Play Dirty Novel Novels & Stories

"Aren't you dating a drug dealer? She snorts loudly and shakes her head. "Touché. Seems like we both have bad taste in men." She turns the page in her book, and I robotically do the same. "They clean the palette," I shrug in thought. "They clean the palette? Quite the opposite, really. My palette has never been dirtier, especially after last night. And judging by Jace's behavior, your palette will soon be very, very dirty," she whispers sinisterly. All I can do is stare at her with my mouth half open.

“You’re no longer a pure girl. Who did this?!” “Bitch, you’re no longer a clean girl, but a dirty, useless, and shameless whore! You let that old man touch you. Shame on you. You know you’re polluted from the beginning, yet you gave me a problem to get down with you. You deserve to be killed for tormenting me like this. But before that, I’m already aroused, and I need to empty myself in you.”

Their eyes locked the whole time, his gaze burning into hers, raw and possessive. "You're my dirty nun," he whispered, thrusting slowly but hard, bottoming out with each roll of his hips. "Your parents could walk in any second and see you spread like this, dripping wet for my cock. They'll see what a bad girl their little nun has become." The words hit her like sparks, a filthy thrill making her clench tighter around him. "Yes," she gasped into the pillow, her voice muffled but fierce. "I’m your dirty slut."

“Another minute, and she would’ve been dead.” An obvious clean set up, deliberately, aimed at me. First Nova’s laptop virus which was too precise to be random. Now Rita, planted in my bed. Someone’s playing a dirty fucking game, and I’ve got more suspects than allies. Fifty grand? That’s scraps compared to what I pay Rita. This wasn’t for money. This was to make me bleed. “Nova,” I muttered, dropping the report and heading back upstairs. She was on the bed,her eyes glossy with tears.

I felt so dirty having that plug in my ass. After inserting the butt plug, I went back into the bookstore. I was almost too ashamed to go back in because I was sure everyone would know what a dirty slut I was. But I needed to be a dirty slut. I wanted them to defile me and ruin me. I meekly asked the clerk about how many coins were needed for the video booths. He said, for me, it's free to go in. He laughed and said, "Enjoy yourself."

You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying. It's madness, a disease, call it whether you want ... .It doesn’t change the fact that you have no control over your body, thoughts or actions. And the only cure? Take a wild guess. I stumbled into the restroom, picking the farthest stall before locking it and slamming my back against it. One hand found my blouse, slipped into it and found my boob….The other found its way into my mouth. I was panting, everything in me racing. And like any dirty girl would, I let my mouth welcome the two fingers.

I said to myself. I forced myself to stand up from the bed and pulled off the bed sheets stained with my blood. I was still fully naked. I felt so much pain in my thighs and vagina as I came down from the bed. I folded the bed sheets and took it to the bathroom, then soaked it in water. Then I turned on the shower to take my bath again. While in the shower, I roughly scrubbed my body parts that Antonio touched but I didn't still feel clean. I still felt dirty, unclean and used.

I moaned loud right into the camera, my voice all breathy and needy while I picked up his latest book from the bed, flipping it open to the filthiest page I could find. My fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit as I read his words out loud, stuttering through the dirty parts. “Fuck, listen to this… ‘He grabbed her by the throat and slammed his thick cock balls-deep into her greedy little cunt, stretching her wide while she begged like a filthy cum-dump,’” I gasped, shoving two fingers inside my soaked hole with a wet squelch that echoed in the room. “That’s what I want you to do to me, Daddy. Ruin my tight little hole… please, I need your

"There is no such thing as losing with us, Puppeteer." "Yes, and we will set this deal with a handshake." "Deal! Then we set it in flesh. The black whore has been a most appropriate offering..." "True, but let us make sure that she is truly gone before we adjourn for the day," "Ah yes, the beauty of mixing pleasure with business... really, dirty business..." "Indeed, Mastermind... now, to pleasure."

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.