Dad Jokes Dirty Novels & Stories

And I leaned forward and bit both of his hard nipple before licking the sweat from his chest while I kept bouncing. “I'm so close,” he groaned. “Me too,” I hissed. He slapped my ass softly. “Fill me up,” I told him. His eyes fixed in my face. “Breed this power bottom’s ass like you mean it. Shoot your cum deep in me because I want it leaking out of me—down my thighs and legs.” His eyes widened. I realized that he liked this dirty talk. It aroused him. But before I could continue, he flipped me back over and railed me even harder with an animalistic groan.

She giggled and shook her head before placing a kiss to my lips. “Good because my cock quite likes you too. He’s very cocky about that very excellent blowjob you gave him. He dreamed about your mouth for years,” I said, waggling my eyebrows. Camden snorted from the doorway as he looked at me. “Please tell me that you’re not one of those pun guys.” “I like his crappy puns.” Jadelynn stuck her tongue out at him. I smirked at him and nodded to her. I knew they were crappy, but she did like them. That was why I kept making them. They were not for my own benefit at all.

He gently bit my skin and pressed hard inside my vagina when he found the G-spot, “How will he react when he sees his best friend doing this with her uncle?" He emphasized the word "uncle" as a way of teasing me. Pulling my hand down to touch the swollen in his crotch, he groaned in a low voice, "Little doll, this place needs you now." I was startled and tried to pull my hand back, my voice was about to fade as tears welled up in my eyes, "Please..." “Please thrust inside you?” His low laugh added to the excitement. I gasped and shook my head. But my pussy's constant flow of wetness betrayed my refusal. I really didn't expect that I would go crazy because of this lustful and dirty joke and I

the man keeps interrupting "hey you shut the fuckup Fitsher, you're a gad`damn drunk, how many bottles would your sh*t belly take before you stop, with your chicken hands. What do you mean by "dem right!" (Big j mimicking his voice) I'm sure your mama is at the church singing halleluyah praise the Lord my son is a good man, not knowing he is an empty vessel! with chicken brains." "hahahaha." other men laughing at Fitsher "what are you laughing about?, (they all fell silent) you are all a disgrace!" Big j said.

Okay, this shit got to stop, maybe I should try a joke or something? “Hello triple Ds” I say chuckling awkwardly and they just stand there not knowing what to say. “you know, because the names of the three of you starts with a D” I explain my bad joke. “Yah we got it” Dylan says with a fake chuckle, okay, maybe that joke can still be saved. “I’m a double D myself” I say laughing liking my own joke and all their eyes instantly go to my breasts. I choke in my laughter when Derek lets out an angry growl and I sink further inside my hoodie while Dylan starts counting the specks of dust on the floor and Dean find the light fixtures very interesting all of a sudden.

I moaned at the feeling of Justin cock filling my insides and stretching me impossibly. "That's it baby, you love my big cock in your tight little cunt don't you? You're so hot and tight, fuck I'm gonna cum already," he hissed as his hips slammed into me, making my breasts jiggle with the force. I never knew that Justin loved talking dirty, that's until we had sex together. Honestly, to me, it's such a huge turn off. It makes my insides clench with need.

“But, I mean, if you’re that desperate, bro, I don’t mind jerking you off. Charity work. For old times’ sake.” I stared at him. Deadpan. For a full three seconds. Then I said, voice flat as asphalt, “Even as a joke, that wasn’t funny.” He threw his head back and howled while Ellis choked on his beer, coughing and laughing at the same time, tears actually forming at the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t fun being the fucked-up sideshow. I took one last drag then crushed the joint out in the ashtray so hard the glass cracked.

“This is torture.“ I cry. “Fuck, don’t stoppp. Ohhh, daddy, please. Please.” He bites and tease, then drops it too. “Fuck.” My body sags against the door. My breath rushes, my tits rising up and down. My feet stumbles backward, my hands pressing into the wall beside me to hold my weight. Slicky wetness grease my feet and I look down to see I’ve made a filthy mess on the floor. He snorts. “Dirty girl.” He scorched down between my legs, hands on the wall, not touching. I might really die now.

"The fact that Mr. Dugan even asked and you still said no is wild." Jay sent a hand-over-mouth laughing emoji with the message, "Some people are just so narrow-minded. I can't believe they've lived this long."

He sat in a chair rubbing his crotch and laughing at me all the time I was cleaning. “Hey, if you every need a job you let Juan know. I have friends who would like to have their bathrooms cleaned by a naked white woman.” The dirty old pervert got a big laugh from that. “OK, enough. Let’s go.” “Where?” “To my trailer house, stupid.” “Wait, I have to get dressed and get my luggage.” “Get your luggage naked.” He giggled at the thought. “You want me to get my luggage naked?” “Of course, stupid. Hurry up. I’m horny!”