Shadowing Mr. Ridge as he marched through the corridors, Jaimie did not bother to conceal her smirk knowing it would only irritate him to see her so indifferent to her punishment. Her suspicions were confirmed on the rare occasions he chose to peer back at her, clenching his fists and turning away with a furious huff when he caught sight of her amused lips. He looked so tense it was
‘Quiet, I think I hear them coming,’ hissed Melanie, pressing a finger to her lips. The other girls fell silent, straining their ears to listen. Sure enough the familiar beat of Penny’s strut could be heard in the corridor and a moment later she was striding through the door, cheeks rosy and hair in a mess. Her uniform was on, just about, but she had dressed poorly with buttons in
The dormitory was occupied by half a dozen girls when James was ushered in, most of them lounging on a single bed halfway down the long room. They wore their uniforms loosely with hanging ties and shirts buttoned low and were giggling at a joke they had been sharing. As he entered, prodded forward by the bony finger of the headmaster – a tall, broad man in his late-forties –
Staring up at the bottle-lined shelves behind the bar, Carl wondered if any of them might contain the answers he was looking for. Having so far worked through about half of them he was beginning to suspect not, but with a swelling rock of misery throbbing in his chest he could not think of any other option besides testing out the rest. With doleful eyes, he glanced down at his
‘You know I never really believed the rumours about you, not entirely. I mean I know all the guys said you could throat a dick like a real slut, but come on, they were all dumb jocks. It’s not like they haven’t exaggerated things before.’ His satisfied smirk grew and he cocked his head to one side, admiring her pretty face. ‘But damn if I wasn’t wrong. You could be
Hearing the notification on his phone, Mr. Johnson stood up and mopped his sweaty brow with the back of his forearm. Taking a moment to catch his breath he surveyed the room as he crossed to the table his phone was charging on: just a few more finishing touches and it would be perfect. All the furniture was in position and after the tireless work he had put into the
Head hung low, shoulders hunched, Carter marched home through the chilly, misty night largely ignoring the city around him. In fairness, there was little to notice: a few late commuters, the occasional car passing by kicking up spray from the wet road, and the odd flicker from one of the countless neon signs hanging overhead or dangling in shop windows dictating that near enough everywhere was closed for the night.
His eyes rolling back in his head, his body tensing suddenly and his fingers gripping the sheets with white-knuckled ferocity, Lincoln once again thanked his past self for taking the steps of revenge all those years ago. He had spent enough nights in dark rooms with other gay men to know what a good blowjob was, and after months of practice his secret lover was hands down the best cocksucker
Lingering at the top of the staircase, Helena fought off the urge to turn, burst through the door back into the dark alleyway and sprint all the way home. Actually being so close to achieving her goal felt so much more intimidating than she had anticipated and as much as she tried she could not stifle the nerves that wriggled uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach. Indistinct groans floated
Allowing her head to roll back, Casey groaned breathlessly as the head of Mason’s cock slammed into her P-spot again and again. His deep thrusts were threatening to tip her over the edge into a state of delirium, and combined with his firm grip jerking her she-cock it was all she could do to remain conscious. She loved how her tight, delicate body rocked with every thrust. It made her
