No Im Dirty Dan Novels & Stories

She had barely gotten the words out of her mouth before we heard Dan bellowing "God Damn it to HELL! SHIT! DAMN! FUCK!" Now, Dan's a little guy, about 5'4, and pretty quiet most of the time. He'd shaved his head to look a little older, which made him look like a short bald 8th grader. He almost never cursed, but he was certainly making up for it on this trip.

Daniel says to me and I don’t ask any questions. We just can’t leave him here. We lift him up and get him in the car easily. Daniel then gets in the driver’s seat, and I take my place near Jimmy. He falls on my shoulders and begins to snore loudly, causing me to chuckle. Soon, we begin to drive and the cold air flows gracefully through the opened windows of the car. “Has he been like this for while now?” I ask Daniel and he replies instantly, “Who?” “Oh, you mean Jimmy?” He asks with a smile. “Jimmy was an alcoholic, and he has been clean for two years now.” Daniel explains.

He added with a grimace. What the… Crazy Crows! Who the hell said that?! “Dan, that guy is a neat-freak! He made me sanitise my hands before I ate an ice-cream. It wasn’t like I was going to touch the ice-cream but he still made me do it.” I told him. “Besides, he never had a dog!” I added. There was silence as Dan and Paige blinked at me. Did my words come out more intensely than intended? Eh! Who cares?

As I watch him lift the weights, I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have him carry me, suspended in the air while he impales me on his cock over and over again, all that ferocity I’d seen unleashed on mom directed at me? My face heats at my own dirty thoughts and I clear my throat as I go over to the treadmill and set the machine. Mom is probably passed out cold after the kind of fucking she’d received and I can’t even say I blame her. Fucking like that would send me swearing off dick for at least a month. I keep sneaking glances at Dan. I can’t help it. He’s just so fucking yummy. So big and handsome and manly. I run out of luck however when he catches me staring at him.

“You can’t just make accusations like that by this time of the night.” “He’s like sassy, immaculately clean, way too clean for a straight man.” “Don’t piss them off now.” “But it’s truth. Their isn’t a single dirt on him. His hygiene is a hundred and one percent. His earlobes are always moisturised, his skin and face are spotless and shiny, his beards—ridiculously well kept, his nails—always chopped clean.” “That’s literally basic hygiene, Damon. You’re being ridiculous right now.”

“Go back to your bay, Ahmad. I’m busy.” “I bet you are,” Ahmad said, his voice dripping with filth. He turned his grin toward me. “He’s an animal when he gets focused, isn’t he? I’ve seen him tear an entire engine block apart just because one bolt was missing. I bet he didn’t give you a second to breathe.” I didn’t flinch. I actually leaned into the discomfort, my gaze flicking to the dark bruises on my own collarbone before meeting Ahmad’s eyes. “He’s very… thorough. I appreciate a man who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty to get the job done.”

I ordered before hurriedly walking away and I heard her scoff behind me but didn't dare turn back. As soon as I got to my office, I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding. “Fuck me” I muttered and only then did Dante clear his throat. “I'm sorry but I'm not into men” He replied and I could see the humour dancing in his eyes as he stared at me. I was about to cuss him out when my stomach grumbled and a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. “Damn” I muttered as I doubled over. Dante immediately came to help me out but I slapped his hand away before walking towards my chair and taking a seat as I let out a groan.

“This is torture.“ I cry. “Fuck, don’t stoppp. Ohhh, daddy, please. Please.” He bites and tease, then drops it too. “Fuck.” My body sags against the door. My breath rushes, my tits rising up and down. My feet stumbles backward, my hands pressing into the wall beside me to hold my weight. Slicky wetness grease my feet and I look down to see I’ve made a filthy mess on the floor. He snorts. “Dirty girl.” He scorched down between my legs, hands on the wall, not touching. I might really die now.

❄️ 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.” ❤️

Damien “Jesus Christ, Damien, you’re disgusting,” I muttered, but I didn’t put them back. Instead I sat down heavy on the bed again and brought the fabric up to my face. I took a long sniff, deep and slow, and his smell hit me like a punch. Sweat and that faint soap he used and something warmer, more him. My dick twitched in my jeans just from that. Pathetic. I laughed at myself, short and mean. “Look at you. Got slapped, called Satan, and now you’re sniffing his dirty undies like some creep in a movie. Real winner.”