Bad Pickup Lines Dirty Novels & Stories

“Six straight hours of strangers wrecking my shithole, Pete. What did you expect, a virgin?” He groaned at the reminder, hips snapping forward harder. “Still hot as hell, though. Feels like I’m fucking a worn-out sleeve…” She moaned, nails scraping the hood of the Rolls. “That’s it. Talk dirty. Tell me how sloppy I am.” He slammed harder, the wet squelch of her ruined hole echoing off the alley walls. “Fuck… Ma’am, you’re so loose I could shove my fist in.” “Try me,” she taunted, voice shaking with need. “Reach in and feel how many loads are sloshing around in my guts.”

A gasp rippled from me but it was muffled around his dick as I tried not to slack my jaw, my fingers sneaking under my gown to play with my wet pussy. He didn't seem to mind that I was pleasing myself, he just kept moving forward, both his hands holding my head as he guided me and down his length. “You look so good…” he rasped. “... down on your knees and taking my cock. Fuck, you're such a good cock sucker” His dirty words making me moan around him. Who knew that Braxton had such a dirty mouth? It felt like I was with a completely different person.

They laid her on her side and fucked her ass, praising its tight, reluctant grip. The dirty talk was a constant, filthy soundtrack. “Such a good little anal whore for strangers.” “Bet you’ve never had this many dicks in one day, you fucking dorm bunny.” “Suck it clean, get it ready for your pussy again.” “I’m gonna cum so deep in this gangbang cunt, it’ll drip out of you for days.” “Her throat’s so fucking tight, I’m gonna paint her tonsils.”

another added as he switched to me. I pushed myself to the limit, slamming my ass back against every thrust, moaning like a whore in heat, and begging filthier than Sophia ever could. “Please Daddy, wreck my pussy! Fill your Gangbang Princess with your hot cum! Use me like the shared cumdump I am!” My dirty talk earned me load after load. Sophia was good — vocal and enthusiastic — but she lacked the raw, shameless hunger I had developed. By the end of that round, I had taken nearly twice as many creampies as she had,

she declared. "Geez, you could've given me a heads-up! You nearly gave me a heart attack," Bob grumbled. "Haha, my bad!" "It’s fine. I’d give you all my blood if you asked for it. Heck, I’d give you my life," Bob added, trying to sound smooth. "Haha, you’re hilarious. Do you actually use those cheesy lines to pick up girls?" Emely asked with a smirk. "Yeah... how did you know?" "No wonder you're still single. Your lines are way too flashy. Take my advice: bury that one and never use it again," Emely said, grinning.

The cum is still inside me,warm, slick, a constant reminder. When I step back into the office, he doesn’t look up. “Dismissed.” I walk out. The corridor is empty. I make it to my cubicle. Drop into the chair. Open my laptop. Pretend to work. My phone buzzes at 9:28. Damian: You’re dripping on my carpet. Next time bring a plug to keep it in. Attached: a photo he must have taken while I was cleaning up,me bent over the sink, ass red, his cum trickling down my thigh.

The filthy reality of the situation made everything hotter. “That is exactly what you are, baby—a dirty cheating Hollywood slut who sneaked out on her perfect fiancé just to get her brains fucked out by a regular guy. I love how your married pussy is creaming all over me again. Tell me you want me to fill you up one more time before you go back to him and pretend nothing happened.” She leaned down and kissed me messily while riding me faster, her voice breaking into desperate moans.

“We should.” His hand doesn’t stop. It slides between my thighs from behind, his fingers dragging through the mess of his cum leaking from my pussy. Two fingers push back inside me through his own load and the wet, filthy sound of it in the quiet kitchen makes both of us groan. “You’re full of me,” he says, pumping his fingers slowly, his cum squelching around them. “Full of my cum in my kitchen. Do you know how fucked up that is?” “Yes,” I gasp, pushing back on his fingers. “I know exactly how fucked up it is. Don’t stop.”

“Bent over like a good little slut, dripping for me already. You really want this cock that bad, huh?” “Yes! Yes! Fuck me like you own this fat pussy—stretch it out, baby, make it gape for you! It's yours!” I played along. "Haha! You are good with dirty words , babe". I closed my eyes. Was I being too much. He pinched my nipple hard, twisting it while his other hand slapped my ass and gave it a squeeze. I cried out in pleasure and bit my lower lip. "Hey don't back down now,you wanted us to talk dirty right...don't be ashamed."

I start rubbing my button and pleasure surges through my body. “Such a dirty girl,” Holt’s whisper in my ear. “Touching yourself while you’re stuffed with two cocks. I bet you wish you had a third cock stuffed in your tight little ass right now, don’t you?” As degrading as Holt’s words are, I’m so turned on that I’m past the point of caring. I use his words as fuel, touching myself harder as I replay them in my mind. Dirty little girl. Bet you wish you were stuffed with three cocks.