True Dirty Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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?

My holes gaped when they pulled out for a moment, red and swollen and leaking. My voice was raw from screaming their names and begging for more, my mind flooded with wild, untameable thoughts. ‘I’m John’s wife but I’m their slut now. I love how full I feel. I love being used like this. I was never meant to be pure—I was made for this corruption.’ John stroked himself faster, eyes wild with pride and lust, his cock leaking steadily. “That’s my wife. Look at you taking three cocks like you were born for it. Come for me again, Ava. Show me how much you love being ruined on our wedding night. Show me the dirty little whore I married.”

” “So tell me how many ladies have you fucked so far, I can see this is not your face time of having sex.” ‘Actually, Aunt, this is my second time fucking a lady, the first was my girlfriend, it's just that I watch a lot of p**n videos, which makes me know more about how to have sex.’ Well, not bad, let's go to the bathroom and take a shower, when we are done, I will get you something to eat. We both made our way to the bathroom. “I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing as my eyes swept down to his nude beautiful form. I couldn't keep my gaze from returning to his crotch. His cock was looking soft and it seemed harmless. But I recalled how it felt inside my cunt and I love it.”

“I'm your dirty little stepslut” “That's right”. His hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me back against him. “And I'm going to fill you up so full of my cum that you'll leak for days. Say yes”. “Yes. Yes”. Then he drove into me harder and faster with ragged breathing. Slap. Slap. slap. slap. I felt him swell inside me, and before I knew it, he was coming, and pumping into me with a guttural groan. “Randy!!!”. I screamed his name, also coming again as my cunt milked him.

You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying. It's madness, a disease, call it whether you want ... .It doesn’t change the fact that you have no control over your body, thoughts or actions. And the only cure? Take a wild guess. I stumbled into the restroom, picking the farthest stall before locking it and slamming my back against it. One hand found my blouse, slipped into it and found my boob….The other found its way into my mouth. I was panting, everything in me racing. And like any dirty girl would, I let my mouth welcome the two fingers.

I’m alone in their massive house, horny and determined to make Damien lose control tonight. I start looking through their media room for something to watch… and I hit the jackpot. A hidden folder on their TV called “Private.” Inside are dozens of high-quality p**n videos — rough sex, cheating husbands, babysitter fantasies, creampies, degradation. Exactly my kind. My pussy throbs instantly. I put on one of the filthiest ones — a young babysitter getting brutally fucked by the married dad while his wife sleeps upstairs. The girl on screen is moaning like a whore, getting her pussy pounded mercilessly.

If you choose to continue, enjoy the ride—but know exactly what you’re diving into: raw, filthy, unapologetic, and often shockingly intense sexual storytelling. You have been warned.

I played one where a man was fucking a blonde-haired woman doggy style. “Ahhh…yes…fuck.” The girl moaned, offering her ass the more to him as the man's pink coloured dick slammed into her wide hole. I set the phone on the pillow beside me and my own fingers brushed my slick folds as her whimpers sank into my head. I moaned at how wet I already was. Wet slaps and heavy breathing filled the room from the video, and I found myself wishing I was the one in it. The blonde was obviously enjoying the thick cock something I hadn’t felt in a long time

The old man sat beside him on the garden bench, he too, had a glass of wine in his hand. “I will not ask you what it is, I know you can handle that since you're old enough.” “Maybe, I was just pressured, with the upcoming election and the wedding, it’s stressing the hell out of me.” He lied. Of course, he’s not going to tell his father that he’s been fantasizing about a woman who works as a stripper, that’s just so embarrassing. Who in their right mind wanted to fuck a dirty woman? “It’s not about a woman?” he suddenly asked.

It took me a long time to get back into the dating world after we broke up, and my next sexual encounter is something I actively work to repress. My friends convinced me a one-night stand was all I needed to get Owen off my mind. So we went out, I got drunk, and I went home with someone. The sex was good, but once I sobered up and realized what I did, I was totally that girl who cried after sex. “Tell me then, was Todd as good as me?” Owen’s top teeth sink into his bottom lip for just half a second. It’s playful and sexy, and I honestly don’t know if he’s aware of exactly what he’s doing or not.