#sh06pcat

You're in the crowd, squished against the stage at the shitty dive bar your boyfriend's band is performing at. The crowd is buzzing as his band walks on stage, getting into their places before starting. Throughout the concert everyone is dripping with sweat because of the lights, small proximity, and poor ventilation.

You look up at Frank with wide, hungry eyes, legs unconsciously pressing together at the sight of him drenched in sweat and oh does he notice, and so does the rest of the band. He holds eye contact with you, heavy eye contact, as he plays. His hair clings to his forehead, sweat dripping into his eyes making them sting from the salt but that doesn’t stop the way he returns your hungry gaze. He licks the sweat from his upper lip before finally tearing his eyes away from you to focus them back on his guitar and the rest of the crowd, knowing that it'll leave you frustrated.

Once the show is over and they leave off the stage you're practically pushing people out of the way with small “excuse me’s” and “sorry’s” just to get to the backstage door. Your body still vibrating from the adrenaline, the loud music, and the heat as you look for Frank while trying not to look like a creep to the staff. Once you find the door you wait till they're looking away before slipping inside, immediately bumping into Frank. 

You turn around to apologize to whoever you bumped into before going silent when you're greeted by the shit eating grin on Frank’s face. Before you know it hes dragging you with him in search of a space private enough to have you without any interruptions. “Frank where the fuck are you–” you say confused before he eventually finds a janitors closet, which isnt the most romantic, but neither of you could give a fuck about that right now. As soon as you're both inside he locks the door and pins you against it, lips and teeth crashing into yours. After a few moments of stunned silence you melt against him and kiss him back. The kiss is salty and metallic from the sweat and your teeth clashing together. Frank snakes his arms around you, grabbing your ass, causing a desperate moan to slip past your lips giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You pull away to catch your breath “Frank–” you whisper desperately. He leans into your ear, breathing heavy, before speaking. “Y’need help with this?” he says almost growling as he undoes your shorts and slips his hand down them, rubbing your clit through your already sodden panties. You choke back a moan, covering your mouth before he grabs your hand and moves it away. “Be loud for me baby.” he says before crashing his lips into yours again, tongues fighting against each other as your fingers card through his hair causing a quiet groan to leave his throat.

Your hips jerk forward when he finally dips his hands into your panties, fingers gliding over your already wet folds before smirking against your lips making your face heat up. He pulls away to look at you. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet already? Didn’t even do anything yet.” he whispers before sliding a finger into your already throbbing cunt causing you to let out a small gasp “Fuck Frank.” you whimper as you lean your head back against the closet door.

You lift your head back up and look at him with need in your eyes as he starts thrusting his finger inside you, slow and gentle, before adding a second one and picking up the speed. You let out a low hum before feeling like the air has been sucked out of your lungs when he curls his fingers, pressing against the perfect spot that turns you into putty every fucking time, pulling a loud mewl from you.

A devilish smirk spreads across his face before opening his mouth again. “Yeah? Is that the spot?” he says as he keeps thrusting his fingers in you. “Right here?” he says, punctuating each word by curling his fingers, pulling another filthy moan from you. “God damnit Frank– ah–” you gasp, unable to think straight as you bring your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself.

He speeds his fingers up, curling them just right with each thrust, before grabbing your face. “Open.” he says sharply, making your stomach flip. You open your mouth almost immediately, sticking your tongue out with a soft breath. He can see your mouth watering just from the thought of him spitting in your mouth, the drool dripping from your tongue down your chin and falling onto your chest.

He tightens his grip around your face slightly before spitting in your mouth, causing your walls to flutter around his fingers. You close your mouth almost immediately before swallowing his spit, your mind turning into a foggy haze as your face heats up. Before you can think this through you open your mouth again, even wider this time with big doe eyes, moans spilling from your throat as you wait for him to spit in your mouth again. “You like that huh?” he says before spitting in your mouth again then closing it, making you swallow. “You like taking my spit down your throat like a filthy slut?” he says before opening your mouth once more and spitting in it again, putting his fingers in your mouth and pressing down against your tongue as you suck on them, ripping a filthy moan from you.

Your eyes begin to water at the overwhelming amount of pleasure beginning to creep up on you, making you whimper louder and more pathetically around his fingers. He takes his fingers out of your mouth before attacking your neck, kissing and nipping at every spot that makes your cunt clench around his calloused fingers and your legs squeeze together around his hand. “Fuck Frank I’m– ngh–” you whimper as you get closer, your legs starting to shake as you arch your back and buck your hips with each thrust of his fingers. “Use your words baby.” he mumbles against your neck before sucking on it and pulling small gasps from you. “Im gonna come–” you whimper loudly.

