I Like It Dirty

"Fuck!!" 

Hearing him scream like that, Dua pulled her right hand back and spanked his ass. Paul grunted again, perhaps making a mental note for when he would be smacking her ass, Dua thought to herself. After a few more seconds of rimming him, Dua stopped and pulled her mouth back. Her final teasing act for his buttocks was to press her lips on the left cheek and literally kiss his ass. Paul let go of his cock and stepped forward. Once he turned around, he grinned at Dua and reached for her hair, snatching her up.

"Come on, babe." 

His eyes had scanned the surroundings of the living room while Dua was busy with her tongue up his ass. She knew he was dragging her towards the large dark-red couch that sat in the middle of the room. Stomping the palms of her hands into the carpet and her knees, Dua slowly crawled as he tugged at her hair.

"Get over here and suck me off." 

Paul commanded her in that same stern voice from earlier. He let go of her hair to plop his buttocks down on the left side of the couch. With his legs spread, he grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times, all while Dua crawled forward. Once she made it between his legs, she let out a soft laugh in her English accent. Paul let go of his cock, watching as she raised her right hand and wrapped those fingers around it again. Paul spread his legs out further, shifting his eyes to watch her. The time for teasing was over. Dua had every intention of completely devouring his cock this time. She took one glance at it before parting her lips and sliding it into her mouth. Closing her eyes, Dua moaned a muffled sound as she began to bob her head up and down. Paul groaned as he felt his cock slide deeper into her mouth.

He leaned back, resting on the couch, as the singer was now hard at work using her lips. More muffled moans escaped Dua's lips as she sucked the first few inches of his cock. She pushed her hand down to the base, gripping it tightly. When Dua pushed her lips back to the head, she let go with another popping noise. Her eyes gazed at his face as Dua flickered her tongue over the head again. She kissed it and then sank it back into her mouth. This time, she bobbed her head up and down at a faster pace. Slobbering noises grew louder with each passing second before she once again pulled back. A string of saliva dangled from her open mouth back to his cock when she released it this time. There was not enough spit yet for her to truly turn this into a sloppy head session, so Dua shoved that dick back into her mouth.

Moving her right hand away, and now she had more room to suck the last remaining inches. She planned to devour his hard cock. Dua pushed it to the left side of her mouth, allowing Paul to witness it stretching out her cheek temporarily. When she broke eye contact, she closed her eyes and began to bob her head up and down at a faster pace. 'Mmmmm, mmmmmmm', as she moaned, Paul took a deep breath and groaned. Dua moved her arms over his legs, extending her right hand to spread her fingers around his shaft. She squeezed it as she sucked his cock deeper. The head pushed further down her throat, but not all the way. When she felt her lips meet at the head, she felt that was a victory and began to pull back. Dua returned her gaze to him as she drew back to her head. This time, she spit all over his cock with enough saliva to properly drench his length.

"Jerk it."

Paul ordered her as the bubbly saliva began to drip from the head of his shaft. Dua twisted her fingers and obeyed, pumping her hand up and down. He exhaled a deep breath, moaning at the touch of her hand.

"Ohhhhh, fuck yeah. Just like that, keep jerking it." 

Gritting her teeth, Dua exhaled her moans. Her hand glided across his wet shaft as she stroked it up and down at a fast pace. A string of saliva dangled from the right side corner of her mouth. She was fired up. It was now time to finally tease him with some dirty questions.

"You like that? You want me to stroke it?"

"Yeah, keep doing it." 

Her eyes locked on his face. Dua moaned again as the sound of her fingers twisting around his drool soaked cock were barely louder than his own breathing. 

"Mmmmmmmm, you like how I'm jacking you off?"

Still wanking his shaft, Dua giggled. She was not going to spend all her time giving him a hand job. Licking her lips as she lowered her head and spoke again.

"I think this cock fits better in my mouth." 

"Does it now?" 

Giggling at his question, she winked.

"I want you to fuck my face."

Dua spoke clearly in a low, seductive tone. She shoved her hand down to the base of his cock and parted her lips. Once she pushed the head between her lips, she removed her hand. It was not until she felt Paul's right hand pushing down on the back of her head that she knew he was going to give in to her desire. 

"Be careful what you wish for, babe."

A groan was audible from his voice as Paul bucked his hips upward. Dua closed her eyes, bracing for the impact that she would soon feel. Only a few times in her life had she allowed a man to fuck her mouth. She trusted Paul would give her gag reflexes a proper test. As he thrust into her mouth, she gagged. His fingers twisted in her hair, tightening a grip. 

