Dirrrrrty

Disclaimer: This isn't real. This didn't happen. I don't know these people. I hope they don't get offended. This is a creative expression for me and my fantasies. It's not like people don't have them. I could write this about people I actually know, but hah, then no one would really give a crap. I'm not making any money off this either.

kthx.

I was standing with my calves touching the edge of the couch cushions dreading the pain of lowering myself to sitting. I put out my arms on either side of me and slowly lowered by bending my knees. The dull and insistent ache between my thighs throbbed into a noticeable soreness. I dropped the rest of the way, hissing sharply when the junction between ass and legs hit the couch. Reflexively I spread my knees and let out a sigh of relief. I was wearing a skirt - a long gypsy skirt - but a skirt nonetheless and didn't so much as care about the implications, as long as my badly bruised sex didn't cause me more grief.

"You better shut your legs before something gets between them,"

I looked up and saw him standing there, arms crossed with a smirk. He sounded hoarse, but he didn't look exhausted in the least. Frank's black hair was slicked forward, his eyes lined in kohl makeup and his lips glistening with what appeared to be either chapstick or lipslicks. I could smell him and that goddamn cologne he drenched himself in every morning. He had on a red shirt layered over with a threadbare black dotted with several holes and gashes. His sandblasted jeans torn and frayed at the heels from getting a size too big leaving them inches too long. His belt barely kept the pants on him.

I nodded up at him and moved my ankles apart to match my knees. With a knowing grin I raised my eyebrow at him.

"It's your fault. I wouldn't be sitting like this if you hadn't left me with bruises,"

His amusement flickered for a moment with concern, but went back to wry enjoyment quickly.

"I didn't fuck that rough," he defended taking steps closer.

I ran my hands down my lap spreading my fingers apart, stopping at my knees. Holding the skirt fabric I withdrew my hands bringing up the hem of my skirt with them. Frank licked his lips and stooped forward, crouching to his knees before me. I'd drawn my skirt all the way to my waist. He pushed my knees wider apart and took hold of my hips roughly.

"I can show you rough if you'd like," he said quietly, like it was a secret just between the two of us.

"What if someone walks in?" i asked looking around the green room.

"Something tells me they'd be more embarassed than either one of us. Now shhhh,"

He dips his head low and I feel hot wet laps of a tongue against my inner thigh. He's sweeping the area getting closer and closer to the inside curve where my legs join in a V. I want to let my head fall back, but I drop my chin instead, now watching the top of his head bob as he moves his tongue over my flesh. He scratches hard on my hips turning his face, nuzzling my center. I feel his mouth open against my panties and his tongue press to the fabric. The tease alone is enough to cause me to whimper. He brings his lips shut and pulls back looking up at me.

"Want me to stop, since you're so bruised?" he asks raising both his eyebrows in a dare.

I shake my head no, fast and cover his ears with my palms, shoving his face forward. I hear him laugh as his face grinds against my center. His hands find my knees and push them farther apart, as far as they will both stretch open. I whine in protest of the obscenely painful angle. His fingertips graze my folds as he pulls the crotch of my panties to the side. The tip of his slick pink tongue travels down my slit lightly. I run my hands down his neck to his shoulders and squeeze.

He strokes the curves of both my thighs with his thumbs and then my swollen lips, spreading them just enough to give his tongue better access. I squeal when his tongue flicks my clit. He hasn't finished with his teasing and leaves on that high lapping at my juices. When his tongue leaves two fingers - index and middle - force inside me and his flat tongue goes again to my clit.

"Jesus! FRANK! Oh Jesus!!"

Smirking mischievously, he vibrates the tip of his tongue against my clit, sending my legs into a quivering frenzy. It's not long before I say his name with a slew of other random obscenities as he continues to lick the fuck out of me. I can feel his heavy breathing all over and me and that itself is enough to drive me into insanity. Pulling away just gently, he blows on the small and overly sensitive nub making me whimper almost inaudibly; the boy has tongue, simple as that. And as my toes curl into their own little cocoon of pleasure, he presses his face in between my legs, swarming his face in all my fluids.

"Oh fuck...Frank!" Another moan and another shrill of a mini orgasm.

Wanting more than just a good round of pussy lickin', I grab Frank's hair and give it a good tug before pulling his head back some. I observe the shine across his face and it's no sweat sheen, it's my special little juices, dripping down his perfectly shaped face. I can't help but lick my lips and pull his face up, moving my hands down to his crotch where I start to fumble quickly with the button and zipper to his pants. He gets the hint that I wanna fuck and he decides to help, kicking his shoes off and then slipping out of his shirt. Minute or so later, his pants are around his ankles as my knees go to the sky. Pushing aside my panties once more, the head that does more thinking than his normal, is shoved inside my tight cavity.

Frank's knees are bent against the edge of the couch as his hands desperately grip my ankles, hips thrusting forward violently as his crotch meets mine. Complete fucking bliss. I grab my hair in a furious rage of pleasure while my moans fill the room, making it seem as if it were empty and my moans were echoing forever. His lips pursed, Frank continues to fuck the life out of me, concentrating deeply on my facial expressions, knowing what I want just by the way my face distorts in its special way.

He's pushing up my ankles farther back so that now my toes are brushing against my ears. I yelp at the combined pain of being stretched so painfully far and from the way his cock is nailing the inside of me. Frank is oblivious and is breathing ragged and fast, his head tossed back and eyes fixed on the ceiling. He lasts that way only a moment before lowering his gaze. His jaw hangs dumbly and he gulps oxygen and spit.

"Tell daddy... " he gulps again and narrows his eyes frustrated before turning his head and spitting onto the floor so he can finish, "Tell daddy how you bad you want it,"

"I need it!" I practically scream because he's hoisted up my ankles and changed the angle causing the head of his cock to graze another sensitive spot, "Fuck me harder, daddy. Fuck me!"

