Oh, baby, I want to suck on that big, thick cock of yours. I want to take it all the way down my hot, velvety throat. I want to feel it ramming against my tonsils, your big fat balls slapping against my chin. And when you re ready to come, don t pull away. Just grab hold of my head and drive it into my mouth, firing your cream so it drips down into my stomach.
Now, I ask you what man could resist a pep talk like that? I ve always associated soft moans and gentle whispers and the squeaking of the bedsprings with sex, but dialogue of an erotic nature had never entered my mind. Little did I know how powerful sexy words could be. The right phrase from a virtuoso dirty talking woman can have me hard in seconds, ready to climb the walls in unspeakable excitement.
The speaker of those magic words was a sultry bombshell named Audrey, whom I had met in the parking lot of a liquor store in a small town in Georgia. I had just graduated college and, with nothing better to do, was hitchhiking across the South, visiting Civil War battlefields and one star roadside motels. I was walking out of the store with a bottle of scotch, and the bountiful beauty with a brunette bob and a beauty mark on her upper lip was holding a bottle of bourbon.
Looks like between you and me, we ve got it covered, she said, in an antebellum drawl. Care to have a drink with me?
I could think of nothing I d have liked better. I hopped into the passenger seat of her MG roadster, and we found a quiet spot under a willow tree and imbibed. Between belts we shared our life stories. Right away I could tell that Audrey was a plainspoken, shoot from the hip type of woman. Still, I was floored when she stated, I was planning on driving down to the Florida Keys. Care to be my escort?
Though I am impetuous, I was slow to answer, so she added, Look, Spencer, I think you are a really hot guy. I want to fuck you so bad that I can feel my pussy throbbing for you. The thought of cutting a sexual swath down the state of Florida with you as my stud makes me dripping wet. So what do you say, handsome?
What do you think I said? Audrey s edict had me hard and raring to go. She took me in her mouth, right under the bowing branches of the willow tree, tantalizing me with her multitalented tongue. Not only could she do a number on my pulsating flesh, slurping and licking and tracing lazy figure eights on my cock with her pink tongue, but between sucks she held my dick in her tiny hands while looking me straight in the eye, telling me in truck driver s language how much she enjoyed sucking my cock.
You d have thought she had never seen a cock before, the way she was praising me for mine. I had never been so flattered, or excited. So when I ended up grabbing her hair and fucking her mouth, I erupted in an explosion that must have coated her entire digestive tract with semen.
Audrey and I spent a glorious few weeks together, and I learned that a nasty mouthed lady can turn me on something fierce. On our first night together, in a motel near Kissimmee, Audrey did a striptease for me. I lay on the bed, nude, my cock stiff in my hand, as she turned the radio down low and did a little dance. As she pulled off her clothes she d ask me questions.
Do you like my legs? she started, running her nails up and down her thighs. She didn t wait for an answer, and she didn t need one. I d like to wrap these legs around your face, she added. Then she removed her top. How about my tits? Do you like my tits? She held them in her hands, lifting one of them so she could lick her own nipple. When I mess around with girls I like to suck their tits. Would you like to be in bed with me and another girl? We could both lick your cock at the same time. I could lick the shaft while my friend munches on your balls. Would you like that? Have you ever been in bed with two beautiful sluts at the same time?
I was in a fever, pounding my cock as if I were listening to phone sex. But the voice was standing right in front of me, in the flesh, in red lipstick. Audrey finally stripped naked. She pulled a chair in front of the bed and sat in it, spreading her legs wide, showing me her pink essence. I really like my cunt, do you? I like to play with it. I love for guys and girls to lick it. Would you like to watch another girl lick it?
By now she had spread the lips of her cunt and was plunging a finger in and out. I was fisting my cock frantically. She went on to describe a threesome she d once had, when a girl was eating her out and a guy was filling her mouth with cock. Audrey told this tale in such graphic detail, using raunchy, uninhibited language. I closed my eyes. This drop dead gorgeous broad was in the same room with me, naked, playing with herself, yet I closed my eyes so I might better visualize the stirring tale she was spinning. What a storyteller she was!
But his cock wasn t as big and fat as yours, she said, her disembodied voice ringing out in my self imposed darkness. I ve never seen a cock as nice as yours. Jerk it for me, baby. I love to watch guys jerk off. I love to watch them beat their meat just for me.
