Filthy Novels & Stories

I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”

She eased up the slightest bit as she said, "You always eat me so good, you have to know that is very endearing. But tonight I don't want that sweetness. I want you to put your cock into me and cum inside me, but I don't want you to clean me up after, not even the facial I want you to give this slut later. I want to be dirty from you, soiled like a naughty wife all night with your spunk, like granny in a porno, as many times as you give it to me." "Well, I must say that as a change the look is kind of primitive but also attractive. Maybe I mean it is attractive in an "earth woman" sort of way... especially when you are dripping from me." Another thought occurred. "Maybe, in my mind, shaving

"I...l-love...y-you." Her voice was so quiet, I could barely hear it. But the words were there. “Yes, slut! You’re so dirty! I will clean you! You will be cleansed with me inside you! Fuck yes, Eris! I will make you cum with my dick, and then I will fuck your filthy, dirty mouth with my cock. I will wash your fucking throat with my cum.” ‘Fuck her harder…’ “Yes, slut. You will thank me for this. You will beg me for this. You will want me to fuck you forever, and when I'm done, you will lick me clean with your dirty, filthy tongue.”

Harder. But it wasn’t enough. I grabbed the loofah, pressing it so hard against my skin that it turned red. But I still felt him. His hands. His breath. The pain. The humiliation. “Dirty,” I whispered, scrubbing harder. “Filthy. You are filthy, Anna.” I kept going. I kept rubbing. My skin burned. My fingers ached. But it still wasn’t enough. “Dirty,” I whispered again, louder this time. It wasn’t just my body. It was in my veins. Under my skin. In my bones. No matter how much I scrubbed, it wouldn’t go away.

The mop handle smacked into Quill's shin for the third time. Hawk stepped in beside him. "You're doing it wrong." Quill didn't look up. He swirled the mop in a wide circle, pushing dried blood off the tile like it had personally offended him. "There's no wrong way to clean old delta gore off a floor. How many did you kill again?" Hawk hovered near the bucket. "Several. You're using too much pressure." Quill twisted toward him. "Then you do it."

“You don’t deserve our cocks but we gave it to you anyways because you’re nothing but a filthy hole that begs to be used.” “A cunt that would kill to have itself creampied.”

She arches her back, legs wide, presenting her plugged pussy and ass like a bitch in heat. I yank the plug from her cunt—wet pop echoing. Thick globs of my day-old cum ooze out, dripping onto the sheets. “Filthy,” I mutter. “Look at that sloppy breeding hole, gentlemen. Still full from yesterday’s load.” I shove three fingers in, stirring the mess, then pull them out and smear it across her face. “Taste yourself, whore.” She sucks my fingers clean, moaning. Sophia watches, biting her lip.

Amber. I felt like a shameless filthy girl. A cock-starved bitch in perpetual heat. My pussy throbbed so hard it hurt. Dripping steadily down my inner thighs like I’d been edged for days instead of minutes. Every nerve screamed for dick, thick, brutal, punishing dick, and the fact that I was already soaked from nothing but his words and the promise of being used made me feel filthy beyond redemption. I wanted to be ruined. I wanted my cunt gaping and leaking his cum while strangers on security feeds jerked off to the footage later.

That’s the filth and the love in the same breath: I could, and I don’t. If you came for the filth, thank you. You let me be shameless on purpose. You let me say cock and cunt and cum and stay in the sentence. You stayed through the counters and the cellars and the roofs and the storms. You didn’t ask me to tidy the sheet or make the moan polite.

The possessive pressure made her clench hard around him. “Keep talking,” he ordered. “Dirtier.” Vespera moaned, the sound cracked and shameless. “I’m your filthy little fuck doll,” she said, voice wrecked as she kept slamming herself down. “I wake up aching for this cock. I go to sleep dripping because you won’t let me come unless I’m on it. I want you to ruin me. I want you to fuck this cunt so deep I feel you in my stomach. I want to come all over you while I tell you how much of a cock-slut you’ve turned me into.”