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It’s foul.

It’s something my body and brain can’t agree on, and it tears me in half with guilt-stricken blame that I don’t seem to know what I want or need to do.

“We’re gonna get off together...then I’m going to lick your young cunt off my fingers while you watch.”

The pads of his fingertips slowly circle my clit as Hollis peers back at the TV. The young man with solid abs is now leisurely fucking his partner’s asshole while she’s on her back, moaning for more. Her pussy is spread open, legs readily fanned for easy access.

“Open your legs wider,” Hollis orders gruffly, not waiting but knocking into them with his knuckles. “I wanna have full entry to this.” Removing his fingers, he stares at the hole that the man is currently screwing on the TV and trails up to my shamefully wet clit. “Fuck, yes. I knew I just had to warm you up, baby girl.”

His strokes become more urgent as he watches the porno play out and uses me as his personal sex toy to get himself off.

My body begins to buzz as he works me. My stomach corkscrews in disgust while as it hums at his rough brushes.

Hollis is not an attractive man. He’s in his early fifties with a ZZ top beard that’s graying and a crater face. He looks like a dude who wanted to join a biker group, but they wouldn’t let him because he couldn’t get out of his own way.

And couldn’t keep his hands to his damn self.

“I bet her ass is as tight as this pussy,” Hollis murmurs, but I don’t miss the hidden suggestion that he flatly lays out. A finger finds itself inside me and slowly thrusts in and out. “Aw, God…Stormi.”

“Just like that,” the woman on the TV mewls in pleasure, arching her naked body for more. Hollis’s thumb grazes my clit, while his digit still drives inside me.

“My thick cock wants to sink inside this pussy,” he utters through a shattered exhale. “Do you think you can stay quiet while I fuck your hole?”

“Damn, Hollis, you didn’t want to wait for me?” It takes me a second to register that someone that wasn’t me said Hollis’s name, and I quickly search for it—my out.

Bianca.

Hollis’s friend that comes with him from time to time and fucks my dad. Who winks at me like it’s funny and we’re going to high five afterward.

The reason why my Dad’s favorite holiday is Thanksgiving is because it was her bright idea a few years ago to let Dad’s friends run a train on her, which completely ruined it for me.

Meaning, all in all, she’s as worthless as if my Dad was staring at me right now on this couch with Hollis’s hand down my pants.

She’s not going to help or even notice, not that she would care, that my facial expressions aren’t into what Hollis is doing to me right now. Bianca doesn’t see me for who I am, which isn’t living here by choice and that I don’t want to be passed around.

Inching into the room, she brushes her long blonde hair back before crossing her arms over her giant boobs and waiting for Hollis’s response.

“Little Stormi wanted to learn a few things tonight,” Hollis finally replies, still rubbing against me. “Things she couldn’t learn in her textbooks.”

Bianca lifts a brow. “Really?” I shake my head, heartbeat pounding in my ears as her dark eyes fall on me. “Ride his dick. He might not be a looker, but it’ll make you come within minutes.”

And with a wink, she begins down the hall, probably to steal more of my clothes and other limited things I have with her sticky fingers.

The roughness of Hollis’s fingers causes more friction between my clit and pussy as he picks up the pace. It sends pleasure and more revulsion writhing through my veins.

I’m obviously old enough to know what’s right and what’s wrong. I’m cognitive that I should elbow him in the side or punch him in the dick to get him to let me go. But I’m in a comatose state of fear and emotions that always filter through my frame when he’s around.

I don’t want to come on his fingers. To hear and feel how my body is betraying me by the second.

I’m disgusting.

I’m worse than the man sitting next to me, jacking himself off while fingering me to his completion.

Hot tears prick at my eyes. They’re heavy, blurring my vision of the X-rated movie.

I should’ve never left my room in the first place. I was fully aware of what could’ve happened the moment I left when Dad hollered for me.

Hollis waited for me.

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