The power of words is something that has been written about throughout the ages. I, for one, won t argue that point. Having been a speechwriter for a number of small time politicians here in New York City, I ve seen the wrong words make or break a career. Although I have witnessed the influence of words, it never occurred to me that they could be the catalysts for an earth shattering sexual experience.
Now mind you, crying out with the joy of orgasm is something I don t need encouragement in doing. I m not shy about letting a lover know he s been successful. After all, I want him to remember what he did to get me there in the first place! However, vocal encounters with former boyfriends never ventured beyond our shyly voiced requests. In my silence, I was just as guilty as they were. Recently this all changed, when a seductive stranger introduced me to the erotic potential of the spoken word.
Roberto is a hot blooded Hispanic man who I found irresistible from the moment our eyes met. We happened upon each other at a gallery in the West Village. The artist, a neighbor of mine, was having her first show. I wanted to be there to offer her support. And besides, why turn down an opportunity to dress up? So after work I quickly showered, slipped on a flirty, black velvet halter dress and matching pumps, then headed downtown.
By the time I arrived, a small crowd had already gathered and their appreciative murmurs filled the air. Not recognizing anyone, I wandered among the hulking works of art, stopping to examine an ornate sculpture that was displayed in the center of the room. I felt someone s presence behind me and a lilting voice purred in my ear. Beautiful, is it not? He stood so close to me that I felt the warmth of his body on my shoulders and back. Had his voice not been so soothing, I would have been alarmed by his closeness to me. My cheeks flushed as the sexy voice of this stranger continued. His words were methodical, perfectly timed and chosen as he elaborated on the piece I had been admiring.
The only thing I see here that is more stunning is you. As his accented words smoothed over me, the warm rush that covered my cheeks worked its way down my spine and into my awakening pussy. I couldn t believe that I was becoming aroused by a man I hadn t even seen yet!
Unable to stand the mystery any longer, I turned around to look at this brazen man. Roberto introduced himself to me with a smile and an outstretched hand. He was not much taller than me, and I was surprised his voice made him sound larger than he truly was. He looked surprisingly well dressed in such casual clothing: a burgundy blazer, crisp white shirt and bleached denim hugging his lower half. I slipped my hand into his, marveling at the softness of his skin and the contrast of my slim, white fingers against his brown flesh. I was about to shake his hand as though he were a business associate, but he had other ideas. Roberto slowly raised my hand to his lips and kissed it, lingering much longer than was appropriate. Needless to say, I was instantly charmed and aroused.
After walking through the show together, Roberto suggested that we continue our conversation elsewhere. I was more than eager to abandon the stark exhibit walls for a chance to learn more about this sexy man. Before leaving, I found my neighbor and complimented her on the show. Roberto shook her hand firmly and offered a few pleasant words before taking my arm in his and heading for the door. His heavy cowboy boots amplified his steps on the cobblestone street as we walked toward a quiet looking caf . He held the door open for me, and I walked through the dimly lit threshold. The odd shape of the building allowed for many shadowy corners. The front room was a sea of rickety tables, each dotted with a single flickering candle. Roberto chose a table in the smaller, more deserted room in the back. There was only one other couple seated at a nearby table, but they took no notice of us, apparently too wound up in the sweet nothings they were whispering to each other.
Once comfortably seated, we got to know each other better over steaming cups of cappuccino. I found out that Roberto was born and raised in Spain, which explained his accent, and is fluent in English, French and Spanish. When I told him that I had studied Spanish in college, his lips curled into a sly smile. Roberto whispered to me in his native tongue, telling me how attractive I was. I couldn t help but smile as his foreign words of love washed over me, making me drunk with desire for him. After a pause, he continued in English, with that delightful accent of his, telling me all the wicked and lustful things that he wanted to do to me.
If you would allow me, he began, I want to take you home to your apartment. Once there, I shut the lights and pull back the drapes so that our only illumination will be the glow of the night. I undress you slowly, uncovering your perfect skin until you are naked. Roberto leaned over and ran his hand down my neck and over my bare shoulder. I closed my eyes to savor his touch and pictured the scene he described: two figures glowing blue silver, illuminated by the moon and the neon signs outside my apartment window blinking splashes of color on my naked form. I shuddered at the thought of him ravishing me.
As you stand before me, I bend and take a perfect, pink nipple in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. I suck on it until it s a hard point surrounded by rosy, crinkled skin. Then I move to the other and do the same, locking it between my teeth and nipping on it until you cry out from the sensation. I stared at him, intently listening and feeling slightly lightheaded, as if all the blood in my brain was rushing to my swelling pussy. I never thought that words alone could have this effect on me.
Ana Rose, he paused, stop me if you don t wish me to speak to you like this.
I shook my head. No, I love it, I whispered to him. I couldn t believe I was admitting it to a stranger, but Roberto was unlocking something inside me that had been hidden for too long. I knew that now was the time to let it loose, and he was going to be the man to help me.
