Pink Suit Filthy Frank Novels & Stories

Diana, in ripped jeans, a black jacket adorned with chunky silver chains, her blue hair styled dramatically, and exaggerated purple eyeshadow, looked as if she'd taken a few punches. Presently, she puckered her purple lips, aiming to kiss John's perfectly chiseled face, an action seemingly eerie from any angle. Frank's expression contorted briefly, out of control. But the next moment, he felt a chilling stare aimed right at him. Raising his head, Frank locked eyes with an icy glare. He shrunk his neck, muttering, and turned away. "Carry on, carry on..." Until he went blind. Diana toned down her appearance, seating herself beside John.

Now my bare pussy was right there in front of him, glistening and swollen, juices coating my folds and inner thighs. He stared at it for a long second, breathing hard. “Look at this juicy cunt. So pink and dripping wet for me. All this softness, these thick thighs, this fat ass spreading on my desk… it is driving me fucking crazy.” Oh my goodness… I love the way he talks dirty so much, it just makes everything inside me rise. He leaned in close, hot breath fanning over my exposed pussy, and dragged his tongue in one long slow filthy lick straight up my slit.

he roared, his palm rubbing quickly on my tip making me over sensitive, my thighs frailed. “Fucking horny bastard! You like the humiliation?” I whimpered, fucking his wet palm. “Yesssss” I hissed. “You're a needy pig who loves being fucked mercilessly by strangers, huh?” My eyes rolled but no words came out. “Fucking answer me, you cum pig” he barked. “Yes” I shouted, high on pleasure, my cock twitching at his dirty words. “Clear off the road, Martins” “Yes, Sir”

Then I walked over to where he was now seated and held out the cup of coffee toward him. “Good morning, Mr Newton” I forced a smile again and he took the coffee from me, making sure to brush his fingers against mine and I almost visibly flinched as flashes of our escapade in his car crossed my mind. I swiftly took a step back as he took a sip from the coffee. Then he placed the mug on the island and smiled at me. “Nice. Just how I like it.”

I dressed on shaky legs, my thighs rubbing together with every step, making my swollen clit throb and grind against the damp panties until I was biting my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I was still dripping when I left his office walking out into the hallway with my face flushed hot and my mind replaying every single dirty second his thick fingers rubbing my pussy through my panties pushing the fabric between my folds teasing my entrance and circling my clit until I was grinding like a slut on his hand. The entire walk home my head was spinning with filthy memories I couldn’t shake. I kept feeling his gloved palm pressing hard on my cunt the way he smirked when he saw how wet I was for h

Ghostface snarl, spreading his cum on my face with his dick. He's a nutcase.

again and rolled over snoring before I could even pretend to be satisfied. I’m thirty-nine, not dead. My thighs rub together under the thin sundress I wore “just because.” No bra and no panties. The night air kisses my bare pussy every time I shift my weight, and I hate how wet I already am from nothing but the idea of what I’m about to do. Henry’s truck is already here. Black, shiny, ridiculous lifted thing that screams mid-life crisis. I spot him leaning against the hood, arms crossed, that lazy smirk on his face like he knows exactly why I texted him this afternoon.

"Audrey? What are you doing here?" I stared fixedly at the glob of pig manure dripping from his collar. "If I hadn't come, how could I witness your dedication to education?" I spat out, slamming the divorce papers I'd brought right into his face. "Sign it. Don't you dare bring AIDS home to me." Beside him, Paige sized me up before suddenly breaking into a grin. "Well, well. So, this is your wife. The one who only knows how to spray perfume? She looks like a plastic doll. No wonder you said you can't get it up looking at her."

She unzips my pants and begins tugging at my pants trying to free me from them. "Take these off," Kat demands. I unbutton my shirt and remove it. I push up her skirt and rub her wet panties. "Somebody is wet," I say to her. "Yeah, and somebody is about to be pissed if you don't fuck her," Kat says. "So frustrated," I say as i slide her panties to the side and dip my finger into her. I go down on her. I begin licking her inner thighs, the outside of her panties, everything except her juicy pussy.

I gave up trying to ignore it, pulled on gray sweatpants, and headed to the kitchen for water. That’s when I heard the soft pad of bare feet. Sia. She was at the sink in that tiny sheer black nightie Jax must have picked out for her. The fabric was basically transparent under the fridge light. Her full tits moved freely, dark nipples stiff against the material. The hem barely covered the lower curve of her ass. No panties. She leaned forward to fill a glass, and the nightie rode up completely, showing her bare, still-swollen pussy. I didn’t think. I just moved.