I M Dirty Dan Novels & Stories

"You like taking me here? Where could anyone hear?" I couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but nod frantically against his palm, my eyes squeezed shut as I rode out the overwhelming sensation. The humiliation of the position, bent over in a dirty bathroom stall, pants around my ankles, being taken so roughly, should have horrified me. Instead, it was pushing me closer to the edge, the illicit nature of the act acting like a drug. "Good," he grunted, satisfied by my submission. "Then take it."

She's so fucked, but Daniel would even be more fucked when I'm done. Daniel was at the exact location I planned, a warehouse I had already set cameras all over the place. You see, Daniel wasn't just your average, clean business man. He had dabbled in dirt, the very dirt he always claimed to despise in all the interviews I've seen of him. I meant drugs. I knew everything about that man, down to his medical reports. He had me obsessed and he gave me purpose.

“You two really couldn’t wait for me, huh? Started the party early.” Julian chuckled darkly, finally easing his thick length out of me with a long, obscene pop. Thick white strands of his cum immediately dripped from my swollen, puffy pussy onto the sheets below. “She’s all warmed up and sloppy for you now, son. Come take your turn. Our dirty little secret just got a whole lot more fun.” Oliver stripped fast, his shirt and shorts hitting the floor in a heap. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and already leaking at the tip, curving upward with eagerness.

❄️ Final Breakdown Daniel’s eyes turned cold instantly. He pushed Sonia away harshly. Sonia fell and got burned by hot coffee. A painful gasp escaped her lips. “Get out.” No emotion. No mercy. After she left, Daniel locked the door. Then he walked into the washroom. Turned on the shower. And stood under the water, scrubbing his skin hard… as if trying to erase something invisible. His voice echoed softly— “Only you… baby.” “My body should carry only your presence.” ❤️

"You're the one who will lose the bet, not me. In fact, I have nothing to do with this!" Although he sounded like a spoiled child, she knew the underlying threat in his words. She sighed disappointedly. "Dan, did you have any misunderstanding with Mandy when you dated? Did you have a bad time at dinner?" His attitude towards Mandy was weird. In fact, Mandy was beautiful. Would it hurt him if he played nice with her? "Is she really homeless?" Daniel rolled his eyes.

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.

I squirt again with piss and cream mixing in a hot, endless flood that puddles beneath us. He pulls out slow with cock popping free while my hole gapes and cum gushes out in waves. “Look at that wrecked cunt. Leaking my load.” I collapse with body limp while pussy throbs, but he’s not done. He flips me onto my back with cock still half-hard to smear cum on my tits. “We’re fucked, Dani.” I smirk with chest heaving while fingers dip into my pussy to scoop his cum and lick it clean. “We were the second you walked in. And I want more.”

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

Bleeding them dry? Mason had barely spoken more than two sentences to me in the last week, and yet I was supposed to somehow drag a confession out of him? “What the hell do you want from me?” I whispered. “Everything,” Daniel said coolly. “Every dirty secret. All the skeletons in their gilded closets.” I snorted, half-laughing. “Aren’t you the dirtiest secret they have?” Silence crackled on the line.

My girl cum splattered between my sneakers, face slack , tits smacking against each other as he kept pistoning my butthole. Coach Dan doesn't last long, hands choking the life out of me. He buried himself balls deep, roaring like a animal, cum splattering my insides. He pulls out slowly, letting me feel every fat inch. My asshole gapes open, red and ruined, air flooding the gaping hole. Through the mirror I watched him step back, pulling his still hard cock back in his slacks. "Clean up all this mess before you leave. You wouldn't want to traumatize the janitor now would you?"