I sit you on the edge of your bed and kneel in front of you so I can look at your pretty pussy. Already I can see that you want me. Roberto s words slipped from between his lips in a hiss, like cold water hitting hot metal. Drops of dew are glistening on your pink flesh. It s running out of your slit and onto your asshole. I glanced around to make sure that our neighbors weren t overhearing Roberto s sexy talk. If they were, they showed no sign of it and seemed more interested in getting the check. I turned back to him.
I take your fingers and spread your juices from your cunt to your asshole. You re squirming from my touches. I arched my back and spread my legs slightly so I could press my cunt against the wooden seat. Rocking slowly, I moved as carefully as I could, so as not to call attention to myself.
All I wanted at this point was to have him throw me on the floor and fuck the life out of me. I didn t know how much longer I could stand this, but I managed to maintain my composure. He continued. You fall back onto the bed and I ease a finger into your ass. I m watching the ring of your asshole suck in my glistening finger as you raise your hips up off the bed.
As the couple gathered their coats to leave, the perky, blonde waitress appeared to collect her tip and stopped at our table to check on us. We re fine, Roberto said, with a friendly smile.
Call me if you need anything, she chirped. She turned quickly on her heels and trotted out of the room, hips twitching and ponytail bobbing behind her. We were alone now. I stared into his dark, brooding eyes as shadows from the flickering candle danced over his face. Do you want me to eat you? he asked. I was so intent on listening to his words that it never entered my mind that I could play this game, too.
Yes, I said, quietly.
Then tell me what you want me to do. I want you to ask for it, he said sternly.
I want you to eat my pussy, I whispered. Pausing, I felt my heart pounding in time to the pulse in my sex.
And? he asked, amused.
Keeping fucking my ass with your fingers while you lick my cunt, I said with a swallow, my throat dry from the excitement. My head was swimming. Could I be saying such dirty words? My cheeks felt hot, but it was from the sex heat spreading from my cunt more than from embarrassment. Roberto smiled, looking accomplished because he had lured me into his game. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. My thong bikini was soaked and the silk strip caused a delicious friction on my clitoris.
You feel my breath on you as my lips hover over your wet flesh. You re shuddering as my lips get closer to your twitching clitoris. Should I suck it? he whispered to me. The thought of him not going on was enough to make me cry.
Yes . . . I panted. My eyes fluttered as I spoke. Suck it between your lips and swirl your tongue around it. I want you to make me come with your mouth with your lips and tongue. I was nearly weak with desire for this man and his magic words.
Roberto sat up in his chair, his voice resuming a normal tone as he said, I cannot come home with you tonight. As he spoke the words, my heart fell. But I wish to see you again. I want to fuck that lovely pussy that we ve been talking about, he said, with a wry smile. I waited for him to continue. Are you wearing panties? he asked. I nodded in response, almost unable to speak. Good. Take them off and give them to me. I stopped for a moment, shocked at his request. But I had started playing his game and I wanted to see it to the end.
I stood up and looked around to make sure that we were still alone. We were. As I slipped the tight thong over my hips, I imagined the soaked material leaving glistening streaks along my thighs. I sat back down and the flouncy hem of my dress flared up, letting my bare ass rest on the chair. I handed the sticky black silk to him. Roberto clutched it in his fist and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. He closed his eyes for a moment to relish my musky scent. Holding the panties in his hand like a trophy, he apparently had no intention of returning them. I want you to touch yourself, he said flatly.
Here? Now? I asked incredulously.
Don t worry, he smiled. You can see that there s no one here. No one can see you except for me. He moved the table away from the wall slightly, so he could have a clear view of my crotch, yet the tablecloth would obscure the view if we received any surprise visitors. Roberto placed his hands on the hem of my short dress, raising it slightly. I spread my legs to allow him to see the signs of my arousal. Hmm, as beautiful as I thought it would be, he said, letting go of the dress. I know it won t take you long, go ahead, he chided. And tell me how it feels.
Cautiously, I placed my fingers on my clitoris and started to stroke myself. It was hard to speak. I wanted to lose myself and just melt into the sensations of my tingling flesh. I m very wet, I began. My pussy feels like hot, wet silk. I want you to put your hard cock inside me
But I can t do that here, he interrupted, so you ll have to fend for yourself. I slipped two fingers into my pussy, concentrating on the movement of his lips and swaying with the cadence of his words. That s right, put your fingers inside that hot cunt of yours. Show me how you like to play with yourself.
Oh, it s so tight. I can feel my muscles clutching at my fingers, I whispered. I reached deep inside myself, listening to the squishing noises of my probing digits. I knew I couldn t hold out as the shivering sensations of my impending orgasm overtook me.
Roberto sensed this and urged me on. Go on, he cooed, come for me. I tried to muffle my cries as I worked my fingers in and out of my cunt. I came with a shuddering sob and collapsed back into the chair, my chest heaving and my face flushed. Thank you, Ana. That was breathtaking, he said, reaching for the hand I had been fucking myself with. He brought it to his lips and sucked each glossy finger into his mouth until every trace of my essence was gone.
