Dirty Readings Novels & Stories

He grabbed his cock and gave it one last stroke, slapping the heavy length against my glossy lips and spilling the final seeds of his semen across my cheek and chin. "You're a naughty little bitch, Taryn," he panted, looking down at the mess he'd made on my face. He didn't give me time to clean up. He hauled me up, his eyes dark with a wild and intense hunger. He spun me around and bent me over the marble-topped vanity, my chest pressing against the cold stone.

Returning to the mirror for last makeup touches, it dawned on me that I either have to wipe the whole thing off and go bare face or I’ll have to start the makeup all over again. The black mascara trailed down my face, making me look like a panda that is losing her black furs and the lipstick gone due to constant licking of lips. Heaving a sigh, I grabbed a face wipe and wiped it all off. Opting for a natural look, I grabbed my bag and walked out of my room. Besides I’m not going there to impress anybody. Daniel ignored me as I walked past him in the living room. Too angry to care, I opened the door and walked into the cold night. I wrapped my coat round my body as I sashayed towards the blac

I unlocked my phone, I clicked on Alex's pictures, a picture of him shirtless in the gym. Mmmm..I moaned softly as my fingers moved from my lap to my inner thighs,from my inner thighs to my cunt. I rubbed my cunt in a circular motion without taking my eyes off my phone screen. "Yes.. Alex...I am fucking wet for you, you like that pussy? Oh fuck..." I moaned almost whispering "Yes… Alex." I imagined him watching her. "You like the sound of that?" I felt gush of liquid dripping down. I fingered my wet pussy with my 2 fingers deep inside.

--- --- Clearer. --- --- And finally— --- Free. --- ---

We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets. “So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together.

Roman is afraid of what I might do. I get out of my chair. "I'd like to shower before I eat. Would you like to join me?" I ask him. I run my hand down to his bulging pants after I touch his chest. I stroke his cock with a few light pats. I'm sure he wants me. The bulge in his pants says he wants. "I cannot fuck you," Roman says. I snicker. "You don't have to fuck me, just watch me shower and play with my pussy," I tease him.

This time, she sat. The leather was expensive. Everything in this room probably costs more than her monthly salary. Adrian took his seat across from her and slid a thick folder across the desk. “What’s that?” she asked. “Your lifeline.” She opened it cautiously. Legal language greeted her. Dense. Precise. Intimidating. “NDA?” she asked. “Yes.” “Plural?” “Yes.” She flipped pages, eyes widening. “Non-disclosure, non-disparagement, media conduct—are you serious?”

This one made my pulse spike. I rushed forward, glancing once more at the blood on the floor. I grabbed the small emergency cleaning kit hidden under my desk and began wiping frantically. My hands moved so fast they ached, but no matter how hard I scrubbed, the faint smear still clung stubbornly to the polished tile. I tossed the cloth aside, splashed water from the small dispenser, wiped again, and again, until the red stains faded to nothing but a faint shine. My breathing grew sharp, shallow, suffocating.

His fingers are careful at first, almost clinical, but as he dabs, his knuckles brush my skin, sending sparks everywhere. I watch his face as he works. He’s trying so hard to keep his eyes on the stain, not on me. I can see the war in his expression; duty warring with something much darker. I hold my breath, arch my back just a bit, and let my lips part, eyes half-lidded. “Is it coming out?” I ask, voice trembling for effect. He swallows. “It’s…stubborn.” I let out a breathy laugh, tilting my head. “Some things are.”

I said to myself. I forced myself to stand up from the bed and pulled off the bed sheets stained with my blood. I was still fully naked. I felt so much pain in my thighs and vagina as I came down from the bed. I folded the bed sheets and took it to the bathroom, then soaked it in water. Then I turned on the shower to take my bath again. While in the shower, I roughly scrubbed my body parts that Antonio touched but I didn't still feel clean. I still felt dirty, unclean and used.