Smutty Short Stories Novels & Stories

Absolutely not. Furious that I left my phone, laptop, and speaker downstairs, I find myself with nothing to do. Do I have the patience for reading? No. Am I in the mood to read? Also no. Do I have anything else to do? Another no. Sighing deeply, I grab a book, plop down on the bed, and start reading my smutty novel. Smut is probably the last thing I should be reading right now, but it's the only thing available. And honestly, who doesn’t like smut?

I stood there back into my imagination Land, with all my thoughts going on how I would luckily get my own mate someday and leave this life of full suffering. Soon another man Walked in and announced all servant should leave at once. We all walked out, but I hid and watch how things would get started. For hours there was simply nothing happening. I slept off due to boredom. Soon, the loud noise from the event woke me up again. " It a mate bond," the word from a lady made me jerk off my sleeping position. I watched as Dante and a strange girl who I have never seen since my days in the pack house, was about to be mated under the moonlight.

Her hair sticks to her sweaty cheek, her lipstick is a smudged mess, and she’s grinning like she just won a bet. “You dirty bitch,” she slurs, voice loud enough for half the room to hear. “That was so fucking hot.” “Shut up,” I hiss, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My laugh comes out too shaky to sound real. Her eyes glitter. “You loved it.” I look away. “I almost choked.” “That’s the point.” She smirks, leaning closer. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you were looking at them before they even dropped their pants. Is there anything you want to confess?”

His eyes were glued to my spread cunt. “I know,” I whispered. I pumped my fingers once, slow and obscene, letting him hear the wet squelch. “But I need this. Look at how wet I am. I’m fucking dripping for it.” He took one step closer. His hand dropped to his cock, palming the thick bulge through the fabric. “Fuck, Emma. You’re really doing this in my pool?” I pulled my fingers out slowly, holding them up so he could see how shiny they were with my cream. Then I sucked them clean, moaning around them. “Mmm. Yeah. And I don’t want to stop. Come here, Alex. Come see how sloppy my cunt is.”

Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut. Our sweet Gabriella. THE END

“You trying to kill me?” I smiled and pressed the button so the doors closed. “Maybe. You like what you see?” He stepped close and grabbed my waist with both hands. “You’re not wearing anything under these shorts, are you?” I took his hand and slid it down inside my shorts. His fingers touched my bare, smooth pussy. I was already soaked. “Feel that?” I asked. “I’ve been wet since last night thinking about you.” “Jesus.” He rubbed my clit in slow circles. “You’re dripping down my fingers already.”

Then his tongue dragged a long, slow stripe up the center of my shorts, pressing the wet cotton hard against my swollen clit. I cried out, back arching, fingers tangling in his hair. He did it again—slower, filthier—tongue flattening, circling, sucking my clit through the fabric until I was shaking. “Take them off,” I begged. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked the shorts down my legs. My bare pussy was exposed—puffy, glistening, clit swollen and throbbing. Liam groaned, low and primal, then buried his face between my thighs.

Ethan mumbled incoherently, his eyes rolled back, and his words only added to the fire burning within me. I swallowed him all, hungrily, slapping my tongue on his balls when they hit my lips as he thrusted in. " Fuck Lara! You are one dirty secretary!" " I love how tight your mouth is!" He whispered as he pulled at my hair, and I took him all in, his hungry and dirty words only adding to my arousal. "'Tell me he's never fucked your mouth before!" He demanded, as he slightly paused and I almost whimpered at how empty my throat felt.

“My pussy is dripping at work. I need you so bad.” “Please baby… just one quick visit?” His replies were short and frustrating: “Miss you too. Work is killing me. Soon.” By the third night, I was losing control. After my shift, I skipped dinner and went straight to bed. I stripped completely naked, my skin flushed with heat. I positioned the full-length mirror at the foot of the bed so I could watch myself like a desperate slut. Legs spread obscenely wide, I worked three fingers in and out of my soaked pussy while my thumb circled my swollen clit. I was dripping everywhere juices running down my ass and staining the sheets.