I Like It Dirty
Starring: Dua Lipa
Themes: One Night Stand, Dominant Male, Dirty Talk
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Miami, FloridaDrops of water overflowed, trickling down to the white tiled floor. The lights were dim and silence filled the bathroom, apart from the sound of water splashing. A mirror was hanging on the left side of the room above the sink. The fancy white marble countertop gleamed in the distance. An empty bottle of water sat near the sink. It was the third bottle to be emptied since arriving back at her suite. This may not have been home, but it was the closest thing possible to it for one twenty-six year old woman alone in the tub. Hot water previously filled the white tub, but it had now become lukewarm from half an hour of sitting. A shower was out of the question for Dua Lipa after finishing the opening night of her Future Nostalgia Tour.
The midnight hour had already passed when she left FTX Arena to be escorted back to her hotel with an army of bodyguards. She could still hear a faint cheer from the sold out crowd long after she left the stage. So much time and preparation had been put into the show, but she learned from experience that the nervous jitters could not be contained before stepping out on the stage. Though time had moved by, Dua could still feel the pulsing sensation inside her from performing. It was almost like a different state of mind. Everything came down to the right vibes to put on a show, and here she was, still feeling her encore of 'Don't Start Now' lingering in her mind. The lyrics had yet to leave her thoughts, all this time later.
In the past, Dua learned it was difficult to shut herself down after that first show to begin a major tour. She was anticipating this moment to get back to her hotel suite and relax. All by herself in the suite. Her chief bodyguard had a room across the hall, but Dua found herself relaxed. Her long black hair was pinned up in a pony tail as she let out a sigh of relief, among the water. She raised her arms and flexed them beyond her back while considering her options to pass the time. Before tonight, she had been enjoying herself with a companion in what could best be described as her inner circle of close friends. Since she was beginning her world tour in Miami, some friends from back home across the pond wanted to spend time in South Beach.
There was always time to party, but Dua focused her attention on the tour and one specific man. As she sat in the bath tub, she thought about her friend Paul. He was born in England like her, but seemingly spent most of his life in the United States to lose his accent. She liked to tease him about that after meeting the man three years ago in New York. Paul seemingly moved around the major cities when he wasn't flying back home to spend time in London. A man of many mysteries, Dua could not figure out what exactly he did in life to enjoy such a lavish lifestyle, but she did not ask questions either. She knew that before he met her, Paul had spent time accompanying Halsey. He seemingly moved around social circles for other singers, always changing sides during a tour.
It would have been easy to poke her nose into rumors regarding the man, but Dua had no intention of gossiping. Paul had spent the past week during her final rehearsals hanging around. Over a year ago, they had shared what she believed to be a one-night stand and nothing more. He was a wild man, or so she was led to believe from that first experience. Paul was short and skinny, sporting a well-groomed black beard that matched his short hair. Like her, he took a liking to body art in the form of tattoos. His entire arms were covered in sleeve designs of black ink. Flames, a lion and Old English font writing covered the left. On his right, he had a similar flame design but with a skull. Dua never asked the meaning of his tattoos, though he was curious about her own ink that covered her pale skin.
The longer she sat thinking about him, the more Dua realized there was a missed opportunity already tonight. She had stripped out of the neon green bodysuit she wore on stage. That outfit was now tucked away with the spares and other neon-colored suits. By the time she made it back to her hotel suite, Dua wore only casual clothes. The blue jeans and shirt were scattered across the bedroom floor, along with her bra and thong. She finally began to rise from the tub. Water trickled down her body as she stood there for a moment. A cool breeze was felt across her perky breasts until Dua moved her hands over them. To feel her body all slick and wet like this, she was grateful to not be drenched in sweat like earlier. Some water spilled out of the tub, creating a puddle on the floor that she stepped her bare feet through.
There was no rush to put on clothes for Dua. She grabbed a towel to dry her body, glancing down and noticing her vulva lips that were desperate for attention. Not a hair was in sight of her pink folds, as she took care of shaving last night. All that time she soaked in the hot water, she avoided the urge to slide a hand down and pleasure herself. Perhaps that would have been easier for another woman, but not her. She wanted the company of someone. A man was her preference, and tonight just might have been Paul's lucky night. What else could he be up and doing tonight? There were not many guesses for Dua to make. All that mattered was that he possessed the necessary tools to satisfy her desires. The real thing was much better than a toy to satisfy these lustful cravings.
