Imagine One Direction Dirty Novels & Stories

She was looking straight past me. I turned around in confusion to see that one of the men had his dick hovering over my pussy. I sucked in a deep breath as a fresh pool of wetness settled between my legs. He nodded in understanding, and before I knew it, I was pulled in the opposite direction. I was lying on the ground now, facing Ophelia, but further away from her so that I couldn't touch her. The man by her side was fiddling with her dress, but his eyes had turned to our direction to behold the spectacle before him.

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

Being out here exposed with him touching me like this felt so raw and exciting. My mind raced with filthy thoughts of him filling me up breeding me right in the dirt where anyone could walk by. He switched to my other tit, biting the sensitive peak then soothing it with his tongue. “These perfect tits bouncing while I fuck you. You’re gonna be my little secret slut aren’t you Ava.” His words pushed me closer to the edge and I moaned louder not holding back. The garden felt like our own dirty playground. But then he slowed his fingers still buried deep but not moving enough to finish me.

My hands pressed into the wood, my knuckles white, as I whispered a frantic prayer. “Lord, cleanse me. Wash this filth out of my mind. I am Yours. I am not this woman. I am not.” But my body… my body wouldn’t stop trembling. Because the truth? For one wild, reckless second… I liked what I saw. I grabbed the phone again and my thumbs flew across the screen. Gloria: Don’t you ever send me something like that again. This is disgusting, sinful. You need repentance, not this filth.

he asked, voice low and filthy. “Yes,” I moaned, rocking against his hand. “It made me feel so dirty… and so fucking turned on. I kept thinking about you watching me. About what you were going to do to me.” Victor pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. “Clean them. Taste how wet you are for me.” I opened my mouth obediently and sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them as I tasted myself. He watched me with dark, hungry eyes, his cock visibly straining against his pants.

Julian gripped her hips, thrusting up. The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall as Ava moaned loudly, “God, Julian… you’re so deep.” He flipped her onto her back, pounding harder. The wet sounds of their bodies, the creaking bed, and Ava’s cries filled the room until they both came. I retreated to my room, heart racing, body aching with a confusing mix of jealousy, arousal, and excitement. Ava was making moves on all of us and our dirty little secret was getting even dirtier.

I said to myself. I forced myself to stand up from the bed and pulled off the bed sheets stained with my blood. I was still fully naked. I felt so much pain in my thighs and vagina as I came down from the bed. I folded the bed sheets and took it to the bathroom, then soaked it in water. Then I turned on the shower to take my bath again. While in the shower, I roughly scrubbed my body parts that Antonio touched but I didn't still feel clean. I still felt dirty, unclean and used.

He responds likewise then returns to his typical grim expression. Thank God for these kinds of distractions! At least I don’t need to fuck anyone to get this off my system. Well, not that kind of fucking at the very least… The Rube accelerates as the song "Heart Upon My Sleeve" by Imagine Dragon and Avicii plays loudly on his car stereo. As the music start to pound his senses, he burries all his emotions deep inside himself to prepare for his latest mission.

"You like taking me here? Where could anyone hear?" I couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but nod frantically against his palm, my eyes squeezed shut as I rode out the overwhelming sensation. The humiliation of the position, bent over in a dirty bathroom stall, pants around my ankles, being taken so roughly, should have horrified me. Instead, it was pushing me closer to the edge, the illicit nature of the act acting like a drug. "Good," he grunted, satisfied by my submission. "Then take it."

abruptly, and his face turned black. It seemed that they were in a crisis of trust. "You idiot, if you want to monopolize me, you can say it directly. You don't need to be jealous." He used a teasing tone to cover up his ridicule and dissatisfaction with her. As soon as he finished his words, Sonia got up in a hurry, put her hands on her hips, glared at him and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you at all. I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you touch another woman and then come to touch me. Don't touch me again. You are dirty!" "So I should keep my integrity for you?" He turned around, with his head resting on one hand, and looked at her playfully. "It is a clean living. If you go out and