Dirty Book Scenes Novels & Stories

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

“What's wrong, love?” “Baby, I'm really horny. Let's have sex.” I whispered, straddling his lap as I placed a quick kiss to his lips. At first, Leander just stared at me bewildered, then he chuckled. “I thought something really bad was happening to you.” “This is really bad.” I breathed against his neck, sucking on it as I rocked my hips against him. Leander's hands flew to my thighs, grabbing them. His face lowered to my breast, and he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth.

Spit dripped down my chin onto my shirt. Blackwood pulled out after a few minutes, breathing hard. He hauled me up by my hair and bent me over his desk in one rough motion. My skirt was flipped up, and two thick fingers shoved into my pussy without warning. “Already wet,” he muttered, almost disgusted. “Of course you are. Dirty little slut.” He didn’t prep me. He just lined up and shoved his cock inside me in one brutal thrust. I cried out. He was too big. It burned.

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Tara had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

I said flipping a page. I touched his hand while taking my hand back to myself, that didn’t faze him. He murmured something about the record to himself. His deep voice made his seat vibrate, I touched my boobs, with my bra on. He continued, with his focus on the file before his eyes. I am already ruining my panties, I can feel juice going down my thighs. I went closer, and he turned to me. His eyes met my boobs. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked.

He filled me completely. He started fucking me hard from behind, hips slamming against my ass. The table shook with every powerful stroke. His balls slapped against my clit. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock pounding into my dripping pussy filled the room. “Alex… oh god…” I moaned. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back slightly. “Quiet, Miss Shine. You don’t want the neighbors to hear you getting fucked by your student, do you?” He reached for one of the books on the floor, picked up the thick literature textbook, and pressed it between my teeth.

And handed it to me. I opened it. The first pages were boring lawyer shit. Then I see… Full fucking penetration, vaginal, anal, oral, at any time, with or without notice. Restraints, blindfolds, impact play, sensory deprivation. Orgasm control and denial at the Dominant’s discretion. Public and semi-public exhibition at Dominant’s pleasure. Each line made my pulse throb in my clit. By page three I was pressing my thighs together like that would stop the wetness leaking into my panties.

Neon lights flickered across wet pavement as smoke coiled from his lips like a promise that never learned to speak. Inside, Ronald was already distracted by another subject. "Did you see her body? Damn she is sexy." "She is a college student. Look at her. She has books in her hand. Maybe she knows something that keeps things spicy in bed?" Leon caught the snickering first, a brittle kind of laughter that slithered between cigarette smoke and neon. He exhaled, flicked away the last ember, and turned his head. Two young men were huddled near the corner, whispering about a woman’s body as if the world owed them access to such fantasies. They were the sort who talked big and lived small, pests m

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.

Staring back at me was a photocopied page from my super secret journal, the one I had misplaced…the one with all my dirty stories. “No... no way. This couldn't be happening.” I mumbled it to myself, my hands shaking badly, but my eyes weren't playing tricks on me and I knew that what I was seeing was real. It was one of the hottest scenes I'd written, the words black and clear as I read Wyatt bending me over his office desk…I couldn’t even read it because every filthy detail down from his thick shaft splitting me open, to cum leaking from my hole was right there on the page.