Dirty Sex Storys นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She's soaked inside, warm, pulsating. As I walk, the piss on my chest trickles down. Some have landed on her stomach. It mixed with her sweat, Making everything slippery. I bottom out, my balls slamming against her ass. She gasps, her hands clutching my arms. I start fucking her with steady strokes. Pull almost all the way out watching her pussy lips cling to my Dick . then slam back in. Every thrust makes a wet slap as her arousal squelches around me. Piss on my body adds to the mess-droplets flying off with every movement.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

"Bitch, I was. As a matter of fact, I still am. And you know I don't do period sex—it’s a literal bloodbath and I am not about that sort of life. But I didn't say I couldn't be a team player. I ended up giving him a blowjob in the handicap stall while someone was pounding on the door outside. Talk about high stakes." Jenna burst into laughter, her hands gripping her stomach. “You're such a slut!” I felt a familiar, involuntary twitch in my nose. I tried to keep my face neutral, but the mental image and graphical representation of what Ava had just narrated was engraved deeply in my head. It made my stomach do a nervous somersault. "In a public bathroom?" I muttered, my voice barely audible.

Every question now felt like a weapon designed to expose and arouse. “Never have I ever had a gangbang fantasy,” Marcus said, his voice rough with desire. I drank without hesitation, my hand slightly shaking as I set the bottle down. All five of them stared at me with pure predatory hunger. Tyler delivered what felt like the final blow. “Never have I ever fucked more than one person in the same night.” I drank again. The stories that followed were extremely explicit, full of threesomes, watching friends fuck, and sharing partners. My nipples ached painfully. A visible wet spot had formed on the crotch of my shorts. I was dripping wet, my pussy throbbing with urgent need.

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

I moaned soft and pushed a finger inside myself. I kept going eyes half closed. “Fuck.” The word slipped out. I pictured his hand on my shoulder sliding lower. Then Daniel’s laugh from that night in the car mixed in. Both of them. Jax watching while Daniel touched me. My hips rocked up against my hand. I pulled my shorts down to my knees so the camera could see. Two fingers now pumping in and out. My thumb on my clit. The sounds were loud in the quiet room. Wet. Embarrassing. I didn’t care.

Exquisitely drawn, not crude as such works often are. ‘Do you find them a turn on? Most people do, myself included,’ he said, then boxed her in between an angle of the wall and his broad shoulders, lowering his voice and adding, ‘I learned about sex through them. When I was a kid, I'd steal the keys, hide in the little room and wank my budding prick as I looked at them. My first come was over the one featuring the lady in the boudoir. I can even remember what it was called - Morning Toilette. I was frightened I'd stained it. with spunk, but I’d managed to catch most of it in my handkerchief.’