Dirty Sex Storys Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, detailed discussions of BDSM/kink (including anal play, rimming, impact play, pegging, group sex fantasies, submission, dominance), graphic masturbation fantasies, strong language, and taboo sexual themes. 18+ only. CHAPTER ONE "Hey, Nick, can we join you while you cool down?" I looked up to see a couple of ladies in their own athletic attire. My mind scrambled to match names to faces. I had been in the zone on the run.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

Do anything except stand here and take it like a willing slut. But my traitorous hips gave the smallest push backward, welcoming his fingers deeper. The wet, filthy squelching of his digits pumping in and out of my overflowing cunt was quiet and intimate, perfectly covered by the bus’s constant noise. No one around us — the man reading a newspaper two feet away, the woman with headphones, the tired couple chatting softly — had any idea what was happening. The old man leaned in, his stale breath hot against my ear. “Still fighting it in that pretty head of yours? Your pussy is telling a different story. She’s sucking my fingers like she never wants them to leave.”

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”

I played one where a man was fucking a blonde-haired woman doggy style. “Ahhh…yes…fuck.” The girl moaned, offering her ass the more to him as the man's pink coloured dick slammed into her wide hole. I set the phone on the pillow beside me and my own fingers brushed my slick folds as her whimpers sank into my head. I moaned at how wet I already was. Wet slaps and heavy breathing filled the room from the video, and I found myself wishing I was the one in it. The blonde was obviously enjoying the thick cock something I hadn’t felt in a long time

Since she couldn't, she stuck one finger in her hole, in an effort to satisfy the ache. Mr. Ryan was now sliding his hand up and down his shaft, working the tight skin. Miss Alice was still bent over the desk, waiting for what he would give her. He stuck his hand beneath her ass and caressed her p***y. Then pulling out his hand, he brought it to his face. “You're wet.” He muttered. His c**k leaping against the redhead’s ass. “You like to be punished, don't you.” Miss Alice squeaked and nodded her head, obviously too weak to speak. Jessica watched Mr. Ryan reach into his back pocket and take out a condom. He quickly opened it and slid it over his length.

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I had stopped pretending to care if the entire damn team walked in and saw us. My hand moved into his hair, gripping tight as I rolled my hips in search of more pressure. He groaned into me and that alone made me clench. I didn’t beg. I didn’t need to. He read my body like it was part of the game plan. My orgasm hit sharp and fast, curling my toes and burning through my lungs until I was shaking, panting, completely undone on the barbell stand. When I finally opened my eyes, Dennis rose with a satisfied gleam in his expression and the evidence of what he’d done still wet on his lips. I watched him wipe his mouth slowly with the back of his hand.