Sexting Smut Novels & Stories

he continued, “look at you raising your ass to meet my smacks, do you enjoy getting smacked like a dirty slut?” Hmm? I didn’t know that he was such a talker. That he could talk this dirty during sex. With him, sex was just an endless thrusting session with no talks at all, it was brutal and feral and ravaging but this? The way he was talking dirty like this? It was unexplainable. “You haven’t answered me,” another smack, “do you enjoy getting smacked like a dirty little slut?” “Yes,” I whimpered in my utterly aroused state, “yes please.”

One hand gripped her hip while the other delivered sharp, loud smacks to her ass with every thrust. “Take this dick, you little slut. You love sneaking around like this, don’t you?” Graham grunted, pounding into her relentlessly, the wet sound of her pussy echoing in the room. "Yes— daddy. Harder, please — oh God!" the girl moaned out, pushing back to meet his brutal strokes. Sienna Vale stood in the shadowed alcove behind a half-open door, her phone held steady, recording every second. Her thighs pressed tightly together as she watched, her breathing becoming shallow.

“You gonna see him?” I bite my lip. I am. I don’t know why since there’s no chance in hell he is my future husband, but I am. I sit up. Grab my phone. Type out a reply. Me: Sure. But just to be clear, Pretty Boy. I’m only in this for the sugar. Send. And then I freeze. Pretty Boy. Sugar??? My face turns hot. My soul actually detaches from my body and floats above me like. Girl, did I just sext an actor?!

" I ignored him. Group chat. 'Same time next week.' I wanted to ignore that one, but I put a thumbs up emoji. I couldn't risk them releasing the video before my finals. My whole junior year would be a waste if that happened. Fu8ck them. I would give them no emotion. They would get nothing from me except what I decided to give them. If I had to have meaningless se8x to get through this, I would. But fu8ck them both. ----- ----- -----

What if I repulsed him? "Less thinking, more working that pussy Kira," Stella said. "You're hot. You're beautiful. And your tits are the prettiest I've seen. Go get him, girl." "It's just sexting," I mumbled, blushing terribly. "I doubt it'll be as exciting as you think." "With a man like that?" She laughed. "I don't think so," *****

Their dripping cunts smashed on each other, parting together to reveal their swollen lips. Ben returned and slammed into Jane's ass while she scissored Juliet. Both of them moaned into each other's mouths as they kissed and nibbled, rubbing their cunts together. Sam's head was buried between Britney's thighs, sucking her pussy. The camcorder in my hand began to shake the longer I stood there and watched. I was dripping wet now and itching to touch my throbbing pussy. “Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" Juliet screamed, sinking her nails into Jane's shoulders.

Nearly a month had passed since she last had real sex, and the craving inside her burned hotter than ever. She scrolled through new chatrooms until she stumbled across one called BBCchat. Her pulse raced at the name. Arianna had always fantasized about black cock, though she had never experienced one. She signed up immediately as “Ari Cat” and uploaded a nude photo. A glimpse of her bush peeked between her thighs. The responses came fast, men sending pictures of their erections, making her cunt twitch with desire. She chose one and began sexting. Her descent into craving black cock was complete. She could feel herself growing hotter with every message.

"Mmmmmmm....." I begin to hum. I squeeze my eyes shut, shifting my body weight on my knees, and grab her hips tighter. I feel myself getting close to the orgasm I'm chasing. Suddenly, the door flies open, breaking me of my rhythm. "What the fuck, man?" I shout, as Darren Pumin struts through the door. "Sorry. I thought you were done." "Santos." Sasha reaches between her legs and strokes her clit. "Keep going, Santos. I'm so close."

Pulling out my phone . “Put your number in, hot stuff,” I said, handing him my phone. All my shame and previous racism melted away instantly. He grinned silently. He seemed like a man of few words. Just how I loved my men. I gave him a slutty suggestive look, smattering my lipstick at him. I wanted his massive black cock doing all the talking, stretching and pounding deep inside my gripping, dripping pussy. He punched in his number. The grin never left his handsome face. I knew exactly what he was thinking—how could this tiny woman possibly take him? But I had taken more thick BBC than medicine in my life. I loved it. I was almost addicted to it.

“Missed this wet little hole? It’s been throbbing all day thinking about you.” Grace sank onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for the camera. The room was softly lit, just enough to hide her face in shadow while showing every curve of her body. She’d named the account ASlimySlut because that’s exactly how she felt when she touched herself—filthy, dripping, desperate. Subscribers were already piling in. Her first few posts had gone semi-viral in the right circles: thick stepmom types who moaned like they needed cock more than air.