Play Dirty Novel Novels & Stories

“What is your business with my virginity? Maybe you should learn to stop poking your nose into other people's business. Then you will live long on earth. Mira pokes my hand, motioning for me to stop. I ignore her. Someone needs to tell him that. Who else but me? He acts all calm and saintly, like he knows everything, but I know what lurks behind that mask. Mira bends down, picking up the rose vibrator and stuffing it into her bag. I reach out, snatching it back from her.

She moved toward Mara because the house had asked, and refusing Mara in that hall looked like panic. Mara took Lily-Rose’s chin between two fingers and turned her face toward Sienna. “Look at her. Do you still get wet when she says your name?” Lily-Rose’s ears burned. Reed’s jaw flexed. Cole stared at the floor, then made himself look back. “Yes,” Lily-Rose said. The word came out raw. Mara let her go. “Then the claim is not dead. It is only dirty. Dirty claims are useful.” Sienna stepped in then. Slow. She stopped close enough that Lily-Rose could smell her. She did not touch.

I hung up and set the phone down, my hands still trembling from everything crashing together at once. The money he was offering the filthy journal the way my pussy would not stop aching. Professor Voss leaned in closer again, his body heat reaching me as he picked up the journal and held it out to me. “We are not done Riley. Open it to page twenty three. The one where I describe edging a shy girl until she is dripping down her thighs and begging for cock. Read it aloud for me. Slowly. Let me hear every filthy word in your voice and watch how wet it makes you.”

That traitor who had his lethal weapon. "Near the sea where Narco's impostor was dumped. There's an abandoned warehouse there. They didn't even leave a trace. It's so clean I'd think Narco did the deed." Laurel butted in. Narco's cleaning company is the one she knows who works the cleanest. "How do we trap a coward rat?" Mort asked Klauss and give him back the files. "Lure the other rats with cheese," Klauss responded and took it from him. Mort nodded. "Do it yourself."

The red light made everything look hotter and dirtier than it already was. Ethan’s hips started moving. His hand found the back of the woman’s head. She took it without complaint, eyes still flicking up to mine every few seconds like she wanted me to see exactly what she was doing. Then he came. Hard. With a sound I’d never heard from him before. She stayed on him until he finished, swallowed everything, and pulled off with a soft, satisfied noise. “Mmm. Thank you, daddy.” She stood up, wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and walked away clumsily like it was just another favor.

“Clean Daddy’s best friend’s cock like a good little slut. Taste how much you came for him.” She forced one final, almost painful orgasm out while deep-throating the dildo, thighs clamped, body seizing, a broken whimper vibrating around the toy as more fluid leaked out of her onto the already ruined sheets. Only then did she stop. Milie let the dildo fall from her mouth with a filthy wet sound. She pulled the vibrator out of her ass and dropped it. Then she lay there in front of the mirror, completely destroyed — tits covered in red handprints and spit, nipples swollen and dark, cunt and ass open and shiny, sheets soaked in a wide dark patch of cream and squirt, face wet with tears and drool

She eased up the slightest bit as she said, "You always eat me so good, you have to know that is very endearing. But tonight I don't want that sweetness. I want you to put your cock into me and cum inside me, but I don't want you to clean me up after, not even the facial I want you to give this slut later. I want to be dirty from you, soiled like a naughty wife all night with your spunk, like granny in a porno, as many times as you give it to me." "Well, I must say that as a change the look is kind of primitive but also attractive. Maybe I mean it is attractive in an "earth woman" sort of way... especially when you are dripping from me." Another thought occurred. "Maybe, in my mind, shaving

I was looking at a homemade porno, courtesy of Johnny Diamond. Johnny wasn't much of a roommate, as I recall. He was sloppy, dirty and not prone to frequent showering. I had to give him credit, though; he was one hell of a private dick. The movie I was watching was high quality with very little pixilation; high definition, even. My ex-wife and her fucking brother were not being very careful.

I’m leaning back on my elbow with my legs outstretched in front of me—in his direct view—and it feels so different and wrong to be doing dirty games with my ex’s dad. Yet it’s right at the moment. It’s the rightest thing I’ve felt in a while. “Touch yourself, Anastasia. I’m sure you are good at it, like the way you are good at handling the kind of toy I have down here.” My cheek wants to burst. Burn. “Or didn’t you say that?” “ Yeah.” “Now, I need to watch your fingers slowly go inside you. I want to watch you touch yourself.” I think hearing Denver talk dirty is going to cause me to have a heart attack.

“Get your dirty hands off me. Don’t touch me!” “Dirty?” Adams sneered at her and threw what was left of wine in her face. He stormed back to her and slapped her face twice. “Bitch, how dare you call me dirty? How clean do you think you are? You seduce me and beg me to fuck you. All the women I have slept with have bigger breasts than you. They are prettier than you. And I am more comfortable when I fuck them. Who the hell do you think you are? If you had not been of some use, I would never hook up with you. You think I’m dirty, don’t you? That's because you have never seen anything dirtier!”