|Dude You Stink Like Sex
Author: Dean's Dirty Girls PM
...And Dean would know. One shots of Dean's sexual experiences. ADULT CONTENT! SO YOU ARE WARNED! If you have any ideas for a one shot with Dean, we will be happy to grant it.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Dean W. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 25,061 - Reviews: 44 - Favs: 43 - Follows: 35 - Updated: 12-10-10 - Published: 06-24-10 - id: 6080235
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
By Gumby Girl
You all must think I have a dirty mind because of all my one shot smutts or my stories...ok it's true I have a dirty mind but sex isn't always on this brain...dean is too :D and music and food so we're all good :D Don't have to commit me for having an over active libido like Deans.
Margaret walked into her house and placed her keys on the end table. She closed and locked the door. She went to turn the lights on when someone grabbed her and pushed her against the door. She went to scream but a hand went over her mouth. She whimpered in the hand and tried to move her body to get out of this man's grip but he held onto her tight.
"Shhh," he said in a low tone that it sent shivers up her spine.
She continued to struggle against him but it was no use he was much stronger than her.
"I've been watching you," he whispered in a husky voice, "for some time now." He licked the shell of her ear making her shiver and whimper some more into his hand. He grinned and chuckled fanning his hot breath on her skin. "You thought you were safe here all by yourself but little did you know every day I've been watching you get dress and every night watch you pleasure yourself when you think no one is looking."
Tears escaped her eyes and he grinded along her ass making her whimper even more. He grinned and bit her earlobe.
"I can't wait till I get you out of these clothes," he said his right hand running along her, "You are so sexy when you think no one is looking," his hand went under her shirt and she tried to move and he tutted in her ear pinning her harder against the door, "don't be shy beautiful, daddy wants to feel what he's been getting off to."
His hand moved up her body towards her breast that were moving up and down quickly because of the fear she was feeling. His hand found her right breast and he moaned into her ear, "They feel just like I imagined…mmm lace…is it the dark blue lace that matches your eyes? Oh, with the matching thong?"
His hand slowly moved down her body and to her jeans. He unsnapped her button and she whimpered even more trying to push her lower body against the door so he couldn't have access to her.
"Someone wants to play rough huh? Daddy, likes it rough…and dirty." He pushed her against him and eased the zipper down placing his hand into her jeans. "Mmmm, baby you're wet…which means you're liking this and your just teasing daddy aren't ya?"
She shook her head and he chuckled as he bit the side of her neck, "Don't play head games with me darling. I don't like it, it gets me mad. I don't think you'll like me when I'm mad precious."
He grabbed a hold of her thong and pulled it up causing more whimpers to come out of her mouth into his hand. "You like that? Huh?" He pulled more and she gasped at the feeling. "Bet you do, bet it makes you wet feeling the cloth pull against your precious pussy lips and up against that delicious clit…hmm baby?"
He pushed aside the thong and groaned feeling how soft and smooth she was, "Mmm, you shaved for daddy like you knew I was coming to see you." His fingers teased her folds running up and down them teasing her center and clit. Her breathing quickened even more with the teasing and he smirked right before he pushed two fingers in and felt her tense up.
He held her tightly against him as his fingers went in and out of her dampened pussy. She tried to hold back the moans and they came out as short gasp into his hands. She closed her eyes trying to hold back the pleasure she was feeling.
"Come on, I know you like this," he said, "Just like this," his thumb circled her clit and she bit her lip, "I've watched you baby. I know what you like. I know you like it deep and hard." He pushed into her hard and she yelped into his hand and he chuckled, "Just like that," and he curled his fingers causing her to pant into his hand.
He licked his lips, "You're close aren't ya baby? That's it…cum for daddy. Cum on my fingers."
He moved his fingers in and out of her faster with the rhythm of her heartbeat and pants. Finally he felt her body tense and her muscles clamped down on his fingers and she moaned into his hand as he continued to ride her through her orgasm.
"Mmmm, what a good girl."
He licked the side of her face and grinned as he pulled his fingers out from her. He turned her around so she was face to face with him. His hazel green eyes staring into her blue ones. She tried to move but he held her to the door. Her hands above her head and his hand still clamped shut over her mouth.
He finally let go of her mouth but pointed his finger at her, "Uh uh, don't do it…you make a peep daddy's gonna bring the whip out."
She watched him pull out a handkerchief and before she knew it, it was being tied around her head and gagging her mouth.
"Just in case," he said and then bit her lower lip, "Do you know how sexy you are?"
Margaret watched as his hand moved to the crotch of his pants and rubbed slightly, "Got me so hard when you walked through that door sweetheart." He sucked on his bottom lip, "Come on." He grabbed her throwing her over his shoulders as she hit his back trying to hurt him but nothing was working. "Baby, I have something for you upstairs in the bedroom…it's a surprise."
