Whats Eating Frankie

What does a Dullahan look like? Other than missing a head, I'm just like any woman. The beauty of having your head separated from your body is being able to use your own mouth to get yourself off. It is the most satisfying auto-felatio. I know what I want, and can slip my tongue inside myself without the human aspect of contortion. I can ride my own face any time I want like the perfect Sybian.

Humans have been... less than enthusiastic about my missing head. I stopped letting them in, giving the a fright, but I do find myself a nice juicy cock every now and then. I've been making do in creative ways. I even started going out in public to get myself off.

I've eaten myself out in the back of taxis, at various concerts and events, and once even at the graveyard. I'm not proud of that one. Ah hell, yes I am. I set my head down mouth-way up on this marble slab, and grinded it until I came, dripping all over the surface under my head. It wasn't even anyone I knew, just some dead rich bastard getting soaked.

I have a fake head I wear strapped to my shoulders. It was created by a friend of mine. He wasn't much into having sex with me, probably because he considered me to be some freak of nature, some undead being. I was that, to a point. My pussy sure didn't get the memo. It was soaking the second I saw a bulky guy with his shirt off. I could just imagine him pumping his cock inside my pussy while my head sucked on his nutsack from below and digging my nose in his ass, if he'd be down for that.

Getting off in public was my favorite thing to do in the city. The whole place was buzzing all the time, full of people. By the law of averages, at any given moment among twenty million people, at least four were having an orgasm at every single second. It was muffled, sometimes choked out solo to a bit of porn, whether with some handsy action, or an advanced sex toy that simulated the motion. The city was screaming out in ecstasy, spurting out a shot of cum, or a spurt of excited ejaculate, or even just an internal drip that shook the body in a convulsion of pleasure for a brief moment.

"I busted to you," I heard prick up my ears, while lounging in the sun of a rooftop pool. I looked over to a tall muscled up, shirtless guy, already hard under his shorts. It looked like a nice size, some eight inches of length, and girthy like a green plantain. "You're Madamcum, right?"

"You look about ready to bust out of those shorts, daddy," I said. I did get a bit of attention online with an account of sexual nature. "Need to get yourself off in the bathroom real quick?"

"It won't help," he said, shifting his arm to the front where his fingers pushed the pumped up meat tower higher beneath the cloth of his swimming trunks. "I'm too excited to see you, I'd chubb up right after." His thumb fingered the head of his dick under the thin layer, and I felt a sploosh of excitement imagining how that would feel inside me, scratching the inner itch. I got curious and motioned for him to lay down behind me on the sunbathing recliner. It was bound to break if we did any bouncing, but I just wanted to feel that monster cock up against my back for now.

"You are not to cum on my back, is that understood?" I asked, as his hands cupped my breasts from the back over the yellow bikini top I was wearing. I felt the poke slide up my back as he rested his erection's base between my asscheeks. I felt his balls shift around at the base of my butt, in the crevasse of my thighs.

"Yes, Madamcum, I will try."

I wasn't going to make it easy for him. I reached through the magic gap between my upper thighs and massaged his balls like a fidget toy. He squeezed my chest tighter, now under the triangle cloth, surrounding the nipple with his big hands, but not mashing it down. I could feel him resist the urge to thrust his hips. The motion would slide his cock against my back, something I told him not to do. I knew he wouldn't be able to hold it back, and smiled when he pulled his trunks down in one swift motion and guided himself inside.

We gathered quite the crowd by laying down together on a single recliner in the public area. Folks had their cameras out, recording the unnamed guy pumping wildly inside me from behind. I hoped my fake head wouldn't come off. It was designed well enough, but connected to a brace holding onto my shoulders, hidden under some fake skin of the neck. When he was about done, indicated by the speed of his cum gutters slapping against my ass, I felt him pull out to attempt something I instructed him not to do.

Instead, I swiftly grabbed his cock and pointed it at the people recording, spraying them with his spurts of cum. That sure dispersed them, some running off in surprise, and others jumping into the pool to clean themselves off. I always had some recording presence anywhere I went for exactly these sorts of encounters. Some of the gathered folks were recording for me.

"I told you not to cum on my back," I said. "Now suck everything else out of me."

