0 comments/ 20584 views/ 1 favorites Not a Word By: Preachrman "Shhh." was the only thing I said. I wrapped my arms around her and started kissing the back of her neck. Brandi let out a soft moan as my hands gently caressed her breasts as they worked their way to the buttons on her blouse. Once I was finished with the buttons, I stepped back and pulled the blouse off. She turned to face me and once again I put my arms around her, this time our lips met and our tongues connected. My fingers worked their magic on the hooks of her bra as her fingers worked at the button of my pants. Once her bra was loose I slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor between us. She pushed down my pants and they slid to my ankles. I stepped out of them and then turned her around and cupped her breasts. I caressed them and gentle pinched the nipples. She moaned and rubbed her ass against my cock. My hands worked their way lower until they found the waistband of her panties. I started to go in, then decided to tease her first. I traced my fingers along the outside of her panties, and found that they were starting to get wet. I slid my fingers along the panties and lightly rubbed her lips and then brought them out again. She groaned at me as I teased her. I pushed the sides of the panties together, until it was bunched up in front of her cunt and then pulled the panties up sliding them into her pussy. She let out a gasp at this and grinded her ass into me harder. I wanted so much to just lay her on the bed and fuck her, but I fought that urge, so I could tease her a little bit first. With her panties in her cunt, I ran my fingers gently along her outer lips. It wasn't long before she was cumming several times and her knees started to buckle and I had to carry her over to the bed. I laid her down and kissed her. Our tongues met and played with each other for a few moments before I continued on my journey across her body. My lips found her nipples and I sucked on one while I pinched the other with my fingers. I switch to the other one to make sure it had the proper attention. Once I was done, my tongue traced its way down across her stomach, around the belly button and to the waistband of the panties. I take her panties in my teeth and try to pull them off, but she taps me lightly on the head and shakes her head no. So I let go of them and work my way down to were they are bunched at her cunt and slowly lick at her outer lips. She grabbed the sheets as she has an instant orgasm, cramming a pillow over her face to muffle her scream. As she does this I gently pull on the panties and lick her lips at the same time. Once she has calmed down, I pull the panties out of her cunt, move them aside and slide two fingers in while my thumb rubs her clit. It wasn't long before I had four fingers in and was licking her clit to several more orgasms. She whispered something and I stopped and lay beside her to hear what she was trying to say. But no sooner was I beside her; she sat up and flipped me onto my back, and with a smile yank down my underwear. It seemed that it was my turn to receive some pleasure. Brandi took all of my seven inches and then slowly dragged her teeth along my shaft as she pulled it out of her mouth. She nibbled on the tip and then licked down the shaft to my balls. She sucked one testicle into her mouth and rolled it around and then sucked the other one in and paid it some attention. She gentle stroked my cock as she focused on my balls. She would lick up one side of my dick stopping to nibble on the tip and then lick back down the other side. She found that caressing the underside with her tongue would get the most response from me. She put my dick in between her tits and started tit fucking herself, licking and sucking the tip when it was near. She then took my cock in her mouth and alternated between sucking it hard and fast and slowly teasing me. I thought that if she kept this up that I would cum soon. As if reading my thoughts she stopped sucking my cock and moved up the bed to straddle my face. Once again she moved her panties aside and pushed her pussy onto my face. At first I didn't do anything, but after she rubbed her cunt on my face a few times, I started to lick, slow shallow licks. I heard her grunt in frustration. I smiled and kept it up. I would lick at her outer lips and then push ever so slightly my tongue in further and then pull it out again. She grunted again and this time I did as she wanted. I parted her lips with my fingers, partially inserting them and buried my tongue as deep as it would go and wiggled it around. It wasn't long before she was cumming on my face. I tried my hardest to catch it all, but to no avail. She slid off my face and lay beside me on the bed. I got between her legs and tried to pull off her panties, and again she brushed me away. It seemed that the panties would be staying on. Still between her legs I kissed her and let her taste her juices from my tongue, while my cock rubbed against her panties. I pulled back and she moved her panties aside giving clear access of her hole. I aimed my cock and slowly slid into her wet box. Her cunt was warm and felt good around my cock. I lay there for a few moments before she started wiggling, wanting me to move around. She didn't like it when I teased her like this, but since we weren't talking, she couldn't say anything in complaint. I pulled out slowly until only the head of my cock was inside her and slowly slid back in. I relished the look of pleasure on her face as I did this and ever so often quickened my pace only a little bit. Once I was at a normal speed of pumping in and out of her pussy, I slowed down and again. Brandi finally got fed up and rolled me over onto my back and slid down my cock, now she was in control again. Not surprising that she tried to tease me. As she slowly worked her way up and down my cock, she would tighten her cunt muscles giving a tighter grip on my cock. She bent over me, so I paid attention to her tits to keep my mind off of the pleasure from her cunt. As her tits dangled in my face, I would suck on one nipple and then the other. Taking her tits in my hands I pushed them together and tried sucking on both nipples at once. Brandi decided that she was done teasing and started moving up and down faster. I felt that I was getting close, so I grabbed her hips and every time she moved up I pulled her back down as I thrust into her. It was a race to see who could get the other person to cum first, both us working at a quick pace. Unfortunately I lost. I tried to hold her hips down as I came, but she kept pumping and I shortly had to let go as she got herself off. I started pulling up the sheets as the head of my dick became extremely sensitive and she just kept going, oblivious to my pain. About a minute later she finally came, as her thrusts became quick, short jerks and then just shudders. By this time I was biting the pillow to help distract me from the sensitivity. Once