As he reached the bedroom he opened the door and placed her in front of him facing him as he closed the door and locked it. He turned her around and she saw handcuffs on both ends of the bed, rope, candles were lit in various places of her room and some toys were laid out across the bed.
She felt him move behind her as he kneeled down and pushed her jeans down. He untied her shoes and took them off her along with her jeans. She felt his tongue lick all the way up to her ass where he bit it hard and she yelped again and he held her hips. He stood up and took her jacket and shirt off leaving her in just her thong and bra. He ran his hands through her dark curls and down her face.
"I've wanted this for so long," he whispered in her ear she felt the handkerchief loosen. She watched it fall to the floor with the pile of her clothes, "I wouldn't think about doing anything," he said and she felt a cold metal object against her side. She looked down and gasped seeing a large knife in his hands, "You wouldn't last if you think you're going anywhere, now get on the bed."
"Who," she swallowed back her tears, "who are you?"
"Just call me Dean."
He watched her walk over to the bed like he told her too and sit down on it. She could see his body now, in the candlelight. He had jeans and a gray t-shirt on. She swallowed hard seeing the muscles ripple under his shirt and knew now why she wasn't able to get away.
"What?" she asked scared of what he might do.
"You heard me darling…cuff yourself. Both feet and I'll get the last wrist." He smirked and watched her move to the middle of the bed. She cuffed both her feet and laid back as she cuffed her one hand. She looked over at him as he cuffed the other and traced the large knife down her body as he moved to the foot of the bed.
"Mmmm, I've been fantasizing about this for a very long time Margaret," he pulled his t-shirt off and she saw his back muscles flex with the move. He placed both his t-shirt and knife on her dresser. She watched his hands move to his belt and unbuckle it as he pulled it through the hoops and placed it next to the toys, "Every little thing I'm going to do to you tonight," he sucked on his bottom lip as he unsnapped his jeans and zipper and left them hanging on his hips but his erection visibly there through his black boxer briefs. "What to do first? That's what I'm having problems with." He leaned his hands on the footboard and smiled at her.
"Hmmm…I think I know." He crawled onto the bed between her legs. He moved up her body just draping his over hers, his hands on either side of her head, "Now give daddy some sugar."
He leaned forward and kissed her softly surprising to her then delved deeper into her with his tongue battling against hers, dominating it. The kiss grew and he grounded his lower region into hers causing a small involuntary moan to come from the back of her throat. She could feel his erection pushing against her.
Margaret felt his hands move down her body as he continued to kiss her and land on her breast. She gasped as he squeezed them hard. He let go of her lips and smiled at her as he straddled her hips and looked down at her breast with hunger in his eyes. His hands slowly traced her large milky breast that were still in her bra. His thumbs traced over the hardened nipples that were straining against the lace. Margaret closed her eyes and bit her lip turning her head away a little and heard him chuckle.
"Don't be ashamed beautiful," he said, "You're body is perfect." He leaned down and left tiny soft kisses on her breast. "I want to enjoy every second of this."
She opened her eyes when she felt his body move and saw him reaching for the knife. Her eyes widened as she watched him bring it back and look at her. Seeing the fear in her eyes he laughed, "Don't worry I won't hurt you."
He leaned forward tracing her breast with the knife and she went to move and he tutted shaking his head, "You moving like that I may jus slip and cut you."
She stopped and watched as he cut the straps on her bra. He set the knife aside and moved his hands to her back unsnapping her bra. He tossed the fabric away and stared at the large white breast in front of him. Her nipples hard and inviting. His large warm hands overpowering them and he licked his lips at how firm they were underneath his hands. He kneaded and squeezed them causing her to gasp. He smirked, "Yeah that's it baby, you like that don't ya?" He arched an eyebrow and sucked on his bottom lip moving against her hips and playing with her breast.
Dean snuck the nipples between his fingers and pinched causing her to whimper and she felt moisture between her legs.
After Dean was done with her breast he moved down her body kissing her stomach and reached her thong. His one hand moved down her pussy and watched her hips move involuntary with his movement. He smirked looking up at her as he continued to tease her through her thong.
"Mmmm…you smell so good…I wonder how good you taste."
"Please…no Dean…you don't want to do this…"
Dean chuckled, "Yeah I think I do."
He grabbed the knife and cut both sides of her thong before throwing the broken material to the floor. He leaned forward and brushed her pussy lips with his thumbs sending a shiver throughout her body. "Mmm…so soft and pretty." He looked up at her with a smirk playing on his lips, "Just how I like my pussy."
Margaret felt his breath fan over her pussy and she went to move her hips lightly. She swallowed hard and felt him kiss her clit.
