Dirty Fantasy Novels & Stories

The club was packed. I felt small hands slowly trailing down my body, opening my eyes. The first thing I saw was a woman wearing a black lingerie. She is attractive but all I could think about was her. The woman has smooth toned chocolate skin, she's tall and skinny, her black afro looked healthy. she wore a perfect amount of makeup, I sat there, my legs parted. She smirked then sat on my lap. Her arms snaked around my neck, she slowly leaned in and began to grind on my dick. My mind immediately thought about Gabriella doing this to me. I tried my best to not think about her but my thoughts were only filled with her.

“I’m going to take her because he asked me to. We’ll be right at the front anyway, so she’ll be safe.” “You haven’t seen them in the masses,” she murmured. “We’ll have Ajay and my new friend Brian.” I grinned. “Okay, none of them will fuck with Ajay. Not even their screaming, fangirling, obsessive asses are that dumb.” “Wow, you make it sound appealing.” “Hey, if you’re the girlfriend of a Dirty J. boy, you gotta accept that.” “I never said I was his girlfriend. We’re just being . . . us.”

Unice said, and I lifted Unice's thighs as my sperm dripped out of her pussy while my dick was still inside her. "I'll take care of that," I responded, picking up a tissue from the car. I took my dick from her pussy, and the sperm immediately spilled from her pussy; she touched the hem of her dress, and I cleaned the sperm from her pussy. "It's okay now," I murmured, and she stared at me and put on her underwear. "I'll just take time to rest, but what we did was unsafe, and Max saw us," Unice said, her face flushed as I scratched my head and smiled.

Cathy almost interrupted when we got to that part, but Spencer had to cover her mouth with his hand. That had resulted in her biting his finger, which created disruption because they started acting lovey dovey, but Blake was quick to reprimand them, letting me continue my story. When I was finally done, Cathy was the first to start talking. "You had sex with the mafia man? You're not a virgin anymore? How was it? How big is he? Oh my fucking God. I've seen a picture of him once and damn, it got me wet. Can you link me up with one of the men in the mafia? Sorry, babe." She directed at Spencer who was watching her in amusement.

He kept on pacing around, looking for ideas to solve the current situation on ground. "Arghhh" he screamed out and punched the wall hard in frustration as he couldn't come up with an idea. His fingers raked through his hair agitatedly. The only thing that could calm him down right now is rough sex, a sex where he would be able to pour all his anger and frustration into and he didn't even need to search for whom he would do that with as he already has one at home, his new sex doll, Gemma.

Vance Celeste was falling apart in my arms. Dean and July were having a forbidden affair, but what I was doing is far worse. I was thinking of my best friend’s daughter in ways I shouldn’t. The worst part of it, she calls me Daddy and it makes my dick so hard. If Dean knew she called me that, he’d kill me. I never had a thing for daddy kink. Hell, I never even thought of Celeste calling me that. Until one night, she did and I loved it. The thought has me wanting to take her to bed and I’m not talking about going to sleep. I want to tear her clothes off and rip her little panties off with my teeth.

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

His free hand dipped into her leggings, finding her panties soaked. "Fuck, you're wet," he said, fingers circling her clit through the fabric. She bucked, moaning his name. The realism hit her—the scratch of the rug, the pop of embers, his stubble rasping her skin. No fantasy; this was Max, the guy who'd bandaged her scraped knees, now unraveling her.

Marcus choked her from behind while Damien rubbed her clit fast and rough. “Such a perfect little cum dump,” Marcus groaned in her ear. “Taking two Daddy cocks at the same time. You were made for this.” She came violently, squirting all over Marcus’s lap and the rug, body shaking uncontrollably. They kept thrusting through it, harder, filthier. “Again,” Damien demanded, slapping her clit. “Come like the dirty girl you are.” Jenna screamed and squirted a second time, tears running down her flushed cheeks.