Real Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

Turned into nothing but a set of three sloppy fuckholes for superior cocks and cunts. That’s why I signed up for the private studio. The website was hidden deep on the dark web, invitation-only for the most depraved. “Ultimate Flesh Factory – No Limits, No Safewords, Pure Corruption.” They filmed the filthiest scenes imaginable for an exclusive audience of billionaires who jerked off to real taboo destruction. I filled out the form with shaking fingers, listing every disgusting fantasy I had: incest roleplay, breeding, bukkake, choking, slapping, piss play, anal gaping, fisting, cum inflation. I ticked every box. When they replied confirming my slot for a six-person gangbang, I nearly came o

“Dripping for your own stepbrother while our parents sleep right down the hall. You’re such a disgusting whore for me, aren’t you, Ria?” “Yes,” I gasped, hips bucking up desperately. “I’m your dirty stepsister slut. Please, Damien… use me. Ruin me completely.” He released my throat and shoved three thick fingers deep into my soaked hole without warning, stretching me wide. The sudden intrusion made me moan loudly before I could stop myself. He pumped them brutally, curling hard against my G-spot while his thumb ground against my swollen clit. “Quiet,” he hissed, but his eyes gleamed with dark pleasure at the risk. “Or do you want Mom to hear what a cock-hungry little bitch her daughter is?”

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

"You mean the ones where you...you know, go number 2?" "Those are the ones!" Victoria watched Isabella squirm. Isabella presented an expression of shock and disgust. "So, seriously? That's what makes the most money?" "You got it!" Victoria confirmed playfully. "That's just...wow," Isabella stammered. Victoria's grin widened. "Yep. Those videos. Scat videos. People will pay top dollar for the really disgusting ones. The ones where I take a shit, and ask my slave to EAT it!"

She said. *********** Daniel and Sonia, as well as Valery were in the living room, seemingly having an argument. Suddenly, Valery threw a few shades of dirt at Sonia, in an attempt to initiate a fight, right in the presence of Daniel. Sonia flicked her clothes as if she wanted to get rid of the dirt from Valery and said calmly, "Miss Valery, calm down. You are pregnant right now. If you have a miscarriage, you will never be able to step foot in this world for the rest of your life."

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

"Huh, tell me!" Dira opened her mouth to snap back, but as she met my unyielding, protective glare, the words died in her throat. She shifted her weight uneasily, looking away toward the empty path. She could not reply. She didn't actually know about Summer's double life at the club; she was just repeating the toxic rumors that people liked to whisper. "That's what I thought," I hissed, leaning in. "You don't know a damn thing about her. You are going to take that video down from the forum right now, and you are going to write a formal apology to Summer for starting that fight in the lecture hall."

"You wouldn't. You can't do that." I jerked my arm away and pointed at the table. "Don't you ever touch me again. What you did was disgusting, and I am giving you one chance to end this quietly." I turned my head to look at Rigoberto. His jaw was set so tight I thought his teeth might crack. "The public will love this story," I told him. "The great Alpha, his mistress, the suicide threats, and the cheating. It will be on the front page of every paper. Is that the kind of legacy you want for the Richardson name?"

A slow grin spread across his face. “Oh? You wanna be my girlfriend officially now?” “Fake girlfriend,” I corrected quickly. “Still counts.” “It absolutely does not.” Raid laughed under his breath before motioning for me to continue. I twisted my pen nervously between my fingers. “People are already invested. If we suddenly stop now, everyone’s going to start asking questions. Hell, Ashford Gossip Pot posted like twelve videos today.” “Thirteen actually,” he corrected casually. “Cass counted.” “Oh my God.”