Funny Clean Stories Novels & Stories

"Better make it beneficial then, at that point." She crept into the focal point of the bed, offering herself to him as he grabbed hold of her midriff and speared her. With her face in the pads, she snorted and shouted as he filled her belly powerfully. With the sheets in the washer, they cleaned the remainder of the house; all indications of their issue were saved or discarded. The last thing to clean was themselves, which they did together in the shower; the proof of their lewdness washed down the channel as Abby's repeated cries blurred, and they kissed as mystery sweethearts for the last time this end of the week.

He leans forward and kisses my forehead, not bothered by the mess that is in my hair. Jake mutters something about him being clumsy when Caleb drops a spoon. Caleb responds by dropping another one on purpose. And somehow that small act, so stupid, so unnecessary, makes me laugh out loud. It’s the kind of laugh that escapes before you even know it’s there, the kind that makes everyone else laugh too. *** Cleaning turns into a kind of game.

* She moaned softly, thighs pressing together around her hand, the pressure coiling tight. Jax's parting words echoed *Drop your dirtiest reading experience* and she did, typing one-handed: *This story? Made me cum reading it on the toilet at work, panties in my mouth to stay quiet. Now living it. Your turn.* Submissions poured in: a woman detailing her first anal in a club bathroom, the burn and fullness making Zelda's untouched ass clench in curiosity; a guy confessing to jerking off in the car to a similar tale, cumming so hard he stained the seat; couples sharing how they'd role-played it, her riding him reverse while reading aloud, both shattering together.

he asked " oh nothing,youre really cute when youre happy,you like thanos when your face is too serious" he glared at me ans shook his head. "goldie i need you to open your legs i want to clean you up" he said this time his face was serious " oh" i blinked my lashes at him slowly more in shock at the gentle man gesture,heat rose in my check as i sat up and slowly spread my legs. he wet the towel and squeezed it ,before cleaning me up.

Wesley followed close behind, cracking jokes to keep spirits up, his energy lighter but his eyes serious. After the last of them had been wheeled out, I stood in the middle of the car, surrounded by silence. The cabin looked like a war zone. Open water bottles rolled across the floor. Used barf bags sat bloated in the corner. Blankets and jackets were strewn across the seats. The air still hung heavy with the sour stench of vomit and disinfectant. I grabbed a clean towel and began wiping down a row of seats. I wasn’t on staff. It wasn’t my job. But I needed to do something.

The poor cleaner, after it, had to scrape off something which they presumed to have been pre-cum. He's extremely descriptive, and although the image in my head will surely haunt me, I can't help but find this hilarious and very entertaining. "He was probably so damn turned on by his freaky action. He couldn't hold it. Well, the lid of that machine obviously couldn't either." With the lively facial expression of Logan, it's even funnier, and I hunch over from laughter. When my phone buzzes and I see Dean's name flash up, I'm a little surprised.

Hand on clit again. He grunts. Thrusts deeper. We build. “Come in my ass.” He roars. Fills me. I cum too. Shaking. Collapses on me. “Amazing.” We clean up. Order room service, Eat naked, talk light about our jobs and hobbies. He’s funny and smart. Afternoon slips away. More sex on the couch, against the window.

The Offer Jae's POV The sun hurt my eyes. I opened them slowly and regretted it. Light cut through the window. My head pounded with every heartbeat. My mouth tasted like garbage. I lay still, staring at the crack in the ceiling. Nothing ever changed in this room. But I had. Yesterday I let my stepbrother jerk me off in a janitor's closet. Yesterday I came in his hand and bit his shoulder so I wouldn't scream And then he said it didn't mean anything.

Every so often he would scoop warm water over my shoulders and back, rinsing the shampoo away. Dante sat on the bathroom floor with his back against the wall, one knee bent, watching us with a small smile. He kept me company the whole time, telling me stupid, funny stories about things that had happened at work. He told me about a client who had shown up to a meeting with his fly open the entire time, and another story about someone who had accidentally sent a very personal email to the entire company. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt and tears filled my eyes. Dante grinned every time I laughed, clearly pleased with himself.

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”