Knock Knock Jokes Dirty Novels & Stories

Picking it up, I turned quickly, walked back over, and threw it in his face with a smile. "What, nothing to say? It looks like you finally got that much needed attitude adjustment. Turns out you really can be sweet!" I smiled at my own lame joke and quickly took a few steps back when his hands tightened into fists. The sticky goo ran down his face and onto his shirt, giving me even more satisfaction.

Klen replied and closed his eyes feeling the pleasure of Ron's dick hitting his g-spot. They were in that position for almost a few minutes when Ron suddenly cursed. "Fuck! Fuck! Shit ride me fast, bro. Looks like I'm going to cum," Ron said short of breath. "All right, Ron. Cum inside me, I want you to inseminate your semen inside my asshole." Klen's crazy response causing Ron to laugh. "Can you imagine how slutty you sound, bro? You are not the topnotch assassin right now, you are a slut, my slut." Ron's trash-talk. Klen did not respond and quickly moved faster on top of Ron.

“ ‘Harder, fuck me harder’ — dude’s getting his brains fucked out.” Kevin chuckled, eyes flicking between the screen and Mike’s lap. “You think you could take a pounding like that? Or would you be tapping out after two strokes like a little bitch?” Mike laughed loudly. “Fuck you. I’d take it better than you would. Look how full he is. That cock is stretching him so good.” They kept going like that for several minutes — trading jokes, filthy observations, and teasing insults. The p**n played on, the top now flipping the bottom onto his back and folding him in half, pounding deep while they kissed sloppily.

He suddenly raised his hand, about to slap Miguel across the face. "Terrence," I said calmly, stopping him. "Don't dirty your hands." I shot Vanessa and Miguel a cold look, a mocking smile curling on my lips. "Since you think this is all just roleplay, then I'll show you something real." The moment I finished speaking, a chaotic rush of footsteps sounded from outside the room. Accompanied by a woman's sharp, piercing cries, the door was violently pushed open from the outside.

“Don’t stop now, neighbor. You’ve been listening to me for weeks. Fair’s fair.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. She should have been mortified. She should have run to the bathroom and locked the door. Instead she whispered—barely audible—“Then keep going.” A pause. Then that same rough laugh. “Fuck. Alright.” The bed creaked again. Slower this time. Deliberate. He started talking—directly to her now. “You touching yourself over there? Fingers deep in that pretty pussy while you listen to me fuck?” She whimpered—soft, involuntary.

"Jeez Sam, since when has your mind turned so dirty? Keep talking dirty and I'll be jerking off to your dirty thoughts." I chuckle. "You have no idea about my dirty thoughts Jake and how dirty they can get. You'd be jerking off right now, if you knew." I leave with his clothes to the direction he showed me for his bathroom, leaving him behind with his jaw dropped. Ha, serves you right Mister, running around half naked. I'm sure he's dealing a boner right now after my words. Just the thought of me backfiring at him like that makes me laugh. Then again it wasn't a lie, after all his body was causing dirty thoughts in my mind. Damn.

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I jerk off the bed and press my hard dick downward, willing the blood that had rushed to it to disperse but it wasn't having any of it. What the fuck do I do? I close my eyes, trying to think of a disgusting scene I'd witnessed. Yeah, the day Ray brought in a shawty and when she finished shitting in his toilet, the damn thing clogged and she couldn't flush her mess. I burst into a laugh. That wasn't a shitty scene. It was just funny. I try again, reaching for anything that could kill this heat under my skin. That day when— There's a soft knock on the door, jerking me out of my thoughts.

“At least your love life’s never boring. I mean, two brothers? That’s like… Olympic-level relationship management. I don’t know how you’re not charging admission.” “I think you’re living a soap opera, and I’m the best friend who gets to watch it live. Of course I think it’s funny.” I rolled my eyes, but her grin was contagious, and before long we were laughing — not because it was funny, but because if we didn’t, I might cry. The laugh died when the knock came. It wasn’t normal knocking. Not just a polite tap tap. No. No pauses. No waiting for a reply. Just a steady, heavy thud like whoever it was had decided they were getting in one way or another.

Knox grins. I burst out laughing at their reasoning just as Jory comes down the stairs, carrying the baby monitor, "What's so funny?" "Did you know anything about knocking me up when the kids are six months old?" I question him. "Fuck yeah, I knew. There is something about fucking a pregnant woman, and you're always so horny. It's like a kid shopping at a candy store for me. Look," he points to his groin, "Just talking about it is getting me hard."