Dirty Laundry Book Novels & Stories

Ready And Wet For My Stepdaddy 4 Walking around with Daddy’s cum still leaking out of me feels so filthy… and I love it. After breakfast, I spent the rest of the morning doing normal things — or at least pretending to. I cleaned the kitchen while wearing nothing but Dean’s t-shirt, feeling his warm load slowly dripping down my inner thighs with every step. Every time I bent over, I made sure he got a view of my bare, creamy pussy. He watched me like a predator the entire time, his cock half-hard in his sweatpants.

He said and walked out of the room. I painfully crawled to the bed edge holding the ground for support and then slowly made my way down. I had only thirty minutes to clear this mess, would I be able to do it? I had to struggle hard. I made it to the bed and supported myself up. Where should I even start from? I moved across the room, crawling in the water on the tiled floor, it was slippery and it was difficult to move on it... I could not stand up because of my hurting ribs. My books were soggy in the water. Thank goodness the water hadn't reached the clothes. Quickly, I bent down and started to pack the clothes aside... How would I get this stain out of the clothes before thirty minutes? I

I realized that the person I was talking to was the only woman in the room who didn't participate in Vera's pranks. Knowing that the woman was only a little gruff but with no ill intentions, I replied. "Yes, I'm done here." She was thrashing a shirt still covered with soap bubbles, shaking her head. "These enslaved people are already dirty after wearing less than a minute. You don't need to waste time cleaning; make it look good." My hand hanging the shirt froze slightly; I stroked the faded bodice. Even though I didn't know how to wash clothes before, I still try to clean them today because my brother hates dirt; he loves cleanliness.

Wesley followed close behind, cracking jokes to keep spirits up, his energy lighter but his eyes serious. After the last of them had been wheeled out, I stood in the middle of the car, surrounded by silence. The cabin looked like a war zone. Open water bottles rolled across the floor. Used barf bags sat bloated in the corner. Blankets and jackets were strewn across the seats. The air still hung heavy with the sour stench of vomit and disinfectant. I grabbed a clean towel and began wiping down a row of seats. I wasn’t on staff. It wasn’t my job. But I needed to do something.

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

Yeah, it was a perfectly normal after school activity. I ended up jumping into the dirty container and found the small, black book the moment my feet touched the container's floor. It sat there, calm and imposing just like it had been in my dream. I brushed the hair off my face, noting how odd and stupid I most likely looked now as I bent to pick the book. It felt light and heavy at the same time, if that made sense and I opened the first page gingerly. It contained faded ink which I could probably read if I was in a more conducive environment, not this dumpster. I hastily shoved the book into my tote bag and managed to climb out of the container with as much dignity as I could muster.

Ryan palmed himself, he held his c**k in one hand and continuously slapped it with the other hand. ‎ ‎Anticipation built up like a dam as she began to think of what a massive c**k like that would feel like. ‎ ‎Elena was jolted awake by a loud knock on her door. She looked around, there was no naked man about to plunge into her, her shorts were still on her waist. ‎ ‎It had been a dream. ‎ ‎What has come over me? Elena berated herself as disappointment covered her like a blanket. ‎

Elena shoved me onto it, face down, then flipped me over like I weighed nothing. "Get naked," she ordered, standing over me with her hands on her hips, her own body already glistening in the afternoon winter light filtering through the frost-rimmed curtains. I scrambled to obey, peeling off my clothes and tossing them aside. I was completely bare, my skin flushed, my length tight and aching.

She endured it all alone for months. My blood shot eyes flew to the stain on her uniform. It looked like she had tried to wash it clean, but the stubborn grease had refused to come off. The stain dragged from one side of her uniform collar down her body, leaving a stain on the front and back. What on earth did the brat spill on her. “Sara, for the last time, who did that?” “Lucas please, it's nothing. We were just playing around and…” “Sara!!!”

Soft afternoon light spilled through the gap. I stopped just outside and looked in. Richard sat on the edge of his large bed. His shirt was open. His trousers were pushed down to his thighs. His fist was wrapped around a thick hard cock that looked even bigger than I had imagined in every filthy fantasy. He stroked himself in long firm pulls, the head already shiny and dark. The wet sound of his hand moving over the shaft filled the quiet room. My mouth went dry. My pussy clenched so hard I almost made a sound.