Dirty Talk Erotica Novels & Stories

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

I grabbed my laptop and my head phonesand pulled out my cock,playing gangbang episode starring the red head pornstar. I rubbed so oil in my hand,and started to massage my dick,greasing it so it could become slippery,just how I expect inside Sarah to feel,I pumped my hand up and down my shaft,imagined I was thrusting my fat juicy dick inside her wet warm tooshie “ fuck Sarah,take my cock like good fucking girl” “ yes baby just like that.. milk daddy’s fucking cock”. My breath out of place my voice low and husky. I closed my eyes trying to stifle my moans, as I kept dirty talking while listening to pornstar moan and get fucked.

“Take my cock like the little slut that you are.” My body clenched around him, head thrown back, eyes hooded and raw uncontrollable moans left my throat. I caught Angel’s pathetic state from the corner of my eye. Her skirt was ripped up to her waist, legs spread open, such that I could see her glistening pink pussy as she worked her fingers on them, trying to chase her release. My gaze landed on her tits, they were full and percky, as if inviting me to take them between my teeth and suck them till she was a trembling mess.

His hand moves under the covers and I know exactly what he’s doing, replaying every second he witnessed, And I lie still feeling something open between us that was locked for years. He rolls toward me. Pulls me in. His cock is hard against my back and he enters me without asking, rough and desperate, nothing like the careful sex we’ve had for years. His hand in my hair, his hips driving into me with a desperation I’ve never felt from him. “Tell me what they did to you,” he whispers. So I tell him. Every detail. Dante’s thickness stretching me wider than Marcus ever has. Paul’s politeness while he bounced me on his cock on our couch.

My tits bounced in my top and he pulled it down, sucking on my nipples while I fucked him. “Yeah… just like that,” I whispered. I rode him harder, the wet disgusting sounds of my pussy taking his dick filling the quiet library corner. I was still full of Jake’s cum and it made everything extra slippery. Ethan noticed. “You’re dripping everywhere… did you already get fucked today?” I didn’t answer. I just rode him faster, grinding my clit on him. It felt dirty and good. He grabbed my soft ass hard and started thrusting up, meeting me. The chair was shaking now.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

“I want you inside me.” He bent her over his massive oak desk, yanked her skirt up, and ripped her lace panties aside. Her pussy was shaved smooth and dripping. He rubbed his cockhead along her slit, then slammed in balls-deep. Lila cried out in pleasure. “Yes! Fuck your assistant’s tight cunt.” Ethan pounded her relentlessly, hips slapping against her ass. The desk creaked under the force. He reached around to rub her swollen clit while railing her. “So wet for your boss. Such a dirty little slut.”

He moved closer and, still fondling his bulge, Karen sat back in the chair, one leg thrown over the other, squeezing her thighs together to bring pressure to bear on her clitoris. There was something powerfully erotic about the glorious interior of Blackwood Towers. Generations of Burnets had fucked there — not only husbands and wives but, no doubt, a multitude of illicit lovers as well. It was as if the tumescence, liquid arousal and violent pleasure of these people from the past had impregnated the walls. She could almost see them dressed in period costume, ruffles and lace, trooped skirts and powdered wigs. Her mind slipped notches, filled with swirling coloured lights and images of forni

Not like I cared anymore,her subtle invitation had sent waves down my spine and I wasn't going to stop this time. I picked her up and set her on the conference table, hurriedly throwing off the paper files on it to the ground. I set her down on the table, her body beneath mine. I took advantage of the little slit on her skirt and ripped it off, along with her panties. “You're so beautiful Tory, every inch of you is” I set my head down on her pussy and gave the clits a teasing lick, her soft moan was the response to me, and I continued, increasing my pace as she circled her waist beneath

I nodded as I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple slightly. I curled my toes, reached back, and clawed at his arm. "Cum, slut" My body obeyed the command at once. I screamed, my cum sprayed everywhere. In a few seconds, Damon slammed his cock into me a few more times. Then she released shots of his hot cum into my ass and pulled out. His cum dripped out of my ass onto the floor, mixing with my cum. We lay down side by side, catching our breaths. "Ella"