Real Dirty Sex Stories Novels & Stories

They laid her on her side and fucked her ass, praising its tight, reluctant grip. The dirty talk was a constant, filthy soundtrack. “Such a good little anal whore for strangers.” “Bet you’ve never had this many dicks in one day, you fucking dorm bunny.” “Suck it clean, get it ready for your pussy again.” “I’m gonna cum so deep in this gangbang cunt, it’ll drip out of you for days.” “Her throat’s so fucking tight, I’m gonna paint her tonsils.”

Her legs shook so hard Marcus had to hold her up. He didn’t stop. He untied her only to bend her over the bed, ass up, and thrust into her from behind in one powerful stroke. The dirty talk continued as he pounded her deep and hard: “This is what you need, isn’t it? A real man who knows how to fuck you properly. Your husband could never make you scream like this.” Lila came again, then a third time when he reached around to rub her clit. By the time Marcus finally let himself go, filling the condom with a deep groan, she was a trembling, blissed-out mess.

I craved the overwhelming sensation of being used, passed around, covered in cum, and left shaking and leaking from every hole. My mind kept spinning filthy fantasies of multiple men surrounding me, taking turns, filling me up until I couldn’t think straight. I was a slut. A shameless, dirty, filthy mess already. One cock would never be enough to ease the deep, throbbing ache in my pussy tonight. I needed to be gang-fucked, stretched, and bred until I couldn’t walk. My dirty daydream shattered when my roommate Lissa called my name from the other side of the room. “Gina!”

Maybe that's why my mom married him, after all he doesn't even have a stable job! I watched as Evelyn walked up to him and made him watch as she slipped a finger into herself. "I'm so wet, Frank. I need your hard dick in me right now. I want you to fuck me silly. Make me your fucking cum slut.". She moaned, gripping Frank's hardened dick from his trousers. I heard Frank groan. God, her dirty talk was quickly breaking down any control that he had left. "Fuck," she moaned as she continued to finger her tight pussy. She was voluptuous, and I'm sure Frank was imagining himself grabbing her waist as he fucked hard into her, her screaming at him not to stop. God, I was becoming wet.

But that wasn't what made her breath hitch. On the walls were paintings. And not just any paintings. Paintings of naked bodies engaging in nasty things. One big canvas, held a hyper realistic painting of a woman on her knees, throat bulging around a thick black cock. Another painting was a muscled man on all fours, face slack as two men were slammed inside his ass and mouth. The biggest piece was a woman sprawled on a huge bed covered in red drapes, legs spread wide, a fat prick was buried in her slick pussy.

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

\"This cunt was made for my seed. You'll swell with my child, ruined for any other man.\" He thrust in savagely, bottoming out in one go, her scream piercing the silence—pain and ecstasy twisting her face. The watchers murmured approval, candles flickering as hands moved faster. Dominic pounded her missionary on the altar, her legs spread wide over the reliquary, tits bouncing free from the gown. Each brutal slam shook the stone, her pussy squelching loudly, cream frothing at the base of his shaft. \"Fuck, so wet for your audience—tell them how it feels.\"

The wall was cold at my back. He started thrusting into me, hard and fast, his hands under my thighs and holding me up with his hips slamming into mine. He fucked me like we had five minutes left before the world ended. “Fuck,” he panted. “You feel unreal.” I couldn’t even speak. My head hit the wall and my hands clawed at his back. “You like this?” he growled. “Yes—god—yes.” “Being fucked against the wall in broad daylight?” “Yes.” “You want someone to walk in and see how filthy you are?”

“He doesn’t know what sex is. Justin and I talked to him about it. I thought he’d forgotten about it. I am so sorry.” “I think it’s hilarious,” I laugh. “Jackson went through a phase where he talked about how babies get put inside a mommy by a daddy.” “I’m sure you had nothing to do with that.” Charlie raises an eyebrow. “That was all on Dean, actually. Even I know better than to open that can of worms.” “The last thing I need is him asking people at school this fall if they’re having sex.” Charlie laughs. “It is kind of funny.” “It kind of is. Like when Libby said penis all the time when she was three. But it’s embarrassing if it’s said to the wrong people.”