Playing Dirty Book Novels & Stories

I drop to my knees with my hands behind my back as Damian stands in front of me. "Now, you're going to strip for me and do an enema. Then you'll go to the playroom and bend over the bed so I can fuck you until you forget your name," he says as he puts his foot against my erection. "Yes Master," I say and he steps back for me to strip off. I get naked then go up to the playroom quickly as he walks behind me slowly. I go into the bathroom and shut the door so Damian can't see as I get the enema kit and fill it with water. I'll never get used to the feeling of water in my ass but I do it a couple of times so I'm clean.

Every step was a reminder of Sebastian, my muscles ached in the best, most delicious way, a lingering soreness that made my breath hitch every time I moved. "Alright, settle down," The Professor called out, his voice a boring drone that usually put me to sleep in ten minutes. "Turn your textbooks to page 342. We're discussing the socio-economic impact of the post-war industrial boom." I opened my book, but the words were swimming before me. I couldn't focus. The scent of Sebastian’s cologne still clung to my clothes, mixing with the smell of sex that I was paranoid everyone could smell. I kept expecting someone to turn around, point a finger, and shout, He just got fucked in the bathroom!

Kelly’s POV I stared at the blank notebook page, the Christmas lights twinkling on the tree across the room like they were mocking my secrets. It was Christmas Eve, and instead of baking cookies or wrapping gifts, I was spilling my guts, every filthy fantasy I'd buried since puberty. My pen scratched furiously: Handcuffed to the bed, blindfolded, while he teases me with ice cubes. Hot wax dripping on my thighs, his mouth soothing the burn. Deepthroating him until tears stream down my face, gagging but begging for more. Bent over, his cock slamming into my ass, raw and unrelenting. And a dozen more, each one dirtier than the last.

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."

“Guilty. I’m about to get in a cab, talk soon, though, okay?” “Of course.” I end the call and go inside to stretch and shower. Then I get something to eat and go back upstairs. Lying down in bed, I grab a book and plan on reading a few chapters, escaping into a fictional world and not thinking about ex-boyfriends or ex-fiancés or anything of the sort. This fictional land full of witches and sexy vampires is much more exciting, anyway.

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

I said flipping a page. I touched his hand while taking my hand back to myself, that didn’t faze him. He murmured something about the record to himself. His deep voice made his seat vibrate, I touched my boobs, with my bra on. He continued, with his focus on the file before his eyes. I am already ruining my panties, I can feel juice going down my thighs. I went closer, and he turned to me. His eyes met my boobs. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked.

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.