Filthy Frank Memes Novels & Stories

I crossed the car quickly, scanning the overhead compartments until I spotted the red emergency sticker. I snapped it open and pulled out a fat stack of barf bags, crinkly and pale blue. Exactly what I needed. “Here!” I said, tossing a few to the nearest players. “Hold it right under your mouth. Breathe through your nose. Do not lean back.” One of the rookies was trembling so badly he couldn't open the seal. I crouched next to him, peeled the top open for him, and placed it in his hands.

"Not that big of a deal? Are you fucking kidding me right now?" "You know I hate the F word." "So the fuck what!" I screamed and pulled at my seatbelt. "That video makes it look like I'm the whore everyone thinks I am. The timing is horrible." "All right." Frank pulled the car to a stop at a red light and turned to face me. "Stop being a brat and tell me what the hell you're really upset about." "The video." I gave him an incredulous look. Was the fat bastard blind? "I've said that about ten times."

Petey👅 😈: yep, what are you up to ♠️ Frank: trying to relax Petey👅 😈: what's stopping you? ♠️ Frank: ▶ Voice message • 0:10 Petey👅 😈: 😂😂😂 is that Jeff snoring? ♠️ Frank: it's so freaking loud! Petey👅 😈: It's quiet over here ♠️ Frank: what are you saying? Petey👅 😈: I don't have a roommate ♠️ Frank: you have to be a bit clearer than that

’ More egg plants and other filthy emojis. I'm breathing hard as I feel hot all over my body. My dick is straining my pants as the thought of Ryan doing all the things he wrote to me. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I so turned on because a man said that he will fuck and fill my ass with cum. I'm not gay and I won't allow anybody to fuck me most especially not Ryan. ‘Are you there, baby? Are you so turned on like I am now?’ ‘Fuck you!’ I manage to write with a middle finger emoji. He replies with a laughing emoji.

Chapter 4 My fingers fly over the screen before I can second-guess it, scheduling a live stream for thirty minutes from now. The title is simple: "3 BIG DICKS. 1 USED SLUT. NO LIMITS." I don’t even flinch as I drop the link into my fan group chat, watching the notifications explode instantly. $500 already. $1,000. The numbers climb before I’ve even stood up.

"Tell me what you are." "A slut," I whisper. "A cheating slut." fuck me already.

Only Frank was roaring with rage in the group chat. [You pieces of trash are going to get what’s coming to you! If you’ve got the guts, come to the funeral home right now and face me. Come see for yourselves if the person lying here is Luanne or not!]

My throat tightened around him, thick spit pouring down my inverted face, mixing with the cum already drying there, mascara running black rivers. His tongue speared my clit at the same time, arms locked around my thighs holding me aloft, my heavy tits hanging and swaying, bells jingling wildly. Chad’s comment shot to the top of chat and pinned itself, 20k likes in less than 30 seconds. “THAT’S MY FUCKING GUY LEGEND SHIT” with a fire emoji at the ending.

With a swollen lip, a visible bruise… and that calm expression that makes me want to wipe it off his face. For a second I think this is a joke, a really bad one, the kind that isn’t funny at all, but no, because he sees me too, lifts his gaze, and for a split second his expression tightens, clearly just as unhappy to see me, but it doesn’t last, because he quickly puts that same irritating calm back on, like nothing gets to him, like this isn’t as messed up as it actually is. “Lucas,” Mark says, “I’m glad you came.”

Frankie and I got up and hugged her immediately I knew no one could be that strong "even my friends don't want to be friends with me anyone, I guess am really a freak now" "Hey, we are am freaks, Frankie too, I mean she hangs out with just freaks which makes her a freak as well" "Thanks guys" she cleans her tears "Hey, want to do some karaoke, and make some people's ear bleed" "Yup" she gets up "With our facial mask on?" Frankie asked