1. Orgy At The End Of The World


    Date: 4/20/2016, Categories: Fetish, Group Sex, Hardcore, Author: TheCompanion, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    [Re-titled version of a previous horror-based erotica. 2nd ever story, still progressing.] It had been 3 long weeks since it all kicked off. The end of the world as we know it. Martha had fallen victim, so had all the rest of the f****y, the neighbours, friends, co-workers. He'd heard that there were survivors dotted around the country but didn't hold out much hope. He just wasn't that lucky. Still he plodded on, the car was still going - just - but he knew before long the petrol would just be no more. Most garages, in fact most buildings, had gone up in flames more than a fortnight ago, save a few big places in remote locations where the infected hadn't been able to get to. That's where he was headed. There was a massive stately home in the middle of nowhere, he'd visited it when he was a k** and if he had to die anywhere that would be where he'd choose. He couldn't choose much any more, but he was damned sure he could at least choose where he breathed for the last time. It should be coming up around the corner any time now, he thought, as he steered the Landrover into a tight country lane. It was eerily deserted in this part of the country, it made him uneasy after starting his journey in the carnage and rioting of London. He took a bite of the last chocolate bar he had. The last food he could grab on departure. It was a welcome burst of sugar for his aching body. It had taken no small effort to escape the city over the course of a couple of days. Just surviving was bad ...
    enough but as soon as the infected saw a moving car they descended. Nights on the road had been cold and sl**pless too. Nowhere was truly safe. Then he saw it. Candle Hall. He had no idea why they called it that, but he liked it. It towered above the surrounding landscape like a beacon of hope, still intact it seemed. There were a few infected lying prone on the ground as he drove up the driveway, shot, it looked like. Huge holes from what looked like shotguns. You have to love the English upper class, they know how to defend their heritage. And they had done so marvellously. He pulled up as near to the grand entrance as he could, the less he was out in the open the better. He had a sword as defence, he had collected them once upon a time, before marriage and c***dren had eaten his money. Thank God he'd had one left. Slowly, he got out the car, grabbing the backpack he had with some meagre medical supplies and water, and the sword. He inched closer to the door. Although the building looked intact you could never make assumptions about what lay inside. He pushed the door open. It had been slightly ajar which did worry him. Why was there no better security? He creeped into the entrance hallway. It took his breath away. As with the outside, it was intact and stunning. Still boasting the ornate, decadent features of the 18th Century grand staircase he had remembered, the hall was a testament to English architecture and design. The Tennant f****y portraits still hung on the walls, ...
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