Still naked, she stepped out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom. The towel had quietly fallen to the floor. While she had several choices of throwing in some skimpy clothes, Dua saw no need. After all, she was still not sure if Paul would answer a late-night call from her. He had better, if the man knew what was best for him to try his luck on her in the future. Thinking to herself, Dua wanted to have something she could tease him with. The sultry sound of her accent would not be enough for an Englishman. Sometimes she wondered how her voice would have sounded had she been raised in Albania, where her name came from. As she thought to herself, Dua sat on the bed. Black sheets matched the pillows and a blanket beneath. Room service had likely come and gone, not that Dua had any care for that.
She had no plans to call them up. Instead, she grabbed her cellphone from the left side nightstand. There was a stand on each side of the bed with a small lamp to illuminate the dark room. The lamp shades were in a cream color, blending in with the wallpaper of the bedroom. Dua had not paid much attention to the interior design. When on tour, all of the hotel rooms may have looked different but blended together. It still beat having to sleep on the bus. Tapping the screen of her phone, Dua scrolled through her list of contacts to find Paul's name. She took another moment to think to herself. What excuse could she possibly come up with to tease the man? There was the chance to snap a few nude photos and send them, but Dua saw that as a bad idea. A photo leak was the last thing she wanted. While thinking to herself, she pressed her fingers on the screen to make a quick call. Luckily, she did not have to wait long for him to answer.
"Hey..."
"Hey Paul, I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, if you did, I wouldn't have answered."
Dua giggled at his reply. She leaned back on the pillows of the bed as he spoke again.
"So what's the occasion for you dialing me up this late? I thought you had a big show tonight?"
"I did. Shame you weren't there to see it."
He chuckled at her words. Dua knew how to tease in her sultry voice, but now it was time to ask the real question. She saw no reason to beat around the bush tonight.
"I'm looking for some company tonight, if you're interested."
"Company?"
"Mmmmhhhhmmmm. So what do you say? Wanna come up to my hotel and maybe have some fun."
"Sure. I think you and I have some unfinished business, babe."
"Oh, do we?"
"Yeah... Send me a text with your hotel and I'll be right over."
She did not have a chance to carry on this conversation. Paul hung up, solidifying his reputation as a man of few words. Letting out a sigh, Dua clutched the phone in her hands as she thought to herself. All that time she wanted to tease him was wasted, but she had an idea now. Given her first encounter with him, she thought about making up a tale of gossip. It was simple for a man like him, who she did know his profession in life. Did he even have a job? That was one question that often lingered in her mind when it came to Paul. Dua grinned to herself as she considered her options. She had a plan to tease him about something she had 'heard from the grapevine', so to speak. A trick card up her sleeve to play once the heat had been turned up later.
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1 HOUR LATER
The dim lights remained on throughout the hotel room as Dua prepared the bedroom. After sending her text messages to Paul, she at least had an excuse to find a robe and cover her slender nude body. She finally undid her hair from the ponytail holding it up. Those long black locks flowed freely beyond her shoulders, split down the middle. Dua saw no need to prepare herself with any fancy makeup or jewelry. All that mattered to her was that her desires would be fulfilled. She wanted to be fucked, and Paul was her choice when it came to a man. The low lights created a scene that her stage show could not do properly. If only she had kept a pair of high heels to slide her feet into, that would have made a nice gesture to him. Clothes were meant to be stripped on a night like this, except for a good pair of heels.
Outside the bedroom and back in the living room, Dua had kept the suite quiet. If only she had a few candles to light and burn their scent off. She did not want to call room service. It was already a slight hassle to call up her bodyguards across the hall and allow entry for Paul. She texted him her hotel room number and then patiently waited. Back in the bedroom, she sat on the bed, legs spread out to peek down at her wet pussy. The longer she had to wait for this man to arrive, the stronger the urge Dua had to pleasure herself. So far, so good, she managed to hold herself back. It was amazing that she still had stamina left after putting on a show in front of thousands of screaming fans. Now was her time to unwind and have some real pleasure.
