Shemale Dirty Talk Novels & Stories

“Yes, Daddy… please… fuck me harder. I need it.” I whimpered under my breath and slid two fingers inside myself, curling them against that perfect spot. My hips rocked gently against my hand as the camera zoomed in, showing those heavy balls slapping against the younger man’s ass with every powerful stroke. The dirty talk was pure perfection. “You like sneaking around behind your mom’s back, don’t you? Letting me wreck this tight boy-pussy while she’s none the wiser.”

"Day before yesterday. Room next to the master bedroom." I said it at the same time he did—quiet, but dead on. The room lit up like someone dropped a firecracker. "Hahaha, Vanessa, you finally stopped pretending." "C'mon, with our status, who needs the good-girl act?" "Keep it hidden and you're golden. Glen's deaf. He'll never know." The second they said my name, Vanessa's smile cracked. Her face iced over. "Don't let Glen know about this."

Intimate. His hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit. Rubbing in time with his hips. "Come again for me. Squeeze this cock like the good girl you are." Pressure built fast. His dirty talk pushed me higher: "Lila has no idea her sweet best friend is such a slut for my dick. Moaning under me, begging to be fucked." The taboo words tipped me over. Second orgasm ripped through — tighter, hotter. Walls fluttering around him, milking.

“Pound me... wreck this pussy... make me come on your dick” He sped up thrusts punishing, wall shaking.“Gonna fill you... breed you again ... feel how wet you are? Soaking my balls... dirty girl... come for me...”“Oh fuck ... Kai... I’m coming ...don’t stop ...”She came screaming pussy clamping down, squirting hard around him.He knotted her with a roar grinding deep, come pulsing thick and hot.“Take my cum feel it ... gonna pump you full... my filthy mate... love how you milk me...”They collapsed to the rug, still tied, her riding him slow.“More,” she moaned. “Need you again... knot me again... fuck me until I can’t think...”He flipped her, took her from behind...hand in her hair, other on h

The pressure built fast, coiling tight in my belly. Not yet. I wanted to drag this out. I pulled the dildo out with a wet pop, my pussy clenching around nothing. Fingers dove in instead – three now, curling to hit my G-spot. I fingered myself roughly, the squelching sounds obscene in the room. “So wet… such a slut,” I whispered, echoing the dirty talk from my books. My thumb pressed on my clit, rubbing side to side.

Savannah says dirty and I groan, I can't give anymore but if she keeps talking like this, I will have to bend her over on the floor on all fours and start all over again. “Shit…” I say when we both come down from our high, “yeah…shit…” she agrees, still breathing heavily and sweating from our activity. “Remember, no one has to know…” she smiles at me and I smile back before I pull my softening cock out of her hole. “No one” I agree.

Untamed, raw, and primal, the squishy sounds of intense slapping of their flesh and the smell of sweats combined and lingers in the room. "See you tomorrow...E-eiryss..." Barely caught her breath, legs quivered and eyes were half-open in pure ecstasy. Sumire hung up the call and right there, she let out an erotic moan, a delicious wave of orgasm rocked over her. Crying out in pleasure, she shuddered beneath him.

“He’ll be out of town for weeks. And… he wants to try phone sex.” “Oh.” I grinned. “Vintage. Love that.” She gave me a flat look. “It’s not funny. I don’t get it. I mean, I’ve never really done that, and dirty talk just… feels kind of dumb. Like I don’t get how people even do it without laughing.” I couldn’t help smirking. “You want me to teach you how to talk filthy over the phone?” She blushed hard and mumbled, “Kind of.” “Babe, my dirty talk has made grown men whimper. I once turned a girl with a boyfriend into a moaning mess with nothing but a voice note.”

Knowing how much effect Zane had on her, he didn't even need up to two minutes to make her cum, if she allows him to continue she would surely make a mess on Amelia's bed even before she says her full names. "I know that no one wears night dresses by this time, but this is where your imaginations comes into play, remind me to teach you how to talk dirty, I love talking that way sometimes and I would appreciate it if you talk that way to me too," Zane replied. "You don't have to teach me, I already know how to," Shirley replied quitely, feeling self conscious. "Why then are you holding back?" Zane asked not quite understanding why she has been trying to change the topic since, and she is grad

“Because I want to fuck your big, thick cock with my pussy.” Holy SHIT. It was turning me on even more to be the one doing the dirty talk. I felt like a bad girl. Like a strong, ‘fuck all y’all, I take what I want’ Bad Girl. Talking to him like this – seeing his embarrassment, but making him say it, and then saying it back to him – seemed transgressive and wrong, but oh so hot. He groaned as soon as I said it, and grabbed onto my breasts and began kneading them, slightly pinching the nipples.