Down & Dirty Band Novels & Stories

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

“I want you to see what makes me feel alive.” The sincerity in his voice dissolved her hesitation. The drive was filled with music and laughter, Calvin drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, occasionally reaching over to lace his fingers with hers. When they arrived at the circuit, the air vibrated with anticipation. Engines roared in controlled bursts. Mechanics moved with precision. The scent of fuel and asphalt lingered heavily in the air. Mia had attended formal galas, corporate summits, elite boardrooms. But this? This was raw.

Kian moved down the line, fucking each hole, pulling out sloppy seconds for the next girl to lick clean. Mia ate Jenna’s creampied cunt while Jenna fingered Mia. Emily and Sarah 69’d, tongues buried deep, fingers in asses. Taylor and Brooke tribbed beside them, clits grinding messy. Cassie pulled me into the center. “Trib with me, baby.” Our pussies mashed, slick and hot, clits rubbing in filthy circles. “Feel how I own you?” she growled, pinching my nipples. Mia joined, sitting on my face reverse, her ass cheeks spreading as I rimmed her.

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

Either way, something was wrong there and it was awkward for me. I unzipped my duffel bag to pull out my phone and plug my ears with my earphones to blast some deafening music. I played an album by The Vamps, they were Blake's favorite band for strange reasons and too much hanging out with him had gotten me attached to their music. I didn't like this band until he had gotten me into them. Guess it was true that if you stayed with a person too much, you'd unconsciously adopt some of their habits and likes.

🌶🔥🥵 LimberJack: Tell me 🧏‍♂️ LonelyGirl: Rough and raw. Hard. push all my limits. Fuuuck I need to get home to my toys. 💦 LimberJack: That was amazing. Gotta get back to work. Thanks for helping me relieve some tension. I'll make sure to return the favor tonight since you don't want to rub one out in the office. LonelyGirl: you just came? I want to see it. can I lick it up since you got to taste me - it's only fair...

She threw up her devil horns on both fists, shaking her extended pinkies and index fingers at the crowd. “I’m ready to get dirty,” Reagan said. Dare chuckled into his microphone. “Oh hell yeah,” he said in a sexy growl. “I’ll get dirty with you, Reagan,” Logan said. “Let’s all get dirty,” Max yelled, and the band segued into their gritty ballad, “Stained.”

“Damian… Dominic… please… oh god, it’s too much…” “Not enough,” Dominic snarled, his voice rough as gravel. “You’re gonna come again for us. Right now. Milk our cocks, baby. Show us what a good little slut you are.” I did. I shattered again, harder than any before, my scream turning into a silent gasp as my body locked up and then exploded. Tears streamed down my face. My vision blurred. I was floating, drowning, completely theirs. Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, they started to slow. Not stopping, just easing back, giving my wrecked body a moment to breathe. I collapsed forward onto Dominic’s chest, panting, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my

He waved, and then stepped back. "Well folks, that's the show....almost. His band, my band, Summer Sounds, and a few more of the people that have played here tonight, we all got together and decided to go out in style, so the next few numbers are our way of saying thank you for your support. Here we go, boys." His band had on their mariachi outfits, complete with big sombreros, the beach band all had on shorts and big, flowery shirts, there were two from the country band in western shirts and cowboy hats, and we were all wearing our kilts. It was quite a sight.

I chew on my nails nervously. I keep going through the album, growing more uncomfortable, falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of young Bentley Brown. It’s like with every page I turn, I feel like a fourteen-year-old crushing harder and harder on that cool, mysterious boy from high school. There are a few pictures of Jake too, and their mom Nora and their dad Finn. I tuck the album back in place, bringing my soul back to earth. I try to shake the strange feeling off and continue fixing the shelf; I’m almost done anyway.