Novel & Cerita Short Dirty Sex Stories

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h

He shoves me down until my chest is flat against the mahogany desk. He yanks my skirt and panties down in one rough move. They end up tangled around my ankles. I feel the cool air on my bare ass. My legs are spread wide, leaving me totally exposed. I am dripping, the scent of my arousal filling the space. He leans over me, pressing his chest into my back. Then I feel it. The broad, hot head of his cock rubs along my wet slit. He isn't wearing a condom. The feel of his hot skin against mine is almost enough to break me.

“Not here—” “Shh,” he hushed, fingers already sliding between my legs. “Nobody sees. Just you and me.” He pushed me against the wall, dropped to his knees and shoved my dress up. His tongue went straight to my clit, licking fast. I grabbed his hair, moaning his name. Then he stood up, turned me around, bent me over the back of the couch and thrust into me from behind. Hard. Deep. Over and over. We kept going for hours that night—on the couch, in the shower, even quick ones in the living room when we thought we had time.

Maybe that's why my mom married him, after all he doesn't even have a stable job! I watched as Evelyn walked up to him and made him watch as she slipped a finger into herself. "I'm so wet, Frank. I need your hard dick in me right now. I want you to fuck me silly. Make me your fucking cum slut.". She moaned, gripping Frank's hardened dick from his trousers. I heard Frank groan. God, her dirty talk was quickly breaking down any control that he had left. "Fuck," she moaned as she continued to finger her tight pussy. She was voluptuous, and I'm sure Frank was imagining himself grabbing her waist as he fucked hard into her, her screaming at him not to stop. God, I was becoming wet.

“We’re not leaving this cabin until I fuck you raw tonight.” Ryan’s words hung heavy in the air as he hovered over me, his body still pinning me to the bed. My cum soaked through my shorts, sticky and warm against my skin. I lay there panting, heart racing, trying to process what the hell just happened. “Ryan... wait,” I breathed, but he was already moving. His big hands grabbed the waistband of my soaked shorts and yanked them down my legs in one rough pull, tossing them across the room.

He breathed heavily and smirked at the sight of the woman trembling with so much pleasure. "That is the kind of sex you deserve, my love. Do not settle for less." He kissed her cheek and disappeared to look for his next victim. In just an hour, Malovich was able to fuck ten women and also had his fill with blood. He did not have a particular type. He fucked anyone he finds attractive and left them satisfied and wrecked. They will wake up not remembering what happened, but the great sex he gave them will always stay at the back of their minds, and they will keep looking for it from their lover—which won't be given to them.

She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet. ‎The day I saw my girlfriend's mom masturbating, I had gone over to her place to see Juliet. Juliet's room is located at the end of the hallway, while her mom's room is the first one in the hallway. ‎I was passing the hallway to go see Juliet in her room when I heard the quiet moans and grunts coming from her mom's cracked door. I couldn't stop myself from peeking inside the room a little. That was when I saw her, spread naked on her bed with one hand pinching her tit, while the other was thrusting the dildo in and out of her

The shorts dug deep between my ass cheeks, the fabric already damp before I even got into bed. Mia fell asleep quickly, as usual, curled up facing away from me. I lay there in the dark, heart racing, pretending to sleep. It didn’t take long. The bedroom door opened quietly around 2 a.m. Richard came in first. He knelt beside the bed like before. His hand immediately slid under the blanket and up my thigh. This time he didn’t hesitate. He pushed my tiny shorts aside and found me already dripping. Two thick fingers pushed inside me. I had to bite the pillow to stay quiet as he started fingering me — slow, deep strokes while his thumb rubbed my clit. Mia was right there. If she woke up even sli

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.