she had calmed down, she slid off of me and the two of us lay there covered with sweat, trying to catch our breaths. "Wow." Was the only thing she said. Not a Word Fantasies, what are them? I looked over at Kate who, dreaming as much as I, sat on my right watching television. We would have fucked as we normally did every night but we didn't this night. Or last night. Or the night before. We were losing steam, we agreed. A long time ago. "What are you thinking about?" I asked. I had to. "Mm." she replied, non-committal as possible. "Oh." That was all I could muster. I didn't want to press it on. I couldn't even tell if she was randy or not but sitting on this couch and getting fat, I felt even more effete than ever. Powerless to do anything. "Let's go out," she piped up. Out? Kate? "It's 9 o'clock." "You make it sound like we're supposed to go to bed this early," she rolled her eyes, resting her eyes on the roof and wagging her foot. "Uh. . ." I trailed off and thought, ultimately resisting. Before I knew it, we were in the shower together and washing each other off with the awkwardness one would expect from a couple taking the shower together for the first time, save for the wandering fingers They did not wander, oh no. What consumed me? What consumed her! I was out of the shower before her and I dawdled on that thought, wiping my feet with the towel. The clothes remained a difficult find in the closet and the dressers. Wash was tomorrow. I scrounged up a decent shirt which remained in the dark shadows in the closet for too long. It really had been a long time since I had gone out. Pants were more a-plenty and socks had to be found in a hamper of fresh clothes not put away from last week. Kate stepped out of the shower and started drying herself out. I stepped out of the room into the bathroom. Kate, towel around her head and towel around her torso, paid no heed to the crossing of paths, a million times it had happened before. I fished for the gel in the cabinet. How long had it been? I stared at the bottle - a month, two, three? I fumbled with it, long out of practice and squirted a puddle into my hand and lathered my hair with it. I reached around Kate, who stuck an arm back in, grabbing for the comb. Not a word. I worked the comb and said not a word. The toothbrush and toothpaste, not a word. Deodorant, cologne, sparkles. Ok, not sparkles but not a word. I walked out and put on my shoes to wait. Not a word. Not a goddamn single word. ~ I knew the club we were going to. We went to this every week for the first and second month of our relationship. Kate was fond of it, I was alright with it. Now? The music was strange, as familiar as it had been. The music screeched on the PA system, with no mention from the other patrons if there was something wrong with it. People mostly lounged about, never taking to the dance floor. Kate was busy, taking her stool near the bar. I stood beside her, heads even. The alcohol, pricier than I remembered, tasted no better than watered down horse-water in a bottle. Lights danced around to no rhythm the music played and I stood there waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Her eyes wandered from each bench, stool, and booth. Kate's. What was she looking for? "What do you think about - " Kate asked. I cupped my ear closer to her. "What do you think about doing something tonight?" I blinked. I squinted. I admit, I was confused about what she was asking. She smiled. "Sure," I replied with a delay. "Kay," she replied and tapped her lip. To be honest, I was counting my lucky stars she was going to let herself climb down the stool and walk over to the two girls sitting in a quiet corner of the booth, both relatively attractive but the one facing away got to me more. Instead she sat in her chair and pointed me to a guy playing pool under a red lamp. His cuffs flared open as he made a clinching shot on the eight ball, ending the game. A round of pulls on their beer rounded up the reveries of the win and handed his cue to the defeated. "Ask him," Kate insisted. "What?" "Go!" "What?" "See if he wants one." I looked at her stunned. I did not know what I was getting myself into but I had an inkling. And having that inkling, I hated every moment I dwelt on it. Swallowing my pride, I walked over to him. "Hey man," I started it off. His brows arched, taken aback by my approach. "Name is Phil." "Oh." "My girlfriend over there," I continued with a lump in my throat choking words out of my mouth, pointing to Kate. "My girlfirend would like to know if you'd like to come with us to our place tonight." "Uh," he paused and studied my girlfriend winking at him from the bar. "I don't even know you." "That's okay, I guess." I kicked myself the moment those words came out. "Name is Chris," he stuck out a hand to greeted my hand that I had not realised I stuck out, a gesture that I had down to a reflex and nothing more. Our hands bobbed up and down, hand firm and fleetingly warm and dry. From there it seemed to devolve into a whirl that had what followed disappear into an abyss that I cared not if I could recollect. ~ Kate had already taken off her blouse and nearly draped it over the bottle of wine. There were a few sitting on the nightstand, all but one of them were empty. One of them had even been without alcohol that we did not notice until we started sobering up. Chris' socks were already gone, leaving him lying on the bed unbuttoning his shirt. I was more feeble, taking more than my share of alcohol and fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. Good lord, my belt! Kate undid that for me - or was that Chris? I sat on the bed, helpless with the buttons. Chris pants fell off and then the boxers, covering the floor. I peered over my shoulders and saw Kate down to her panties and bra. And I, still clothed, too helpless to do anything. "Don't sweat it," Kate purred and pawed at my hands. I lifted my heavy eyes to her and she met them with an evil grin. I winced. With another hand she pushed Chris to lay down. A hiss, "Go down on him." I blinked and by the scruff of my neck, she led my ragdoll head onto his lap, my eyes closed. My lips met the cock, unsure what the fleshy digit would feel like on my lips. I opened my mouth, given no other option, and let it slip in. The smell, the taste, unlike what I had ever tasted before struck with revulsion as it took my senses on a full on assault. Kate's hand raised my head up and down, having the length grow in my mouth and the powerful urge to gag grow and grow. Tears welled up in my eyes but not a drop slip down my nose. Taking the cock, no other thing could be more humiliating. Taking it while it fleshed out and hardened between my lips, filling my tongue up with scents and aromas with something that I dreaded ever since I heard of the notion of taking another man in. Up and down, up and down; no other motion allowed. And then, at the moment it would get no harder, my head was pulled away and I was allowed