Dirty Nun Novels & Stories

abruptly, and his face turned black. It seemed that they were in a crisis of trust. "You idiot, if you want to monopolize me, you can say it directly. You don't need to be jealous." He used a teasing tone to cover up his ridicule and dissatisfaction with her. As soon as he finished his words, Sonia got up in a hurry, put her hands on her hips, glared at him and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you at all. I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you touch another woman and then come to touch me. Don't touch me again. You are dirty!" "So I should keep my integrity for you?" He turned around, with his head resting on one hand, and looked at her playfully. "It is a clean living. If you go out and

"It looks like you knocked your head when you ran. You're still acting stubborn. But no worries, wife, I'll knock your head back to your reality." We reached the end of the hallway, and he opened another door. He flicked on a switch, and red lights bathed the room in an ominous glow. My eyes widened in fear and apprehension as I took in my surroundings. The room was a nightmarish gallery of bondage and discipline, submission, and masochism—a true BDSM dungeon. As my eyes adjusted to the eerie red light, I took in the full extent of what surrounded me. Every wall, every corner, was adorned with implements of control and pain.

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“Your cunt is dripping like a faucet. No panties either? You dirty fucking girl. Were you playing with yourself in your room earlier? Is that why you took so long? Stuffing that tight pussy and thinking about me?” I whimpered quietly, hips twitching involuntarily against him. His dirty talk was turning me into liquid fire. I’d crushed on Nick for years—his tall, athletic body, sharp jaw, the way he commanded every room. Now he was under me, hard as steel, whispering the most depraved things while our parents sat just feet away. Without warning, two thick fingers plunged deep into my soaked pussy.

I drove my fingers harder and deeper at the thought, my lower abdomen shuddering violently at the friction. “Ooh .yes.. shit..” I groaned, arching my back off the floor, imagining his handsome, severe face looking at me, calling me his dirty slutty student as he rammed his weight into me. “Ahh…ahh ..oohh.” My thighs vibrated uncontrollably as my vision went completely dark. The sudden, intense gush of hot liquid coating my fingers were exactly the release I needed. With a trembling hand, I killed the video, threw my headset on the bed and finally walked into the bathroom.

Damien hauled him up by the front of his hoodie and shoved him toward the bed. “Strip. Now.” Elias’s hands shook as he pulled off his hoodie and jeans. His body felt exposed under Damien’s hungry gaze, slim chest, narrow waist, the soft curve of his ass, his hard cock bobbing between his legs. Damien pushed him face-down onto the bed, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented. He spat on Elias’s hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. “No condom,” Damien growled. “I’m going to fuck you raw. And when I cum inside you, you’re going to keep every drop.”

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

10 Damien. There’s a kind of peace that comes right after sex. Not the romantic, pillow-talk kind. I’m talking about the deep, animalistic silence when your body’s wrecked, your mind’s blank, and your chest is still rising like you’ve just fought a war and barely made it out. That’s the kind of peace I had, wrapped around Lila in my bed, sweat drying on our skin, her leg hooked lazily over my hip. The sun hadn’t even fully risen. My blackout curtains made sure of that.

Aisha had been scrolling through her phone late at night when the message popped up. Not on W******p or I*******m, but on a little app she downloaded months ago out of curiosity and never deleted. The kind of app that promised companionship and no strings unless you wanted it. The profile read: **Jaxon Reed **32 **Professional companion **Available for dinner, events, overnight **Rates start at 500k **Verified,no drama