Dirty Fantasy Novels & Stories

“That’s your new reality. Coming here. Bending over for me. Taking my cock and my money whenever I want. No one else touches you. No one else even looks at you.” The dirty talk should have made me angry. Instead it made my hole clench around him and my cock twitch untouched. He reached around and stroked me roughly in time with his thrusts. I came embarrassingly fast—shooting across the floor with a broken moan while my hole spasmed around his cock.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets. “So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together.

“You’re already hard for me, you lying bitch. Is this what all that anger is, Sienna? Just one long, frustrated foreplay? Your cunt weeping for the enemy cock you swear you despise?” “Go to hell,” I snarled, but my voice cracked, my body arching into his touch like a whore. “I’m already there, darling. And you’re my favorite sin, the one I’ll burn for.” His hand slipped under my skirt, fingers shoving my lace panties aside with a brutal efficiency that tore the fabric slightly. His fingers slid through my wetness—drenched, shameful—and a guttural sound ripped from his chest, animalistic.

She whimpered, pushing back instinctively. “Relax,” he growled. “You’re taking my cock here tonight.” Another finger joined the first, scissoring, stretching. The burn was intense, filthy, perfect. She moaned into the sheets, hips rocking, pussy clenching around nothing. When he added a third finger, she was begging—slurred, desperate pleas for more. He pulled out abruptly. Replaced fingers with the blunt head of his cock. “Push back on me. Take it like the dirty little slut you are.”

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

As they exit the dressing room, Kat is waiting for her. “You rock girl,” Kat says. Kat hugs her. “Anytime you have an issue, you call me. I will come down here and kick some ass,” Reese says. We can eat at a restaurant or the Dungeon?” Luca asks Reese. “I have always wanted to see the Dungeon,” Reese replies. “The Dungeon it is,” Luca answers. The two arrive at the Dungeon. The Dungeon is well known for its erotic secrets. The Dungeon is a bar and restaurant, but what it is known for, is what goes on downstairs. The Dungeon is a place you can pay to have your fantasies come to life. No sex only play.

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.

He entered me again, his thrusts even wetter now, the friction creating a sloppy, desperate sound. "You're so fucking filthy," he whispered, his voice a dark, dirty rasp. "Covered in your own juice, being fucked in a conference center while your father waits at home for a signature." "Just...just finish it," I sobbed, my internal muscles clenching around him. "I'll finish you," he roared. He rammed into me with a feral violence, his hands bruising my hips as he claimed me one last time. I felt the second orgasm break over me, my voice cracking as I screamed into the marble. He let out a guttural groan, his body stiffening as he shot his load deep inside me, filling me to the brim with his cu

“Dripping down my fingers like a needy whore. This pussy is clenching so hard, begging to be fucked. You want my cock right here, don’t you? Want me to bend you over these seats and pound you while Jake watches the movie?” His dirty words made me gush. I nodded frantically, biting my knuckle to stay quiet. “Yesss… Alex… please…” He sped up, fucking me harder with his fingers, thumb rubbing my clit in tight, fast circles. The pressure coiled tighter in my belly. I was so close, right on the edge, thighs trembling, pussy fluttering around his thick digits. “Ooooh god… ahhhh… I’m gonna…I’m so close…” My voice cracked into a desperate whimper. I couldn’t hold back the moans much longer. My hips