Trigger Warning: This story plays on the horror notes of zombie narratives in a sexual way. It includes potentially triggering scenes of non-consensual acts. If you feel you may find these offensive do not read this piece. I do not condone any such acts, this is purely for the purposes of the supernatural/horror narrative. The streets were deserted as the sirens sounded, blaring out a warning to all that the
‘Not so fucking cocky now, are you?’ spat Louisa, staring daggers of loathing at the semi-naked woman below here as she relished the sensation of her new dick plunging into the tight twenty-something’s pussy. The raven-haired girl was so hot inside, her pussy constricting around her lover’s hard dick, and she spread her legs wide with a coy smile so that Louisa could fuck her deep. Louisa had to admit,
Stealing the bodysuit had been a good idea at first. Now though, given he was tied blindfolded to a chair with a vibrator to his false pussy and his first female orgasm rapidly building towards a point of no return, he was deeply regretting his decision. After being imprisoned in one of the Yakuza’s many locations across the city for over a week, Junichi had managed to escape his captivity
Rubbing his face into the woman’s ass, both of them laughed coldly. As the brunette woman – the one who had called herself Mistress M – held his face there, the dark-haired woman whose ass was crushing his nose, and who had identified herself as Mistress S, coiled a hand around and gripped his hair tightly. Ordinarily, he would have found both women intensely attractive. Mistress S’ black corset was
Amanda loved her new job. She was so much happier now that she spent her days maintaining the moral of the office men, instead of sitting in her office ordering them all around. And if the copious quantities of cum that dripped from her silk shirt were any indication, office moral must have been at an all-time high. Only a month ago she had been the CEO of one of
‘Do you like what I did to your sister?’ growled Ryan, glaring at his ex-wife with a mixture of disdain and amusement. The bar gag between her teeth might have stunted her speech, but it could not conceal the expression of defeat she wore as she looked first at him, then at her sister gorging herself hungrily on his enlarged dick, and then back to him again. ‘Personally, I think
