The Filthy Thirteen Book Novels & Stories

Now, since he had explicitly told me not to snoop, I felt outright bad to even consider it. But what would it hurt? Just one more little taste of his delicious words. My body craved his stories, I realized. My pussy did, at least. So finally, I broke down and opened the screen once more. I was shaking as it came to life. Digging my way through his folders, I couldn't stay away from the Marianne folder. Part of me had been worried that he might have deleted it. But there it was, with all the files that had been there last time I looked. Except...

“Family’s going to be home any minute. Better clean up… unless you want my brother to see what a filthy cumdump his little sister really is.” *End of Collection

Book Thirteen: Dark Promise I sucked at packing. Didn't matter how much time I had to tackle the task, my clothes always ended up scrunched and squished and wrinkled. If I stuffed in one more useless sweater the zipper on my long-suffering suitcase would bust. And I still had a week before I had to leave for Harvard.

Kade snaps under his breath. The moderators leave, and Thirteen lies still on the floor, her breathing laboured, her blonde locks stuck to the blood on her face. "Unfortunate Thirteen, do you recognise the Unfortunate kneeling before us?" Rita asks. Thirteen surveys me with her one good eye. She shudders, then nods. "You spoke to this Unfortunate prior to fleeing from the manor, did you not?" She nods. "Did she aid or encourage your escape?" Thirteen closes her eyes, and her body settles. My heart stops. Is she...?

One grabbed her chin smearing it across her cheeks until she was coated, dripping, ruined. “Look at her,” one muttered, rubbing his shaft over her spit and cúm soaked lips. “Tits glazed, holes leaking, face covered. Filthy fucking slut” Sophie whimpered, too weak to move, her body a mess cum seeping from her pussy and ass, streaking her títs, dripping off her chin. “Every hole filled” one growled, giving her nípple a wicked twist. “This is what you were made for” The three men stood, tucking themselves back in leaving her sprawled on the bed, dripping and broken. No one asked her name. They did not care about anything as such.

Suck my cock while your husband watches. Feel my thick cum dripping down your throat as I ruin your married wet pussy in front of him. On New Year’s Eve, frustrated wife Lily-Rose’s boring marriage explodes when her husband Jimmy confesses his darkest fantasy he wants to watch a real man destroy her. Enter Jax, a dangerous, tattooed biker with a massive vein cock and zero mercy. What starts as one filthy night of being used,spanged,choked, and filled with hot cum turns into an addiction Lily-Rose can’t escape. Torn between her safe husband and the biker who owns every hole and every moan, Lily-Rose must decide how far she’ll go to feel truly alive. Dirty.pleasured, Raw. Unforgettable. Wi

I’m breathing hard, chest rising and falling, knuckles burning, face throbbing. Mateo doesn’t look much better. Split lip, one eye already starting to swell… and he’s still smiling. Idiot. “Fucking psycho,” he spits. “Stay out of things that don’t concern you.” I shrug off the hands holding me, ready to go again. “Shut up.” He wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, not taking his eyes off me. “It’s not your business,” he adds. “It never was.”

CONTENT WARNING: Extreme breast torture, rubber-band bondage, whipping, nipple clamps, forced orgasm, tit-fucking, humiliation, pain play CHAPTER THREE At the same time Lila was reading over her list of tasks, the extremely buxom blonde Brooke was sitting in front of her computer reading over her own list; most of which were as distasteful to her as her counterpart’s had been. After reading over her list, Brooke tried to call Lila but only got her answering machine. She’d been wondering what Lila’s list was like… she wanted to get an idea of how many of these tasks she’d have to do in order to beat her friend. It wasn’t an easy list for her to swallow.

The one who would be broken again and again in this fake end of the world. I woke up chained to a rusty metal bed in a dimly lit concrete bunker. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, sweat, dirt, and sex. My body was filthy, marked, and still leaking cum from the night before. Thick white streams slowly dripped from my swollen pussy and ass onto the dirty mattress beneath me. My breasts were covered in bite marks and handprints. My thighs were bruised. My throat felt raw from screaming and sucking cock for hours.

Hiking the hem of my gown up my thighs, I jolt when his fingers connect with the crotch of my panties. I’m ashamed the spot is already soaked. He rubs my pussy through my panties, pressing his thumb down on my clit before shoving his finger into my hole together with my panties. It’s crazy and dirty, but that’s exactly the kind of man Mr Walter is. What sane man fucks their help right under their wife’s nose anyway?