Really Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I laugh and shake my head yes. “All the time. I know it’s wrong, and I shouldn’t fantasize about something so dirty, but I can’t help it.” He cups my face and gives me a sweet smile. “Nothing is wrong between us. There’s nothing you could want that is wrong or disgusting or going to make me think less of you. Trust me, Leah, there’s not a goddamn thing you could think of that I haven’t already jerked myself off to. I’ve thought about fucking your tight little body in a million different ways, and I plan on doing all of them.”

Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days. Finding her suddenly in his private spa had been surreal. He'd stepped in just wanting to give her an unforgettable experience as thanks… but things escalated fast. She was bold, naughty, and shockingly still a virgin. The moment his fingers entered her walls, she was so tight... so wet. He wanted to take her right there and then, but the stakes were too high. At the peak of his career, one scandal with a fan, especially his biggest fanfic writer could destroy everything. Still… he couldn’t resist giving her that orgasm.

‎ ‎While she laid there, completely exposed to him, he pushed her legs apart and stared down at her cunt openly, his d**k dancing happily in his shorts. ‎ ‎"Aren't you married, Elena? Why is your p***y so wet for me? Naughty girl". Ryan said gruffly as he knelt between her spread legs. ‎ ‎Elena couldn't form a real answer as her head swam with need. She couldn't tell the difference between right and wrong, up and down, right or left. Is this another dream? She thought. Would it end all over again? Am I supposed to be enjoying this? ‎

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS NUDITY AND SEXUAL SCENES. IT IS 18+ RATED. Their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other, glittering from the sweat that covered their bodies. Even though the air conditioner was working, the feeling of ecstasy running through their bodies produced alot of sweat.

PROLOGUE Broke and desperate, 24-year-old Sienna gets an offer she should’ve walked away from— One month. One man. One filthy contract. No names. No public outings. No limits. All she has to do is say yes to him. Mr. Black. Older, richer, cruelly gorgeous, and controlling as sin. He wants her under him, owned in every way—bound by silk, paid in luxury, and fucked raw. What starts as a cold transaction becomes something darker and hungrier as his obsession takes root.

Marcus choked her from behind while Damien rubbed her clit fast and rough. “Such a perfect little cum dump,” Marcus groaned in her ear. “Taking two Daddy cocks at the same time. You were made for this.” She came violently, squirting all over Marcus’s lap and the rug, body shaking uncontrollably. They kept thrusting through it, harder, filthier. “Again,” Damien demanded, slapping her clit. “Come like the dirty girl you are.” Jenna screamed and squirted a second time, tears running down her flushed cheeks.

abruptly, and his face turned black. It seemed that they were in a crisis of trust. "You idiot, if you want to monopolize me, you can say it directly. You don't need to be jealous." He used a teasing tone to cover up his ridicule and dissatisfaction with her. As soon as he finished his words, Sonia got up in a hurry, put her hands on her hips, glared at him and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you at all. I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you touch another woman and then come to touch me. Don't touch me again. You are dirty!" "So I should keep my integrity for you?" He turned around, with his head resting on one hand, and looked at her playfully. "It is a clean living. If you go out and

CONTENT WARNING: Hotwife pimping fantasy unfolds – group use with anal focus, creampie overload, and husband cleanup humiliation; denial buildup, public-ish exposure, and submission kink. CHAPTER ONE "Who does this belong to? Who owns this, little girl?" He rubs her pussy in his hand. She's soaking wet, dripping. Her breathing is deep, a slight sigh with each breath. She moans softly with her eyes closed. She opens them and sees him inches from her pretty face.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.