Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom. I had been given an invitation card to a night house party, I am actually a party person, but I plan to sit this one out. Almost every youth in town would be at the party and most of them knows about my issues with my best friend, only they didn’t know about her being a whore that slept with her best friend’s boyfriend. I never told anyone what she did, not even my roommate. I just said nothing about it whenever they asked.

"Because I need to ask you something, Harper, and I need you to be honest with me." ​My blood ran completely cold. ​My mom reached into the pocket of her cardigan and placed a scrap of black, lace fabric directly into the center of the dinner table. ​"I was doing a load of laundry before dinner," my mom said, her voice dropping into a deadly serious tone. "Care to explain why I found your underwear at the bottom of your hamper, ripped completely in half?"

It said that Royal Gold Mine's stock had opened that morning at a slight dip, which it attributed to unconfirmed rumors circulating in business circles about internal leadership questions. It ended with a question: Is the empire as secure as it appears? Three hundred words. A lit match dropped into dry grass. Harry read it on his phone at the kitchen table in the Decatur house. He set the phone down. "Celestine Park," he said. "You know her?" "She broke the story on the Crawford environmental fraud in 2019." He looked at the phone. "She does not publish things she cannot stand behind. The three hundred words are what she can print right now. She is waiting for more."

The city devoured scandal like blood in the water. By dawn, the kiss was everywhere. Every news site, every gossip feed, every pack forum. Grainy photos splashed across front pages: Dante’s hand gripping Aiden’s waist, Aiden fisting Dante’s shirt, mouths locked in fire. “Forbidden Heirs Exposed!” “Peace Pact or Secret Affair?” “Blackthorn Weakness: Love or Betrayal?” Wolves whispered in bars, in boardrooms, in streets. Some laughed. Others sneered. A few—too few—looked curious.

Still, once Liam got 'clearance,' Juliet learned a lot more about what had been happening, and the details made her cringe. There had been a drug and prostitution ring running through several countries that had been making its way to the U.S. A girl, Scarlett, who had been taken during a spring break trip in New Zealand with her college roommate and was ‘put to work’ as the man had worded it to Juliet. She had gotten out when the location she was being held at was raided by the local law enforcement, only to be caught again. At that point, Matthew's team had already been alerted to her location as they had been searching for her, and their hunt began.

Was he going to tell my mum? Gosh, I was in so much trouble. I cleaned up the mess I had made. A few days ago, I hated Frank. And now I wanted nothing more than to fuck him. I picked my phone to call Ashley. "Uh, Sophie? You don't sound okay". "Yeah, Frank...". "Did he hurt you?", she asked, alarmed. "No....no. He caught me masturbating". "What?!. Your mom's going to kill you!" Ashley screamed over the phone.

Unice said, and I lifted Unice's thighs as my sperm dripped out of her pussy while my dick was still inside her. "I'll take care of that," I responded, picking up a tissue from the car. I took my dick from her pussy, and the sperm immediately spilled from her pussy; she touched the hem of her dress, and I cleaned the sperm from her pussy. "It's okay now," I murmured, and she stared at me and put on her underwear. "I'll just take time to rest, but what we did was unsafe, and Max saw us," Unice said, her face flushed as I scratched my head and smiled.

Turned into nothing but a set of three sloppy fuckholes for superior cocks and cunts. That’s why I signed up for the private studio. The website was hidden deep on the dark web, invitation-only for the most depraved. “Ultimate Flesh Factory – No Limits, No Safewords, Pure Corruption.” They filmed the filthiest scenes imaginable for an exclusive audience of billionaires who jerked off to real taboo destruction. I filled out the form with shaking fingers, listing every disgusting fantasy I had: incest roleplay, breeding, bukkake, choking, slapping, piss play, anal gaping, fisting, cum inflation. I ticked every box. When they replied confirming my slot for a six-person gangbang, I nearly came o

Kian moved down the line, fucking each hole, pulling out sloppy seconds for the next girl to lick clean. Mia ate Jenna’s creampied cunt while Jenna fingered Mia. Emily and Sarah 69’d, tongues buried deep, fingers in asses. Taylor and Brooke tribbed beside them, clits grinding messy. Cassie pulled me into the center. “Trib with me, baby.” Our pussies mashed, slick and hot, clits rubbing in filthy circles. “Feel how I own you?” she growled, pinching my nipples. Mia joined, sitting on my face reverse, her ass cheeks spreading as I rimmed her.

The bottom fell out. “Shit,” he mumbled as he looked at the mess. “No more rolls of tape from the discount store. It ain’t worth a shit.” One of Danielle’s diaries had opened. It was face down on the floor. Something was sticking out of it. It looked like a picture. Nick thought he got all the pictures together and put them in the small box downstairs.