to spread myself on the bed. I feared what was coming next, that the inevitable feelings of having my rear end torn up and being used. I waited. Not a word. In the haze, I felt the bed bounce as I felt both of them pull away. Kate and Chris, doing something else. I moved my head around as the bouncing became more intolerable. There Chris was ramming his cock into Kate, and Kate helpless to any other sensation, was grunting and moaning. I winced. Twice in a row. I waited for them. An eternity as I felt my heart being ripped, betrayed by this man that I had asked to screw my girlfriend and I was not being allowed to partake in this by the damned alcohol rolling around in my gut. I raised my hand to gently feel Kate's feet, but she jerked them away. I frowned. What else could I do? But something else didn't. Frown, that is. I was helpless to the sight, watching her get taken by somebody else, to be so satisfied by this new man. His ass, bouncing right in front of me. An eternity passed as I watched the ass bounce. And then, the eternity ended. They flipped around and he proceeded to ram her from behind. More bounding ass from Chris. And then sideways with Kate's pussy exposed. And then it all ended with a pyrrhic victory, Chris' body jerking and trembling like a calf fresh from the womb. I blinked long and hard as the penis pulled out and white dribbled. White sauce, white ooze. I studied it slip, seep. And all that, without warning it was on top of me. Kate lifted her body over top and sat on my face, rubbing the cum into my mouth. I opened my mouth, reflexively and stuck out my tongue, without a thought. I tasted the weak salt that permeated from the ooze and studied the flat taste. No sharpness, no acridity. Nothing, but overwhelming all the same as more and more came out with each flick and each tease of the filled hole. "Thank you, Chris," I heard Kate pant. I paused for a second there but decided to continue, residing to the fact that everything else had been decided for me this night, that it would continue to be so. I continued as I felt Chris lift his body from the bed and heard the noises of clothes being assembled from off the floor. And all the while Kate continued, "I knew you would like this." Chris kissed Kate and then walked out of the room, whipping out his cell. Kate just sat there, grinding. ~ Done, the two of us lied there thinking. "That was a ballsy thing to do," I thought out loud. "Yeah," she sighed. "I mean, with him coming in you and all that." "Oh, don't worry," she purred. "Huh?" "I know him." Not a Word... Three outfits lie on my bed. Should I go for the classic little black dress, cream halter top and blue jeans or pink blouse and mini skirt? The invitation to Jenna's housewarming party had been very last minute and I'd only just decided to go (besides, it was that or sit in front of the telly with the cat for the fifth day in a row). It'd been a long time since I'd been out anywhere other than the local supermarket. Let me introduce myself. My name is Chrissie and I'm a 22 year old spinster. I have very few people who I could actually call 'friends' and I'm not a huge party person. I stand 5'6'' tall, have long blonde straight hair, 34D cup breasts and have only ever had two lovers (both of which were only bothered about their own pleasure). Don't get me wrong, I'm a nice person really! It's just I may be a little...frustrated? I finally decide on the classic LBD (can't go very wrong there!) and slip it on. I apply eyeliner and some subtle lipstick after combing through my hair and praying it stays in place with all the hairspray I attacked it with. One last check I'd switched everything off as I say goodbye to the cat and grab my car keys and bag. Once I'd locked up I get into my little KA and set off for Jenna's house. I arrive at the lovely modern detached house Jenna had recently bought and I'm welcomed in with a glass of champagne. After an exchange of niceties about the decor, size of rooms etc I'm left to mingle. I hardly know anyone here! I go upstairs to drop my jacket on Jenna's bed. I have this really weird feeling that I am being watched, so look around me to see who the culprit is. Strange. Everyone is busy talking, dancing or drinking. I dismiss this feeling and find my way to the kitchen to grab some snacks from the buffet. I have just refilled my glass when I spot a few people I know from work. Time passes as I'm engaged in conversation with my peers. Typical gossip-y conversation ensues. It looks like Stacey is pregnant again. I hope she knows who the father is this time. After a few more drinks and a lot of dancing I decide to call it a night and ascend to the bedroom to collect my jacket. Opening the door I notice the curtains are slightly open; exposing a beautifully clear night. I make my way to the window and rest my arms on the ledge as I stare up to the bright stars and go off into my own little world. I've always been a bit of a fan of astronomy and love admiring the constellations. As I mentally spot and name each one I notice a light touch on my shoulder which makes me flinch slightly. It's too strong to be the curtains and definitely covers too much of an area to be any kind of insect. This mysterious being finds its way to my hair and brushes it aside. I feel a shiver down my spine as I feel a human breath on the back of my neck, soon replaced by light kisses. I close my eyes, feeling every touch stronger each time. The (now discovered) fingertips run down my arms as this stranger continues to kiss my neck. Silently, I beg for them to carry on, I'd never been touched like this before! The stranger moves closer to me, not a word spoken as they bring hands round to my front and up my stomach slowly to my chest. I feel my nipples harden as fingertips tease them through the material of my dress. I bite my bottom lip as I'm ever so slowly turned on and press myself up against the body of my mystery lover; urging them to carry on. A hand rests on my stomach as the other returns to my back. Fingertips run ever so slowly down my spine and those shivers return with a vengeance. The hand creeps lower and lower down my body until I am almost dripping with excitement. Gently it slips under my dress and finds its way to my most intimate place. I moan as the touches get faster and more intense. The stranger nibbles my neck as two fingers pull my knickers to the side and three explore me further; inside and out. I feel as if my heart is going to burst out of my chest, it is beating so hard. I moan louder, not being able to control myself as the pleasure gets more and more overwhelming and finally gush as I shatter the silence with my climax. The fingers release themselves from my grip and I feel no more touches, no more electric kisses on my neck. I turn around to find out who this wonderful stranger is and I am confronted by...no one. Sighing, I collect my jacket from the bed, sort myself out and make my way downstairs. I say my goodbyes