Given the fact he was hungrily going down on a man he had very recently been sold to, it was safe to say that Walter was not having a good day. The morning had been a disaster from the outset. To begin with, his alarm had chosen the day of the most important shareholder meeting all year to do him the favour of giving up and allow him to sleep
There was a glass of champagne waiting for her when she returned to her villa. Obviously her security had heard the good news and were doing their bit to help her celebrate. It was a sweet gesture, and she took the flute up with a smile to take a long sip. Sinking down into a chair, she placed her cargo – two glittering golden statuettes – on the glass table
Sliding the buzzing dildo from her slick cunt, Maya sighed and tossed the toy aside. She couldn’t cope with this. Even putting on faux satisfied faces and tweaking her nipples could not compensate for the cock she was missing, and after over a week of confinement in her room even masturbation had grown boring, despite the fact she was agonisingly horny. It was so unfair. Grounded just for ditching her
Lounging back on her soft pink sofa, Baroness Bubbles heard the man’s orgasm approaching through staccato moans and shallow grunts. Puffing a bubble into her gum she angled herself into his line of fire and was soon rewarded with a spray of his deliciously sticky seed. The strings of cum splattered across her face, neck and chest, slithering over her sweaty flesh like oil on water, decorating her beautiful features
‘No, no, don’t you dare. Not cool dude, not cool. This isn’t funny now. Get the fuck off me. Don’t you dare put those fucking ears on me.’ Adam wriggled about in an attempt to escape, kicking his legs and straining to free his arms, but it was no use. His roommate’s legs were clamped tight to his sides, pinning his arms in and keeping him restrained with ease. Not
Kenny did not recognise the woman who entered. She was small and slender – a waif of a thing really – with the grey of age showing in her temples. She wore a tweed jacket over a plain white blouse and plainer black trousers, her flat shoes some fifty years out of date – older than she was, he was certain of that – and though she cast him a
Carter stumbled backwards, cold dread flooding his system as the scantily clad intruder slowly advanced. ‘No, you can’t. You can’t be here. Sonny, you can’t. I… I don’t understand. How did you get in? No, what am I saying – you’re not here. I… I’m seeing things… I have to be…’ Even so, Carter continued to edge away, practically crouching with his hands held out in a defensive manner as
‘I… I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m doing this. I shouldn’t, I really shouldn’t. I’m sorry.’ Already the man’s stammered apologies were becoming less sincere, and if the force with which he tore open the chest of Angel’s fishnet attire was anything to go by, he had no interest in stopping. She wanted to tell him to run, to escape while he still had the chance. Unfortunately for him,
Bobby sensed something wrong the moment he entered the dormitory. The air was thick with a cloying mixture of sweat, leather and something else – a foreign aroma he could not quite place, as sharp as it was sickeningly sweet. The oppressive atmosphere prompted an immediate headache and as he made his way down the corridor he could feel it crawling down his throat, choking him. His suspicions piqued as
‘So how long have you guys been in the neighbourhood?’ Rich asked as he sipped on his coffee. Having spent the last few weeks subsisting on either instant sachets or watery gas station trash, he was grateful to finally have some proper caffeine. The drink was rich and flavourful, and though he detected a foreign undertone to it he assumed his new neighbours merely had a fondness for more exotic
