There are some men that want a woman to be perfectly clean. As if she has just stepped out of the shower every time she gets in bed with him. It's a ridiculous fantasy and I only know because I used to be one of these men.
Until I met Charlotte. I don't really have a good understanding of why that is, only that I know she can't ever be too dirty for me. I've never thought this way about anybody. You're not supposed to like how someone smells. But when I'm with Charlotte, I want her exactly as I find her. I don't want to taste her perfume. I want to taste her.
Over the years, I've developed a fairly unhealthy obsession with her body and part of that obsession includes the way she smells. Not that she smells much at all. In fact, Charlotte's the cleanest woman I've ever been with. It amazes me. And sometimes, it frustrates me.
But every once in a while, she gives me that natural, dirty side of her. I absolutely love it when she hasn't had a chance to clean herself up. When spontaneous desire overrides any other consideration. There is an inexplicable intimacy in knowing your lover's dirtiest parts. Knowing that you want her so bad there's nothing, certainly not something so small as an unclean smell, that would keep you from her body.
It's really easy to kiss someone when they've just showered. Anybody would do that. But it's true desire that makes you want your lover's dirty body. To put your lips where they're not supposed to go. To put your tongue into every crack and crevice. To savor the taste of salt and skin. To breathe deep a smell that, when it comes from your lover, is no longer dirty but sweet.
I love Charlotte's body. If she hadn't showered for a week, I'd still happily lick every inch of her. And yes, if you're wondering, that includes all of her dirty parts. Especially her dirtiest parts. And I'd probably cum doing it.
When she gives herself over to me like that, when there is no hesitation or insecurity, it's like something breaks inside of me. It's a damn that cracks open; and when it does, pure lust pours out. It fills me up. It turns me into a wild animal.
I can think of nothing sexier than all five of my senses being assaulted by Charlotte. And that's really what it comes down to. Knowing that every part of my consciousness is consumed by her. That there is not one part of my waking mind that isn't completely engulfed with her essence. The sounds she makes, the way she looks, the feel of her skin, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her body.
So it's not a surprise that I'm completely delirious when she gets down on her knees in front of me, straddling my legs. She pooches her ass up in front of my face and stretches her body out to grab each of my ankles.
I can hardly move. Not just because she has my legs pinned, but because I am so overwhelmed. I can't stop but just stare at her gyrating ass. It's as if I'm in my own private porn movie. I can feel her breasts bouncing on my cock but I hardly notice.
I simply cannot believe that this is happening. That it is happening to me. I briefly think of all the porn I've watched in my life and quickly decide I'd pass on all those women for just five minutes of this. I feel as if I am in a drug-induced state. A hyper-reality where all my deepest and darkest fantasies have come to life with a stunning clarity.
But it's her smell that brings me back. It's that delicious mix of her pussy and ass that reminds me I'm not watching porn. That this is real. That I will be putting my lips and tongue to the parts of her that lips and tongues are not meant to go. Let the pornstars have their completely sterilized sets. I want Charlotte just like this. With pussy and ass smelling exactly like what pussy and asses are supposed to smell like. I breathe in deeply, savoring the real Charlotte. My Charlotte.
I don't know how long I sit there, just breathing her in. My eyes are half closed and don't realize she's shaking her ass at me. Looking back at me. "Well?"
I look up at her, dumbfounded. "What?"
"You wanted to get it out. Now go get it." She reaches back and yanks her thong to one side, the dildo slightly pushing out for just a second before her ass swallows it up again. The in and out motion burns into my brain and I know I'll remember that image for the rest of my life. I put two fingers on the base and push it in slightly. It evokes a gasp.
The base is small. A smooth round piece of glass not bigger than a fifty cent piece. I give it a little tug and feel just how tightly it is wedged into her ass. It makes me instantly jealous. I want that to be my cock. I start pulling at it, but Charlotte's voice stops me in my tracks.
"No."
"You don't want me to?"
She turns her head to look back at me and with a stern voice asks, "Are you my slut?"
I turn away from her piercing gaze for a second to look at her ass. That beautiful ass with a piece of glass shoved inside of it. It's enough for me to respond without thinking. "Yes!"
