Smuttiest Books Ever Novels & Stories

I_pooped JuSt wAtTpAd What about the smut you read? Will_the_devil Um... What's smut? Quinn_beach (Quinn) Bro, please, you can't use the innocent card anymore. Will_the_devil Seriously, I have no idea what a smut is. I just read the books that Caleb suggested me to. He said it will educate me about everything I need to know. The_real_prince_charming Okay, Will...can we know the names of these books you read? Cereal_killer (Caleb)

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

I groaned deeply, one hand gently threading into her bun, not forcing, just guiding. “That’s it,” I rasped. “Just like that, baby. Use your tongue.” She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. She took more of me, bobbing her head slowly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Saliva dripped down my shaft as she worked me, her hands stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her glasses fogged slightly. Her bun was coming loose. She looked utterly debauched, an innocent librarian, I guessed on her knees with a stranger’s cock in her mouth, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me."

Lena lay in the middle of the crowded living room floor like a used rag, her body glistening with sweat, cum, and spit. Her once pretty face was now a complete mess of smeared mascara, dried semen, and fresh loads. Thick globs of cum slowly leaked from her stretched pussy and gaping asshole, forming a puddle beneath her ass. Her heavy breasts were red from constant slapping and covered in handprints. Yet despite being completely destroyed, her eyes still burned with that endless, insatiable hunger.

He left the door open for all to see what a horny slut I'd been. I got myself together and walked out to the lobby of the bookstore. My hair was matted up on one side and wet. I looked down and saw that my blouse was still unbuttoned. My knees were dirty and wet with cum stains. I could feel piss dripping from my face. I knew that everyone in the bookstore could tell I'd been sucking cock and drinking piss. It thrilled and depressed me to have others know what I'd been doing. What a cheap whore I was to have let strangers use me for a cum slut and piss bucket.

Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.

Tasting the filth, the fire, the fever he wrote into every page of my skin. The next morning, a box sat on the kitchen counter. Hardcover, freshly printed. My was name on the cover—and his. ‘Yours, Uncensored.’ “Is this—?” I asked, fingers trembling over the title. “Our story,” he said behind me, pulling my robe down to bare my shoulder. “Every filthy, furious, unforgettable chapter.” “You’re insane,” I breathed. “And you love it.” He kissed the top of my spine. The back cover quote? I read it aloud.

Then I recalled he once told me that he found out four years ago. "They're not... smutty. Just romance with a little..." I couldn’t finish the sentence because he was too right. All of my favourite books were downright smutty, especially the ones I read nowadays.

DANGEROUS ADDICTION: SEX, LOVE AND SCADAL "Everything I hate...Yet Crave." A COLLECTION OF STEAMY SEXUAL FANTASIES. This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships. If you feel like you can read on then be my adorable guest on a highly steamy and pleasurable journey that will leave you so high, horny and sexually active only at reading. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF HORNINESS