"Yes, Madamcum," he replied, getting on all fours with his mouth and tongue slipping inside my pussy without any other instruction. He did a good job on the front, but his tongue was not as big as his cock. I held his face down, grinding up against his face to get myself off. He'd get waterboarded, but I had no qualms about drowning the man with my pussy as I pushed liquid out in a steady squirt for a few seconds. When he came up for air, I saw his mouth dripping droplets from his chin. He was fully hard again.

The only problem was, if he started pounding me here, my head would most certainly come off. I stood up instead, picked up the bag with my severed head, and grabbed him by the cock, stroking him to follow me as if on a cock leash. When we found some shade, I tied a blindfold over his eyes, and laid him down naked on the floor of some empty corridor the staff probably used. He was pointing up, keeping himself rock hard with his buttocks tight against the surface. I sat on his midsection, cock sitting up in wanting for me. I got my real head out of my bag, and slipped the cock in the mouth of it.

The feeling of it slipping down my throat was incredible, and the dick peeked out from the open neck when it got deep enough. I pulled my head off the dick and brought it to sit on his chest, before pushing my face closer against my pussy. I was getting myself off as his hips begged to enter with tiny little thrusts between my cheeks. I guided him into the tighter alternative, while my severed head continued to tonguefuck my pussy in the front.

He wasted no time, grabbing onto my hips with hungry grasps of flesh to slam himself fully inside my tight asshole. When he put his whole length in, I fell forward onto his chest, pushing off the muscles of his chest tightened by his arms gripping my ass with the force of a wild animal. I could almost feel blood draw at the skin of my ass, and sped up the tongue circling my clit, alternating on the surface, and running the length as far inside as I could get it. His hands looked for my pussy, but I kept batting them away, seeing as my severed head was servicing that part right now.

"I'm gonna fill you up!" The guy grunted out, tightening his jaw with faster thrusts deep in my asshole. I was ever so tempted to slip myself out and let him finish in my mouth, but I smirked as I got myself off at the same time, becoming limp as he throbbed a few more times, spilling hot cum deep inside me. It felt molten at first, like a burst of white hot iron, but settled comfortably warm over his cock still planted deep inside me. By the time his blindfold came off, I was long gone.

My online presence was mostly videos of my having sexual exploits in public, at least the richer public. The poorer the area, the more likely some sorry nobody would want to fuck me like... I never got his name. The richer horny guys were at least bulked up and sized up, be it naturally or by surgery, so I could use them for something of my own.

Most of my content was solo, but some featured my favorite, a shy girl letting me get her off to break out of her shyness. I've made so many girls spread their legs in public, and some even squirted off the top of skyscrapers, always televised for my adoring fans. It started off with me just doing all those things, but when a known shy girl gets off, she blushes crimson, and that heat, that youthful excitement, sells.

The beauty of being a slice of undead, was that every bath was an opportunity to get myself off without the danger of drowning. My head could be submerged in water for a long time, and I never needed to breathe. I especially loved holding my head by the hair, really digging in as my mouth sucked on my clit and labia underwater among the bubbles scented in roses. The strangest thing was that I could see through the eyes on my severed head, but when it was tucked away, I could still see without it.

One thing I could not do as the severed head was move around. It was a very stationary part of me. If I set myself down somewhere, the best I could do was topple over with the muscles in the neck. I could not skip around, nor could I use the sides of the neck to walk like feet. Or maybe I just hadn't practiced enough. It was far more fun to fuck myself with my own personal sex toy head. I even tried to patent that, but humans were hesitant to have a severed head as a sex toy.

They preferred to have a whole body, and even robots that wore silicone on the surface with mounted pussies and lips, assholes, and tits. It was wild, but I did like where technology was going. Soon enough, I could have a robot copy of myself to fuck me in the ass while another fucked my pussy, all the while, I would suck on my own nipples and glomp on the breasts. Even picturing it made me feel moist, but a good dicking down made me too tired to do anything about it.

Instead, I drew myself a bath, and rested my severed head in my bosom as we fell asleep in the hot water. The surface was still after the water cooled, and I was motionless at the bottom of the tub. It would be a scene from a horror film as seen from another perspective, but instead, I fingered myself when I woke up all pruny. It felt extra nice with the ridged skin. There was additional texture, and I could imagine I was getting fingerbanged by that fish guy in that one movie.

