Novel & Cerita Dirty Short Stories

THEMES: Short quick story, Nonconsensual, Reluctance, Stockholm syndrome, Hostage, Kidnapping KINKS: Gang Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Rough breeding, Restraints, Masturbation, Filthy Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Firm/ Strict/ Service Dom, Bratty Sub, Restraints, Oral, Edging, Rough sex, Multiple Orgasms, Hair pulling, Spanking, Gang Jerk Off. SHINA'S POV I whimper, pulling my fingers out to vigorously rub and circle over my clit.

The Ghost: The Woman Jamia: ‘Where are you?’ Irina: ‘Starbucks,’ I said. ‘I’m having a burnout staying at home, so I am writing my story here.’ Jamia: ‘Is that a love story?’ Irina: ‘Hmmm, not really, but almost a love story,’ I said and placed the straw trapped between my lips. ‘It’s a sad story, though not tragic.’ Jamia: ‘Uh, I don’t like sad endings,’ she said. ‘What are you drinking?’

The cold, dirty garage floor scraped against my back and knees as they used me without mercy. “Fuck, she’s getting tighter every time,” Dax groaned, slamming into my ass while Colt fucked my pussy in a brutal double penetration. I screamed around Colt’s cock in my mouth, completely overwhelmed. The feeling of both holes being stretched and filled at the same time pushed me into total surrender. “I’m your whore,” I gasped when they let me breathe. “I’m your dirty garage slut. Use me however you want.” They flipped me into every position imaginable, doggy style on the floor, riding one while sucking the other, pressed against the tool chest. I came over and over, squirting messily across the c

I tried to tell him as he lifted my skirt up, shifting my thong to one side. "Marcus could walk in at any..." The words died in my throat as his tip nudged at my entrance. I bit down hard on my lips, anticipating the moment he would slam into me. "Please." I begged, after seeing as he was taking his sweet time, coating his tip with my wetness. "Fuggggh!" I quickly closed my mouth as he slammed hard into me. My hand immediately gripped the edges of the counter for support, he pulled out, leaving just his tip in me before slamming right back.

“I dare you to kiss the person to your left for thirty seconds. With tongue.” The blond guy next to me grinned. Before I could overthink it, I turned and pressed my lips to his. He tasted like beer and mint. Our tongues met, slow and exploratory at first, then deeper. His hand rested lightly on my thigh. The circle whooped and clapped. When we pulled apart, my cheeks were burning and my nipples had tightened against my dress. The game escalated fast after that. A girl was dared to flash her tits. A guy had to grind on another guy for a full song. Then it was my turn again.

I was the quiet one with the athletic build, shoulder-length black hair, and a tight little body that hid how much of a depraved slut I really was underneath. After graduation we all landed associate positions at the same cutthroat downtown firm and decided to keep living together to split the insane rent. Three years of sharing one big loft apartment with one bathroom and paper-thin walls turned our friendship into something dangerously charged. We’d seen each other naked a thousand times — rushing out of showers, changing after court and collapsing into each other’s beds after brutal 80-hour weeks.

Asha My name is Asha, and I’m a pretty average girl. I have average-length hair, a normal-shaped head, and thank heavens my hairline is still intact despite my love for sleek ponytails. My face is nothing close to stunning beauty that would make people turn around and maybe hit a wall while looking at me. And, no, I am not ugly either. Although I am not short, I’m not too tall either. I’m part of a baseball team, so the regular practice has left me toned in the right places, but I admit I have a bit of a pouch in my lower belly that won’t go away, no matter how much I work out. So, I’m not anyone special, but more of an average girl who can blend into a crowd. I would have said I have an ave

Lia wore the shortest skirt she owned and a tight black top with no bra, nipples hard against the fabric and no panties. The black SUV flashed its lights. She climbed in. Ethan was in the driver’s seat, Jax riding shotgun. “Look at this eager little cumrag,” Jax laughed, reaching back to shove two thick fingers straight into her soaked hole without warning. “Already fucking dripping. You been clenching that nerd cunt all day thinking about getting wrecked again?”

“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead, “was merely the first page of our story.” Their story ended there, with Cora wrapped in the arms of a demon, her body sated, her soul promised, and her future a terrifying, exhilarating blaze of unknown passion. She had gotten everything she had ever fantasized about, and she had never been more perfectly, completely damned.