"Suck it!" 

Closing her eyes, Dua gagged again. Paul came to a sudden stop, no longer thrusting. He proceeded to push her head down. Dua could taste his shaft sliding to the back of her throat. Her lips met at the base as the head reached the back of her throat. She immediately choked on his length, but Dua was determined to give a good showing of her deep throat efforts. Her eyes watered up with a tear streaming from the left corner of her eye. After pulling back a few inches, Paul began to buck his hips again, driving his cock through her throat.

"GWAK-KAH-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH-KAH!" 

Her mouth made various slobbering and sucking noises that echoed through the room. Paul placed his free hand down over her head, now using both hands to grip her hair and pump his cock between her lips. Dua tried to relax, breathing through her nose. This act had quickly become a session of skull-fucking.

"GWAK-KAH-GWAH-KAH-KAH!" 

More slobbering and sucking noises echoed from her voice. Dua opened her eyes wide when she felt Paul slow down. 

"That's it, that's it. Just like that." 

His words came out in a faint whisper. At this slower pace, she sucked his cock inch-by-inch. Dua relaxed and re-closed her eyes as she began to think to herself. Did this man have experience in the porn industry? Was she sucking off a male porn star? Everything about Paul was clouded in such mystery, she had to wonder. The way he handled her in this position demonstrated a great level of experience. He pushed her lips all the way down for a second round of deep throat action. This time, Dua did not gag or choke on his length. She sucked it all the way down, listening to him groan and grunt.

"That's more like it." 

Paul sounded pleased in his words. He removed his left hand, then used his right hand to begin pulling her hair. Dua's big brown eyes gazed back at his face as his cock slowly extracted from her mouth. Dua released the lock of her lips around the head with an audible pop noise. Ropes of saliva dangled from her lower lip back to his drool soaked dick. He removed his right hand from her head and then watched as Dua wrapped her fingers back around the base of his wet pole. She spit on the head, then rubbed it against her lips as if it were a tube of lipstick. With a sloppy kiss on the head, Dua sucked on it and then went back down on his cock, hungrily devouring the first few inches. Her free hand slipped down between her legs. Dua fingered her juicy cunt while sucking his shaft.

"You know how to suck like a dirty girl."

Dua glared back at Paul, releasing his cock from her lips with another popping sound.

"Mmmmmm, I told you I like it dirty."

She spit on the head, then began to wank him like before. By this point, she knew how he liked his cock to be properly jerked and sucked.

"Get up and show me to the bedroom."

From his words, Paul was clearly done with her sloppy sucking. Dua was relieved that they were about to move on to the real fucking. She let go of his cock, moving her left hand away from her pussy as she began to rise from the floor. When she took a second glance at his cock, a new idea came up. Dua reached for it, grabbing his shaft with her right hand and pulling him up from the couch. 

"Right this way."

Laughing at the fact she was leading him by the cock, Dua shook her long black hair as she glanced from across her right shoulder. Paul's eyes were focused on her ass, watching the cheeks rub against one another with each step she took. Dua thought to herself that maybe now was a good opportunity to tease him about his possible job profession.

"I've been wanting to ask you something, Paul."

"Then spit it out. Go ahead and ask me."

"Do you work in porn? I'm just taking a wild guess."

Her question made him chuckle. Paul followed her step by step until they reached the doorway to the bedroom. That was when Dua finally let go of his cock and turned around. She placed her hands over her breasts, hiding them from his view, but his eyes were fixed on her face. The expression on his face told her that he was not amused by her question.

"What makes you think that? You really think I'm a porn star or something?" 

"Hmmmmm, maybe." 

He flashed his teeth in a sinister grin.

"I can put you in some tight spaces like a porn star, if that's what you really want." 

Just like that, Paul turned the question back around to Dua. She should have guessed he would not bother answering. This was typical of him. Dua sighed and turned around as she glanced at the bed. 

"Whatever you say, just make sure you fuck me real good."

She spoke as she climbed onto the bed. The mattress slightly shook as Dua pushed her hands down into the blankets. Positioning herself on all fours, she hoped that this would send a clear message to him in regards to how she wanted to be fucked. Paul stood there, watching her until Dua turned her head to the left to see him stepping around the room. He made his way behind her before climbing onto the bed. Closing her eyes, Dua moaned as she felt the bed rocking slightly from his movement.

