Motherfucking Contest

Honestly, I had the best intentions. I was going to write one of these little pieces myself. See, I woke up the other morning with this scene in my head. High-spirited rebel girl (like my character in Lucky), older no-nonsense type of guy (like the silver-haired man who works on my car). She's got a filthy mouth. He washes it out with soap. There was a switch in the scene. And an enema. And look at me, I'm getting all hot and bothered and I didn't even meet my own deadline.

Fucking hell.

Now, gaze at all of these fabulous stories by writers who know how to parcel out their time and their words. Read 'em and cast your vote. Poll is open until Sunday night. I also have news about my prizes. The Grammar button lady wrote to say that the package she sent me was returned for water damage, and she is sending me out a new package today. I'm still waiting also for the change and the camera buttons. All of the heartbreakers have been sent.

All right. Enough stalling... without further ado, here are the seven filthy fucking entries:

Entry #1: What Do You Want Tonight?

“What do you want tonight?”

She loved it when he asked her that.

It was a little odd that he was doing it from around the corner this time, while he was out of sight in the kitchen ... but this just made it all the more sexy. She closed her eyes, stuck her hands in her pants, and plunged in, enthusiastic as always.

“What do I want tonight? I want your cock teasing my ass crack. I want your tongue all over my nipples. I want your breath on my pussy.” She paused, smiling at the images she had so easily conjured up.

“You know—”

“Tonight, Ben? I want to sit on your face and squirm till I scream. I want to kiss your butt cheeks and tickle your balls. I want to straddle your chest and piss my heart out while you finger my clit.” Kate was enjoying the way her soprano raunch bounced brightly off the acoustic tiles and carried itself loudly and clearly to her husband in the other room.

“I think—”

“Then I might want to you to fuck me. Yes, I want you to grab my ankles and screw your fat cock in and out of my cunt, till I come five times. Oh, and I want—”

“Yes, Kate. Yes, of course. But what I really meant was, ‘What do you want tonight *from the takeout place*?’ I have them on speakerphone, and they’re waiting for the rest of our order.”

*****

Entry #2: Dirty, Pretty Little Cocksucker

“Dirty little cocksucker.” Noah says it right in my ear. The hair on my neck stirs. Body hums.

I duck my head. Blush. Roll the hem of my skirt around shaking fingers. “I’m sorry.”

I have nothing to be sorry for but I am. That’s the way it goes.

He winds his fingers into my long brown hair. Tugs. Pain sparkles over my scalp. Tears prick my eyes. He kisses the back of my neck and is gone before the shiver sets in.

Noah prowls the small bar. I sip my gin and tonic. Appearing calm. I’m shaking on the inside. Heart pounding, ears ringing. Noah stalks, laughing but intent. I blink and again he is by my side.

“Back room. Let’s go. My pretty little cocksucker.” He tugs me by my arm and I follow on wobbly legs. My heels snickering on the tile.

In the back room he wraps a tie around my eyes. His fingers slip under my dress, into my cunt. Noah pushes me to my knees. Then I feel it-the smooth silken head of another man’s cock at my lips. I do not move until Noah says, “Open.”

I open and let the stranger fuck my mouth. Slow, even strokes. Harsh breath. Noah parting my pussy lips, sliding home. Fucking me harder so that my forehead brushes the man’s belly. “Jesus.” The only word this stranger says.

Jesus would weep, I think as I come.

Noah lets go on a sigh. “Dirty, pretty little cocksucker.”

*****

Entry #3: Tit Tracks

I was having a bad day, a shitty day, a day where every good intention went south. The drive home helped a little. Top down on the car, the late afternoon sun on my face warming my soul.

My lover knew the day was a tough one for me. A soothing hug was waiting for me as I opened the door. Her body against mine, the soft pressure of her tits against my chest, her warm hands under my shirt stroking my back. She hands me a glass of wine and leads me to the bedroom.

The covers stripped from the bed, the body oil on the night stand, soft music, candle light, the scent of gardenias filling the room. I drink the wine without tasting. I quickly strip off my clothes and lay on the bed, face down.

The bottle of oil has been waiting in a container of warm water. She dribbles oil across my shoulders, down my spine, over the small of my back, down the crack of my ass.

She begins on my shoulders, working out some of the day's tension. Down my spine, long strokes. She bends lower to spread the oil pooling in the small of my back. I feel the weight of her tits moving the oil, her nipples becoming hard, gliding up and down my back. In my mind's eye I can see the tracks her nipples leave on my oiled skin.

The warm oil is oozing down my asshole, a warm trail slowly spreading lower. I drift off, until I feel the cool metal circling my wrist, the snick as the bracelet closes. Her head is at my shoulder, I feel her nipples, her hair snaking through the oil. Her lips on my ear, her voice husky, hungry, "I seem to have misplaced the key..."

