Novel & Cerita Dirty Short Stories

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.

I felt the front of my shorts becoming damp and I let out a satisfied moan when his hands found their way there. Heat rose up to every part of my body that he kissed on his way down. I arched my back, throwing my head backwards to give him better access. He planted kisses all the way to the open part of my top where my flesh was exposed. His kisses were intoxicating, distracting me from everything else going on. Then, before I even realized what he was doing, his hand slipped past the waistband of my shorts.

He groaned, moving his fingers faster and I had to place my hands over my mouth to stop myself from moaning out loud. But I couldn't hold it in for long. “Ah… mhm fuck… faster…” I whispered, grinding against his fingers and when he pulled out, I whimpered in desperation. He licked my cum off his fingers and suddenly stopped. “Why do you taste different today, baby?” I froze.

Sophie pov Frank soon realised where my eyes rested, he quickly guided his dick back to his pants. "Don't..." I said before I could stop myself He gave me a look. "I mean, you'll get precum in your trousers. Whatever...". I murmured, turning away. "I'm frustrated,you know?. I haven't landed a large contract in years, even though I work so hard. I know I can't be a proper dad, or even have a house of my own..." Frank trailed when I noticed the bottle of alcohol beside him.

My husband has been on his business, three months now, he hasn't come home and I have stopped waiting. He only called me when his son returned to the city, telling me to welcome him, treat him well, bla bla bla… He didn't even talk about us. Oh Well! I lay on my back in my panties and the short house dress I had worn to the dining table. With a slow motion I pulled the dress up to my waist and opened my legs, my thighs parted and my pussy lips clenched. As I pressed two fingers over the cotton and rubbed my cunt, slowly at first, my pants stuck to me, my pussy was drenched already.

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

I mutter, palming my dick in my shorts. I’ve been sporting a hard on since she started sexting me and it hasn’t gone down even slightly. My grey shorts have a damp spot where the sticky tip of my cock presses against it. I hadn’t bothered with briefs for obvious reason--I’m fucking that woman as soon as I lay my eyes on her and I don’t need anything slowing me down. Not even my fucking briefs. My heart leaps into my throat when I hear a car pull into the driveway. Fucking finally.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

Jordan agreed with wide eyes. “Shut up… Finish the story,” I barked. “Which one?” Jordan asked. “The blowjob, asshole.” “No, which one? Shut up or finish the story? It’s impossible to do both, so which one?” Jordan asked with a sly smile. “Just finish the damn story… please.” “Okay,” Jordan said. He could hear the squelching noises coming from my fingers in my soaking wet pussy, and I noticed his cock throbbed visibly in his shorts. “So ah… she… kept going… and ah… I ah—”

Blood quickly flowed back to my hands. "Taste how fucking good you taste when you think about two steely rods fucking your slack gash." Yanking the cock out of my throat, Ryan threw the dildo on the floor. Moving a bit back, he shoved his shorts off, no briefs in sight. His precum slicked rod flopped out, head purple and huge. Jax rounded my chair, coming to stand beside his friend. He pulled off his shorts. Holy fuck!!! Jax was bigger. My legs were still wide open, twitching uncontrollably as I imagined it forcing its way inside my worthless pussy.