Dirty One Shots Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Lionel had never gotten into any scandals during his marriage to that rich city socialite. But me? I ended up catching STDs after marrying Jamie, becoming the neighborhood joke. Seeing Lionel's affectionate gaze as he looked at me, Tracy rushed between us again, pushing us apart. "Lionel, don't think Shirley will accept your so-called open marriage now that you're married," she snapped. "She just hasn't been with other men yet. Once she gets to know Jamie, she'll dump you, you dirty scum!" Luckily, I had lived through this before and seen how Tracy chased after Lionel after my marriage in my past life. Otherwise, I might've actually fallen for her fake concern.

Jane murmured. This was so satisfying to watch. I knew she had a thing for me and it always irritated me how the women batted their lashes at me with every given opportunity they get. But now, a perfect opportunity has presented itself in front of me. “Now, here comes my proposal. Considering the fact you’re in love with me already, I can still fuck you without offering you anything. But because I’m Jordan Denver and I’m generous, I’ll offer you five million dollars every time you satisfy me and give me a good fuck.” I said as I took out my cheque booklet from my drawer.

“Hope you brought extra batteries for that camera of yours Noah because you are definitely going to want to film every single dirty thing we are about to do to you.” My throat went dry my cock throbbed hard again and just like that we were completely alone with nothing but the mountain and two nights of whatever they wanted to do to me.

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.

Cain finally roared and came deep inside Diane. Then his brain finally turned on and he yanked out of Diane abruptly, shooting ropes all over her. Horror slammed into him as Diane giggled despite herself, gathering up his cum and licking it off her fingers. Cain, once more sane and thinking straight, finally confronted the truth, staring at the blood on his spent dick.

Ashby teases, shooting me a playful wink. I roll my eyes, "Very funny." Summoning a waiter, we place our orders – a bottle of whiskey, vodka, gin, and rum, a symphony of spirits to fuel the night. Water is ordered for Ashby, who, in a fleeting commitment to health, claims to be on a diet. The vibrant scene around us continues to unfold, a tableau of desire, laughter, and camaraderie against the backdrop of the club's dynamic ambiance.

Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

He placed three shot glasses filled with dirty brown liquid in front of us. Drinking wasn’t new to me, but the mix was stronger than what I regularly take. It scorched my throat and sent a tingly feeling through my fingertips. Apple and Robin paid for a few more shots of colorful and funny dirty named drinks before they dragged me to the dance floor. It reeks everywhere and everyone has somebody to dance with. Apple got a blond guy kissing her neck, massaging her breast like they were big dough, while Robbin found a brunette whose hands went under her dress to only she-knows-where.

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

We stepped into the outdoor shower together under the dark sky full of stars. Cool water started raining down over our bodies the second Kyle turned it on, soaking my thin dress and making it stick to my skin. I sighed as the water ran over my tits and down between my legs, washing some of the mess away. But Kyle did not even let me catch my breath. He spun me around fast and bent me over against the cool tiled wall, my hands pressing flat on the tiles and my ass pushed out toward him. “We came here to clean up but I need to fuck you again first,” he growled, already lining his thick cock up with my dripping hole from behind.