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Orgy At The End Of The World

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

each portraying the most handsome selection of male and female nobility he'd ever came across. It was perfect. Definitely where he wanted to die. Putting the backpack down in the hall, he went for broke. Still clutching the sword he swaggered up the stairs. Upon reaching the centre landing he turned and looked down and bowed extravagantly. "My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen of this beautiful ancestral home I salute you!" He declared. "A fitting place for me to die!" As his head was bowed almost to his knees, he heard giggling. He stood up sharply and braced himself, sword in hand. "Who's there?" He asked loudly. He heard a shuffle. It had come from the top of the stairs to the left of him. He tentatively moved forward. There were giggles again. It was definitely one or more females, he thought, though that didn't allay his fears any. The infected women were worse than the men in London. They'd tear your face off in a heartbeat. He went closer. There was a long passageway at the top of the stairs, one side looking down over the gigantic library downstairs, and a plethora of massive oak doors on the other. He stepped towards the first one and opened it slowly. A bathroom. No-one in there. The second was a c***d's nursery, again deserted. The third a bedroom. No sign of life. He began to wonder if he had imagined the noises. He opened the fourth door. The shuffle again. This was a huge bedroom. It must have been one of the grandest he'd seen. Gigantic oak four poster bed, ... beautiful handcrafted furniture - and was that a Vermeer on the wall? He thought it was. No time to admire the art though, he had to make sure he was safe. He entered the room. He could see there were two off-shoot doors to the left. He opened the first one and sighed with relief. An en-suite. No-one there. Then he opened the second. A dressing room. It was filled with gorgeous ballgowns and evening wear and if his eyes did not deceive him, extravagant corsetry and Victorian fetishwear. He had not expected to see that. He doubted it had been on the tour when he was a c***d. Suddenly, there was movement. Not just a little movement, but all around the dressing room the clothes seemed to be coming alive. He stepped back towards the main room. But there was someone blocking his path there. He stumbled. Turning round, he saw the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She looked familiar, and he realised her portrait was on the wall outside. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I've intruded on your privacy here, Lady Tennant. Frankly, I did not expect anyone to have survived the outbreak here. I came here to die." The woman smiled. "You don't have to explain yourself to me. Or my friends." She looked behind him. The movement had not been ghosts, or infected, but a number of females, 5 he counted, who had emerged from the clothing like angels. Angels in corsets. Angels in thigh high boots. Angels brandishing riding crops. That was new. But very exciting. He felt aroused just looking at them. "Please," ...