"I need you to fuck me so badly, Paul. Come on and shove that big fucking cock right up my cunt." 

"Oh, I do like it when a slut begs." 

Dua moaned at the sound of him labeling her a slut. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, soon feeling the head of his cock rub against her wet folds. Paul took his time before sinking it into her wet delight. Dua gasped and purred softly as his cock was finally inside her. At long last, the wait was over.

"Mmmmmmmm, that's it. Go on and fuck me, Paul."

With her eyes still shut, Dua figured that at any moment now, he would begin pounding her juicy cunt with his hard cock. Instead, she felt his hands squeezing her ass cheeks and then caressing up to grip her hips.

"Fuck me!" 

She yelled at him to show her impatience. Dua had waited this long, she did not want to have to sit in this position and wait any longer. Paul responded by slapping her ass with his right hand. Dua spread her fingers out across the blankets, gripping at them as she felt him begin to thrust harder and faster.

"Yes! Yes!!"

"You like getting fucked like a dirty slut?" 

Spank! Paul's hand smacked her ass a second time to finish his speech. He continued to thrust as Dua moaned and screamed at him.

"Yes! Ohhhh god, yes! I'm your dirty slut, yes!!" 

Dua no longer cared what he called her. In the heat of the moment, all that mattered was having his cock inside her. She could feel it thrusting inch by inch in her tight twat. She gritted her teeth, growling out a series of moans as Paul slapped her booty again.

"Scream my name, you sexy fucking slut! I wanna hear if you've still got a voice left after that show!" 

"Ohhhh, YEAH! FUCK ME, PAUL! FUCK ME!!" 

The bed began to shake. The frame beat up against the wall as Paul did not let up. Over and over, he pumped his cock into her pussy back and forth. Dua curled her toes up as she gripped the blankets beneath her. Her ass cheeks shook with each full thrust he made. This was the kind of intense fucking she desired, and so far, Paul did not disappoint. He raised his hand again, spanking her ass.

"You dirty fucking slut!"

Spank!

"So dirty!" 

Spank!

Nothing else mattered to Dua except for reaching her climax. Paul could spank her ass all he wanted. She did not care as long as his cock was still pumping in and out of her cunt.

"FUCK ME!! OHHHH GOD, FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HARDER!! FASTER!! COME ON, PAUL!! DON'T STOP, KEEP FUCKING ME!! YES, YESSSS, YESSSSSSS!!" 

With each word she screamed, her voice echoed throughout the hotel suite. Dua could not control the urge to touch herself. She gripped the bed sheets with her left hand, using her right hand to push between her thighs and find her clit. Her left arm slipped, now resting against the bed as she elevated her ass up. It did not matter to Dua, as she had found her clit and was pinching it between two fingers. Closer and closer, that sweet release could not come sooner.

"Fuck, this pussy is so tight! Ohhhhh yeah!" 

"DON'T STOP!! DON'T STOP!! OHHHHHHH GOD, I'M SO CLOSE!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!" 

Burying her face down into the blankets, Dua rolled her eyes to the back of her head while whimpering. Paul listened to her. Not once did he stop, as he kept the fast pace and hard thrusts. Pulling her right hand back, Dua gasped and then gritted her teeth as she felt the sudden release of her orgasm. She cried out in pleasure, closing her eyes to enjoy this moment. She spread her fingers out while her toes curled up. Paul made one last thrust before pulling his cock out of her cunt. 

"Oh my fucking god. That's how you do it. That's the way I prefer to be fucked." 

It was a wonder to Dua that she could even muster any words out after such a hard orgasm. She was out of breath, trying to catch herself back up while listening to him chuckle.

"Yeah, I could tell. You sounded a little desperate, like you haven't been fucked all year." 

Letting out a sigh, Dua knew she probably would have laughed at his statement if not for the circumstances they were currently in. Resting her arms down on the bed, she moaned and kept her legs spread. She felt Paul's right hand squeezing one of her ass cheeks before he spoke again.

"You know, you played with my ass. I've been thinking about what I wanna do to yours." 

"Oh really?" 

"Yeah. You know what happens to dirty girls like you, babe?" 

When she felt his cock brushing against the crack of her booty, Dua knew the answer to his question. She let out a moan, glancing across her right shoulder to see him from the corner of her eye.

"Let me guess. You like to fuck them up the ass, am I right?" 

