Filthy Mature Novels & Stories

SYDNEY Matthew kept grinding deep inside me, his thick black cock stretching my poor pussy lips wide around every thrust. The fat shaft rubbed against every sensitive spot, making my whole body shake. I came hard again, squirting all over his cock and balls. Warm juices gushed out as my pussy clenched and pulsed around him. “Fuck yes, you dirty squirting slut,” He groaned. “Drowning my black cock with your married pussy juice.” He pulled out suddenly, and I whimpered, suddenly feeling empty. His massive dick shone with my cum. He stroked it slowly, spreading my wetness all over the thick shaft.

Lila’s eyes widened in shock. Her hand was still inside her soaked shorts, fingers covered in her own wetness. She froze against the wall, heart pounding hard in her chest. He towered over her, inked knuckles flexing at his sides. Sweat still ran down his muscular chest. His voice came out low and dangerous. “I know exactly what you’ve been watching, little girl. Every filthy video. Every time you touch that pretty pussy thinking about me.” Lila’s face burned hot with shame, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples stayed hard against her tank top. Fresh wetness leaked out of her and soaked her shorts even more. She couldn’t look away from him.

Click after filthy click. The more he stroked, the deeper his mind sank. “Fuck… imagine some rich older man seeing these,” he whispered, voice husky. His hand sped up. “Pin me down and call me his dirty little slut… force my legs open and breed my hole until I’m leaking cum for days.” His fantasies turned darker, wilder. “Degrade me. Tell me I’m just a set of holes for superior cock. Slap my face with it. Choke me while pounding me raw. Fill me up until my belly swells and I can’t even walk…”

“You don’t deserve our cocks but we gave it to you anyways because you’re nothing but a filthy hole that begs to be used.” “A cunt that would kill to have itself creampied.”

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

Brian gritted his teeth and yelled. I have to admit that he swerved really fast. I was talking about cruelty, but suddenly he was talking about a third person. Although Richard and I do not have any feelings, Brian already suspected me, I should take advantage of this to make him give up harassing me. “Because you're filthy. You are like a hospital bed. One after another lay on top of you.” “Huh? Filthy? Hospital bed?” His eyes widened as if they could shoot sparks and burn me.

They’re weak and feel like jelly. He fishes out some paper towels and cleans himself up with them. When I extend my hand to him for some, he shakes his head. “You’re going to walk out of here with my cum running down your thighs.” Fuck. Who knew professor Kade was a dirty talker? When my brain can function again, I tug my panties up my thighs and wear my leggings, ignoring the lines of cum that trickle down my thighs. It’s dirty but it’s so fucking hot.

Her other hand slid up to her tits—fingertips gripping the edge of the gown, pinching one nipple between two fingers until she moaned. Her body rocked against the mattress. Her hips lifted. Her breath came fast. “He came inside me,” she whispered. “He fucked me on the table. Said I was his. Said I was his Mommy. His MILF.” Her pussy gushed. Literally gushed—a soft stream of slick wetting her palm. She cried out. Back arched. Orgasm ripped through her again—not a dream, not imagined, not gentle. Wet. Loud. Shameful. Real.

God, it feels so dirty, so good. Emboldened, Charlotte tugged her panties down her legs, kicking them aside to the carpet with a soft thud. Naked from the waist down, she spread her knees wide, feet planted on the mattress, the cool air kissing her exposed pussy. Her fingers delved deeper now, middle finger sliding through her wetness to probe her entrance. It yielded easily, tight walls fluttering around the intrusion, a gush of arousal coating her hand. The squelch was obscene in the quiet room, wet and rhythmic as she pumped in and out, her thumb grinding her clit in messy circles. Her free hand shoved up her nightgown, freeing her small tits—pale mounds with rosy nipples erect and beggin