Filthy Novels & Stories

He kissed a slow path from my collarbone down between my breasts, over my stomach, until his shoulders were pushing my legs wider. Fuck, he's about to eat me, yeah, I felt his breath in between my thighs, on my entrance. “Oh my daysss!” I moaned, my fingers playing in his hair. He dragged his tongue through my folds and made me arch off the bed with a broken sound. “Still so wet,” he said, voice low and pleased. “Even after coming twice downstairs, huh? Filthy girl.” Filthy girl? With that deep masculine voice of his? Fuck! He licked me, long, deliberate strokes from entrance to clit, then focused flicks that made my hips twitch

Just a filthy little advertisement, like they had done a job and left a business card inside my cunt. I should have been angry. I should have felt discarded. Instead my pussy throbbed so hard I had to press my thighs together. I didn’t shower. I sat on the edge of the mattress, legs open, and pushed two fingers into myself. I was still slick with them. Still open. I scooped out a thick strand of cum, watched it stretch between my fingers, then licked it off like the desperate slut they had turned me into overnight. The taste made my stomach twist with shame and heat at the same time.

“You two really couldn’t wait for me, huh? Started the party early.” Julian chuckled darkly, finally easing his thick length out of me with a long, obscene pop. Thick white strands of his cum immediately dripped from my swollen, puffy pussy onto the sheets below. “She’s all warmed up and sloppy for you now, son. Come take your turn. Our dirty little secret just got a whole lot more fun.” Oliver stripped fast, his shirt and shorts hitting the floor in a heap. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and already leaking at the tip, curving upward with eagerness.

Glaring down at me with the exact kind of thick, heavy disgust usually reserved for a leaky trash bag at the bottom of a dumpster. Well, yeah. Great. Fuck me too, I guess.

She felt shame, like an actual article of clothing engulf her. Juicy opened her mouth. Then she closed it. "I didn't understand, Troy. That's why I said that." Juicy's eyes began to sting. "I'm real sorry for that. I swear I am-" His eyes seemed to melt and the muscles of his face suddenly relaxed. "Juice...I don't want an apology. I am white trash. I'm not a cracker but if that's what you see then I guess that's what I am-" Juicy tried to shake her head and a sharp pain spiked through her. She sucked in a loud breath through clenched teeth and her knees buckled.

“You’re no longer a pure girl. Who did this?!” “Bitch, you’re no longer a clean girl, but a dirty, useless, and shameless whore! You let that old man touch you. Shame on you. You know you’re polluted from the beginning, yet you gave me a problem to get down with you. You deserve to be killed for tormenting me like this. But before that, I’m already aroused, and I need to empty myself in you.”

Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes. Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk. "What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.

"Fuck.. Skye... I'm cumming.. I'm cumming... Fuck... I'm close." "That's it my sweet cum for me." She with a husky voice. I can't take it anymore, fuck it. "Ahhhhhh!!!! Fuckk!! Holy shit!!! Ahhh fuckk!!" As my body convulses in pleasure. My body wants more.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

Adriana’s POV The cold water from the shower overhead trickled down my face and skin, leaving a numb chillness in its wake and despite the fact that I was bathing with clean water and I could perceive the sweet scenting soap on my skin, I still felt really dirty and stinky, like filth. “No matter what you do Adriana, you’re filth and filth you’ll remain for as long as you live!” Amy’s harsh words rang in my ears like music from a broken tape, and for the first time in my life, I welcomed it.