Real Dirty Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I wanted him to fuck me absolutely silly. ”You're so fucking hot when you scream like that,” he muttered, his large hands gripping my hips to keep me in place as he fucked my ass hard, each thrust sending me into another dimension. ‎“Milking my cock like a whore," he rasped. ‎I moaned loudly at his words, the dirty talk making my pussy completely flood with moisture. "Fuck me harder… I'll be your dirty little slut…put your big cock into any hole you want!" ‎We were a total sweaty mess as the sounds of our lovemaking filled the quiet room. He raised one of my legs up over the couch arm, the brutal new angle let him grind even deeper, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyes.

"It's just that... our parting sex, I can't forget it no matter what I do. I always imagine it, Noah. The way you just fingered me out of nowhere, right there in the car. Then, you didn't take me to the hotel. I was really surprised because you just parked the car in a dark place, and I thought you'd do it inside your car. But you took me out, you had sex with me with our clothes on. How you pounded on me so deep and hard, how you pulled my hair and bit my neck. Gosh! You fucked me really hard that night, Noah. You fucked my brains out. I didn't know you had that in you. Seriously, why did you only do that to me at the end? All that time, you were just holding back from being wild and dirty?

I joke. “We’ve been roommates for almost five years, asshole. I can’t help but know what you look like,” he deadpans. “Come on. Do it.” “No fucking way,” I say. “Scared you can’t hack it?” Axl asks. “No. I just don’t want to do it.” “Do you have any idea how much I can make in a night?” “Can’t be that much,” I quip. He says the amount, and my jaw drops. “Seriously?”

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

His grunts filled the room as I clenched and unclenched my pussy wall, making sure I grabbed the tip of his dick hard. “Say what I am making you feel,” I moaned out loud to him. “I want to hear you tell me dirty things.” I urged him. He grabbed my ass, split the centre open and held me down until I couldn't move. “You bad bitch!” he cursed at me. Then without warning, he began to stroke me, faster and deeper. My eyes rolled to the side as torrents of screams tore from my throat. I gripped his shoulder blade, holding on for my dare life.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Every thrust felt like a million pinpricks of pleasure running through my body. He dragged me up that cliff and I made a mental note to kill him if he let me fall again. He kept thrusting, each one more brutal than the last. The only sounds in the silent room were my moans, his silent groans, the headboard hitting the wall and the sound of wet flesh slapping. The room smelt like sex, like dirty, filthy, forbidden sex. “I’m going to cum.” “Do it,” he ordered, “Cum all over my cock like the naughty little brat that you are.”

Straight into it. “Elena,” I said. “You can pretend you didn’t feel it. Pretend your pussy doesn’t throb when you see my name trending. But you and I both know what happened in that lodge wasn’t fiction. It was the start of the best goddamn story either of us will ever write.” I stood. Unbuttoned the last of my shirt. Let the camera catch the red scratches across my abs—her marks, raw and unapologetic. “You want it to end?” I asked. “Then say it to my face or come to my apartment, lose the clothes, and say it while choking on my cock. Either works.”