The Dirt Audiobook Novels & Stories

My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books. I couldn’t stay quiet. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…” Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. “Mmm… please… fuck me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”

Parking Area – Clash Begins As one of the goons stepped forward to touch Rose Sinclair— CRACK— She twisted his wrist brutally. A loud scream echoed across the parking area. 😳 Hearing it, Aarth Sahni, who was walking toward his car, turned sharply. The moment he saw her— A smirk appeared. “Doll…” ❤️ At the same time, from another direction— Daniel Blackwood stood still. Expression blank… But eyes locked on her. Both men were hidden behind cars—

CHAPTER 2: BENT OVER THE BOSS’ DESK ELODIE’S POV “I’m your c-cum dumpster, sir,” I sob, the words humiliating and true. “Louder.” “I’M YOUR CUM DUMPSTER!” I scream. The filthiness of the words, the degradation, sends a fresh, hot flood of arousal soaking my bare thighs.

Disposable cups and empty bottles crunched under my knees. I grappled with a garbage bag that was so overstuffed the plastic ripped. When I lifted it, the putrid contents exploded over the floor, coating my hands and the nearby counter. I groaned, planting my hands on my hips, exhausted and disgusted. This relentless misery was my price for staying close to the monsters. A deep voice sliced through the filth, so close it made me jump. “Look who’s playing in the dirt.” I whirled around. My breath hitched.

And I couldn’t control myself to stay quiet anymore. “Unghhhhhh” “Damn, you like it when I say dirty things don’t you?.” I couldn’t talk. I was out of breath. “Finally, someone that gets me. Your sister doesn’t like it when I talk dirty, you know. But you, you're perfect for me. My perfect little whore” “Unghhh,… Ahhhhh….” “Yes baby, just like that. Let me hear you moan like the perfect little slut you are”

The cellar was silent, but it was a silence thick with the smell of ozone and ancient dust. The Auditor had not just vanished; it had been De-rezzed, its geometric plates dissolving into a fine, black silt that covered the floor like funeral ash. In its place, hovering inches above the copper grounding rod, was the Golden Record.

Politics’ Dirty Games: The President ADRIANNA WALES’ POV What I hate about myself is not giving in. Not giving in even when my heart and my mind together are already bloody screaming at me what I want and how I can get it. This is all just pride talking and influencing my whole being not to give in—not to give into Matt Zamora. Whatever we have is at the fine line between perfection and chaos. Our relationship compliments both of us in all the wonderful ways, but it is also in the brink of destroying everything we have.

“I saw it… this woman… in pigtails… and this guy… being her daddy…” “Did it make you wet?” She nods again. “I went to bed and touched myself, and it felt… icky… but nice…” “Dirty,” I tell her. “The word is dirty.” “Dirty…” she repeats. “It felt dirty… but nice… I couldn’t stop.” “You don’t have to stop. We can play that game forever, Violet. You can be my dirty little girl forever.” “Forever…” Dainty fingers reach out and stroke my hand on the gearstick.

I moaned loud right into the camera, my voice all breathy and needy while I picked up his latest book from the bed, flipping it open to the filthiest page I could find. My fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit as I read his words out loud, stuttering through the dirty parts. “Fuck, listen to this… ‘He grabbed her by the throat and slammed his thick cock balls-deep into her greedy little cunt, stretching her wide while she begged like a filthy cum-dump,’” I gasped, shoving two fingers inside my soaked hole with a wet squelch that echoed in the room. “That’s what I want you to do to me, Daddy. Ruin my tight little hole… please, I need your

My hole clenched as dirty memories from our chats flooded my mind, from him promising to choke me and then own me. “Be careful on your way home,” he finally said, still looking at me I just nodded, not trusting my voice. Without another word, he turned and walked away. I watched his broad back and tight ass as he left the alley, my body still buzzing with need. My cock stayed hard the whole time, throbbing against my jeans, pissed off that I wasn’t getting what I craved tonight. I stood there alone, breathing fast, already wondering how the hell I was supposed to forget how badly I wanted my dad’s best friend to fuck me raw.