Very Dirty Imagine Novels & Stories

Click after filthy click. The more he stroked, the deeper his mind sank. “Fuck… imagine some rich older man seeing these,” he whispered, voice husky. His hand sped up. “Pin me down and call me his dirty little slut… force my legs open and breed my hole until I’m leaking cum for days.” His fantasies turned darker, wilder. “Degrade me. Tell me I’m just a set of holes for superior cock. Slap my face with it. Choke me while pounding me raw. Fill me up until my belly swells and I can’t even walk…”

It's depraved - I know it's depraved, I know it's fucked up and wrong and pathetic - but I can't stop. I bury my face in them every night and breathe him deep into my lungs while my fingers work my soaked hole, pretending it's his hand on me instead of my own. I imagine it's his big, rough palm between my legs. His hot mouth closing around my nipple and sucking hard. His thick cock shoving into my virgin cunt, stretching me wide, splitting me open inch by inch while he growls in my ear what a perfect little slut I am, how long he's been waiting to wreck me like this.

He pulled out and stroked his cock fast—hard—eyes locked on Sariah’s helpless, shaking body. And then He pulled out. Grabbed his cock. And came. Hot, thick ropes of white cum splashed across Dr. Vale’s ass and lower back. She leaned back, spread the mess with her fingers, moaning like a goddess fed on filth. Sariah whimpered. Keon was trembling. “Now,” she said to Sariah and Keon. “You two may speak one thing. One truth. One dirty fantasy you’ve never said out loud.” Sariah’s voice was shaking.

Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes. Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk. "What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.

an idea on what to do just came. I imagine Zendaya rubbing my bare muscular chest; yeah don’t ask me how they’re muscular please, cos I myself don’t know, my second brain be like it a hungry packs not six packs, so that’s the answer. Slowly for real it start standing, I imagine Victoria holding tightly the hard cock while Zendaya slowly kiss my lips. Stupid and gross right? Victoria slowly swallow my dick gently, snapping back to reality, I change Victoria and Zendaya faces to cake, I smile as I grab the cake myself and start fucking it, my imagination went wild after series of moans continuously leave my mouth. I moan so hard I forgot how it felt to cum, the thing build up in me as I splutt

he said and I closed my eyes letting the dirty image fill my head. “I've imagined you having me on my knees with your fat cock buried deep in my pussy as you pound into me so fast, making me scream for more…” I bit my lips as more dirty images filled my head. "I've imagine you gripping me hair, fucking me so rough that even when I beg you to stop you'd fuck me harder,” I moaned when I felt his hand begin to snake into my short, touching my clit. "Is that all?” He asked in a hoarse voice and I arched my back into him when he started rubbing slow, torturous circles on my clit.

“Are you picturing me straddling your lap, sinking down on your hard cock, riding you while you grip my hips? Or me on my knees in your office, my mouth full of you and tongue swirling around the head as you thrust deep? Or you licking my hole, spreading me open, then flipping me to suck you off while I grind against your face?” Fuck, I couldn't stop the rush of dirty thoughts, each one hotter than the last as they filled my head. My ass clenched just imagining it, my cock fully hard now, throbbing in my pants. I shifted in my seat, trying to hide it, but the friction only made it worse.

I sit up, dragging my fingers across my chest and I wipe the cold sweat off my skin, huffing because I just took a shower, yet I feel dirtier than ever. I just pleasured myself at the thought of Blaze, and if he knew, he'd be grinning until his smile fell off his face. Dirty feels like an understatement, because I feel mucky and dishonorable. How could I get off at the idea of a man who is what I despise? He's everything I don't want in the world. He's careless, untrustworthy and he doesn't care about the people that work their ass off to make this world work.

In his mind's eye, he envisioned Emily, her body a playground for his darkest fantasies, her every moan driving him closer to the edge of ecstasy. He was tensed, super tensed as in which he can loosen up himself. He imagined his dick pumping in and out in her asshole as his one hand was continuously jerking his tiny dick and as the final waves of pleasure washed over him, "Baby tonight, I promise, I'll cum on your slutty little mouth, I'm coming to you, my little bitch."- With that he went out without even washing himself, his cum still clinging to his skin. --------------------------- At the Lunch:

I thought of her large soft breasts pressed against me and I groaned. I closed my eyes and squeezed my cock, and imagined I was sinking into her heat. I spread my legs wide, and couldn’t care less about the cover that fell off my body. I tightened my fist over my hard length, my dark mind conjuring up the dirtiest fantasies. “Oh god, yes, baby....” The room was filled with my grunts as continued to stroke myself faster. The Emily of my imagination sat atop me and took my entire length inside of her. This fake Emily wanted me as much as I wanted her.