Novels by Nobody

Victor’s grip in my hair was firm, almost painful, actually painful, as he pulled my face toward his thick, veiny and dark cock. It bobbed heavy and angry right in front of my lips, the fat purple head already leaking a shiny bead of precum down to the floor, slowly... all I could do was stare at it, almost drooling, well not all I could do. The garage felt even smaller now, the air thick with the musk of four aroused older men. I was still on my knees, completely naked after they’d stripped the last scraps of clothes off me like I was nothing but their toy. “Open that pretty mouth, Ava,” Victor ordered, voice rough. “Start sucking like you mean it.” I parted my lips, slowly, but he pushed in anyways, stretching my jaw wide around his girth. He was thick, thicker than any guy I’d been with at college, and mostly salty on my tongue. I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, bobbing my head while my hands instinctively came up to stroke the base he couldn’t fit. Behind me, Jax chuckled

The basement air hung heavy with cigar smoke and the sour bite of spilled beer. Poker night again. Dad’s weekly ritual with his richest, roughest friends had turned our rec room into a man cave that smelled like money, lust, and bad decisions. I was home from college for the weekend, and like every other time, I got stuck playing waitress. Tonight though, the heat down here was unbearable. I’d thrown on the thinnest white tank top I owned, no bra, just thin cotton that hugged every curve of my tits,, and the tiniest denim shorts that rode up my ass with every step. The fabric barely covered anything. I knew exactly what I was doing. And I knew they noticed. I carried another round of cold beers down the creaky wooden stairs, my hips swaying more than necessary as I set the bottles on the green felt table. Condensation dripped slowly onto the cards. “Thanks, sweetheart,” Victor said, his deep voice rumbling as his eyes locked straight onto my chest. Forty-nine, built like he stil

I wait two days. My ass is still faintly marked from the first night. My cunt feels used every time I sit down. I tell myself I’m not going to give him another reason, but the rules sit on me like a hand around my throat. Friday night I do it anyway. I text Jake a single line—**come get me**—and slip out the back door while Nathan is in the shower. I don’t even make it to the end of the street. Headlights swing across me. Nathan’s truck. He doesn’t say a word when I climb in. He just drives us home, parks, and points at the front door. My stomach is already dropping. Inside, he locks it behind us and turns to me. “Clothes off. Every piece. Then get on your knees in the living room.” I strip. The air feels colder than it should. When I sink down onto the rug he walks to the coat closet, comes back with one of his leather belts, and folds it in half. The soft clink of the buckle makes my pulse spike. “You left the house. You texted the same kid I already threw out. You bro

I leave the door open like he told me to. My ass is still on fire. Every time I shift on the bed the sheets drag over the hot skin and make me suck in a breath. I can still feel the thick stretch of his fingers and the way he made me come while he was spanking me. My cunt is slippery and swollen. I press my face into the pillow and try not to think about it. I fail. My hand slides down between my legs before I can stop it. I’m soaked. The second my fingers brush my clit a shameful little sound slips out of me. I rub in tight circles, replaying the crack of his palm, the way he wiped my own wetness across my burning cheek, the heavy taste of him on my tongue. I’m already close again when the floorboard in the hallway creaks. I yank my hand away, fast like I’ve been burned. Nathan steps into the doorway. He looks at my shiny fingers, at the way my knees are still parted, at the flush on my face. He doesn’t raise his voice. “I told you not to touch yourself.” “I didn’t—” “D

I’m still on the couch with my shirt shoved up under my armpits and my bra yanked under my tits when the front door opens. Jake’s two fingers are buried inside me, curling, the wet sound of it the only noise in the room until Nathan’s voice cuts straight through. “Get the fuck out of my house.” Jake freezes like he’s been shot. I shove him so hard he almost tips off the couch. My face is on fire. Nathan stands in the doorway in his work shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, keys still dangling from one finger. He doesn’t look shocked. He looks calm. That calm is worse than yelling. Jake scrambles for his jeans and sneakers. Obviously terrified. Nathan never even glances at him. He just points at the door with the keys. “Now. Don’t come back.” Jake’s gone in under a minute. The door slams. The deadbolt turns with a slow, deliberate click. Nathan sets his keys on the side table and looks AT me. I’m still half-naked—shirt bunched, bra useless, skirt around my waist, panties tw

I hugged Mom and Dad goodbye at the end of the long driveway, waving until their car vanished around the bend. Mom had reminded me at least a dozen times to be on my best behavior. “Your Aunt Lauren and Uncle Ryan are doing us a huge favor letting you stay the whole break. Don’t cause any trouble, you young lady.”I smiled sweetly and promised I would be good. Inside, though, my stomach was already fluttering with excitement. Three whole weeks in this big suburban house. Plenty of time to stop being the perfect daughter and finally be the dirty girl I kept hidden.Aunt Lauren pulled me into a warm hug the moment I stepped inside. “Emma, sweetheart! Look at you, being all grown up, you’ve turned into such a beautiful young woman!” My cousins, little Lily and Noah, immediately swarmed me, chattering excitedly as they helped drag my suitcase upstairs.And then I saw him.Step-Uncle Ryan stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed over his broad chest. At forty-four he was still built li