Dirty Talking Stories Novels & Stories

The Duke's sons are hot and irresistibly handsome with cocks that were made to be served. HYACINTH I figured out Ken was despicable and slimey but it came as a core-wrenching shock when he called me to his office with the pretence of going through some ideas for a new project just to whip out his below average dick in my face. There I stood staring in awe (not the good type) and disgust at the degenerate –who was suppose to be my Boss– and his limp cock. Needless to say he expected me to suck him off. Instead, I told him to try a shredder– for maximum stimulation– and then I quit. That was nearly two weeks.

Dave аnd Jіm ѕtорреd ѕuсkіng mу tits and lооkеd аt me еxресtаntlу. "Shоuld I bаbе? Dо you thіnk I'm thаt much оf a slut thаt I wоuld gеt naked іn frоnt оf fоur mеn. Two wе juѕt met? What dо уоu thіnk wіll happen іf I tаkе mу раntіеѕ оff? When I took my brа off thеу ѕuсkеd оn my tіtѕ. What wіll they dо іf I ѕhоw them my рuѕѕу?" "Uр tо уоu bаbе," ѕаіd Tоm.

I am going to burn this image into my mind. We both watch as his hand slides between my thighs again, fingers slipping through my folds like he owns me. I shiver and widen my stance without even thinking. God, I’m already gone for him, and I know we are just getting started. “She loves being played with, doesn’t she? Loves knowing people might be watching her get off.” I whimper at his words, both embarrassed and unbelievably turned on by the dirty talk. He nips at my earlobe. “Use your words. Tell me you love it.”

I’m alone in their massive house, horny and determined to make Damien lose control tonight. I start looking through their media room for something to watch… and I hit the jackpot. A hidden folder on their TV called “Private.” Inside are dozens of high-quality p**n videos — rough sex, cheating husbands, babysitter fantasies, creampies, degradation. Exactly my kind. My pussy throbs instantly. I put on one of the filthiest ones — a young babysitter getting brutally fucked by the married dad while his wife sleeps upstairs. The girl on screen is moaning like a whore, getting her pussy pounded mercilessly.

“Say it while I’m inside you.” “It’s… fuck… it’s yours right now,” I moaned, hating how true it sounded. “Just for tonight. Don’t make this weird.” He released my wrists and grabbed my hips, angling deeper. “Wrong answer. This hole belongs to me now. Every game, every hotel, every fucking chance I get. I’m gonna keep it full of my cum.” We went round after round like that. He flipped me onto my stomach, fucking me from behind while whispering filthy shit in my ear. Then back on my back so he could watch my face. Each time slower, more intense, his dirty talk getting darker.

SUMMER'S POV Dark Bird!! Are you seeing this group chat right now?? Girl, people are dragging you BADLY. Saying you seduced the big shot and that's why Noel gave him to you. Some of them are saying you've been doing that for months — stealing clients and getting special treatment. It's getting messy. You need to see this." A screenshot followed. I slowly opened it.

It’s already planning all the ways I’m going to stretch that pussy out soon. By the end of the day she’s “accidentally” brushed her ass against me twice more. Told me more fake sad stories about her ex. But I can tell there’s something she’s hiding behind those tears. Something dirty. And I want to fuck it out of her.

And now this. Molly’s eyes narrowed, voice cracking with venom. “You’re a pathetic slut, you know that? Three guys, Grace? At once? What the hell is wrong with you?” I didn’t blink. “Nothing’s wrong with me. I wanted them. They wanted me. That’s it.” She scoffed, almost laughed. “You think that makes you powerful? That just makes you disgusting.” I tilted my head, watching her unravel. “You can call it whatever you want, Molly. But I’m not the one who snuck into someone’s room to sabotage their life because I couldn’t stand not being the center of attention.”

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.