Audrey had joined me on the bed. I could feel her hot breath on my neck. Come for me. Shoot it high in the air. Show me how much I turn you on. Your cock is so big and red. When you re through jerking off for me you can fuck me in every one of my holes. My mouth, my pussy, my asshole. I love a cock in my ass.
That did it. As she was idly fiddling with one of my nipples I came with trembling force, my eyes popping open to see her lovely face next to mine, the sticky evidence of my lust flying through the air and landing on my neck, my chest and her face.
Wow! That was great! Audrey said, dipping her fingers in my load and then licking them clean. Your come really tastes good. I m going to eat this all up, and I m going to want seconds. She got them. Plus, she got thirds.
One encyclopedia of kink, that gal Audrey was. We tried everything. I did fuck her in the ass while she talked a blue streak. In a hotel in Key Largo she begged me to tie her up and spank her, in language that nearly blistered the wallpaper. By the time we reached Key West and parted ways, I was sure that I had experienced a once in a lifetime thrill. Lightning didn t strike twice in the same place. There couldn t be a woman alive who could match Audrey s verbal skills, I thought. Happily, I was wrong.
Eventually I settled down in a job as a computer programmer and started a relationship with Alice, a graduate student of art history who was about as straight arrow as Audrey was kinky. Alice is tall and blonde, a real California girl who used to be a cheerleader and has a bedroom full of stuffed animals. Our sex life began wonderfully. We have always been very hot for each other, and there s little we haven t tried. It just lacked the jalape o like spice that the lollapalooza Audrey brought to my bed.
One fine Saturday afternoon I was sitting at home, watching a basketball game, when Alice dropped by. I was surprised to see her, for we had made a date for that evening. She said she couldn t wait to see me, turned off the TV set, and led me to the bedroom. In seconds we were both naked and panting. Because her voice was as small as a mouse, I barely heard her say, God, I want you to fuck me.
That startled me. I had never known Alice to use language that couldn t be said on primetime television. I was also surprised that she would include any language at all in our lovemaking. What did you say? I asked, memories of Audrey flooding my brain.
Alice blushed and said, Nothing. I took her in my arms and whispered into her ear, You can say anything to me. Anything that comes to mind. Don t hold back. You may not believe this, but I absolutely love it when a woman talks dirty.
You do? Alice said meekly. Her eyes were closed as she pressed against me, her tiny hands cupping my swaying balls. I ve just been so horny today. She started giggling.
Come on, I said. Tell me what you want me to do you. Be graphic. Use all the words your mother taught you never to say when you were a girl.
So began a new era in our relationship. Alice was able to unlock the mental block on her language and gradually learned to fill my ears with sweet nothings. Sweet, filthy nothings. That first afternoon she took baby steps, saying things like, I want you to eat my pussy, or Fuck me hard with your big dick. It was a while before she could stop laughing after saying words like pussy or dick. But it was clear that by voicing these thoughts of desire, we both experienced incredible orgasms. Just as the words open sesame led Ali Baba through a cave of priceless wonder, saying dirty words opened wide the sexual floodgates for Alice.
She began to read sexually explicit novels and magazines to learn new words for familiar body parts. She watched some x rated videos to hear how the professional sex actresses do it. I even helped her out, serenading her with my own attempts at sexy talk. One night I described her vagina to her. Your pussy is so amazing. It s like a flower, like a salmon colored rose, with luscious, thick petals waiting to blossom waiting to blossom so I can slither my hungry tongue down to lap at your sweet nectar. I could spend hours with my face buried in your glorious cunt. Say the word cunt, I told her.
Cunt, she said. And then she said it again, and again, until her juices started flowing. I began to taste her, lapping at her oozing passion. Lick my cunt, Spencer. Eat me good. Eat me until I come and come and come. I want to come on your face. I want you to make me cream like I never have before. Oh God, I love it!
By now I was sending her on the way to orgasm, flicking at her pearl like clitoris with the tip of my tongue, two fingers sawing in and out of her canal. Her thighs pressed against my ears, her fingers ran through my hair. Her chatter became gibberish as she reached climax. Afterward she could only lie still, flat on her back, as I caressed her heaving breasts. She told me it was the most powerful orgasm she d ever had.
In time I began to wonder if I d opened a Pandora s box. I would be sitting at my desk at work and Alice would call. Hi, sexy, she would start. I was so horny today, thinking about your hard piece of iron filling me up, filling me all the way up, that I had to do something about it. I went to that sex boutique downtown and bought a dildo. Can you believe it? I assured her I did, closing the door to my office, my cock hardening in seconds.
