Dirty Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

Click after filthy click. The more he stroked, the deeper his mind sank. “Fuck… imagine some rich older man seeing these,” he whispered, voice husky. His hand sped up. “Pin me down and call me his dirty little slut… force my legs open and breed my hole until I’m leaking cum for days.” His fantasies turned darker, wilder. “Degrade me. Tell me I’m just a set of holes for superior cock. Slap my face with it. Choke me while pounding me raw. Fill me up until my belly swells and I can’t even walk…”

The bedroom door stayed wide open as more guys from the party poured in, drawn by the loud moans and the heavy smell of sex that now filled the entire upstairs. I was still sprawled on the bed, completely naked, my body shining with sweat and layers of cum. My pussy felt swollen and thoroughly used, leaking a steady, messy stream of multiple loads down my inner thighs and onto the soaked sheets beneath me. My full breasts were covered in red marks from hands and mouths, my nipples stiff and sensitive. My hair was a wild mess, and my face was flushed. I looked like the star of the dirtiest p**n video, and the hungry looks from the growing crowd told me they were ready for more.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

“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.

Damien hauled him up by the front of his hoodie and shoved him toward the bed. “Strip. Now.” Elias’s hands shook as he pulled off his hoodie and jeans. His body felt exposed under Damien’s hungry gaze, slim chest, narrow waist, the soft curve of his ass, his hard cock bobbing between his legs. Damien pushed him face-down onto the bed, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented. He spat on Elias’s hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. “No condom,” Damien growled. “I’m going to fuck you raw. And when I cum inside you, you’re going to keep every drop.”

“Good girl. Now keep stroking me while you talk. I want that hand working my cock till I decide what to do with you next.” I did as he said, gripping him tighter and jerking him steady. “I fantasize about you all the time. When Jake’s asleep I rub my clit thinking about your mouth sucking my tits and your dick pounding me from behind. Make me your dirty secret because I need to feel wanted like this.” My free hand reached down to rub my own clit while I stroked him. The dual sensation had me panting loudly, my body trembling on the edge again. He watched me with hungry eyes, his hips bucking into my hand. “Keep going slut. Rub that clit for me. Show me how you touch yourself when your husban

It was pleasant and painful at the same time. She began kissing me again, then she slowly lifted herself from me. Her hand went under her, groping around for my cock. I reached down to grab it and put it in her hand. She stroked it gently, as if preparing it for what was to come. I took in a sharp breath when I felt my tip rubbing against her pussy lips. “Can you feel that?” She asked softly. “I'm dripping wet and it's all because of you.” One thing I had come to love more than having sex with her was the way she talked dirty while at it. It was so stimulating that I was sure she could have made me cum just by her words alone.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”