Dirty Gay Novels & Stories

I am completely speechless. I did not mean it. I do not really like to be called daddy, since my dad is a complete jerk. Remove my fingers from her vagina. Gina yells at me immediately, “ No! Cody...Do not stop... Put your fingers back in right now... Please... I am about to climax... Put it in...” Gina is just like an animal. She rolls on my bed begging for sex. I feel disgusted and kick her off my bed.

Like slabs of meat. It was fucking weird. Then there was p**n. Straight, lesbian, gay, whatever the fuck else, it was all the same. Nasty, sloppy, rank. Fluids, sounds, shitty dirty talk from strangers. Too many weird body parts slamming together. And people actually liked that shit. They were dumbasses. The lot of them. That was the only explanation I had. They had to be, to get so crazy over this shit that, no matter what, I just didn’t get.

“You need a real man. Someone who can take control. Someone who can make you scream.” I smiled weakly but inside my heart was beating fast. I already knew a real man—Daniel, old, strong, and dominant. He made me feel things Mark never could. Even though we hadn't had full sex yet, his touches and dirty words were driving me crazy. What if we fucked? I would lose my fucking mind.

My thighs are slick, mascara burning my eyes, spit dangling from my lips as I stroke one cock and choke on the other. My fiancé’s face flashes in my head again—sweet, trusting—but the shame only makes my throat clamp tighter around the cock. I hate myself for it. God, maybe I love myself for it. Maybe I wouldn't mind him knowing or seeing me like this, ruined and filthy on my knees. In my head it was simple: get fucked by two black men, then walk down the aisle two days later. I never planned on the guilt turning me on this much. Thankfully, Anna’s voice cuts through it like a whip.

A couple minutes later, Sheila rolled onto her back, and Essence lay down beside her, and Sheila reached around, fondling her tits and cunt, while they both watched this impressively muscular black stud destroying Dottie's pussy. "Come inside me... come inside me, please... come inside me," Dottie begged. "I need it so bad!" "Get ready, slut," Big Jim grunted, continuing to fuck her for an additional few deep strokes, before he shoved her against a nearby wall and erupted inside her. As he filled her pussy with her load number five, she screamed, "Yes, fuuuuuuuuck!" as she wrapped her legs around him as best she could, and looked directly into the camera... her eyes filled with unbridled lus

You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying. It's madness, a disease, call it whether you want ... .It doesn’t change the fact that you have no control over your body, thoughts or actions. And the only cure? Take a wild guess. I stumbled into the restroom, picking the farthest stall before locking it and slamming my back against it. One hand found my blouse, slipped into it and found my boob….The other found its way into my mouth. I was panting, everything in me racing. And like any dirty girl would, I let my mouth welcome the two fingers.

“My personal mile-high slut.” The dirty words combined with the choking and deep penetration pushed her toward another peak. Lila pushed back against him, meeting every thrust as best she could in the cramped quarters. The mirror captured every filthy detail, his powerful body slamming into her from behind, her face contorted in pleasure, the risk of discovery hanging over them like a blade. Damien fucked her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin barely concealed by the engine noise. He spanked her ass sharply, the sound echoing dangerously. “Come again. I want to feel this pussy milk my cock.”

The raw dirty words spilled out natural because they felt completely true in the heat of the moment. His cock felt perfect stretching me owning me completely and making me forget everything else. I reached back grabbing his thigh pulling him even deeper loving how full and used I felt with him buried to the hilt. “God you’re perfect for this kind of fucking Ava,” he groaned his thrusts turning erratic and desperate his balls drawing up tight. “Gonna fill you one more time before we even think about cleaning up this mess. Take every hot drop like the good daughter in law you are and milk me dry.”

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”

“Listen to that sloppy cunt. You’re dripping all over my cock, baby. Making a mess in my car.” His dirty words pushed me higher. I rode him faster, grinding down hard on every stroke, chasing that perfect pressure against my clit. My thighs started to shake. My breath came in short, desperate pants. He released my nipple with a wet pop and looked up at me, eyes dark and wild. “You’re close,” he said. It wasn’t a question. “I can feel you squeezing me. Come for me, Daisy. Let me feel this pretty pussy come all over my cock.”