Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines Dirty Novels & Stories

Sarah moaned, fingers diving into Emily’s shorts. “Eat me first, freckles.” Emily obeyed, spreading Sarah’s legs and burying her face in her pussy, tongue lapping loud. “Mmm, taste so sweet,” Emily groaned, ass up as Taylor knelt behind her, rimming her hole. “Double team the slut,” Taylor laughed, fingering Emily’s cunt while eating her ass. Brooke strapped on a massive dildo, black, veiny, glistening with lube, and approached Jenna. “Bend over, pinkie.”

After she left, I started cleaning up. And then I heard footsteps right behind me minutes later. Whirling around, I expected to see Martha. Perhaps she had returned because she had forgotten something here. After all, I thought Damien had gone to his room already after having dinner. But I was wrong. Because it was Damien standing in the doorway and watching me intensely. A lump immediately rose in my throat. "Sir?" I breathed. The black shirt he wore had the three top buttons open, showing a sexy hint of the tattoos sprawled all over his chest.

He stared at me lustfully and winked at me as a smirk laced up his full lips. "I haven't laid with a woman in a while. Do you like threesome?" He turned to the second one and asked. "Of course, I love it. She looks pretty and I'm sure she would taste sweet on the bed," The second one said those disgusting words that made me want to puke. "Who has time to take her to bed? I think here is fine," The tall one uttered as he looked around the dirty warehouse, then turned his gaze to me and smiled.

Something dirty. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push the thoughts away. Trying to make my body calm down, make the aching need between my legs go away through sheer force of will. It didn't work. Images from the dream kept flashing behind my eyelids. Victor's hand on my throat. Dante's fingers inside me. The way they'd looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. Like they wanted to consume me whole. My body throbbed with want.

Ethan said. “Haven’t seen her,” the guy replied. Ethan glanced past him. The interior looked like something out of a luxury magazine spread. Then he noticed the blonde. She was lounging in a doorway down the hall, wearing a bikini like she had just wandered out of a pool party. The air smelled like sex. The shirtless guy noticed Ethan noticing. “You’re the owner of Dirty Angels,” he said casually. “Nice place.” Ethan stiffened. “You know who I am.”

I ducked my chin and took their order. Sebastian didn't look at me; he just said "beer" to the table, and continued talking to the friend beside him. Fine. Perfect. We weren't brothers and we didn't need to pretend to be. Then Manager Cole passed by and grabbed my arm hard enough to leave marks. "Table six is dirty. Move faster, you trash." I moved. But I could feel eyes on my back. I was wiping table six when Sebastian appeared beside me. He was alone… the friends still at the counter, laughing at something on someone's phone.

He did this… for me. “Oh, come on, Nora! You didn’t need to make me fetch you now, did you?” Zane’s agitating voice echoed out, except he had no sneer or smirk now, just a trace. I said nothing, rose to my feet, wanting to get away from him and put as much distance as I could between us. I felt so dirty. Almost like he’d seen through me. It scared me immensely to think that he knew. The dirty things I’d done in the darkness of my room, begging him to fuck me through outhouse fantasies. Dirty thoughts. Touching myself while I hugged my pillow.

he explained, sliding a heavy metal plate aside to reveal a narrow, concrete crawlspace, "It bypasses the pressure sensors because the pipes need to shift under the ground. It comes out three blocks away in the basement of the dry cleaner the family owns. That’s where we send the literal dirty laundry, not the bodies and the blood, just the shirts." I looked down into the black pit. It felt like staring into a coffin, "You're joking." "Do I look like I'm joking?" Silvio checked his watch. "You have exactly four minutes before the guard patrol rounds the corner of the west wing. If they see me standing by a dumpster, they’ll ask questions. If they see you, we’re both dead." I dropped to my kn

My thumb found my clit as I heard Roman’s imaginary voice whispering into my ears. “Show me how badly you need it." My breath came in gasps, the wet sounds of my fingers moving in and out filling the room. "Please... please..." I pleaded as I imagined Roman behind me, his body caging mine against the wall and that thick cock sliding inch by inch. I pumped my fingers hard and fast, my thumb pressing firm circles on my clit. My moans turned to whimpers, then sharp cries. "Roman Oh God, Roman!" I cried.

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.