Dirty Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

I imagined him behind me, pressing his thick cock against my ass while his fingers plunged inside me. I dipped two fingers into my dripping entrance, pumping slowly, my other hand squeezing my breast through the dress. “Mmm… Jace,” I moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Please… fuck me.” My fingers moved faster, slick sounds filling the luxurious bathroom. I was soaked, arousal coating my thighs as I chased the fantasy. In my head, he had me bent over, collar around my throat, calling me his dirty little secret while Mia slept downstairs. “Oh god… yes, Sir…” The word slipped out unbidden, sending a fresh gush of wetness over my fingers.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

Immediately I say this, the room goes very quiet. I can still hear the clink of bottles, and the shifting of bodies on the couch, but no one is laughing anymore. Why though, it was a dare they gave me----- "Tell your deepest fantasy." Why are they all so quiet now? This is embarrassing. “I…” I try to chuckle, but it comes out as a strangled sound. "It's... just a fantasy.” Still no one says anything in reply and just stare at me awkwardly. Finally, my best friend clears her throat, "Okay... who's up for the next dare?"

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

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In the room were ten men, seated naked in a circle on single wooden chairs. The room was well lit and had a patient bed somewhere at the corner. There were charts of penises hung up on the walls and a banner on the wall that read boldly : TINY PRICK HUMILIATION Ana was a dominatrix. And the founder of the community that consisted of a group of sub men who had a fetish for humiliation, mockery and downgrading. “Welcome to TPH. My name is Anna and I am here to help you learn… how to own your disgraceful jokes of pricks.” Anna said, taking her seat on a couch at the top of the circle.

bitch in heat. His dick pulsated every few seconds and a new wave of dog cum welcomened inside my pussy. I drifted away a longer time, as i felt Diana was moving again. He tried to break our intimitate knot and wanted to leave his bitch alone. With a lot of pain and a huge plopping noise he disconnected our bodies. Instantly a huge amount of dog cum ran down my legs and even beetween them, was a a huge puddle of dog cum. I dipped my finger in it just to taste it. It tasted strong and different from man cum. But in a strange way it was tasty. Diana`s dick squirted cum on the grass and i couldnt resist to move closer. I got down and got closer with my face. His cum landed on my face and my li

He sipped black coffee, eyes locked on his terminal. ShadowFox, his online alias, had been toying with a mysterious lover named NightWhisper for months. Their encrypted chats escalated from flirtation to explicit commands, sharing fantasies of control and surrender. But lately, NightWhisper's hacks felt too familiar, mirroring his own style in ways that screamed rival. Jordan's chat window pinged. It was him, PhantomByte, challenging her to a live duel in a virtual arena. “Ready to lose again, Fox?” she typed, smirking. But another window flickered.

The fantasy is over. But I already can't wait for next month.

Damien stood over me, stroking himself and occasionally slapping my tits or pinching my clit. The dirty talk never stopped. Rafael: “That’s it, choke on my fat cock while you bounce on his dick. You’re such a filthy little cumslut for us.” Elias: “Your pussy feels incredible… so warm and wet. I’m going to fill you up soon.” Damien: “Look at you, Nova. Three men using every hole. You’re going to be leaking our cum for days.” They changed positions again and again. I was on my back with Elias between my legs, fucking me slow and deep while Rafael and Damien took turns fucking my mouth.