The way he speaks.

I don’t know about anyone else but the one thing that unequivocally leaves my panties soaked in seconds is that……tone.

Now some of you may be confused but I *know* that there are those of you that know EXACTLY what I mean. That tone that says to shut up and listen. That says I’m in charge.

It’s commanding.

It’s powerful.

Gentle but hard at the same time, conjuring up images of clothes being ripped from my body. Fingers circling my throat while I’m bent over the bed and the dining room table and the kitchen counter……mmmm and the balcony. My ass burning and blushing from the smacks I’m receiving all while I hear ” Count them, slut or I’ll start over.”

Sometimes I think about that……tone…..at work, while I’m sitting at my desk typing an email. It whispers past my ear ” I can’t wait to fuck you” then slides it’s way down past my alert nipples until it reaches my swollen little clit. It takes everything in me to concentrate on the person complaining to me on the phone about their…dishwasher?…..no washing machine…..that isn’t working or caught fire perhaps?

I bite my lip to keep my moan from coming out. I shift in my chair and my panties graze across my clit……well fuck….and my juices drip down my legs.

*okay,okay steady girl. Your lunch break is coming and then you can go to your car and get some relief*

I start counting backward from 100 and calm myself and concentrate. 20 more minutes. I can do this. Easy fucking peasy.

DING! – I pick up my cellphone and quickly glance at the message and my heart stops.

*Try not to be late going to lunch.I have a surprise waiting for you in your car*

Okay innocent enough message right? Could be flowers. A sweet note……..no. That tone reads loud and clear. It’s a command that I better not leave him waiting. And I better be without panties. Just as well they are soaked through anyway.

Finally lunchtime is here and I walk quickly to my car. I get in to the drivers seat and there he is on the passenger side with a sly, devilish smile on his face.
“Hello my girl. I’ve been thinking about you.”
I go to speak but as soon as my lips part he grabs me by the back of the neck and shoves my mouth down onto his thick hard cock and god do I love it.

My tongue swirls and flicks across every vein and ridge of his cock. I love the feeling of him growing harder in my mouth. The way he bucks his hips to fuck my throat is glorious and all I can do is moan in pleasure. “That’s it. That’s my good girl” he whispers as his fingers slide quickly and easily into my wet pussy. His fingers slam into me over and over as I coax the cum out of his cock and lick up any missed drops.

He pulls my head back by my hair, grabs one leg and flings it across him so my pussy is on full display to anyone passing by the car’s front windshield. He pulls my shirt and bra up in one swift motion, freeing my tits and shoves three fingers into my pussy. “Cum you little whore. I know you want to. Show the whole parking lot what a good little whore you are for me.”

My legs seize and my eyes roll back as I claw at the ceiling, my orgasm tearing through me like a hurricane. In this moment I don’t care who hears me or who sees me this way. I am in total bliss. As I start to come down he licks his fingers clean, gives me that devilish smile with a wink, opens the car door and says ” I’ll see you at home, love.”

It almost makes me chuckle how good he is. How innocent he makes himself sound. To anyone walking by they would have thought ” oh! how sweet!” But I know differently. What he meant was “Be prepared for round two, little girl.”

And how do I know you ask?

That tone…….

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