Knock Knock Jokes Dirty Novels & Stories

“A hammer. Yeh swing it.” Knuckles pulled her down and kissed her. “Jokes, huh? Glad you got jokes. Go get a shower my little jokester.”

A group of men sat together, exchanging filthy and crude jokes. This was nothing but another normal day in their lives.

I said and he raised his brows. "I know I'm too hot to handle." He said and I gave him a 'No, you got me wrong' expression. "You're too ugly to handle," I said and he shook his head. "At least you are ugly enough to handle my ugliness." He said and I passed him a glare. Just what are we talking about in a serious situation like this? Death clock is hanging up on our head and here we are bickering about nothing but actual nonsense. My eyes widened when we heard a knock on the door.

Oh Fuck. I kept running my hand up and down my dick, while my grip was becoming tighter and tighter. But all of a sudden, I heard a knock on my door. “Knock! Knock!” Who could be bothering me this early morning. No one had the keys to my house expect….. “Who is it?” I yelled, my dick was still hard and it began to twich, like it needed my attention so bad. “It’s me, your help, I was wondering if I can come in and clean your room,” She said, her voice shaky.

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.

He was wearing his grim reaper cloack and a formal attire underneath. Shane's ears burned bright red while staring at Mara's mismatched eyes. He secretly pinched himself. "Knock! Knock!" He said and Mara chuckled. "Who's there?" She said. She knows about this modern joke. Shane's face burned brighter. He didn't mean it as a joke. He flicked Mara's forehead and then leaned closer to her. "It's Death, on your doorstep," He said and then planted a kiss on her forehead. "It's Death, on your doorstep, who?" Mara asked.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

I can’t believe she knew what she was doing, but she kissed him on the nose and just said, “Why not?” With that, they both went into the bathroom and closed the door. I suddenly felt embarrassed as I stood naked in front of Desi who was opening another can of beer. He stood with his ear pressed against the door and slowly tugged on his big dick as we could hear Sandra straining to shit then the plops as it hit the water. “I knew that he was a dirty twat," Desi laughed, “but watching a tart taking a shit…!” He shook his head in disbelief.

Right as someone goes to suck on my nipple I hear KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! **End of it** Damn it not again I thought to myself.....

This was becoming unhealthy. Knock …knock… Too reluctant to get out of bed, I glance at the door then back at the ceiling. “Fuck the hell off” I say loudly. There was no need for me to be rude but I couldn’t care less. Knock knock “Are you deaf? I said Go the fuck away.” I was getting irritated Knock…. knock…. Now I was pissed. Was this person deaf ? I was sexually frustrated, financially in ruin and this asshole was knocking at my door at 8pm.