True to his word, Roberto didn t return home with me, but he left me after a wonderfully savage kiss with a promise of seeing each other the following weekend. From the moment I awoke on Saturday I was perpetually wet, knowing I would be with him that evening. That night, we enjoyed a romantic dinner at an exclusive restaurant on the Upper East Side. Talking and laughing, we got along famously, never mentioning our escapade in the caf . I would have thought it a dream if my aching pussy didn t remember it so distinctly.
After the waiter brought us a bottle of sweet wine, we clinked our glasses, and he pledged that the rest of our evening would be as delightful as our dinner had been. I m not entirely sure what his plans were, but all I could think about was the prospect of getting him into my bed.
When we returned to my apartment, I was too crazy with lust to be shy and demure. We barely stepped inside when I reached up to kiss him. Roberto grabbed my asscheeks in his hands, grinding his crotch into mine. His tongue filled my mouth and he overpowered me with his kiss. Take me to your bed, he growled in my ear. I immediately led him to my room.
We stood at the foot of my bed as his hands mauled my flesh through my thin dress. With a moan, I confessed to him, I ve been waiting all week to feel your cock inside me.
So, he said, easing my head back by stroking my hair, you want me to fuck you?
Hearing him say the word fuck made my pussy clench in anticipation. Yes, I answered, inhaling deeply as his warm lips planted fluttery kisses on my throat. Roberto s hands searched under my dress, pulling the satin straps of my bra off my shoulders and making my breasts spill out of the cups. His hands slipped down my figure and reached into my panties, thrusting his fingers inside me.
You need my cock, puta? he questioned in a whisper. Being called a slut caused a flurry of sparks in my cunt. I rose on my toes to arch my hips toward his questing fingers. After a few moments, Roberto stopped finger fucking me. With rough hands, he quickly undressed me and urged me onto the bed. His eyes scoured my figure as he silently stripped. Roberto covered me with his warm body and immediately thrust his cock inside me. A small sob escaped my lips as he rocked his hips into mine. We fucked slowly, settling into a perfect rhythm. He began to speak, sounding as though he were narrating a story.
You re at a party . . . and you re all dressed up in that pretty black dress I first saw you in, he explained. I stared into his eyes, my breath coming in short pants. You see a man across the room. What does he look like? he demanded. Getting caught up in his fantasy, I answered him by describing a dark haired man with rugged good looks. You can t take your eyes off him, and you re standing there wondering what his cock looks like, how it would feel in your tight cunt. He let out a long breath as he stroked into me. What do you do now? he insisted.
I call him over . . . I can already see that he has a thick cock waiting for me.
Now he leads you into the bathroom, and what does he do to you? he asked. He was panting, and his eyes were closed as if he were trying to picture the scene we were creating.
He bends me over and tells me to hold onto the sink, so he can lower my panties, I explained, between deep breaths. I step out of them and he pulls my dress up over my hips . . . I hear his zipper being lowered and feel his cockhead bounce against my pussy lips. As I finished that sentence, Roberto pulled out of my snug opening, leaving only the tip of his cock inside me, waiting for my story to continue. He tells me he s going to fuck me hard and I feel him roughly push into Roberto cut me off by grabbing my hips and thrusting into me as violently as the man in our fantasy would have done.
And he starts fucking you, he said, continuing my story for me. Do you like having his cock inside you?
Yes, I cried out, being fucked in my mind by a nameless lover and, in reality, being ravished by my smooth talking stud. He had taken control of our dream and began a pounding rhythm that flattened me into the mattress. My hands clutched the back of his head, my fingers getting lost in the coarse, thick curls. For the first time, Roberto left me speechless. As he increased his tempo, I let myself go limp in his arms. A sheen of sweat covered my features as I strained toward my first orgasm of the evening. Strands of my dark hair clung to my cheeks, and I breathed through my mouth in halting gasps. Pleasure washed over me in uncontrollable waves as the only sounds in the room were our animal groans of passion.
As I lay breathless from my orgasm, Roberto ordered me onto my hands and knees because he wanted to fuck me from behind. Obeying him silently, I spread my legs wide and arched my back, offering him my wet cunt. In one thrust, he was deep inside me, his balls slapping up against my humming clitoris. He grabbed my hips and pounded into me relentlessly, telling me how hot and tight I was. When he finally fell silent, I knew it was because he was deliriously approaching orgasm. Seconds later, he jammed his cock inside me with a groan, sending his semen into my clasping pussy.
Roberto collapsed next to me on the mattress with his sweat slicked chest heaving. He hugged me tightly and whispered loving words to me. Our quiet reverie lasted only until we regained our breath, however, because I slithered down to take his sweet cock between my lips. As I deep throated him, he told me how sexy I looked with his cock in my mouth and how he couldn t wait to fuck my ass. Hearing this got me aroused all over again, and I demanded that he take my ass right then and there. It was heaven. I spent the rest of the night having Roberto s cock in my cunt, mouth and ass, and all the while he tantalized me with his sexy voice.
That was six months ago, and Roberto is still talking me to the most spectacular orgasms. I never tire of having him fuck me, or of sucking his gorgeous cock, or of listening to his beautiful voice.