Real Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

“Tell her what you’ve been doing behind my back.” Ryan’s voice came out rough. “I’ve been fucking your wife since spring break. In the equipment closet. In her car. In your shower once when you were at a conference.” Danielle moaned louder at the words. Her arms shook. Harlan’s tone never rose. “Harder. She can take it.”

“Do not lie to me. You read more than one line. Your face is red, your nipples are hard against your sweater and you keep squeezing your thighs together like your little pussy is soaking wet from what I wrote about ruining a tight twenty year old cunt.” He leaned down closer, his breath brushing my ear. “Tell me the truth Riley. Did reading about me stretching her and filling her with cum make your pussy wet?” My heart slammed against my ribs. Fresh slickness coated my panties and my clit pulsed again at his blunt words. “Yes , Professor. It made me wet. I know that is messed up but I could not stop reading the part about gagging her and breeding her hit me hard.”

“Joke’s on you. We’re going to win. And when we do, these boys are taking off their clothes and skinny-dipping with us while you clean our dirty clothes with your tongue.” My brows lifted. “You’ve been watching too much reality TV.” “I have this crazy feeling one thing’s going to lead to another and I’m gonna get that hockey boy money.” “Sure, Molly,” I said, flashing a cold smile. “Keep those dreams alive. Meanwhile, I’ll be living in the real world where your team of girly girls has no shot at beating a professional hockey team.” Something flickered behind her smug mask. A tremor. A flash of what if I’ve messed up.

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.”

And I had just been ruined by the man she called her soulmate. I closed my eyes, the ghost of his scent..cedar, sweat, and raw, masculine musk.. filling my senses. It was wrong. It was the dirtiest, most unforgivable thing I had ever done. But as I felt Kade’s heart beating against my back, slow and steady, I knew I would do it again. I realized then that this dirty little affair, this descent into madness and filth, had all started with one single, impossible moment. It had all started when I walked into this very room, silent and unsuspecting, and caught Kade…my sister’s perfect, untouchable husband..with his eyes closed and his nostrils flared, desperately sniffing my dirty underwear.

Story 10: The Married Neighbor’s Secret Emma could barely breathe as Ryan carried her through the back door into her own kitchen. Her sundress was bunched uselessly around her waist, his thick cum still leaking from her freshly fucked pussy and running down her inner thighs in warm, sticky trails. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, her mind spinning from the dangerous outdoor sex against the side of her house where any neighbor could have seen them. The risk had made her cum harder than she had in years.

One I hope his curiosity would not lead him to. Inside that folder was filled with p**n videos of men fucking married women in their homes. The dirtier and morally grey it was, the better. Colour me shocked when Don described one of my top favourite video at dinner. How huge cocks slammed into willing soaked cunts. My clueless husband still thought I was his sweet little wife who loves gentle lovemaking. If only he knew. This morning, Callum just left for work. I bolted upstairs to our room. My thong was stuck to my slimy cuntlips, and I tugged it off, letting the air conditioned air cool my hot slit.

"She's possessed. The Devil lives in her, Hilda!" Hilda hissed, her favorite thing to do I had noted. "Of all the rubbish you've told me since I've had the misfortune of knowing you, this is by far the most ridiculous." The fat lady's face fell lightly and she held a part of her tunic. "It's very true," she murmured. "And who told you this information, Matty dear. The turban lady or the one that does the fake fortune telling?" Her tone was demeaning and mocking, evidently aimed at making the fat lady see common sense.

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.

he promised. “Antonio, get me out of here right now. I don't like it here Antonio. The room I have is too small. I can't breathe in here. And it's so dirty and the bathroom is cockroach infested, not to talk of the rats here. And then they wake me up by six am because of that damn body count. You know I hate waking up early" I complained. "You'll be moved to a bigger and better room while we work on your release. Just be patient, Gemma" he promised.