Incest Dirty Talk Porn Novels & Stories

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

Incest, naughty, wrong flashed through his mind and he groaned, a familiar feeling growing within him. She pulled him out of her mouth again, "I love the way you feel in my mouth." Another quiet moan filled the room as she plunged him back into her mouth. She took him deeper and he felt the soft flesh at the back of her throat on the head of his cock, and then he felt it pulling back out of her mouth and heard her slurping noisily as he extracted it. The feeling of her tongue swirling around his shaft and the soft slurping noises she was making were pushing him dangerously close to the edge. She pulled him out of her mouth again, knowing the effect her dirty talk had on him. "I bet you didn'

“I love your tight little pussy and I love that it’s all mine. I love your fantastic tits and your incredible ass…. Yeah, one day I’m going to fuck you in your incredible ass while I finger fuck your little pussy. How does that sound, darling? I want to feel you come hard and fast on both my cock and fingers at the same time." As I finish talking I pinch her clit and just like that she detonates crying out as she comes so hard that she squeezes the life out of my cock as her moans bounce off the shower walls. “Yes, mate! Just like that!” Dirty talk is another thing that I have found out that she loves and fuck does it add some magic to our orgasms.

For some reason her whimperings, her moans, her panting and heavy breathing always seemed to pump more blood into my cock with full blown force. I drew down my sweatpants and boxers down to below my knee. Setting my knees on the bed and parting her legs, I rubbed my cock on her ass smacking it with my thick grith. “You fucking want this inside of you wifey? Fucking tell me you want this big cock inside your pussy. Tell me this pussy is begging for my cock. Fucking say it.” I raised my hoarsely voice higher. I had never dirty talked with her before but I was enjoying talking to her dirtly.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself like the needy little slut you are.” Dirty talk always hits differently when it’s my own voice saying it. No shame, no filter — just truth. I added a third finger, stretching myself wider, loving the slight burn. My other hand went to my clit — swollen, slippery, throbbing like it had its own heartbeat. I circled it fast, rough, with no mercy. My breath came in short, sharp pants. “Imagine it’s a thick cock,” I whispered to the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut. “Big, veiny, stretching you open. He’s pinning your wrists above your head, growling in your ear — ‘Take it, you greedy whore. Take every fucking inch.’”

Triple-stuffed, her body convulsed in dirty ecstasy. “Take the triple, you insatiable whore… dildo in your mouth, cocks in your pussy and ass, filling you completely, fucking you until you cum again,” Stefan growled. The room reeked of pure sex, moans echoing off the marble walls, the mirrors reflecting the depravity: Pathy in the middle, cocks sliding in and out, fluids flying everywhere.

"Your cunt is sucking my fingers like a desperate slut. So tight. So fucking sloppy. I bet you've been thinking about this, haven't you? Sitting in my lectures with this fat ass and these huge tits, wondering what my hands would feel like inside you." I whimpered, nodding frantically. The dirty talk pushed me closer to the edge. My pussy made obscene noises as he fingered me harder, twisting his wrist, hitting every sensitive spot. My juices ran down his wrist. I could smell my own arousal in the air, musky and sweet. "Please," I begged. "Please don't stop."

They found a rhythm terrifyingly fast. One would thrust deep from behind, until his balls slaps my clit… then pull almost all the way out while the one in my mouth pushed to the back of my throat. Then reverse. They did this in perfect sync. Like they’d rehearsed this. Like they’d talked about it. Like it wasn't their first time. Dirty talk rained down from both sides. “You love being stuffed, don’t you?” the one behind me panted. “Two fat cocks ruining you at once.”

I fist his hair, rock my hips, press closer, and tug on him. "Oh damn," he moans, burying his face further between my legs, his tongue doing evil, wicked, and wonderful things to my pussy. “Yes, oh God, yes, Mr. Walker. Eat my pussy.” I remember now that Amber and Jenny said he liked dirty talk, too. Liked telling them how bad they were. And fuck if that isn’t one of the big things that has been a feature in all of my fantasies. “I’m such a bad girl, Mr. Walker. Lick your dirty slut.”

"I know. Now open those pouty lips and suck my dick like a good girl." My pussy flooded at his words, and I blushed at being so turned on by his graphic dirty talk. But I did as told, wanting to make him as desperate as me. Opening my mouth as wide as I could and still holding his stare, I sank down his length. He stretched my jaw and prodded at the back of my throat. I swirled my tongue on the underside and sucked my way back up, flicking at the slit again. "Fuck, yeah. That's it."