Tamil Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

“Oh, Father, the thoughts I had about this man... they were really, really dirty. I took off my bra and showed off my tits to him. He seemed to really like it. His eyes glazed over; I was going to bury his face in them until he was out of breath…” I sucked in a deep breath. I didn’t know when it happened, but my zipper had come undone and I had slipped my hand inside my briefs. Caution had been blown completely to the wind. I didn’t care where I was, or that I had returned to a habit I’d struggled to let go of for years. All I knew was that I was painfully hard and I had to rub one off to Candy telling me, in that sweet voice, all the naughty things she wanted to do to me. At least it would

“That sounds incredible. What do you want, baby?” I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “In a lot of the p**n we watch, there are scenes with white wives getting fucked by well-hung black guys. I know a lot of it is fake, but every time I see a big black cock stretching a tight white pussy, I get soaking wet. I want to experience it for real. I want to get fucked by a hung black guy… while I suck your cock.” David stared at me in silence for several long seconds, his face unreadable. Then he stood up and left the room without saying a word.

“You’re such a dirty fucking cousin. I hate you… but I can’t stop.” She flipped me onto my back again and climbed on top in a scissoring position, our pussies pressed tight together, clits rubbing frantically. We were both soaked, the wet sounds loud and obscene. Our tits bounced as we fucked each other, hands grabbing, nails digging, mouths crashing together in messy kisses. “I’m gonna cum again,” I gasped. “Cum with me, you nasty bitch,” Lila moaned. “Cum on your cousin’s pussy.” We came together; screaming, shaking, squirting all over each other’s thighs and the floor. The orgasm was so intense.

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

I wanted him to fuck me absolutely silly. ”You're so fucking hot when you scream like that,” he muttered, his large hands gripping my hips to keep me in place as he fucked my ass hard, each thrust sending me into another dimension. ‎“Milking my cock like a whore," he rasped. ‎I moaned loudly at his words, the dirty talk making my pussy completely flood with moisture. "Fuck me harder… I'll be your dirty little slut…put your big cock into any hole you want!" ‎We were a total sweaty mess as the sounds of our lovemaking filled the quiet room. He raised one of my legs up over the couch arm, the brutal new angle let him grind even deeper, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyes.

He pulled my hair, arching my back so he could bite my shoulder. “Such a dirty little thing. Letting the cleaner wreck your pussy after hours. What would the other members think if they knew?” The dirty talk sent me spiraling. “They’d be jealous. Want your cock too.” “Only yours gets it.” He reached down and rubbed my clit faster. “Come one more time. Squeeze me.” I exploded around him, vision blurring. My moans bounced off every surface. He followed right after, filling me again with hot spurts. We slumped together against the tiles, catching our breath.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

This big boss was supposed to look down on Uea for being too clumsy~ until the drunken main character who rejected Theo seduced the big boss to bed! It was really a filthy short story... 'But isn't that why I'm here?' 'I love filthy short stories the most!' Uea laughed wickedly. The door opened, and Ryan returned with a cup of water. After drinking the water, Uea knew there was no chance to touch or eat, so he left the office and returned to sleep in his office. Later in the evening, he received a call from Ryan, who wanted Uea to accompany him to meet a business partner in a bar.

Thick and heavy pressing against his zipper while he lectured. I wanted to drop to my knees right there and taste him. See if that brooding mouth could deliver on all the dirty promises his voice hinted at. My fingers gripped the edge of the desk. My panties were ruined now slick fabric clinging to my swollen lips. He continued the lecture but his eyes kept drifting back to me. “In Wuthering Heights Heathcliff doesn’t ask permission nicely. He takes what burns between them. Raw. Messy. Cum soaked sheets and bruises on thighs. That’s the kind of love that destroys and rebuilds you.”

I were speechless There was a weird silence that got build up in-between us, we all kept staring at Tara with unknown emotion filled in our eyes, while Tara on other hand simply kept wiping her nose with back of her dress sleeves Tara then sniffed a little and continued “My mother…. my innocent mother turned herself into a whore and started selling her body for money….she used to get herself lock in room with a random man everyday….they used to do all horrible things inside and when this used to finish I only used to hear deep broken cry of my mother, everything went normally at first…. soon my mother profession was discovered by many male of our town and even they started to visit my mother