Good Short Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

The man rolled down the window and asked him… “Is everything alright buddy” “Yes, would you mind parking the car at this side. I wanted to talk to you.” Keith said while pointing towards the side of the road. “Umm… Sure…” The man hesitated but thought that Keith was a poor guy and needed help so he parked the car at the side. The man came out and there was a woman inside the car. “See… I like being straightforward and I hate arguments.” The man kept quite and seemed confused. “Give me all the money you have. And before you say a single word don’t have a look at this.” Keith kept the sharp pointy edge of the knife at the mans stomach.

He continued kissing my neck while teasing my breasts until I was breathing faster and squirming in his lap. Liam, I whispered, my voice trembling with need. He slid one hand between my legs and gently stroked my slick folds. I gasped at the contact. His fingers were warm and confident as they explored me, spreading my wetness and circling my sensitive clit with slow, delicious movements. Does that feel good? he asked, his breath warm against my ear. Yes, I moaned softly. It feels really good. He continued the slow teasing, rubbing my clit in perfect circles while occasionally dipping a finger just inside my entrance. My hips began moving on their own, seeking more pressure. The pleasure bui

"There are a dozen reporters after your story." He set the glass down and leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. His eyes darkened, something predatory flashing in them. "Because you're different. Persistent. Beautiful. I watched you for weeks, Lena. The way you move, the fire in your eyes when you chase a lead. You intrigue me. And in my world, intrigue has consequences."

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

My heart was beating so loud, I was scared the waiter could hear it at this point. As I approached them, feigning confidence I didn't have, I noticed their eyes wander from my face to my breasts to my thighs, whispering in each other's ears and smirking right after. The whole thing was making me so anxious—I was so scared I'd mistakenly miss a step and fall in these goddamn heels. Of all nights? Why today, dear lord? “Shirley!” Damian says out loud when I’m barely a feet away from them, his eyes dropping to my popping breasts. “Haven’t seen you in ages. Where the hell have you been? You look sexy as fuck.”

“I feel so guilty… but it feels so good.” He laughed darkly and smacked my ass hard. “Guilty? Your pussy is creaming all over my cock. You love betraying your best friend, don’t you?” “Yes… fuck, I do,” I moaned, shame and lust twisting together inside me. “I’m such a terrible friend.” He fucked me harder, reaching around to rub my clit. “That’s right. Such a terrible, dirty friend. Tell me how much you love getting fucked where Sarah sits.”

This short story of how I would eat your pussy. It was written just for you. Read it and enjoy it while stroking your sweet wet pussy. I want you to get wet. I mean really wet reading about me doing this to you baby. I want your body hurting badly, nipples hard and your clit swollen and throbbing before you insert anything into it. You might even want to print it and lay back on your bed and love your body while you read it. It's my special gift to you.

Sophie pov Frank soon realised where my eyes rested, he quickly guided his dick back to his pants. "Don't..." I said before I could stop myself He gave me a look. "I mean, you'll get precum in your trousers. Whatever...". I murmured, turning away. "I'm frustrated,you know?. I haven't landed a large contract in years, even though I work so hard. I know I can't be a proper dad, or even have a house of my own..." Frank trailed when I noticed the bottle of alcohol beside him.