Dirty Smut Stories Novels & Stories

She hadn't been joking about being turned on or fingering herself--her juices were already soaking my face as I ate her out. "Oh fuck yes. Eat your slutty sister's wet cunt like a good brother. Shit, you're so damn good at this!" Even though it was at times difficult to breathe with her pussy smothering me, I was enjoying this about as much as the sounds pouring from her mouth indicated that she was. Listening to her talk dirty was also having a strong impact on me, especially considering they were things I never expected to hear coming from my sister.

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.

“Always be vocal, and if he won't listen, kick him out of the bed.” “How about a compromise?” she asked. “If you're going to enjoy it. Next.” “Two: I learnt that having an orgasm is not a bad thing.” “Alas, it's not. It's a damned good thing.” “I learnt that I shouldn't be afraid to try new things. Like the Bdsm thing. Even though we stopped somewhere and didn't go all the way.” He was nodding. “Good, good.” “I learnt that I should not liken myself to pornstars because they're too good to be true.”

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

“Can I ask you something else?” “Anything, baby.” “Did you enjoy making them? Like… really enjoy it?” Her cheeks flushed pink, but her voice dropped lower. “Yes. The orgasms weren’t fake. There was something so dirty and thrilling about knowing thousands of horny men were going to watch me get fucked and cum… but I realized I didn’t want to keep doing it long-term.” While she talked, I was openly eye-fucking her — picturing those same heavy tits bouncing, that soft belly jiggling as she got pounded. She noticed.

Mia had always wanted to become a slut but she pretended to be her mother's good girl. That Evening, Mia’s phone screen glowed in the dim light of her bedroom. She opened the message from Julian, her boyfriend of nearly two years. She smiled and unlocked the notification. The words hit hard and fast. “Shit Mia. I can’t anymore. I just can’t stay with you anymore since you can’t give me sex. I quit.” Attached was a photo: Julian receiving a blowjob from Jess, Mia’s best friend. The image was clear, unmistakable. Mia’s eyes widened in shock. She tossed the phone onto the bed, her chest tightening.

Smokey replied. "Ok, I can do that. I actually haven't been with another man since we started hooking up. But I do have to tell you something first. About my past." Sam explained. "Ok. You can tell me anything." Smokey agreed. "When I was 16 and my sister was 18, she fell in love with a disgusting pig. He was 19. He wanted my dad’s wealth and power and me. I refused him so he turned to my sister. For 18 months he degraded her, called her fat, cheated on her, treated her like she was nothing. She'd starve herself to the point of being hospitalized. I begged her to leave him. I begged my parents to get her help. Neither would listen." Sam begun.

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

It was an oversight on his part. *** Zach settled into his morning mission of clearing the built up story applications with ease. He didn’t blanch at the low level smut submissions. He really was doing well. He fared a little worse with a medium level smut story and averted his eyes a few times. Then he clicked on the next submission and felt that he was being tested. The story was about a couple who only met up for sex wearing masks and had no idea what each other looked like in real life. The synopsis hinted that the man was a CEO and the woman worked as a secretary at his company.

The walked up to me,without hesitation two went on their knees and one stood ,and Jamie dropped his pants to the ground ,standing there ,with his dick erect,and leaking precum,they all stared at me hungrily,I smiled satisfactorily. Let’s just hope they are as nasty as I would like. Want me to lick up all of James pre-cum,mommy?" Sam ,innocently but like he had done that many times,like he enjoyed it,He slowly took off the plain, white briefs he wore, exposing a trimmed groin glistening with his own fluids.,his dick a bit smaller than his brothers but still as girthy. “ Do you want too..baby?” I asked in a hushed but sexy tone,his eyes glistening with lust.