The Panty Whisperer: The Complete Series (8 page)

I was out of the office on Wednesday. Had to go to a client's place. They're trying to fuck up my game. It's okay though, I'll recover. It was probably a good thing to spend a day away from Hannah. The flirting is getting intense and I don't want my dick to start thinking for me. It does that from time to time.

Of course Hannah happens to walk by within 30 minutes of me sitting down at my desk on Thursday. She's in a skirt again with a tight, low-cut blue top and black heels.

"Missed you yesterday." She winks.

"Yeah, I had a last-minute client meeting."

"Thanks for leaving me all alone." Her flirting is going to earn her a smack on the ass if she isn't careful. Or maybe that's what she's hoping for.

"I'm sure you got plenty of attention to hold you over. You have quite the fan club." I nod to three guys checking her out while she talks to me.

"Yeah, well, not from anyone I wanted attention from." She leans over my desk again.

Motherfucker. This girl, I swear. I think I'm going to have some fun with her today. My dick isn't taking no for an answer.

"Is that so?"

I can tell the flirting is getting to her. She's biting her nails. I'm anxious to see just how brave she's going to get. She leans over by my ear, giving the boys behind me a show.

Her breath is warm in my ear, and she whispers, "You jealous of their view?"

Well, my cock just shot to the ceiling in a fraction of a second.

I start to lean back and have a look and she stops me with a hand on my shoulder.

I look at her hand and then back to her eyes, and whisper under my breath. "Maybe."

"You going to do something about it?" Her nails dig into my shoulder.

Those fucking eyes of hers coupled with her incessant flirting, are too much. It's time to take action.

"Follow me." My words are a growl under my breath.

Her eyebrows rise. I walk through the bullpen of cubicles and she's on my heels. Glancing around to make sure nobody is watching, I grab her by the arm and shove her into a maintenance closet near the stairwell.

As soon as I walk in she attacks me, and our lips lock onto each other, tongues circling furiously. My hand goes straight to that ass. She's actually a decent kisser, but she needs to know who's in control.

I flip her around and press her up against the wall. Hard. I swipe her hair to the side and start breathing on her neck, growling into her ear.

"Is this what you wanted?" I reach down and yank her skirt up over her ass. Jesus Christ, no fucking panties. I am going to have some fun with this one. I reach around her hip and start circling her clit with two fingers, then spread her quivering folds, sliding my fingers back and forth between them. Goddamn she is fucking wet.

She gasps.

"You like the way I touch your pussy, Hannah?"

She nods, moaning slightly.

"You know anyone could walk in here, at any time. You'd lose your internship. You'd fail your class." I speed my fingers up, focusing on her clit, as I press my chest into her back.

She gasps for air and splays her fingers against the wall. "I don't fucking care."

"I bet the college boys don't touch you like this, do they?" I reach around with my left hand, grab one of her breasts, and start teasing at her nipple through her shirt and bra. "Fuck no they don't. Bet they don't make you fucking come either, do they?" I fist her hair and pull her ear next to my mouth. "And a little slut like you needs to come, don't you?"

She nods and I slide two fingers inside of her. My cock juts up against her ass when her heat squeezes tight on my fingers. Her thighs quake around my hand.

I squeeze her hair tighter at the thought of making myself wait until tomorrow to fuck. "Yeah you fucking need to come. The college boys don't treat this pussy right. They don't know what it needs, do they?"

My slippery fingers explore every inch of her aching cunt, and each time I hit the right spot I feel a jolt of ecstasy rip through her body. She doesn't answer my question. I slip my fingers out of her and smack her ass.

"No." Her voice cracks.

"And you want me to make you come? Don't you?" I smack her ass again, harder this time.

She moans at the impact, and then nods.

"That's a good girl." Sucking down the side of her neck, I stop at her shoulder and bite down on it.

"Fucking hell." Her words are a whisper through heavy breaths.

I release her hair and drop to my knees, then grip the backs of her thighs. "Spread your fucking legs."

She does as I say and I knead her ass roughly with my fingers before spreading it apart. She tries to push it back into me, but I want to make her wait a little longer while I stare at how gorgeous it is. It's a fucking work of art.

"Did you like teasing me with this fucking ass of yours all week?" My thumbs inch closer to her pussy, massaging her inner thighs.

"Mmhmm." Her legs start to shudder as one of my thumbs grazes her shaved cunt.

"Yeah. Now it's my fucking turn." I lean in and tease the tip of my tongue the length of her slit.

She gasps and tries to shove her ass back into me for more. I let go of her and then slap both hands on her, and hold her right where she is, this time spreading her even wider.

"Keep your fucking ass still. I'll eat your pussy when I see fit. Got it?" I dig my fingers in hard enough to leave marks.

"Yes." She's panting, and I grin.

Sometimes you have to break them a little before you give them what they want.

"Yes what?" I bite down on her ass.

