Incest Dirty Talk Porn Novels & Stories

“Yes, Daddy… please… fuck me harder. I need it.” I whimpered under my breath and slid two fingers inside myself, curling them against that perfect spot. My hips rocked gently against my hand as the camera zoomed in, showing those heavy balls slapping against the younger man’s ass with every powerful stroke. The dirty talk was pure perfection. “You like sneaking around behind your mom’s back, don’t you? Letting me wreck this tight boy-pussy while she’s none the wiser.”

“Then I’m going to pull my thick cock out and make you choke on it.” I was already close, my walls fluttering around his thick fingers. The forbidden dirty talk was driving me crazy. “Fuck….please make me cum,” I begged, grinding against his hand. “I want to soak your fingers before your daughter gets here.”

“Ride that cock, you dirty little stepsister slut. This is what you get for swallowing my pill like a dumb whore. Fucking your own stepbrother in the front seat where anyone could drive by and see.” His dirty talk sends me spiraling. I grind down harder, rolling my hips so his cock drags against my G-spot with every movement. Wet, obscene sounds fill the car—my soaked pussy squelching around his pounding shaft, skin slapping skin. He thrusts up to meet me, brutal and deep, one hand mauling my tits while the other grips my ass, spanking me hard. “This is so wrong… you’re family,” I whimper, even as I bounce faster, chasing the orgasm building like fire in my core. “But your cock feels so fuck

He pulled me upwards, leaning his forehead against mine. “You love everything this bad man does to you and you love how bad, how naughty, how wanton I make you feel.” He said in his deep baritone. “I do not.” I argued, bitting my lower lip to stop a smile. I tensed when I felt his finger rub the entrance of my pussy. “Your cum-filled pussy says otherwise.” Gosh, he talked so dirty without any restraint. And oh boy, his dirty talks did wonders to me. I slapped his chest again, removing his hand from my pussy.

“The lips can also be used for dirty talk. Dirty talk isn’t just about spitting random spicy lines in the bedroom. It’s about timing. It’s about creativity. You say the right things to your partner. A single line of dirty talk if done correctly can make a man hard. Things like ‘I’m so wet right now’. ‘I need to feel you against me’ ‘my pussy needs you’. Zoey, there’s levels to this, but we have to start somewhere.” Professor Beaumont said all of this so casually while Zoey sat there, praying for the ground to open so she could be swallowed by the earth. How could someone sit and talk about something that was meant to be sacred so casually as though it was something he spoke about everyday. “

he growled. He didn’t stop there. He started talking, his voice low and filthy, saying things that made my face turn bright red. “Bounce those things, baby. I love it. Fuck! I want to fuck you over and over.” He used harsh blunt slurs that should have offended me but only made me wetter. The dirty talk was stripping away the last of my inhibitions. I was getting close again. “Ahh…” The tension was building at the base of my spine, and I began to move faster, desperate for that release. I leaned down, whispering his name, my eyes fluttering shut as I prepared to fall over the edge.

And I leaned forward and bit both of his hard nipple before licking the sweat from his chest while I kept bouncing. “I'm so close,” he groaned. “Me too,” I hissed. He slapped my ass softly. “Fill me up,” I told him. His eyes fixed in my face. “Breed this power bottom’s ass like you mean it. Shoot your cum deep in me because I want it leaking out of me—down my thighs and legs.” His eyes widened. I realized that he liked this dirty talk. It aroused him. But before I could continue, he flipped me back over and railed me even harder with an animalistic groan.

Celebration for the life we created. “Fuck.” I pulled back and led her over to the bed. She pulled her cami over her head, leaving herself in only her tiny panties, knowing what was coming next. “Now, bend over, baby.” I pushed on her back, and she bent at the waist, her forearms resting on the bed. I tugged her panties off her ass and slipped a finger in her pussy, making her squirm against me. “Good girl. I’m going to make you come so fucking hard. Have you cream on my cock.” I hissed as I rubbed my clothed cock against her ass. “Mmm, my good little slut loves it when I talk dirty to her.”

If anything, it makes me wetter, until my arousal drenched his fingers. “I can do that, too,” he continued in that deep, sexy tone. “I’ll f++k you good. F++k you hard. I’ll f++kyou until your legs are perfectly ruined and your voice is strained from moaning too loudly. I’ll f++k you till your pussy only drips for my c++k. You want that?” I nodded several times, completely out of my mind from his dirty talk. I wanted to keep looking at him, to get lost in this moment and have no means of coming back, but it was hard to force my eyes open when intense pleasure was building in my lower stomach with frightening speed.

“Do you know how it feels to know you've never experienced something I can give you?” I gulped, and the throbbing between my legs was nearly unbearable. I clenched my thighs and rubbed them together without an ounce of shame, seeking any friction I could get His words dropped to a lower, more dangerous octave “Do you know how mad it drives me to know that I can make you come so hard, so many times till your body trembles and you beg me to stop” Holy flying fuck. My breath swooshed, and my lace panties were soaking with wetness. I think I might just come if he continues the dirty talk.