As the minutes passed, the urge was almost too strong to avoid. Dua fought her instincts not to finger herself while beginning to sweat. Where was Paul? Time moved by so slowly, to the point she was beginning to feel desperate for his arrival. Every minute on the clock felt like an hour turning by. Dua was unable to control herself and slid her right hand down to her vulva lips. She closed her eyes and softly moaned while slipping her ring finger beyond the folds and feeling her moist opening. She sighed in relief at the pleasure her fingers gave her. Dua opened her eyes, gazing forward at the open doorway leading back into the living room of her suite. Any moment now, she knew Paul would be outside that door. If only she could wait longer. There was no reason for her to stop fingering herself now. Dua slipped her middle finger between the folds. She moaned softly when a knock at the door broke her concentration.
"Oh, thank god."
Dua gasped as her personal pleasure was interrupted by the sound. At long last, the wait was over. Another knock was heard on the door. She sighed before yelling out.
"Just a minute!"
Moving from the bed, Dua ran from the bedroom and into the living room. Paul knocked a third time, as if he had not made his impatience a point. She sighed again as she approached the door, quickly opening it to find him standing in the hall.
"I was coming, you didn't have to keep beating on the door!"
Paul smirked. His beard was freshly trimmed, matching the black hair on his head as always. He stood in a pair of stonewashed denim blue jeans and a plain white T-shirt. It was too late for him to dress up stylishly. Dua stepped aside, offering him an entrance into her hotel room.
"You'll have to forgive me. I'm a little excited."
The door slammed shut behind him as he grinned. Paul carried on in his speech.
"It's not every night I get asked to come over for what is essentially a booty call."
From such words, Dua figured he did not want to stall time. She curved her lips into a subtle smile.
"What are you grinning about, babe?"
Quirking her eyebrows up, she shrugged her shoulders. Dua watched his eyes glance away from her face. Paul was trying to sneak a look at her body through the black robe. She did not tie it for a reason. Dua welcomed his wandering eyes, only pulling the left side of her robe to prevent him from seeing her pussy this early.
"Well, for one, I've got you tonight. And for two, I don't have to call anyone else for some fun time."
She dropped the robe to the floor to reveal her nude body. Dua ran her hands onto her hips, knowing that his eyes would be surveying every inch of her petite form.
"I like that as I walk through the door, you're already naked. Fuck clothes! That's your attitude!"
Dua laughed. She thought about moving her hands to hide her breasts, but there was no use. Paul leaned down to loosen the laces of his sneakers. It became clear to her that he was not going to waste their precious time by building up to the moment. She should have figured that Paul would be the type to get right down to business and not bother teasing. That did not mean Dua could not use her own tricks. She waited until he stood up, kicking his shoes off and standing in a pair of white socks. Once Paul stood up, Dua stepped forward and shoved her nude body up against him. She rubbed her perky tits against his shirt, throwing her arms around his neck to lean in for a kiss. Paul responded by wrapping his arms around her body and caressing his fingertips down to grip her ass cheeks.
This caused her to moan into his mouth, all while pushing her tongue deeper. His mouth was slightly dry with the taste of Scotch still strong. Dua continued to kiss him as he squeezed her ass cheeks. She ran her fingers through the back of his hair. As they continued to kiss, Dua began to spread her legs in hopes of Paul's exploring hands. He was still squeezing her ass when she pulled away. Their kisses came to an abrupt end as Dua gasped for breath and gazed back into his eyes. He watched her bite her lower lip, as a subtle hint of what was to come. No words were needed now that she was prepared to strip him. Dua considered his words from moments earlier, but now was not the time to tease him. She grinned and then pulled the end of his shirt up to reveal his tanned skin. Paul helped himself, pulling the shirt over his head. Dua then fell to her knees, giggling before she broke the silence with her voice.
"As you said, fuck clothes. I'll take your pants off, if you don't mind."
"Help yourself, babe."
She chuckled again.
"Don't mind if I do."
Grabbing at the front of his pants, Dua gave a rough tug before letting go. She had to unfasten his black leather belt, all while she could see the bulge in the front of his pants. Once the belt was properly undone, she popped the button undone and pulled the zipper down.
"I guess I should ask you how the show went."
