Play Dirty By Sandra Brown Novels & Stories

Sandra shrieked, stumbling backward as yolk dripped down her expensive clothes. “You’ll regret this, Mannie!” she screamed, pointing a trembling finger at me. “You think this is over? You think you can steal—” Her words were cut off by another flying egg that burst near her head. She ducked, her face twisted in fury. “Slut! From one man to another! Even after giving birth, you still can’t sit still!”

I whispered, my voice shaky and broken while Loren kept grinding up into me slowly and deep, making wet squelching sounds every time he moved. “I’m so ashamed but I’m so fucking turned on right now.” Sandra smiled, a dirty, knowing smile, and dropped down onto her knees on the bathroom floor right in front of us. “That’s my filthy girl,” she purred, reaching out to wrap her fingers around the base of Loren’s cock where it disappeared into my stretched cunt, feeling how soaked we both were. “Now watch Mummy show you how to really please Daddy. Lift up off his cock for a second, baby, and come down here on the floor with me like a good little slut.”

Her moans grew louder, filthier"That's it, tongue-fuck my cunt, you dirty boy. Make Mommy come." I slipped two fingers inside her; it slid in easily with how soaked she was, curling them to rub that rough, sensitive spot on her front wall. Her pussy gripped them like a vice, hot and velvety, pulsing with need. I added a third, stretching her, pumping in and out with a wet squelch that echoed in the quiet room. My other hand reached up to knead her ass, my fingers digging into the soft cheeks, spreading them wider.

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

"You're very wet, aren't you? What kind of a nasty girl gets this wet from playing with her bottom? You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" She moaned. "Yes. I'm a dirty, nasty, filthy girl." "What do I need to do to make my dirty girl come for me?" "Just don't stop," she whimpered, writhing under my touch. I pushed my finger deeper into her ass, pumping it in and out, while my other hand was pushing, pumping, twisting inside of her pussy. I felt the trembling start, then uncontrollable quivering. Her legs were stretched out, muscles rock hard. She cried out, ass cheeks clenching, coming hard for me. I eased my fingers out of her, and rubbed her pink cheeks gently.

“Make out. Both of you. And don’t be quiet. Tell each other what dirty little sluts you are.” Sophia smiled and pulled me close. Our wet bodies pressed together, breasts rubbing, as we kissed deeply. Our tongues slid against each other, the kiss turning sloppy and hungry. “I’m such a filthy slut,” Sophia whispered against my lips. “Letting two men use my holes while my best friend watches.” I moaned softly, grinding against her thigh. “I’m worse. I’m a professor who fucks her student and begs for more. Such a desperate cock-hungry whore.”

Mine, Anya had said, and the word reverberated in Sandra’s mind like a command she was helpless to resist. Anya’s fingers trailed up Sandra’s spine, nails lightly scraping, sending shivers that made her arch into the touch. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Anya murmured, her voice low and rough. The sound of it coiled deep in Sandra’s belly, igniting a fire that spread rapidly, uncontrollably. Anya’s thumb brushed the swell of Sandra’s breast again, this time with purpose, circling the sensitive peak through the thin fabric of her bra until Sandra gasped, her head tipping back.

"Clean off your body with sand. Call us back once you are dressed." "My shirt?" I asked as I held up the ensanguined shirt. For some reason, I felt the desert camouflage pattern was ruined. "He can go shirtless," Priya suggested quickly. Mona and Rachel nodded. 'Showered in pig's blood'...I didn't recall seeing that on a Cosmo sex quiz. I shuddered to think whose sexual survey would...oh, right, it was on the Satan's Sluts' To-do List.

“That’s exactly how I want you—dripping all day while we go out. Want you remembering who you belong to every time you shift in your seat on campus, every time someone stares at the collar under that silk blouse and wonders. Remembering who bred you full this morning—who owns this perfect, greedy pussy.” Fresh tears spilled hot down my cheeks as old voices whispered in the back of my mind—*trash, whore, inconvenience*—but his fingers curled deeper, chasing them away. “Dante… fuck,” I gasped, hips bucking, legs spreading wider instinctively as more arousal coated his fingers, mixing with the thick remnants of his cum from last night. The sensation was overwhelming—sensitive and sore but achin

I said, looking at Mia. "Is that so?" Sandra raised an eyebrow. "My staff dirtied it, right? You’re responsible for cleaning. If they make a mess, you clean it. Isn’t that how it works?" "What if she keeps making it dirty?" I couldn’t believe it. "Then you keep cleaning," Sandra said dismissively. "How can I keep cleaning if she keeps doing this? If she throws waste on me every day, that's beyond my job!" I was frustrated. I wanted to stay in the company and even as a cleaner, I hoped to uncover some of Sandra’s secrets.