Dirty Texts Novels & Stories

” She spins on her heals and exits the room as I make my way to the bathroom. My body is stiff and my wrists bruised. The corners of my mouth are cracked and there is a scar between my breasts, not deep, but it burns as the water runs down my naked body. My legs trembling with every move I make, it feels like they will give in any minute. My throat is dry and my voice raspy like I’d screamed at the top of my lungs the whole night. I reach for the soap with my shaking hands and a huff of garlic fills my nostrils. The smell makes me gag as my stomach turns. I grab my belly as I steady myself against the wall with my free hand, my hair drapes over my face as I bend forward.

she moaned softly, “fuck me, fill me up. I love being your dirty little whore.” He groaned as the tip of his cock nestled, creating soft friction, and then he drove into her in one deep thrust. He pulled out and pounded her ruthlessly. This wasnt lovemaking, or growing closer. This was a dirty fuck in a dingy carpark. The kind of fuck that Remy knew well and the kind of scene that made men like Ethan lose their minds. She took it all and let her arse push back against his cock as he stayed buried deep in her.

It was huge on me, but I didn't mind. Picking through my clothes on the floor of the bathroom, I found my panties. They were red. As I stretched them out and lifted one leg to step into them, I noticed the entire crotch area was a much deeper, crimson red. Lifting them up to my face, my eyes flashed as I realized just how soiled they were. Pressing the material with two fingers, they came away sticky and wet. I suppose that shouldn't be all that shocking. I didn't have a clean pair at his place. A grin slowly appeared on my face as I stared at myself in the mirror. Lifting my feet one at a time, I pulled the soiled panties up my legs and snugged them around my crotch anyway. They were cold b

“This ass belongs to me now. Your fiancé will never stretch it like this. He’ll never make you feel this full and filthy.” He pulled out of her ass only when she was shaking and dripping. He turned her onto her back again, straddled her chest, and pushed her full breasts together around his spit-slick cock. He fucked the tight valley of her tits with rough, deliberate strokes, the thick head of his cock hitting her chin and lips with every thrust. Spit and precum made the slide filthy and wet. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting hard enough to leave deep red marks, then switched to the other, leaving both peaks swollen and throbbing.

Tears of overwhelming sensation streamed from my eyes, spotting the polished wood beneath my cheek, my makeup smearing into a whoreish mess. “I own this cunt,” he declared, his pace becoming even more frantic, more possessive, cock dragging out to the tip before slamming back in, battering my cervix. “I own every gasp I wring from you. Every tear. Every squirt. This desperate, greedy hole belongs to me now—gonna fuck it raw, fill it until you’re overflowing, until you walk out of here with my cum dripping down your legs for everyone to smell.” His words were filthier than any I’d conjured in my own mind, darker, more unhinged, and they sent me spiraling into oblivion.

“You fucked her in a public bathroom to get my properties under your name. That's quite dirty you know.” Xavier laughed deeply. Instead of feeling calm with his amusement, it felt as if goosebumps are appearing on my skin. “I had sex with Angela in the public bathroom to get your properties under her name.” I blanched. “That’s right honey. Those hotels are under Angela’s name and very soon, I’m going to strip S.H Fashion from you. All I need you to do is sit back and watch.”

“You two really couldn’t wait for me, huh? Started the party early.” Julian chuckled darkly, finally easing his thick length out of me with a long, obscene pop. Thick white strands of his cum immediately dripped from my swollen, puffy pussy onto the sheets below. “She’s all warmed up and sloppy for you now, son. Come take your turn. Our dirty little secret just got a whole lot more fun.” Oliver stripped fast, his shirt and shorts hitting the floor in a heap. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and already leaking at the tip, curving upward with eagerness.

Maybe we can have some fun? Lila stared at the message. She could still taste Marcus on her lips. Her pussy was deliciously sore, marked by another man. She typed back with a small, wicked smile: **Lila:** Trip’s going well. Miss you too. Looking forward to seeing you soon She hit send, then opened her messages with Marcus. He had already texted: *Can’t stop thinking about how you sounded when you came. Dinner again this week?* Lila bit her lip and replied: *Yes. Sooner rather than later.*

Dark suit, an ugly scar down his left cheek, eyes like dead coals. Vincenzo Romano. Of all the bastards in this room… Lola saw him too and stiffened beside me. According to my background checks, Vincenzo has tried to force himself many times on her but was rejected. Later on when her father went bankrupt, he had offered her what he called to be ‘an opportunity’ by asking her to be his personal fuck toy. He was the only person that had offered a helping hand to the Greys, but on dirty terms.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.