Paul's words were easy to ignore as she slid his pants and underwear down simultaneously. Dua licked her lips as his cock flopped freely out of its clothed nest. He had recently shaved all his pubic hair. This caught Dua by surprise, as she was thinking about teasing him over his mysterious profession in life. Could he be an actor in the adult film industry? She saw no other reason why he would shave all the hair between his legs and his balls. Nevertheless, Dua slid his pants and underwear down to his ankles, where Paul easily stepped out of them. His cock bounced around from this slight movement until she wrapped her right hand fingers around it. With her teeth barred, Dua began to stroke his cock up and down. She softly moaned as her left hand cupped his balls down below.
"I've been in the mood to suck on something since I left the stage."
Dua completely ignored Paul's words, not wanting to be distracted by a meaningless conversation. She breathed across the head of his pole, still slowly pumping her hand up and down. He exhaled his breath. Their eyes locked onto one another as she parted her lips and kissed the head. Dua moved her right hand away. She had no desire to let her hand interfere with the oral pleasure she was about to give Paul. As she sank his cock into her mouth, Dua moaned. Her fingertips rubbed his balls before she squeezed them with both hands. He moaned loudly at her touch.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck yeah..."
Hearing him cry out in pleasure, Dua pulled her lips back. His cock exited her mouth with an echoing pop sound. She lapped her tongue over the head while wrapping her right hand fingers around it again. As she resumed wanking him, Dua circled her tongue in a counter-clockwise rotation. Her eyes never left his face as she teased him with her tongue. She was not ready to suck on his shaft fully. Dua had other ideas up her sleeve that she hoped would surprise Paul. Lowering her head, she pushed her lips against his hairless ball sack and then began to kiss it. He reacted by snatching his cock from her. Paul began to stroke it as he ordered her sternly.
"Yeah, there you go. Suck those fucking nuts."
His hand stroked the length of his cock as Dua was now gorging herself with his nuts. She opened her mouth wide and used both hands to help herself in an effort to suck his entire sack all at once. Paul groaned as the slobbering noises became audible from her sucking. Sliding her hands between her thighs, Dua tried to find his ass hole. A new idea had come up in her dirty mind to massage his prostate. When her left hand index finger slid up the crack of his buttocks, she heard him grunt. Paul took a few steps back and then let go of his cock entirely. She was still slobbering on one of his nuts when he reached down and grabbed several locks of her dark hair to pull his balls free of her mouth.
"You like playing with me from behind? You must have a dirty imagination."
She cracked up, laughing at his words. They had yet to truly get started with kinky acts, but Dua indeed felt dirtier with each passing minute. If only Paul knew how wet she was between her folds.
"I like it dirty. I can make you wail like a banshee if you let me."
"Go for it. Surprise me."
"As you wish."
With a devious smile, Dua knew precisely what she was going to do to get Paul to cry out in bliss. She crawled between his legs, listening to the sigh he made. Paul spread his legs out further. He did not seem to expect this sudden move from her. As she quickly turned around, Dua pressed her hands against his ass cheeks.
"Is that what you wanted to do? Feel my ass?"
His words were a taunt, not so much a question. She pulled his ass cheeks apart and then licked her tongue up the crack of his buttocks. Paul immediately gasped in response.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
As he moaned out, Dua found his dark little hole and began to wiggle the tip of her tongue over it. She successfully caught him by surprise, apparent from the shock in his voice. Paul's tone shifted to a higher pitch as Dua was properly rimming him. He grabbed his cock and began stroking it hard and fast while gritting his teeth. His moans turned into growls as she continued to rim him.
"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!?"
Growling her moans, Dua was taken back by this position. So this was it. A full nelson, he called it. She did not know what to think, as she was seemingly trapped with his hands behind her head and legs raised in the air. She moved her hands to her ass, spreading her fingers out as she curled her toes up.
"FUCK!!"
When she screamed, Paul tried to thrust harder, but the position had proved to be difficult. His cock was pumping in and out of her ass, but not at the fast pace he had achieved earlier. It was almost funny to think about how this position came about. Paul never answered the question she had about his profession. This position was certainly something only to be expected in porn. Dua curled her toes up. Her teeth were still barred, making her moans come out in growls and groans.
