Dirty Talking Stories Novels & Stories

“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

He unbuckled his belt, the sound making my pussy clench. “You’re a dirty fucking girl, Sienna,” he said, pushing his slacks and boxers down. His massive cock sprang free — thick, veiny, and already rock hard. It was even bigger up close than I remembered. The fat head glistened with a drop of precum. “You’ve been fantasizing about Daddy’s cock for a long time, haven’t you?” “Yes…” I admitted, rubbing my clit faster. “I touch myself thinking about you almost every night. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years.”

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

enough magic to make her moan. “That moan”…he murmured… ”yessss!” He pulled out his dick from his pants and shoved it into her. “Ughhhh..fasterrrr!”…she moaned as he slid in and out of her. It was raw…unwavering…it was…consuming. About two hours went by..they were cleaning up..from taking showers to cleaning the locker room benches…they did it all. The locker room was sparkly clean…like nothing ever happened.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

They spanked us red, marked our necks with hickeys, and made us beg for their cum. Later in the outdoor hot tub under the stars, we rode them slowly. Me on Dad’s lap facing him, Claire on Uncle Paul. The warm water bubbled around us as we ground down, kissing the men and each other. They finished by standing us up against the edge—Mark fucking my pussy hard while Paul took Claire’s ass. They pulled out at the end and painted our backs and asses with fresh loads. Sunday morning was slower but no less filthy. We woke tangled together. Dad ate my pussy while Uncle Paul fucked Claire’s throat. Then they had us in a daisy chain—me licking Claire’s cum-filled cunt while she sucked Dad, while Paul

Toussaint didn’t hold back either; going full beast mode as he filled Jace up, slamming in hard and fast with a constant momentum. “Yes!” Jace screamed as Toussaint’s huge dick slid in and out of him. “Fuck me harder! Fuck me till I can’t walk anymore!” “I will,” Toussaint grunted, pounding into with a renewed energy. “I will fuck the living day out of you, Jace. Until you can’t walk anymore. Until your hole memorizes my cock and no other one feels the same again.” Jace felt strangely turned on by Toussaint being all dirty and filthy with words and all he could do was let the moans escape his lips as Toussaint marked every other part of his body.

"Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you." Dawn crept, pain throbbing constant reminder. Mia knocked— "Up yet?" I panicked, Jax slipping out window quiet, cock print on my mind. Dressed slow, pussy leaking cum down thighs, sore walk to kitchen. His eyes met mine over coffee, smirk promising: "Anytime." Dirty heat simmered weekend far from done, brother's claim deeper. But guilt twisted with lust Mia chatting clueless, her brother’s cum inside me. He cornered me later by sink, hand under skirt quick fingers sliding folds, parting open. "Shh, anytime quickie," growled dirty.

“Harder. Don't stop.” Hans leaned downward and helped Devon suck my other nipple. Devon pulled away from him and Hans's finger twisted the wet nipples he had abandoned. I arched into him, my fingers fisting as I offered my ass to Mitch even more, spreading my legs wider. His balls slapped against my ass, wet and obscene. The sounds echoed off the basement walls, slapping skin, wet mouths, groans, and my own broken whimpers. “Now we're gonna fuck you one after the other. We're gonna make the sweet cunt of yours drip all over our dicks and we're gonna suck you dry. Hope you're ready for that.”