A Word On Dirty Words

Ok. Picture this. She (me) is wearing her best ‘little black dress’ (LBD) and he is in his best chinos, that fit his bum to perfection and have me dripping gently into my panties before he gently takes my hand, kisses it, and leads me to our table. He holds my chair out for me and is the perfect gentleman. But then, I am the prefect lady too, demurely laughing at his jokes, doing that ‘hair thing’ we girls do when we are attracted to a guy, and the evening is one of sophistication and elegance. 

Imagine what would have happened if, on his initial greeting of me in the restaurant he had called me a “Dirty cunt”. Or that I had said, “Fucking screw me...screw me through he floor you bastard.” Yet both of those things and much more would be said before that evening was out. 

Instead of the demure, well dressed, elegant and feminine me, there was me on my back, on all fours, being pounded, or riding him grinding my hips to embed him as deeply as I could. He came in me several times before we went our separate ways. Twice in my cunt and once in my bum. There was talk between us of rape as well. I distinctly remember telling him to “Fuck me like you’re raping me.” I even slipped into role for a while. “No….please….don’t.” A few very half hearted resistive wriggles to add some texture and he was pinning me down and thrusting wildly into me….which is what I wanted all the while, of course. That was what elicited hum to call me a “Dirty cunt”, which in turn made me cum on his dick for….oh, I have no idea…..could be the seventh time, could be the hundredth…..who knows?

Even if we hadn’t role played anything, that well dressed, well groomed couple went from complete elegance and sophistication in a high end restaurant to base, earthy, sweaty tangle of limbs, perpetrating every dirty, sexual act two people can do on and with each other. 

Oh, I so remember him kissing me and making me melt into my panties. His first tenuous exploration of my boobs adding to the throbbing of my clit. Then his hand explored between my legs, but still over my panties. He must have felt how moist I was….he certainly couldn’t have missed the mini orgasm that trembled through me….a harbinger of much bigger things to come! 

And yet these tentative beginnings were in themselves an opposite of what was to follow. A gentle fingering, his hand inside my panties now, and my hand wrapped around his cock had changed. Now i was on my back, legs spread wide and panties around one ankle. He had three fingers in me and was pounding my g-spot until I felt I would explode. I even warned him. “Oh My God!…..I’m gonna wet myself.” That’s how it felt. That relentless pounding of my g-spot and therefore my bladder just behind it. I remember his mouth curving into a smile. “Go on…..do it..” I know I came, God….I know I came…..but I also know without doubt that I peed on his hand. 

Then, all I wanted was him inside me. He fucked me raw that night. His cock was huge…or so it felt. I hadn’t had many to compare it with but this was far and away the biggest of the three I had gotten inside me. 

I know he came in me like that, with me on my back, and there was some gentle kissing and teasing until he was ready again. This time I wanted it from behind. As he stretched my cunt I really did feel it in my bum hole too. As he rode me from behind the thought echoed in my head…..”Should I ask him to fuck my bum? Do I really want that? What if it doesn’t work?” 

I can’t even remember if I asked him or not. All I know is I was a hot mess down there. His first ejaculation had made me slippery all over, as it ran out of me, and his cock was lubed up from fucking my semen filled cunt again. He kept slipping out. Deliberately or accidentally…I have no idea. I do remember feeling the stretching as he held still while I pushed back against his dick. The hot stinging as my bum hole stretched around his cock and the final, almost relief after the thickest past slipped in. Suddenly I was being fucked up the bum. I felt so dirty….yet so horny. I remember reaching between my legs. I remember actually asking him. “You don’t mind if I masturbate while you fuck my bum?” If felt like I was totally full. 

I came twice. Then, bless him, he actually asked. “I’m close. I’d love to cum up your bum hole.” I didn’t answer, as I remember. I just pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. I felt him cum in me. 

It took much longer before we were ready again. In fact, I think we both dozed for a while. I had his limp cock in my hand and felt it slowly harden. I did the rest with my mouth. Bringing him to full hardness orally, especially since he had been up my bum was, at the time, by far the dirtiest thing I’d ever done. Yet I would do it again tomorrow. 

The last time was the first time we made love rather than fucked. It was slow, gentle, sensuous, but not in any way erotic. It was a gentle but inexorable climb to orgasm. It was so beautiful that I remember I cried as we both came simultaneously. The tears rolled down my face and into my hair. 

Then we slept, entwined in each other’s hot, sweaty, cum-stained bodies. 

The next morning was interesting. I woke first, feeling….well….feeling truly well laid! I was horny as fuck, but didn’t necessarily want to have penetrative sex. Miss Brain had obviously woken up well before me and had planted several disgusting desires in my ‘to do’ list. I made up my mind not to share them with him…..I mean….in the heat of passion is one thing. In the cold light of day, well, that’s quite something else. 

So I went to his bathroom to survey the damage. (Ohhh fuck! And damage there certainly was.) I looked like I’d been raped by a troupe of gorillas…..and it felt like that, especially in my bum! I’m not sure I could have fucked him even if I’d wanted to.

As I stared at the wreckage a pair of strong aromas came round my waist and an erection pressed against my backside. (Oh please God no….not there again…not for a few weeks, anyway). Then again, my cunt didn’t feel much better. This was only my third fuck of all time. I really didn’t Think I could accommodate him…..and yet…..I felt so fucking raunchy…..a powerful need inside me clamoured to be really dirty with this man.

He led me to the shower……(WARNING….IT GETS A BIT DIRTY FROM HERE ON.)

The water felt like warm rain and was exactly what I needed. I kissed the rivulets of water down his naked body until my mouth encompassed his cock. It still tasted a bit of me, even though the water had washed most of me off him. His hand was on my head and I was all for making him cum in my mouth when a soft chuckle stopped me. “I think I need to pee first!” Kneeling there, it felt so natural, so right. I wanted to be marked by him in some way, and anyway, the showers was running. I knelt back on my heels and told him to go ahead. He looked quizzically at me for a second, but I guess needs must, and he peed. I still had him in my hand and directed his stream everywhere. Into my hair, on my face, my boobs my tummy and (by sheer luck) my clit. When he had finished peeing I made him cut in my mouth, sucking him as hard as I could. That was the first time I had ever swallowed all of a man’s load. I had tried before, but only once….and not made it. 

When I stood up, he kissed down my wet body, all the way to my cunt. His tongue….oh boy….his tongue needs an entire book to itself! He brought me to the edge of orgasm so expertly…..and kept me there! I remember him pulling away. (The bastard! Surely he wasn’t going to leave me hanging?) That beautiful, smirky smile again. “Well? It’s my turn, don’t you think?” It took a second for me to realise what he was inviting me to do before….”Oohhhh!” Did he really mean it? Oh well…

I lack the equipment to aim with quite the accuracy he did, but what the hell. I relaxed and peed. And boy, did I need to pee! He tongued my clit and wedged himself between my open legs as I peed. He brought me to orgasm just before I’d finished and I discovered just how amazing it feels to piss and cum at the same time.

And so ended an evening of opposites. The demure versus the rampant, th clean versus the dirty.

And you have no fucking idea how much, right at this minute, I need to do that again!