Filthy Novels & Stories

the two dirty minded dunderheads chuckled together making a pregnant Zeke giggle and almost pee due to it too. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * // NOTE FOR THE READERS: DILF is ‘Daddy I would Like to F*ck’. Thank me later for saving precious time and a g****e search for you guys :P

thing. Me: I don’t mind if you bring the cat. Charlie: Thank you so much. Me: You can thank me later. Charlie: Don’t make me change my mind. She sends an eye rolling GIF after that, which I top with a crazy cat lady meme. A laughing emoji comes through after that, and then nothing. Assuming she went back to work, I spring back into action, cleaning the rest of the house as fast as I can. I need to go to the grocery store, and I have no fucking idea what some of these steps in the recipe Quinn sent even mean.

“Fuck, Ava.” She took him into her mouth, sucking the head while her tongue swirled around it. Her free hand slid between her own legs, fingers circling her still-sensitive clit. She moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse. “Goddamn, look at you,” Noah said, voice low and filthy. “Sucking my dick like a greedy little slut while you play with your soaked pussy. You love this, don’t you? Love having my cock in your mouth.”

My nose brushed his pelvis—throat working around his thickness until tears pricked my eyes. I held there—swallowing once—then pulled back slowly, dragging my tongue along every vein. “Fuck—yes—deeper, baby. Gag on it for me.” I did—taking him to the back of my throat again and again—messy, wet sounds filling the room. Saliva dripped down my chin, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be filthy for him. Wanted to wreck him the way he wrecked me. He praised me the whole time—dirty, loving words tumbling out.

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.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

I was slick with anticipation of what he would do to me and I was scared he would smell it. I guess he did because the needle stopped working on my skin and he set down the machine, the buzz fading to nothing. “I need to clean the lines again”. I braced for his tongue but instead, his fingers slid into my panties, finding me soaked and ready. “Mmm…”. My eyes fluttered close. “You're dripping for a man you hate. That's pathetic “. His voice was low, cruel, and amused. “But I love it”. Then he deliberately pushed two fingers inside me slowly.

The sting only made Jordan moan louder, pushing back greedily. “You love this, don’t you?” Alex panted. “Being my dirty little secret. Knowing I’m supposed to be faithful but I’d rather pump load after load into you instead.” “Yes— fuck yes,” Jordan gasped, voice breaking. “I’m your whore tonight. Use me.” The dirty words sent fire through both of them. Alex reached around and rubbed their clit fast and rough while pounding deep. Jordan came again with a muffled scream into the pillow, body shaking violently, pussy gushing around his cock.

"You’re really sitting here finger-fucking yourself in the middle of class like a desperate little slut?" The filthy word made my clit pulse violently. I rubbed faster, biting my lip to hold back a moan. "Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?" For a second, I thought he might snap. His large hand gripped the back of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white. I could see the bulge growing in his jeans...thick and impressive. "You should be ashamed," he growled quietly, but his eyes stayed glued to my lap. "If the professor finds out what a filthy whore you are, you’ll be expelled."

he said low and filthy as he finally slid two thick bare fingers along my wet folds parting them slowly and tracing every slippery inch. “These are your labia majora and minora swollen up thick and sensitive because your body is begging to get fucked. Feel how they part so easily when I spread them open like this.” His touch was firm and clinical but so fucking filthy, tracing every inch as my body trembled hard, a soft moan slipping out of me. “Ohhh proff—“