Really Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I’m a whore. A dirty little whore… I crave to be spanked, spat on, fucked like a slut, and left dripping with cum from my face to my boobs. But nobody knows that…Not my best friend or my parents. And certainly not my goody two shoes fiancé, who's currently staring at me with a wide grin on his face. “Liv” I heard him mutter, snapping me back to reality. “I’m sorry, what?” I blurted out, my face flushed with embarrassment at the kind of thoughts I was having , especially in a place like this.

I felt proud of myself that I could make someone that was much more experienced than I was moan so shamelessly. “Fuck. Oh, fuck,” she cried out. The sounds that she emitted as I feasted on her succulent pussy were the hottest things I had ever heard. I ate and sucked her faster, aiming to make her cum on my face. It was one of the fantasies that I’d had for a long time and I was eager to make good use of the opportunity I’d been rewarded with. Flicking her clit with my tongue, I slipped one finger into her without warning. “Hmph!” She whimpered out loud, pressing my face roughly against her pussy.

"So ready for me. Have you been fantasizing about this all day? Thinking about my cock stretching you?" I nodded, biting my lip as he circled my clit with agonizing slowness. "Yes... fuck, Ryker. Every day." He smirked, slipping one finger inside me, then two, curling them just right to hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Dirty girl. My wife's little sister, creaming all over my fingers like a slut. Does that turn you on? Knowing how wrong this is?" "It makes me want you more." I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand.

" Not that she has ever bedded Bien… Not yet, anyway. “Uhhhhh… fuck… you’re still hard… Wait... I came already... still pumping into me… Damn it… I’m drying up YOU MANIAC!!! Ahhhh... slow... down.. shiiit...” “You came a little too fast... mmmph... baby girl. Now let me... ahhhh... give you four more... ungghhh... orgasms before I... mmmm... cum… ”Shiiiit… Ahhhh… you bastard… let me rub my clit… Yesss… Haaahhhh... I need to get… wet… Daaamn iiiit… you fuucking maniaac…” ”Yes, I am... and don't deny it... aahhhh... you love my big hard cock... mmmpphhh... that won't stop fucking you until... haahhh... you collapse, don’t you Stella? Now keep your legs wide open…aaahhh...”

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

I scream, struggling in vain while he just keeps thrusting into me, his grip on my hips and ass tight. He laughs again, "Yes, this dirty lowlife is fucking you. Look at your pussy clenching around my dirty cock. You like this, don't you? Being a dirty slut, a cum bucket." "You-----------" I moan when he hits that spot again, my head thrown back against my will, moaning loudly. "I thought so," he grunts, pounding harder into my pussy, his heavy balls slapping against my pussy lips. "Filthy whore. Take my cock."

“Don’t lock it, though. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? To be dirty and to be bad and to fuck me when you shouldn’t.” “I’m not the only one who wants to be dirty and bad, am I?” I lean down and lick the shell of his ear. “I’m not the one fucking my son’s ex-fiancé right now, am I? I’m not the one who stood a little too close, who watched me a little too intensely, who licked his lips every time my skirt slid a little too high.”

She was shaking, moaning like a bitch in heat, completely lost in pleasure. They fucked her mercilessly. The wet slapping sounds were obscene. Her juices ran down the first guy’s balls as she got railed in both holes. She kept talking dirty the whole time, voice hoarse and broken. “Harder… wreck my slutty holes… I’m just a cumdump for real men… my son would be so ashamed if he knew what a filthy mommy I am…” That line almost made me cum on the spot. The shame burned through me like fire, but my hand kept pumping my cock faster. Pre-cum was pouring from my tip.

Juices gushed, puddling the sheets, tangy scent filling the room. His dirty talk replayed: "No one deserves you... body's for family." Hips bucked, tits swinging, slapping undersides. Free hand yanked a nipple, twisting vicious. Pressure coiled, belly tight. "Split me, brother... fuck your sis raw." Visions: him pinning me like this, cock ramming balls-deep, stretching till I screamed, cum flooding my womb.

Click after filthy click. The more he stroked, the deeper his mind sank. “Fuck… imagine some rich older man seeing these,” he whispered, voice husky. His hand sped up. “Pin me down and call me his dirty little slut… force my legs open and breed my hole until I’m leaking cum for days.” His fantasies turned darker, wilder. “Degrade me. Tell me I’m just a set of holes for superior cock. Slap my face with it. Choke me while pounding me raw. Fill me up until my belly swells and I can’t even walk…”