Funny Clean Stories Novels & Stories

“Who the hell cares? Don’t you see how much money it pays?” “Yeah I do. But don’t you think it sounds kinda weird? Cleaning maid wanted where? In the freaking attic? For a porn filming production? Or maybe even better; for a freaking weirdo who likes to watch women cleaning his house naked?” Her friend let out a hearthy laugh at the sound of that, the thought of his shy and all-too-innocent for this world friend prancing around butt-naked and with one of those rainbow-colored dust sticks making him double over with laughter. “Yeah well, say what you want but you’d be definitely killing it with that,” He commented, waving a finger to the length of her body.

Eeeeeewwww. Other than that, they all laughed most of the time while listening to the sexual and odd stories. Yes they made her cringe and want to puke, but they made her laugh too. “So, Saïda? Any story you can tell?” Alex mused. “None. Absolutely nothing. Eew,” she laughed and the others joined her. “She can’t say cuz her brother’s here,” Jenna laughed. “Even I would shut up if my older brother were here.” “True!” the others agreed in laughter.

“Some stories, yeah. But they’re, um… dirty.” She leaned in a little closer. “I like a good dirty story. Ping them over to me will you when you get a chance?” Like hell I would. My next words were barely a whisper. “If I’m not fired and shamed all the way to Hell before the day is done.” She laughed out loud. “Even Mr Douglas isn’t going to fire you for writing some dirty fantasies. He can hardly be offended by a bit of filth. He’ll probably take a copy for later.”

“The body cleansing thing? With your stepdad and your brothers?” Heat flooded my face, and I nodded. “Ethan, Ryan, and my stepdad. All three of them are going to fuck me. It’s a tradition. They call it a body cleansing ceremony and they say it marks me as a woman in the family.” My voice cracked a little. “No limits or holding back.” Saying it out sent a fresh rush of slick heat between my legs. I squeezed my thighs harder trying to ease the ache but it only made it worse.

I didn’t reach for him. “The drain, huh?” I said, my voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “Is it a gurgly monster? The kind that just wants to eat your soap bubbles?” Luca’s crying hiccupped. He nodded, big eyes wide. “My nonna in Sicily told me a secret about drain monsters,” I said, leaning in a little. “They’re not scary. They’re just… very, very hungry for dirty water and bubbles. They’re the clean-up crew. If you let them eat the yucky bath water, they get full and fall asleep. Then they can’t bother anyone.”

“Come all over my cock.” My third orgasm ripped through me, violent and endless. My back arched, a scream tearing from my throat as I convulsed. Devon groaned, pumping his release into me, filling my cunt even more. He collapsed on top of me, panting. We lay there, a tangle of sweat and cum and trembling limbs. After a moment, Devon sat up and grinned. “Best game of hide and seek ever.” I let out a shaky giggle. When it was over, they surrounded me, pulling me into a pile of limbs and sweat and tangled hair. Hans kissed my temple, Mitch rubbed my back, Devon held my hand. The basement was quiet except for our breathing.

“Clean that up. It would be a shame to have that mess there when I have visitors over.” “If I do that, will you make me cum?” I asked in a soft voice and he laughed humorlessly. “That’s not how this works, baby. You didn’t need me before so you clearly don’t need me now. You’re going to clean that mess with my fingers inside of you and when you’re done, I can decide if you were good enough to cum.” “That’s not fair,” I pouted and he pulled his fingers out almost completely before plunging them back in.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

“Oh you like that? Well I also proposed to her the day I met her and she said no!” I groaned and covered my face, thinking about how embarrassing that was. “Oh, and then I gave her my virginity only to find out days later that she was sleeping with my best friend. So I went to go kill her ex and instead she almost died. Now she barely even likes me.” How do the Griffons find these sad stories so funny? I mean sure there’s some humor to it, but I consider it ‘you had to be there’ humor. “Thank you, I’ll be here a few more hours hopefully!” Hunter grinned and waved.

While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me . The laughter intensified when the teacher read the part about me sipping hot cocoa and talking to my golden retriever . Some called me stupid while others said I needed to see a doctor to check if everything was alright in my head . At this point the teacher could not control the class . She gave up and they continued throwing words at me . I was at the brick of tears that was until a guy from behind my chair moved forward and held my hand , he consoled me . He was the first person to do that after Louisiana had left . For the first time I felt someone other than my parents and Louisiana cared . He we