and take one last look around the party on my way out. That feeling of being watched is still there but this time it induces a little smile on my face as I close the door behind me and make my way to the car. Time for some 'me time'. Not a Word is Spoken Not a word is spoken as the door closes behind us. None are needed. Even in the darkness of your bedroom you can see the look in my eyes that tells you all you need to know. I've been feeling like this since I came to meet you a few hours earlier, not as intense or as uncontrollable as now, but from the moment I saw you it had been building up to this. You were out with friends for a few drinks and seeing as we'd not seen each other for the best part of a week you decided to ask me along with you. You'd already been in the bar for an hour or so by the time I arrived and as I walked in the door I spotted you immediately. There might have been 20, 30, maybe even 100 other women in that bar but in that instant you and I were the only people in the room, everybody else fading into in significance, the conversations, the shouts and laughter, the music playing on the stereo, the sound of glasses clinking and all the other background noise disappeared as all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat thumping loudly against my chest. You looked incredible. Your dark, wavy hair was down, framing your gorgeous face perfectly and exposing your slender neck, that part I could never tire of stroking and kissing. The black strapless dress you wore showed your figure off the way it deserved to be, showing just a hint of smooth, tanned cleavage, accentuating your firm, pert breasts (if you looked closely enough, which I couldn't help but do, the outline of your erect nipples were visible through the thin material. Were you feeling the cold or just pleased to see me?). It was figure-hugging, tightly following the contours of your body, narrowing at your waist and clinging to the curves of your hips, the hem stopping a few inches below your beautiful arse. My gaze travelled down your long slim legs, to your shapely calves, looking amazing in you scarlet peep-toe heels. They might have hurt to walk in but you looked dynamite and you knew it. I was already stiffening in my denims by the time you noticed me and flashed me a smile that almost made me melt. As you walked over to greet me, hips swaying as you crossed the floor I wasn't the only one admiring you, male heads turning left, right and centre to catch a glimpse of you, every one of them cursing me for being such a lucky bastard. I can't deny it, I am. There was electricity between us as your deep red lips met mine and I pulled you close to me, one arm tightly around your waist as we kissed, making my hard-on throb. I'm sure you felt it as you pulled away, gave me a look and smirk that said "later..." and made your way back to the bar and your group of friends. As I spent the next while chatting to your mates, making small talk I couldn't take my eyes off you. Every time our gaze met I felt the feeling inside me building, needing you and wanting you there and then. I knew you were in the same frame of mind as my hands absentmindedly caressed whichever part of your body I could reach at the time. Your arms, shoulders, the back of your neck, your thighs... I felt a shiver run through you every time I stole a kiss or whispered in your ear. A couple of hours and a number of cocktails later and we'd ended up on the dancefloor of a packed club. We'd drank, we'd danced, I'd watched with barely concealed jealousy as guy after guy tried his luck with you, trying to touch you, get their arms around you, convince you to leave with them and not me. And I watched with undisguised satisfaction as every one of them was told to "fuck off" before you pulled me close for long, deep, increasingly horny kisses, your hands all over my back and chest, whispering in my ear what lay in store for me back at yours. It seemed hours away as we danced together, you moving your body rhythmically in front of mine, rubbing against my by now aching erection still confined in my shorts, letting my hands wander all over you, by now neither of us caring who saw us or what they thought. Closing time at last... Not a word's been spoken. The only sound in the room is of our breathing getting heavier in anticipation of what's about to take place. The silence is broken by the thud of your handbag hitting your bedroom floor. I take off my blazer as you move across the room to light a couple of candles. As I watch you lean over to light the final candle your dress rides up your thighs, exposing the curves of your cheeks just below the hem. It takes every ounce of my willpower not to grab you and... No. You'd made me wait long enough, teased me all evening. I'm in charge now and I'm taking my time. There's a look of sheer lust in your eyes as you shake out the flame on the match and discard it on the tables. I move towards you, my eyes fixed on yours. I put my hands on your hips and you move into kiss me. I move my lips to yours and as you close your eyes I lightly brush your bottom lip with mine before pulling back. As you open your eyes in surprise I guide you towards the wall, walking you backwards until your right against it, eye to eye with me. In one swift movement I raise your arms up over your head, pinning them in place with one hand and leaving one free to explore your body. Your breath catches, and you struggle a little to free yourself but not too much. The shocked expression on your face soon gives way to one of desire as my free hand grips the back of your neck and I slowly, but firmly kiss you, our mouths open, warm, wet tongues entwined. You can taste rum on my lips. We carry on kissing, passion building as I loosen my grip on your neck. Your head sinks back against the wall but you're still powerless to move away from me, your arms still pinned in place over your head. A low moan escapes your lips as I yank down the top of your dress, finally exposing your tits, the tits I've been picturing in my mind all evening. The combination of being exposed to the cool air and the feeling of my body against yours has turned your nipples into stiff little peaks. My hand gropes you roughly, squeezing and stroking your breasts, taking your nipples between my forefinger and thumb and pulling and tweaking them, causing you to cry out and arch your back. Your silhouetted against the opposite wall by the flickering candlelight and it's almost as sexy as the vision right in front of me, your left leg bent against the wall, thigh around my waist, drawing me in to rub against your pussy. I pull back from you again and run my hand down over your breasts again, down over your smooth skin, over your stomach and cup your warm pussy in the palm of my hand. I can feel exactly how wet you are for me through the thin silky black panties you have on. We kiss again, warm and deep until I start stroking the entrance to your pussy through