Dirty Daddy Stories Novels & Stories

Travis's hands joined Jenna's, his touch firm and confident as he explored her body, his lips brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Sadile was dimly aware of her clothes being removed, of the cool air against her skin, but her focus was solely on the pleasure coursing through her veins. Jenna's lips found hers again, a deep, passionate kiss that left Sadile breathless. "Are you ready, darling?" she whispered, her eyes dark with desire. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised.

I wanted him right on the edge. Dante’s breathing grew harsher, ragged gasps breaking into low, filthy groans. “That’s it… just like that. Keep choking on Daddy’s cock. You love this, don’t you? Love being my dirty little road slut, sucking me off while the whole world rushes by outside the windows.”

His length stays upright, standing tall as a blatant dare. I crawl over his waist, leaning down to press a quick, mocking kiss to the tip before positioning myself over his thigh. Now I just want to see how far I can push him. How much of that calm, stubborn control I can strip away. “Tell me a Bible story, Brock,” I whisper, slowly guiding his tip to my aching cunt. “I heard you used to be quite the storyteller in your youth.” I lower myself onto him, but I stop halfway. I refuse to take the full length. When dealing with a man who can split you in half, holding back is the only way to survive.

My grip tightened, stroking us together, slow at first, then faster, the friction making my head spin. “Shit, Carter,” Dorian groaned, head tipping back, throat bared for my teeth to sink right into. “You’re gonna fucking kill me. Look at you....jerking us off like a goddamn pro. You've been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Both of our cocks in your hand and your finger buried in my ass?” His voice was pure gravel, dripping with filth, and every word sent a jolt straight to my dick. I moaned, loudly and shamelessly, my hand pumping faster, water splashing around us while I continued to rub his taint with my other finger. His dirty talk was unraveling me, stripping me bare, and I couldn’t ge

Story 9: The Billionaire’s Contract Wife The black Rolls Royce purred through the massive iron gates of the Voss Estate. Aria sat beside Damian, completely naked beneath the long designer coat, her body marked and aching from the intense double use at the private club. Cum from both men still leaked slowly from her pussy and down her thighs. Every small bump in the road made her whimper softly. Damian’s hand stayed between her legs the entire ride, two thick fingers buried deep inside her, slowly stirring and fingering her cum-filled cunt while he casually checked emails on his phone. Aria bit her lip hard, trying not to moan too loudly in front of the driver.

He thought for a second, then asked, "What's the dirtiest thing Damien's done to you?" Heat crawled up my neck. Damien was my casual hookup, the guy I'd been seeing on and off for three months—dominant, rough, the kind who left marks I had to cover up. Elliot knew about him, but we'd never talked details. "He tied me up last time. Blindfolded. Made me beg for hours." Elliot's jaw tightened, but he nodded. "Your turn." "Dare." I leaned closer, the wine buzzing in my veins. "Kiss my neck. Like you mean it."

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.

I came violently, screaming her name as my pussy clenched and squirted around her thick cock. Lena flipped me onto my back and fucked me through my orgasm with brutal, deep strokes until she finally pulled out and rubbed her cock all over my face and tits, marking me with my own juices. We lay there afterwards, breathing heavily. Lena pulled me into her arms and kissed me gently. “This stays between us,” she whispered. “For now.” I nodded, tracing patterns on her chest. “I don’t want this to stop.” “It won’t,” she promised, her hand possessively cupping my sore pussy. “You’re mine now, Jamie. My dirty little secret.”

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.