Dirty Talking Stories Novels & Stories

“Your cunt is dripping like a faucet. No panties either? You dirty fucking girl. Were you playing with yourself in your room earlier? Is that why you took so long? Stuffing that tight pussy and thinking about me?” I whimpered quietly, hips twitching involuntarily against him. His dirty talk was turning me into liquid fire. I’d crushed on Nick for years—his tall, athletic body, sharp jaw, the way he commanded every room. Now he was under me, hard as steel, whispering the most depraved things while our parents sat just feet away. Without warning, two thick fingers plunged deep into my soaked pussy.

“I don’t need a visual of you shaking your dick in some poor girl’s face.” He laughs. “You should try it.” “No way would he do it,” Quinton says from the chair, his attention focused on the hockey game. “More like no way would you do it,” I shoot back, giving him a pointed look. “Hey, the ladies like their dark men thick,” he says, rubbing his hand over his not-that-thick belly. “Trust me, I don’t need to dance at bachelorette parties to get the goods.” “You’re both pathetic,” I say. “I would have thought that our days of university were behind"

"God, Daniel, I want you so bad." A dark, satisfied smirk spread across his face, one that made my stomach do a complete flip. He didn't move away. Instead, he reached down, his large, warm hand sliding right under the hem of my denim skirt. I gasped as his fingers found exactly what they were looking for. Since I wasn't wearing any panties, there was no barrier. He slid two fingers deep into my soaking wet pussy, moving them in a slow, agonizing circle that made my knees buckle. I leaned my forehead against his chest, whimpering as he pulled his hand back out. He brought his glistening fingers right up to his own mouth, his eyes never leaving mine as he licked my pussy juice off them .

I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.

I wanted him to fuck me absolutely silly. ”You're so fucking hot when you scream like that,” he muttered, his large hands gripping my hips to keep me in place as he fucked my ass hard, each thrust sending me into another dimension. ‎“Milking my cock like a whore," he rasped. ‎I moaned loudly at his words, the dirty talk making my pussy completely flood with moisture. "Fuck me harder… I'll be your dirty little slut…put your big cock into any hole you want!" ‎We were a total sweaty mess as the sounds of our lovemaking filled the quiet room. He raised one of my legs up over the couch arm, the brutal new angle let him grind even deeper, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyes.

“Fantasy? I imagine a guy taking me at work, in the office bathroom. He pins me against the sink, hikes up my skirt, and shoves his fingers into my wet pussy, fingering me hard while I bite my arm to keep from screaming. Then he fucks me from behind, slapping my ass while I cum. No condom, filling me with cum until it drips down my legs. Fuck, Marcos, I’m going crazy just talking about it.” They laughed together now—dirty, loaded laughs—their bodies inching closer on the filthy floor. The air was thick with lust, the smell of sweat and arousal mingling like a forbidden perfume. Marcos told another story, about a fuck in a dark alley, pounding a chick against the wall while it rained, water m

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)