your panties in a slow, circular motion and you bite down on my bottom lip in pleasure. The silk feels amazing against you and as my thumb brushes over your by now erect clit you ask me to put my fingers inside you. I slip the silk aside and slowly slide two fingers inside you, coating them with your wetness. You whisper in my ear how good it feels as I begin to thrust them in and out of you, gradually increasing in speed as I work on your G-spot while the palm of my hand takes care of your clit. Your thighs begin to shake, only slightly at first, but as the sensation in your pussy grows stronger and you start to contract around my fingers the shaking gets more intense and more intense, the helplessness of being pinned against the wall while I pleasure you adding to your enjoyment. Your moaning becomes louder, you're beginning to lose control as your body contorts in ecstasy. Then it happens. First I feel your cum dripping down my fingers and hand, you clench around my fingers like a vice and throw your head back, mouth wide open but no sound comes out at first. And then from deep in your throat comes a "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, yes!" and I know I've done my job. I loosen my grip on your hands and let your body collapse onto me, the last of your orgasm coursing through you from head to toe. I bring my fingers up to my lips to taste your cum and I feel your tongue snaking round mine, sharing it with me, looking deep into my eyes, begging me to do it again without saying a word. With one tug your dress slips over hips and falls to the floor. You step out of it and I take a moment to look at you standing there in nothing but your high heels, tiny pants and jewellery. You slip your hand inside the waistband and caress yourself for me, your gaze never leaving mine, as I undress and finally release my aching erection from the confines of my shorts. I lean in to kiss you and once again our tongues entwine but this time you pull back slowly, slide down the wall until your squatting in front of me and take the swollen head of my cock between your deep red lips. Your tongue quickly gets to work on me making me throb as you hit all the sensitive spots. You're still playing with yourself as you suddenly take my whole cock in your mouth and into your throat taking me by surprise and making me gasp loudly. My hand instinctively grasps the back of your head and your whole body shudders in climax as I start to thrust, fucking your mouth the way I'm dying to fuck your pussy, dictating the pace, the depth, the rhythm. I pull out and you gaze up at me, mouth wide open as you catch your breath. In one swift movement I pull you to your feet and frantically pull your soaking wet knickers down, practically ripping them off you. We kiss hungrily, our hands exploring each others naked bodies with such urgency you'd think our lives depended on this. I grab your peach of an arse and lift you up, you wrap your arms around my neck and your long legs around my waist. You cry out and bite my neck, hard, as with a thrust I impale you on my thick cock. I swear you've drawn blood but it's hot as fuck and it's only served to heighten the intensity, I'm thrusting into you as hard and as fast as I can (I've waited hours for this, it's no time for pleasantries). I can already feel beads of sweat start to trickle down the back of my neck, partly due to the physical exertion, partly to do with the heat from the candles. Your sexy little cries and moans are doing things to me and I feel the head of my cock start to tingle and spasm as my orgasm approaches but I'm not ready yet, I want this feeling to last as long as I possibly can. I walk you over to the bed, still inside you and lower you down on to the edge. From here I can lay you flat on your back and see your gorgeous body, glistening with perspiration, your chest heaving with deep breaths. Your perfect tits are just sitting there, firm and pert and I cant help but run my hands all over them, then back down your torso to hook my arms under your legs. I start to plunge in and out of your pussy again, slower this time but just as hard, gripping your thighs to pull you back onto me with each thrust. I'm so deep inside you babe, you feel so tight around me and your pussy's starting to contract again, tighter and tighter, gripping my shaft. The warmth and wetness is bringing me back to the brink again and as you raise yourself up onto your elbows the change in angle is the final straw. I'm ready to cum inside you so I pick up the pace again, pistoning in and out of you hard and fast, our breathing is getting heavier, your screaming my name now, urging me to let go, to unload inside you. The sound of my flesh slapping against your flesh echoes round the room as you lay back down, bucking your hips in ecstasy. With a roar I throw my head back and with one more deep thrust my cock pulses and spurt after spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum fills your pussy as we climax together. I collapse onto your still shuddering body, nestling my head in your cleavage. I raise myself up to kiss you once more. Not a word is spoken. None are needed. Not a Word Spoken Tara turned the corner to head to the elevators that would take her up to her room. She had a terrible day after visiting a potential client. She had flown into town the night before so that she could accommodate their early seven o'clock meeting. After getting bumped twice by the airlines, her luggage being lost, and finally arriving to her hotel room after 1:30 am, she was very annoyed when she retrieved her voice mail that informed her that the early morning meeting would be cancelled, but 'feel free to stop by and someone would try to meet with you'. That 'someone' was a newly hired associate that knew nothing of her company and barely spent 45 minutes with her. She couldn't believed she flew all the way from Minneapolis for only 45 minutes with someone who would forget she was ever there. Feeling very low and discouraged, she pushed the elevator button. Tara waited and listened to the country band playing in the main hotel bar nearby. She stood five feet, eight inches tall wearing a burgundy turtleneck sweater that rested loosely around her neck, black tailored slacks, black heels that she had just bought for this trip and her blonde hair worn up loosely; held up in a clip. On one hand, she could not wait to get her clothes off and crawl into bed and forget this waste of a trip ever happened. But on the other hand, she really enjoyed listening to the band as she waited for her elevator. The 'ding' of the elevator reminded her that she had to choose now. She decided that she'd leave the elevators and sit in the bar for a glass of wine before she headed up to her room. The bar was dimly lit, which pleased her as she really didn't want to be noticed. She had a terrible day and just wanted to relax and have a glass of wine. There was not much of a crowd. She was able to pick a