Tamil Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

"No way on earth, no. Ok, my story's exhausting as poop. I was a beautiful forlorn failure in school, however I earned substantial sums of money out of it. Out of nowhere got famous with the women." "So you chose to turn into a womanizing nouveau-rich butt sphincter with a preference for whores?" Kat prodded, summoning just a scowl from her accomplice. "I kid. Hello, I like poop chutes. "That is rich, better believe it. Given a rimjob previously?" her customer murmured, his jaw holding a bit - yet he before long loose, particularly as he found time to finish his beverage. "Mhm. By what other means would I realize that I like butt sphincters?" the redhead fixed her back gladly.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

I smiled and waved then slowly got up, staggering off the stage towards the back where I met my friend again. Vella’s face was a mass of sperm, and she didn’t bother cleaning it, seemingly enjoying just being a cum whore for a day. We walked a little across the fair afterwards, soaked and messed as we were, enjoying the looks we would get, before heading back home, satisfied with the day overall.

please don't tell anyone about her and me old lady:- don't worry we don't tell anyone but can you tell me how you pull this off velliam:- you don't believe me but I am legendary black magic king that what I think old man:- it hard to believe but I think that true and this girl is proof girl:- velliam I need some water velliam:- I bring some then he bring some water for her old lady:- you are so cute. are you going to live with velliam now on girl:- velliam can I live with you. I don't know where to go velliam:- of course you are going to live with me and together we going to travel whole world

CHAPTER 29 - Elira’s Dark Secrets Ronan’s POV The dossier on Elira burned cold in my mind. Not just financial records, not just shell companies and dark-market connections. This was the intimate, unvarnished truth. The receipts for the private clinic in Geneva where she'd discreetly ended the pregnancy of a rival CEO's son. The encrypted chat logs with the judge she'd blackmailed into dismissing her DUI. The photos of the warehouse fire that had conveniently cleared a property she needed—along with the two night watchmen who'd never made it out.

I said to myself. I forced myself to stand up from the bed and pulled off the bed sheets stained with my blood. I was still fully naked. I felt so much pain in my thighs and vagina as I came down from the bed. I folded the bed sheets and took it to the bathroom, then soaked it in water. Then I turned on the shower to take my bath again. While in the shower, I roughly scrubbed my body parts that Antonio touched but I didn't still feel clean. I still felt dirty, unclean and used.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

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.”