him
as a
climax
swept her away. Matthew felt her pussy muscles tightening around his tongue as
her
juices
trickled
out of her
. Trying to lap up all of her juices, he moved his tongue faster, not stopping until he had gotten every drop.
He ran his tongue up to her clit one last time, swabbing up
every
bit of her tasty liquid heat that he could find. Then he collapsed in the chair behind the desk.

Looking
over at him,
she
noticed that his cock
stood
at attention. He had his eyes closed, so he didn't notice her slip off the desk
until
s
he knelt down between his legs and sucked his full length into her mouth.
He
groaned when he felt her hot mouth on
him, enjoy
ing the feel of her lips moving up and down his shaft.

Repeatedly taking
the tip into her throat,
she brought
a grunt of pleasure from him
as she gently wrapped her fingers around his balls, which were extra sensitive by that time
.
Squirming, he moaned in pleasure as her
mouth gradually began to move faster and harder, taking him in deeper with each stroke.

With a sudden burst of energy, he slid his hands through her hair, grabbing two handfuls as he thrust upward, driving his cock head into her throat just as he orgasmed, groaning,

“Oh God, yes.”

Holding her head in place, he rocked himself against her mouth slowly until his cock softened. Releasing his hold on her, he slumped back in the chair as she slowly twirled her tongue against his staff, cleaning him thoroughly. Gritting his teeth, he trembled as he grabbed her hands and pulled her up to meet his mouth, kissing her deeply.

Pulling back from the kiss, she smiled and licked her lips as she smoothed her clothes and sashayed toward the door. Without another word, she left the room, shutting the door behind her. Letting out an exhausted sigh, he slid lower in the chair, hearing the muffled voices of the women in the living room, someone shouting,

“Where’s Mr. Tongue?”

Unconsciously holding his breath, thinking,
is it possible to get fucked to death
,
until he heard
Shannon
respond,

“Oh I’m sure h
e
’s around here somewhere”

The sound of approaching footsteps sent him sliding further down the chair behind the desk, hoping to give his cock time to rest before another woman demanded his services. He pressed his back against the desk and held very still as the door creaked open, then clicked shut again.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he stretched out on the floor and closed his eyes, telling himself,
I just need a few minutes to catch my breath,
but quickly dozing off into a deep sleep. He didn’t hear the door open again ten minutes later, unaware that his light snoring gave away his hiding place.

Cynthia peeked over the desk
at him, smiling at his ruffled hair that clearly had the
just fucked
look to it. Walking back to the living room, she said,

“I found him. He’s passed out on the study floor. I think we wore him out.”

“Let’s make sure he’s ok,” Mary Ann, a registered nurse said, following Cynthia down the hallway. Checking Matthew’s pulse as the other women gathered in the doorway, she snickered when one of them suggested,

“Maybe we can revive him with some sex.”

Looking up, she shook her head, “I think that’s what put him in this condition in the first place.
He needs to rest for a while.
”

Deciding they wouldn’t be able to move him, they tucked pillows under his head and covered him up, several of them taking turns napping on the sofa across the room. Cynthia volunteered to stay with him, first, while most of the party guests went home and the other volunteers went upstairs to nap in guest rooms.

The sun had risen by
the time
Matthew woke up
blinking his eyes in confusion
,
before he remembered falling asleep behind the desk. Sitting up, he stretched and stumbled to his feet, feeling stiff and sore in more ways then one. Wandering down the hall to the bathroom, he
relieved himself and
washed his hands, cringing at the site of his rumpled hair and stubbled face.

As he turned to leave the bathroom, a curvy blonde stepped into the bathroom, pushing the door shut behind her and locking it. Licking her lips slowly, she whispered, “
Hi, I’m Monica.
I waited all night for my turn, Mr. Tongue.”