comfortable booth out of the way in the corner and immediately was taken care of by the cocktail waitress on duty. After the waitress brought her wine, Tara paid for the drink and felt that she was all set to enjoy a few songs and sip her glass of wine and just unwind from the day. She took the clip out of her hair and let it fall to her shoulders. Then slipped off her painful shoes and leaned back in the booth and sighed. She looked around the bar noticing the thin crowd all turned facing the band enjoying their music....except for one. He was facing her, and no doubt watched her every move since she entered the room. When her eyes met his, he immediately gave her a smile and tipped his head as to say hello. Then looked away toward the band. Tara was fairly attracted to him as far as she could tell with the dim lighting. He was wearing blue jeans, cowboy boots and a denim shirt that had obviously been pressed. He was clean-shaven and had all dark features .. hair, eyebrows and eyes. Tara was not looking for a man tonight--especially after her recent separation from her husband. She was very confused about what she wanted right now in her life. She decided to finish her wine and head upstairs. Just as she was about to get up, though, the waitress brought her another glass of wine and informed her it was compliments of the dark-haired gentleman that had captured her attention. She didn't know what to do. Honestly, the glass of wine looked delightful and she was definitely feeling better after the first glass. She decided she would accept it and thanked the waitress. The dark-haired gentleman got up from his chair and headed toward Tara. She realized that a slow song had just started and guessed he was about to ask her to dance. Sure enough, he extended his hand and she looked up at him. In that moment, she could not believe her eyes. He was gorgeous! His eyes sparkled as he smiled at her and she could not resist him. She accepted by placing her hand on his and got up to follow him to the dance floor. His hands were warm and his touch was gentle. He held her securely. Tara felt right at home in his arms immediately. It had been so long since someone held her like this on the dance floor. It was very romantic as they swayed back and forth enjoying the closeness. Tara soon put her head on his chest. She was almost testing him to see what he would do next. He just seemed to soak up her body into his and they melted together even closer. "Mmmmmmm", she thought to herself and sighed outloud and smiled. She smelled the cologne on his chest and knew right away it was Gio, her favorite. She wondered what would happen if she unbuttoned a button or two on his shirt. She imagined doing so and closed her eyes and daydreamed that she would reach in his shirt and caress his soft, furry chest. He kissed the top of her head and immediately she thought, "Oh, what the hell..." She slowly took her hands from his waist, still swaying with him and unbuttoned a button from his shirt; and then another. She turned to face his chest to kiss it and to deeply inhale once again the wonderful cologne scent. He mistook her intentions and took his hand and gently lifted her chin to his face and their eyes locked and they both leaned in to the other for a very wonderful and explosive kiss. It was at that moment she had thoughts of the possibility of inviting him up to her room. But...what was she thinking? She didn't know his name, where he lived, if he was married?! But she couldn't help but leave those thoughts behind. She was turned on from his gentleness and the way they seemed to click and meld to each other without speaking one word. She wanted more.. They kissed passionately and their bodies were pressed together. For a moment, they both forgot they were in public until the slow music ended and a more upbeat song started. "Damn! The song is over!", Tara thought to herself as their lips unlocked. She feared that perhaps this was all he wanted--just a dance. But happily, she knew from his body language, he was clearly telling her he was thinking what she was thinking. It was a bit awkward for a moment. Then Tara led him by the hand back over to the booth she was sitting in, grabbed her shoes and purse and escorted him out of the bar toward the elevators. She could not believe she was doing this. Her only lovers had been her husband and one boyfriend from long ago. She had never been so turned on in her life and wanted this man standing next to her so badly. The situation seemed perfect. She was in a strange town where nobody knew her. She was definitely not ready for a new relationship. Many thoughts entered her mind while waiting for the elevator and she finally convinced herself that she should go for it. The elevator doors opened and the two of them entered alone. Tara reached across him for the number four button. The doors closed and he pressed her up against the elevator wall and squatted down and lifted her up by her back theighs and wrapped her legs around him. He pressed himself against her and she felt his manhood firm and hard against her. Her arms were tight around him and she could not help but let a moan escape as she felt his hardness and his face digging inside her sweater as he found her perky breasts. The elevator reached the fourth floor and he helped her to her feet. Her face was flushed, her loins brewing with passion and her hair was a complete mess as they walked down the hall and finally entered her room. Immediately after the door closed they were magnets to each other. They stood standing once again with tongues intertwined and he, again, lifted her up against the wall and pressed himself against her. This turned her on so much as it made her feel extremely wanted. Her legs wrapped around him and he pressed her even harder against the wall. She unbuttoned his shirt all the way as he carried her over to the bed and dropped her on her back. She lay there in shock and watched him as he removed his shirt, unzip his jeans and removed all his clothing as their eyes were locked on each others. Tara unbuckled her belt and unzipped her slacks and the dark-haired gentleman removed them slickly and impatiently. He climbed on top of her and slid her sweater over her head and tossed it aside. He slid one side of her bra over and sucked her nipple with force and great suction. Tara was taken back. She had never been with someone this rough before. It was hard to explain. He was gentle on the dance floor but definitely showed strength to him. And now...he was showing his rough side. He moved over to the other nipple and pinched the one he was just nursing and began sucking the other very firm and hard nipple. "Oh fuck yes..," Tara called out. His passion to devour her made her feel so good. She was dripping wet and couldn't wait for him to touch her so he could feel how much she wanted him. Now, his hands were pressed on her wrists, making her helpless and vulnerable. He kissed her passionately