Very Dirty Imagine Novels & Stories

They seem comfortable with being stuck here in this basement while I am on the verge of losing my mind. My innocence mind is racing with a million thoughts, I'm so curious... My mind is spinning with the dirtiest thoughts and my pussy pulsing to the sinful ideas of my stepbrothers taking till I am nothing but a sobbing mess under them. The dirty imagery makes my pussy clench as my sweet pussy juice stains my panties, "hmmm" I moan quietly, bringing my hand down to cup my pussy through my short dress- 'I hope they don't see me' my brain says, 'can't they see me?' my body screams.

abruptly, and his face turned black. It seemed that they were in a crisis of trust. "You idiot, if you want to monopolize me, you can say it directly. You don't need to be jealous." He used a teasing tone to cover up his ridicule and dissatisfaction with her. As soon as he finished his words, Sonia got up in a hurry, put her hands on her hips, glared at him and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you at all. I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you touch another woman and then come to touch me. Don't touch me again. You are dirty!" "So I should keep my integrity for you?" He turned around, with his head resting on one hand, and looked at her playfully. "It is a clean living. If you go out and

“Probably, but something tells me you don’t want that, do you?” Hell no. I wanted to spread her thighs and stretch her unused pussy. Get Daddy’s little girl nice and wet before I broke through her virgin pussy. Hell, last night I dreamed of her. I woke up hard as hell and jerked off to her pretty face. I dreamt that she sucked me under the desk of my office desk at the gym. “This can’t happen, sweetheart. I’m sorry, but it’s for the best. Besides, your father would kill me if I fucked you.”

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself like the needy little slut you are.” Dirty talk always hits differently when it’s my own voice saying it. No shame, no filter — just truth. I added a third finger, stretching myself wider, loving the slight burn. My other hand went to my clit — swollen, slippery, throbbing like it had its own heartbeat. I circled it fast, rough, with no mercy. My breath came in short, sharp pants. “Imagine it’s a thick cock,” I whispered to the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut. “Big, veiny, stretching you open. He’s pinning your wrists above your head, growling in your ear — ‘Take it, you greedy whore. Take every fucking inch.’”

Begging to be fucking claimed. He pumps in his hips in slow thrusts, pushing in and out. My hands reach to wrap around his waist and creep down to his firm ass. I arch upward, legs shamelessly spread open. I rock his cock, giving him the go ahead to wreck me like a little slut, like a good girl. I ache to feel the hot bulge in my belly… “Yes…” I cry, seeing an image of the man who owns my body. The dirty imagination drives me wild, takes me to where I ought to be.

“Think of me while you touch yourself, baby. Imagine I'm the one stroking your cock, not you.” It wasn't difficult for me to do that. I'd imagined him doing dirty things like this to me, countlessly, when we were still brothers and nothing more. I could do it one more time, and I knew it would be delicious now. With my eyes closed and my back pushed against the headboard, I let my imagination take the best of me, so I could give him the show that he wanted. I felt his imaginary lips against mine. I could almost feel his warm body pressed against mine as my right hand slipped down between my legs and stroked lightly at me.

I wanted him right on the edge. Dante’s breathing grew harsher, ragged gasps breaking into low, filthy groans. “That’s it… just like that. Keep choking on Daddy’s cock. You love this, don’t you? Love being my dirty little road slut, sucking me off while the whole world rushes by outside the windows.”

I stood up on legs that barely felt like mine, knees soft, blood humming. Every inch of my body pulsed with memory, with desire, with that reckless craving that had never really gone quiet since the retreat. Slowly, deliberately, I peeled off my scrubs. Not all at once. I let them slide down my hips with a kind of teasing ease, like my skin was aching to be bared. Underneath, I wore the set I had no business wearing to work. Blood red. Lacy. Practically a sin.

Dirty thoughts flooded my mind immediately. I pictured Elena on the exam table again, but this time without the gown. Naked, legs locked in the stirrups, her full breasts heaving as I leaned down and sucked one hard nipple into my mouth. I imagined sliding my cock through her slick folds, teasing her swollen clit before pushing inside her in one deep thrust. She would moan louder then, begging me to fuck her properly while her husband was away on another business trip. I would grip her hips and pound into her, the table creaking beneath us, her pussy gripping me like a vice.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.