Smutty Short Stories Novels & Stories

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”

Mitch withdrew his fingers and spread my wetness over my clit. “Ohh…yes..” I gasped, my voice rising in the silent basement. “No, sister,” Mitch murmured, a mischievous edge curling through his voice. “We’re not done with you yet.” Hans pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved two fingers in instead. "Promise us you'll be a good slut, Yassy." He moved his fingers inside my mouth for a moment before pulling them out almost instantly.

“Look at you… three well-bred whores leaking my cum like broken fountains. The pizza is cold, but your cunts are nice and warm with my seed.” The girls lay there panting, bodies trembling, cum pouring from their ruined holes. Emma smiled weakly. “Best delivery ever… When can you come back and breed us again?” Jax smirked. “Anytime you sluts order. But next time, leave the door unlocked. I want to walk in and find three asses up and ready.”

The vibrator on her pussy hit her clit, and it was too much. She crashed, cumming all over the place. Sammy let out a feral growl before pumping his cock a few times into her slippery cunt and then shooting his load deep into her pussy. "Not inside, you jerk!" She cried, but it was too late. Her pussy was filled with a home inspector's cum, and she was probably about to get filled up with more. "You got that out of your system?" Ray asked Sammy, who pulled away and dropped to the rug, breathing heavily. The latter only grunted.

Why does the thought of me belonging to him turn me on so much? “You’re out of your mind if you really think that.” “How about this?” He lifts his head and locks eyes with me. “If I can make you cum in one minute, you’re mine.” I snort. “You’re good but you’re not that good.” “Do we have a deal? Yes or no?” “Yes,” I say with a smug smirk because I know there’s no way he’s getting me off in such short time. It’s never happened before.

“If I didn’t live across town, I’d be there. No question. I think I’m tall enough to wrap my legs around you.” “No. I couldn’t have you drive in this rain.” “I would, though.” I repositioned myself onto my elbows, the strap of my nightgown lazily falling down my shoulder. “Just to hold me? “Hold you. Touch you,” he pointed to the camera. “Kiss that bare shoulder right there...whatever.” Even with just the bare shoulders, suddenly Tatum felt naked. “Oh.” “What are you wearing under that duvet?” he pushed his glasses up, moving closer to the phone.

The cum on her skin smeared across the pane, obscuring her reflection and the city beyond into a blurry, abstract painting. “Look at that,” the shaved-head one growled, coming up behind her. He ran a hand down the curve of her spine, over the swell of her ass. “Painting the town with our jizz. Literally.” He kicked her feet apart with his own, widening her stance. Her cunt, still gaping and swollen, was pressed against the smooth, cold surface. She could feel the slickness of her own juices and the men’s loads smearing on the glass. “Hands flat on the window,” the pierced one ordered. “Don’t move them.”

I want him to empty them in my throat or flood my pussy again. I’m such a dirty slut for this, on my knees in church with my fingers buried in my own cunt while people are still sitting in the pews. “Fuck, look at you,” Damien growled, his grip in my hair tightening as he pulled my head back so I had to look up at him again. His cock was shiny and dripping with my spit now, the head an angry dark red. “You’ve got your fingers knuckle-deep in that sloppy pussy while you suck on my balls like a bitch in heat. Tell me what you’re thinking about while you do it. Tell me how bad you want this cock back inside you.”

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

My every nerve ending was on fire… especially my baby nipples and my crotch. “If you can only see yourself, Kat. You look like such a helpless slut! I read somewhere that small boobs are especially sensitive. Is this why you are especially horny? You little girl? Now… baby slut Kat… beg for Daddy’s dick… Beg Daddy to have his way with you. Beg to be daddy’s sex slut and say Thank you Daddy, for making me feel so good!”