Smutty Short Novels & Stories

“Yup. Nope you won’t look slutty if you wear it with sneakers. You’ll just look cute and adorable.” I change into the shorts and pink top. It doesn’t look too bad. I fluff my hair out and slick on a layer of lip gloss and go out to meet Semyon. He grins. “That is a good outfit.” “Thank you.”

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

I stared at him incredulously. “How did you—“ But my words were cut short when he suddenly slip my bra underneath his boxers. My eyes trained on the spot his manhood and my bra located. My left pinky finger twitched. He must have seen the look on my face because he then rubs it with a smug look on his face. I can already feel myself dripping. Damn, how I wish that’s my hand under that flimsy material. “You want it back, babe?” I nodded dumbly, my mind was busy formulating a thousand ways to get my bra and at the same time feel his cock. My mouth went dry just thinking about it.

Her throat was suddenly dry. "Yes," she choked out in a hoarse whisper. "Then sit down and I'll show you how I like to do it." Sue backed up until she sat in her vanity chair, her eyes never leaving Tommy. Tommy stood up and slowly stripped off his shirt. Then he opened his shorts and began to pull them down. Suddenly, he turned until his back was to his stepmother. Like a stripper, he slowly pulled his shorts below his buttocks. Tommy was as surprised

Temi whimpered, her pussy clenching at the dirty words. Femi yanked her long skirt up to her waist, exposing her thick thighs and the soaked white cotton panties clinging to her plump pussy lips. He ripped the panties down, revealing her shaved cunt..swollen, glistening, and leaking clear juices down her inner thighs. The musky scent of her arousal filled the small room.

When I reached the door, which was slightly ajar, I froze. Amy’s voice was low and breathy. “Why the fuck did you touch her, Adam? My best friend?” I peeked through the crack and my stomach twisted. Amy was completely naked, straddling her stepdad. She was riding him slowly, hips rolling in deep, filthy circles, her hands braced on his chest. Mr. Reynolds lay beneath her, groaning, his big hands gripping her ass tight.

I get home and it's already 6:20 pm, I see Miley lying on my couch with a man's shirt that went to the middle of her thighs eating popcorn while watching something on TV. - Speak up Smurfette - I say and she notices my presence coming to me to hug me Miley was 1.62 m tall but I call her Smurfette because she has a blonde hair and because of a blue glitter accident, outside to tease her since I'm taller but she doesn't care.

“Claws out. Balls out, baby!” “You got it, shorty!” Sammie cracked her knuckles and then her neck. She wore a black sports bra and some fitted, knee length shorts. Earlier, I braided her hair and helped her with makeup, mainly lipstick and mascara. Let’s be honest. The girl needed no adornments.

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.