Dirty Nun Novels & Stories

"Who knows how many dry-cleaning cycles it will take to get graveyard funk out of your soul? I’m gonna need a silkwood shower and probably soak myself in bleach. Twice.” Dante looked down at his bare chest, his arms, and turns them over like he's inspecting them for contamination. If you asked anyone who knew Dante Zerok to describe him in a few words, half would say "Unserious energetic, and annoyingly neat" and the other half would say "clean and effortlessly charming." Not just clean—obsessively clean. They weren't wrong.

“Wait. You've not seen it?” “Ava, I'll call you back”. I said, clicking the red button. My hands were shaking so bad as I turned on my mobile data to check the internet. Immediately I logged in, my eyes caught the first popped up news. Headline; THE DEVIL OF ITALY CAUGHT ON CAMERA WITH A WOMAN. In the picture, i looked just as Ava had described. Blurry and partly showed. While Damien still with that sophisticated and untouchable aura, held me firm by the waist like I was going to run if he took his hand off me for even a second.

*Can't wait to feel this monster split me,* the thought made her moan around him, vibrations drawing a hiss from Darius. He pulled her off gently after minutes of worship, cock glistening with her spit, strings connecting her lips to the tip. "Clothes off. Wanna see what I'm ruining." Jane scrambled up, peeling away tank and panties in a frenzy, the air cool on her flushed skin. Naked, she backed to the bed, sprawling on the sagging mattress, sheets smelling faintly of bleach and past fucks. Legs spread wide, knees to chest, she presented herself—pussy lips puffy and pink, hole winking slickly, clit begging. Darius loomed, shedding his shirt to reveal chiseled abs, then climbed over her, coc

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

"Look at you. Rubbing yourself right in front of me. You’re so fucking dirty, Jinna. You love being watched. You love knowing that I can see every bit of your heat. Does your daddy know you're this much of a slut? Does he know you're here right now, showing me how you play with yourself?" "He doesn't know... ohhh... Yesss… he doesn't…. Ahhh… he thinks I'm a good girl," she gasped. Her hand suddenly slowed down. She teased herself, barely touching the tip of her clit, making herself whine. Then, her hand moved in a blur. Her fingers were a frantic motion again, slapping against her wet skin. The sound was wet and rhythmic. Jinna let out a long, shaky moan. Her hand moved in fast, blurring mot

What kind of vitamin was that A, B, C, D, I learned everyone, but what the heck he was talking about, Max whispered the word, and I looked at Darius, That was the limit, "You...." I grabbed the bottle and turned it over Max's head; turned towards Darius, who might know about my sexual life which is none, empty, nada, zero, vacuum, "I am not taking you to any party," I snapped,

CHAPTER 2: SLUTTY GOOD GIRL SIDNEY'S POV I know that sounds ridiculous. I'm nineteen years old and I've never masturbated fully naked - but that's what a lifetime of purity culture does to you. It teaches you that your own body is something shameful, something dirty, something to be hidden even from yourself. Good girls wash themselves in the shower with their eyes closed. Good girls don't look too long in the mirror. Good girls certainly don't spread their legs and stare at their own glistening pussy while they fuck themselves with their fingers.

They paused, eyes devouring me, humanizing the moment with whispers. "You're beautiful, Wen. Always have been," Dustin murmured, unhooking my bra, his mouth descending on one breast, tongue swirling the nipple until it peaked hard. Ryan took the other, sucking gently, teeth nipping just enough to draw a gasp. I arched, hands roaming their chests: Dustin's firm muscles under flannel, Ryan's toned abs beneath his tee. "Touch me lower," I breathed, guiding their hands to my panties, already damp. Dustin obliged, fingers slipping inside, stroking my clit in firm circles while Ryan kissed me deeply, his free hand kneading my ass.

'Oh yes,' Destiny replied, 'I am VERY satisfied. The girl smiled knowingly. 'That's what we like to hear,' she responded and then led her back downstairs and to the door. Destiny couldn't stop thinking about her amazing encounter at the Adult Fun center. Finally, after all these years she knew how to fuck. She woke up horny on Sunday morning and had to rub herself before starting her day. Her hand just didn't seem to do the trick anymore and Destiny decided that she might need to visit a p**n shop the following weekend to buy a dildo that could be inserted. She had fallen in love with the feeling of being filled completely and the pumping of a cock. Damn, she might need to find an easy hooku