Dirty Short Stories Novels & Stories

solid, and spilled about the festival afterglow, alone in her bunk fantasizing about the band, fingers between her legs to their music. Guys went quiet, breaths heavy. "Fuck," Kai muttered. "That's hot."Theo lost again, shucking his jeans, leaving him in tight boxers, bulge obvious. Alice's eyes lingered. The ritual shifted. Jax upped it. "New rule. Winner touches the storyteller wherever." His hand slid higher on her leg, under the hem of her shorts, fingers teasing inner thigh. She gasped soft but didn't pull away. Heart hammered.Rico claimed the next win with a Berlin hotel story, threesome in the jacuzzi, tits floating, cocks sliding everywhere. He picked himself as reward, turning to A

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I began, my voice shaking a little at first. “It started about a year ago and it just keeps getting worse. I get these waves of uncontrollable arousal all the time, even when I’m not thinking about sex at all. My pussy just starts getting wet, really fucking wet, like I’m in heat or something. Sometimes I’m sitting in class trying to focus on a lecture and suddenly I feel it start dripping down my thighs. I have to excuse myself and run to the bathroom just to wipe up or change my panties before it soaks through my clothes. And the wet dreams… every single night. I wake up humping my pillow like a desperate little slut, sheets completely soaked underneath me, my clit throbbing so hard it act

My mind screamed yes, more, fuck me right here on this couch where Jake sits every night. He broke the kiss, breathing heavy, forehead pressed to mine. “We shouldn’t… but goddamn, I’ve wanted this too. Those little shorts you wear around the house, bending over in front of me. Teasing me every damn time.” I laughed softly, wild and needy, nipping at his bottom lip. “Then take it. Jake’s gone all day. We’re alone. Touch me like you mean it.” I shoved his hand inside my shorts, past my panties, letting his thick fingers slide through my slick folds. Two pushed inside me easy, curling just right, and I cried out, clenching around them. So full already.

The way his eyes lingered on my legs when I came down for coffee in my tiny sleep shorts. The way he said my name, his scent; he smelled of sawdust, sweet and somehow masculine—when he passed me in the hallway. I shouldn’t have been thinking about him like this. But God, I was. My hand slid down my stomach, fingertips brushing the soft skin just above my mound. I was already wet, I could feel the slick heat between my thighs even before I touched myself. With a slow breath, I parted my legs a little wider, the cool breeze kissing my exposed pussy. My fingers dipped lower, gliding over my swollen lips, parting them gently.

I’m wearing a very nasty outfit, I know, and that’s why I covered it. My boots are high up to my mid-thigh, my wrap skirt so short it barely covers my small, perky ass. From my waist upward, I’m bare until my boobs, only wearing a halter-neck top that cups them and nothing else. “You’re practically undressed,” he whispers darkly. I can’t see his eyes very well, so I can’t tell how aroused he is, but I notice the bump growing in his pants. “Desperate measures call for dirty things,” I bite back.

It jumped at my touch. “Feel that?” he said. “That is what winning does to me. And right now, I want my prize.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “Here? Now?” “Right fucking now.” He shoved me down to my knees on the dirty concrete floor. The smell of sweat and blood was stronger. His bloody hand tangled in my hair and pulled my face against the bulge in his shorts. “Suck it, pretty boy. Show me how bad you want this story.”

“You mean even in the—“ “Yes! Any! There aren’t any points for being prudish, so do what you wish. The shadow lasts for roughly forty-five seconds. Get ready! It’s coming!” The men and women instantly paired off. Nerves were racing and the whiskey flowing. It would be a wonder for most to succeed... “No! No touching yet!” the host screamed. “Wait for it... wait for it... and... go! Get it hard and get it in! Forty seconds!” Sienna hurriedly bent over in front of her man. She expected his hard cock to penetrate her with a sense of urgency and horniness. Instead... what she actually felt was a limp noodle brushing haphazardly against her wet pussy lips.

"Don't stop, Kill! I'm gonna cum! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" A crowd quickly gathered in the courtyard, their backs to us, unaware of the filth happening above their heads. But Jimmy was seeing it all. He saw every inch of the twins' cocks disappearing into my body. The people began the countdown. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6..." "Take it, you little whore," Killian hissed, his jaw tight. "5... 4... 3... 2...” “I’m close,” Sinbad roared.

Heat flooded my pussy so fast I felt myself getting slick. Marcus leaned in first. His lips brushed the side of my neck, soft and warm. Then he kissed me there, open-mouthed, sucking lightly. A shiver raced down my spine. “You walk around in these tiny shorts,” he murmured against my skin, “bending over in the kitchen, laughing with that sweet little voice. You know what that does to a man?” Jake’s fingers crept higher, slipping under my shorts, stroking the edge of my panties. I was already soaked. When his fingertip brushed over my clit through the wet fabric, my hips jerked. A tiny moan escaped my lips.