Filthy Dramione Novels & Stories

Her pussy gushed, hot, clear mixed with thick cream, dripping down her thighs in filthy rivers, pooling on the floor in shiny puddles that reflected the living room light, the scent of her raw, dirty arousal filling the room like a p**n set. The AC hummed uselessly, sweat beading on her back, dripping between her ass cheeks. Derek pulled out, wet pop, fingers glistening with her cream, thick white strings connecting to her gaping pink hole. He slapped her clit, sharp crack, the swollen pearl jumping, making her yelp, body jerking, more cream oozing out. “Knees,” he said. “Suck the law. Now.” Brittany dropped, hard, knees bruising tile, mouth open, tongue out like a p**n set.

“ Look at this pussy, so desperate and so weeping. Does my brother know that his innocent wife is being a good slut for me?” The degrading words didn't turn me on, if anything, they made my stomach clench and pussy throb harder. “ Roman please… I want to pee!” I screamed, something devastatingly destructive building inside me. Roman chuckled before pulling away, his fingers withdrawn making me feel empty. I groaned in protest. “ If I let you cum so fast, what's the fun in that?”

Dirty talk filled the air. 'Tell them how it feels,' Damian commanded, pulling out to let her speak. 'So full... your friends' dicks are ruining me, Damian. But I need yours most. Fuck me next, please,' she panted, pushing back on Khalid. Khalid laughed, thrusting harder. 'Hear that? She's addicted. Gonna cum in this ass.' 'Do it,' Damian said. 'Mark my slut.' Khalid groaned, flooding her ass with cum, the warmth spreading. Scarlett shattered again, screaming his name. He pulled out, cum dripping from her stretched hole.

The sound of morning from a p**n movie played in the background. He opened his mouth, whimpering loudly while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He came. His cum spraying on the bathroom floor with him bent over, his whole body shaking. I stood there, unmoved and uncertain of what to do. Because the man on the floor was none other than…. “Mark?” He shot up from the floor, his eyes widening in panic as they fell upon me. He looked a mess, scrambling with trousers and not caring about staining it with his release.

Third person POV: After thinking for a while about unknown attraction towards Savannah, Draco wiped his face and body thoroughly with fresh water and got out with a wrapped white cotton towel around his torso…. Outside was Jasmine who was waiting for him… she had now changed in new dry yet somewhat damped pair of clothing while there was a bowl of something that looked like paste of green colored powder in her hand… Draco’s eyes shifted toward bowl in her hand… he was about to ask her about it when Jasmine spoke “This is paste of basil leaves …. it…. will help you to keep your wound from turning worst … I would have treated you with freshly powdered turmeric but…. this the only thing I have

CHAPTER 2: BENT OVER THE BOSS’ DESK ELODIE’S POV “I’m your c-cum dumpster, sir,” I sob, the words humiliating and true. “Louder.” “I’M YOUR CUM DUMPSTER!” I scream. The filthiness of the words, the degradation, sends a fresh, hot flood of arousal soaking my bare thighs.

I then took out the portion, then examined it. I took if close to my nostrils and my eyes widened in horror at the realization. “Dramon, Burns is pure evil.” “What did he do?” “The portion is made of Red Morpium, a rare plant used to forcefully kill babies in the womb.” “What! He plans to kill his own child!”

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

Then I saw the message again, but this time, not in the private DM but in the live inbox: ~ acock4u: I know who you are. Then several live messages followed: ~ hugeBBC1: Really? Tell us bro ~ 4kdaily: I'd kill to know who she is. I wanna fuck the hell out of that wet cunt so badly. My heart was hammering in my chest when another private message came in: ~ acock4u: Do I let them know it's you? Daphne? My hand froze inside my panties and I scrambled to switch off the live, another private message came in:

One man rubs my clit fast while pounding me until I squirt all over the bed and his cock. I lose count of how many times I come and how many loads of warm cum fill my pussy and cover my body. Darius finally pushes back inside me fucking me through the messy wetness. "This cum-filled cunt is mine," he groans, thrusting hard. "You are my perfect filthy slut Liora. I love watching you like this." He fucks me hard in front of the entire crowd until he adds his own powerful load deep inside me. The crowd applauds as I lie there exhausted, covered in sweat and cum leaking from my well-used pussy.