True Dirty Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Kane stood directly in front of her now, so close she could smell his clean, masculine scent. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You wrote an entire pornographic fantasy about your professor. And then submitted it as coursework.” “I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, mortified. “It was a private document. I must have copied the wrong file.” Kane tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?”

My head is turned sideways already, so I don’t have to turn my head to see. His monster cock is wet from root to tip and milky with both my orgasm and his pre-cum. It’s disturbingly erotic, him baring the evidence of his infidelity to his wife like this. And even though I think he’s crazy for doing something like this, I’m equally sick for finding it so damn hot. He must have infected me.

I craved the overwhelming sensation of being used, passed around, covered in cum, and left shaking and leaking from every hole. My mind kept spinning filthy fantasies of multiple men surrounding me, taking turns, filling me up until I couldn’t think straight. I was a slut. A shameless, dirty, filthy mess already. One cock would never be enough to ease the deep, throbbing ache in my pussy tonight. I needed to be gang-fucked, stretched, and bred until I couldn’t walk. My dirty daydream shattered when my roommate Lissa called my name from the other side of the room. “Gina!”

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.

“Quietly. Take every inch like the slut you are for me.” The chair creaked softly as I bounced, his cock hitting that perfect spot each time. We kept our voices to harsh whispers. “Harder,” I begged. “Claim me right here where you work.” He thrust up sharply, making me whimper. “You love this, don’t you? Sneaking around while your mother’s home. My dirty secret.” “Yes… I’m your dirty secret.” The words pushed me closer. My clit rubbed against him with every grind until I came hard, clenching around him, biting his lip to stay silent.

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.