Huntington's Security Team: A Fictional Narrative

She groaned lewdly as she felt his fingertips brush up against the puckered ring of her ass, teasing the tender hole with a small, circling rhythm. The hand pulled away for a moment, and when it returned the digit was covered in something warm and wet. Saliva, she figured. Her body tensed up as she felt the finger pushing up against the opening, wiggling back and forth as it sought to penetrate the virgin hole. Zaelith had always enjoyed the feeling of a thick cock pounding her from behind, stretching her ass and filling her bowels with a hot load of cum, but this woman had obviously never tried it. Her body was instinctively clenching up, trying to push out the invading finger and turning it into an almost painful experience. Well, if Zaelith had anything to say about it this body would be a perfect fucktoy by the end of the night, ready and willing to accomodate a man in any

When Tom lowered his gaze and mumbled, “Yes, Ma’am,” in a submissive tone, Booker’s grin broadened. He had indulged in many sexual fantasies about Tom, and his favorite was the dom/sub role play. But now that he had witnessed Tom’s compliance, he knew the fantasy would be even more realistic than before. At that precise moment he could picture Tom handcuffed to the bed, his naked body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement, his expression desperate to please, and for the third time that morning, his cock hardened. He quickly realized he was heading towards dangerous territory and shifting his gaze, he stared at the admin officer’s beak-like nose. It was the remedy he needed and within seconds, his budding erection wilted. A

“You… ALI,” shot back. Later, he offered her a fat joint the good shit, rode it out for a minute. She accepted. He placed Roxie in an unmarked black van. He kissed her passionately – felt on her tits and stuck his thick fingers in her stinking wet pussy. She groaned and with the greatest of ease.

Jayden heard a familiar sound of spit lubing a cockshaft, then the sensation of his ass cheeks being spread open. Jayden’s cock oozed precum as he felt Jr’s cockhead push into his shaved asshole. Jayden’s ass lips swallowed the Greek cock without hesitation as their bodies met in a rhythmic thrust, skin-slapping-against-skin session.

Coated in her spit and saliva, his cock throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, access to her pussy gained, he hooked his hands under Lila's armpits, wrenched her shoulders further behind her back, and slammed his entire length inside her. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to

"You want me to stop, huh, bitch? he groaned, releasing his grip momentarily to issue another slap to her face. This one was harder, leaving the imprint of his hand on her face, the outlines of his digits fading from red to white when, frustrated, Tom Ross ceased fumbling with his belt and zipper, and instead, just ripped his pants open. His erection popped free, thick, and throbbing, with the bulbous purple head already glistening with precum, as his arm moved, the whip hissed in the air, and the leather straps struck the soft flesh of Lila Ross's inner thighs a harsh crack that even made the man wince, and for his eyes to

All of it was consumed by his physical exertions, and with his body covering the smaller woman's, the man raped her without mercy. Eech thrust came faster, and was harder than the last as as he bent his knees, then uncurled his legs to drive his meat into her deeper. Her walls spread around him, and as he fucked her, one hand slipped from her arms to hook into the tresses as the nape of her neck. However, instead of tearing at it, as he had previously, he used his grip to shove her face-down on the sofa, so that her face was out of view, and her own sounds muffled. Tom Ross didn't want to even look at her, or hear at her, as Lila Ross was no longer a human being, simply just simply a toy with a cunt to be used for his pleasure, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of his harsh breathing, pants and groans, the slap of his balls against her thighs, and his cock brutallly slamming in and out of her

When she was roughly hiked off the bed by Karl, one man took the opportunity to spread her legs wide apart and slam his cock into the teen's dripping, pink hole. Beside her, others released their erections and stroked. Sophie Scott's arms were lifted in the air, and the guard behind her chuckled when he pressed the cool glass tip of the dildo, slick with the juices from her pussy, against her rear entrance, and began to spread it open. 'Guess it's my lucky day, I'll be your first.' His gaze shifted to his companions, 'But you not your

Pinching a rosy pink nipple between his fingers and twisting, Adam cracked his palm hard enough against her butt cheek to leave an imprint on the taut flesh. "My teenage slut. Can never get enough, can you, not even after last night. Should I stop Sophie, or do want me to screw you like the dirty whore you truly are?" The man smirked, "If that's what you want, then beg for it. Let me hear how bad you need a cock shoved in your tight, little cunt." With his challenge hanging in the air, Levine's head dropped again, and his mouth, lips and tongue went to work on her clit, to urge her on

“Show me your bear, Logan” she moaned into the tile. The steam of the shower coated her body with dew, and her body slid onto his cock easily. She pressed her body back, sending his cock deep into her pussy. She continued to press her body up and down his cock, hoping his patience would crack, and he would give her what she wanted. She turned her head to look at him, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples into pert mounds of sensitive nerves. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth before she gently sucked her finger into her mouth. She reached beneath her body and rubbed her clit as Logan began to pound into her pussy. She moaned his name into the shower, its echoes urging him harder and faster. He took a firm hold of the back of her neck, and continued his ravishing of her

Gustave wanted that ass. He wanted it bad. And now, in the hotel elevator he had it. He did not want to stick his cock right in at all. He buried face in her ass. He felt he was a prisoner by those thighs. Cheryl pussy beneath his chin, and she was hot. She moaned in ecstasy. She shifted her lips from left to right while Gustave lick her ass shoving his index finger in her pussy. Cheryl felt her heart race as she grab on to elevator wall. She was burning up while she was a thing of beauty.

Like her brother, Valerie’s breathes came out warm and heavy as she let the ecstasy of their mating work it’s way through her system. “I missed you,” Valerie explained, her brother’s warm breath gently brushing her ear. Valerie bit her lower lip as she felt her brother shift above her, pulling his erect shaft out of her stretched, sensitive neither lips, sending his pearly seed to join Valerie’s own sexual juices in the carpet.

This odd creature approaches, scoops Becky up with one-hand, and holds her up so he can look at her better. His hand wraps easily around her. He brings her closer to his face and sticks his tongue out to lap up her juices. It is so large it covers her entire pussy. Her clit throbs with need and she clinches in spasms of need.

Sofia was at the desk, and as his mouth dropped open at the sight of her shirt coming off, and girl sinking to her knees with paddle in mouth, he gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head. The only problem was that he'd forgotten about her bra, and ordered her to remove just the shirt. As his gaze unashamedly moved to her cleavage, and Stuart licked his lips, and squirmed in the seat, he considered ordering her to she remove the bra as well, but decided against it. That'd make it appear as if he were a novice, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of her their very first night together. Instead, in a croaky voice that emanated from a parched throat, Stuart Thomson forced another compliment, "Nice tits, bitch," and watched her crawl across the floor toward him with ever widening eyes and shortening breath. A woman was actually on her knees, and crawling. For him? This was so fucking

I smile. I’ve been coming every week for seven weeks. She follows me to the motel. They charge by the hour and don’t worry about names or cameras. For $100 they don’t even glance at your face more than once. They’ll never remember us being together. The walls are thin. Moans and screams can be heard from all around. The whore is naked before the door is locked. I put the condom on. After I’m done I leave the condom on. She lays on the filthy comforter naked, waiting to be paid. She always stays naked until she’s paid.