"Yes, Sir." Her words are a whimper and her panting intensifies.

"Better." I slide my tongue up the insides of her thighs, brushing it against her slick folds, feeling her legs and ass start to quake around my face.

"You ready to come for me?"

"God yes."

I reach around to the front of her thighs and yank her back toward my face, so that she's bent over at an angle now.

"Fuck." She coos.

"Spread that pussy for me."

She reaches down and parts her dark pink folds with two fingers, exposing her clit. I flick my tongue on it gently and she squeals like it's the first time anyone's ever tasted her properly. I grip her ass once more, spreading and admiring the view simultaneously. Both of her shaved, bare holes on full display.

It's time.

I lean in and snake across her clit with the tip of my tongue, my nose buried in the depths of her ass. Her head flies back and her ass bucks up against my face as I increase the tempo. She's panting for air, on the verge of screaming as she bites into her forearm pressed on the wall.

I lean back and growl. "Rub that fucking clit."

She starts circling it with two fingers as I watch and listen to her perform.

She's getting close, I can sense it. Her legs and ass are tightening up.

It's time to make her wildest fantasies come true.

I work two fingers inside of her while she circles her clit, then angle the tips of my fingers up to her g-spot and full-on finger fuck her as fast and hard as possible.

Muffled sounds come from her mouth on her forearm.

Good.

She's shaking all over and starts bucking her ass wildly onto my hand. She's about to release all of that sexual energy built up inside of her when I plunge my tongue into her ass and speed up my hand.

Every muscle of hers stiffens and she starts shuddering on my fingers.

I stand up behind her and grab a fistful of hair, then lean over, breathing into her ear as I finger fuck the shit out of her tight cunt.

"Shit!" She squeals when I pull her head back to me. I want to hear her words, her labored breaths, while I master her pussy with my fingers.

Her voice pauses as the orgasm rips through her. Her breaths cease, her hips and ass shaking uncontrollably before finally relaxing.

I hold her up, my mouth next to her ear, fingers still knuckle-deep in her. "You're welcome."

I slip my fingers out of her and pull her skirt back down over her ass. She turns to look at me, her entire body shaking. I lean in as if to kiss her, and then grab hold of the back of her hair once more. Her eyes widen at my grin. I raise my fingers up to her mouth and she takes them both, licking and sucking her sweet nectar off of each one, her eyes locked on me the whole time.

I squeeze my grip on her hair as she reluctantly lets my fingers slip out of her soft, wet lips. I kiss her on the forehead and let go of her.

"Well, if you'll excuse me. I need to be getting back to work now, Hannah."

I own your ass.

She stands there with a look of disbelief, her beautiful tits rising and falling in rhythm with each deep breath as I walk out of the closet.

No cock for you today. That comes later.

It's Friday morning and I'm feeling rather pleased about giving Hannah a little sample of what's to come. She walks over to her desk and finds a card I left for her. She opens it up and there is a hotel key and note inside.

"6:00 p.m., Hilton, room 408. Don't be late if you want to play."

I watch her smile as she reads it, biting at her lower lip. That pussy is on fire right now, I can tell. It's all she'll think about today, imagining her little hole being drilled with my cock. Goddamn, I can't wait to fuck this girl.

Tommy walks up, seemingly out of nowhere. "Did you enjoy your little romp in the closet? You have no self-control. I swear."

"How the hell did you—"

"I know everything, Sir." He smiles.

"Just gave her a little taste. Or was it me that had a little taste?" I chuckle.

"I want some motherfucking details, bitch."

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."

"You're so full of shit." He shakes his head playfully.

"Just wait. She'll get it good tonight. I'll give you the details later so you can have yourself some jerk-off material. Maybe I'll show you the video, if you're a good little boy."

"Oh, you prick. I hate you so much right now." He grins.

I start to walk off.

"See if she has a friend," says Tommy.

"If she does I'm banging that too. Sorry buddy, survival of the fittest."

I see a middle finger fly in the air as I turn the corner.

I have to decide how I want to play this tonight. What type of girl is Hannah? It should be easy. I'm sure the boys at the college have been less than stellar.

All day long she's been eye fucking me. Perhaps I ate that pussy too good. I hope I didn't make her fall in love. It happens sometimes, and it never ends well.

I'm sitting at my desk and the clock reads 4:30. My stomach is always in knots, regardless of how many times I've done this. Goddamn, I love the anticipation. I can't stop thinking about those perfect fucking tits. I haven't had the chance to get a good look at them yet. In two hours they're going to be bouncing in my face in time with Hannah's moans. The thought of it sends blood straight to my cock. I'm anxious to see how well she can suck my dick. If previous actions are any indicator, it's going to be a good night.

The time has come and I pull into the hotel parking garage. My week-long investment is about to pay off. I have a bag with me. I plan on making a little gift for Hannah's enjoyment, and my own of course.