Filth Novels & Stories

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the two dirty minded dunderheads chuckled together making a pregnant Zeke giggle and almost pee due to it too. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * // NOTE FOR THE READERS: DILF is ‘Daddy I would Like to F*ck’. Thank me later for saving precious time and a g****e search for you guys :P

Words tumbled filthy, voice husky, no trace of boardroom polish. He unzipped slow, freeing his cock monstrous, nine veined inches, pierced with a thick ring at the head, pre-cum beading shiny. "Suck." She dove, lips stretching wide around the girth, tongue lapping salt, the metal cool against her palate. He skull-fucked without mercy hands vise on her head, hips bucking deep, gagging her with brutal thrusts. Spit bubbled from her lips, dripping chin to cleavage, mascara streaking as tears welled. "Choke on it, good-girl whore. This what church bitches dream of?"

She wrinkles her nose. “Yeah. Someone ditched it in the cage on the side of the road. He was cool and knew how to say ‘fuck’ and a few other choice words.” “What happened to him?” I lower my gaze to the bar, stomach clenching just thinking about it. Captain Morgan was a fucking awesome cockatiel. “Jackson let him out when the living room ceiling fan was on high.” Charlie gasps and brings her hand to her mouth. “Oh my God, I’m sorry.”

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one

And now this. Molly’s eyes narrowed, voice cracking with venom. “You’re a pathetic slut, you know that? Three guys, Grace? At once? What the hell is wrong with you?” I didn’t blink. “Nothing’s wrong with me. I wanted them. They wanted me. That’s it.” She scoffed, almost laughed. “You think that makes you powerful? That just makes you disgusting.” I tilted my head, watching her unravel. “You can call it whatever you want, Molly. But I’m not the one who snuck into someone’s room to sabotage their life because I couldn’t stand not being the center of attention.”

The possessive pressure made her clench hard around him. “Keep talking,” he ordered. “Dirtier.” Vespera moaned, the sound cracked and shameless. “I’m your filthy little fuck doll,” she said, voice wrecked as she kept slamming herself down. “I wake up aching for this cock. I go to sleep dripping because you won’t let me come unless I’m on it. I want you to ruin me. I want you to fuck this cunt so deep I feel you in my stomach. I want to come all over you while I tell you how much of a cock-slut you’ve turned me into.”

I stepped into the freezing water, shivering as it stabbed into my skin. But I welcomed the cold. I needed it. Needed to feel something that wasn’t fear or pain or disgust. I scrubbed until my skin turned raw. Until the dried blood and sweat and filth were gone. But the shame? That stuck. Like rot beneath the surface. I kept going—hoping I could scrape the memory of his hands off me. But there’s no washing away that kind of filth. Not really. I should know better. Andrew’s filth is still stuck to my skin even after all this time.

I push it down , through my hands, into the building, into the screaming city bedrock. The effect is immediate. Vile. A wave of blight radiates out from our building. Not fire. Not ice. Decay . Pavement cracks, blackening like rotten teeth. Parked cars rust into orange dust in seconds. The nearest Pyre Cultist’s summoned flame gutters and dies, replaced by a creeping, grey mold that races up his robes. The frozen golem doesn't shatter. It crumbles , collapsing into a pile of lifeless, brittle sand. A wave of putrid, earthy stench rolls over us. The street below… dies. Plants wither. Metal corrodes. A localized scar of utter desolation.

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********