When I emerged from the cold bath, it was already dark outside. I sat at my desk by the window, wondering if there were any others like me out there, possibly using their own heads for sexual means as well. I doubted it, but rewatching some old clips of shy girls turning nympho cheered me up. One in particular even got me excited, but I realized I forgot my head in the bathtub. By the time I fished it out, and drained the water, the excitement of trying to get off again had died down.

I held my head against my chest and slept curled up around it. Dreams were the wildest parts of sleeping, and I had so many where I was a guy. I imagined my name as Masterfuck, a dick twist on the Madamcum moniker I wore for public eyes. My dick was enormous, not even realistic, twenty inches in length, the girth of a drainpipe, weighing in at fourteen pounds of blood and meat when erect. When it was hard, it smacked against my chest like an angry gorilla.

I dreamt I split girls in two with it, fucking down their whole throat to the stomach spilling cum right in the acids. I could picture myself sliding along the lining of the uterus on the stomach, like a baby hand pushing on the skin from the inside. Not only did I imagine thrusting my hips in every wet hole I could find, I also wanted to fuck any warm squishy thing, dreaming of fucking a giant marshmallow, then toasting it filled with my cum, and spreading it on a s'more.

I'd wake up from those dreams with my favorite toy already buzzing inside me, as if it walked out of the drawer by itself and snuck under the covers in anticipation of my longing for it. Other times, my severed head would get me off in the embrace of my legs. I loved that tongue the most, my tongue. It knew my pussy so well, and exactly how it needed to service me, or how I needed to service myself.

|I'm coming over. Be decent.| I read on my screen in the morning. It was the guy who made me the fake head. He stopped by to fix anything that felt off, being a master of animatronics. He designed the fake head to look exactly how I wanted, and watched me test the shape and feel of the silicone lips. He resisted getting off with me, and that made him infinitely more desirable, a buck to break into the nympho ways. It wasn't that we didn't fuck, but it often felt as thought I forced him and he was not having fun. I always wondered why that was, but aimed to break him out of his funk eventually.

|I have a meeting at 11, so you best cum quick|

|Just minor adjustments. Saw your recent vid, and some parts need fixing.|

|Aww, you saw that? It's always nice to get fucked by an adoring fan.|

|You ok?|

I hesitated. His concern was strange. He'd often just brush me off and focus on his work. It took me burying his face in my thighs to activate any sort of longing of his animal side. He wasn't very big, and maybe that was the problem. I still wanted all four inches in my mouth, because he was helping me.

|Same old, same old|

|I'll be there in half an hour. Please be clothed.|

|All work and no play?|

The writing bubbles appeared for a few seconds, then disappeared. Appeared again, I counted out ten seconds, but no message arrived as the dots vanished. He was hesitating on something.

|I don't like when you use me for sexual things.|

|Oh| I replied. |How cum? I only mean well|

|Let's just talk in person.|

|Ok|

I worried, and the worry got me stressed to the point of clutching onto my head like a safety pillow. Why was he like this? I wanted to fuck it out of him, but every time we interacted sexually, he acted like I violated him. He seemed to be enjoying himself in the moment, even sucking on my nipples hungrily, even fingering my ass sometimes. Once, he even kissed me right after I gave him a blowjob. I still had his cum in my mouth, but he didn't seem to care, and it was a very memorable kiss for me.

I brought up my head and alternated my sight between my face and the headless body that had some sort of spectral vision of its own. It felt like I was switching TV channels. I wondered if what they said about Dullahans was true, that if I placed my head back on my neck, I would just become a corpse. It was a dangerous thing to think about, and a superstition, I was sure. I got my head closer to my neck, but pushed it away in fear, burying it between my legs.

The tongue sensed a need to relieve a bit of feelings, as it teased my labia slowly moistening it with wide surface swipes up and down, then making circles as the lips sucked on my clit. I grabbed my wavy black hair with the intention of pulling the tongue away, but instead pushed it closer and felt the tickle of my tongue in the vagina and the taste of my pussy. It was too late to stop, so I sat on my head like a sybian, straddling the mouth as the eyes looked up at my spectral sight and started riding that face imagining his face being there.