"You like that, babe? Can you see it in your ass?"
She did not reply to his words. Dua kept her teeth gritted, gazing down as she watched his cock pump in and out of her ass. Swallowing her breath, she racked her fingernails across her ass cheeks. Paul continued to thrust upward into her ass hole until he came to a sudden stop. Her instant reaction was to wonder if he was about to finally blow his load. He moved his hands out from behind her head, lowering them to allow her to finally bring her legs down.
"Oh man, that was fun! I bet you've never been in a tight space like that huh, babe?"
Paul spoke between moans in his voice. He leaned up far enough that Dua decided to roll herself forward, crawling as his cock slipped out of her ass. She ignored his words, seeing no reason to reply. Once again, she was on all fours, crawling a few steps over the bed and taking deep breaths. She could not believe the position he managed to put her in. Behind her, she could feel the bed rocking around as Paul was briefly on his knees. He stood up, sinking his feet down into the blankets. Dua reacted to this movement by slowly turning around to his cock in her face. Without a second thought, she grabbed it with her right hand and fed his shaft into her mouth. Going from ass to mouth, Dua moaned on his cock. No words were needed, as she knew just what to do.
All this time had passed and he had yet to blow his load. Maybe he did have the stamina of a male porn star. The thought remained in her mind, but Dua had no desire to ask again. Paul would simply skate around the question like before. She removed her right hand, using it to push up against his leg as she bobbed her head up and down. With Paul standing up, Dua saw this position as being easier to deep throat his shaft again. She did not hesitate to push his cock to the back of her throat like before, exercising proper gag reflexes. He grunted as his face muscles began to twitch. When she gazed up, Paul had scrunched his face up. It was that look that told her that he was desperately trying to hold himself back from exploding in her mouth. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, wrapping her right hand fingers around it.
"Are you gonna cum for me?"
He nodded as she began to wank his cock. Up and down, Dua pumped her hand like she did earlier in the night.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna empty my balls for you."
Dua kissed the head of his cock. She continued to pump her hand up and down while licking her lips.
"Mmmmmmm, are you now? Where do you wanna cum?"
Paul grinned.
"All over your slutty face!"
She giggled at his words. Dua believed he would have preferred to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his creamy load. Having his cum splatter across her face was fine with Dua. She pumped her hand faster, listening to him grunt before she replied.
"Oh yeah? You wanna cum on my face? I'm a dirty girl, and it's been a long time since I had a sticky mess on my face."
"Yeah, I'm gonna cum all over your fucking face!"
Paul's yelling voice motivated Dua to stop wanking. She was going to taste his shaft one last time before receiving her warm, gooey reward. 'Mmmmmm', Dua moaned, as she began to bob her head up and down. She quickly sucked the first inches of his cock, then made one last effort to give him the pleasure of her deep throat talents. The entire time she sucked his cock, Paul grunted and groaned. She trusted that when he was ready, he would snatch her by the hair and pull his cock out of her mouth. The wait was over within seconds. Paul did not bother with her hair. Instead, he grabbed at the base of his shaft and pulled it from her lips with a popping sound. Dua immediately closed her eyes as she tilted her head up.
"Cum on me, cum on me."
Licking her lips, Dua listened to him groaning and grunting. She blinked her eyes to witness his hand pumping that cock back and forth.
"Here it comes! Ohhhhh fuck!"
A delayed reaction seemed to stall the moment. Paul was still wanking his cock a few more seconds after his words. Dua closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, extending her tongue. He groaned as the first spurt of cum splattered onto her forehead.
"Ohhhhh yeah."
Moaning aloud, Dua could not contain her excitement after that first wad to the face. A second spurt of cum landed on her right cheek, followed by two sticky strings that shot past her eyebrow. She bravely opened her eyes, blinking a few times before fully opening her eyes with no fear of being blinded by a misfire. The final spurt splashed onto her left cheek. Dua moaned as she watched him squeeze his cock, forcing the final drops out. They fell to the bed as she curved her lips into a smile, satisfied with this night.
"Now you really look like a dirty slut."
She nodded, giggling at his words.
"I told you I like it dirty."
THE END
Topic: I Like It Dirty (Dua Lipa) (Read 31902 times)