Novel & Cerita Dirty Minded Poems

I wanted him to fuck me absolutely silly. ”You're so fucking hot when you scream like that,” he muttered, his large hands gripping my hips to keep me in place as he fucked my ass hard, each thrust sending me into another dimension. ‎“Milking my cock like a whore," he rasped. ‎I moaned loudly at his words, the dirty talk making my pussy completely flood with moisture. "Fuck me harder… I'll be your dirty little slut…put your big cock into any hole you want!" ‎We were a total sweaty mess as the sounds of our lovemaking filled the quiet room. He raised one of my legs up over the couch arm, the brutal new angle let him grind even deeper, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyes.

I sat in the dark room for awhile before deciding I needed to take a shower. My panties were still wet from Rider's teasing earlier. I felt dirty that I liked what he did to me so much. He didn't deserve my virginity but I knew that he would take it for his sooner or later. Part of me wanted him to ravage** me. To make me a whimpering needy mess. Just the thought of that made my cheeks darken. What if wrong with me, I've never had such dirty thoughts before. I felt my core starting to throb as I thought of Riders hands on me. Ugh, I need a shower and a cold one at that.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

Today, I had caught the fool with my own two eyes, trapped in a room with two freshman girls, fucking them both. Just thinking about the sight made me intensely nauseous. One had her mouth wrapped tightly around him while he licked the wet pussy of the other. The dirty, desperate moans of those idiotic girls still echoed in my head—especially the way one of them had looked up, locked eyes with me, and smiled cunningly right through her moans. The doorbell chimed again, abruptly interrupting the toxic spiral of my thoughts.

But my pussy clenched at that thought so I reached for the lube and poured a generous amount on my fingers and turned so the camera caught the curve of my backside. One slick finger circled the tight ring, pressing gently. The stretch burned so sweetly I gasped pushing deeper and feeling my inner walls flutter around the intrusion. “Fuck,” I moaned. “It feels so dirty… but I love it.” I worked the fingers and out slowly letting the fullness spread. My other hand found my clit rubbing in tight circles while I imagined a thick cock replacing my fingers, pushing into my ass while another filled my cunt. “I want to be bred tonight,” the words slipped out of my mouth sounding so raw and uncut. “I

My mind instantly became a filthy movie, one crude thought after another flashing through my head in half a minute. I stood up again and excused myself. I needed air. I needed to get my mind out of the fucking gutter and my heart to stop trying to beat its way out of my chest. But no amount of cold water on my face could wash away those dirty thoughts. Nothing could stop the porno playing in my head.

But they don’t know the truth. Deep down, I’m a filthy, cock-hungry little slut who gets dripping wet at the thought of being used, degraded, and completely ruined. Every night in my dorm bed, I finger my tight pussy thinking about being someone’s secret whore — choked, spanked, and fucked until I can’t walk straight. And today, that dark fantasy is standing right in front of me.

My mind screams no, but my blood says yes. God, if they knew… if they knew this is all I wanted, they’d never let me go back to being the sweet, boring bride. They’d see me for what I am: filthy. Hungry. A girl who wants two black cocks in her before she weds. I squeeze my eyes shut but when I open them again, the second dancer is already brushing the thick head of his cock against my lips. It’s soft enough to be mistaken for an accident, yet hard enough that I know it isn’t.

“My ways are anything but pure, father. And I fear that I may rot in hell as a result.” “Talk to me, child. What did you do?” He asked in an encouraging manner. Heart racing, I slipped my hand between my legs. I was already dripping wet by the time I slid my panties aside. Memories of my dreams started to flood my mind. I shut my eyes to allow everything play out. “When I go to bed every night,” I started, “I have unholy dreams about a man.”. As the words left my mouth, I started caressing my pussy lips with my index finger. Shivers ran up and down my back.