*****

Entry #4: Medium Drip, For Here

Whenever I write those words, I get a tingly chill. Fuck. Makes me want to look over my shoulder, see who’s watching. Cocksucker I don’t use often. Not sure why. Doesn’t do much for me. But, if I write the word cunt, I can feel it right there.

As I spell it out – c-u-n-t – it crawls up into me, makes me squirm a bit.

He wants to watch me write a dirty story. We go to the little coffee shop, bring our laptops, arrive separately, pretend not to know each other. Order drip. He sits across the room, facing me.

This is hard. I’m too aware of him there, seeming to ignore me. Aware, too, of the other people in the shop. I angle myself so that my back is towards the wall and start typing. Soon I forget where I am, that he is watching. Now he is in my brain.

You pull me into the curtained area where the supplies are kept. Reach your hand under my skirt, brush lightly, teasingly, between my legs. I’m crazy with need and knowing this, you sink gathered fingers into my wet cunt…

Later he tells me that he could see me get excited as I wrote. Saw the flush in my cheeks, saw me press myself into my seat, saw me breathe faster.

I pull your cock out – bend over – you push into me – I bite my lip – gotta be quiet.

*****

Entry #5: It All Starts With A Wrong Number

“That fucking cunt.” I swore as I signed out of his email address.

I KNEW she was sending him naughty emails. And he denied the whole thing. That’s why I went in. Normally, invading his privacy was a line I wouldn’t cross. But when a text for him made its way to my phone by accident…

My cocksucker sister was going to pay through the tits for this. And she was online.

My mind working overtime, I logged onto his IM. I wonder if she’d be stupid enough to fall for this.

“Sexy Sharon.” I growled as I typed. “Just read that email. My cock is rock hard. Thinking of sliding into your sweet little pussy makes me want to shoot a load all over the screen.” I shuddered as I typed the words.

She responded. “Oh Jeff. I’m so hot just thinking about that thick cock of yours. I knew you were wasted on my frigid sister. I’d love for you to see me fucking myself with my vibrator. I’d cum so hard for you. My clit is throbbing so badly right now, I’d love to have your tongue on it. Wouldn’t you like to eat me?”

I felt disgusted. It was time to end this.

“Baby, I can’t wait to see you. Turn on your cam. And be prepared for what you see.”

“With pleasure.” She replied. I flicked on the cam.

She came into view, her scarlet red mouth wrapped around her vibrator.

She froze.

“Busted bitch.”

*****

Entry #6: The Hardest Part

"I've wanted to fuck you since the first moment I saw you." He says it matter-of-factly. Conversationally. The bastard.

I pause for a long moment, struggling to keep my face impassive. I can't decide whether to jump him or punch him. Finally I snap, "What the hell took you so long?"

He shrugs, grinning now, challenge in his eyes. "I try to wait until I can't stand it anymore," he says. "I like the anticipation."

And then he's on me--biting my neck, pawing at my tits, pinning me against the wall. He pulls my shirt up, finds my nipple and sucks. I swoon, delirious. He doesn't kiss me. This isn't about romance. This is about heat, about desire, about him getting inside me as soon as humanly possible.

He hikes up my skirt, gropes me through my panties, then pushes them aside. Without warning he shoves a finger into my cunt, and then another. I open to him readily, gratefully, panting and groaning with pleasure, and then his hand is over my mouth. "Shut up," he murmurs, and whirls me around. I barely have time to brace myself against the wall before he slides inside and begins to fuck me, grabbing my hips, pounding into me relentlessly. I come so hard I see stars. I feel his cock twitch and pulse a second later.

Breathless, we slump against each other.

"So," he says, "was it worth the wait?"

I kneel, take him into my mouth. I'm not waiting anymore.

*****

Entry #7: An Apology.

“Like the tits babe.”

I tilt my head and glare.

He grins and leans against the side of my car. It’s a hot day and I’m sweaty, grumpy, breasts swaying over an engine that doesn’t want to be fixed. I’ve just about reached my limit when the hood comes down, just barely missing my head.

“Motherfucker!”

Mitch just laughs.

I look at him again from under my bangs. He’s enjoying my frustration, it’s obvious.

“Motherfucker.”

“Cocksucker.”

I hate that damn grin. Like he thinks he’s the shit or something. He gets this thoughtful look in his eyes.

“But you’re not really a cocksucker right now are you?”

It’s a gazillion degrees, we’re stuck in fucking no man’s land, and he wants a blowjob?

“Motherfucker, you’re not serious.”

“Hey now, swearing is rude. I think you need to apologize.”

He pushes himself off the car and pushes me to my knees.

“Come on, you know you want to.”

Mitch’s cock is huge and being in front of him like this provokes a conditioned response. I feel myself grow hot and wet and he knows it. He takes his cock out, places it against my lips, gently rubbing until I can’t help but open for him. I suck and swallow on him hard, just how he likes it. I rub my breasts against his thighs as he brings my hand between my own legs.

After we come I sigh and look at him.

“I’m pretty sure I said motherfucker 3 times.”

XXX,
Alison