"Then use that pretty slut mouth of yours."
My mouth drops open. In all the time we've been together, I've never known her to have such a filthy mouth. Didn't actually think she was capable of it.
"Come on, slut." She backs her ass all the way up to me now and it's only a matter of leaning down a few inches before my face is buried.
There is a theory that dogs sniff each other's behind because they are attracted to the pheromones located there. I don't know if this is true or not. But I don't really care. It very well may be the pheromones, but all I can smell is Charlotte's sweet and sexy ass. It completely engulfs me.
Charlotte's been sitting in a car for a long four-hour drive after an even longer workday. She hasn't showered since this morning and she's had a dildo jammed in her ass for I don't know how long. Of course she was going to smell nasty. And she knew it. But she also knows me.
The only hesitation I have is to enjoy the moment. But of course, I don't last a minute. Not even ten seconds before my face is on her. I lick both of her cheeks, focusing on the areas around the dildo. I kiss, I bite, I suck. The smell of her overwhelms me. The delicious mix of her pussy and ass is completely gone now. All I smell is ass. Filthy, sweaty, dirty. It's my drug.
And just like any addiction, only the addict can understand the need for it. It is impossible to explain the compulsion. At that moment, I don't care. I lose all self control. All self respect. I indulge myself unashamedly.
As hot as it is to know her ass has been stuffed for the past several hours, I am desperate to get the damn thing out of my way. I've let loose enough spit and saliva to cover the entire length of her ass crack and so I lean in and wrap my teeth around the base of the glass. I give it a slight tug and somewhere, very far away, I can hear her moaning in delight. I do it again, harder this time. The moan gets louder and there's more give.
Just to give her a little of what she's given me, I bring my face forward, jamming the plug back into her ass; deeper than it had been before. "Ohhh!" The noise she makes is one of genuine delight. I mentally pat myself on the back for surprising her and then tug back just as Charlotte is still moving forward.
The dildo suddenly slips free and Charlotte makes a sound like nothing I've ever heard before. Somewhere between relief and orgasmic release. She leans all the way forward and I get a quick glimpse of her asshole, still gaping open before the movement snaps the thong back into position. The sight drives me crazy.
I take the dildo from my clenched teeth and place it next to me. As much as I enjoy it, it's so overpowering next to my nose it makes me light headed. Charlotte reaches back and puts her middle finger right down the crack of her ass moving it to the spot where the dildo had been. She says,
"God, that felt good in my ass, baby." She's practically pushing the red cloth inside of her ass, stretching it as far as it will go. I watch, my hand furiously pumping away at my cock.
Charlotte crawls off of my legs and stands just for an instant. Long enough to pull off her panties before she positions herself to straddle me.
She briefly brings them to her nose and says, "God, these smell awful," and before I have a chance to respond, she straddles me. Her hot pussy slides down the shaft of my cock and I instantly feel the furnace inside of her. Charlotte's pussy is so wet it makes a slopping sound as she makes her way down to the base of my cock.
I lift my face up to kiss her but what I get instead is a face full of panties. Dirty panties.
I buck my hips in response. Hard. She cries out as I thrust into her and she rides me for a few strokes before she says,
"Come on baby. See how wet you made me." She pushes the panties against my lips. It's like a satin kiss, they are soaking wet and it's clear that this is part of them that were pushing against her pussy just a few minutes ago. I kiss them delicately, enjoying the slight taste of pussy on my lips.
She pushes them past my lips and I get a mouthful of pussy-soaked panties. I start thrusting hard again but this time, she slows me down. She whispers, "shhh."
I look up, the panties still clenched between my teeth as she tugs the part hanging out of my mouth. She flips it this way and that until she finds what she's looking for.
I understand now why Charlotte was working so hard to push them into her asshole just a few seconds ago. She's made especially sure that the part that had practically been inside of her is now inside-out. "You haven't even got to the good part yet."
She flips it over as she brings it to my face when suddenly, she wrinkles her nose. The look of sly lust on her face vanishes. I look up questioningly and she says, "Oh God, oh baby. I'm sorry. These are too dirty. Oh don't."
She pulls them out of my mouth and replaces them with her lips.
