Real Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

Soft afternoon light spilled through the gap. I stopped just outside and looked in. Richard sat on the edge of his large bed. His shirt was open. His trousers were pushed down to his thighs. His fist was wrapped around a thick hard cock that looked even bigger than I had imagined in every filthy fantasy. He stroked himself in long firm pulls, the head already shiny and dark. The wet sound of his hand moving over the shaft filled the quiet room. My mouth went dry. My pussy clenched so hard I almost made a sound.

A wet laugh broke through my throat as I reached down to scratch the dog's ears, Sebastian’s large hand instantly resting on top of mine. The nightmares were finally over. The red lights of the Bar Solace basement were completely dark, and the monsters were locked inside concrete cages where they couldn't touch our lives anymore. We had the truth, we had our home, and we were finally walking into the light together, completely free and living happily ever after.

**Story 1: Daddy’s Little Secret** The next morning Mom left for work before the sun was fully up. She kissed Marcus on the cheek and told me to behave. The door closed and the house became ours. No one to hide from. No one to pretend for. Marcus did not even wait for her car to leave the street. He grabbed me right in the living room and ripped my clothes off. My tank top tore at the shoulder. My shorts flew across the floor. He pushed me onto the big couch on my back and spread my legs so wide it almost hurt.

It’s the question I’ve been dreading because the answer isn’t going to be something that they want to hear. But everyone is staring at me, and I can’t bring myself to lie. “Stories,” I say finally. “Real stories about real people. That’s what matters to me.” There’s a moment of silence, and a flicker of something that looks like disappointment flashes across Elise’s gaze. “How... quaint,” she manages, before turning her attention to Meg’s phone, who is scrolling through her most recent bikini pictures and talking about her breast augmentation.

“The Northern Alphas come here. They’ll pay. They always pay for fresh cunts. Here, she's a virgin. She has never been touched." That word stung. Fresh cunt. Not daughter. Not blood. Not flesh of his flesh. Just a body. Just holes to be sold off. I didn’t even know the name of this place, but I knew what it was. I’d heard stories whispered among the servants back home—rumors of an underground den where music never stopped, where girls were paraded on their knees, collared, chained, forced to spread for men who had enough money to break them in half.

A good fuck would have been welcome to help ease my nerves at that moment. The sound of my ringtone drew my attention back to my desk. Hurrying over to it, I grabbed the phone with speed and answered the call. Sandra’s voice filled my ears. “Have you seen the news?” The panic in her voice forced me to open my laptop and see if anything new had come up. But it was still the same headline that was on the screen. Except for the people present, nothing had changed in the last five minutes. “Yeah, I have,” I answered. “Fuck them all. And fuck Atlas too. The sneaky bastard had everyone wrapped around his fingers. Just look at how they are all sucking up to him, even in death. It’s so fucking disgu

When I finished writing that, I suddenly started writing in my journal about this, from how it started to the whole scene. And as I’m speaking to you, I am staring at the page, at the last sentence: ‘If you want big money, you have to do something dirty for it.’ Then I titled the journal's day entry as Dirty Money.

The morning after our all-night fuck-fest, I woke up sore in the best possible way. My pussy throbbed deliciously, swollen and sticky with Alex’s dried cum. He had slipped out of my room just before dawn, leaving only a quick, filthy kiss and a whispered promise: “Today’s going to be fun, baby.”

We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets. “So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.