Dirty Talking Stories Novels & Stories

"Your pussy grips me so tight. Forbidden and perfect." "Fuck me deeper, Jake. Fill your stepsister." The dirty talk flowed naturally now. We changed positions. He bent me over the arm of the couch and took me from behind. Hard, fast strokes. The living room filled with the sound of skin slapping. "Someone could come home any minute," he growled. That pushed me over. I came hard, muffling my cry into a pillow. He followed soon after, pulling out and painting my ass with hot cum. We cleaned up just in time. Our parents returned with groceries. The rest of the day we stole touches whenever possible. His hand on my ass in the kitchen. My fingers brushing his bulge in the hallway.

Time evaporated as I was filled with cock after cock and my body covered in their warm sticky slime. I loved the attention of the crowd the erect cocks waiting and the limp ones I had already serviced. I rolled over onto my back and felt the cold hard glass stick to my bottom. I was exhausted but happy. I stared at the bright ceiling lights for a moment. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again the shop was quiet. I pulled myself up and looked around. The shop was now empty. I looked through the windows to see dusk was settling in. I looked at the counter it was dripping with cum my whole body and face was crusted over with the stuff. I looked up and could see myself on the TV. I smiled

“Look at you. Pretty little sluts. Your parents would think you are good in solving equations and mathematics problems. But no… here you are, swallowing my cum." “Clean me,” Dan ordered, slapping his dick against their cheeks. "Suck the cum into your mouth. Don't swallow." Stacey leaned forward and started licking the base side. Mia joined in, sucking his tip, cleaning the sticky trails of cum. They traded turns licking and sucking his dick until it was clean. "Good little cleaners. Now I want to see you guys share it." Stacey leaned in and pressed her mouth to Mia’s. Their tongues tangled, cum sliding between them as they kissed deeply.

“Quietly. Take every inch like the slut you are for me.” The chair creaked softly as I bounced, his cock hitting that perfect spot each time. We kept our voices to harsh whispers. “Harder,” I begged. “Claim me right here where you work.” He thrust up sharply, making me whimper. “You love this, don’t you? Sneaking around while your mother’s home. My dirty secret.” “Yes… I’m your dirty secret.” The words pushed me closer. My clit rubbed against him with every grind until I came hard, clenching around him, biting his lip to stay silent.

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.

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.”

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

“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.

I looked down, my eyes widening in pure horror as the new message populated on the screen. "Unknown; Look at that, your reputation is already in the gutter. Let's make a deal. If you don't drop out of the duet or botch the performance next week, the hospital photo goes on the forum next. Let's see how your scholarship and your precious GPA handle a prostitution scandal like that. Clock is ticking, Dark Bird." My breath completely caught. The trap was perfectly laid. If I sang well, my life was ruined by the blackmailer. If I dropped out or botched it, my GPA died, and my only ticket out of the club life evaporated.

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.