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
After the outbreak had died down, only surviving in a few isolated pockets, attentions shifted. No longer concerned over avoiding the disease or isolating in attempts to curb the spread, vast swathes of society came to focus on the harm done by the selfish and greedy in the recent times of need. For the first time in what felt like decades, almost every bracket of society alike had found a
Lying back against the cold wall, Kevin shivered as he rested the point of the needle against his inside elbow. Glancing down, he took a moment to stare at his inside arm all riddled with scabs and scars. It almost didn’t feel like it belonged to him, and as he always did, he wriggled his fingers to check it didn’t somehow belong to somebody else. The gate at the end
‘You know I’d love to say I’m sorry for this, but I’m really not.’ Leaning down he placed one hand on the woman’s plump ass and spread it to admire her holes. Her tight ass winked at him and just beneath her pussy lips parted slightly, just enough to entice him with her glistening folds. Hearing her moan softly he smirked and stood up again. ‘After all, if you had
Pounding the plump, tanned cheerleader, Coach Green was increasingly certain he had made the right decision. At first he had been concerned that he had gone too far, had been worried that he wouldn’t be able to spin this, but the more he fucked the bratty bitch, the more he decided that giving his star player those football socks had been the best thing he could have done. He grunted
‘Let’s get one thing straight, shall we? Your wife sent you to me for one reason, and one reason only: to train you. Now, I really don’t care how long that takes. A month, or a year, it doesn’t matter to me. She’s using your savings to fund your training, and if you are still here once she had burned through all of those I’ve already told her I will
As the elevator slid ever upwards, Peter shuffled from foot to foot in an attempt to contain his rage. He ground his teeth noisily and his clenched fists were pressed to his sides, white-knuckled and trembling. On the readout over the door each floor shuffled slowly by, while the hum of the elevator droned on around him. He huffed intermittently, trying to find some way of expelling his fury. He
Waiting patiently at the head of the table, Dean greeted each man who entered the room with a cordial smile. Naturally there was no warmth to it; he had little fondness for any of the men taking their seats, but this was business and it was only customary to mask one’s true emotions, even if said mask was all but transparent. He did, however, inject his smile with a note
Hank turned his head away in embarrassment and desperately tried not to swallow any of the piss that was splashing across his – well… her – face. She was already soaked with it, her black silk shirt sodden and stinking, and as it coursed down her cheeks it was combined with her tears. As much as she tried to, she could not ignore the laughter of the men who had
‘Listen,’ said the woman, wrenching his head back by the strap of his ball-gag. She chuckled before continuing. ‘Whore. That’s what you are. Just a piece of meat to fuck. Bet you never thought you would be in this position did you? Sure, you might have fantasised about being the dominant one before, hell, you may even have done it a few times. But you never imagined being the one
