I'm Dirty Dan Spongebob Novels & Stories

"Turn around. Brace your hands on the wall." Toby turned, placing his hands on the wet tiles. He stuck his ass out, arching his back. I aimed my stream of piss at his hole. The hot liquid hit his skin, running down his legs. Toby moaned, his head dropping forward. "Daddy... that's so dirty." "It's marking you," I said, shaking the last drops off. "Washing away the outside so I can get back inside." I grabbed the cheap bar of soap on the ledge. It was harsh and smelled like industrial lime. I worked it into a lather in my hands.

His legs were crossed with his with his face resting on his hand. Sabrina gaped at him. She didn't know wearing a sweatpant and shirt will look so sexy. She gulped before clearing her throat. "Yes i-i-i do watch cartoons. Not all, just spongebob and some." She immediately looked away. She didn't know for how long she will manage to be around him. Jessica came out of the room to the living room. She looked everywhere in amazement. "Daniel your house is so beautiful." They all looked at where the voice came from.

In fact, I’d seen lots of cocks from the moment I started stripping. My clause didn’t include sex, but it didn’t mean those freaks didn’t all rub their dicks while watching me dance. The weird part? I didn’t hate it once. The only person I’d seen with a dick as huge as this was Silas… and damn. They did look so similar. I caught myself before going down that line. Zane couldn’t possibly be right. I couldn’t be a fucking depraved fucker like he was. “You can have your phone back,” Zane muttered, picking it up and shoving it into my grasp while I just stood, squirt and cum sticking to my body.

I'm burning with rage, but all I got was a laugh from him. How is that amusing? Have I turned into a clown without knowing? "Calm down, baby sister. You look like a burning tomato, you could explode. It's just music, it doesn't kill." Was I just called a tomato? My ears must be deceiving me. "What did you just call me?"

I want to run back but Gabby points back at the tub like a mother who would spank me if I don't. I finally sluggishly get into the tub and It feels disgusting. I can't feel sand persay but the fact that the liquid is just not clear, is something to definately worry about. Gabby comes over and hands me a black brick like object. "Here, it's a local soap. The fartellos make it."

She stood up slowly and unbothered, as I had interrupted her. The guy on the couch, I recognized now, was Sebastian's best friend. He was the one laughing at the counter last night on the phone. "Oh for fuck's sake, what are you doing here?" I tried to ignore whatever sin they were committing, but the public humiliation got me. "You asked for my picture for this?" I said, my voice cracking while I pointed at the phone. Sophie crossed her arms. She was wearing a blue top. "You think so, baby?" she said in that soft voice, and the sight of it made something crack in my chest.

“SpongeBob?” “And you,” Sophia added, tapping her iPad and turning it toward me. “Look at this. ‘The Dangerous Lawyer, the Billionaire Dad, and the Internet’s Favorite Toddler of the Week.’” In the photo, I was laughing, hair flying, sunlight catching on the side of my face. Zane sat next to me, arm draped casually over the back of my chair, looking like a man who knew exactly how handsome, rich, and dangerously addictive he was, more potent than espresso shots mixed with unresolved daddy issues.

CHAPTER 2: BENT OVER THE BOSS’ DESK ELODIE’S POV “I’m your c-cum dumpster, sir,” I sob, the words humiliating and true. “Louder.” “I’M YOUR CUM DUMPSTER!” I scream. The filthiness of the words, the degradation, sends a fresh, hot flood of arousal soaking my bare thighs.

“They’re sheep. They literally roll around in their own—” I throw the sponge at him. It hits him square in the chest with a wet slap and leaves a dark stain on his t-shirt. “Ow.” He doesn’t sound hurt. “Hostile.” “You’re standing in my clean section.” “Your what?” “My clean section!” I gesture wildly at the floor. “I just scrubbed that entire area and you walked right through it with your muddy boots like some kind of barbarian!” He looks down at the faint boot prints he’s left across the section I scrubbed.

I rush down the grand dormitory building stairs like a hurricane, not even bothering to change out of my white T-shirt and SpongeBob pajama shorts. My black curly hair is haphazardly thrown into a messy bun, adding to my disheveled laziness. I can hear the rain pounding against the windows, and I know my SpongeBob shorts are going to be soaked through by the time I reach the bottom.