True Dirty Sex Stories Novels & Stories

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”

“A little sore but in a really good way. It feels warm and full and kind of tingly still. I like feeling you inside me even when you’re not fully hard.” My fingertip brushed over his nipple and I felt his cock twitch again. “I never knew sex could make me hungry for more. I want to keep going already.” He groaned low and tilted my chin up so our eyes met. “Greedy girl. I like this new bold side of you, Sophie. Tell me something while my cock is still sitting in your cum-filled pussy. How long have you actually been having these dirty thoughts about your stepdad? Don’t lie to me.”

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

Dirty commands and praises mixed with genuine affection. By the third evening, bodies marked with love bites, we lay in the master suite. "No more secrets," I whispered, tracing his chest. "Only us," he promised, pulling me atop him once more. Slow grind this time, savoring connection. Words of love interspersed with filth. "Ride your man. Show me forever." We peaked together, collapsing in a satisfied heap. The setup had worked—passion rekindled, stronger than college days. The future stretched bright, filled with more islands, more nights, and real life intertwined.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

I fucked Hailey’s hole with my tongue, letting curiosity get the best of me and I began fingering her asshole with my thumb until her thighs were shaking. “I’m close!” Damon groaned. “Fuck me too!” My husband’s hot cum spilled into my abuse as my best friend’s pussy pulsed out juices as her body shook with her second orgasm. It was all so dirty, filthy but fucking wonderful. I don't think I could go back to casual sex after this. ~ ~ ~ Update: We agreed to continue fucking! My parents have Bella every weekend while my husband, my best friend, and I discover ways we could make each other cum at every corner of the house.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

I loved this nasty side of her. I kept my mouth to her ear, still talking. "You'd get so wet for them, baby. Your married cunt would squirt so much with a huge cock in there. The second guy would bend me over and lube his massive cock, stretching my ass wide while you also watch. Fuck!! They would fuck us bare so we would feel all their veiny inch." "Callum...that's so...so wrong...." Her cunt still clenched hard around my fingers, slick soaking up my hand.

“Or your husband will wake up and see what a whore his wife is for his son.” Isabella’s eyes rolled back. She loved the dirty talk. Her pussy clenched around me like a vice. She came hard the first time. Her body shook violently beneath me. Her muffled screams vibrated against my palm as her pussy spasmed around my cock. I kept fucking her through it. Harder. Deeper. Chasing my own pleasure. When her orgasm faded, I pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees. I slammed back inside her from behind. This angle was even deeper. More intense. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as I pounded into her.

She had to grip the couch harder to stay upright. "Oh fuck. You guys are killing me," Vivian moaned against Brie's lips. Her voice came out shaky and broken. "Yes, let Mommy play with you while your stepbrother fucks you. Such a naughty little girl taking his cock like a slut." The dirty talk turned Vivian on. Fresh wetness flooded around Bruno's shaft. Her pussy clenched tight. Bruno groaned loud at the sudden squeeze. He slammed into her even harder. His heavy balls slapped against her with each thrust.