Filthy Novels & Stories

My vision is getting blurry. I don't know when he stopped, I just know I died a thousand times today, this monster killed me mercilessly, with his whole night's torture. I only wish I wouldn't get up in the morning with this filthy body which is filled with his fluid and his given mark. I feel filthy. The filthiest feeling ever.

Her eyes widened, studying me as if I were some peculiar creature from another planet. "Dirty?" she repeated, her tone laced with disbelief. She peered at me with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. I felt the weight of her gaze. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I mustered the courage to explain further. "Yes, sweetie, it's really dirty in there. I haven't had the chance to clean it properly. It's not suitable for you," I lied, my voice tinged with a hint of desperation. I hoped she would accept my feeble excuse, trusting me as she always had.

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…”

"This perfect ass jiggles so filthy beg for my cum flooding you breeding this greedy pussy full again." "Fuck yes pound my slutty cunt harder storm born fill me with your hot seed make me drip overflowing," I cried filthy climax shattering waves clenching him vice tight drawing his release hot and abundant flooding deep.

“Feel that? That’s me erasing him. Every inch of you mine.” His free hand rubbed my clit in brutal circles, fingers pressing hard. “Come for me, slut. Show me who owns this body.” I shattered, orgasm ripping through me, wetness gushing around him as my pussy clamped down like a vice. He roared, thrusting deeper, flooding me with pulse after hot pulse, breeding me until it overflowed, mixing with the rest. He collapsed over me, cock still twitching inside, lips crashing against mine in a kiss that tasted of us both.

Even though that bathroom was so gross, with a pit of filth and crawling things in it, but I had no option. My body felt coated in grime, a three-day old film of dirt and despair. Most importantly, I needed to scrub out the invisible filth of Kade's touch on my body.

The fetid alley, a dark and forgotten hole in the guts of São Paulo, echoed with the distant roar of cars accelerating on the main avenues and the sporadic barking of stray dogs rummaging through piles of accumulated trash. The air was thick with a rotten, damp stench—a nauseating blend of old urine, rotting garbage spilling from torn black bags, and the sour residue of vomit from drunks who used the place as an improvised toilet. For Carla, however, that filthy den was the perfect stage for her ravenous hunger, a setting that fed her arousal like gasoline on a bonfire. The weak bulb dangling from an exposed wire flickered intermittently, casting dancing shado

she whimpered, feeling the hot filth coat her from forehead to chin. It kept coming, thick strings of cum covered her, dripping down her chin and onto her chest. She tried to lick up all the filthy goodness she could, panting wildly as he spilled his seed on her dirty face.

I moaned like a dirty slut. He tongue-fucked me deep and filthy, wet sounds filling the church as he worked it in and out, occasionally pulling back just to suck on my rim with obscene wet kisses. His hands kept me spread so wide it almost hurt. Every time his tongue pushed in I pushed back onto it, shameless. “Fuck, you taste filthy,” he growled against my ass. “Tastes like oil and sin and a priest who can’t stop being my whore. You love this, don’t you? Getting your hole eaten out after you just fucked yourself with a crucifix.”

“ 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?”