Shemale Dirty Talk Novels & Stories

“That’s my good girl. Fuck yourself nice and slow for me. I’m stroking faster now… mmm… thinking about burying my face between those soft thighs and licking every drop of that sweet juice. I’d suck your clit until your legs shake, baby. Then I’d slide my tongue inside you and fuck you with it.” “Oh god… yes…” I moaned loudly, adding a third finger and stretching myself open. My hips rocked shamelessly against my hand, chasing the delicious fullness. “I love when you talk dirty like that. It makes me throb. My clit is so swollen… every time I touch it I feel like I could explode.”

these words I couldn't control left my mouth and she whimpered as I started fingerfucking her with reckless abandon. I've never been a talker during sex, never had the use for conversations during my fucking sessions but I couldn't stop myself from talking dirty to her, and fuck, who knows talking dirty during sex was such a huge turn-on. I continued finger fucking her till she erupted like a geyser and she collapsed against the desk, completely spent.

Mom giggled again and turned to look me in the eyes as she said, "God, yes. I haven't orgasmed so hard in my life. I'm still tingling all over, honey. You're an amazing lover." I smiled and added, "It was worth it to me too. You can cum like that on my cock any time, baby. That was intense. I just never knew you had such a love for talking dirty." Mom giggled again and explained, "I don't know why, but I've always been interested in talking dirty during sex. I've just never had the nerve to try it and no one's ever tried it with me, but you're also my first lover since you're father. I just think it gets me riled up and wanting more. Hearing you talking dirty to me at the party was a big tur

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.”

Each lick of his tongue against my pussy felt like a slice of heaven and call me a crazy slut or whatever, but I didn't want it to stop. Like that wasn't enough, he pushed three fingers deep inside me, his thumb working my nub in a frantic circle. "That's it, my beautiful little slut," he growled, the words muffled against my wet heat. "Take it. Look at how you're pulsing around my fingers. You're so tight... so perfect." The dirty talk was the final straw that fractured my mind. I was a mess of tangled limbs and broken gasps, my head tossing from side to side on the pillow. The pressure in my lower belly coiled into a white-hot scream.

Whimpering, she nodded, at him as he looked up, his cock doing wonderfully delicious things to her painfully aching pussy. "Fuck that pussy, baby," she whimpered. "Make my pussy yours." He groaned, obviously loving her dirty talk, thrusting harder and inching her orgasm closer and closer to boiling. His cock seemed perfect today, and she knew that this would be an orgasm that she wouldn't soon forget, and silently vowed to repay him however he wanted. "Take that fuckin' dick," he barked out, causing her to whimper, all sorts of dirty thoughts entering her head.

Then I began to talk dirty. "Aw, fuck, you're a hot old bitch! You like that cock? You like fucking my big cock, bitch? That's a big fat cock up your cunt, ain't it? You feel that? Pound it, bitch! Pound that cock like the whore you are! Ahhh, you're such a fuckin' cockhound! You want more and more of this cock in your cunt, don't you? Don't lie. You know you do. Now all these people know it too. They all know you're a cock-fucking whore like I do. You're the kind of whore who will die if she doesn't feel a cock ramming hard up her cunt, right, bitch?"

”Fuck, you were really good" I moaned I chuckled naughtily, indicating that I was pleased. Her eyes shot up, she bit her lower lip, and while staring straight at me, she brought her index finger to her mouth to moisten it. Now I bit my lower lip and threw back my head. I gave her my approval, I really need a release today. Again, she let my manhood fill up her mouth. This time, she did not only press her finger against her hole, but gently slid it in. The moaning was released through the shower room. My hands dig deep into her hair, setting a steady rhythm. She varied her technique, slowly moving her finger inside her hole. The sound of her sucking me and frequent choking filled the room. "F

The fact that it’s full daylight and she’s already this confident makes me achingly hard. “Uhhhh…” Dirty talk. Yes, I can do that. “It isn’t for me,” she clarifies. “It’s for you.” I groan. “I’m already harder than…uh, sorry. That’s not gentlemanly.” “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. I can tell you’re still nervous. This is to help you. Let’s dirty talk and laugh about it and then hump like enraged animals.” “Holy god, if rabid animal sex is what you’re expecting, then you might be disappointed.”

After a few seconds, I pulled back and nibbled at her ear while whispering obscenities. "I've always wanted to fuck you like this. Oh God, Pearl, you have no idea how many times I've wanted to just bend you over and fuck your brains out while you moan like that." I was getting carried away with the dirty talk, and some part of me was afraid I'd overdo it, that I might say something offensive and she'd suddenly stop and get up. But she took to the dirty talk with enthusiasm. "I want more of you," her eyes were starting to roll back into her head as she rubbed her clit furiously.