Dumb Stories Novels & Stories

Warning: This chapter involves Dubcon What the —!” Stunned, Nath stared at his roommate. His roommate had his trousers down and was fucking himself in the ass with a dildo, a gay porno playing on the phone he held in his hand. Lyle froze, unable to move. “Nath,” he blustered. “It's not want you're thinking. It's not what it looks like.” “Really?” Nath gave a devilish smirk and folded his arms across his chest. “What does it look like?”

Though his form of payment were long and boring war stories of his past. Old man Cabbage’s house was so old everyone in the town was afraid it would one day collapse and bury the old man under, to which his response was, ‘what are you brats talking about? Old Lilly here has withstood even nuclear bombs. There’s no way for it to fall apart now.’ Everyone knew he was just delusional. There had never been a war let alone a nuclear bomb anywhere near Old Crows Town unless the house was a migrating one that followed the old man to war. Plus, the house was a fragile one made of wood. There was no way it would survive gunshots, let alone a nuclear bomb. “That old man is just so pitiful. He’s all al

Prologue Kanua Village, Zambia; January, 1991 There was a murderous glow in the eyes of the ten year old Luyando Chimeko as she stood watch over her drunk and passed out father snoring away on the mat inside the tent that a good Samaritan had lent to them which they had come to regard as their home for the past one week.

"Okay, okay. Maia, make sure you scream nice and loud so I can enjoy the show too," Raul said. They said long-haul truckers were a crude bunch. I was seeing it firsthand now. I couldn't believe the things coming out of their mouths. My face was burning a deep crimson. For the rest of the day, I lay on the sleeper berth in the back while the two men chatted up front. Most of their conversation consisted of raunchy jokes and dirty talk. I tried to act uninterested, but they were so loud that every word reached my ears.

Damien’s Story “I was turned in 1897. London. I was twenty-four, the youngest son of a powerful aristocratic family. My father wanted me to join the military. My mother wanted me in politics. I wanted neither. I wanted freedom.” He let out a bitter laugh. “Viktor Crowe found me in an opium den. He offered me eternity instead of a boring life of duty. I accepted without hesitation. For the first hundred years, it was glorious. We traveled the world — Paris, Rome, Tokyo, New York. He taught me how to control the hunger, how to blend in, how to rule from the shadows.” Damien’s hands clenched into fists.

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

I could feel how puffy my pussy lips were, how they glistened every time I pulled my fingers out just to slam them back in. The wet noises filled the quiet dorm room, loud and obscene. My hips bucked against my hand like I had no control left. “Please, I’m begging you,” I whined louder, eyes half-lidded and staring straight into the lens. “Degrade me. Call me your stupid cumdump. Tell me I’m only good for swallowing load after load while I leak down my legs. I’m so fucking empty, I need to be stretched and ruined. Make me cry for it.”

Her heart did a stupid flip. Three dots. Then: **Finn:** ...Ava? **Ava:** Yeah. **Finn:** Thought you forgot my number. **Ava:** I didn't. Just... busy. **Finn:** Same, went for multiple auditions. Bad ones. They texted for hours, talking about really dumb stuff. **Finn:** Remember when I tried to add chocolate to mashed potatoes? **Ava:** I still have nightmares. **Finn:** it was most definitely worth it. You laughed.

But the question; I needed to answer. “Two Munites, I guess.” I said, my voice low and husky. They laughed uncontrollably, including me. As far as i was concerned. The answer hit me hard. I was the wife of one of the most famous billionaires in Los Angeles. The CEO of Blackwood Industries. We've been in love since college and we planned to keep ourselves till marriage. On our wedding night, I realised he had a small cock. He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off.

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”