again. Their tongues dancing and playing and needing each other. He continued to restrain her and headed for that first nipple again; still peeking out from her black push-up bra. He sucked it and gave it playful bites. Tara's hips could no longer keep still. She thrusted her hips and wet pussy up against him and he playfully lifted his hips away from her to tease her; not letting her have his cock yet. He looked her in the eyes and shook his head and playfully bit her other nipple and sucked it. Next he held her wrists again with only one hand. Tara did not resist. She loved the forcefullness and control about him. With his free hand he slipped his middle finger inside her and pushed harder and harder against her and she was close to cumming even though he hadn't touched her magical spot yet. Her hips rocked back and forth as he shoved his finger in and out. Now he stopped and Tara's hips continued to rock back and forth. She wanted him so badly. He looked at her and saw her face begging him to fuck her. He locked his eyes onto hers and slowly brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it; not only once but three times as if to make sure he tasted all of her. He smiled and reached down again to get more of her sweetness and repeated the process again. Tara was helpless as she lay on her back, pussy soaked in her own juices and her clit tingling with anticipation. He finally climbed on top of her and his hard cock slipped down her slit. He was slipping easily up and down her lips; his cock nearly swam in her wetness. She lifted her hips to him again and again wanting him inside her. He released her wrists and held himself up using the mattress and lowered himself to devour her neck in kisses. Tara saw the bulging muscles on his arms and decided she wanted to hang on to them. He continued kissing her neck. Tara's legs were spread wide apart and humping him as he continued to slide up and down her lips. Then finally, he entered her unexpectedly with a slow and deep thrust. "Oh fuck!" she yelled. And at the same time grabbed his arms and held on tightly. Her back was arched and she instantly felt the orgasm hit her. She felt her muscles tighten around his cock as he continued to thrust in and out. Her orgasm was extremely intense and she cried out words that were jumbled and unrecognizable. He continued thrusting her now harder and faster. And at each entrance, she she let out moans and cries. He felt himself about to cum and wanted to kiss her on the mouth as he did. He pushed harder and faster into her and kissed her passionately. His tongue sank in her mouth and he started moaning and grunting louder as he felt his balls tighten. Tara then wrapped her legs around him and that did it...he couldn't hold back any longer. His cock exploded and he spewed his cum all over inside her. He stayed inside her and showered her very gently now with passionate kisses and ran his hands through her beautiful hair. He turned soft and decided to lay on his side facing her and rolled her over onto her back. He massaged her neck, back, bottom and legs until she fell asleep. She woke at daybreak and realized she had lived their experience over and over again in her dreams. She turned over and saw he was, no doubt, nowhere to be found. Before getting out of bed, she took a moment and smiled at what was the best sex she had ever had. She even giggled out loud to herself that she didn't even ask him his name! It didn't matter. It wasn't needed. They both got what they wanted, she thought. But then, a bit sad that she had no way of knowing who this man was and would never see him again. She got up and went to the bathroom to shower. She saw a hand-written note on the sink that read, "Beautiful, if you are ever in the Minneapolis area (604) 555-1212 ~ Brian". Not A Word Was Spoken The wait for the bus was not getting any easier to bear. It seemed to get later and later, but tonight I almost decided to walk the eleven blocks to my apartment. A few minutes before 10:00, a young woman in a full-length wool coat joined me. Her long blonde hair was up in a loose bun with a pencil pushed through it, and she moved nervously in the cold. She was rubbing her hands together and blowing on them, like me. Or not. It took me a few moments to notice that when she blew on her hands, she held them up to her neck, not her mouth. I concealed my glances, or so I thought, as I noticed the plume of steam coming out between the lapels of her coat. As I stole a glance at her, we made eye contact. After an embarrassing moment, she opened her lapels, pulled aside a pretty blue silk scarf, and showed me the hole in her neck. The expression on her face dared me to look away. I didn't. She smiled. "Cancer?" I asked. She shook her head no. "Accident?" I wondered aloud. She nodded. "Can you speak?" I asked. She made the ASL sign for no, and mouthed the word as she shook her head. I made the signs to show here that I understood American Sign Language, and said, "Would you like to have some coffee, and then I will call a cab?" "That would be great", she signed, and smiled. We walked about half a block, with me making small talk, and her signing appropriate responses. Just before we turned into the café, I slipped and just about fell on my ass. When I recovered, I heard a strange hissing noise, and looked up to see her laughing, soundlessly. The steam rose out of her coat, and her hand was over her mouth, but she was very definitely laughing. I smiled and pretended to slip again, and she held her hand to her side and laughed some more. "Forgive me," I said, "but you are even more lovely when you laugh". Her smile faded and she signed, "Aren't you embarrassed to be seen with me?" "Why would I be?" I said. "You don't have toilet paper stuck on your butt, or anything". She smiled slightly and signed "My voice. My neck. My laugh". It was my turn to get serious. "No," I said. "Your voice is quite eloquent, your neck is long and beautiful, and you don't snort when you laugh". She stuck out her hand. "I'm Emily," She signed. "And I used to snort". We had a lovely chat, Emily and I. Actually, we ended up holding hands over coffee. She explained that she had been in a motorcycle wreck two years before, and her face and throat had been badly torn up. As we approached my building, I asked her up. She signed, "Sure". I gave her a drink, then walked to the windows overlooking the city. Emily stood beside me for a while, then sat her drink down and turned me to face her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her very gently. "Be careful, my new friend, I haven't been with a man for over two years. I'm not sure I can control myself," she mouthed and signed. "I hope you can't, because you are so gorgeous that I'm sure I can't. You know, if you want to talk by burping, I wouldn't mind, I have known people who do". "I can't." She signed. "No tongue." "Well, that may change my plan a little, because I had actually planned to go looking for