Dirty Talking Stories Novels & Stories

that's a red flag - he might like kids. LonelyGirl: 😂😂😂 you are bad. LimberJack: very. now back to the original question princess. LonelyGirl: I reread our chat...often. LimberJack: and... LonelyGirl: I had to throw away my panties. LimberJack: why? 😉 LonelyGirl: you're evil. it turned me on so much that I soaked them. 💦 💦 💦 LimberJack: now there's my naughty girl. that's so hot. so you worked camando. 🥵

All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side. The only thing I’ve been honest about is my kink. Through my texts, I’m brave. I write my heart out. I tell him my innermost thoughts and the most depraved of my fantasies. I don’t know if I can be that way in real life.

"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 .

“Fuck… still so tight. Three weeks and this little hole is gripping me like it forgot how big I am.” He kept going until his hips were flush against mine, every inch buried. Then he stayed there, grinding in slow, deep circles. The base of his cock rubbed my clit with every rotation. The table creaked under us. My wetness and the leftover ice cream made everything slick and filthy-sounding each small movement of his hips produced a thick, wet noise that filled the quiet kitchen.

Most not. At a corner two women were on a wide seat. One lay on her back, legs open. The other was between her thighs, mouth on her breast, sucking hard while her fingers rubbed tight circles on the woman’s clit. The one underneath kept making these soft, desperate sounds, hips lifting every time the fingers moved. A sex party. I turned to Ethan, shocked. “I wanted to spice things up, babe,” he said, like it was nothing. I shook my head. “You don’t have to do all this, Ethan. I think we should go.”

Soft afternoon light spilled through the gap. I stopped just outside and looked in. Richard sat on the edge of his large bed. His shirt was open. His trousers were pushed down to his thighs. His fist was wrapped around a thick hard cock that looked even bigger than I had imagined in every filthy fantasy. He stroked himself in long firm pulls, the head already shiny and dark. The wet sound of his hand moving over the shaft filled the quiet room. My mouth went dry. My pussy clenched so hard I almost made a sound.

The sounds were filthy, wet, slick noises filling the quiet kitchen. “Jake…” I gasped, head falling back. “Say it,” he demanded, voice low. “Tell me how wrong this is while I finger this tight little pussy.” “It’s wrong,” I whispered, hips rocking against his hand. “We shouldn’t, God, don’t stop.”

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 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.