Pink Suit Filthy Frank Novels & Stories

She scooped it out, slow and deep, and brought it to her mouth. *Buzz.* *Mr. Black*: *“Send me a pic, slut.”* She reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and snapped a pic: one leg up, panties to the side, pussy open and gleaming. Sticky, pink, dripping. Then another—her fingers deep, spreading herself wide. She hit send. Her phone buzzed almost instantly. *Mr. Black*: *“Goddamn. That’s my pussy. Still leaking for me.”*

“Mmm-hmm.” Mindy put on a fake smile and came closer to Holden. “I’ll tell you secretly, Young Lord. I deliberately sprayed it on that kind of place, so…” “So, it’s your sl*tty smell mixed in with the scent of perfume.” “Does it smell good?” asked Mindy. Holden squatted and asked Sabrina, who was lying on the ground and could not get up after being beaten by Mindy, “Do you think her scent smelled nice?”

I'm standing there breathing heavy, my breast heaving up and down with each breath, the hardness of my nipples visible through the tightness of my uniform top. Frank yells, "STOP.....Young Lady do you know what you are doing?" I give him an innocent smile and say, "Yes, I'm showing you and Shane some of our cheer routines." In a stern voice Frank says, "You know that's not what I'm talking about!" I give him a sheepish seductive look and say, "Sorry Frank, I don't know what you are talking about." In a loud harsh voice he yells, " THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" as he points to my crotch. "YOUR PANTIES RIP OUT AND YOU KEEP ON GOING.....YOU FLAUNT YOUR FUCKING PUSSY IN FRONT OF BOTH OF US!!"

He was so grateful he didn't realize that Frank was making a play for Penny's pussy every day while he was at work. "Soon, baby," Jack would mumble, passing out when Penny tried to get intimate with him. Once, he even passed out the moment he entered her pussy. Penny's frustration knew no bounds. Frank, retired and wealthy, spent his days flirting with Penny. "Look at this, sweetheart," he'd say, flashing her his big dick in the hallway, stroking it lazily through grey sweatpants. Penny hurried away every time, resisting even when he taunted her with his dick while she was in the shower.

~~PETRA~~ Frank was an old-school type of vampire and despite all my attempts of seducing him, he never even looks at me twice when i go up to his office. He sat in the kind of chair that seemed designed to swallow people whole and spit them out later as useful things. The leather at his back had the polished tired look of something that had held men through long discussions and dull compromises. His face, when he turned it, was a map of patience. Lines at the corners of his eyes that had nothing to do with age and everything to do with hours kept awake plotting. He smelled faintly of pipe smoke and something sweeter, like burnt sugar and old perfume, the kind of smell that stuck to fabric a

To keep running? The Sanctuary. That red door with Cyrillic script. Maybe his world wasn't what I thought. Maybe I wasn't as principled as I believed or maybe my principles had been survival in disguise. The knock made me jump. “Come in.” Frank entered. He had taken off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt, letting the fabric fall open and reveal the hard planes of his chest. I was staring. He definitely noticed.

I was trembling, breathing ragged, my sore pussy dripping onto his expensive pants. Then his phone buzzed. He checked it, smiled darkly, and pushed me off his lap. “Stand up. Wetness check. Right now.” I stood on shaky legs, turned to face him, and spread my thighs. Reaching down with both hands, I pulled my puffy, dark pussy lips apart, exposing my glistening, abused hole to him. The cool air made me shiver. Mr. Sinclair leaned forward, studying me closely. “Look at that pretty black cunt,” he murmured. “Still red. Still leaking. Take a photo and send it to me.”

For once she looks completely speechless, mouth half-open in pure shock and disgust as she stares at her ruined clothes. Susan is worse. She’s wiping furiously at her face, but it only smears the filthy water further. “That psycho! That absolute psycho!” she screeches. “Look at us! Look at what she did!” We’re all standing there like drowned, filthy animals, suits ruined, dresses destroyed, the taste of dirty street water still coating my tongue while the limited-edition Rolls-Royce glides away as if nothing happened. And all I can see is that wink.

I glanced at my phone one last time, eyes locking on a new post from Shirley's secret X account. [Apparently, Marvin's putting together a prank compilation for our wedding, featuring someone's ugly crying face as the grand opening.] The picture showed a safe in Marvin's apartment, neatly stacked with 99 voice recorders. Seeing all those missed calls from Marvin, I smiled as I pulled out the SIM card. He still had no idea about the plane crash—he only knew I had uncovered his prank game.

“Cold, broody, totally irresistible. You could totally get him—” “Excuse me?” I interrupted, a laugh bursting out of me. “Yes,” Natalia said, waving a hand like she was stating a simple fact. “You could totally get a piece. Seriously, Amelia, hop on that dick. I bet it must be humongous.” I snorted. “Hop on what? He’s horrid and you two are insane.” They both just looked at me and shrugged in unison. “Trust me. He’s perfect bad boy material,” Lizzie insisted.