Biting on his lip while grinning he lets go of one ankle and slaps me lightly across the face. "What a filthy fucking mouth. Say it again,"

"FUCK ME!"

He cracks me again across the other cheek with the back of the same hand. The skin stings but I'm so turned on by it that my pussy clenches up. He gasps a little and moans, slowing for a moment.

"Fuck me, DADDY," he says emphasizing the word 'daddy' with a growl.

"Oh, fuck me... daddy," I purr in return.

His fist circles around my ankle and he pushes my feet together. Holding my ankles with one hand it feels like he's pushing my panties farther to the side. His thumb brushes my clit instead and rolls over it with firm pressure. His pace is diminished greatly and he slowly pounds into me the deeper longer strokes. I'm so tight with my legs together and ankles held up above my head that I feel every inch of him that enters me. He's glistening with sticky sweat and flushed all over.

"Lift up your shirt," he demands.

Obediently I lower my hands to the hem and trail it slowly up my body. I start to pull it over my head, but he stops me asking me to just leave it hanging above my breasts.

"Now pull down your bra. I want to see some tits,"

His demands are coming out like I'm a hostage and he's my rapist, but I oblige him nonetheless my arms shaking from the overstimulation of his fat cock and his thumb riding my clit. My mouth is a wide O and I moan out rubbing and pinching my nipples, eyes trained on his bliss strained face. He's straining to stay focused.

His thumb doesn't miss a beat rubbing in time with his thrusts. Sweat drips from his forehead, down his cheeks and nose. I squeeze my eyes shut as the involuntary and unstoppable orgasm rips through me. My pussy grips his cock like a vice, walls throbbing and pulsing. Frank scream is more of an animal's yowl and an unintelligable barage of words.

I feel the warmth of him shooting into me and the emptiness when he pulls out. Hot jism spills onto my chest, splattering across my breasts. I can feel the droplets trickling over my nipples and it for some reason this pushes me into another orgasm. My back arches and I push my chest out to him offering him more of my body as an altar on which to spill his seed. I'm moaning his name louder and louder jerking on the fistsfulls of my own hair I've grabbed, shaking my head wildly from side to side.

I force my eyes open watching him jerk the last of his cum onto my sweaty frame. His eyelids flutter up and open. He blinks furiously and sways disoriented then lets go of my ankles which part and fall leaving my legs spread for him to cozy between. My eyes on his, I let down a hand and circle to fingers around my nipples smearing the sticky cum over my skin. I bring my fingers to my lips and lick then suck, winking at him as I take my fingers in to the last knuckle.

"Baby, you dirty whore," he pants dipping forward, licking at my chest, fighting my other hand for dollops of sweet salty cum.

"Oh, shit," I moan lengthening the syllable into a purr, "Ooooooooooooooh,"

He sucks harder at the nipple in his mouth, pulling back so that his teeth & lip piercing both scrape over the skin before he lets go.

I look down, brushing his cheek with my palm. I feel like I'm floating outside my body. Frank licks his lips and his mouth hangs open in an O for a moment before he swallows and clicks his tongue as though thirsty. I stroke up his cheek trail my fingers along his hairline, beside his ear, to the top of his head. With gentle pressure I urge his face lower bringing him to where it all began. Without being told he kisses down my belly, my hip bone, finally nestled with his cheeks against my thighs and his greedy tongue lapping at the wet mixture of his cum and mine from inside me.

He moans as he licks deliberately slow. Tears well up in my eyes from the tension and I drape my legs over his shoulders, running my toes over the small of his back before they curl and spasm sticking straight out as I come one final time. My eyes cross and I slump back against the couch my arms flopping at my sides. From his place on his knees I hear Frank's voice in a hushed whisper.

"Spent?"

"Mmm," I agree in a moan, shutting my eyes letting a cheshire cat grin spread upon my face like I've just stolen something very expensive and gotten away with it.

I hear Frank move and he lifts my legs, lowering them carefully to not disturb me. I crack an eye and see him rise to standing. His nude body is before me. I watch his hands trail over his chest and to his neck, rubbing it as though it were sore. He stretches his arms out yawning. His tattooed skin is radiant, flushed and glistening with sweat. He reaches for his shirts and mops his face with the red peeling it from the black before tossing it beside me. He pulls on the black shirt and bends over at the waist reaching for his jeans. I watch him dress finding it as much a turn on and fascinating as him taking off his clothes. His body is beautifully imperfect and amazing as such. His bump of a beergut is so subtle and his bones so defined. I lick my smiling lips and shut my eyes content to keep that mental image all my own.

"Get dressed," he says bluntly, "I'm not going to explain why your butt ass naked and cum is everywhere. Let's leave before anyone else gets here."

I groan and open my eyes. The magic is over. Frank grabs the shirt and turns walking toward the full length mirror to adjust his clothes, makeup and hair.

"Is that all you care about? Not getting caught?"

"I love my wife," He says to the mirror, to my reflection.

"Right," I say rolling my eyes, pulling up my bra and lowering my shirt.

I stand up and fluff my skirt after adjusting my panties. Frank walks to the door and flings it open stepping outside. He's through the doorway and down the hallway without so much as a second word and I follow suit, turning the opposite direction, walking away from him. A wry smirk plays upon my lips as I see the approaching figure. I pause and put a hand to my lips and press a kiss to my fingers and blow it ahead of me. She reaches out catching the invisible peck and presses her fingers to her mouth. I stop when we're standing toe to toe.

"Meet me in the green room in five minutes," she says her voice a husky whisper.

I nod at her and flash a smile with a playful wink. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Iero,"