Dirty Stories Funny Novels & Stories

“Joke’s on you. We’re going to win. And when we do, these boys are taking off their clothes and skinny-dipping with us while you clean our dirty clothes with your tongue.” My brows lifted. “You’ve been watching too much reality TV.” “I have this crazy feeling one thing’s going to lead to another and I’m gonna get that hockey boy money.” “Sure, Molly,” I said, flashing a cold smile. “Keep those dreams alive. Meanwhile, I’ll be living in the real world where your team of girly girls has no shot at beating a professional hockey team.” Something flickered behind her smug mask. A tremor. A flash of what if I’ve messed up.

I should have shooted a video of Mr Kingston on that situation with a hash tag. #I just ripped ceo slash mafia king's pants. Oh! that sounds too vulgar. I cluchted my tummy and laughed so hard. He might be covering his ass with his palms to get inside his room. The sight was so funny. It's fun to annoy the CEO slash mafia.

“Friend? I’ve wanted to fuck you for two years. Every time you wore those tight skirts I imagined ripping them off. Now I have proof that you’re a cheating slut who lets her boss fill her up. So what’s it going to be, Andrea?” She glared at him, breathing hard. “Fuck you, Drew. I’m not your toy.” He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “But you’re already dripping his cum down your thighs, aren’t you? I can smell it on you. You came to work with your Boss Daddy’s load still inside this greedy cunt. You loved being his secret whore.” Andrea’s face burned with shame and heat. Her clit throbbed traitorously. “You’re disgusting.”

“It’s a locker room, not a fucking nudist colony.” A couple of the guys chuckled, but Jordan,big, loudmouth dumbass who always thought he was funnier than he was turned around with a towel slung over his shoulder and nothing else. His cock hung there, heavy and shameless. “Why, Captain? You’ve never seen a penis before or something?” The whole room exploded in laughter. Deep belly laughs, guys leaning on lockers, one dude nearly dropping his stick. The sound bounced off the tiled walls and drilled straight into my skull. My blood was already hot from earlier, and this bullshit lit the fuse.

I moan as his cock slides into my ass. Ezra slowly fucks my ass, taking his time. "Fuck me," I encourage him. Ezra slams into my ass, taking me hard. I squeal and moan as he ignites my favorite spot. As Ezra grunts, turned on way more than I expected, I begin to cum hard. Ezra pulls out of my ass and goes down on me. His tongue is licking my cunt. "You are so sweet," Ezra says as I cum on his face. Ezra dines on me until I almost cum a third time.

“You're both crazy over each other. If he shows it to other people who are billionaires, then that’s gross. Jeffrey Epstein is kind of gross. So just make up already. Make-up sex is great by the way, especially when you’re still angry.” We stared at her in disbelief. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done it before?” She stared back at us. “The rougher it is—” “Will you shut up?” Robyn was more embarrassed than angry at her best friend. She was blushing. “Hey.” Piper pointed at me. “I’m not mad at you. We all have kinks.” “God, Piper. You’re crazy when you’re drunk. Get back in bed. Just let me get you water.”

“You think it’s funny? Your private life plastered out there for everyone to see? How are you so calm to begin with?” I shrugged. “No. It’s not funny. It’s awful. But sometimes, when something is so terrible, you laugh because it’s the only way to cope.” I met his steely stare. “I’m fine. It’s just… I never imagined my sex tape would become a topic for discussion barely a few days after my dad’s burial. It’s almost funny in a weird way.”

Vivian’s POV I’m in a hotel suite with my husband sitting in a corner chair, with four strangers he arranged to ruin me. I’m wearing the mini black dress he picked out, with no underwear,. Three weeks ago, Drake told me his fantasy. He wanted to watch other men fuck me. I laughed because I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. It was a ridiculous thing to do, but eventually, the thought of strange men fucking me started to turn me on. So I agreed.

The man stepped forward taking off his glasses, his eyes wide. "Hold on... Lucian! Is the famous Alexander Sterling banging a lady in an abandoned warehouse?" "Seems like it, boss," one of his goons answered. They all burst into laughter. This was fucking embarrassing. My cheeks were burning as I quickly adjusted my clothes, trying to cover my skin. I quickly straightened my dress and slid off the counter. Alex didn't say a word. He stood there with his fists clenched, his jaw tight. He knew exactly who they were.

I stared at the message for a long time before replying. Me: Sore. Jake: Good. You took us like a champ. We’re still talking about how tight you were. Another message came in from Tyler. Tyler: Send us a picture of your used holes. We want to see what we did to you. I hesitated… then I did it. I spread my legs, took a photo of my swollen, cum-leaking pussy and ass, and sent it to the group chat they had clearly made without me. The replies came fast.