Ashley Madison - A middle-aged/young married man, married and with a pregnant life, has joined Ashley Madison and is looking to have an affair. He is reality-tv famous. He finds a pornstar/stripper on the website and they agree to meet and have some 'fun'
Andrew moaned with pleasure. He was pressed up against the side of the stall, his hard cock pointing through the 'glory hole'. On the other side, his mystery woman was sucking his cock like a pro. It was the first time Andrew had ever gotten head.
It all started about a month ago. Andrew felt much more comfortable talking to people online then he did in person and had found a chat room with a distinctly erotic nature to it. He had 'connected' with some one in that chat room and they had started talking to each other over Y!M and even Skype. She was an older woman - old enough to be his mother - but he had always found that a turn on. Their talks soon turned sexual and then they started sexting each other - though he didn't know it, Andrew had been blessed with a very large cock. He also found the other woman very attractive and he soon had a crush. They never sent images of their faces to each other though.
Soon they were masturbating to each other via webcam. It turned out they lived in the same area as well and the older woman convinced him that they should meet...but only somewhere where she could get her hands on him.
So that is how Andrew found himself in a graffiti-covered stall, his hard cock getting sucked by this older woman. Of course, he had no idea that the other woman was actually his mom...and she had no idea the younger stud was her own son.
Dargoth rolled onto his hands and knees and retched, feeling the salty water burning the back of his throat on the way back up as it did on the way down.
He coughed and gagged until there was nothing left in his stomach, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and then rolled onto his back. He panted, regaining his breath, as he stared up at the sky. Once he had collected himself he sat up - slowly. His head felt like it was about to explode.
Once his vision normalized, he looked around.
He had washed up on a sandy shore, debris from the ship he had been sailing on scattered along the coastline. There was no sign of the ship, The Swallow, or anyone else for that matter. As far as he was aware, he was the only survivor. A chill wind bit through his clothes and made him shudder. Where the sand ended, trees rose out of the ground. He needed to get out of the wind, get a fire going, and get his clothes dried.
And then he would look for supplies and survivors.