Real Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

Well, I could use that to my advantage. I dialed a familiar number. “Derrick,” I said cooly when the line connected, “How's my favourite tabloid vulture?” “Demi. You know I'm busy,” Derrick replied. “Well, whatever it is, I'm sure you're not too busy for a career-making story.” “What do you have for me?” “The Montgomery’s boy. A secret wife. On Petty Island. Getting Cozy.” A pause followed. “You're joking.” I laughed. Good. Now, he was interested. “I never joke about scandal, Derrick. I'll send you the photos.”

The reaction sent his dick deeper into my mouth and my pussy juice flowed out non stop. “You love it don't you? Huh?” Silas whispered as I heard them groan,soon they were spewing their cum all over my body and on Silas desk. “My documents are a mess right now.” He said and I chuckled. “Well that's what you get for this __” I noticed his eyes darkened. “What is it?” I asked as he began to walk towards me. “We made a bet, remember?” He asked and I nodded. Drey was watching us with a half smile on his face.

I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom. I had been given an invitation card to a night house party, I am actually a party person, but I plan to sit this one out. Almost every youth in town would be at the party and most of them knows about my issues with my best friend, only they didn’t know about her being a whore that slept with her best friend’s boyfriend. I never told anyone what she did, not even my roommate. I just said nothing about it whenever they asked.

And I couldn’t control myself to stay quiet anymore. “Unghhhhhh” “Damn, you like it when I say dirty things don’t you?.” I couldn’t talk. I was out of breath. “Finally, someone that gets me. Your sister doesn’t like it when I talk dirty, you know. But you, you're perfect for me. My perfect little whore” “Unghhh,… Ahhhhh….” “Yes baby, just like that. Let me hear you moan like the perfect little slut you are”

By the end of the week, it had become our dirty little secret. Every chance we got, they had me. Quick and rough in the shower while water poured over us, Marcus pinning me against the tiles and fucking me from behind while Jake watched from the doorway, stroking himself. Lazy and slow on the big couch in the living room after dinner, Jake spreading my legs and eating me out until I begged, then Marcus flipping me over and taking me deep while I sucked Jake’s cock. And the wildest nights were in Marcus’s big king bed, where Jake would sit back first, watching his dad stretch me open, then climb in and join, turning me into a trembling, moaning mess between them.

What was left wanted to burn. I started small. Skipped lab meetings. Ignored emails. Let dishes pile in the sink. But none was enough to quell the emptiness within me. Then I opened incognito mode on my laptop one rainy evening and typed the words I’d never allowed myself to speak aloud: I want to be bad. The internet answered. First it was confession threads, women admitting they’d cheated or stolen or screamed in public just to feel something. Then kink forums. Then darker places where people described wanting to be used, marked, ruined. That’s how I found the link buried in a comment thread.

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!”

“Already leaking like a desperate whore. I can feel how wet you’re getting through your sweatpants.” I bit my lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but a broken whimper still escaped when he circled his hips, rubbing his heavy balls right against mine in a slow, obscene roll. Rhys leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Grind back. Don’t make me do all the work like a lazy little slut.” My face burned with shame, but my body obeyed before my brain could catch up. I rolled my hips up to meet his, matching his filthy rhythm. The wet spot on my sweatpants grew bigger, the fabric clinging obscenely to my cock as we rubbed together.

If someone asked me why I hate Mateo Carter, I’d probably say it’s for a lot of reasons, but the truth is it all comes down to how easy it is for him to ruin everything without caring, because he plays dirty, on and off the ice, because he’s always smiling like nothing has consequences, because he never loses, because he always gets what he wants and people follow him even when they shouldn’t, because he has that reputation as a player, a heartbreaker, like it’s something to be proud of, and still no one seems to see him for what he really is, and what pisses me off the most is that someone like him, someone exactly like that, is the one who’s with Sofi now, like it wasn’t enough having him

Noah rubbed his forehead as he set his black leather briefcase on the console table behind his desk. Last night, social media was abuzz with rumors that an aspiring actress had allegedly offered s*x to talent manager Edmund in exchange for being accepted as RTA talent. The names of two RTA celebrities, Janine and Mara, got dragged into the issue. Showbiz reporters had already called Noah asking for a statement, but he refused to comment. He also instructed the public relations department not to issue any statements.