Filthy Pov Novels & Stories

"Have you been dreaming of this? Ruining your pretty pussy while you squirm in my class?" I couldn’t say no. As he finger-fucked me harder, memories flooded my mind growing up in a battered caravan park on the edge of town, with a mother who drank too much and a father drowning in debt and rage. I’d fought hard to get scholarships to Eldridge, but the rising costs were crushing.

She was shaking, moaning like a bitch in heat, completely lost in pleasure. They fucked her mercilessly. The wet slapping sounds were obscene. Her juices ran down the first guy’s balls as she got railed in both holes. She kept talking dirty the whole time, voice hoarse and broken. “Harder… wreck my slutty holes… I’m just a cumdump for real men… my son would be so ashamed if he knew what a filthy mommy I am…” That line almost made me cum on the spot. The shame burned through me like fire, but my hand kept pumping my cock faster. Pre-cum was pouring from my tip.

I cleaned him repeatedly with sloppy deepthroat sessions, tasting our mixed filth, before more tit-fucking, facials, throat pies, and full-body glazing turned me into a cum-drenched masterpiece of depravity. The night became an all-consuming marathon. Kitchen: bent over the island for double fisting while he alternated cock and toys. Shower: soapy tit-fucking followed by standing destruction of both holes under the spray. Living room floor: full sensory deprivation, hooded, blindfolded, earplugged with p**n moans, while he used fists, machine, wax, ice, and electro for over an hour. Leash and collar: he paraded me crawling through every room, fucking me doggy-style on all fours like his pers

If there is another life, I wish I could be born into an ordinary family, and that I could meet you again with a clean slate. I stood there for a long time after finishing the letter. Then, I walked to the window and watched the snow drift down outside. There was no anger, no grief, not even a ripple of emotion. Only an immense, boundless emptiness. So this was the truth. What had fueled all that evil was not some twisted love, but another warped and pitiful soul. I tossed the letter and the brown envelope into the fireplace together. Orange flames swallowed the words in seconds, turning them into ash.

Rae’s POV The words hung heavy between us—his voice low and filthy, wrapping around me like smoke. “You think you deserve my tongue on your pretty little pussy? After the way you’ve been playing tonight? Nah, babygirl… you’re gonna have to earn it.” I was trembling uncontrollably, hips twitching upward in tiny, desperate rocks that I couldn’t stop. My panties were drenched, the lace clinging obscenely to every swollen fold, outlining the shape of me in humiliating detail.

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.

You are a monster," Ava cursed. "I can be one in bed too." He smiled at Ava coyly. Ava almost vomited when she tried to imagine her and Fillip. Fillip wasn't ugly, but there are two shades of ugly. The skin shade and the soul shade The worst one is the soul shade. Your appearance doesn't count, but how you interact with people does. People like Fillip are ugly in their souls. They treat people like dirt and take advantage of weak and innocent people. "Sure, good for you; it is none of my business."

Instead of eating it, she scattered it toward a few wild birds by the trail that clearly weren't afraid of humans, then lifted her phone and started filming a short video. "Guys, look at me, getting up close with nature. Aren't these little birds adorable?" Her sweet voice made my stomach churn. Suddenly, one of the birds swooped down. A splatter of droppings landed squarely on the biscuit in her hand. She screamed shrilly and flung the entire pack away as if it were contaminated. Then, she twisted open a bottle of precious drinking water and poured it over her soiled hand. That was our life-saving water.

It was all she could muster in response. "Such a bad, dirty girl," he breathed. Again and again his hips bucked into her, breeding her. Neither of them had bothered with protection, but it only made it hotter. Sophie wanted his raw cock, wanted to know that her father's friend was fucking her hard and unprotected. The thought that his cum would drip from her freshly used hole spurred her on further. From pure and untouched to filthy and used. Devon was making her into a slut, his slut, and it only made her hotter. "I'm so bad," she whispered back, voice hitched with pleasure. "Fuck it out of me. Fuck all this dirtiness out of me!"

“Oh, I wil. But first, you're going to beg” He adjusted the tripod I was using to film and set his phone on it, framing me perfectly. Then he stepped close to me, his hands sliding between my thighs. I flinched at his touch but I didn't pull away. I had to be strong through this. His fingers found me wet and I hated that my body had responded to his touch. I hated the slick shame between my legs. “Already wet for me?”, he asked in a murmur, then pushed two fingers inside me. I gasped. “You love this, don't you? Getting caught. Getting blackmailed and getting used”.