"You are correct." 

Dua moaned as she felt his cock thrust up the crack of her ass. Paul groaned before speaking again.

"But I want you to beg for it like a good, dirty slut. You can't lie to me, I know you want it. You were probably shaking that ass on stage all night, hoping by midnight, someone was going to fuck it." 

She giggled at his words.

"Oh, come now." 

"Don't deny it. You're proud of your ass, aren't you?" 

"Yes I am." 

"Then beg for it. If you really wanna get fucked in the ass, you better beg for it, like a good slut." 

Letting out a sigh, Dua figured she would give in. She wiggled her ass and then called out in an exaggerated voice.

"Please fuck my ass. Pretty please."

Paul laughed at her words. He watched as she spread her legs out to give him a further view of her ass, now exposing her dark little hole. He rested his right hand above, his thumb in a perfect spot if he wanted to finger ass. But instead, his other hand gripped his cock and began to push it into her back door hole. Dua clenched her teeth, glancing across her right shoulder as she felt his cock enter her ass.

"Mmmmmmmmm, get in there." 

"Beg for it." 

"Oh god, Paul. Please fuck my ass." 

Sighing and rolling her eyes, Dua got her point across with an attitude. He slowly sunk his cock into her ass, allowing her to feel it pushing through her tight back door hole. Once it was in, Paul began to slowly thrust. Dua turned her head, gazing forward until she closed her eyes for a moment. Within seconds, she felt his hands planted on her hips like before, and he began to thrust his cock into her ass.

"Ohhhhhhhh god!" 

So much time had passed since the last night she had enjoyed this act. Few men got to experience their cock inside of Dua's ass. She could have told Paul that he was lucky she trusted him, but there was no point in breaking their continuous dirty talk.

"Ohhhh yeah! Fuck my ass!!" 

Those were the words he wanted to hear. Paul responded by playfully spanking her ass. Dua giggled at his touch. She was sure that a red mark had formed across her bum by now. As he continued to buck his hips, she noticed that he was not fucking her ass in a fast effort like he did her pussy. Maybe he was trying to hold himself back from exploding, or perhaps Paul had other ideas in mind.

"Fuck my ass! Yeah!!" 

He began to laugh at her dirty words this time. As he continued to thrust, Paul groaned and spoke up.

"Hey, remember what you asked me earlier? You think I work in porn or something? I can show you some porn moves, if you wanna try something new." 

"Does this involve your cock being up my ass?"

"As a matter of fact, yes it does."

With one last thrust up her ass, Paul carefully pulled his cock free. The bed slightly wobbled as he began to move. Dua turned her head to the right, watching as he slid his way up to the head rest and propped himself up in a sitting position. What could he possibly mean by something new? It could not be a reverse cowgirl, Dua thought to herself. That would be too basic. 

"Get over here and sit on me. You wanna experience a full nelson?" 

"Full nelson? What the hell is that?" 

"You're about to find out, if you want to."

He must have known she was not going to say no. Dua was tempted by the cheeky grin Paul made, flashing his teeth. She crawled towards him, but Paul raised both his hands, motioning something.

"Turn around, I need you facing the wall to do this."

"I hope this isn't a reverse cowgirl. I've already done that before."

"Trust me, it isn't."

Following his instructions, Dua turned around. She straddled him and used both hands to grab his cock. She aimed it upward and then carefully lowered herself down, shoving it up the crack of her ass and back into her tight ass hole. She groaned, gritting her teeth momentarily as she felt it push back in. 

"Spread your legs out and lean back."

Dua took a moment to exhale her breath and then followed Paul's latest instructions. She raised her legs, leaning back until her back was rubbing against his chest. Her cunt was exposed in complete view when she tilted her head to glance down.

"Hold your legs up for me."

Still breathing heavily, Dua did as he asked. As she raised her legs, she rested her hands beneath her knees. Paul groaned as he began to buck his hips upward, thrusting his cock into her ass.

"Oh god! Ohhhhhh!" 

She swallowed her breath as he was still thrusting. 

"Keep your legs up!"

Paul spoke again, roaming his hands up her legs. Dua gritted her teeth, panting aloud as she braced herself for what would be a surprise. 

"Hold still." 

His final command was spoken as Paul extended his hands out from her legs, throwing them around his arms as his hands found the back of her head. Dua immediately gritted her teeth and yelled.

"Oh god! Is this it!? You want me to look at it!?"