Nasty Stories Novels & Stories

I will never do it with someone unless they are my husband or im madly crazy stupid inlove with that someone. But it doesn’t seem like it, even though I’m a woman like this, I still believe that before doing that, there should be a sacrament of marriage. Disgusting. It’s disgusting to stare at them, even when I’m watching porn I can’t stand the way they look, their live show in front of me is disgusting, they can’t stop themselves anymore and that’s what they really did. I remained standing not far from them, estimating if I would be noticed but they were too busy with what they were doing so I left.

I nibbled the head with my tongue and heard him growl loudly. ‎I felt him jerk and then he came, hot, thick, and down my throat. ‎"Swallow it all, honey," he ordered. ‎And I obeyed, taking every last bit of it. This is exactly what I wanted. To be continued in story 6 ‎**Author's Note" ‎Thanks for reading and supporting my book. I appreciate 💯 I've more steamy stories that would get you turned on. ‎

“Oh, Father, the thoughts I had about this man... they were really, really dirty. I took off my bra and showed off my tits to him. He seemed to really like it. His eyes glazed over; I was going to bury his face in them until he was out of breath…” I sucked in a deep breath. I didn’t know when it happened, but my zipper had come undone and I had slipped my hand inside my briefs. Caution had been blown completely to the wind. I didn’t care where I was, or that I had returned to a habit I’d struggled to let go of for years. All I knew was that I was painfully hard and I had to rub one off to Candy telling me, in that sweet voice, all the naughty things she wanted to do to me. At least it would

Scenes where she called him her husband and begged to be used. In her stories, he had a name. Caleb. She whispered it while touching herself under the covers, her thighs slick and trembling as her fingers moved in rhythm with the words she’d written. She told herself it was harmless. That lots of people fantasized. That it was better this way. Safer. He didn’t know. He’d never know. Until the night they crossed paths at the corner store. It was raining. Mira’s hoodie clung to her neck, and her flip-flops slapped wet against the tile floor of the tiny market. She grabbed a can of soup, a bottle of wine, and turned toward the register—and froze.

“Ones where the powerful man notices the innocent girl. Where the attraction is so strong they cannot fight it, even though they know it is dangerous.” Lucian’s voice dropped lower. “Dangerous. Like a mysterious guest and the beautiful young housekeeper who keeps entering his room. Does that story interest you?” My pulse quickened. “It might. But it is just a fantasy. I need this job, Lucian. I cannot afford to lose it.”

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

claimed seen 'n alive. The days that followed were raw and relentless. He kept her downstairs at first, testing her. Tied her to the bed and edged her for hours with his mouth and fingers until she was begging in broken sentences. Fucked her against the concrete wall while telling her stories about the others, how Elena was thriving in the safehouse, how Harper had stopped trying to leave the cabin, how Valentina ran the penthouse like a queen now, how Camila rode shotgun across continents and Leila ruled that island like a dark goddess.

Turned into nothing but a set of three sloppy fuckholes for superior cocks and cunts. That’s why I signed up for the private studio. The website was hidden deep on the dark web, invitation-only for the most depraved. “Ultimate Flesh Factory – No Limits, No Safewords, Pure Corruption.” They filmed the filthiest scenes imaginable for an exclusive audience of billionaires who jerked off to real taboo destruction. I filled out the form with shaking fingers, listing every disgusting fantasy I had: incest roleplay, breeding, bukkake, choking, slapping, piss play, anal gaping, fisting, cum inflation. I ticked every box. When they replied confirming my slot for a six-person gangbang, I nearly came o

My heart pounded so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest and my mouth started watering even though part of me knew how wrong this was. “Keep your eyes on the gay p**n,” he said, his voice deep and commanding as he held the back of my neck. “Do not dare look away from that screen. It has gone messier there now, look at all that spit and cum dripping everywhere while they wreck that hole.” I turned my head toward the laptop exactly like he ordered. On the screen the bottom guy was a total wreck now, his face shoved deep into the mattress with three men around him, thick loads leaking down his thighs and chin while another huge cock slammed into his stretched out hole over and

“Stay exactly like this. Naked. Legs open. I’ll be back.” He left the room. I heard the soft murmur of his voice down the hall as he settled Lila. Minutes stretched. My body stayed restless, thighs still parted the way he’d left them, pussy throbbing and empty, his cum cooling on my skin. Every distant sound made my heart race. I was the nanny. Hired less than a day ago. And I was lying naked in the billionaire’s bed, dripping with his release, waiting for him to come back and use me again.