Filthy Mature Novels & Stories

“Open your legs for me you dirty slut” -b1gf@tc0Ck12IN “Um, can you not use that word please?” “Why not slut, you’re the one on here whoring yourself.” -b1gf@tc0Ck12IN I couldn’t hit the red X fast enough to close down the chat. Furious with him, and deeply frustrated with myself. Was I just broken? Would I be untouchable forever? I walked away from the computer screen and ran my hand through my hair, my auburn curls shifting chaotically as my fingers passed through them. I was embarrassed, hurt and so bloody horny! I couldn’t let him call me that though, that didn’t turn me on. If he only knew, I was anything but a slut. I was almost 21 and still never even been kissed.

His other hand slid around my front, fingers rubbing my clit again. The pressure built fast. Every thrust hit that perfect spot. “You like it when I use you like this, don’t you?” I groaned at the filth in his words, clenching hard around me. He groaned, his grip on my hair tightening. “Such a good little slut for me.” My moaned ended in a whimper as I managed to arch more for him. A finger stroked my spine in approval. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy so good.”

“Look at what a perfect little whore you’ve become on your wedding night.” I did look. My makeup was ruined, mascara streaked down my cheeks. My tits bounced with every thrust. Cum from earlier rounds still glistened on my skin. And between the three of them, I looked… Ruined,Alive. The pleasure built fast and vicious. I came hard around their cocks, moaning around Alaric’s shaft as my body shook. They didn’t stop. They kept rotating, switching holes with filthy ease, whispering the dirtiest things against my ear.

Cheating on my mother and asking me to cover for him like it was just another favor. “You’re a disgrace to this profession,” I said flatly. His head snapped toward me. “What the hell did you just say to me?” “You heard me. A man is in there fighting for his life and you’re too busy planning your disgusting affair to give a shit.” He stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous. “I should fire you right here and now.” I didn’t flinch. “Except you can’t. Because you need me.” I paused, then looked him square in the eye. “You’re very pathetic.”

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

The door clicked shut behind him, and with that final sound, the world fell still. Ivy stood in the middle of the bedroom, half-dressed and still trembling, her breath catching in shallow pulls that barely reached the bottom of her chest. The air was thick and heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, and the residual heat of everything he had just poured into her. Her body was raw. Her thighs were sticky with him. Her voice was broken from the desperate things he had made her say.

What in the fucking hell? “What did you say?” She blinked. He answered when his hand slid straight up her dress, two fingers plunging into her creamy cunt without warning. Zinnia gasped sharply, a needy little whimper escaping her throat as he stirred the mess inside her. “Fuck, he really filled you up. How could you let him wreck this innocent little pussy. You're such a bad girl Zinnia. Bad, bad girl.” The filthy words sent a fresh gush of wetness flooding around his fingers.

She was dripping wet, her lips swollen and shiny with her juices. “Fuck, look at you,” he said. His fingers ran along her slit, spreading the wetness. “You’ve been like this the whole class, haven’t you?” “Yes,” she breathed. “I was so horny… I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on me.” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Sara gasped at the sudden stretch. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers slid in easily, making a loud, wet sound. He pumped them fast, curling them to hit her g-spot. Pleasure shot through her body. Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter.

I moaned, trembling, my body slick, my pussy still throbbing around him. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, whispering filthy commands as he gripped us both in his hands. “This is the unholiest thing you’ll ever feel… and you’re going to crave every second of it.” My body quaked at the thought. This wasn’t just sex… this was taboo, raw, and filthy, and I wanted every second. Every rough thrust, every cruel touch, every filthy word from him.