Filthy Mature Novels & Stories

“Choking on me… you were made for this. Such a dirty little slut, taking me so deep.” I shivered, my mind hazy, my senses on fire. My throat burned, my lips tingled, my chest heaved. Every push, every filthy word, pulled me deeper into a dizzying mix of submission and craving. “Come on… that’s it. I’m close… you’re gonna make me lose it,” he growled, his words rough, filthy, urgent.

"Let go Mommy-slut, cum you dirty cunt! Cum on your son's big dick." "YES BABY, I'M CUMMING! OH, FUCKING GOD, JESUS CHRIST, FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING ON MY SON'S DICK. I'M SUCH A FILTHY CUM SLUT, A WHORE, A MOMMY-SLUT TO CUM ON HER SON'S BIG FAT MONSTER COCK. FUCK ME!" Cecilia wailed. "I'VE NEVER CUM SO HARD, NEVER FELT SO FULL! OH, FUCK BABY! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM! SHIT, FUCKK! I'M STILL CUMMING!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

I decided to find out if she would actually be able to ask or even plead for more, as I asked "You like my big hard cock in your ass, motherslut? Does it make you feel dirty to want your son to fuck your asshole and fill you with hot cum? I bet you're such a dirty perverted motherslut that you're going to orgasm just by a good hard ass fucking." I knew that dirty and demeaning talk always made motherslut horny and ready for a good fuck. Motherslut didn't disappoint. She waited until I had pulled all the way back with just my cock head inside her ass, then forced her bubble butt back with such strength that her tight little asshole swallowed my entire length. Motherslut then moaned in pleasur

“What—” “It’s for your pûssy, my little whôre.” The said pûssy pulsed in response. God. It was humiliating and I felt embarrassed to respond to his filthy words in such a way. I could feel a trickle of wetness leaking out of me. “I will wait to fill your pûssy until you’re ready, meanwhile this will do.”

We can be friends. The phrase fired me up. I didn’t want to be friends with him. I wanted to be the dirty girl in the photos, and I could take it if only he’d let me. I dropped my backpack on the floor, somehow managing to find the strength of confession. “I have sides to me, too,” I said, then launched into a stream. “I looked in your wardrobe drawer, Julian. I shouldn’t have done it, but I was curious when I was taking one of your shirts out. I saw the pictures, and I saw the toys. I do know those sides of you, and it doesn’t make me want it any less. It makes me want it more. I’m not as innocent as I look. I’m not a baby who doesn’t know what sex, smut, and kink is. I love that stuff. I l

My pussy and ass leaked their seed, my tits were glazed, and my fingers still rubbed my swollen, cum-smeared clit in slow, filthy circles. Mr. Reynolds looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes. “You really are a dirty young slut, aren’t you? Final dare for now, Mia. We’re going to ruin that tight 22-year-old body. You’re going to take all four of us as hard as we want, in every hole, and you’re going to thank us like the filthy little girl you are. Keep rubbing that cum-filled clit the whole time.” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Ruin me.”

The scent of baby oil, sweat, and raw sex hung thick in the air, making the living room feel like a private den of sin. Derek shifted first, his big hand sliding down Mike’s slick back to squeeze one firm ass cheek. “We should clean up,” he muttered, voice rough and uncertain. “This was… fuck, this was a one-time thing. We’re not doing this again. I’m married. You’re married. We both love pussy.”

My legs already pressed so hard together, the coat I had on over my skimpy dress suddenly became uncomfortable. There was no way I could say the things in my head right now. My definition of great was dirty. Absolutely dirty. And I just couldn't. "I want to hear those little filthy thoughts spilling out of you." He muttered, "So say it, like you're curious, Canny." The smirk curving his lips made my panties wet. Oh boy, this was turning into something erotic. And I liked it. So very much.

Memories of our first night flooded back — raw and filthy. ‎“Not to mention something you enjoyed very much,” he continued, voice low and filthy. “My thick cock thrusting in and out of your tight, sloppy cunt in that slow, torturous pace… the one that had you whining like a desperate whore and squeezing around me so hard, milking me for every drop.” ‎I looked down, blushing furiously, and covered my face with my hands. 'Does this man have no filter?' ‎ ‎He chuckled. “Alright, I’ll let you be… for now.”