Dirty Readings Novels & Stories

This is insane! [Wait. The more I listen, the more it sounds like Bradley is telling the truth. That woman's been acting the whole time.] [If this is real, it's beyond disgusting. Monica isn't even gone yet, and the wife and the killer… I can't even think about it.] Sandra's face flushed bright red. "Bradley, stop slandering me! You're crazy! You've been blinded by hatred!" I didn't bother responding. I pulled out my phone and projected a heart rate monitor app onto the corner of the livestream.

A message from him. I hesitated, quickly scanning the room to make sure no one was watching me too closely. My fingers shook as I unlocked the screen. Fuckkkk… My stomach dropped, my pulse spiking as I saw it… another dick photo, this time not a “view once.” Before I could process, another message came: “I want you. I’m going to the bathroom. Can’t wait…”

The ground began to shake, the sky was covered with dark crimson shades, spreading rapidly. The top cracked, displaying abysmal darkness. It was a large crack in the sky showing the sky will crack to take the sinners to their worst nightmares. Thick, maroon coloured blood began to drip from it, it was rotten by one’s own sins, dripping continuously. Frightening everyone by the thick consistency of it.

Roman says. “Fantasy rooms?” Kat says. “Oh I see, then what is your fantasy?” Roman says. “You are,” Kat says. “I see, I am,” Roman says. “Yes, just don’t bite me,” Kat says. “I would never hurt you, Kat, never,” Roman says.

Electric burns that will fade by morning. Evidence. Proof. A map of everywhere they touched me. I don’t shower. I crawl into bed still dirty, still marked, still full of them. The rating notification comes in the morning. How would you rate your ride? Five stars. Additional comments? Bring the knife next time. And the wand. Maybe add a third driver. I want to see how much I can take.

"But the monitor is still there. Look." In the center of the dark room, the main screen was still faintly glowing, not with red, not with white, but with a dull, flickering grey. A single line of text appeared, written in a font that looked eerily like their mother’s handwriting. CLEANUP COMPLETE. REDUNDANT ASSETS IDENTIFIED. PURGE INITIATED IN 10... 9... 8... Pim scrambled to the keyboard, but the haptic interface was dead. The power was truly gone, yet the screen remained active, fed by a source she couldn't identify.

Unice said, and I lifted Unice's thighs as my sperm dripped out of her pussy while my dick was still inside her. "I'll take care of that," I responded, picking up a tissue from the car. I took my dick from her pussy, and the sperm immediately spilled from her pussy; she touched the hem of her dress, and I cleaned the sperm from her pussy. "It's okay now," I murmured, and she stared at me and put on her underwear. "I'll just take time to rest, but what we did was unsafe, and Max saw us," Unice said, her face flushed as I scratched my head and smiled.

CHAPTER 1: FILTHY AWAKENING LINDA "I want an open marriage, Linda" My husband said as another woman sucked his cock. Right there in our bedroom. Her head bobbed up and down, making those wet, slurping sounds that made my stomach turn. Jarrett didn’t even bother to stop when I walked in. While the girl looked ready to bolt when she saw me, he calmly told her to continue like my presence, my hurt, meant absolutely nothing.

CONTENT WARNING: Hotwife pimping fantasy unfolds – group use with anal focus, creampie overload, and husband cleanup humiliation; denial buildup, public-ish exposure, and submission kink. CHAPTER ONE "Who does this belong to? Who owns this, little girl?" He rubs her pussy in his hand. She's soaking wet, dripping. Her breathing is deep, a slight sigh with each breath. She moans softly with her eyes closed. She opens them and sees him inches from her pretty face.

Julian finished inside Ava as the sun began to rise. By 8 a.m. we were up again, fucking in the shower one last time before we had to start cleaning. We scrubbed the house frantically — changing sheets, wiping surfaces, airing out rooms — but the scent of sex lingered faintly no matter what we did. Ava helped, but her touches never stopped. A quick finger in the laundry room. A blowjob for Oliver while I loaded the washer. By early afternoon the house looked almost normal. But we were all still buzzing, bodies marked, eyes full of shared secrets.