Romans & histoires Playing Dirty Book

“I promise not to let even the strand of my hair dirty the book. I really just wanted to read.” “...” “M-Madame?” “Then can you wait until I am freed? I shall give you a book of mine. Please cherish it then.” Teary eyed, Billie hugged me. “I promise I will never let the others play with the book. You can trust me, I am a clean freak.” “Clean what? Where have you learned those?” “There’s this really cool sister at the orphanage and she speaks so cool like that.” Wait does she know that filth- no, that girl who speaks weirdly? What was her name again?

Val makes sure the negotiation was fixed and no strings attached. Sally who was wearing a high-cut black skirt and a thin white blouse gladly nodded her head to his question. Val was a bed expert when it comes to women so it's nothing new to him when someone approached him to make them fulfill their fantasy by getting laid by him. When Sally climbed inside his private plane, Val quickly put his hands under her skirt and pulled down her undies leaving it just midway on her legs. Sally felt the dampness in between her thighs when she realized that Val's fingers are now stroking beneath her folds.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

Ezra demands. I undress, leaving my soaking-wet panties on for Ezra to inspect. His hand slides over the dampness, and he is pleased. "Such a wet little whore for me to play with," Ezra says. I sit on the side of the bed, and Ezra goes to his knees. He pushes my legs apart. "I need my dinner, Veronica," Ezra says, getting ready to dine on my pussy. I lay as his mouth kisses my wet panties. Next, his tongue licks the outside of my panties and follows with his hand grabbing the center of them and pulling them off my body with one yank. I moan so loud I am sure the entire house hears me.

Ayla said. "Read another book, you must read the same?" "Taiba, I have to read the same. I don't know which the most important book that is kept there is. Please take it off." "Okay...." Putting the bill on her forehead, she hit the book repeatedly with the help of a long stick and managed to drop the book with difficulty. Making a face, she picked up the book and brought it to Ayla. "Repentance is so dusty, as if no one has ever cleaned it from there." Holding the book and blowing it, she cleaned it a little and opened it to see that the book was completely in English.

After a few seconds she returned holding three books in her hands. She handed them to me “what’s going on?” she asked. “You can go, I will let you know if there’s something I need” I replied without answering her question. Abigail left my office while I opened the first book and went through it, word for word and digit for digit. In the first book there were no mistakes or anything but the money written there wouldn’t afford to build such an expensive office. I also went through the other two books that were left and I still couldn’t find anything suspicious. But of course, a drug dealer would never expose their monies if they used a book store and a coffee shop to launder it, with the coffe

Damien immediately shut down the entire system, but it was too late. He pulled me off his cock and held me tightly against his chest as I started sobbing. “I’ll fix this,” he promised, voice shaking with rage. “I swear I’ll destroy whoever did this.” But as I cried in his arms, covered in his cum, I knew the truth. My secret life was no longer secret. The entire company had just watched me get fucked live on camera… and seen hours of me being used like a whore. Book 2 had ended in the worst way possible.

“I love your cocks more than I should. Please—fuck me harder. Use me.” Damian made a broken sound from the corner, but they ignored him. The rotations got filthier. They started switching holes more aggressively—pussy to ass to mouth without pause. Lube made everything slippery and obscene. I lost track of who was where. All I knew was constant fullness, constant pleasure, constant dirty words whispered against my skin. “Such a perfect little breeding hole.” “Gonna fill every part of you until you’re leaking for days.” “Bet you never thought you’d be airtight on your wedding night, did you, Mrs. Romanov?”

His blanket was over his lap as he closed the book he was reading. Holly bit her lip, pushing the rest of the door open—revealing her dirty, naked body. She leaned against the doorframe, presenting her delicate and toned body. Her nipples were already hard and her pussy was glistening in the bedroom lighting. Her dirty, filth-coated teen body was enticing. Holly could see the sparkle in his eye as he eyed her from head to toe. “Ahh...I see.” He said with a dirty grin. Mr Brook placed the book on his desk and tossed the blanket off his lap. His hand reached down underneath his pajama bottoms as he groped his cock. “Turn around for me, slut.”

We can be friends. The phrase fired me up. I didn’t want to be friends with him. I wanted to be the dirty girl in the photos, and I could take it if only he’d let me. I dropped my backpack on the floor, somehow managing to find the strength of confession. “I have sides to me, too,” I said, then launched into a stream. “I looked in your wardrobe drawer, Julian. I shouldn’t have done it, but I was curious when I was taking one of your shirts out. I saw the pictures, and I saw the toys. I do know those sides of you, and it doesn’t make me want it any less. It makes me want it more. I’m not as innocent as I look. I’m not a baby who doesn’t know what sex, smut, and kink is. I love that stuff. I l