Shemale Dirty Talk Novels & Stories

she muttered. "You watch a lot of porn?" Clara chuckled. Shamira nipped Renata's ass with her teeth. "I had a lot of spare time on my hands." Renata got on her knees behind her lover and shoved the dildo into her sex from behind. "Not anymore," she whispered, barely audible over the falling water.

Noah’s voice curled around me like smoke, low and teasing, thick with lust. “But I’ve been dying to know,” he said as he dragged his knuckles along my thigh, “who made you cum the hardest yesterday?” Heat rippled down my spine. My lips parted, but the answer caught in my throat. I looked between them, between the hungry eyes and the tension winding in their shoulders. “Honestly,” I murmured, swallowing hard, “it’s all so hazy. I can’t remember.” Dennis stepped closer, his body radiating purpose. “We need to remedy that right away, Doctor.”

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

I am going to burn this image into my mind. We both watch as his hand slides between my thighs again, fingers slipping through my folds like he owns me. I shiver and widen my stance without even thinking. God, I’m already gone for him, and I know we are just getting started. “She loves being played with, doesn’t she? Loves knowing people might be watching her get off.” I whimper at his words, both embarrassed and unbelievably turned on by the dirty talk. He nips at my earlobe. “Use your words. Tell me you love it.”

“Dallas, I don't think you're making the right decisions. You just got back. You need sleep. In the morning, we can talk.” Her hands smoothed down my pants and over my already hard dick. Fingers gliding through, holding my zipper and slowly unzipping my pants. I gasped the moment her hands wrapped around me. “Dal—” “Shhh. I missed you so much. Let me show you how much I have. Just how much I missed the taste of your cock.” She stuck out her tongue and, like a filthy whore, licked me from top to bottom and i held onto the wall for dear life.

I went to bed with a smile, cock raw and satisfied. The next morning I heard her moving around earlier than usual. She sounded restless. By evening she was back, and I could tell she was waiting. Hoping. I made her wait longer this time. When I finally triggered the frequency, she cried out in relief. “Fuck yes… come on…” I talked to myself under my breath while I played with her. “That’s it, Lena. Take it deep. Let it own that sweet pussy.” Her dirty talk came back louder. She had no shame when the pleasure hit. “I’m so wet… it feels like a tongue on my clit… oh god, suck it harder!”

Ezra asks me. I nod. I reach up and touch his hand on my neck. He presses his body against me, and we slowly move across the room. "You want me, dont you, Veronica," Ezra whispers. Ezra reaches in front of me and grabs between my legs. I moan as he rubs against my pussy through my clothes. "Say it. Say you want me to fuck you," Ezra whispers. "I want you to fuck me," I answer him, moaning. Ezra turns me quickly, grabbing my face. "I knew there was a whore in there wanting to be fucked," Ezra says, smiling.

' Our pace quickened, hips thrusting, slick sounds filling the room. Pleasure built, coiling tight, her dirty talk pushing me higher. 'You're such a naughty little slut, aren't you? Cumming all over your best friend's pussy.' I was lost in it, moaning her name, our bodies slick with sweat. Just as the edge approached, her eyes locked on mine, she whispered, 'I think I'm...' but then her words cut off in a sharp gasp as a new wave hit her, her body shuddering against me. But we didn't stop; the interruption only fueled the fire.

Under everyone's anticipation, I passed a USB to the court clerk, who then played a refined version of the audio file from the miniature body camera for everyone to hear. Jack's face flickered with a barely noticeable panic. The next second, crystal-clear, amplified audio filled the solemn hearing room. First came Dakota's high-pitched, whiny complaints. "This box is huge and hard. It takes up too much space!" The sound of her throwing the medical box off the cliff was quickly followed by her gloating voice. "See? Problem solved… My cosmetics are way more valuable than that stupid box."

I said, "Rena..., the rule about dirty talk—" "Dog! I want to get fucked!" Already cutting off my sentence, she actually let out a dirty word. "Squat!" Spontaneously I forced Rena to face the front of the pants I opened and exposed the tension in front of her face. My hand pulled Rena's head closer, passing my long stick over her warm lips many times. "Uh, Ren ...." I looked up, occasionally closing my eyes as I was carried away by the ridiculous bubbling that was getting fuller down there. "Keep going, Ren ...." A little more. Yes ....