1. Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 4


    Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Mili, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    downstairs and started banging on the shelf. Mark came running down the stairs behind her and lunged headlong into the shelf, throwing it over. Again I was astonished at their strength and speed, and apparent indifference to pain and wounds. Becky and me retreated further to the side of the shop, where we found an archway that lead to the store next door. Behind us, I could hear the two zombies sniff the air, and then fast, heavy steps coming closer. The shop we entered sold sports gear, and Becky grabbed a rack right next to the archway that held an assortment of fishing equipment and tried to turn it over to block the way. I hurried to help her and just as the two came rushing through the archway, we brought the whole thing down on them. Mark and Kimmy lay trapped underneath a pile of fishing rods, nets, and the steel rods of the rack, getting more and more entangled in the mess. I was taking deep breaths, as Becky stepped in front of them, legs spread wide, and spat down. She held her skirt open at the front and soon a stream of pee prattled down on the heads of the two writhing zombies. I looked around. The store was sorted into sections for different sports. One aisle had football equipment, another items for riding, skating, tennis, skiing and plenty of others. Unsporty as I am, I couldn't even recognize the use of half of the items on display. When I returned to Becky, she was going through the sales counter, looking for useful items. "Look what I found," I said, ...
    grinning wickedly at her as I brought up a riding crop and placed it underneath her chin. "Just the right equipment for my little fuck mare." She looked at me and nodded, smiling slightly. "That's what I am, Mistress," she said sternly. "Well, then come up on the counter and offer yourself to me," I told her, slapping the crop sharply on her tits as they were peeking out from underneath her jacket. She shrieked, but obediently crawled on the countertop and sat down, spreading her legs towards me. Outside the sun was low on the horizon, its beams shining light and golden through the big shop windows, glistening on the soft, curly afro-pubes of my black fuckslut, illuminating the pink moist opening to her warm, soft cunt below. I slapped hard onto that opening. Becky shrieked again, but bravely kept her legs spread, the pain sending shivers through her body. I targeted her clit with the crop, but when I slapped it down, I left streaks left and right of her labia, never quite hitting the spot. "Oh, and I also found this," I said absently, holding up my other hand with a long, wooden baseball bat that I had hidden behind my back. Her eyes widened at the sight of it, with a forebearing of what was to come. "Why don't you start sucking on it?" I asked, holding it up to her. She wrapped her big, wide lips around the tip of the bat, trying her best to suck on it, but barely fitting the end into her mouth. Her jacket fell open and exposed her big, soft tits, hanging down her sides as I ...
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