Dirty Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.

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.

“Quiet slut.” I opened the drawer as saw that she had a strap-on harness with a thick dildo. Perfect "It’s time for your punishment. I’m going to ride this cock in your ass." She lay back as she looked at the dildo with list filled eyes and I loved the way her tits jiggled then I climbed on, lining her asshole up with the strap-on. It stretched me wide as I sank down.

They laid her on her side and fucked her ass, praising its tight, reluctant grip. The dirty talk was a constant, filthy soundtrack. “Such a good little anal whore for strangers.” “Bet you’ve never had this many dicks in one day, you fucking dorm bunny.” “Suck it clean, get it ready for your pussy again.” “I’m gonna cum so deep in this gangbang cunt, it’ll drip out of you for days.” “Her throat’s so fucking tight, I’m gonna paint her tonsils.”

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit erotic content, including dubcon/non-consensual elements (spanking, dominance/submission, coercion into sexual acts), group sex (FFM), BDSM (humiliation, punishment, toys), power imbalance, and degradation. Reader discretion advised – possible triggers for rough handling and emotional manipulation. CHAPTER ONE This is for Riley , Julian reminded himself, You’re doing this to help Riley.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

“Good girl. Now keep stroking me while you talk. I want that hand working my cock till I decide what to do with you next.” I did as he said, gripping him tighter and jerking him steady. “I fantasize about you all the time. When Jake’s asleep I rub my clit thinking about your mouth sucking my tits and your dick pounding me from behind. Make me your dirty secret because I need to feel wanted like this.” My free hand reached down to rub my own clit while I stroked him. The dual sensation had me panting loudly, my body trembling on the edge again. He watched me with hungry eyes, his hips bucking into my hand. “Keep going slut. Rub that clit for me. Show me how you touch yourself when your husban

His dressing reminds me of the Normandy boys in one of the books I read. Those boys mingled with French women who had once been with German soldiers, pinning them against tanks and the ruins of France, fucking them until the women were beside themselves. I want Daniel to break me like those soldiers. But first, I have to corrupt him. I have to teach him the dirty, beautiful things the priest taught me. “I’ve been busy,” I lie smoothly. “My mother has been watching me.” He tilts his head, a line forming between his brows. “She always watches you, but you always find a way out.”

I want him to empty them in my throat or flood my pussy again. I’m such a dirty slut for this, on my knees in church with my fingers buried in my own cunt while people are still sitting in the pews. “Fuck, look at you,” Damien growled, his grip in my hair tightening as he pulled my head back so I had to look up at him again. His cock was shiny and dripping with my spit now, the head an angry dark red. “You’ve got your fingers knuckle-deep in that sloppy pussy while you suck on my balls like a bitch in heat. Tell me what you’re thinking about while you do it. Tell me how bad you want this cock back inside you.”

"I want you to use rope, or your belt, anything... I want to be helpless. I... I want you to spread me wide and eat my pussy. " My fingers tightened around his shaft, squeezing as I began to stroke him again slowly, twisting my wrist at the head to tease the sensitive slit while looked up at him seductively through my lashes. "And then..." I whispered, leaning up to brush my lips against his jawline without actually kissing him. "Then I want you to fuck me all night long. I want it hard, rough, and dirty. I want you to take me in every position you can think of and I want you to fuck me in every corner of this room, until I can’t walk straight. I want to be ruined." Immediately the words spi