Filthy Novels & Stories

“Family’s going to be home any minute. Better clean up… unless you want my brother to see what a filthy cumdump his little sister really is.” *End of Collection

I wanted to be the dirty little secret that ruined everything. Felix’s breathing turned ragged. “You don’t understand what you’re asking for.” I answered by taking him into my throat again, gagging softly around the thickness, refusing to pull back until he groaned. His grip in my hair tightened. I felt completely filthy—on my knees for my uncle, throat full, spit everywhere, not even pretending to be sorry—and I still didn’t want to stop. I wanted him to use my mouth like it was just another hole made for him. “Damn it,” he muttered. “You’re not stopping, are you?”

"There is no such thing as losing with us, Puppeteer." "Yes, and we will set this deal with a handshake." "Deal! Then we set it in flesh. The black whore has been a most appropriate offering..." "True, but let us make sure that she is truly gone before we adjourn for the day," "Ah yes, the beauty of mixing pleasure with business... really, dirty business..." "Indeed, Mastermind... now, to pleasure."

I didn't care to find out at the time. Fully dressed in my black elegant off shoulder dress, I was ready to do the walk of shame and take all the critical glares that old people would give me. It is not my fault spiders have been living in there. Sex is something absolutely fucking perfect. It consists of pleasure, exercise and a way of doing therapy as you take your anger or frustration out.

"You forget that I'm a peasant now." "You forget that your father is a bloody duke." "You forget that I am an illegitimate child so it doesn't matter." She added after a short pause. "Besides, I'm used to do sort of things now..." "What? Rubbing the floor?" "Yes, and worse. I clean up a henhouse too, it's always full of chicken waste." He frowned at the imaginings. "That's disgusting. You can't be serious." "It's true." "Nonsense. You bring your maid with you."

She cries. That’s all it takes for me to make her juices flow. I retract my fingers and slide my tongue inside her sweet pussy. My finger hovers over her clit and strokes furiously to bring my girl to her knees. She’s a sweaty mess when another orgasm makes her whimper Daddy’s name.

He smirked and drawled lazily. “I can see you are enjoying the touch of my filthy hands on you; tsk.. tsk, don't tell me you want my filthy dick inside you too,” he pulled out his fingers, which were glistening with my juices, and added, “You are wet, dear. I never knew you were so dirty, seeing how you like filthy things.” I was so angry about his words that all the euphoria I was feeling died down, bringing me to my senses. “You make me sick, you bastard!” I spat angrily at him. Mostly at myself.

Vada noticed how Karen flinched when the crowd cleared a path to make way for the man behind the voice. "Oh no, that's Jeff Harold, the poker fingered lord." she whispered to Vada who will be risking her money for the game. "I don't understand those terms Karen, explain." Vada whispered as she scrutinized the so-called poker fingered dude that got the once proud Karen to whimper like a freezing puppy, he was sitting down comfortably as he had three lady whores at his disposal, one massaging his shoulders while the other was kneeling between his thighs, giving him a blow job and the last was counting his money and dusting his draught pieces. He had a dim looking eyes, obviously getting to his

"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.

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.”