As dirty as you like it

It began as most bad decisions do, at a party that’s just a little bit too nice for her. She hadn’t snuck in, she’s been invited but probably more as a curious conversation piece than anything else. Her form fitting, silky black gown swished above the floor with every step she took and she looked down nervously. She wore a repurposed formal dress from her not so long-off sorority days. She hadn’t realized how filled out her hips and thighs had become since she started eating again and began working out. She cursed under her breath and muttered “its only been a year” as she watched her beautifully olive-toned right leg burst from her black dress and display itself up to the hip to everyone in the rooftop penthouse. She had to admit, she loved the feeling of power that sprung from this overwhelming feeling of humiliation. She saw herself as an object, “but a pretty object can make men do all sorts of things” she thought to herself.

She headed to the bar to find a drink and setup a perch to choose a play thing for the evening. “Champaign” she ordered as she brushed her dark chestnut hair behind her right ear exposing an earring. 3 dangling gold chains with an emerald affixed to the end that sparkled so loud they seemed to jingle. She knew this well trodden move would expose her elegant jaw, sharp but plump enough to show that health and youth had stuck to her so far. The gold dangling from her soft earlobe complemented her olive complexion and seemed to give it a natural glow. The emeralds sharpened her green eyes and brightened them to the point of becoming near hypnotic. She purses her deep crimson painted lips had have a polite half smile to the bartender, who she knew would be handing her the drink free of charge.

Turning to face the room while taking a sip she displayed her trap in it’s entirety. “Any man that can resist my ass in this dress can’t stop his heart from being captured when I catch his gaze.” She thought confidently. She knew the way she looked, the way her slightly curled hair draped over her left shoulder and almost stifled her clavicle. How her blemish-less chest was framed by the soft grace of her neck and the cups of her dress mostly covering, but not stifling her ample bosom. “Men always want to be left wanting,” she would often remind herself. Though, she could hardly say that she suppressed her own appetites.

As she scanned the room she caught the eye of the most peculiar man she’d ever laid those sparkling green eyes on. Not peculiar in any way that would be described as unbecoming, but an air that demanded everything but restraint.

He stool tall, at least 6 foot 2, give or take an inch. He had brown eyes that reminded her of the well maintained hardwood floor of a farm house that she couldn’t seem to place. His hair was a straw blonde, as if it once had a light brown hue but had been exposed to the sun it’s entire life. His skin was tan, but not like hers. It was a white gold crisp, like the crust of a pie after being perfectly baked. His jaw, undoubtedly like his body that was just barely hidden by his clearly custom tailored tuxedo, was hard and chiseled, but seemed to soften when he laughed. It was covered with a day or two of stubble that threatened to grow into a full beard if not seen to soon.

She stood there confused, how had she been so totally disarmed? She only glanced at him and she didn’t even catch his eye, but he seemed to have taken her breath. She took another sip of champaign as she reminded herself that she looked like a goddess in this dress. Her butt was all but on display, to show that she had more than a handful that swayed with her confident stride. Her toenails, flawlessly painted the same deep crimson as her lipstick, fingernails, and underside of her powerful, shined black stilettos. Even I the heels she was only 5’7”, but she new her presence was commanding and her beauty was captivating.

She looked up as the bartender placed another glass of champaign in front of her. She was surprised that she was holding an empty glass with the ghosts of red lip prints on it. She smiled at him again baffled by her absentmindedness. As she turned again, telling herself that she was hunting for her pray, she scanned the room for the straw haired stranger. Dismayed, and surprised of it, she continued to look from face to face for this impossible ghost.

“Martini, as dirty as you like it,” she heard next to her.

She turned to see the angelic man next to her. He was leaned over with both elbows on the bar smiling at the female bartender, who had been a backup challenged for the olive skinned woman in black. Turning the bar back for at least the night would have been a fun wrench to thrown in her game of seducing the hearts of the upper class.

Setting her champaign aside and slightly hanging her head so her hair fell down from her ear. She mustered all the faux confidence she could and asked “Buy a lady a drink?” As she stroked her hair across her sculpted cheek bone and back to its previous perch behind her ear.

He smiled and replied in a deep soothing tone, “I don’t buy drinks for strangers,”

Her breath caught and she could feel her insecurity clawing at her insides.

