'The Man Without a Face'

"The Man Without a Face"

  "Hun, you ready to go yet?" I hear my fiance call from downstairs as I slipped on my high heels.

  "Yes," I call." Why is he always rushing me. I know he's excited about the party tonight with his co-workers, but come on I'm going aren't I?

  I walked downstairs to the door where he's waiting impatiently. "Ah, finally," he exclaims.

  He didn't even admire my new sexy, little black dress which is too short and backless with a little string in the back. Not to mention the very high heels he loves for me to wear, the bastard.

  "Paul, please don't leave me alone at the party, you know I won't know anyone there," I say to my fiance on the car ride over to his bosses house.

  "Ofcourse honey,' he impatiently snaps.

  I let out a deep sigh. We're not even married yet and he's always short with me. Is it too much to ask for him to at least act like he appreciates me?

  We pulled into his boss's driveway and make our way up the long, winding driveway. At the last bend of the driveway the magnificent house comes into view. The party looks like it's in full swing already inside and out.

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  Two hours later, I'm standing alone in a dark corner with a full flute of champagne in my hand. I have no idea how many I've had, but I'm feeling very tipsy. I sit it down on a nearby table deciding I've probably have had enough and resume my position in the darken corner.

  It took Paul all of five minutes to leave me. I haven't even seen him in the past hour, he must be outside somewhere. Nobody's bothered to talk to me, so I'm perfectly content to hide in my darken corner and get drunk. Maybe I need that champagne back.

  "Well hello beautiful," someone whispers in my ear from behind. I go to turn around to see who the voice belongs to, it's definitely not my fiance. This voice is deep and sexy.

  "No, don't turn around," he says grabbing my hips to prevent me from turning.

  "I think you may be looking for someone else," I say, he couldn't possibly be calling me beautiful. I'm nothing special. I've always thought of myself as plain, with my brown hair and brown eyes.

  "I've definitely found who I'm looking for," he whispers as his hand trails down my bare back, his other hand is still holding my hip.

  "I've been watching you all night and can't help, but think of all the dirty things I want to do to this sexy little sweet body of yours," he whispers in my ear as he reaches around and palms my right breast to massage it, and he grinds his erection into my ass. He then licks the rim of my ear.

  I fight a shiver, I feel myself get turned on immensely by his words and actions. I haven't had sex in a couple of months. What I wouldn't give for a hard fuck just about now. Paul, think about Paul.

  "I..I'm...engaged to...to Paul," I stutter out feeling like a complete fool.

  "I know baby, just don't draw attention to us, you'll have to be quiet," he whispers seductively in my ear. A thrill of excitement shoots through me at the thought of maybe getting caught.

  I feel his hand slip inside the back of my dress, causing my breathing to quicken. He rips my thong off in one hard pull. "Spread your legs a little for me," he whispers huskily. "Good girl," he coo's softly.

  He then starts at the top of my crevice and runs his finger down through my crack over my anus and the sensitive patch of my perineum, and into my wet folds. My breathing hitches as he adds another finger to slide back and forth through my soaking slit.

  "You're so fucking wet for me," he groans.

  I smile a little to myself, it feels so good to be wanted. His other hand hasn't moved from clenching my hip like he's afraid I'll run away.

  He plunges both fingers into my snatch on the next sweep of his fingers through my slit. I cry out, and then moan. Fuck me I've died and gone to heaven.

  "Shh, you don't want to get caught do you?" He reminds me.

  Got to be quiet, got to be quiet, I chant in my head over and over, biting my bottom lip as he finger fucks me like no tomorrow. If Paul find out or sees I'm fucked and not in a enjoyable way.

  "Ah, please fuck me, I need your cock inside of me now", I breathlessly groan.

  "Are you sure, can you keep quiet?" He asks with a lust filled voice. "Yes just fuck me already," I say a little to loudly.

  "Shh," he chuckles. "I have no problem fucking your sweet pussy," he whispers with a lick up my neck. I shudder.

  He withdraws his fingers from my throbbing snatch. I hear a sucking sound then a pop. "Your cunt tastes amazing," he purrs. Did he really suck my pussy juices off his fingers?

  I hear the sound of his zipper, and then he grabs the back of my right thigh pulling it up against the wall so my legs are spread wide.

  "Someone's gonna notice," I whisper a little worried, but I want this SO much.

  "It's alright baby, everybody's truly lit as long as you keep quiet nobody will notice," he reassures.

  I feel the stiff head of his member probing at my entrance. "Oh for goodness sake," I snap out. I reach behind me with my left hand to guide his rigid dick into my tight sheath. He chuckles,"Little impatient aren't we."

  "Just fuck m...AH," he thrusts suddenly all the way into my engorged flower in one swift move and grinds himself inside me. I start to holler as he slams his hand over my mouth.

  "Tsk-Tsk, you said you would be quiet," he hisses. I nip at his hand as he removes it from my mouth.

  "Just fuck me," I demand.

  "So eager are you,  doesn't Paul take care of your needs?" He asks as he pulls out and slams back home. My breath hitches as I bite my bottom lip again managing to keep my moans at bay, thanks to him not being overly big. He's probably about average size, six, maybe seven inches, but I'm not complaining he feels so good buried in my pink fortress.

  He's fucking me with a slow grind, leisurely pace in and out of my core. "What are you scared? Is that all you got? Fuck that pussy, like you own it," I hiss feeling ballsy  as hell.

  "Fuck, you asked for it," he hisses. He jams his cock in and out of my wanting cream filled cunt like he's in a frenzy.

  I'm biting my bottom lip so hard now I'm tasting blood trying to hold in my moans, little squeaks managing to make it out. My right hand is braced on the wall above where he's holding my leg against the wall. My left hand is reached behind me gripping his left buttocks cheek. I'm thrusting my hips back to meet each of his forward plows into my love channel. My sweet nectar is flowing so profusely that he's slipping in and out of my honey pot with great ease.

  "I love the little sounds you make," he whispers with his hot erratic breath bathing the back of my neck. It feels so epic. I feel like I'm on the verge of a great release, but not quite enough. I need more.

  Reading my mind, he lets go of my hip and reaches around me, and finds my clitoris through my thin dress. He gives it a couple of firm circular rubs, and that's all it takes I fucking explode, the loud moans shoots out of my mouth on its own accord.

  He's hand clamps back over my mouth, his other hand is still working my clit, grinding it into my pubic bone. He gives a grunt and shoots his cum straight into my womb, I feel his cock bucking and erupting deep inside my pussy. I smile a little, I knew the clenching of my cunt would send him over the edge. We are both lost to the throws of sexual ecstasy.

  "That was fucking amazing," he says as he lowers my leg back to the floor and fixes my dress. I hear some rustling around behind me as he puts his flaccid penis away and zips up his pants.

  He wraps he's arms around me hugging me close from behind as he kisses my neck. I'm still trying to get my breathing under control.

  "I'll see you around," he whispers in my ear.

  "But, I don't even know your name or what you look like for that matter, and what did you do with my panties."

  I feel him smile against my neck. "Don't worry Jenny, I'll find you," he whispers. "And Jenny the throng is mine."

  I gasp, "how do you know my name?"

  "Paul's looking for you," and with that he was gone.

  I look up to see Paul looking around the room, when he spy's me out he makes his way towards me.

  "Hey, you ready to go, and what did you do to your lip?"

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So what do you think? Should they have more encounters or just leave it as this?