Would You Rather Questions Dirty Novels & Stories

Roth mindlessly voiced the question at the top of his head, “Doesn’t it get messy? You know, with the anal hole and all.” Craig seemed very enthusiastic, as opposed to embarrassed at the question, “Yes, we are talking about the poop hole, so of course. It isn't an inevitability, but it's certainly a possibility, and that's OK.” Roth raised an eyebrow at that, now inattentive to Tristan, because his genuine curiosity was intrigued.

"What, like a movie? Or you wanna play something?" "Truth or dare," I said without thinking. The wine made it sound fun, reckless. "Come on, it's been forever since we did stupid shit like this." Elliot slid down to the floor beside me, back against the couch, legs stretched out. He took the bottle from my hand and swigged, eyes meeting mine over the rim. "Alright. You first. Truth or dare?" "Truth." He thought for a second, then asked, "What's the dirtiest thing Damien's done to you?"

His eyes light up. “Does this ‘no harm in asking’ rule only apply to flirting or can it apply to other questions too?” He asks. I shrug. “I don’t know. I just don’t answer questions I don’t want to answer.” I conclude. “Perfect, In that case, what is your favourite colour?” He asks politely. “Huh?” I respond dumbly. “Your favourite colour. What is it?” He repeats. “Purple?” I respond. He nods seriously. “A good choice. I like green"

Her face was red, and she stammered: "Don't you feel dirty?" “Huh?” “That bottle of water I just finished drinking. Don't you feel dirty sharing a bottle of water with me?" "No problem. Why is it dirty?” This question of his left her not knowing how to answer. Perhaps it was also due to her childhood habits. She is a clean person and does not like to share a water bottle or cup with anyone else. Therefore, she always thought that other people would have the same habit as her. That was why she asked him such a strange question.

His odd question throws me off balance. ‘Roxy, of course!’ I say to myself but dare not say it out. Does he ask every one of his bitches this question? They can't possibly clean the room after subjected to so much pain. I literally see them leap and crawl and see their fat asshole red and swollen like it got screwed from brutality. They don't clean! I, the maid in disguise should be the one mopping streams of squirm and pools of cumloads and creampie and used condoms. Except that this time, he fucked me raw.

Joey said, leading the interrogation. “Are you bringing contraband?” “Did you wake up today choosing kindness or chaos?” “On a scale from saint to supervillain, how judgmental are you?” “If you ever see a blonde billionaire heiress inside, would you: (A) Take a secret photo of her? (B) Start a rumor about her? (C) Try to kiss up to her? (D) Ignore her and let the girl live her life? Choose wisely. Your life depends on it.” Charlie was stupefied! She peeked out, questioning, “Uncle Joey! Have you seriously been asking those questions to all visitors? Under whose orders?”

“Thank you for staying with us, Kath.” The game continued and it was one of the weirdest set of questions and dares I've ever encountered in my life. They would ask questions like ' do you know who invented the chalk?' or ' I dare you to act like the most popular person ever existed in this whole wide world. Weird but atleast...we're happy..

"No, I have asked 5." "Well, it feels like 100." "Because my questions make sense, you exhausted yours with stupid questions." Questions like; Have you ever thought of going blonde? What do you think about pizza? Do you smell your feet?. "I haven't exhausted my question, I have 2 more questions left." "How do you feel about death?" I asked. "Geez, are you trying to make me sad or what?" "Just answer, Creep." "Inevitable." I waited for him to add more to the known word.

I was perfectly happy to watch my hard cock slowly pressed between my motherslut's beautifully ample ass cheeks and then slowly being swallowed by her tight little asshole. Motherslut than slowly began to push back into my slow thrusts, telling me she was almost ready for a true ass fucking. I decided to find out if she would actually be able to ask or even plead for more, as I asked "You like my big hard cock in your ass, motherslut? Does it make you feel dirty to want your son to fuck your asshole and fill you with hot cum? I bet you're such a dirty perverted motherslut that you're going to orgasm just by a good hard ass fucking."

I added and everyone shifted, their excitement back again as they all looked at me curiously since it was my turn. "Truth or Dare?" Alice asked me and the girls got quieter to listen to my response. "Truth," I said because frankly, I was too lazy and tired to walk around and do the dares. "If you could pick one person to join you and your guy for a threesome, who would it be?" A brunette girl asked and everyone shouted and chucked at the question. My eyes widened at the dirty question, the image of Caleb and me having a threesome was just too ridiculous. As I've said earlier, I am not some kind of bratty rich woman who would do such stuff. The question makes me feel shy and embarrassed all o