Dirty Mind Test Novels & Stories

“Before any of you continues...mindlinks will be detected.” He pointed toward a mounted machine at the front: a silver contraption pulsing faint blue waves. “This device can track mindlink activity. Any form of communication during the exam will be considered cheating. And cheating means disqualification. Those involved will start over next lunar year as refreshers.” Groans and murmurs rippled through the room. One male student at the back grumbled, “Alright, alright, old man. We heard these instructions already...before this ugly princess walked in.” The entire class inhaled sharply.

If there is another life, I wish I could be born into an ordinary family, and that I could meet you again with a clean slate. I stood there for a long time after finishing the letter. Then, I walked to the window and watched the snow drift down outside. There was no anger, no grief, not even a ripple of emotion. Only an immense, boundless emptiness. So this was the truth. What had fueled all that evil was not some twisted love, but another warped and pitiful soul. I tossed the letter and the brown envelope into the fireplace together. Orange flames swallowed the words in seconds, turning them into ash.

If they were lucky and able to do things well, they’d manage to see their names at the top one hundred overall list of this year’s exam together with the previous rank holders. After Mage Hunt, another mental test would suffice. The House of Avarice, the second to the last exam, was all about restraining. The remaining people have to enter a house made of magic together. Of course, the house would not be normal. It would be under a strong spell that would make people lose restraint to themselves. Inside this house as well, all the examinees' deepest desire in life would appear to the examinees’ own eyes through a different spell. They would be given a time to stay at the house and the people

I gave her a meaningful look and thought, "What's Diana laughing about? Yvette had mentioned that she didn't like to bathe. However, I don't smell any odor from her. I heard she went ten days without washing and let men lick her body clean. "Ew, what kind of fetish is that? Making money these days really is tough." Diana's expression became even darker than Quinn's. She turned and slapped Yvette in the face. "You b*tch! No matter how filthy I am, I'm still cleaner than you. Aren't you afraid of catching something when you sleep around with men all the time?" She stomped away after saying that, with my poor tomato plant still hanging from her foot. Yvette held her cheek, looking bewildered.

Aiden took a few photos, then came over, bringing them up on the screen. “I like the third one,” I said. “I look constipated in the last one.” Conor snorted. “Okay, we’ll use the third one.” He passed me Milka, then plugged the camera into the laptop and copied the picture into another folder. Then he brought up the browser, went to F******k, and headed to the Dirty J. fan page. Whoa. So, he wasn’t joking about the questions. They had hundreds of notifications and messages, and it looked like they were all asking about Milka.

I lay back, my chest heaving with frustration. "I am your dark mistress. I am so skilled in the art of denial. Obey me. You are denied. Denied. I will break your brain, train your body. Say it. Say it for me. 'Break my brain, train my body', say it, Dan. Say it." If it meant I get to cum, I'll say anything. "Break my brain, train my body." "Again." "Break my brain, train my body." "Again." "Break my brain, train my body, break my brain, train my body, break my brain, train my body, break my brain, break my brain, break my brain. Please Anna."

He was not in a good state of mind, and besides, it was already too late and so he considered staying the night here, drinking himself to stupor, lying with a lady or two and then resuming in the morning. He called the madam of the brothel and she came through, flashing huge boobs at him. “What's your spec?” she asked. “Get me a rider, a bad one.” “500” she said, stretching an arm. “You'll have her all night.” The bed creaked violently under their movement. Nate grabbed both breasts in his hand, tweaking her nipples as she rose and fell on him, her screams ringing in his ear. He spanked her once, and then again “Bad girl” he whispered and she went harder, her nails digging into his thighs.

My head is turned sideways already, so I don’t have to turn my head to see. His monster cock is wet from root to tip and milky with both my orgasm and his pre-cum. It’s disturbingly erotic, him baring the evidence of his infidelity to his wife like this. And even though I think he’s crazy for doing something like this, I’m equally sick for finding it so damn hot. He must have infected me.

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

I turned on the tap and poured water onto my face, ending all lustful hallucinations. I turned on the shower, washing up my body and I felt a shiver down my spine when my fingers slipped past my nipples. I began washing off every wetness from thighs and pussy. Flashes of Jack’s cock keep flooding into my head, so I rinsed off my body and used my finger to circle my tits. Then I rubbed my pussy gently, rubbing my clit as I felt the sensation spread out through my body. I shoved one finger into my cunt gently. Then I used two fingers circling my clit, then faster, my hips rocking up my hands.