Slobbering over the bassist’s tattooed cock, the ravenous whore met his eyes as she sank her lips over his shaft. She watched his eyelids flutter, his cheek twitch, then his mouth loll open entirely as she pressed down hard and took him to the base. The head crushed against the back of her throat, prompting her to gag wetly. But she was an experienced deep-throater – everyone in the room
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
Emma knew this was wrong: her husband-to-be was waiting expectantly in the church just outside, her whole family too. Today was supposed to be the best day of her life, yet somehow it had turned into a nightmare. This wasn’t her. She was loving, and faithful, and she adored her fiancé with all her heart. She would never cheat! She had to stop. But to her horror she realised she
‘There we go,’ said the barman, sliding the drinks over the counter, ‘one Twinkler and one Simply Seduction. That’ll be thirteen-fifty.’ Taking his drink while Cooper paid, Brad propped himself against the bar and took a sip, his back to the barman. If he was honest, the man unnerved him a little; his eye lingered in suggestive places and a smirk plucked at his lips when he looked at Brad,
Drawing the cubicle curtain across, Zara gave a sigh of relief: finally some privacy. Usually she wouldn’t have visited somewhere like this, but she was keen to make an impression tonight. She and Chad had been sexting for the better part of a month and tonight was to be their first proper dinner date. Given how raunchy their online exchanges had become, if things went well she had no doubt
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 She wore a tweed jacket over a plain white blouse and plainer black trousers, her flat shoes some fifty years out of date – older than she was, he was certain of that – and though she cast him a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
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
Night was falling as the young couple ascended the broad drive leading to the striking building. It loomed over them with a somewhat imposing air about it, the soft buzz of conversation drifting through the open windows. Seth and Holly had seen it before, though only from a distance when they drove past the end of the drive; up close they found the very walls seemed to whisper of luxury