Frank pulls away from your neck to look at you, his eyes dark. “Yeah? You're gonna come on my fingers?” Frank coos. You nod your head, a small pout on your face as you feel the heat begin to build in your stomach as he speeds up, continuing to curl his fingers with each thrust. “Come for me baby.” Frank says softly, and just like that, you feel the heat build up and snap, your orgasm ripping through your body making you see stars and gush all over his hand.

If your panties weren't soaked before they definitely are now.

You cry out and arch your back into him, grinding against his hand as his fingers keep fucking you through your orgasm until your legs shake and start to give out. He slows his fingers down and wraps one of his arms around your waist to keep you steady before pressing a soft kiss to your lips, slowly withdrawing his fingers from your sensitive cunt before rubbing your clit, causing your body to tremble and a weak yelp to leave your mouth.

After a few moments he takes his hand out of your pants before pulling away just enough to put his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself on his fingers. With a dazed look on your face as you suck your arousal off his fingers.

Here you are, pulled over on the side of the road for drunk driving, but how did you get here exactly? Well, you got laid off from your job and your friends decided to take you out with them to a bar to have a few drinks and say “fuck your old job”. Fun right? Wrong. 

You initially planned on having just two or three drinks but you and your friends ended up going overboard when some guys offered to buy you drinks, which naturally you said yes to because who doesn't love free drinks right? Well that was a big mistake because now you’re making your way out of the bar and stumbling to your car. 

Your friends called an uber, insisting you join them but you were stubborn and didn’t wanna leave your car there so you decided to drive home despite being well over the legal limit. And you knew that, but you were just too fucking stubborn and paranoid to leave your car in the parking lot of some shitty bar.

You got in your car, closing the door and putting your seatbelt on before starting the engine and pulling out of the parking lot. Surprisingly smooth for how intoxicated you were but that quickly changed when you started a long stretch of road. Unfortunately it was a main road but the universe must be looking out for you and everyone else tonight since theres literally no one else on this road which almost never happens.

In your head this is a blessing in disguise until you see a car start tailing behind you for a few minutes before flashing their light. Fuck its the cops. Panic flashes over you momentarily before pulling over, almost forgetting to put your turn signals on as you turn into the shoulder on the right side of the road.

After putting your car in park and fidgeting with your rings for a few minutes you looking in your side mirror and see a cop, no, a sheriff, walking up to your window. you look up at him, noticing how handsome he is under the orange hue of the street lights and the flashing blue and red dancing around him. You silently berate yourself for finding him attractive because cmon, you just got fucking pulled over and now your drooling over the guy who pulled you over? Great move.

Your eyes flick to the patch under the badge that has the name “Way” embroidered on it. You're lost in thought before quickly being snapped out of it when you hear a sharp knock against your window. You jolt back to and quickly roll your window down before finally getting a good look at him. Fuck hes even hotter up close.

He looks you over, voice a bit gruff from having a slow day and not doing much talking, before hooking his thumbs in the front pockets of his pants, “You know why I pulled you over right?”

You not your head, swallowing before playing dumb, “No officer, why?” you say trying to steady your voice. He sighs before shifting on his feet and leaning in slightly, “Sugar, I can smell the alcohol on your breath okay? Can you please step out of the car for me?” he says before stepping to the side so hes not in the way of the car door.

Fuck, “Theres no way im getting out of this uncuffed.” you think to yourself before unbuckling and opening the door and getting out. Once you're out he reaches in and turns your car off before closing the drivers side door.

After failing the field sobriety test he had you do he asked you to follow him to his car so you did. He gets out a breathalyzer and has you blow into it and to no ones surprise, you're above the legal limit. He pulls the breathalyzer out of your mouth and take off the tip before putting it back in his car. He steps back and looks you over before speaking again, “Can you turn around for me?” He asks, and you comply without hesitation. He steps up right behind you and leans into your ear, “Y’always this obedient when someone gives you orders?”

The feeling of his hot breath fanning over your ear and neck makes your body shiver and your panties start to dampen. “Y-Yes officer.” you murmur, slurring your words slightly from the alcohol which makes him notice how tight his pants are, cock straining against them. He lets out a low hum likes hes contemplating something before place his hands on your hips and turning you to face the hood of his car, “Instead of taking you to jail, I’m gonna fuck you right here, okay?” he says, a command disguised as a question.

Before you have time to process what the fuck he just said he leads you up to the hood of his car before pushing you against it and bending you over, cheek pressed against the cold surface as the lights flash over you, illuminating the both of you and leaving dramatic shadows behind you. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “Gonna be a good girl f’me right?’ he asks, almost condescendingly before you quickly nod your head, “Yes officer.” you say, panties absolutely soaked at this point.

He stands back up straight and admired the view before hooking his fingers under the waistband of your skirt and panties, sliding them down to your ankles in one swift motion. You gasp when the cool air hits your hot, slick folds, a dramatic contrast to the warmth contained in your panties.

