Novel & Cerita Dirty Smut Stories

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

I want him to empty them in my throat or flood my pussy again. I’m such a dirty slut for this, on my knees in church with my fingers buried in my own cunt while people are still sitting in the pews. “Fuck, look at you,” Damien growled, his grip in my hair tightening as he pulled my head back so I had to look up at him again. His cock was shiny and dripping with my spit now, the head an angry dark red. “You’ve got your fingers knuckle-deep in that sloppy pussy while you suck on my balls like a bitch in heat. Tell me what you’re thinking about while you do it. Tell me how bad you want this cock back inside you.”

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

She's never yelled like this before. “Why are you bothered about this?” Sam asked, looking at them. He turned to look at me then walked over to the cabinet. “You wanna know what we've been doing?” He asked as he picked the lube up. He turned to face them and in one swift movement,he dropped his shorts. His cock bounced out freely and I saw Mom's eyes grow wider. “What are you doing!” I snapped at him. I suddenly felt pressed,my palms became sweaty too. “I just wanna show them what it feels like to fuck as step siblings.” Sam walked up to me,but I couldn't concentrate because I felt so vulnerable.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Vance reached around and rubbed her clit brutally while railing her from behind. “Such a disgusting, cum-hungry slut,” he growled. “Your parents would disown you if they knew their precious daughter got hired by letting her boss turn her into a walking sperm bank. Imagine explaining to them that you got the job by spreading your legs and begging to be bred on the conference table.” The humiliating words sent Sara over the edge again. Her pussy clenched violently around his thick cock. “I’m coming!” she screamed. “Breed me while I come!”

He stayed inside, grinding slow, pushing it deeper. But he wasn't done. He pulled out, watched his cum leak from my hole, then pushed back in and started fucking me again. Round two. Harder. Filthier. "Look at that sloppy hole," he said, voice rough. "Leaking my cum while I fuck you. Such a dirty boy." "Damien…oh god…" I was oversensitive, every thrust making me shake, but I couldn't stop moaning his name. He edged me this time, slowing down when I got close, keeping me on that edge for what felt like forever while he bred me again. By the time he came the second time, I was a mess, begging, crying out, completely lost in him.

Damon grunted, "You can cum now, baby. Cum all over big Brother's cock, you little slut." ‎"I'm cumming!" I yelled, as my orgasm finally tore through me, leaving me thrashing and trembling miserably as my cunt clenched tightly around Damon's cock. ‎"Oh yes, baby, squirt more juice around big Brother's cock bitch... ‎And my pussy kept squirting more juice, too much juice. ‎Damon pulled his cock out from my cunt and went down on his knees. ‎"I'm going to clean you up, clean all of our juices that have mixed together, keep squirting for me while I eat you up, sister."

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”