So now I m lying here on the bed, completely naked, running the dildo up and down my body. It s flesh colored and feels fleshy, and it s got a great big head and veins standing up all down the shaft. It s big and meaty, just like yours. I m going to fuck myself with it, is that okay?
I grunted my agreement. Alice launched into a description of her masturbation session that was so hot, the phone wires must have been smoking. I plucked my cock out into the open, pumping it steadily as she built toward release. We managed to come at the same time, me soaking my underwear with pints of semen, Alice moaning into the receiver. We were two of a kind, that was for sure.
Alice s triumph, when she placed herself among the pantheon of all time great naughty orators, was after I returned from a short business trip. After a romantic dinner she suggested I take a hot shower and stretch out nude on the bed. I wholeheartedly agreed, sensing something special was afoot. As I spread out on the bed, I found a note on the pillow. It was from Alice, instructing me to put the stereo headphones on and press the start button on the cassette player. Now my curiosity was really piqued. What was she up to?
I set the tape rolling and heard soft music, followed by Alice s voice, breathy and dripping with lust. Hi, loverboy, her monologue began. I m sitting here going out of my mind, hungry for your body. I m going to put this yearning to good use. You re about to hear me tell you how much I love you, in stereophonic sound, while my body takes you to the moon and back. Look over at the door and get ready for a treat.
I did, and Alice entered, dressed to kill in black lingerie that left little to the imagination. She sauntered into the room on spike heeled shoes, licking her blood red lips with desire.
How do I look? the soundtrack continued. Hang on tight, because after four days without your gorgeous body, I m ready to eat you alive. Yummy, yummy!
Incredibly, Alice had filled one complete side of a cassette with her daydream. I m going to begin with your beautiful cock, she cooed. My cock hardened and practically bounded with naked desire. Her voice continued. As I listened to it, every pronouncement was acted out by the flesh and blood Alice, who would do precisely what the voice told me she would do. I did practically nothing for the first twenty minutes or so, as Alice s tape described how she would worship my cock, sucking, licking and caressing it.
This cock belongs in the Penis Hall of Fame, she joked. I love the way it fits my mouth, as if we were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle meant to be linked together. Your mushrooming cockhead tickles the back of my throat, my nose is pressed into your pubic hair so I can smell your musky odor. It is better than any cologne. And the way your heavy balls feel in my hands! I like to fondle them as if they were precious jewels. The detail she went into was extraordinary, and the effect of the tape was mind blowing. It was like having two Alices servicing me!
Alice had a definite agenda, for soon the voice on the tape was urging me to come. Fill my mouth with sugary syrup, she begged. Nothing tastes finer to me. I could live on a diet of your sweet come. Fill me up to overflowing. Do it, shoot it in my mouth! You taste so good. Alice had found a way to have a mouth full of cock while describing the sensations at the same time! This ventriloquism act had me erupting in buckets. Alice knows my breaking point, I guess, for the voice on the tape anticipated my orgasm.
So much love, she said, drawing out the sound forever. You must have been a good boy while you were away. I found myself saying, Yes, I was, talking to the tape and ignoring the real Alice. Now I want you to take care of my needs, for I ve been a very good girl. I did take care of her, following to the letter the instructions she gave me on the tape. She wanted me to give her a tongue bath that covered every inch of her luscious body. I did so gladly, luxuriating in her mellifluous intonations as I laved her supple skin. I began by kissing her back, one of her favorite things. Alice came repeatedly, even before I touched her cunt. She came while I nuzzled her breasts, while I tongued her ass and even while I sucked her sensitive toes. She was one huge sexually excited nerve ending, and all the while the tape steadily led me on.
My next instruction was to take her like never before. I was more than ready, my cock aching for release and leaking pre come. When I plunged into her I heard a cry of gratitude on the tape and from the writhing body beneath me. We became passionately entwined, drawing deep from the well of our erotic selves, twisting and thrusting mindlessly, our only goal to please the other as much as possible. The voice on the tape had given way to soft love talk, as Alice told me how much she loved me, how much she wanted to be with me. When I came, I thought I would never walk again.
The tape shut off automatically. It was a while before either of us could speak. When we were able to converse, I commended Alice on her ingenuity and creativity. Audrey was a complete amateur compared to the performance that Alice gave.
That was six months ago. Alice and I are now engaged. She hasn t made another tape, saying that effort should be reserved only for special occasions. She has dropped hints, though, that she s planning to make one for our wedding night.