Dirty Mind Test Novels & Stories

His laugh grated on her last nerve and she hoped he choked on it. Oh, and don’t you worry, they had a test for that as well, a normal test. Legit, they tested her fucking IQ with a computer based test and had her sit down with a psychologist. He showed her ink blots and asked for her interpretations. By this point she was exhausted, annoyed, and tempted to mess with him, to lead him to believe she had homicidal tendencies. Which she was feeling a bit homicidal at the time actually. Instead, she plastered a smile and said what well-adjusted people would, no that’s a stream of clear water, not a river of blood flowing from your jugulars which I just sliced open doctor. It seemed Grayson Godwin

I unlocked my phone, I clicked on Alex's pictures, a picture of him shirtless in the gym. Mmmm..I moaned softly as my fingers moved from my lap to my inner thighs,from my inner thighs to my cunt. I rubbed my cunt in a circular motion without taking my eyes off my phone screen. "Yes.. Alex...I am fucking wet for you, you like that pussy? Oh fuck..." I moaned almost whispering "Yes… Alex." I imagined him watching her. "You like the sound of that?" I felt gush of liquid dripping down. I fingered my wet pussy with my 2 fingers deep inside.

His hand stayed firm on her throat, the other still holding one of her legs wide open so he could watch every twitch of her soaked, stretched cunt taking him. “You’re a very bad student,” he growled as he fucked her mercilessly, hips slamming into her. “Failing all my tests and exams. And now you’re going to use this tight little pussy to work for better grades. Every changed grade… every A I give you… you’ll earn it right here on this desk.” “Look at the mess you’re making,” he continued, voice rough. “Drenching my cock… dripping down the desk. Such a filthy little student.”

When the question paper landed in front of me, my stomach dropped. Halfway through, my concentration shattered. “Discuss the doctrine of mens rea in relation to…” The words blurred. Instead, my mind dragged me back to Kendra’s bedroom — the wet, filthy sound of her soaked pussy taking every inch of Professor Reed’s cock, her full breasts bouncing wildly, her desperate cries of “Harder, Professor!” Heat flooded my core. I shifted in my seat, horrified at how my body was reacting while I was supposed to be writing the most important test of the semester.

I looked down, my eyes widening in pure horror as the new message populated on the screen. "Unknown; Look at that, your reputation is already in the gutter. Let's make a deal. If you don't drop out of the duet or botch the performance next week, the hospital photo goes on the forum next. Let's see how your scholarship and your precious GPA handle a prostitution scandal like that. Clock is ticking, Dark Bird." My breath completely caught. The trap was perfectly laid. If I sang well, my life was ruined by the blackmailer. If I dropped out or botched it, my GPA died, and my only ticket out of the club life evaporated.

“Ava! You’ve been in there for like twenty minutes, I gotta pee too, open up before I piss in your mom’s ficus!” I didn’t answer fast enough. She banged again. “Ava Marie, I swear to god if you’re in there dying I’m kicking this door down and you know I will!” I unlocked it. She shoved in, still in yesterday’s party clothes, hair sticking up everywhere, and froze the second she saw my face and the three tests lined up on the sink like little traitors. Her eyes went wide. “No. No way. Tell me those are negative. Tell me right now or I’m gonna lose my shit.”

“Unless you want someone to walk in and hear what a desperate whore you are for me. Do you want that, babygirl? Want someone to hear how wet your cunt is while I finger you in a public bathroom?” I shook my head quickly, but my pussy clenched hard around his fingers. Victor smirked. “Liar. Your pussy just squeezed me so fucking tight when I said that.” He started fucking me slowly with his fingers while the plug continued vibrating in my ass. The dual sensation was overwhelming. I could feel the toy buzzing against the thin wall separating my holes, and every time Victor curled his fingers, I nearly sobbed from how good it felt. “Did it make you feel dirty, babygirl? Being so full and so wet

Spent a little quality time with a shower head. It was a lie, but I wish it hadn't been. These are like cubical showers with little privacy so even the thought of using myself to get off felt wrong. But maybe that felt right... LimberJack: well good morning to you! my tongue would love to get aquatinted with your pussy. Is it bare? LonelyGirl: Depends on if I'm w someone or not ;) LimberJack: ok so pretend from now until this test is over you are with me. how would that pretty pussy look?

The red light brothel was still lively and a few high-profiled billionaires strolled around the place with beautiful courtesans clinging like bloodsucking leeches to their arms. Boarded on an exclusive black elevator, Mort went down to Underground Zero. He traversed the empty, cold, and dim red hallway. When he arrived, the cold-blooded man opened the room. Vladimir's personal assistant covered in blood and sleeping, chained to the wooden star opened up to him. From the dim corner, Mort stepped into the chair opposite the traitor's PA and sit, waiting for the man to wake up.

It's like I'm being crushed by a slowly closing trash compactor with two equally horrific decisions on either side, and no matter which way I choose to turn I'll be crushed into pulp. Orin returns with the tests. "I'll sit with you," he says. "Uh, no, you won't. I have to pee on them, remember?" He hesitates. "Right. Good point. I'll be down here, waiting." I grab the bag and hurry up to the bathroom. Four big glasses of water and four tests later, I have my results.