Dirty Stories Online Novels & Stories

Try as he might, Billy could not find a single one of his friends to hang out with for the night. Everyone had either already made plans, or wasn’t picking up their phone, or just plain brushed him off. Billy sat in front of his computer, disappointed and frustrated by his predicament. Without really meaning to, he ended up clicking over to one of his favorite p**n sites, an open forum where amateur nude photos of women were the bread and butter.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

BLACKWOOD HEIR IN INCEST SCANDAL WITH STEPSISTER EXCLUSIVE: INTIMATE PHOTOS THREATEN BILLION-DOLLAR EMPIRE BOARD DEMANDS EMERGENCY VOTE ON CEO’S FUTURE The internet tore us apart with savage glee. Speculation turned feral—anonymous sources claiming years of secret affairs, tabloids digging up old photos of us together at family events, twisting innocent moments into something sordid. Stock prices plummeted twenty percent in hours. And every article carried just enough truth to be devastating—the collar, the marks, the screams Vanessa had mocked. “She leaked everything,” I whispered, scrolling in numb disbelief on Dante’s secure tablet, headline after headline blurring through tears.

"It was just once. And he was... not entirely himself that night." "Not himself, how?" Hazel narrowed her eyes. "Was he drunk? High? Possessed by the ghost of relationships past?" "Something like that," I muttered, not wanting to get into the whole drugging incident. "Anyway, thank you for finding her. I tried looking online myself, but I couldn't find anything." "That's because you were probably using G****e like a normal person," Hazel said with a hint of pride. "The real dirt is always in these private forums. People with money pay good money to keep their secrets off the main search engines."

Not sexy, exactly, but something. I typed: For you baby. Goodnight. Opened her chat. Hit send. Then I saw the name at the top of the screen. Sebastian. No. No, no, no. I scrolled up with my heart beating so hard. The last message was weeks old… Dinner at Mom's. Sunday 6PM. Don't be late. I'd never replied. And now I had sent a shirtless photo to my stepbrother. My hands shook as I mashed out: wrong person wrong person wrong person Then I tried to delete it.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

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

“Do not lie to me. You read more than one line. Your face is red, your nipples are hard against your sweater and you keep squeezing your thighs together like your little pussy is soaking wet from what I wrote about ruining a tight twenty year old cunt.” He leaned down closer, his breath brushing my ear. “Tell me the truth Riley. Did reading about me stretching her and filling her with cum make your pussy wet?” My heart slammed against my ribs. Fresh slickness coated my panties and my clit pulsed again at his blunt words. “Yes , Professor. It made me wet. I know that is messed up but I could not stop reading the part about gagging her and breeding her hit me hard.”

“Wait. You've not seen it?” “Ava, I'll call you back”. I said, clicking the red button. My hands were shaking so bad as I turned on my mobile data to check the internet. Immediately I logged in, my eyes caught the first popped up news. Headline; THE DEVIL OF ITALY CAUGHT ON CAMERA WITH A WOMAN. In the picture, i looked just as Ava had described. Blurry and partly showed. While Damien still with that sophisticated and untouchable aura, held me firm by the waist like I was going to run if he took his hand off me for even a second.

“Bianca, you need to see this! Tristan is unbelievable!” I moved closer and saw a flood of news articles covering Cindy’s tablet screen. The headline was jarring. [Renowned Entrepreneur Tristan Clarke Falls Victim to Honey Trap, Mistress’s Intimate Photos Leaked, Demands Exorbitant Divorce Payout.] Below the article were several blurred images, but they were still easily identifiable as my private photos. The comments section was full of harsh insults. [She looks so innocent, but turns out she’s just a gold-digger.] [Women will do anything for money these days. She deserves to be exposed.]