His eyes followed her hands as she cupped her breasts, squeezing them before gripping her t-shirt and pulling it over her head, and unhooking her bra. As her plump breasts bounced into view, his mouth went dry as his cock instantly went stiff as a board. Using her fingertips to tease her nipples,
as she slid out of her denim shorts,
she asked,

“Would you help me out of my panties?”

Not needing to be asked twice Matthew dropped to his knees, locking his eyes on hers as he pressed his mouth against her apex, nipping the lacy material between his teeth and slowly tugging it downward as she wiggled her hips. As she lifted each foot, helping him with his task, she pulled her panties from his mouth and t
i
ed them into
the back of his mask
,

“Keep them,” she said with a wink.

Groaning
, he slid his hands up her long shapely legs, leaving a trail of soft kisses as well. She gasped and squirmed against the door as his stubbly chin grazed her tender skin.
Playfully pushing him away she walked over to the shower and turned it on, beckoning him to follow her.

Wasting no time, he climbed into the
shower behind her, kneeling under the stream of water as she leaned against the wall.
Gripping her thighs with his hands as she spread her legs, he buried his face between her nether lips, slowly running his tongue along her slit.

As he nibbled
Monica’s
clit, she
grabbed a bottle of body wash and poured a smal
l puddle of soap on each breast
. Locking her eyes on his, she slowly caressed her breasts with her fingers, moving in small circles as streams of bubbles ran down her stomach to her thighs.

Groaning, Matthew slid a finger into her pussy, wiggling it slowly as he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. She gasped and mumbled,

“Fuck me.”

Inserting another digit, he moved his fingers in unison as he sucked her clit in and out of his mouth. Moaning loudly, she rocked against his mouth while begging him,

“Oh God, please…fuck me.”

Ignoring her, he continued probing her while applying butterfly licks and kisses to her lips and clit
, cupping her ass with his free hand
, pulling her closer to his mouth. As the intensity grew, she squirmed harder against him,

“Fuck me. I need your cock inside me. Please, Mr. Tongue…fuck me!”

Unable to ignore his hard cock a
ny longer, he moved to the built in shower seat and pulled her onto his lap, whispering into her ear,

“How about you fuck me instead, baby?”

Smiling, she straddled his lap,
pressing her
breasts against his chest as she mounted his cock. Gripping her waist with his hands, he held her steady as she slowly took in his length, rocking against him, taking in a little more with each down stroke
as the stream of warm water sprayed her back

Once she had his full length buried inside her, Matthew tightened his grip on her waist, when she lifted herself until only his cock head remained inside her and he thrust hard bringing a squeal of delight from her
.
Gripping his forearms, she tilted her head back letting the shower water run down her breasts as he fucked her faster.

Thrusting upward as hard as he could to insure he buried his full length inside Monica with each stroke made her breasts bounce wildly, adding to Matthew’s pleasure. Keeping his eyes locked on her luscious bouncing orbs as he moved against her, he struggled to maintain control as her hot satiny pussy quivered around him.

As her climax approached, her moans of pleasure escalated into cries of ecstasy,

“Oh, fuck yes! Don’t stop,” she gasped.

Pulling herself upright again, she slid her hands up his arms to brace herself against his shoulders as she took control. Relaxing his grip, Matthew groaned in pleasure as she
osculated her pelvis downward, milking his cock with her muscles. Knowing he couldn’t last much longer, he slipped his thumb between her lips to caress her swollen clit.

Letting out a scream of pleasure, she moved faster against him as her entire body began to tremble with orgasmic waves. His balls tightened as the intensity of her quaking pussy muscles gripped him like a vise, making him feel as if his cock had shattered in a million pieces of orgasmic pleasure as he thrust deeper and filled her with come.

Rather than taking time to catch their breath because the water tem
perature had gotten cooler, they
hurried to finish their sho
wer
. Matthew had just sat down on the toilet lid to
catch his breath
when a fully clothed Monica leaned over him and kissed him with such fire that he felt his cock st
irring again
.