“But you seem like a fine person to become acquainted with.” He continued while extending a mildly calloused and almost oversized hand, “I’m Caleb, my friends call me ‘Count’, those whose good graces I offend use a different pronunciation.”

“Olivia” she smiled and blushed at his joke that excited her more lewd sensibilities.

“Well come on now Olivia, a names not near enough to make acquaintances with. What do your friends and foes call you?”

“Well my friends call me Olivia,” she said searching. “Olive for short,” she stammered out.

“And your enemies?”

“I don’t have enemies,” she said feigning indignation.

“I’m sure a girl that’s as pretty as you has broken a few hearts and turned more than one greener than those emerald eyes of yours has been called an ill word from an enemy,” he smiled. “C’mon, I’ll buy ya a drink for it.”

“I’ve been called Medusa before, but that’s only by someone who thought that I my leaving turned his head to stone.”

“Well, which should I call ya then?”

“I believe I get a drink before I can answer that,” she triumphantly smiled feeling herself getting a grip on her tongue.

“You look like a champaign kinda girl. Any special requests for it?” He smiled confidently

“Martini,” she said with a playful smirk, “as dirty as you like it.” She turned and swayed to the nearest table for 2.

“So Olive, was it? Or is it Medusa?”

She didn’t know what to say was this dream of a man a friend? Or did his commanding energy overpower her abilities and threaten her very being? She settled on option C.

“Just Olivia, I don’t think just sharing nicknames makes us aquatinted” she smiled wryly while petting her shimmering hair.

“Then how shall we get to each other?”

“What makes you think I want be acquainted with you?” She jabbed playfully.

He smiled darkly, “I don’t think you could resist becoming acquainted with me.”

“Wh-what an arrogant thing to say,” she stammered in wide eyed shock. Yet again thrown off from her usually firm footing.

“You look like a woman who loves to dance. Lucky for you I’m a good dance partner.” He said standing up and offering his hand. His eyes had softened back to their warm farmhouse feel.

“Can you keep up with me?” She heard herself say as she reached out to take his hand.

“It’s all in the hips,” he shot back with a lewd smile.

They trotted to the dance floor together. As the music started their dance followed a path well trodden by Caleb, but new to Olivia. He led and swung her about rhythmically and just slow enough so she had time to softly caress his powerful chest. She fluttered her plump inviting lips past his, pining after his princely mouth while he smiled and seemed to ignore hers.

She felt herself being pulled tight to him as she exposed her naked leg parallel to his. As her heaving breast rose and fell against his rippling upper abdomen she felt herself being dipped. That warm rush of humiliation and power pulsed down her spine, out to the tips of her fingers and toes. As every man and woman that could craned their neck in failed subtlety to see what her dress was concealing.

She was yanked up from her displayed bliss and, her head slightly swimming, looked into the eyes of Caleb and they both new she was his to take as he wished.

She found herself passionately kissing him on an hour later after she followed him into one of the private bathrooms. She wasn’t requested as much as she was pulled to follow him in by his look before leaving her company.

They feverishly fought with their tongues. Her makeup was smearing but all she could feel was his breath heating and cooling her cheek as it escaped and entered his nostrils. He broke their mouths’ connection to nip at her ear and breath “like this?” Heavily in it, as he slipped his hand through the slit in her dress. He caressed her quivering inner thigh and slid his slightly less than rough hand under the black lacy thong that she had adorned with such confidence earlier that night. She was pressed against the wall, not able to think about anything other than the cool feeing his saliva had left on the nape of her neck after he kissed it and the heat spreading from her aching loins to the rest of her vibrating body.

The spell wasn’t broken by the first contact his strong finger made with her nethers. She softly gasped as he tenderly stroked from her clit back towards her puckered ass. He smiled knowing that in this moment he had her mind, body and soul.

Pulsating with pressure he circled his fingers around her engorged pink jewel. She mouthed, “please” breathlessly begging him with her eyes.

“What do you want?” He asked wryly with a dark shimmer in his now hungry eyes.

She put both hands on his crotch, he used his free hand to pin on of hers back and pressed her more strongly against the wall with his upper torso. While, her free hand began to rub back and fourth. “Everything,” she whispered in his ear.

Her arms fell limp and useless as he slid his middle finger into her twitching woman hood. It snaked upward toward the softly bristled garden in her loins that was the gateway to her true pleasure.

“You’re absolutely filthy,” he snarled in her ear.