The tongue glided along the full length, sometimes doing a little swirl in the butthole sphincter that drove me wild. I found myself mouthing his name, whispering it as I got closer to getting off, and repeating his name out loud as I felt the flood ravage my body from the inside. I fell forward once, and bucked up as my tongue slipped into my asshole triggering my orgasm.

"Franklin!" I yelped out along the crashing waves within me spilling out of my pussy all over my face underneath. It felt like the best mechanical bull moment and I wanted it to last, but I glanced over to the very guy I was fantasizing about in the doorway of my place. Right, it was his place that he gave to me. He always had a key. I was so glad he couldn't see my head right now, but his face was not surprised.

"Did you just scream out my name as you came?" He asked point blank. I scrambled off my severed head, finding some liquid dripping out from inside as it ran down my right leg. I wished he would just drop down to his knees and lick up my legs along the line up to suck on my pussy, but Franklin wasn't like that. Instead, I lifted my head from the bed, and licked my own pussy drip up my leg to the crotch where I had my mouth suck on the surface meat to clean up with a bit of muffled nasal sounds.

"Sorry, Franklin," I said through a mouth that had no mouth, slipping underwear on, as my head still hung on my labia folds for a moment with suction. "You made me a bit anxious."

"Sorry about that," he said, "I did want to talk to you about something, but I didn't want to do it over text."

"Now you're worrying me," I said. "What is it?"

"I... uhh..." He said, looking sad. I wanted to get him off, to make him happy again, even if for a brief moment, but it felt like he needed to get something off his chest instead of out of his balls. "I've never felt... correctly assembled." His eyes behind eyeglasses searched for my look as if to convey something I likely ignored before.

"What does that mean?"

"This isn't my body, Mirvve," he said. "And any time you force me to think about sexual stuff with you, it just makes me that much further from the truth. Well, now you know."

"So you... want to be a girl?"

"Yes."

"Then..." I started, then stepped up with my headless neck up against his ear to whisper using the spectral mouth. "Want me to fuck you in the ass with a strap-on?" I heard him audibly yip at the sudden excitement, and saw the little peak in his pants, but did not feel it up since he did not need that reminder. I brought up my head, smoothing my cheek on his ear, then took a gentle bite of the soft flesh and cartilage. I sat in his lap with the feeling of the erection underneath.

"It's not the same thing as having a pussy," I said, "But a cock in the bussy can feel very nice, since something is still entering deep inside you. If you do ever get the surgery, I'd definitely love to take your pussy out for a spin, Frankie. We could have you squirting off skyscrapers, as I'm sure you've seen me do with other shy girls."

"Are you sure it's ok?" He asked, his glasses crooked on his face that made him look like a miniature version of Velma. I never noticed it before, but he did have some feminine features to his face, and the crooked glasses were doing it for me. I felt a warmth build in my navel at the thought of having him bent over while fucking him in the ass as the glasses bounced on his nose alongside his blushed O face.

"I dream of having a dick, actually," I confessed. "A real monster, like one you just pull out of your pants and it does a wrestling move on the girl's face that it lands on, a real elbow drop to the face. I know it's unrealistic, but what am I if not magic?" Franklin looked flustered, and shy all of a sudden, something I excelled at overcoming. He looked scrunched up like a little bunny, horny, but uncertain. It took a hungry and thirsty person to devour that shy little bunny, as with devouring his little bussy. I actually drooled thinking of it that way, but decided not to turn on the cameras.

"Here are some options," I said, setting out my four strap-ons I used sometimes with girls. "This is a brand new one I just got. You can fill the chamber at the base with any sort of juice, jam, or jelly, and when I'm close I grip this tightly, which ejaculates the liquid-gel inside instead of cum."

"Why would you want that?"

"To eat it out of you after."

"Ok, that's kinda hot," Franklin said, shifting his thighs around the little cock still bound in the brown pants. He did not have any sense of style, but there must have been limitations to keep looking like a guy while in hiding. "Can-- Can I have that one?" He wanted the new syringe cock, and I was very excited to try it out myself. I took no time stripping back down and strapping the desired dildo onto my hips. Granted, my hip motions would feel weird since part of the strapon was a belt between my legs, but I would still enjoy myself with a curvy vibe right up against my pussy on the inside.