"Mmmm," he moaned, "You taste so good." His tongue licked up her clit and she shivered.
"More?" he asked and she shook her head and he laughed. "If my baby wants more then she gets more."
"No…oh!" She tilted her head back as his tongue circled her clit. Her hands went into fist, knuckles turning white as he continued to kiss and lick her pussy. She felt him place two fingers inside her as he continued to lap up her clit. Her breathing was rapid and knew she was close. Dean curled his fingers as he pushed them in and took them out of her hitting her G-spot the whole time.
"That's it…cum on daddy's tongue…cum in my mouth."
In a few seconds Margaret felt herself spiraling up into an orgasm and she moaned loudly bucking her hips into his hand and mouth. She felt his tongue licking her vigorously as his fingers continued to help her through the ripples. Once she was down from her high he leaned up licking his lips, "Now what to do…" he looked over at all the stuff he had waiting for her, "so many choices."
"Dean please…just let me go…I'll do anything."
"That's right you will do anything but I won't let you go sweetheart. Not until I'm done with you." He grinned like a madman and she bit her lip watching him.
Dean eyed each toy and picked the vibrator up. Her eyes widened and he smiled as he sat on his knees between her legs.
"Oh God," she swallowed and he leaned forwarding teasing her clit with it as it vibrated. Her breathing quickly turned rapid feeling the vibration.
"This what you want sweetheart?" he asked and she shook her head. He just grinned, "Oh I know what you want but you can't have it until daddy says so."
He teased her lips and she sucked in a deep breath. "Mmmmm…you are so wet!" he growled, "It gets me so hard." Margaret watched as his hand slipped into his boxers and he started stroking himself as he teased her lips.
Dean turned the vibrator on medium and pushed it inside her slowly. She moaned and bit her lip. He continued to stroke himself watching the vibrator give her pleasure.
"Oh God," she turned her head biting her lip and he smiled taking his hand out of his boxers.
"You like that don't you? Yeah I know you do. This is yours after all."
He turned the vibrator on a higher setting and she cried out arching off the bed, "Yeah that's it. You're going to cum again aren't you. You're so fucking sexy."
Dean watched her body tremble as an orgasm ripped through her fast and she screamed. Dean licked his lips and took the vibrator out of her. She whimpered at how many orgasms she has had and tried to put any thought at to what was going on.
Dean crawled on top of her as she continued to come down from her high. He placed the vibrator on her lips, "Open wide baby."
She did as she was told and opened her mouth for the vibrator. She tasted her juices as he continued to push the vibrator in her mouth.
"Suck it baby…that's it…lick it all up. God I'm so fucking hard!" He ripped the vibrator from her mouth and replaced it with his lips licking at her mouth.
Margaret felt no energy to reject him. She was tired but her body was reawakening for him. She struggled against the handcuffs again. Dean let go of her lips and pulled his jeans and boxers off. He kneeled between her legs and leaned back taking off the handcuffs on her feet. He grabbed the rope and uncuffed her hands. Before she knew it he was tying her hands together above her head.
After he was done tying her wrist he leaned down and kissed her biting her bottom lip making her moan. Her body awakened again and Dean putting her ankles up to his shoulders. His hands were on either side of her as he entered her. He was bigger than the vibrator and she moaned loudly.
Dean started with a fast pace, "Who's your daddy baby?" He slammed into her hard.
She screamed, "Oh fuck! You are…" she gasped, "You're my daddy! Oh fuck…you're my daddy! Oh God! FUCK!"
"You like it rough huh? Say it!" He lifted her ass up and slapped it.
"Yes! Oh God yes I like it rough!"
He took her legs off his shoulders and made her wrap her legs around him high on his waist. He squeezed her breast hard in his hands. The two were breathing heavy as Dean sped up their rhythm. Margaret's eyes practically rolled to the back of her head in pleasure as Dean slammed into her one more time and they both went spiraling into a sea of pleasure. He pumped everything of his inside of her. She screamed his name and he groaned hers giving his last weak thrust.
Dean took a deep breath and let it out before smiling down at her as she opened her eyes staring into his. She smiled back before bringing her arms around his neck and leaning up kissing him, "Mmm…you're home early," she said in an out of breath voice as she untied the ropes with ease as Dean had taught her so long ago and threw it next to the bed. She ran her hands through his sweating hair and he kissed her one more time before rolling off her.
"I wanted to surprise you," he said and pulled her against him.
"Mmm, well it was a surprise…trust me. If I didn't hear your voice in my ear you would have been on the floor with a gun pointed to your head." She wrapped her arms around his waist and placed her head on his chest.
He rubbed her back a grin spreading across his face, "That's my girl."