Really Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Wet, filthy squelching sounds filled the room as his cum was forced out of me with every stroke, dripping down my thighs in messy rivulets. “That’s it. Take your stepfather’s cock while your mother is right down the hall,” he grunted, voice rough with lust. “You’re such a dirty fucking girl, Sophia. My personal cumslut. My forbidden little whore.” “Yesss…yess I’m your whore, harder, Daddyy! Fuck me harder!” I sobbed into the pillow, lost in overwhelming pleasure. The degrading words sent me spiraling. My pussy clenched violently around him, milking his thick shaft as another orgasm built like a tidal wave.

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.

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

that's a red flag - he might like kids. LonelyGirl: 😂😂😂 you are bad. LimberJack: very. now back to the original question princess. LonelyGirl: I reread our chat...often. LimberJack: and... LonelyGirl: I had to throw away my panties. LimberJack: why? 😉 LonelyGirl: you're evil. it turned me on so much that I soaked them. 💦 💦 💦 LimberJack: now there's my naughty girl. that's so hot. so you worked camando. 🥵

Like a poorly designed façade, it eventually cracks. She checked her iPhone again. Nothing from James yet. Their online exchanges had been explicit from the start -- no pretending, no shame. She'd watched him stroke himself while she spread her legs for the camera. They'd told each other exactly what they wanted, in crude detail that would make most people blush. She'd described how she liked to be fucked, positions she'd never shared with anyone else. He'd confessed fantasies his wife would have been horrified by. Sometimes the dirtiest things were the most honest.

“When my fingers touch your pussy, will I find it wet for me?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m so wet for you, Owen.” “This is what you want.” He’s talking dirty, still being demanding, but double-checking my consent too. He cares so fucking much, and my heart swells in my chest. “It is.” I squirm underneath him, clit begging to be touched. “I want it, and I need it. Touch me, Owen. Please.” With his hand under my leggings but still over my panties, he sweeps his fingers over my core. I swear I could come right now if he does it again.

Vance Celeste was falling apart in my arms. Dean and July were having a forbidden affair, but what I was doing is far worse. I was thinking of my best friend’s daughter in ways I shouldn’t. The worst part of it, she calls me Daddy and it makes my dick so hard. If Dean knew she called me that, he’d kill me. I never had a thing for daddy kink. Hell, I never even thought of Celeste calling me that. Until one night, she did and I loved it. The thought has me wanting to take her to bed and I’m not talking about going to sleep. I want to tear her clothes off and rip her little panties off with my teeth.

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

They loved the fantasy that I could be their sweet, secretly filthy neighbor. Drying off, I wrapped myself in a silk robe and settled onto the couch with my phone. Notifications poured in: new subscriber milestones, comments praising my latest scene, private messages from fans offering ridiculous sums for custom content. I answered a few, keeping my replies flirty but professional. Then I switched accounts, opening the carefully curated family-friendly I*******m where I posted sunsets, coffee art, and vague captions about “creative projects.” The two lives existed in parallel universes, and I was the only bridge between them.

I fist his hair, rock my hips, press closer, and tug on him. "Oh damn," he moans, burying his face further between my legs, his tongue doing evil, wicked, and wonderful things to my pussy. “Yes, oh God, yes, Mr. Walker. Eat my pussy.” I remember now that Amber and Jenny said he liked dirty talk, too. Liked telling them how bad they were. And fuck if that isn’t one of the big things that has been a feature in all of my fantasies. “I’m such a bad girl, Mr. Walker. Lick your dirty slut.”