Dirty Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

He thrust them hard and fast, stirring the cum already inside me into a wet, filthy mess. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes, please… yes… oh my God!” I cried out, voice cracking as his fingers pounded into me. The wet squelching sounds were obscene, loud enough for anyone to hear. “Oh my God… please… yes…” I moaned louder, completely shameless now, rocking my hips back onto his hand like a desperate whore who couldn’t get enough. “Don’t stop — fuck me harder with those fingers!” “You like that, don’t you?” Kade groaned, slamming his fingers even deeper, curling them brutally. “The way my fingers wreck this cum-filled pussy? You love being a filthy little cumdump for strangers, don’t you, Gina?”

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Story 9: The Billionaire’s Contract Wife The next morning, Aria stood naked in the master bathroom of the mansion while Damian watched her with dark satisfaction. She had woken up with his cock already inside her — he had taken her slowly in the early hours, filling her with another load before allowing her to sleep again. Now, she was showering under his watchful gaze, her body covered in faint marks from the night before: red handprints on her ass, hickeys on her breasts, and a constant ache between her legs.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

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.

Dirty, nasty and ready to fuck her brainless. "Such a dirty slut," Her dirty Santa crooned, watching her fuck her cunt at a faster pace. Monica curled her fingers, tickling her walls and searching for that spot. The spot that was so sensitive, a few more strokes, and she would be coming. She had to go before her husband and kids worried where she was gone. "I'm your dirty slut," She panted, egging him on. Whether she liked it or not, his dirty talking was hot, and it made her pussy drip like a faucet, so she needed him to keep speaking. "How would Santa punish me?"

Their hot breath condenses in the plane window. "Like what you saw, my love?" He sexily grinned. Limping under his raw touch, her gaze dropped to his lower body. Sumire was awestruck by his massive raw frame and gasped as Mort released his engorge, enormous and maddening shaft now fully naked in her sight. The man wasted no time, he teasingly rubs his arousal into her pool of wetness and plunges inside her without hesitation.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei