Dirty Talking Stories Novels & Stories

I could feel pleasure from both holes, with two of his fingers in my ass and one in my pussy. He rubbed my clit with the tip of his dick and spread my lips. " No, stop, Jeremy! Our parents are going to find out,” I cried, trying to close my legs, but he pinned me down and placed one of my legs on the cabinet. I couldn’t deny it, I loved what was happening. " Who’s going to tell them? You’re going to act like a good girl and keep your mouth shut,” he said, plunging his cock into me. “Fuck…” A moan escaped from my mouth as I grabbed the edge of the cabinet tightly.

You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying. It's madness, a disease, call it whether you want ... .It doesn’t change the fact that you have no control over your body, thoughts or actions. And the only cure? Take a wild guess. I stumbled into the restroom, picking the farthest stall before locking it and slamming my back against it. One hand found my blouse, slipped into it and found my boob….The other found its way into my mouth. I was panting, everything in me racing. And like any dirty girl would, I let my mouth welcome the two fingers.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Click after filthy click. The more he stroked, the deeper his mind sank. “Fuck… imagine some rich older man seeing these,” he whispered, voice husky. His hand sped up. “Pin me down and call me his dirty little slut… force my legs open and breed my hole until I’m leaking cum for days.” His fantasies turned darker, wilder. “Degrade me. Tell me I’m just a set of holes for superior cock. Slap my face with it. Choke me while pounding me raw. Fill me up until my belly swells and I can’t even walk…”

His length stays upright, standing tall as a blatant dare. I crawl over his waist, leaning down to press a quick, mocking kiss to the tip before positioning myself over his thigh. Now I just want to see how far I can push him. How much of that calm, stubborn control I can strip away. “Tell me a Bible story, Brock,” I whisper, slowly guiding his tip to my aching cunt. “I heard you used to be quite the storyteller in your youth.” I lower myself onto him, but I stop halfway. I refuse to take the full length. When dealing with a man who can split you in half, holding back is the only way to survive.

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

Maybe that's why my mom married him, after all he doesn't even have a stable job! I watched as Evelyn walked up to him and made him watch as she slipped a finger into herself. "I'm so wet, Frank. I need your hard dick in me right now. I want you to fuck me silly. Make me your fucking cum slut.". She moaned, gripping Frank's hardened dick from his trousers. I heard Frank groan. God, her dirty talk was quickly breaking down any control that he had left. "Fuck," she moaned as she continued to finger her tight pussy. She was voluptuous, and I'm sure Frank was imagining himself grabbing her waist as he fucked hard into her, her screaming at him not to stop. God, I was becoming wet.

Warm, calloused fingers stroked my skin, inching upward until they found my bare, already-soaked pussy. “Fuck, Em,” he whispered so quietly only I could hear, his breath hot against my ear. “No panties? You’re such a dirty little slut for me.” I bit my lip hard as two thick fingers slid through my slick folds, spreading my wetness. He circled my swollen clit lazily, then dipped lower and pushed one finger inside me. My walls clenched around him instantly. “Ooooh…” A tiny moan escaped before I could stop it. I turned it into a cough, pretending to clear my throat.

At this point I was soaked, my panties were stuck like tissue paper on my folds. Tyler's eyes met mine, the fire in them almost scorching off my underwear. "Ashley. What's the dirtiest fuck you've ever had in your line of work?" I squeezed my thighs together creating friction to buzz on my excited pussy. "I got double teamed by two brothers. One was fucking my ass while the other gagged me on his huge cock." All four of them pressed the heel of their palms to to their bulging groins staring at my swinging boobs.

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have