She sharply inhaled through her nose as his ring finger followed suit and her womanly pearl found its cradle in his palm.

“You‘ve been begging for this all night haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she softly replied.

Her eyes rolled and her hands sporadically clenched and unclenched as he powerfully and gracefully gyrated his hand back and fourth. He increased the power and pressure as she bit into his coat, not concerned if she caught the undoubtedly tanned, muscular shoulder that she could feel flexing beneath.

“So close,” she managed to choke out.

“Beg,” he stated authoritatively.

“Please,” she whispered.

“You’re a filthy girl, right? You can do better.” He said in the same tone.

“Please let me cum” she said feeling her self dripping with excitement.

He glared into the eyes of her turned head. “No,” he said defiantly.

“Please…sir,” she said almost in tears from holding back the crescendo of her encounter.

“Good girl,” he smirked into her breathily before licking it.

Olivia’s dam was broken. Shook and gurgled in pleasure. She became inhuman in her in her continual waves of passion, her very soul escaped her body for the seeming eternity her orgasm raged on.

Her legs became jelly as she gracefully slipped to the floor. Caleb slipped his well used fingers into her mouth and she absently mindedly sucked them clean. Not processing the true degradation of the moment, kneeling on the floor of a bathroom sucking herself from the fingers of a sultry stranger. Or is that what excited her so much?

She looked up at him, her convulsions fading but her pleasure not diminishing.

She reached up to his belt line expecting to be slapped away as before, but no hinderance came. She tore open his pants and yanked them down as fast and rough as she could.

Olivia caught her breath yet again as she stared at the pulsating member swaying in front of her. She wanted nothing more than it in that moment. She could feel herself salivating, and yet, for some reason she hesitated. She realized she wanted to be told what to do with it. She looked up at him expectantly.

Caleb could practically smell her patient desperation.

“Go on, you can take it,” he said.

She ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. Put the tip in her mouth and suckled at it. She could still taste the remnants of his hands work in the back of her throat and was anxious to mix it with the taste of her bathroom playmate.

She gripped the base of the shaft and pulled the beast into her mouth. He sighed in pleasure and gripped her head. She ran it along her tongue careful to not break the seal her lips had made around the turgid, veined phallus. Leaving distinct lines of deep crimson on it.

With a light tug he pulled her off of her task and guided her to his hanging testicles.

“Suck. Like you mean it,” she was instructed.

She followed her command with greedy indulgence. She felt his penis resting on her forehead and sticking to her hair as she lapped and sucked he pulled her off with a fierce grip on her hair and directed his member back between her drooling lips. He pressed 3/4 of its length down her throat. She gagged and coughed.

“Come on now, I thought you were filthy,” he said half disappointedly. “Sow me that you can please me.”

With a determined look and a deep inhale she took his entirety in her throat. Her eyes rolled and began to water as she gaged.

“Eyes,” he reminder her. “It’s not all about you you know.”

She looked him in the eyes and met that now known glint of powerful pleasure.

“Where should I finish?” He said with a half joke in his voice.

She released his nearly satisfied phallus from the soft warmth of her throat. And gurgled out through a spit bubble drooling down onto her silky black dress. “Make it as dirty as you like,” she said with a dusky hues devilish smile.

He met the smile and powerfully shoved his throbbing member back down her throat and erupted with a moan of immense pleasure.

After another moment he pulled up his pants and started replacing them and buttoning up his vest.

“I think I’ll call you O, since we’re now properly acquainted.” He said confidently.

She smiled and giggled. “I like it,” she responded.

“Then it’ll stick.” He said smiling warmly as he kissed her.

“Stick? You assume we’ll do this again?”

“We both seemed to enjoy ourselves. Could you resist doing this again?”

Olivia smiled bashfully, “I suppose I could make the time for another night of fun.”

“A proper dinner at my place?”

“Yes…sir. I think I’d quite enjoy that”

“Good”

“Text me?” she asked while putting her number in her phone.

“This has been fun, but make sure to clean yourself up,” he said before kissing her again and walking out of the bathroom.

She looked in the mirror. Her hair was crumpled, near knotted. Her makeup was smudged. There were drool marks streaking her black dress. She felt glowing, the most beautiful she’s ever been. She combed through her hair with her fingers. Touched up her makeup with her thumb and forefinger. Attempted to smooth out her crumpled dress. And strutted back out to the party in her tickled humiliation.

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