Dirty Stories Online Novels & Stories

A goodbye to this night of anonymous pleasure. He pulls out and taps the edge of the hole twice. Some kind of thank you, maybe. Or farewell. A gesture of acknowledgment between strangers who shared something intimate but will never share names. Then footsteps, fading away. I'm alone. I sit there for a while, trying to collect myself. My skirt is bunched around my waist, stained with cum from multiple men. My top is pulled askew, my breasts exposed, nipples still hard. My hair is a disaster. I look exactly like what I am: a woman who just got fucked by an unknown number of strangers through a hole in a wall.

as I breathed heavily, I slowly looked down at my swollen clit with my legs wide open. I went quiet. The guilt was eating me alive. I thought masturbating would get him out of my head .I thought I would finally be set free. That I would stop thinking about him every second. But it only made it worse. I missed him even more. I just stared at my phone, his last message still glowing on the screen. Then I made up my mind. I was going to see Alex. He'd already sent the address. That old warehouse on the edge of town. Past the last bus stop, where the streets stop being busy.

The pleasurable experience was out of this world. The old son of the bitch had a big cock. Veins run thereon when it is erect. And he had a healthy cum load. The kind that would not fall short from painting every inch of the vagina white. On the other end, she was alive to some serious facts. No matter how sweet and engrossing it was, it was wrong to be intimate with Corinth. How could she, even? On the first day? With the Ex's uncle? Dirty whore: She addressed herself in a thought.

CLUB GIRL TRAPS BILLIONAIRE HEIR WITH PREGNANCY My breath caught. Another appeared. MYSTERY WOMAN LINKED TO DRAKE ESTATE MASSACRE Then another. GOLD DIGGER OR VICTIM? My fingers started trembling. Thousands of comments flooded the screen. FRAUD. MANIPULATOR. ATTENTION SEEKER. GOLD DIGGER. LIAR. FAKE PREGNANCY. I kept scrolling. Each swipe was worse than the last. People who had never met me. People who knew nothing about me.

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.

“I’m sorry, Lila, but I don’t think there’s any easy way to fix this. The line has already been crossed. You might think that because you haven’t slept with him yet, you can still pull back, but you can’t. The tension between you two is too thick now. It’s going to take more than time to put out that fire.” I let out a long, shaky sigh, leaning back against the dusty desk in the old classroom. My thighs pressed together tightly, but it only made the ache worse. The memory of Damien’s thick fingers stretching me open, pumping deep inside my soaked pussy, made my clit throb with need. I was getting wet again just thinking about it. My nipples were hard and sensitive against my bra, and a slick

Lisa unfolded the yellowed paper, revealing a headline that sent a shiver down their spines: "Mental Health Scandal Unearthed: The Dark Secrets of the Past." Miranda's heart sank as she read the headline aloud. "How could we have missed this? What scandal are they referring to?" Lisa's voice trembled with a mixture of shock and determination. "It seems there are reports emerging about a series of unethical practices that occurred within the mental health institutions years ago. Patients were subjected to experimental treatments, neglect, and abuse. The scandal was covered up, and the victims' voices were silenced." Nathan's brows furrowed, and a fire ignited in his eyes. "We must uncover the

Her face is beet red and she’s crying ugly tears. “I d-don’t know.” She sniffs. “My p-publicity secretary sent it to me this morning. The news is spreading like wildfire. I’m already featured on the cover page of three top blogs in New York!” “Oh my God.” I whisper as I read the article further. The title says; ‘UP AND COMING BEAUTY PROFESSIONAL, ZURI BENTHAM, ACCUSED OF PEDDLING CHILD PORNOGRAPHY IN LONDON.’ The rest of the article is literally a whole bunch of lies, stating that it was discovered after a private investigation that Zuri and her “cohorts,” whom they would rather keep unidentified, are guilty of selling immortal pictures of children on the dark web.

Jim had left it a mess. She noticed Jim's laptop open and decided to see if he had anything on it that might explain his recent change in behaviors. She found a camera app that was connected to a remote camera that was already set up in the pool area. It was aimed near the shallow end overlooking the patio furniture. She found this a very interesting development but nothing of any interest other than this was on his desktop files. Then she opened his browser history. Tracy's eyes grew wide with what she discovered. Jim's browser history revealed dozens of Internet addresses for p**n sites. She saw titles like "Wives Gone Black," "Interracial Threesomes," "Black Dick/White Wives," "Amateur Wi

" Deb asked. Sam sipped her coffee, put the cup down, "Reddit, and Motherlove.com." "Really?" I said, "I knew there were a lot of Reddits, but not that." Sam smiled, "Reddit has a lot of subs dealing with Incest." "Just talking about it?" Deb asked. "Well, some discussion ones. But also lots of stories of incestual encounters." "What's the other one?" I asked. "That's a p**n site that has a lot less filters. A lot of videos that purport to be incest."