Bad Pickup Lines Dirty Novels & Stories

“Ummm let’s see, I had 2 packs of m&m’s this morning at like 4 am with a shot of expresso, then after the meeting Stephano called, I ate a few skittles and drank a bottle of coke.” I could feel myself become more and more horrified with each word that came out of her mouth. “How are you still alive?” I ask with real wonder and surprise in my voice. “I’m Ava fucking Ferrari, a little sugar is not going to kill me, I once ate a whole pepperoni pizza while drinking 3 bottles of champagne on my own when my boyfriend broke up with me.” “AVA THAT’S NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF!!” At this Ava started laughing like a fucking crazy person while jumping on my bed for some reason.

“Oh, God that feels good, it hits me right in my pussy.” “Your beautiful, pretty pussy, baby. I’m going to put my head between your legs and lick all your juices and suck on your clit until you beg me to make you come all over my face.” He’s a dirty talker but I’m used to it now and I freakin’ love it. “Promises, promises big boy.” “You better believe it, baby.”

I fist his hair, rock my hips, press closer, and tug on him. "Oh damn," he moans, burying his face further between my legs, his tongue doing evil, wicked, and wonderful things to my pussy. “Yes, oh God, yes, Mr. Walker. Eat my pussy.” I remember now that Amber and Jenny said he liked dirty talk, too. Liked telling them how bad they were. And fuck if that isn’t one of the big things that has been a feature in all of my fantasies. “I’m such a bad girl, Mr. Walker. Lick your dirty slut.”

“Get your dirty hands off me. Don’t touch me!” “Dirty?” Adams sneered at her and threw what was left of wine in her face. He stormed back to her and slapped her face twice. “Bitch, how dare you call me dirty? How clean do you think you are? You seduce me and beg me to fuck you. All the women I have slept with have bigger breasts than you. They are prettier than you. And I am more comfortable when I fuck them. Who the hell do you think you are? If you had not been of some use, I would never hook up with you. You think I’m dirty, don’t you? That's because you have never seen anything dirtier!”

The wet squelching sounds were so damn filthy. “So full,” Sophia moaned. “I can feel your cum sloshing inside me with every thrust. It’s so dirty and hot.” Victor reached around and played with her clit while fucking her slower but deeper this time. “You’re going to take another load. Then I’m eating it out of you.” He built her up again, talking dirty the whole time. “Imagine if Mark woke up and came out here and see his brother balls-deep in his wife, filling her with cum. You’d probably cum even harder, wouldn’t you, you filthy slut?”

"Yes, Daddddyyyyy! Give it to me! Ahhhh! Yes! Yes! Ahhhh! Harder! Fuck me harder! Ahhhhhh! Mmmmm! You're f*cking me so good! More, more, mooorrrreee!” "My naughty, dirty girl! Uhhm! Uhhh! Greena! You feel so good around me! You're only mine, baby! Your slutty p*ssy is sucking me in! Ahhh! Uhhh! Yeah, baby, squeeze my cock! Yeah! Uhhh! Uhhhh!”

“What are you saying? Were you thinking about something dirty, perhaps?” “Hell no, I wasn't-” “Thinking of being in my arms, so I could grab you tight and kiss you?” “No, Mr. Thale, that's not it.” “You wanted me to place you on the couch and pull off your shirt and pants?” “Not at all, you're thinking beyond my imagination.” “You want me to lick and suck you until you come?” “Fuck! Mr. Thale, that's dirty.” “Yes, it's dirty, and that's precisely what I want.”

Her eyes widened, studying me as if I were some peculiar creature from another planet. "Dirty?" she repeated, her tone laced with disbelief. She peered at me with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. I felt the weight of her gaze. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I mustered the courage to explain further. "Yes, sweetie, it's really dirty in there. I haven't had the chance to clean it properly. It's not suitable for you," I lied, my voice tinged with a hint of desperation. I hoped she would accept my feeble excuse, trusting me as she always had.

“Beautiful…” He traces the line of my curves. “Courageous…” k!ss, “sweet,” nibble, “fvcking delectable,” l!ck, “… and very, very naughty.”

Alex: I winced. So he knows? "Is there a problem?" I couldn't hide the smile, tugging at my lips. "Are your out of your mind? You're making this worse than it already is! I won't let you mess with my woman, do you understand?" "Dude, chill. I'm not trying to mess with anyone. But if I were, I'd probably start by using a better pickup line than 'you're messing with my woman'." I replied and I heard the sound of a glass shattering.