He lets out a rough groan, “Look at that…” he says, causing your hole to clench around nothing before he slides his fingers over your folds before pushing one in and leaning forward. “Youre so fucking wet and I didnt even do anything yet.” he grumbles against your neck as his finger pulls a small moan from you before pulling back and retracting his finger to undo his belt and pants, pulling them down just enough so his already hard cock springs out, the tip already leaking.

He rubs his tip against your folds. You both collectively let out a moan, albeit yours more vulgar from the alcohol, before he pushes in, bottoming out without letting you have a chance to adjust to the stretch of his thick cock before adjusting his body came, making sure it catches everything. “Fuck Sugar, so fucking tight f’me,” he says before starting to move, his cock dragging along your walls pulling another vulgar noise from you.

You lift your head up slightly to look around because despite the alcohol loosening your nerves, you still cant help but wonder what would happen if someone drove by. Sheriff Way see this and leans forward to fist your hair, shoving your face back down onto the hood of the car before pumping into you mercilessly, the silence amplifying the obscene noised coming from both of you.

“You love this huh? So fucking wet at the thought of someone driving by catching us?” he groans before letting go on your hair grab your waist, his grip for sure gonna leave bruises in the morning. You let out a small whimper when he grabs your hips while your cunt squeezes him from his words, pulling a moan from him as well, “yeah, you like that huh?” he grumbles before continuing, “You like hearing me talk to you like the dirty slut you are?” he says with a grunt as he continues to thrust into you at an agonizing pace. “Y- Yes officer-” you babble as you feel him hit that perfect spot that makes your walls flutter around him, causing a loud moan to rip from your throat.

Before you know it he puts his fingers in your mouth as he continues with his deep, tantalizing thrusts, making sure to hit that spot over and over again, ripping a moan from him as your cunt clenches around him. You instinctively suck on his fingers, muffling each moan, as you start to feel a familiar heat coil in your stomach.

Sheriff Way feels how close you are so he takes his fingers out of your mouth and grabs you hair, pulling you back so your back is pressed against his chest as he keeps pounding into you, thrusts getting more sloppy the closer he gets. As you get closer your legs begin to tremble slightly and your incoherent babbling starts to get drowned out by sharp gasps and moans.

Sheriff Way puts his fingers in your mouth again, the sensation of your mouth being full along with your pussy being full sends you over the edge and you cum on his cock, walls squeezing him with an ironclad grip. As you cum your knees tremble and you feel yourself gush down your legs as you moan and suck on his fingers.

The feeling of you cumming around his cock pushes him over the edge as well and he cums shortly after you, your walls milking him dry as he spills into you with deep slow thrusts to make sure nothing leaks out.

After a few moments, silence being broken by your ragged breaths, Sheriff Way takes his fingers out of your mouth with a small pop and gently pulls out of you before pulling your panties and skirt back up for you before walking back to grab something from his vehicle. You press your hands against the hood of his car to keep yourself upright as you watch him curiously.

After Sheriff Way comes back he tells you to get in the car so he can drive you back home so you don't end up drunk driving again and that he’ll get your car towed back to your house the next morning. You get in the car, too drunk and tired to argue.

Here you are, knees shaking and head leaned back against the wall as your boyfriend, Mikey, is on his knees in front of you, sucking you off. Probably the best head you've had in your life if you're being honest, hip’s twitching every time you feel his tongue swirl around your tip.

You look back down at him and something in you snaps when you see the way he's looking up at you. The tears in his eyes, spit running down his chin. Fuck, it’s hot. You fist his hair, holding him in place, causing him to stutter a bit, before beginning to fuck his throat.

Vulgar moans spill past your lips each time he gags on your cock. You close your eyes and lean your head back again, reveling in the sensation of thrusting your length down his throat. You quickly snap out of it though and look back down at Mikey when you feel him cup your balls.

“F-Fuck Mikey-” You sputter, caught off guard by the additional sensation along with the sight of your cock disappearing and reappearing from his pretty lips, glossy from precum and spit as you keep hitting the back of his throat, for sure bruising it.

After a few more thrusts you bury yourself at the hilt deep in his throat, shooting out ropes of cum as he gags on your cock and squeezes his eyes shut. Once you finally come down you let go of his hair and he takes you out of his mouth, gasping and coughing slightly as he does so. “Fuck-” He rasps, voice slurred from the excess amount of spit his mouth produced.

The sight and sound of his voice is almost enough to make you cum again but you hold back, cupping his cheek with your soft hand as he sticks his tongue out to show you the cum on his tongue. You help him stand up and crash your lips into his, moaning as you taste the bittersweet taste of his spit mixed with your cum.