it." I said. I pulled her to me and kissed her more insistently, and when her lips parted, I slid my tongue between them a little. Emily's breath at my neck quickened, and she grabbed involuntarily at my butt. I took that for a cue, and the next time her lips parted, I went looking for her tongue in earnest. I found it, a tiny fluttering flap the size of a golf ball wiggling desperately in the bottom of her mouth, and as I circled it with mine, her grasping grew more insistent yet. When we pulled reluctantly apart, she looked and me, her stomach spasmed with the intake of air, and she signed, "Fuck me, please", but what came out was "Fuh muh, pwiff"! I reached behind her and lifted her sweater over her head while she was unzipping my pants. Her Victoria's Secret bra came off next, revealing pendulous missile shaped D-cup breasts with nosecone shaped aureolas, topped with stiff brown nipples the size of my thumb, pointing straight at the floor. Emily kneeled in front of me and signed, "Watch this." She reached into her mouth with one hand and withdrew upper and lower dentures, and looked to see what my expression was. It must have been OK because, she took me in her mouth, and I watched in amazement as my entire 9 inches disappeared. She stopped with her mouth against my pubic hair and raised her hands over her head, looked up and signed: "No gag reflex, no teeth, and no need to breathe. I hope you have tomorrow off". I could feel a restriction where her soft palate stopped, and then an unbelievable feeling overtook me. She had swallowed my cock! I could plainly feel her throat muscles contract around the shaft of my cock, and pull it deeper into her face. As she took me in and out of her mouth, I felt her breasts slap against my knees. Her gums chewed at me as I slid in and out and I grunted as I came in her mouth. She waited until I stopped panting, looking up at me and caressing the back of my legs and my ass. I stepped out of my pants and underwear and stripped off my shirt. As I helped her up, Emily's tits swayed and swung with her movements. She took my hand and led me into my bedroom, where she sat me on the bed. She went into the bathroom and I watched through the crack in the door as she bent over the sink and opened her mouth. A thick rope of cum drained out into the sink, and I realized how difficult it would have been to swallow without a tongue. She opened the cabinet and after a second or two of searching, found my mouthwash and poured some into a paper cup. She tipped it into her mouth, and then shook her head to agitate it. She bent over again and let the mouthwash fall out of her mouth, then dried her face and stood up. Unaware of my watchful eyes, she took a nipple into each hand and pulled, twisting them as she did so. She released her tits and supported their weight in her hands as she watched her nipples harden into little pegs. She dropped her tits and shook her shoulders, sending them into a frenzy of motion, bobbing and swaying. She smiled a toothless smiled and turned off the light. Emily walked toward me, and then went to the head of the bed. She picked up a box of matches and struck one, using it to light the three candles on the nightstand. As she bent over, I watched as her breasts dangled, her hard nipples pointing toward the floor. When the candles were lit, she brought the match to her lips, then smiled slightly and lowered it to between her shoulders and blew it out. She stood between my legs, and I pulled her over onto me, turning us as she fell until I lay between her legs. She placed her hands under her head and looked at me. I licked my way down from her navel to her mound, and then kissed it once. I spread her legs with my hands and inhaled her sweet musky odor. When I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and plunged my tongue into her wetness, her hands flew out from behind her head and she put one on each side of mine, her fingers clutching my hair gently. Her head nodded and she smiled, revealing her gums again. She moved her hands and began to sign to me, but I reached up and held them. A puzzled look crossed her face. "When we're making love, I want you to talk to me. I think your voice is sexy, even if it is hard to understand at first. Tell me what you want me to do," I said. I felt her abdomen pull air into her stomach, and then she said, "Wih mih puffa!" "Lick your pussy, right?" I replied. A slow head nod, with a smile. I slid my hands under her ass and reached up to cup her tits, which were lying beside her chest on the bed. I held a nipple in each hand and pulled slowly as I pushed my tongue deep inside her. I heard the air moving in and out of her neck hole and looked into her eyes as she stared at me through half-closed lids. I separated her fleshy pussy lips and found a treasure inside. Her clit was completely free of any hood, and lay inside her vulva like a tiny cock. I sucked it into my mouth and spun my tongue around it as my finger found her G-spot. Emily's face was contorted as she bucked her pussy against my face, and her lips were forming soundless words as her stoma puffed in time to them. She finally began to shake and then collapsed under me. I had started to rise when she grabbed me and rolled me over, and then straddled me. Her eyes focused on mine as she reached between her legs and guided me to the entrance of her vulva, then engulfed me as her hips dropped onto mine. Her tits drug across me, and her mouth was everywhere at once, it seemed. She had no suction at all, but her lips pressed against my chest and face almost frantically. Her gums nipped at my nipples. She put her lips on mine, and when I touched her gums with my tongue, she chewed lightly on it. I touched the remains of her tongue with mine, and it danced on and around mine like a manic bee. Emily sat up on me and braced one hand on my chest. A fingertip went deep into her mouth, and she bent over to show me that she was licking her finger with her remnant tongue. She placed the finger in my mouth and I sucked on it. Her pace increased, and as she bucked on my hips, her tits orbited in counter-rotating circles. Emily went to her elbows and almost frantically pushed her mouth against me, placing suction-less kisses all over my face, as she panted on me with her neck hole. I reached between her legs and took her clit in my fingers, stroking it like a cock. Her mouth moved as she belched "Yuh, Yuh, Yuh. Fuh mih, Fuh...Fuh...Fuh...FUH!" She collapsed on me, her breath whistling in and out of her stoma. We slept, and I awoke to find her smiling at me as she traced circles around my chest with her nipple. "You smell like sex," I said. "I can't smell." She answered, in sign. "Sure you can," I answered. I dipped my hand into her crevice and scooped up a slick puddle on one finger, then placed the finger near her nose. She looked at me and shrugged. I put my lips on hers and inhaled smoothly. Her eyes snapped open and she smiled. She didn't snore.