Playing Dirty Book Novels & Stories

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

Alex felt the hot trickle start immediately, thick and obscene down his inner thigh. Damian stepped back half a step. Watched. His breathing was still ragged. Then two fingers slid back in—easy now, slick with come and lube—pushing everything that tried to leak back inside. Alex shuddered, oversensitive, hips twitching. Damian leaned over him, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Clean yourself up,” he said, voice low and wrecked. “Don’t let it drip on my floor.” He pulled his fingers free, wiped them carelessly on Alex’s ruined shirt, then stepped away. Zipped himself up. Straightened his tie. Walked to the window like he hadn’t just fucked his assistant raw over client proposals.

Two years after that, Dirty Angels opened its doors, velvet ropes, crystal chandeliers, music that beat like a heartbeat. Lila possessed the vision, the money, the Rolodex full of powerful names. He had the street smarts to keep the predators at bay and the charisma to lure in the high rollers. They built an empire together. Planned a family. Talked about kids with her dark locks and his temper. Then the drugs made their way in. Lila introduced him to the edge first. She was always wilder, older, hungrier, unafraid. One night, she brought home a stripper from the club, all long limbs and knowing eyes.

Diana When I entered the room, I did everything religiously. From clearing out the used dishes to dusting the cabinets, I made sure I didn’t look like I wasn’t doing anything. I turned over his bed and swept a little chafing to one side before I began looking for the book. That way, if he came in and I didn’t have enough time to cover my act, I had an alibi. The dirt. ‘I was cleaning.’ Such an easy lie to tell.

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

“Relax, Ciara. Just obey me and be free. You’re going to like it. I promise.” My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my clit. Blackmail. Guilt. Arousal. They twisted together until I couldn’t tell which was which. “Teach me,” he said softly. “Show me everything you’ve been doing with him.” So I did. I knelt on the cold stone floor exactly like I had for Father Chris. My hands shook as I opened the repentance book to the next chapter. My voice trembled as I started reading: “I renounce the sin of lust… I reject every impure touch that pulls me from grace…”

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”

Filthy and loving and real. Maria smiled knowingly, sliding plates our way without a word about the obvious tension crackling between us. “Eat up, you two. Big day at the office. Lila and I have a dinosaur museum field trip planned—complete with the roaring exhibit.” Breakfast turned into beautiful chaos: Lila “rawring” between every bite, syrup smeared across her cheeks and my blouse, Dante feeding me bites of pancake straight from his fork while his free hand rested high on my thigh under the island. His fingers teased the edge of my garters, dipping just beneath the skirt to brush my slick folds, pushing a little more of his cum back inside me every time I shifted. Every brush made me cle

“You have no idea how bad I screwed up. I mean, she was just there and looking at me all innocent. Fuck, I should have stopped myself from getting so close to this girl. Now, it’s too late to forget her. It’s like she’s everywhere I go. What would you do if you were in my situation?” “You can start by telling me who this girl is that has my best friend so conflicted.” “July came to me and wanted me to be her personal trainer. Then, the next thing I know I give her a job as a receptionist. This is where it gets bad. I started hanging out with her after hours and before I know it, my lips are on hers. It didn’t end there. She started calling me a name and it made something inside me come alive