Dirty Talk Erotica Novels & Stories

Her hand went between her legs and she rubbed her clit while the warm stream hit her. “Your turn,” he said, voice low. Joan hesitated but only a second, then aimed and pissed on his cock while it stayed hard. The nasty thrill made her feel dirty in the best worst way. Tyler stroked himself through it, then kissed her hard, tongues messy. Back in the bedroom, round two started even filthier. Tyler made her get on all fours again. He spread her ass cheeks and licked her tight hole, spitting on it, working his tongue inside. Joan moaned like a slut, pushing back against his face.

I’m a whore. A dirty little whore… I crave to be spanked, spat on, fucked like a slut, and left dripping with cum from my face to my boobs. But nobody knows that…Not my best friend or my parents. And certainly not my goody two shoes fiancé, who's currently staring at me with a wide grin on his face. “Liv” I heard him mutter, snapping me back to reality. “I’m sorry, what?” I blurted out, my face flushed with embarrassment at the kind of thoughts I was having , especially in a place like this.

Lisa was now openly rolling with his touch and breathing heavily with moans and whimpers coming from her as he took my lovely wife down an erotic path she had never been before. I'll give it to Derrick, his better days were behind him but he knew how to excite a woman with his touch. He had great rhythm in his touch and seemed to understand the timing and pressure in his hands to keep Lisa at a sensual peak. Derrick moved down the table and took the draping and moved it so that he could work on one of her legs. He did not bother to cover her breasts and tummy so that now the draping was only covering the leg opposite of the one he was working and her hip.

Daniel tensed, and while I kept tit-fucking him, I leaned down, and licked the head of his cock. That was the end for him. Thick streams of cum erupted from Daniel's cock, spilling over my breasts just before I closed my mouth around him, and drank it down, massaging his balls again as I did so. "Mia... Mia." He whispered my name like it was a prayer as I licked all the traces of cum from his cock, and smiled at him. When I finally pulled away, he was still very hard, and my pussy was dripping juices down the inside of my thighs.

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

“Soaking. My panties are ruined just from listening to you lecture.” “Good girl.” He kissed me again, deeper, while his other hand slipped under my skirt, fingers tracing the edge of my lace panties. When he pushed the fabric aside and found my slick folds, he groaned low in his throat. “Jesus, Aria. You’re dripping down your thighs.” Two thick fingers parted me, sliding through the wetness before circling my swollen clit with perfect pressure. My knees buckled. He held me up with his body, pinning me to the door as he rubbed slow, firm circles that made sparks shoot up my spine.

He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them rough, his fingers digging in, then sliding one hand down to finger her pussy while she kept riding, his thumb circling her clit, making her arch back and cry out even louder. I stood there, watching him fondle my fucking best friend, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room, and I felt sick, used, like everything we’d had was just a lie. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, my voice broke as I whispered, “Alex… Alex!” Tyla’s eyes snapped open, she froze for a second, then scrambled off him, her pussy still glistening from how wet she was, his cock shiny and hard, pointing up like

I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly and firmly, savouring the friction. To amp it up, I grabbed my phone from the side table, thumbing open a private browser. Porn—something quick and dirty. I scrolled to a video of a brunette in a rain-soaked shirt, her body arching as a guy peeled it off. The actress moaned, it was fake but effective to heighten the mood, her tits bouncing as he fucked her against a wall.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

I felt a rush of liquid heat flood out of me, soaking his cock, dripping down his balls. It felt like a faucet had been turned on inside me, a continuous, uncontrollable stream that made the slide of his dick impossibly wet and loud. I couldn't see it, but I felt the hot, slick mess spreading instantly, coating us both, making the room smell more like sex. Aaron's hips stilled, but his dick throbbed, pulsing against my clenching walls. He collapsed forward, his chest crushing my breasts, his weight pinning me to the mattress.