Dirty Sex Storys Novels & Stories

You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying. It's madness, a disease, call it whether you want ... .It doesn’t change the fact that you have no control over your body, thoughts or actions. And the only cure? Take a wild guess. I stumbled into the restroom, picking the farthest stall before locking it and slamming my back against it. One hand found my blouse, slipped into it and found my boob….The other found its way into my mouth. I was panting, everything in me racing. And like any dirty girl would, I let my mouth welcome the two fingers.

I don’t know how much I shoot but I shoot for a minute straight, all the time having her cum over my cock and scream out in pleasure. After five minutes of recovery, we get up and see the big pile of cum that's on the desk. She looks at me and we embrace and exchange another kiss. She looks me in the eyes and says “Thank you Ethan That was amazing” “No! Thank you Mrs Sin- I mean Sarah” I reply as I give her another kiss “You can run on home now sexy, Don’t worry I'll clean it all up” She replies “Just make sure you don’t tell anyone, and this may be a one-time thing only”

I'm stroking myself so slowly it's almost painful just so I can cum with you. LonelyGirl: Every nerve in my body is on fire. When our eyes met today I almost came right there and then. LimberJack: Were you wet? LonelyGirl: Soaked. LimberJack: Good to know. Next time I want you to slip them off and give them to me. LonelyGirl: You want my dirty underwear?

Sweat slicked our bodies, his chest hot against my back. He sped up, grunting with each powerful stroke. “That’s my dirty girl. Going to breed this neighbor pussy while your parents are gone. Fill you up with my load until it takes.” His words hit something filthy in me and I came hard, pussy spasming around his cock, juices squirting down my thighs onto the floor. I cried out his name, body jerking against the window.

“Say it while I’m inside you.” “It’s… fuck… it’s yours right now,” I moaned, hating how true it sounded. “Just for tonight. Don’t make this weird.” He released my wrists and grabbed my hips, angling deeper. “Wrong answer. This hole belongs to me now. Every game, every hotel, every fucking chance I get. I’m gonna keep it full of my cum.” We went round after round like that. He flipped me onto my stomach, fucking me from behind while whispering filthy shit in my ear. Then back on my back so he could watch my face. Each time slower, more intense, his dirty talk getting darker.

“Can I ask you something else?” “Anything, baby.” “Did you enjoy making them? Like… really enjoy it?” Her cheeks flushed pink, but her voice dropped lower. “Yes. The orgasms weren’t fake. There was something so dirty and thrilling about knowing thousands of horny men were going to watch me get fucked and cum… but I realized I didn’t want to keep doing it long-term.” While she talked, I was openly eye-fucking her — picturing those same heavy tits bouncing, that soft belly jiggling as she got pounded. She noticed.

I squeal. "Ummm, I know you are my little cock whore. Put your cock in her mouth. Give her something to suck on NOW!" Ezra barks at Roman. Roman unbuttons his pants and slides his cock into my mouth. "So greedy," Roman says. I take him into my throat as Ezra holds my hips, slamming his cock harder and harder into my pussy. Ezra has a way with his cock. My pussy pulsates, wanting more from both of them.

Kelly’s POV I stared at the blank notebook page, the Christmas lights twinkling on the tree across the room like they were mocking my secrets. It was Christmas Eve, and instead of baking cookies or wrapping gifts, I was spilling my guts, every filthy fantasy I'd buried since puberty. My pen scratched furiously: Handcuffed to the bed, blindfolded, while he teases me with ice cubes. Hot wax dripping on my thighs, his mouth soothing the burn. Deepthroating him until tears stream down my face, gagging but begging for more. Bent over, his cock slamming into my ass, raw and unrelenting. And a dozen more, each one dirtier than the last.

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

Dev kisses me deeply, swallowing my moans, while Theo whispers dirty things in my ear about everything they're going to do to me. They take turns inside me, one at a time, each of them claiming me in their own way. Marcus is controlled, powerful strokes that hit every single spot. Dev is intense, his dark eyes locked on mine the entire time he fucks me. Theo is playful, changing angles and speeds until I'm begging him to let me come. Banks is overwhelming, his size stretching me to my limit and beyond. By the time they've all finished inside me again, I'm floating somewhere outside my body. Completely used. Completely satisfied. Completely theirs in every way that matters.