Dirty Thirty Themes Novels & Stories

“Make out. Both of you. And don’t be quiet. Tell each other what dirty little sluts you are.” Sophia smiled and pulled me close. Our wet bodies pressed together, breasts rubbing, as we kissed deeply. Our tongues slid against each other, the kiss turning sloppy and hungry. “I’m such a filthy slut,” Sophia whispered against my lips. “Letting two men use my holes while my best friend watches.” I moaned softly, grinding against her thigh. “I’m worse. I’m a professor who fucks her student and begs for more. Such a desperate cock-hungry whore.”

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission.

Involuntarily, my eyes snap open and I can attest, even nightmares are not this horrid. This place is dirty, and when I say dirty I mean it's horrifyingly filthy. I won't be surprised if she told them I have OCDs. I am never keeping friends again, am completely done. "That wasn't so hard was it?" I look up at the three people in the room in annoyance. Two males and the witch who escaped death the other day. Shouldn't she be repenting and turning away from sin? Dumb bitch. All the dirty work she has been doing for what?

“Dripping down my fingers like a needy whore. This pussy is clenching so hard, begging to be fucked. You want my cock right here, don’t you? Want me to bend you over these seats and pound you while Jake watches the movie?” His dirty words made me gush. I nodded frantically, biting my knuckle to stay quiet. “Yesss… Alex… please…” He sped up, fucking me harder with his fingers, thumb rubbing my clit in tight, fast circles. The pressure coiled tighter in my belly. I was so close, right on the edge, thighs trembling, pussy fluttering around his thick digits. “Ooooh god… ahhhh… I’m gonna…I’m so close…” My voice cracked into a desperate whimper. I couldn’t hold back the moans much longer. My hips

Up close, he was obscene, with a sharp jaw, full cupid bow lip, and eyes the color of thunderheads. “Rebecca said you’re desperate.” I flinched. I didn't like the word, but it's true. “I’m behind on rent,” I answered, refusing to lower my gaze. “There’s a difference.” “Three months. Eviction in thirty. Maxed cards. No safety net.” He listed my failures like he’d read my credit report for foreplay. “I don’t waste time, Aria. I want total access. Every hole. Every breath. You live here. You sleep in my bed unless I chain you somewhere else. You pose when I say pose. You come when I allow it. You don’t touch anyone else unless I’m watching and directing. In exchange, your debts vanish. Six mont

I turned away, feeling a bit awkward, but because I was close to them, I could still hear their conversation. "Fvck, I had a great threesome last night! The twins were so fvcking wild in bed!" "Hey, be careful with threesomes; the girl might have a disease!" "I know when a girl is clean or not; I don't fvck a prostitute, dude, and I am clean, you idiot!"

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

Just like last time. But tonight, alone in the dark, I don’t have to lie. I drag the sheets over my body and shut my eyes, knowing this isn’t over. Not even close. I still want Diesel Gray. I always fucking have.

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.

"You've got jokes. Good. You'll need them." "Was that a threat or—" "It was advice. Now get changed." I walked downstairs thinking about Sebastian. About his hands. About the way he said my name. About the way he looked at me like I was something he wanted. And then the way he threw me away right after. Just like Sophie. Just like everyone. Why do I keep letting people do this to me? Why do I keep hoping maybe this time will be different? The dressing room downstairs was cramped. Smelled like some guy's old gym bag and floor cleaner. Four other guys in there, all of them built like they ate protein powder for every meal. Muscles on top of muscles. Tattoos everywhere.